he barely moves his lips when he talks

Something New

Originally posted by chokemejimin

i think i’m pretty proud of this one, and i hope you guys feel the same as well. i stayed up till 10 am writing this and now i can go to sleep in peace. Enjoy my lovely jimin stans, i feel for you poor bitches

Pairing: Jimin x reader
Genre: fluff, smut, angst( just a teeny tiny bit i guess)
Word count: 8,760

When your best friend of years confessed his love to you in a spur of the moment kind of thing, you had no idea how to react.

Those words that caused you to stare at him for almost a minute straight as your what felt like a million thoughts ran through your head. You were trying to process it. You two were laying in his bed, both on your sides and facing each other, talking quietly amongst yourselves.

His hand would raise every few minutes, tracing some part of your arm or pushing a strand of hair back. You would giggle a bit when his legs moved to tangle with yours, his toes intentionally seeking out your feet to tickle you, and you would smack his chest and tell him to stop.

Then you became quiet, and you thought that he was getting sleepy when he kept closing his eyes every few seconds. But there was something a bit off, his lips barely parting in what seemed as an attempt to say something, but then he would shut his mouth again and sigh softly. The smile that was on his face earlier was now gone, and a small furrow on his brow was beginning to grow. So you lifted your hand and cupped his cheek softly for him to open his eyes and look at you, and when he did, some of the worry in his eyes went away and he sent a small smile. It wasn’t completely genuine though, you’d know that.

“What is it?”

“What?” He feigned confusion, and you nearly chuckled at his attempt to hide whatever it was he was trying to say.

“You’re a shitty liar Jimin, I thought we’ve established that a long time ago.” You smacked his cheek softly and he chuckled this time. Then, again, his face became bare of that smile and he sighed, gulping nervously.

“I’m not gonna force it out of you if you don’t wanna talk about it right now,” you sent him a comforting smile. “But you know you don’t need to keep anything from me.”

It was quiet. Not a sound was heard in the room. And then he spoke.

“It’s just - God, it’s getting harder for me everyday,” his voice was strained, as if he were in pain. And what you didn’t know was that he actually was in pain, the worst kind actually. The one that you can’t really do anything about.

A frown took over your face as concern started to seep through your veins at seeing the guy you loved and cared for so dearly slowly revealing what was making him so upset. And, god , you felt terrible for not noticing it before. How could he hide something that’s been bothering him for a long time without you noticing, while he could find out what was upsetting you before you even did?

“Talk to me,” you urged. He suddenly sat up in bed, his back now to you, and you felt your heart break at the slump in his shoulders with his head now in his hands, clearly showing you that this seemed pretty serious. You sat up as well, your hand resting on his shoulder and squeezing softly to reassure him.

“I’m in love with you, __.”

It was so quiet in the room you could hear a pin drop, and you partly held your breath in fear of it being too loud. You were motionless, your hand frozen on his shoulder in pure shock. Then it hit you.

Park Jimin just confessed to you.

The guy you never thought of as more than the closest of friend, who’d been there with you for years. He was with you through it all, the ups and downs. God, you had many, many downs, but he never showed the slightest hint of being tired with you and your shit.

He was there for you when you had your first high school heartbreak. After your crush had shown interest in your and slowly started getting closer to you, he finally dropped the bomb and asked you out. You were thrilled, fucking ecstatic. But after one date, and one date only, a few days later, you managed to find out that he had only done it as a bet. You ran to Jimin, holding back sobs of sadness and anger and frustration all mixed in one, spilling everything in a matter of seconds. He was seething with anger, but he put that anger aside for the time being to hold you in his arms and whisper soothing words in your ear, squeezing you so tightly onto his chest all the while holding you gently as if you were the frailest of beings.

He was there when your parents were against you wanting to study a different major in college than the one they wanted for you. You had a huge fight with them and ran out of the house, quickly texting Jimin to meet you in your usual spot at the park, and he was there before you were. He let your rant away in anger, frustrated tears running down your cheeks at your parents’ way of thinking. When you were done talking, he wiped away your tears and cupped your cheeks. We’ll figure it out, he said to you, before he brought your face closer to press a kiss to your forehead and hugged you for an hour straight, right there in the middle of the park.

And then when one of your girlfriends who you’d been friends with for years, her name was Jess, turned out to be the definition of the word backstabber. You didn’t find out until you saw a conversation on her phone between her and a guy you’d mentioned to her before, who you thought you liked. Despite the obvious flirting that you might’ve let slide without too big of a problem, it was filled with demeaning lies she was telling him about you, some about you being a whore who slept with anything with two legs, some about you cheating on your ex-boyfriends, some about you being a mean bitch. And, as usual, you went to Jimin, and he was there with open arms and a shoulder waiting for you to use.

He was there when you got your first job because college payments were starting to weigh down on you. It was only a simple, part-time job but you were still thrilled with it, happy to be making your own pay, even if it was only minimum for the time being. You called him immediately, squealing over the phone that you got the job, and he chuckled softly before congratulating you. “I’ll take you out tonight to celebrate then.”

The list went on and on and it would never stop if you had to list off every single thing you two had been through together. But at the moment, you had no idea what to do, what to say, what to feel. You felt the pressure slowly weighing down on your heart because you truly didn’t know how to handle this. However, you couldn’t say it back, not now, not so carelessly when you knew you were even 50% sure it was true. You loved him too much to be so unfair to him and lie to him that way.

“I..” Your voice trailed off, and you winced at even opening your stupid mouth before you put together a decent sentence in your frazzled mind.

He turned to you anyways, a small smile on his lips, and it was so sad you literally felt as if your heart was being wrenched and squeezed to cause you pain. He lifted his hand and grabbed yours that was on his shoulder, enveloping it in both of his. He looked down at your joined hands for a few seconds, and you did so as well, feeling some of the pain you felt just seconds ago decrease at the comfort this simple act brought, and then he looked up at you again.

“It’s fine, __,” he said. “You don’t have to say it back, I don’t expect you to say anything like that unless you mean it. Take your time, clear your head and think about this as long as you need.”

You nodded.

“I just need to ask you for one favor.”

“Anything you want.” Your voice was as soft as ever.

“In the mean time, don’t treat me any differently. Don’t treat me like the guy who just confessed his love for you, treat me as your best friend, yeah?”

You couldn’t help the smile that slowly overtook your lips, and he smiled as well, this one seeming more genuine than the last.

“Of course, Jimin.”


After that night, you tried not to show it, but everything became as clear as daylight to you. You noticed every little thing you managed to be so blind to before, and you felt like you could throw yourself off a cliff at being so stupidly oblivious all those years. All the simple things you thought Jimin only did out of pure niceness or just simply for the fact that you were his best friend, weren’t  that simple.

Like when you first broke your phone and he took about half the money he’d been saving up for the last year to buy you a new one. Or when, in your first year in uni, managed to fix both your schedules so that you had about 90% of your classes together, only managing to miss a few. Or when you found out he’d asked his brother to pitch and help him with some money on your birthday because he knew you’d had your eye on that one necklace you showed him once when you were walking around downtown. Or when he made a copy of his apartment keys especially made for you, with your own key chain as well that had both your initials carved into it, even when you knew he loved his privacy and it was one of his top priorities. Or when he spent a whole week at your house when you had a simple cold, adamant to spend a whole week to make sure you were okay even though you’d started feeling better after only three days.

And now you noticed those loving looks and smile he kept reserved only for you, the ones you used to think he gave to everyone because he was just that much of a sweetheart. The hugs he gave you, and the kisses he planted to your head.

You were still confused and your mind was a mess, but you tried to make him feel like nothing was wrong and that you were taking it well. And you really were trying, you were thinking about it. Not a second passed by without you thinking about it, trying to decipher how exactly you felt about. 

You just needed some time, and as long as Jimin was more than willing to offer that to you for as long as you liked, you were going to take it.


“You’re coming tonight right?” He asked through the phone.

“Yeah, of course. I wouldn’t miss his birthday for anything.” It was Jin’s birthday, and the guys along with a lot of other people are planning on celebrating it with him to the max tonight in one of your favorite bars that you usually gathered in.

“Great, I’ll pick you up then. Be ready at 9, yeah? Love you.”

And he hung up. Your eyes widened at that last statement, at the way he said it so naturally as if he was used to it. And as he sat there in his room, his phone now locked as he started at it with wide eyes, realizing the words he’d just let slip out of his mouth unintentionally. He was starting to panic on the inside, fear building up inside of him at the thought of you being annoyed or repulsed with those two simple words, but what he didn’t know was that you sat there, phone held in hand as well, similar to him, except there was a small smile spreading on your lips because it actually sounded so nice to hear those words from him come so casually and naturally.

Later that night, you were dressed in one of your favorite dresses. It was maroon colored. tight on your torso but flowed at the wait. It went down to mid-thigh and had an open back. You wore heels to top it off, and your hair was down with a bit of makeup. You didn’t know what to think of the fact that you wore this dress because Jimin had once said how much he liked it on you, and that it was his favorite color. Or that you let your hair down even after you’d earlier decided that you wanted it up, because you remembered Jimin saying he loved it when you had your hair down, natural and without a thing done to it. And that you cut down on your makeup because he loved the way you looked with minimal makeup. He said he appreciated the small effort you put in while still being able to see some features that he didn’t like to be hidden under makeup.

And so when you saw him waiting for you in the car, his head down as he used his phone, probably playing that game he was currently hooked on, you felt your heart beat faster and your palms got slightly sweaty. But then it all went away when you got in the car and he looked up at you, his eyes almost disappearing at the wide smile he gave you, teeth on full show and cheeks squished up in the most adorable way,

“You look gorgeous.” It wasn’t the first time he’d complimented you that way, but it was the first time you felt your cheeks heat up slightly, but you couldn’t even bother to hide it.

“You look dashingly handsome as well,” you teased, and he chuckled as he tried to tone down the slight blush that was begging to show on his cheeks. And at that moment, you honestly couldn’t help but lean across the gear lever and smacked your lips against his cheek, giggling when you saw the smudge your lipstick left on his skin.

“W-what was that for?” He chuckled, but you didn’t miss the small stutter at the beginning of his sentence.

“Just felt like it,” you answered simply with a smile as you lifted a hand to wipe away the color from his cheek.

The smile he sent your way had your heart fluttering in a way it never did before.


“Happy birthday, Jinnie!” You pulled him into a bear hug and he squeezed back just as tightly. You pulled away and held him by the shoulders, smiling at him widely. “You’re one year older now, maybe this’ll make your lame dad jokes sound funnier now that you’re- ow! Okay, okay, I’m done.” You let him go with a laugh as he scowled at you playfully.

“Just take your friend away Jimin, I don’t need to hear this on my birthday.” He pushed you towards Jimin, and you stumbled and fell into his arms, grateful that he steadied you firmly. You turned to Jin and flipped him off, but Jimin kept his arms around you nonetheless.

“If I leave, my present’s going with me so..” You turned to Jimin once again and wrapped your arm around his to pull him elsewhere, looking for empty seats so you could settle down. You pretended you didn’t almost hear your heartbeat in your ears because your arm was wrapped tightly around his, and you could feel his muscles beneath the material of his shirt.

The tables were filled with people whom you know, and some you didn’t. You greeted all of them nonetheless, letting go of Jimin to give a few hugs around, and then you felt his arm around your waist instead.

You settled down next to each other, both of your seats unconsciously turning towards each other as you engaged in a conversation about who would wear something flashier tonight, Taehyung or Namjoon, each of you betting on one. The bet ended in laughter as soon as the pair showed up, with you winning because of Taehyung, tears of laughter gathering at the corners of your eyes, Jimin leaning his forehead against your shoulder in an attempt to hide his laughter as some of the eyes around you turned to you with amused looks.

“Fine, I’ll get the drinks, you earned it.” he sighed with a smile and stood up, and you nodded triumphantly. You watched as he talked to the bar, raising his hand to grab the attention of the bar tender. However, out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone get up, and when you looked their way, it was a girl. A very pretty one at that.

She was sat with a few of your friends, but her face wasn’t very familiar to you. That wasn’t your concern at the moment. Your concern was that you saw the look in her eyes, and it was fixed on Jimin. Her walk was determined as she made her way to the bar, and you suddenly felt queasy. The smile that was once on your lips was slowly fading away the more you took in her appearance. She looked damn near perfect. Hair long and wavy, a shine to it that made yours look dull. She had on a skin tight dress that showed off her gorgeous figure, and her legs seemed so long and toned in the heels she was wearing. Not only did she have the body, but her face was really cute as well.

The more you analyzed this girl who has now reached Jimin and tapped him on the shoulder shyly, the more you slumped in your seat and uneasy feeling in your stomach seemed to grow.

“You look like you want to jump off a cliff,” a voice suddenly sounded in your ear and you jumped in surprise. You looked to your left to see Jungkook next to you, smiling at you with a knowing look on his face. You quickly put a smile on your face and shook your head with a laugh.

“And why would I want to do that?” You teased, leaning back in your seat.

“Are you really trying to bullshit me right now?”

“Jungkook, what the hell are you-”

“You know,” he cut you off and leaned towards your seat to say something that only you would hear, and you felt your heart speed up for what had to be the third time so far this night at his words. “He only has eyes for you, so don’t stress it too much.”

“What’re you talking about?” You tried to steady your voice and sound as confused as you could, but you had a feeling you knew what.

“You know what I’m talking about,” he repeated your thoughts aloud. You couldn’t handle looking at him anymore, knowing he had you figured out, and turned your gaze to the bar once again. Though you wish you hadn’t because the sight made you rage with jealousy. Yes, jealousy, that’s what it was. JImin was still waiting for the drinks to arrive and the girl was standing too close to him than what you thought was necessary, giving him those heart eyes and swooning up at him with a flirty gaze. You could almost hear her obnoxious giggle in your head.

You were so blinded by your jealousy that you didn’t even see the uncomfortable look on Jimin’s face at the moment, clearly trying to weasel his way out of the conversation that didn’t seem to end.

“If you can’t see it, I’ll tell you that Jimin is more than not interested in her because it looks like he’s being tortured right now,” Jungkook said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. And true to his words, you finally looked up at Jimin’s face, only to see the uncomfortable expression he adorned, a smile so fake on his lips you almost laughed right then and there.

You heard yourself sigh in relief, and Jungkook chuckled beside you. “Your his best friend, aren’t you supposed to help him out of this?”

You looked to him to see if he was serious, and he raised his eyebrows at you with a smile, as if challenging you to do it. You took a deep breath, put your clutch aside and got up from your seat. You would’ve been deaf not to hear the ‘yes’ that Jungkook said as you made your way to Jimin, and you could almost imagine him fist-bumping the air.

“Babe,” you put on your ‘girlfriend’ voice, wrapping your arms around Jimin in a back-hug. He jumped slightly at the sudden contact, turning his head to look at you with a surprised look but you only smiled at him, hoping he got the message. “What’s taking you so long?”

His surprised look was suddenly replaced with a smile of his own, and he grabbed your hand to pull you next to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and placing a kiss to the top of your head. You felt like you could melt right fucking there. God, you never wanted to leave his arms. He smelled so good, and he literally radiated warmth, tempting you to cling onto him like a damn koala.

“Sorry, baby,” he said, and if it weren’t for you supporting yourself on him, your knees would’ve wobbled at the pet name. “The drinks are taking a while.”

The girl awkwardly cleared her throat, and you almost scoffed at the sight of her still there. But you managed to put on a fake smile when you turned to her, greeting her nicely despite her eyeing you up as if you were trying to steal her man.

“Hi,” you said cheerfully. “Who are you?”

Jimin snorted lowly, but it was enough to be heard, so he quickly tried to cover it up with a cough. He tightened his arm around you, and you took it a step further by stepping in front of him. He was sat on one of the stools, so he parted his legs for you and you leaned back into his chest as he wrapped both arms around your waist and rested his chin casually on your shoulder.

You could practically hear her seething.

“I’m Jane,” she answered curtly with a smile so fake you almost vomited. Her eyes turned to Jimin once again and what she said next surprised you. “Is this your girlfriend or something? My friend told me you two were just friends so..” She trailed off as if awaiting for some type of explanation.

You couldn’t help the scoff that left your lips, but then Jimin squeezed your waist to calm you down, knowing you had a low tolerance level for rude people. “I don’t really care what your friend told you, but just to clear everything up here. Yes, we’re dating, and I’d appreciate it if you’d stop ogling my boyfriend,” your smile was sickeningly sweet in contrast to your words. It felt nice to say those words. Dating. Boyfriend. Jimin. They all seemed to sound nice coming together.

She scoffed and with a barely audible ‘whatever’, she turned away and went to the restrooms. You felt relief when she disappeared from your sight, relaxing against Jimin’s chest. Then you felt his chest rumble and you knew he was chuckling.

“Thanks for that, she wouldn’t take a hint.” His words were followed with a kiss that was pressed to your cheek. You turned to him, and was pleased when his arms didn’t loosen their grip from your waist, looking up at him with a smile.

“It was my pleasure really,” you chuckled. “She seemed like a bitch anyways.”

The smile he gave you told you he knew. He knew everything. But he kept his word and stayed quiet, not pressing the subject further and giving you the time you needed. But somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that it was working, and that you were starting to realize everything. He was willing to give you all the time in the world if it meant you would end up being his.


“Don’t get drunk, Jimin.”

“Don’t drink too much, Jimin.”

“Jimin, this is your fourth drink already.”

“I think you should cut down on the drinks, Jimin.”

Despite all your warnings throughout the night, he still ended up dunk. Drink after drink, he would promise it was his last one, but then he’d tilt his head and give you that look that made you think you were best friends with a damn puppy, and you would cave in. You thanked god that you had the self control to stop from consuming too much alcohol yourself, because if it wasn’t you that took care of drunk Jimin, then who would it be?

“I’m not drunk, __,” he whined, and you giggled when he attempted to rest his elbow on the table but only managed to slip and nearly bump his head on the wooden surface.

“Sure, sweetie, you’re not. But no more drinks for you anyways,” you tried to say as sternly as possible.

“Fine,” he huffed with a pout and rested his chin against his hand, gaze fixed on you. A lot of the people that were here had left since it was past 2 AM now, not more than ten people still sitting at the tables, most probably drunk as well, even Jin since he was the birthday boy.

Your eyes landed back on Jimin to see that he was still staring at you silently, and you shifted under his intense gaze.

“What’re you thinking about?” You asked quietly.

“You.” Your eyebrows raised.

“Me?” You leaned towards him and rested your head in the same position as his, now facing each other. “What about me, Jimin?”

“You’re gorgeous.” He blurted out, and you felt your face heat up. “You’re so, so gorgeous. I’ve thought so since we were kids, even in middle school when you got your braces,” he giggled and you smacked his arm but stayed quiet. “Even in high-school when you had that stupid hippie phase that lasted three months.” You groaned at that, but you couldn’t help but giggle as well. “Even when you’re crying and you feel like shit, you still manage to look so fucking beautiful. How is that possible?” You didn’t think you were supposed to reply to that, and he continued talking. “I know I said I’d give you as much time as you needed, and I’m still keeping that promise, but it’s honestly taking so much willpower for me not to kiss you right now..” His eyes were hazy as they stared at you, the look in his eyes holding so much love and want for you.

Your face was now beet red at his words, and you gulped nervously when you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips. But you couldn’t let this happen, not like this, when he was drunk and would most probably forget he even did it the following morning. So you smiled softly and got up from your seat, grabbing his arm to help him up.

“Let’s get you home, Jimin.”


When you were laying in bed one Friday night, scrolling through your Instagram feed, you really didn’t expect your thoughts to take a downhill turn he so quickly.

You saw a photo of Jimin. You smiled, double tapped and scrolled past it. But then after a few more photos, you quickly scrolled back up, looking at it for a few seconds before you clicked on his name. His account showed up on your screen, and that familiar warm feeling entered your tummy when you started to flick through his pictures, most of them being with you. Some were just downright silly with the ugliest faces, some with you two smiling like normal people, and some were of only you. Those photos were his favorites, he once said to you, because he took them without you noticing and you looked effortlessly beautiful. Which was frustrating and unfair, he’d add in the end with a laugh.

You paused on one photo in particular. It was an old one, years ago. You were on his back, gripping his shoulder and he was holding up your legs around his waist, and Jungkook had then managed to snap that photo seconds before the both of you went tumbling to the ground.

You loved this man so much it hurt. You weren’t hesitating it admitting to yourself that, yes, you felt the same way about him that he felt about you. But what ifs were starting to take their toll on you, and you knew you shouldn’t let that happen. You should just do what makes the both of you happy and end the wait, but then… what if?

What if you two broke up? What if it didn’t work out? What if, once you two started dating, he would quickly get tired after realizing you weren’t anything special? What if you two grew apart?

No. No. You couldn’t handle that, not ever. He was too important for you to lose. He was there with you your whole life and you weren’t about to make a mistake and even consider the idea of losing him along the way.

As much as you craved to tell him how you felt, to tell him everything, and have him wrap you in his arms and kiss you again and again, you couldn’t. You gulped down a heavy sigh, but the lump in your throat was stuck there as you felt tears pool up in your eyes.

You took your phone out, choosing that a text would be much easier to do this than over a phone call or in person.

i’ve thought about what you’ve told me a lot over the past few weeks.. you know i love you jimin, i love you to death, but i think it’s better if we stay friends. i’m sorry


Six days. Six days and he still hasn’t texted you, called you, seen you or made any type of contact. You didn’t know if you were angry or guilty, or maybe both at the same time.

You knew this would happen. You two weren’t even in a relationship and he wasn’t talking to you because you rejected his feelings. You couldn’t lie and say you expected this though, you were hurt to say the least. You didn’t think this would be enough to throw over a decade of friendship away, you thought you were more important to him and he loved you enough to try and move on.

But clearly you weren’t.

Currently on your living room couch, TV on but you weren’t really watching, lost in your thoughts as you thought about what you should do. Then the door of your apartment swung open and you jumped up from your couch, hand on your heart as you saw Jungkook march into the living room.

“What the fuck, Kook? You can’t just barge in like that, I could’ve -”

“What the hell did you tell, Jimin?” His voice wasn’t high but you could hear the anger in it. You froze in your spot, and the look he was giving you only made you shift your gaze to the ground for a few seconds before you looked back up.

“Did he tell you?” You asked.

“No, but I’m guessing it’s something really stupid considering the way he’s been acting the past few days,” he snapped.

“I’m trying to talk to him, but he won’t answer! I must’ve called a hundred times but he won’t even answer me,” you defended yourself. “I’m not gonna go and force him to talk to me, if he needs space for a little while, I’ll give it to him.”

“Oh yeah, well he sure is enjoying his space alright,” he sighed, uncrossing his arms and walked forward to sit down on the couch. He ran his hands down his face before he looked back up at you. “Do you know what he’s up to tonight?”

“I told you, Jungkook, he hasn’t been answering any of my calls. How the hell would I know?” You huffed, dropping down on the couch next to him. Then the words that left his lips hit you harder than a fucking truck.

“He’s going on a date.”

Your mouth dropped open and you looked at him in disbelief, trying to ignore the gut-wrenching feeling you suddenly felt, hoping what you just heard was just a figment of your sick imagination.

“Yeah, a date,” he confirmed. “He said it was too much for him and that he needed a distraction.”

“A distraction?” You said in disbelief, slowly feeling a small twinge of anger rising inside you.

“Yeah, and to make it even worse, it’s with that girl from the bar the other night,” he continued, fueling that growing anger. “The one from Jin’s birth-”

“Yeah, I fucking know her, Jungkook,” you snapped.

“Alright, jeez, don’t shoot the messenger,” he held his hands up. “I just thought you’d better know.”

How could he do this? Six straight days you’d been drowning yourself in guilt, crying yourself to sleep at the thought of losing your best friend. He was your everything and you lost him. You hoped and prayed he would at least take some pity on you and talk to you face to face one last time to tell you he couldn’t be your friend anymore, so that you could see him one last time and be in his presence. 

But a date?  A distraction? Is this what he called being in love?

It was like someone had stabbed you in the back, and the last person you imagined would’ve made you feel this way was Park Jimin. Yet again, you were wrong.

You forced your anger to overpower your sadness, managing to hold back the tears to ask Jungkook the question that was nagging you. “Where is he?”

If you thought his answer before had destroyed you, the answer he gave you next sent you six feet under.

“At the diner you two go to.”


Angry tears that you couldn’t stop were streaming down your face as you got out of the cab, practically jogging up to the door of the diner. You looked through the glass windows to find him sitting alone at one of the tables, and it seemed as if you were getting all sorts of hits today when you realized he was sat at your usual table.

You swung the door open, not caring about the few heads that turned towards you as you stomped your way over to him, noticing that the seat across from him was empty.

Good, she must be in the bathroom or something.

You stood in front of him and wiped away your tears, but it was useless because a fresh wave escaped your eyes as soon as you did.

He looked up at you as soon as he felt your presence, and his eyes widened at the sight of you in tears. He quickly sprung up from his seat and took a step closer to you, lifting his hand in an attempt to wipe your tears but you took a step back quickly.

“__, baby, what’s wrong?” His voice was so good to hear after so many days, but it still hurt to hear it.

“You brought her here?” You whimpered out. “You brought her to our fucking place, Park Jimin? Is this what you call a distraction?” You tried to control your voice but it was shaky through the tears and half sobs you were letting out. “Football is a distraction. Golf is a distraction. Drinking is a distraction. Hell, even go to a fucking strip club for all I car, Jimin. But bringing someone you barely know to this place, and having the nerve to bring her to our table? Wow,” you chuckled bitterly, and you almost scoffed at the confused look on his face.

“__, what are you talking-”

“Six days, Jimin! No calling or texting or anything, and I was okay with that because you need your space, I know that,” your voice was desperate now. “But why would you do this? I thought you loved me.”

“I do,” he said in a heartbeat, and he took a step closer and held your hand before you could step back. “I do. I love you so fucking much, but what the hell are you talking about right now? Who did I bring here? __, I’m so confused, just please talk to me.”

“Jungkook told me you were here on a date, Jimin,” you sniffled, using your free hand to wipe some tears away as you took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down.

“He did what?” His tone was shocked, and you almost believed.

“Come on, Jimin. Cut the crap, why would he-”

“Oh, hey, __. I didn’t know you were coming.” You heard a familiar voice come from your left, and your head snapped to see Taehyung making his way over. “Sorry, I was in the restr- woah, are you okay? What’s wrong?” His smile was wiped off and his voice filled with concern at the sight of you in tears.

Your eyes quickly went back to Jimin and he was already looking at you, eyebrows raised as if to tell you, see?

“Oh, erm, hi Tae..” You said awkwardly, letting go of Jimin’s hand and wiping at your tears hastily, attempting to fix your distressed state as you felt your face become red. “Yeah, I just needed to talk to Jimin real quick.”

“__, come on. I need to talk to you,” Jimin grabbed your hand. “I’ll catch up with you later Tae.”

Tae smiled understandingly and waved the both of you off as Jimin pulled you by the hand outside of the diner, and even in a time like this, you cherished the warmth of his hand enveloping yours.

He kept walking until he reached his car, and he wordlessly held the door open for you after he unlocked it before making his way to the driver’s seat. He got in but didn’t put the keys in the ignition, sitting quietly for about a minute straight before he spoke up.

“So you came here because Jungkook told you I brought some girl here on a date?” He asked.

“Kind of..”

“That little shit,” he growled. “He always has to stick his nose in other people’s shit and-”

“I’m glad he did, Jimin,” you cut him off. You knew he turned his head to look at you but you kept staring ahead, eyes fixed on a flickering street lamp in the nearly empty parking lot. “If it weren’t for him, who knows how long it would’ve taken me to talk to you.”

“I’m sorry. I was gonna call you soon, I just..” He trailed off, guilt evident in his voice, and you felt the same exact feeling because he didn’t do anything wrong, nothing.

“Don’t apologize, you had every right not to answer,” your voice sounded choked and you felt like the tears were coming back any second now. “I mean, what kind of best friend am I? I couldn’t even tell you in person, when you deserved an actual conversation and a full explanation about it, I texted you a short meaningless text like I was ordering a fucking pizza or something,” you sniffled when you felt a tear slowly slide down your cheek.

You felt his hand on your cheek, his thumb softly stopping the tear on its path, and you turned your head to look at him, eyes filled with sorrow and regret.

“I’m so sorry, Jimin.”

“Don’t apologize, __. You can’t help your feelings. It’s not your fault that you don’t love-”

“But I do!” You blurted out desperately, not standing the thought of him thinking you didn’t. “I do, I love you so fucking much, Jimin. I’m so in love with you.” Your hand came up and grabbed his that was on your cheek, holding it tightly in both hands, your body shifting slightly so you could face him properly. “I just don’t want to lose you. You mean the world to me and just the thought of something going wrong and then us drifting apart makes me go crazy. I just -” You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. “I can’t live without you.”

“You won’t have to. You won’t ever have to do that, __.” His tone was so soft and reassuring, you found yourself leaning over the console and throwing your arms around his neg in a tight hug. You buried your head in his neck, your tears wetting his neck but he didn’t seem to care as he buried his face in your hair. His arms tightened around your waist and he helped you lift yourself and maneuver your way into his lap. “No matter what, I’ll never leave you. I thought you’d know that by now considering the way I’ve been stuck by your ass for the past decade or something.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle despite your tears and he chuckled as well, and you tightened your arms around his neck, digging your face deeper into his neck to inhale his scent, something that always managed to calm you down.

You stayed that way for who knows how long, wrapped in each other’s arms, unable to pull away. But then a knock on the car window caused you two to jump apart in surprise, and you looked to see two smiling faces. Jimin hissed in displeasure but rolled his window down nonetheless.

“The hell are you doing here?” His question was most probably pointed at Jungkook.

“Just checking up on you two since you can’t seem to take care of yourselves like fucking grownups,” he scoffed but he had a smile on his face, earning a chuckle from Taehyung.

“Get out of here before I kick both your asses,” Jimin threatened in a serious tone. “And don’t even get me started on what I’m gonna do with you later, you little -” You cut off his threat to Jungkook by giggling and leaning against his chest.

“You should let him off the hook this one time, babe,” you let the pet name slip and you saw his lips curl up slightly. “At least it worked.”

“Yeah, Jimin, it worked,” Jungkook said smugly. And this time you flipped him off before rolling up the window yourself, quite pleased with the black tinted glass.

“Hey! We need a ride!”

“I suggest you two leave before you hear anything you don’t wanna hear,” you yelled, giggling when they groaned, muttering ‘ew’ and ‘gross’ simultaneously before it was silent once again.

You looked back to Jimin to find him looking at you with a large grin on his face, and this time you were the first one to say it.

“I’m in love with you , Park Jimin.”


“__, fuck. Baby,” his head dropped back against the pillow as your kisses traveled down his bare chest, already slightly damp with sweat. You didn’t waste a single second and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down with his help. You bit your lip when your eyes landed on the bulge in his boxers, showing clearly through the dark tight material.

His chest heaved up and down when you grabbed the hem with your teeth, your pinkies hooking on both ends on his hips to help you pull it down, his eyes glazed with burning lust that had your body scorching hot. As soon as you got them all the way down, your lips quickly found his length, mouthing up and down at the hardness. You pressed sloppy kisses to it before your tongue slipped out for a taste, and his groan only spurred you on.

Your hand grabbed the base of it to angle him properly to your mouth, and you licked your lips at the sight of him so hard and ready for you. He stared down at you, eyes wide with anticipation as he waited for your next move, but they quickly slid shut once again when took his head in your mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned out, his voice sounding much deeper than usual, and you felt yourself fucking soaking through your panties. Thankfully, your panties were the only piece of clothing you had on, making the steps you had to take later on much easier.

You slowly started bobbing your head to take more of him in your mouth, absolutely loving the way he tasted in your mouth. You weren’t usually one to enjoy doing stuff like this, but something about giving Jimin pleasure and making him feel good was better than receiving pleasure yourself. And you showed it to him by trying to take as much of him into your mouth as you couch until he hit the back of your throat.

“__, shit -” You gagged against his length and pulled your mouth away to cough slightly, regaining your breath but making up for it by stroking him with your hand, your spit making it easy for you to move your hand up and down. You leaned down and enveloped him once again in the warmth of your mouth, earning a long moan from him.

You didn’t know for how long you did that, bobbing your head slowly before increasing your pace every once in a while, then slowing down once again. Nothing but the sound of your mouth working on him, lewd sucking noises filling the room, as well as his pants and groans with your occasional hums were heard.

“Baby, baby stop.” He gripped your hair and softly tugged in an effort to pull your mouth away from him, and you obliged. “Come’ere,” he panted and you immediately clambered on top of his body, desperate to reach his mouth and kiss those swollen lips that you never knew would feel so amazing on yours, so right.

His hands touched every inch of your skin, fingers groping tightly onto every curve with neediness, and your hands did the same. Your nails grazed his skin, unable to control yourself, occasionally tugging on his soft hair when he squeezed your ass tightly in both hands.

Your hips moved and ground down onto his, your clothed crotch making contact with his bare length, but fuck it felt so good. Your panties were so thin and soaked through, you could practically feel every ridge and vein along his cock, and the pace of your hips immediately increased in desperation as sparks of euphoria tingled throughout your body.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” his head dropped back against the pillow beneath his head, eyes fluttering shut and exposing his throat to your lips. Your mouth landed on his Adam’s apple, your teeth grazing it softly and he reciprocated by splaying both hands on your ass and squeezing harshly, pushing you down harder against him and thrusting his hips up at the same time, putting just the right amount of pressure on your clit.

“Jimin,” you whimpered out. “Please, let me ride you.”

“Anything you want, baby. I’m all yours.” His words were breathy, lost in the pleasure of having you so willing in pliant in his arms, wanting this just as badly as he did. He was ready to give you everything, his whole world on a golden platter if you so much as thought about asking for it. His love for you was overflowing and he couldn’t believe he was finally able to share it with you.


“__, ah - fuck, yeah.” His groans were sexier than you could ever imagine, doubling the pleasure that was already running through your body. “God, you ride me so fucking good.”

You whimpered at his words, your nails digging into his sweaty chest as you bounced on top of him. He filled you up so nicely, nothing like you’d ever felt before. You were both drenched in sweat by now, your heart stuck to the back of your neck, and his matted down to his forehead, beads of sweat on his temples. He looked like a god, skin shiny with sweat, face blissed out, eyes fluttering shut every few seconds but fighting their way back open, swollen lips parted to let out pants and groans, cheeks flushed red in the most fucked out way.

“Fuck, fuck,” you whimpered, bouncing faster on him, the sound of skin smacking against skin filling the room as your ass met his thick thighs with each movement you made. “Jimin, I love you so much, baby..

The loudest moan yet left his lips at your words, and he immediately sprang up from the mattress and sat up, his torso now flush against yours. He grabbed your hips and continued to bounce you on his cock.

“I love you, baby. I fucking love you,” he practically growled out the words before wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to flip you over. Your hands wrapped around him and gripped frantically onto his back when he immediately started pounding into you, crying out in immense pleasure at having the man you loved so much fuck you so good.

Your moans turned to scream, the bed squeaking in protest at the harsh movements Jimin made, your bodies moving desperately on the bed as you fucked like it was the last time, when it was actually only the first time of many, and the thought of that alone had you moaning louder.

“Jimin - fuck!” You squealed out, your head dropping back against the mattress when his mouth enveloped your nipple hungrily, sucking harshly at the sensitive bud as he continued his assault on your pussy. You could almost hear the sound of him moving inside you with how wet you were, but it was drowned out by louder much more prominent noises.

“Mine. You’re mine, baby,” he grunted, his hands slipping slightly on your thighs before he gripped them tightly and positioned them properly around his waist. His mouth found yours and he stuck his tongue in your mouth, giving extremely harsh thrusts and swallowing your desperate cries in return, You could do nothing but run your nails down his back, the sensations running through your body becoming too much for you.

His hands slid down from your thighs to your ass, gripping harshly before landing a smack there, and you couldn’t even cry out properly anymore, barely a whimper slipping out.

Jimin fucked you through your first orgasm, staring at you with glazed eyes as you writhed beneath him in sensitivity, eyes eating you up with insatiable hunger that had been pent up through years.

He turned you on your hands and knees and fucked you hard and fast, before your hands gave out and you dropped your face into the mattress. But he couldn’t even bother to stop, fucking you with your cries muffled into the sheets as you gripped them so tight, you were pretty sure they ripped.

He then flipped you once again on your back and leaned down so his body was completely stuck to yours before fucking you slow and deep, building up your orgasm in the best way possible, agonizingly yet beautifully slowly, and it was so intense you had tears of pleasure running down your cheeks by the end of it.

He fucked you through the night, taking you in every way he imagined possible, pleasuring your body like never before, all the while releasing all the pent up frustration he had on your body and making it his once and for all.


You woke up and turned to find him already staring at you with a smile so full of love and adoration, you were bashful. You smiled back and he leaned in to peck your lips.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips, and he whispered it back in a heartbeat. You moved closer to hug him, your head resting on his chest. You’ve never felt safer than in his arms right now, legs tangled, bodies bare and stuck together as if they were one beneath the warm sheets.

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a/n: bc ive always thought jeongguk would make an excellent tattoo artist. (also i’ve remade and i’m reposting this on my new blog as the first addition!)

“____, please? I need you to hold my hand, I can’t do this without you,” your best friend pleaded, eyes wide and unblinking and you felt yourself wavering at his terror-filled gaze. You groaned internally as you stared him down, knowing that you would always give in to him.

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Jealous Tom at your house would be like

a/n: it’s 3:00 pm and I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore. Sorry guys i didn’t even check the grammatical mistakes. English it’s not ever my first language actually. Sorry if it’s trash. Sorry I’m a trash

warnings: smuuuut forgive me father I’ve sinned

• Tom definitely it’s not the kind of guy who gets jealous easily but when this happens he’ll be soooooo out of himself fight me on this
• one of those situations is when you’re with him chilling in the couch but you just don’t drop you’re phone
• he’d be like “With who you’re talking to, love?”
• and when you answer that is with a male friend he would starts to get grumpy
• he even would ignore you when you talk to him
• when you realize what’s going on you’d be willing to do make the things better
• but first you would be distracted looking at his angry face watching TV
• his jaw clenched as his fists resting on his abs
• his deep breath making his bare chest move roughly
• he’d notice you staring at him but his question would be “Done talking with your friend?”
• the sound of his harsh voice would make you bite your lips and smirk
• slowly you’d be crawling on the couch until you’re with the lips rubbing on his check
• with a soft kiss you’d whisper against his skin “Tom, you’re so pretty when you’re mad” making his jaw clench more
• he still would be ignoring you
• BUT THATS NOT HOW THE STORY ENDS
• you’d start kissing softly his checks and then his earlobe and then his neck…
• he’d shiver and you’d notice his adam pome move roughly
• you’d climb on his lap and his hands would fly to your hips pressing it so hard
• as you start to move your hips back and forth he’d let a groan escape
• at this point this poor jealous boy would be so turned on but still mad enough to try to ignore you just like you were doing early even if was intentionally
• pressing your forehead against his you’d softly touch his lips with yours softly and then move to his chin and then to his neck and then to his chest until his sweatpants
• biting your lips while you’re looking at his face you’d pull down them and the boxers at once
• now he’s not ignoring you anymore
• actually he’s completely focused on you
• you’d grab his erection slowly rubbing your thumb on the tip and then moving your hand to the base of his cock
• making sure to never breaking eye contact you’d bring your lips to the tip of his member
• you’d able to feel his boner pulsing in your hands and oh my god this would let you soooooooo wet
• as you open your mouth to engulf the first half of his erection Tom would throw his head back and left a throaty groan out
• starting to take him deeper his hands would grab your hair and he’d start to thrust roughly against your mouth
• his dick would hit the back of your throat but he’d moaning your name and you would be more wet than ever so that’s for sure makes worthy control your gag reflex
• with a groan he’d fill your mouth with cum and you’d take every drop of it
• as you slowly take his cock of your mouth and look at him a line of drool would be formed
• Tom would think this is the most sexy scene of his life
• you’d climb on his lap and ask him sorry for ignoring him and making him jealous
• He’d laugh, grab you on his arms, take you to the room and say “You need way more than that to make me calm down”
• definitely jealous tom would be so much more rough
• but it’s okay bc you’d love it
• all the slaps on your butt
• and the bites on your neck
• hickies everywhere just to make sure everybody knows you belongs to him
• he would groan things as “mine” and “my babygirl” in your ear
• he’s definitely not ignoring you now and oh boy… he’s not here to tease you with slow and soft moves like you did
• you’d be a mess and only would know how to moan his name
• actually scream
• and he’d want to cum inside you
• only after four rows you’d be completely forgiven
• it’s not so bad making Tom jealous tho

Unlike Him

With your brother Archie and dad out of the house, you invite over Jughead. Quickly you let out your feelings for him, which leads to sex. But afterwards it seems that Jughead had changed his mind. In the following weeks you realize something, something that may change both of your lives.

Part 2

Part 3

Warning: Smut

This is my first Riverdale imagine. Sorry if it’s bad I haven’t written in a long time. Let me know if you guys like it and if you want a part 2!

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With the recent murders in my hometown of Riverdale I felt uncomfortable as I tried falling asleep with my brother, Archie, and dad gone, visiting my mom in Chicago (a trip with I happily opted out of).  So I called the only person I knew who would make me feel safe.

  Soon enough I heard a knock on the front door. Running down stairs, I opened up the door to Jughead. Pulling him into a hug, I thanked him for coming. We made our way up to my bedroom, both laying down on the bed, turning on the TV, to see what was on.

    After a while of trying to find something good on TV, I moved from my position with my head on Jugheads chest to siting up.

  “I am so bored,” I whined to him. “There is nothing on this stupid TV and there’s nothing to do.”

Jughead laughed, “Of course there isn’t, it’s 1 am.”

With that I let out a sigh, dramatically falling onto Jugheads, still laying body.  Finally an idea came to me. This might just be the perfect time to make my move. The move where I finally let Jughead know I’ve had a crush on him since the 3rd grade, when he told me I could play with Archie and him, even though Archie tried kicking me out… my knight in shining armor.  I tried getting over it, I really did. He was my brother’s best friend, and a matter of fact my best friend too, I couldn’t ruin I and make everything awkward. I made myself do all the things to try to get as far away from him as possible; I even went as far as to join the River Vixens Freshman year. But I guess it was hopeless. I could barely keep my eyes off him tonight, due to his shirtless body, his excuse being that it was “too hot”.  I just wanted to pounce.  

  I finally realized Jughead had been trying to get my attention, but I had just been staring of into space. Well I needed to tell him, I decided. However, I had my fingers crossed that he felt the same way.  

Still on top of him, I sat up, making it so that I was straddling him, then I began to speak, “Jughead, I, uh, I need to tell you something. Just let me talk and then you can tell me how you feel. I- I’ve been in love you since the 3rd grade. I’ve tried to push these feelings down, I really have, but I just can’t. I just couldn’t keep this from you any longer. I completely understand if you don’t feel that way. Just tell me and I’ll never mention it to you again. I-,” suddenly you were cut off.

Jughead had leaned up and kissed me. I basked in the feeling of his warm lips on mine, however it did not last as long as I would have liked.

“That’s a yes, I like you too,” he responded.

Smiling we kissed again, with Jughead suddenly flipping us over, making it so he was on top.  After that he put his hands on my waist, slowly raising them under my shirt, as mine made their way to his neck. Our kiss became more intense, our lips battling one another over dominance, but I already knew it was a losing battle. His lips slowing moved to my neck, sucking on it, leaving what I am sure would be clearly visible hickeys. Once he reached a certain spot, I couldn’t hold in the noises anymore, letting out a moan. I could feel Jughead smirking against my skin, and it seemed my noises pushed him further and he quickly, separated himself to take my shirt off, thankfully he was already shirtless.

As we began to kiss again, I realized that even though this was slightly awkward, Jughead clearly knew what he was doing and ourbodys seemed to fit perfectly together. I could feel his hard on against your leg growing, which just made me want him more, causing to begin to grind up into him, causing him to let a barely there moan. Quickly he began to take off my bra, and move his lips down to my nipples. He focus on sucking the right when, as his hand moved to the other. He made quick work of going back and forth until finally he seemed to have enough. Separating himself from me he began to talk of my pants, and I started to undo his belt buckle. He made quick work of my pants, standing up and pulling the all the way off my legs, along with my panties. Quickly doing the same to his jeans and boxers afterwards.

  Lying back on top of me, he began to kiss me again. Slowly his hands worked their way down my body. Once he reached my core he looked up into my eyes checking to see if I was okay with this. I quickly nodded; I was dying to feel something. Slowly he began to put one, then two in, moving the slowly in and out. I could tell he was teasing me, from the smug grin on his face, listening to my desperate moans.

Finally having enough of his teasing I begged him, “Please, faster.”

  Thankfully, having mercy on me he began to speed up. Keeping up the pace, I started getting close to my orgasm, but suddenly he stop. Despite my anger of not being allowed to cum, I knew what he was going to do which made it all better.

  Jughead looked up at me, while he lined himself up to my core and slowly began to push in. God, was he big, I wasn’t a virgin, but I had definitely never been with a guy who had as much as he did, causing it to slightly hurt as he pushed himself in. I grabbed onto his biceps, digging crevices with my nails as he finally was all the way in. After a second he slowly began moving in and out, creating a natural rhythm.

I could see he was restraining himself from going as fast as he wanted to, just so he could make sure I was comfortable first, “It’s ok, you can go faster.”

After my words he became ramping up his pace. As he began to hit just the spot I cried out, moving my hands to his scratch his back. He clearly got the message, he just that place as fast and hard as he could. He wanted to make sure I came before he did, so he moved his hand down to by clit, quickly rubbing it.

Before I knew it I was there, moaning out his name. A seconds after I came, he also did too.  As he pulled out, he rolled off, pulling me into his arms. It was already late, and with such a workout, we both quickly feel asleep.

I awoke to Jughead, getting out of bed and beginning to get dressed. I looked at my clock seeing that it was only 4 am, I wondered where he was going.

Sitting up I asked, “Leaving so soon, where are you going? It’s still dark out.”

  I seemed to have surprised him and he quickly turned to me, with a look on his face I couldn’t quite make out.

“I, um, I need to leave. Us… This was a mistake, it never should have happened. I’m sorry,” he quickly spoke, trying to avoid looking in my eyes.

Tears started coming to my eyes. How could he say that? I thought he felt the same way. This was Jughead, were talking about, he wasn’t one ot say something then take it back.

“Th-that’s not true. You said you liked me too,” I began.

“Yes it is, I completely regret this happening. Now I have to go. I’ll see you at school or something” he said and with that he was out the door.

How could this happen? I quickly called the only 2 people I could think of.

Soon enough Betty and Veronica arrived. I quickly told them what had happened through my tears. Veronica, being who she is threatened to make him regret every being born, making me laugh. For the rest of that night that was there goal, making me laugh and realize I am better without him.

At lunch a few weeks later, Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and me were all sitting outside the school at our usually picnic table. We had been talking about boys again. So of course Jughead came up. We were all still baffled by the fact that he acted the way he did.

“Well at least he wore a condom, so you can’t have his evil demon spawn,” Kevin said trying to lighten to mood.

Everyone burst out laughing, except for me. He did wear a condom… didn’t he?  I tried thinking back to that night. I quickly realized that I had no condoms, in my room and unless Jughead was just carrying one around with him, it meant that he hadn’t worn one. As soon as that realization came to me, I quickly sat up beginning to sprint into the school, running past both my brother and Jughead, who were headed to the table.

At the table everyone looked around, with Kevin saying, “I thought it was funny, I wasn’t trying to hurt her feeling.”

Quickly the two girls thought about it and realized there was a reason I was running, and it wasn’t because Kevin hurt my feeling. Suddenly they jumped up too, running after me.

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Sweet Creature

You had spent the whole day watching Harry doing radio shows, sitting with Jeff in silence, your own set of headphones sitting atop of your recently straightened hair. One piece of which, slightly curved at the end where you had been playing with it. Your lip sore from chewing on the corner, something you do when you are anxious. In a usual situation like this, your cheeks would ache from smiling too much and your dimple would stand proud on the left side of your face, very much like Harry’s. However, this wasn’t a usual situation, this was the day of Harry’s debut album being released for the whole world to hear. You were so unbelievably proud of Harry and you were still trying to figure out a way to tell him. Still, you couldn’t stop the pang to your heart as you listened to Grimmy and Harry hinting at who a particular song was about. Sitting there whilst they talked about Carolina and Two Ghosts while Jeff placed his hand in yours and squeezed, his own face mirroring yours. Exactly mirroring, making you lift your lips into a smile as you couldn’t bare Harry seeing you like that. That look, that unmistakable look… The look that would let everyone know that you, Harry Styles’ girlfriend, isn’t ready for the media and the paps to start talking about how Harry Styles writes songs about his ex-lovers but not the one who he is currently with.

Despite this, you still smiled and hugged Harry when he finished. Him placing a firm kiss on your cheek, before moving to let Nick greet you. Nick pulled you into a very tight hug, longer than usual so he could whisper in your ear.

“I’m sorry love, had to ask those questions, its my job” he said pulling back as you nodded and mouthed a “I know” before smiling and mouthing “I understand” 

“What are you two so gloomy about?” Harry said, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing another kiss on your cheek.

“Nothing.. Nothing at all. I’m so proud of you H. You did it” you said pulling Harry into a tight hug.

“Thank you so much my love” Harry said, smiling a real, huge and full smile at Nick as you stood fake smiling at Jeff.

Harry said his thank you’s to everyone before the both of you left. Going to another radio show at BBC radio 2 before wrapping that up and finally heading home. 

You walked through the door, Harry followed closely behind, talking about how he was so proud of the album and how he couldn’t have done it without the support from everyone, especially you. 

“Love?” he said, as you took your shoes off.

“Hmm?” you said, coming down from your thoughts.

“Is everything okay? You seem a bit off” he said, as you walked into your living room.

“Hmm” you said, still not really listening, being too distracted.

“They’re sounds love, not words” Harry said, teasing you as he lightly pinched your waist, trying to make you giggle, not succeeding in doing so, of course.

“Yeah… sorry. Been a long day an all” you said, smiling softly at him.

“Sure that’s it?” Harry said, placing a hand on your thigh.

“Of course. Just tired s’all” you said, leaning in to place a kiss on his pink lips.

“Hmm. Don’t believe it though. I saw the way you’ve been acting all day. All smiley but quiet. Love, I know ya. Known yer for 4 years now, been in love with yer for 4 years now. Been together for 1… Sommat’s up” he said.

You sighed deeply, preparing for what you were about to say.

“I am so proud of you H, I am. So proud. S’just… I dunno… Guess I’m jealous s’all” you said, making Harry chuckle.

“Jealous of what love?” He said, his eyebrows furrowing.

“The other girls” you said, making Harry’s forehead crinkle, his eyes looking deeply into yours as he tries processing the words you spoke.

“What other girls?” Harry said, confusion spreading across his features.

“The ones you write about” you said, closing your eyes and placing your forehead against his chin as a tear ran down your cheek. Before you continued, “I don’t want to be the jealous girlfriend, I’ve never have been that kind of girl H. I have been in love with you for 4 years H. I’ve been in love with you since I was 19 and you have been with other women in those 4 years, and I have been with other men in those years. All whilst being in love with you… Those are facts… and I have never been the jealous type, that too is a fact. So I don’t know what is different now but it hurts” you said, sobbing throughout.

“Baby, they are nothing. Nothing. They are the past, it is a fact that I find it easy writing about experiences, past ones… They are the past and they are nothing. You are very much the present and everything. I hate that I’m hurting you, I hate it. And you know me Lou, I’m crap with words and what not… I’m good at writing about things though… S’why I wrote woman about you and sweet creature about you ” Harry said, placing his fingers under your chin and tilting your head up slowly, a smirk placed on his face as he took in your initial reaction, your eyebrows were now furrowed, like his were slightly earlier.

“Wh-what? About- there- me? what?” you said, become incoherent. Harry giggled before saying “I love you so much” as he placed a kiss against your lips.

“You wrote them - about me” you said, as he continued to kiss you. He slowly pulled away, laughing as soon as he saw the shocked expression still on your face.

“I wrote them about you love” Harry said , taking your small hand into his much larger one.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you said, genuinely smiling for the first time that day.

“I thought it was obvious. I’m in love with yeh pet. Wanna spend the rest of me life with you” Harry said, placing a kiss against your lips.

“I love you so much H. I’m so proud of you and I’m so silly” you said, making him shake his head.

“Maybe a lil’. But I’m silly in love with you. Besides, you aint wrote no songs about me just yet” Harry said, making you giggle.

“You mad? Wrote just about a whole album about you” you said, making Harry nod his head.

“Yeah. Jus’ wanted to hear you say it” he said, making you pull him in to a long kiss.

707mmgirl  asked:

I was wondering if you could do a NSfw where the rfa+v and saeran are having sex with mc for thw first time and they orgasm too fast and are afraid that they'd disappoint MC?

(  ˵¯͒⌄¯͒˵;;) I couldn’t sleep so I really…Really…Wanted to write this. Thought about it all day.


Yoosung

- He was losing it mentally. His hands were sweaty, his chest was beating

- He wasn’t going to lie, he had jerked off quite a bit before…Especially when LOLOL introduced that new female skin….

- But never much more than that! God, he was too scared to even get a sex toy- Too scared and embarrassed to even entertain the thought!

- He tried asking Zen for tips, even resorted to asking Seven. But Seven laughed and Zen said to look up some porn videos to get an idea because he was too busy to help

- (Or was he just sour MC didn’t fall for him?)

- When you came out of the bathroom in your pjs, he was already trying not to get a stiffy. I mean, what you were wearing wasn’t horrible, wasn’t perverted, but…You weren’t wearing a bra. Even he could tell that

- And the fact that tonight would be the first time you shared a bed together…

- “Yoosung?”

- “Y-Yes??”

_ “…Are you going to come lay down? It’s cold without you~”

- This was it, he was going to die. Someone get his will from that coffee fiasco out, he was going to need it after tonight.

- Carefully, he climbed into bed behind you, opting to try and be the big spoon and hold you tight.

-…Too tight, too tight! Your ass was rubbing against his groin so nicely. He ended up burying his face in your hair, desperate just to pretend he didn’t feel it.

- “Yoosung, are you alright?”

- “Yeah, yeah- I, uhm. I am.”

- “So you’re not hard-”

- “Don’t say it!!”

- Oh my god, this is it. You were going to make fun of him endlessly, just like the guys would when they found out. 

- You turned around to face his red face, and right when he thought it wasn’t going to get again worse, you slipped your hands around and squeezed his ass, pulling his hips flush against yours

- He. Couldn’t. Breathe.

- He felt you start kissing his neck, grinding against him, and he could only whimper in response. This isn’t how he thought it was going to happen- I mean, he was supposed to take the lead, right?? Right??

- But you slipped your hand in his sweat pants, letting out a lustful groan as you found he wasn’t wearing underwear, and he lost it

- You pulled your hand back and looked at the cum on your fingers, before looking him right in the eye and licking your hand clean

- Were you trying to kill him???

- “MC I’m sosososorry, oh my god-”

- “That’s okay, Yoosung,” You grabbed his hand, guiding it under your underwear, “Why don’t you show me what those gaming fingers can do?”

- God, please someone print out that will. He really was going to need it after tonight.

Jaehee

- So she wasn’t as innocent as everyone thought she was

-…But she was still blushing like crazy

- A cuddling session gushing over a dirty story you found online had turned sexual very quickly. Mainly due to your wandering hand, but…

- Now she was under you, one hand halfway covering her face, and the other gripped your arm as your teased her clit

- Every time she let out a squirming moan, her chest heaved and you swore you were in heaven

- You didn’t waste much time with foreplay. The two of you hadn’t really gone this far before, and this poor woman needed some excitement in her life that didn’t end in cat hair everywhere

- You couldn’t take it anymore, you slowly licked her nipple, then clamped your teeth over it, loving her surprised moan.

- “M-Mc!”

- You gave her nipple a harsh suck, your fingers trailing down from her clit to her entrance, slipping in two fingers already.

- You walls clamped down, her nails digging into your forearm already. She was sweating, chest heaving, but you knew all the right spots to hit.

- As your mouth bit on her neck, her moans kept getting higher and higher in pitch, until her nails dug in so harshly that you knew you were going to need a few bandages later.

- You felt her hips jerk up a few times, her whimpering when you kept trying to fuck her with your fingers, so you slowly pulled out.

- “Did you cum already?”

- She let out a groan, covering her face. “Yes, I’m sorry. It’s been a while.”

- You just laughed, kissing her forehead. 

- “I mean… I could be my turn, if you really loved meee~”

- She rolled her eyes but laughed, motioning for you to switch spots with her.

Seven

- The two of you were resting on the couch, just cuddling, until his fingers liiightly brushed against your sides, and you made the mistake of giggling

- Now it was On

- First thing about being friends with Seven: Never, ever, let him find out where you’re ticklish.

- He had you squealing and threatening him at the same time, squirming in between his legs as he laughed at you.

- Pretty soon you started fighting back- Turning around and desperate to find his ticklish spots. 

- But, after a while of squirming in eachother’s arms, he accidentally let out a moan that was not painful

- You stopped, and the both of you blushed… But, you just placed a questioning kiss on his lips.

- “R-really? Right here?”

- You nodded, already moving to start palming him through his pants, and he automatically started working on pulling off your shirt

- He groaned as you unzipped his pants, palming him through his boxers. He tried returning the favor, squeezing your breasts through your bra.

- But you slipped to the floor and got on your knees? What where you- Oh my god you were going to blow him

-Oh…My god.

- He watched with a growing blush as you tugged on his pants to be able to pull his hardening cock out easier. He watched your eyes widen just a bit when you pulled it out, him mentally fist pumping that he was a good enough size for you

- He wanted to lean back- Play it cool and just enjoy it, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You brushing your hair behind your ear, getting a decent grip on his cock, your half-lidded eyes studying the head. He could feel the pre-cum leaking out already, and he prayed you thought that was normal.

- You gave his cock a few tentative pumps, him trying his fucking best not to jerk his hips up, and then suddenly you took the tip in your mouth.

- He couldn’t hold it back, he ended up letting a low whimper out, his fingers itching to tangle themselves in your hair, but god he managed to keep them away.

- You bobbed your head a bit, removing the cock from your mouth with an obscene ‘pop’, looking him right in the eyes as you licked up the underside of his cock

- …And he came all over your face

- It was slightly, just a bit, adorable at how you winced, but he felt his soul leave his damn body. Damnit, he knew he should have jerked off last night when he had the chance.

- “Oh my god, Mc I’m so–” 

- You wiped a bit off your cheek, slipping your finger in your mouth and letting out a hum. “You taste a bit bitter…”

- Instantly he pulled you up on the couch, sucking and nipping at your neck as you moaned a bit.

- He really, really, needed to know how you tasted as well. And, well….Hopefully that would make up for him being such a quick shot.

Jumin

- The marriage had been sweet, and ended with lots of cuddling on a plane as the two of you went to enjoy your honeymoon, something Jumin was very insistent on.

- As soon as the two of you landed, it was getting changed into something more appropriate, going off and enjoying the sites, having a nice romantic dinner

- And now the two of you finally made it to the place you were staying at for the next week. With just one bed in the room.

- He didn’t want to admit he felt nervous- What if he harmed you? What if he did so many things you didn’t enjoy? Expert Playboy only told him so much, and he wasn’t too keen on watching porn. Especially if Seven had his hands in the RFA’s search history.

- The two of you dressed in your sleepwear, then he coaxed you over to lay with him.

- Getting to finally hold you in his arms like this was amazing. He felt his chest swell every time you snuggled closer to him.

- “Mc?”

- “Yes, honey?”

- He gave your forehead a kiss at the nickname, his cheeks lightly blushing. “From my research, we’re not completely done for the day yet, are we?”

- Your face went red, but he started with gentle kisses to your lips, moving to your jaw, then to your neck, his fingers dancing around the hem of your shirt.

- Your breath hitched a couple of times, but you started working on unbuttoning his shirt, groaning when his hands started groping your breasts

- God, this felt amazing so far, from just barely doing the minimum. He focused on recalling all the tips in the magazine, some of the grosser things some board members had talked about drunk- Just anything he could apply to please you

- It wasn’t long before you were fully on your back, breasts heaving as he teased your clit, his boxers the only clothing left on him

- The way your cheeks flushed looking at his cock straining against his boxers made him want to take you instantly, but he needed to be patient, he needed to hold out a bit longer.

- But you gently squeezed his forearm, mewling a bit as he kept trying to rub your clit

- “Ju-Jumin, please, I want to feel your cock- I’m ready, just please.”

- He felt his eyes widen, but quickly cleared his throat and nodded, pulling his boxers off

- He teased you a bit more, the head of his cock barely entering you and pulling back out, making you let out the cutest whines. But finally, when he couldn’t even stand it anymore, he pushed himself fully inside of you, groaning along with you

- He stayed still for a moment, feeling how amazing it was to have you squeezing him so tightly. He tried to move, just one pump, but it was too much.

- As soon as he realized what had happened, his face was completely red, and he felt so ashamed when you let out a little questioning noise.

- “It…It seems that I’ve…” He trailed off, suddenly pissed at himself for cumming so damn early. You didn’t even get to enjoy anything.

- But you just squeezed his hand, placing a kiss on his cheek.

- “If you want…You could just use your fingers for tonight, tomorrow we could try-”

- “No, we’re doing this right tonight. I told you I would keep you up all nigh- I’m not going back on that now.”

- While he did finally get rid of his shame at how much you squirmed from his fingers alone, he promised himself that he was going to make you cum twice as much from his cock alone.

- (What the fuck did those magazines say about this situation???)

Zen

- You had been trying for ages to get him to have sex with you. 

- Inviting him in the shower? ‘Accidentally’ letting him walk in on you? Snuggling super close during a romance scene? All of them failed.

- And god, did he hate it.

- He wanted to fuck you, have you screaming his name so loud he was sure to get noise complaints- But was he ready??

- It had been a very, very, long time since he had, ahem, let the beast out. The last time was…Way too long ago.

- But all the teasing, and bluntness without saying anything, was starting to get to him. Starting to have his hand wandering when you weren’t there with him, and a few times when you were.

- Tonight was a bit better. You weren’t trying to throw more ‘hints’ his way, you were just snuggled up to him resting your head on his chest, tracing an imaginary circle on his ribs

- Yeah, he could handle this!

- But your fingers stopped, and you started to play with his hair a bit instead, making cute little noises as you shifted to look up at him

- “Your princess wants some kisses.”

- Oh no. He felt his cock twitch, but he tried his best to ignore it as he tipped your chin up, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

- “I can’t help but do as my princess wants~”

- But you pulled him back towards you, planting a few soft kisses, and then slowly making them more and more greedy.  You even slipped your tongue in, and when he groaned out he knew he was done for.

- He wanted to avoid sex at the moment, but tonight he didn’t have enough willpower.

- He grabbed your shoulders, pushing you to lay on your back as he slipped between your legs, leaning over to start sucking on your neck.

- You didn’t waste a second, especially since you had been trying to get to this point for ages. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinning when he grinded against you with a low growl

- “You’ve been such a tease, princess, I can’t take it anymore.”

- As he pushed your shirt up, working on your breasts, he was frantically trying to recall all the moves he used to do back when he was in that gang.

- (God, it really had been forever!)

- Your hands fumbled with his shorts, yanking them down and giving his ass a firm squeeze, loving as he bit your neck in response.

- You were going to kill him. He wanted the first time to be sweet, romantic, but he couldn’t even control his thoughts right now. He just kept imagining how tight you would feel, how you would squeeze down on him-

- You reached and grasped his cock, starting a teasing pace as he leaked pre-cum already.

- Ah, fuck, fuck, he couldn’t take this. He ended up moaning into your shoulder as he jerked his hips in time with your pumps. One, two times, and he came.

- Kill. Him.

- He didn’t want to face you, he just closed his eyes tight as you pulled your hand away.

- “Zenny~ No fair, let me have fun too.”

- He took a deep breath and looked at you nervously- Only to be greeted with a firm kiss. You pushed his shoulder a bit, wriggling your hips.

- “Why don’t you put that mouth to better use~?”

- He looked a bit dumbfounded for a moment, but quickly slid back a bit, working on getting your pjs off.

- I mean… at least he had an impressive recovering speed? Hopefully luck would be on his side and let him recover fast enough to fuck you like he had been wanting.

V

- It…Had been a very long time. A long time since he was fully willing to have sex, at least.

- When the innocent cuddling on his bed got more perverse- Your hand slipping under his shirt and teasingly running your fingers so close to the waistband of his pants- Well… He did want it, it had just been ages

- He tried his best not to show it. Each feather-light touch he returned, every little breath you let out he had to stop himself from groaning

- He hadn’t realised how badly he wanted this from you

- Once the cute kisses died down, turning into panting breaths and low moans, you rolled yourself on top of him, straddling him and purposefully refusing to grind against him

- Were you trying to kill him? He needed this- He needed you

- His hands found your hips, holding you as he bucked his hips up with a barely contained groan. It had been too long, way too long, since he had felt so good from just teasing

- “Mc-”

- You leaned over, starting another string of greedy kisses, taking his will to talk and interrupt you away

- It didn’t take long for his hands to act on their own- Slipping under your shirt to grope, pushing your ass down so he could grind against you fully

- When you broke the kiss and let out such a sinful moan, he couldn’t do it anymore.

- “Mc, please- Now, now, please.”

- He felt your breath against his neck as you giggled, wiggling out of your underwear and pulling down his pants

- You took his cock and slid the head against your clit, making him bite down hard on his lip

- “Oh, god, Mc-” You were horrible but so fucking amazing. He wanted to thrust his hips up, slam into you with all he had-

- You let out a little mewl of pleasure as the head of his cock rubbed your clit just right, and suddenly you felt a hot spurt against you.

- He covered his face quickly, panting but letting out a sound of utter disappointment. 

- “It’s been ages, I just-”

- “Shh,” You leaned over, kissing his forehead. “ It’s fine.”

- But it wasn’t, was it? Your cheeks were still flushed, you were soaked but he knew you hadn’t came yet.

-… Was it too early to suggest…?

- “M-Mc, ride me.”

- “…What?”

- God, don’t make him say it again. He carefully squeezed his cock, feeling how sensitive it was, but he didn’t care. He wanted you anyway.

- He rubbed the head of his dick against your clit, then finally trailed it to your entrance, pushing the tip in and joining you in your moan

- “Jihyun-”

- He jerked his hips up, pushing into you fully, and the sound you made had him dig his nails into your thighs.

- “Ride. Me. I can take it.”

- He came early, but he was going to be damned if you weren’t going to be able to feel his cock slam in you tonight.

Saeran

- He had experience with women. Not exactly loving ones, but quick and hard fucks in the backs of bars or in hotels was what he was used to the most.

- And usually they all went well, except if the women tried being too clingy with him.

- He wasn’t expecting you to last so fucking long though

- The two of you were just cuddling on his bed, something he was always insistent on. But you were trying to find some funny things to show him on your phone, and he was tired of watching videos. 

- He ended up initiating it, slowly trying to tease you by acting like he wasn’t aware of where his hands were, but quickly dropping the act and pushing you on your back, grinding against you and slipping his tongue in between your bruising lips

 - It didn’t take long at all for both of you to rid each other of any fabric in the way, him burying his cock inside of you with a grunt and a low “Fuck,”

- Usually with the women he had fucked before, they came rather quickly… 

- But as he harshly slammed himself inside of you, finally being able to enjoy being inside of you, he felt himself coming closer and closer to the edge- And you definitely hadn’t came yet.

- He pulled your leg up a bit, pushing it flush against your chest to get a better angle to ram into you, letting out a growling string of curses as you tightened around him

- A few more jerks of his hips, and he easily came inside of you, groaning out and breathing harshly against your neck.

- He wasn’t expecting you to whine, though. He looked up, a bit confused, as you pouted.

- “You came already?”

- “…You didn’t??” He swore he had felt you tense up, dig your nails into him even more. What happened?? Oh god, was he losing his touch?

- You pushed him on his back, climbing on top of him and forcing his cock back into you, rolling your hips. “I wasn’t done yet~ Can you keep going?”

- The fuck he could, but his embarrassment didn’t let him say that. He gripped your hips, keeping you in place as he pushed as deep as he could inside of you, letting out a guttural groan.

- You let out a loud moan, starting a steady and heavy pace, drinking in how his cock hit your g-spot on every thrust.

- He hadn’t been overstimulated before, but he refused to argue against it. He apparently needed to build his stamina back up anyway…

once upon a potions class ♔ peter parker au

summary : the slow burn love story of hogwarts student peter parker and his (other) hufflepuff best friend, y/n y/l/n. 

author’s note : hahaha hi so no one asked for this but my heart yearned for it so here it is, hopefully gonna be a series bc i love hogwarts au peter xo

  If you want to get technical, really technical, it started in Potions class one fateful October afternoon, when the breeze of autumn swept over the castle grounds and the leaves were carried off the trees in a flurry of reds and oranges and yellows. The colors of the start of something, of a very endearing and otherwise unheard of beginning. In Peter’s eyes, however, it probably began much earlier than that, because it was already his fifth year at Hogwarts and he knows he knows he knows that he’s felt what he does for much longer than just an hour, a week, a month. 

    In actuality, the realization of such feelings was what really happened that day in class, not the start of the feelings themselves. The stunning realization that sent him staggering backward into Ned Leeds, tripping over his robes in a way that you had to find comical if you were standing there in the classroom when it happened, was what had truly transpired. Alas, that comes later. This is what comes before. 

   What comes before is Peter standing in the corridor where the Hufflepuff common room resides, just past the still life portrait that can lead a student to the kitchens if they approach it in the proper fashion. It’s the same with the barrels that lead into Ned’s common room- into your common room- but he refuses to even attempt to visit you in there ever since the great fourth year incident. Instead, he opts for lurking outside, awkwardly smiling at people who give him odd stares because he’s been out there for nearly fifteen minutes now and hasn’t moved an inch. He’s just waiting for Ned (and you, of course, but he’s rather reluctant to admit such a thing), which most fifth years know by now because you never really see one without the other, only at bedtime when they split up into their respective common rooms. 

   “Finally!” He throws his head back with a groan when Ned emerges from an old barrel that boasts a roomier common room than you’d expect. His friend has robes rumpled from crawling through the passageway and trailing behind him is you, your tie still dangling around your neck, undone as it usually is. “You two take forever, I swear. I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be the self involved ones, at least a little bit.” Peter tugs on his red and gold tie jokingly, his eyes flickering toward you as you sloppily tied your own. He waved you over and you let out a relieved sigh. 

   “I overslept!” Ned replied. He smirked, just the smallest bit, when he saw Peter begin fixing your tie for you, something his Aunt May had taught him how to do when he had received his letter on his eleventh birthday. Peter tries his hardest not to notice the sunny smile you gave him when he finished up. Ned smugly notices Peter trying not to notice, and gives Peter a suggestive raise of the eyebrows when the Gryffindor looks toward his best friend. He rolls his eyes at Ned, which was expected, before shyly grinning back at you. “Anyways, how’s my favorite Gryffindor doing this morning?” 

   “Shitty,” Peter replied, taking a step away from you. His face is slightly pink at this point due to the close proximity of your face to his, but you barely notice. “We have Potions first, Ned, how d’you think I’m feeling?” Ned steps over, letting you walk next to Peter for a change just because he’s feeling a bit pushy, but not before lightly shoving Peter. His shoulder bumps against yours and he apologetically smiles at you. 

   “Aw, Potions isn’t that bad!” You reply, giving him a little nudge. “I for one find it quite entertaining and invigorating. My favorite class, probably.” Peter nudges you back, shaking his head. 

   “Every class is your favorite, it’s a wonder you’re not a Ravenclaw.” He breathes in for a second, the scent of your perfume dizzying in the best way possible, before he speaks again. “Anyways, you’re Slughorn’s favorite student to ever exist, besides, like, Harry freaking Potter and his mum.” 

   The comment makes your face heat up and you wrap one arm around Peter in a hug that would have been awkward if it were any other two people, considering you were trying your best to hurry down the corridor to avoid being late. “Shut up, Parker. That’s not true. And so what if I love my classes? I grew up in a Muggle household and I’m still soaking all this in.” You didn’t have to be at the very top of your classes to adore them profusely. 

   “She’s got a point,” Ned chimes in, slapping Peter on the back in that friendly, odd boy way. “Besides, Potions can’t possibly be bad when you have your favorite Hufflepuff, also known as Ned Leeds, sitting next to you the whole time.” 

   Peter laughed as you feigned offense at not being Peter’s favorite, but as he sighed out the sentence, “Yeah, favorite,” with a happy nod, his gaze lingered on you instead of Ned. The boys pushed you into the room first once the three of you arrived at the classroom in the dungeons, you were always a favorite among the teachers because of your sunny disposition and politeness in any situation. 

   “Professor! My apologies, the boys and I lost track of time preparing for today’s lesson,” you said, gliding into the room with usual grace as you gave Slughorn a smile. Peter felt his heart tug at the sight, but he took his usual seat behind you and beside Ned without thinking too much about it. 

   Slughorn gave his usual delighted, hearty laugh at your presence and an affectionate pat on your shoulder. “Not to worry, my dear! You’re a pleasure to have in class, as always.” You turn back toward Ned and Peter and give them a wink, because if it wasn’t for you they would’ve been in deep shit. 

   They were rarely ever on time for class, always oversleeping in the morning and losing track of time practicing different and somewhat ridiculous incantations down by the Black Lake or trying to summon the giant squid from beneath its depths. The teachers had a tendency to go on easy on Peter and Ned because Benjamin Parker had been a teacher up at the school not long before his passing, and they went even easier on the pair when  you were around. You were the levelheaded but inherently loyal addition to what made up an inseparable trio, and Peter was forever in awe of your choosing to be his friend, in awe of you in general, though the boy would refuse to admit such a preposterous thing if confronted directly.

   You were listening intently to Slughorn’s directions when Peter was thinking these things, interrupted only by Ned. He roughly shoved Peter’s leg with his own, ducking his head to whisper, “You missed your chance!” 

   Confused, Peter tilted his alongside him, “Chance for what?” To this, Ned let out an exasperated huff. 

   “I called myself your favorite Hufflepuff for a purpose!” He exclaimed in a voice barely able to qualify as a whisper the way he had intended. Ned then promptly hit Peter on the back of the head, continuing, “You were supposed to be all ‘Nah, Y/N’s my favorite badger actually,’ and then put your arm around her or something! It would’ve been perfect, you dolt.” 

    “What sort of script have you conjured up in your head and how am I supposed to know to follow it if I haven’t a copy?” Peter retorted, rubbing the back of his head where Ned had inflicted the injury just moments before. “And, just for the record, I never said I fancied her anyway. Which I don’t, by the way.” He didn’t. Definitely not. Never in a million years. 

   “You’re such a liar, everyone can see that you do.” Ned was, evidently, a horrid whisperer, because Slughorn was now making his way over to the pair, both boys straightening their backs and flashing the professor their most charming, scarily matching smiles. 

   “That’s not true,” Peter muttered out of the corner of his mouth before turning his attention back to Slughorn, who was standing over them with a stern expression on his typically enthusiastic face. Smiling sheepishly up at him, Peter took his quill out of the bag hanging off the back of his chair as well as a piece of parchment, dating the top of his paper. “Professor,” he greeted politely. 

  If you had heard Ned and Peter’s conversation, you gave no indication of it as you turned in your chair to watch your teacher begin his usual lecture, mostly directed at the boys sitting behind you with faces growing redder by the second. “Can either of you boys tell me what I was just saying to the rest of your class, or would you perhaps be more inclined to discuss what was so important with all of us instead?” 

   “Oh, well, um, see Professor, you were just talking about-” Peter began, prepared to ramble on for ten minutes until Slughorn took pity on him and moved on to another topic. 

   “Amortentia,” you mumble, so low that only Peter was able to detect it as you had your chin held in the palm of your hand and your lips barely moved as you spoke. 

   “I believe it was, um, Amortentia, sir?” Slughorn nods when the words are spoken, and Peter lets out a relieved little sigh when he moves on from his desk, turning back toward Ned. “Almost got me detention again, thanks.” Then, he leans forward to tap you on the shoulder, giving you that typical shy grin as he says, “And thank you for saving me from writing lines again.” He pauses. “You’re the best.”  

    “No, no, really, it’s not a big deal,” you reply, a half smile reflected down toward your lap instead of up at him as you spun back around to continue your attentive listening. 

   Ned, forever the type of best friend to relentlessly badger Peter to no end, kicked Peter under the desk again before scribbling on the piece of parchment that Peter had taken out of his bag in a worried frenzy with no intention of actually taking notes. You know what Amortentia is, don’t you? Peter glacned down at the note, then scribbled his own reply. A potion. He slid it over to Ned, who rolled his eyes. Love potion. Pay attention, Peter. I know you’re the chosen whatever but you need to study, too. 

   Peter ignored this, turning his back to Ned to listen to what Slughorn was now   saying to the remainder of the class. Ned had a point, even if hearing himself referred to as the chosen whatever caused Peter immense embarrassment. When he tuned into the lesson, finally, Slughorn was in the middle of his sentence. “-more of an infatuation, a dangerous one at that. It has a distinct scent to whomever comes across it, which is what makes it so appealing. Now, typically we wouldn’t be introducing this so early due to an incident over eleven years ago but, the lesson itself is important as well as entertaining!” The professor gave a delighted clap of his hands before gesturing toward the large cauldron in the front of the room. 

   Nearly every girl tilted on the heels of their school shoes, clamoring to get a look or a whiff, possibly both, of the potion that let out steam in distinctive spirals and glowed like a moonstone. Even you stood up a little straighter, craning your neck to see what it was. There was an odd sensation Peter felt stirring inside him when he thought of you associating a scent in that potion- a potion brewed with the intent of creating real love- with someone, a boy, a girl, anyone. 

   “I’ll go,” Peter heard you announce confidently, sliding out of your chair as you walked up to the cauldron. The rest of the class peered on intently, but none so intently as Peter, who was practically sitting atop the desk as he waited for you to speak. Chin in his hand, pout on his face as you waft the steam toward you. 

   “What do you smell?” Ned prompted loudly from beside Peter, earning a startlingly cold scowl from his friend. 

   “Give a girl a minute, would you?” You said, your eyes flicking toward your two boys before trailing back down to what was in front of you. 

   Ned put his hands up defensively, whispering to Peter, “I’m just trying to get her to admit that the object of her affection is you, you’re welcome.” 

   “Piss off, Ned.”

   Peter’s eyes rolled once again, nothing new to Ned, as he carefully observed the way you leaned your head down, eyes closing as you inhaled the potion deeply. When your eyes flew open abruptly as you stepped back from the potion, there was a split second, just a fleeting moment that passed as soon as it had occurred, where Peter thought that maybe you had looked at him. He had caught your gaze for barely a second, not long enough to register what had even happened. He wasn’t even sure if it was real, or if his overactive imagination was making him hallucinate the thing that might just make him the happiest he’s ever been. He lifted a hand in the air without thinking, saying, “So? What’d you smell, Y/N?” 

    “Um, well, it was just-” you scrambled away from the cauldron, shaking the messy, tangled and intrusive thoughts out of your brain because what you had smelled- well, it was nothing, wasn’t it? It wasn’t definite. Maybe it didn’t mean what Slughorn had implied. Maybe it didn’t mean that you were sort of, possibly- more than possibly, almost definitely- in love with… someone. A certain someone with big brown eyes and shy smiles and warm, all encompassing hugs that quite literally left you breathless when you pulled away from them. “Um, old book pages, flowers, apple pie and… um, cologne. No big deal, though,” you added hastily, sitting back in your chair for the remainder of the lesson and blatantly refusing to turn your back, even when Peter poked the back of your robes with his quill multiple times in a fruitless attempt to capture your attention. When class was indicated to be over, you were the first one out of the room, which was particularly unusual since you had a habit of hanging back afterwards to converse with whatever professor lingering in the classroom. Peter tried to call you, to wait, but you ignored him. 

   “What the hell was that about?” He asked Ned, still gathering his bearings. “She never jets off like that.” He neglected to mention that he wanted to see you off to your next class, but Ned had gathered that much already. 

   “Peter! You’re hopeless!” He exclaimed, grabbing the sleeve of Peter’s robes and lightly pushing him over to the cauldron. The room had been vacated by now, even by Slughorn, so it was simply the two of them in the room. Peter was most certainly going to be late to Care of Magical Creatures, but he knew Hagrid wouldn’t mind. He had a knack for the lesson, especially when it involved the mass amounts of spiders that weren’t quite supposed to be on the grounds. It was a secret between him and Hagrid, and so the groundskeeper doted on Peter. The boy was practically a genius himself, but he knew he was a Gryffindor through and through. “Before you’re late, just smell it. Please,” Ned almost shoves Peter headfirst into the potion. 

    To get his friend off his back, literally, Peter breathed in the scent, and there comes the aforementioned, stunning, ridiculously overdue realization that in all honesty should have transpired so much sooner than it had, now that Peter looks back on the situation. He did, in fact, jump away from the potion much in the manner of a skittish cat, stepping on the hem of his robes and falling over Ned, a hand running through his already awfully messy hair when he stood back up. “Oh, bloody fucking hell,” he breathes. Ned touches his fingers to his forehead with exasperation. “That’s… well that’s- that’s, you know, oh Merlin this is bad. This is so bad, Ned.” 

   It was the dizzying smell of your perfume that had greeted him through the swirls of steam, the flowery and lovely scent he had bought you for your fourteenth birthday because May had told him that some girls liked perfume, so he had gone out and purchased some with his savings despite having no clue what scent you’d like. But you had loved his gift, pecking him on the cheek in the middle of the Great Hall on the eve of your birthday and making him blush so hard he had to ask Professor McGonagall how to get rid of the color staining the place you kissed. You had worn it every day since without fail, even during the summer holidays when you hadn’t been able to see him. 

   Then, of course, because Peter can’t catch a break, the next scent was that of your shampoo. It was a smell he pretty much inhaled whenever he wrapped his arms around you in an embrace, which he did an awful lot for just your friend, a comforting scent that he remembered from the day he was thirteen years old and May had owled him at three in the morning with news of Uncle Ben’s death, when he had stood outside the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room with flushed cheeks and running tears and shaking hands that reached out for you instantly the moment you had appeared in front of him. 

   Peter slowly looked up at his best friend, his hands rubbing across his face. A part of him could hardly believe this was happening, but a different part of him knew he should have seen this coming. He should have felt the click sooner; the “Ned, why didn’t you tell me I fancied Y/N?” 

   Ned groaned. “Are you kidding me right now? I’ve been telling you since we were thirteen. ‘Bout time you noticed.” There was another groan, this time on Peter’s end, muffled by the way he held his head in his hands. 

   “This is the biggest predicament I’ve ever been in.” 

   “Bigger than the fact that you’ve been chosen to defeat a Dark Lord?”

   “Way bigger.”   

  And, to his fifteen year old brain that was muddled with the intricate thoughts of the way he felt for you, the way he had always felt for you, the way he would feel for you for eternity, it wasn’t the fact that he liked you that was the problem. It was the crushing weight what came hand in hand with the realization; the possibility that he was going to have to suffer through his love alone, with unrequited feelings hanging in the air. 

  If only he knew, right?

satisfied | jungkook

jeon jungkook + incubus au

genre: smut | kidnapping | oral sex | bondage | blindfolded | filth basically

word count: 2.6k


When you wake, it’s because your arm twists in an unnatural fashion and you have to maneuver it around as far as your bound wrist will allow you to. It’s dark in this room that you do not recognize, the only light source the pale moonlight that peeks from between thin curtains.

In the corner of the room, displayed on a lone chair, you see your dress neatly folded with your cell phone sitting on top of it and your heels leaning against one of the wooden legs. It was obvious that someone had undressed you, panic setting in as you quickly rub your legs together, the material of your panties moving between them reassuring you.

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anonymous asked:

Floof scenario with Todoroki and his smol s/o???? All the sugary, teeth rotting, cotton candy mess you have~~~

Originally posted by kirei-na-jinsei

 Insecure Todoroki > everything else. this took forever and it sucked i am so sorry anon~Admin K

  ‘Todoroki Shouto. Todoroki. Shou? Todo. No… Hmm, let’s see… Todoroki. To-do-ro-ki. Roki? Roki. Yeah, that sounds okay. Roki. Roki. Roki—’

    “___,” Todoroki said loudly next to her, bringing ___ out of her thoughts. She blinked, shaking the thoughts from her head like rain off of an umbrella. Finding a cute nickname for Todoroki would have to wait. The noise of the people in the lunch room suddenly seemed much louder than it had before.

   “Yes, Roki?”

   “What?”

    “I said: ‘yes, Todoroki,’” ___ corrected herself quickly.

    “Oh, sorry I must not have heard you. Anyway…” he started talking to her about something as he sat down across from her. She listened intently, focused on the mesmerizing way his mouth worked. ___ liked the way Todoroki’s lips moved when he spoke. They hardly did, and yet his words were always clearly enunciated. ___ felt the just barely controllable urge to run her fingers through his hair. She resisted that temptation.

    Although technically, ___ was allowed to do that now.

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Sam x Reader, Dean

Summary: Sam doesn’t approve of what you’re wearing. Dean does. 

Warnings: possessive/dominant/jealous!Sam, language, a little dirty talk. 

Words: 700+


“If you think I’m letting you leave here with her dressed like that, you’re insane.” Sam gestures in your direction, however his words are meant for Dean.

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No More Waiting

Summary: reader and Steve haven’t been intimate in a while but finally get the chance to do just that.

A/N: Just realized this name would have been perfect for a story where the characters have sex with each other for the first time after waiting for a long time. Dammit. Anyway, second time posting smut on this blog, here have some Steve smut. It’s kinda nerve wracking posting this after the last smut I wrote since it was such a big hit. Hope you like this imagine!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Words: 3,910

Warning: SMUT, fingering, hand job, cursing, this time: protected intercourse!!! i mean, you do wear a helmet when going to war, right?


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Tom Holland Imagine (prompt)

prompt: 58 - You look cute with a baby bump!

a/n: request from this prompt list

word count: 434

masterlist: (x)

 “Hey you,” Tom took you by surprise as he kissed you on the cheek from over your shoulder. He rest his head on your shoulder, placing small kisses on your neck as he pulled you closer to him.

“Hey!” You smiled. “What are you doing here?”
“Aren’t I allowed to visit my favourite lady on her lunch break? And I bought you an iced coffee, so you better drink it before it goes all funny.” He handed you the Starbucks cup and you thanked him with a quick kiss.

You were currently shooting your latest movie, and the set wasn’t too far from Tom’s flat. He’d made a habit of visiting you during your lunch hour now he was home from his press tour. You took his hand and guided him to your trailer, where you could finally hitch up your dress and remove the fake baby bump you had to wear for the shoot.

“Leave it on,” Tom said.
“What?”
“Leave it on, you look cute with a baby bump!” You sighed, and let your dress fall back down, taking a seat next Tom on the battered sofa you had in your trailer. You took a sip of your iced coffee and Tom rubbed his hand across your fake belly.
“You know it’s fake, right?” You teased. Tom shrugged, giving you a playful smile. There was a pause. “Tom, are you broody?”
“Maybe,” he replied, his tongue darted out between his lips to wet them, something he always did when he was nervous.
“Uh uh, no way, Tom. Not happening. I am not having the baby talk now.”
“Come on,” he whined, dragging out his words while moving his face closer to yours. “Babe?”
“Tom, we can barely even look after ourselves.”
“True,” Tom laughed. “But babies are cute.” He pouted, sticking his bottom lip out, but couldn’t keep his face serious enough for very long before you both burst into giggles.
“Keep dreaming, honey.”

Tom kissed your temple, then your jawline, then your neck. He nipped at the delicate skin a little. You loved it when he did that. His touch made your heart flutter, and your eyes closed shut as your breath hitched in your throat.

“We haven’t got time,” you said. Tom looked at you, his eyes full of lust, and played with your fingers in his warm hand. You glanced at your watch and inhaled deeply. You wanted him, badly. You’d had sex in the trailer before, the thrill of knowing someone could walk in at any moment made it all the more exhilarating. “Better make it quick then.”

anonymous asked:

idk if you do this anymore but i really love your writing and after the last run ep i'm in need of a jikook hc where jk is jm's coach (an athlete and a coach being in love isn't really a new concept for someone who's watched yoi lmao).. if you write it thank you so much and if not it's totally okay 😊

here’s a short thing of jimin learning judo from jungkook!au !!


Jimin plops down on the mat, worn out and panting. “You’re a monster, you know that?” 

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” Jungkook snorts, crouching until they’re eye-level. “What was that move you tried to do just now? I didn’t teach you that.”

Jimin pouts. “It was nothing. It didn’t work anyway, so - ”

“No. If it were anyone else, you’d have gotten them on their back at the very least.” Jungkook’s brow ticks in realization. “Hey. You’ve been going to Hoseok for pointers again, haven’t you?”

“No. Of course I - Jungkook, no.” But quickly, as usual, Jimin’s defenses crumble in the face of Jungkook’s intense, withering stare. “Okay - maybe I did, so what?”

“Why?” Am I not good enough for you? Jungkook doesn’t say. Jimin hears it anyway and whines.

“It’s not like that, Kook, it’s just…”

“If you wanted him to be your coach, why’d you come to me?” Jungkook mutters, sitting back on his haunches and running a frustrated hand through his hair. Jimin can’t place the exact nature of the look on his face - whether it’s irritation or jealousy, or something in between.

After too long a silence, Jungkook gets to his feet, turning to stalk off and brood like he often does, when he gets too worked up and has to take a breather before he ends up taking it out on Jimin. Or when he has too much energy to spare and needs to burn some off, alone, where no one will break and bleed under his fists. Sometimes, Jungkook doesn’t like to talk about things, preferring to punch it out.

Jimin scrambles up and latches onto his hand before he can go, palms clammy and shaky from exertion.

“I wanted to impress you,” Jimin whispers.

Jungkook stops in his tracks. He faces Jimin, large eyes widened with shock. “You - what?”

“I wanted to impress you, so I asked Hoseok-hyung to show me a flashy move. He - ” Turning bright red, Jimin sputters, “Don’t laugh, you asshole!”

Choking back the cackles, Jungkook reels Jimin in closer, blocking Jimin’s feeble attempts at smacking some sense into him through his chest. “You wanted to impress me, huh.”

“Shut up. I - I’m never telling you anything ever again,” Jimin threatens, voice wobbly as Jungkook leans down into his space. His attempt at maintaining a fair distance between them has him arching backwards, cheeks aflame.

Jungkook’s smug grin kind of makes him wish he hadn’t fucked up the throw last minute. But it’d been nice to wipe that look off Jungkook’s face even for a second. “So, what was the move he taught you?” 

“Hoseok-hyung called it a - a “dead tree drop”?”

“Hm.” Jungkook releases him abruptly. Jimin almost falls backwards and rights himself with a glare. “That’s one name for it. It’s also called the Kuchiki taoshi, or single leg takedown,” he tells him. “Show me again.”

“I - Huh?”

“Try the throw on me,” Jungkook reiterates impatiently.

“You’re just going to pin me down again if I try.”

Jungkook laughs, and the sound warms Jimin all the way to his belly. “Damn. Caught,” he snickers.

And for a moment, Jimin forgets how tired he is - how his whole body aches from head to toe. Jungkook can get so rough when they spar, Jimin often goes home with bruises on his shins and pink finger marks on his arms and back from where Jungkook had grabbed onto him. Even days later he can feel the ghost-like hold Jungkook has on him, both mentally and physically. His roommate has raised one too many eyebrows at them, wondering why Jimin keeps going back to judo when he’s not particularly invested in it in the first place. Jimin always shrugs, doesn’t have it in him to explain.

It’s not really judo that Jimin’s in love with after all, just Jeon Jungkook.

“No, but seriously, try it again. You just need to fix your posture a bit, but it was good. It was a good start, Jimin.”

As much as Jimin can’t stand Jungkook’s teasing, he can’t stand his praises even more. “It was - Thank you, but it wasn’t - I didn’t even get you,” Jimin says embarrassedly. 

“Show me again,” Jungkook prompts, the look on his face softening.

Jimin edges closer, unsure. Jungkook doesn’t budge when Jimin hesitantly bends down to take hold of his thigh. He peers up at Jungkook’s expression and swallows tightly. “Do… Do you want me to try the throw?”

Jungkook stares down at him wordlessly for several long moments. 

“What - ” Jimin barely has time to feel a sense of foreboding at the grin that stretches Jungkook’s lips before he brings his hand to Jimin’s hair, petting and ruffling his hair aggressively. Jimin straightens with an indignant squawk because - his hair - and makes a valiant effort to move the strands back to their rightful place. Then with heightened resolve, he throws himself at Jungkook in response, reaching up to enact his revenge.

Jungkook’s laughing, barely managing to keep his head out of Jimin’s reach.

“Hold still, you giant brat,” Jimin bites out. 

“Is that any way to talk to your teacher,” Jungkook chortles, but his laughter breaks off when Jimin clambers onto his back, locking his legs around his middle and proceeds to make a mess out of his hair. “You’re gonna get it, Jimin,” he growls.

Jimin hates the way his stomach flips at the warning; the way it clenches when Jungkook manages to grab hold on him, sling him over his shoulder in one smooth motion before sending them both falling down onto the mat. At the last second, he switches their position, keeping Jimin’s body cushioned above him.

“I should make you run laps for this,” he murmurs, and his voice reverberates where their chests are pressed together. Jimin can’t tell if he’s serious, but he isn’t going to risk it.

“You started it,” Jimin says breathlessly. Jungkook looks like a dream come true, hair disheveled and a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, and all of it Jimin’s doing.

“No, you did. When you went to Jung Hoseok for help instead of me.”

“Can you let it go?” Jimin whines, though the happiness that colours his tone when Jungkook wraps his arms around him to keep him still is blatant for all ears. “I already told you why I did it.”

Jungkook, with his tongue pressed against his cheek in petulance and obviously not letting it go, mutters, “Yeah, whatever. Don’t do it again. I’m your coach. You can’t go fraternizing with the enemy.”

“Competition,” Jimin corrects. “Not enemy.”

“Same thing.” 

It’s not, but Jimin knows when he’s fighting a losing battle. “Alright,” he acquiesces. “I won’t go to Hobi-hyung for help with judo.”

“’Hobi-hyung’?” Jungkook echoes. “When’d he become ‘Hobi-hyung’? His first name is Competition - ”

“Jungkook, oh my god.”

“You’re not gonna lose to him at the next tournament, you got that Jimin? He’s gonna eat your tiny little fists and - ”

Jungkookie,” Jimin says with increasing exasperation.

“You’re gonna stand up there on the podium with that gold fucking medal around your neck, and he’s gonna bask in awe as you dead tree kick everyone’s ass after I help you make it perfect - ”

Jimin can’t help the giggles that bubble up, both at the serious set of Jungkook’s brows and the competitive fire burning in his eyes. “Alright. Whatever you say.” He sits up, and Jungkook follows suit. Jimin’s on his lap now, and he tries not to notice that fact. Tries.

“Your stance was a little too high just now. You need to lower yourself more, your center of gravity, and your grip wasn’t in the right place. You need to - ”

“Slow down, you’re rambling,” Jimin says with great fondness.

Jungkook pauses for a breath. “… And - ” 

His eyes widen for the briefest moment, before they shut. Jimin doesn’t know where the sudden courage had come from, but this close to Jungkook’s face, Jimin felt brave. It doesn’t feel so out of reach when their bodies are flush together, and Jungkook’s hands are coming up to frame his cheeks, still warm from exertion. Their mouths coming together, again and again, Jungkook’s tongue sliding against his, feels just like another one of their sparring matches.

When they break apart, panting heavily, Jungkook’s got that boyish grin on his face - the one that gets Jimin’s insides all twisted into knots, every damn time without fail. “You need to work on your technique.”

“Fuck off,” Jimin complains. Then, softer, and so fucking in love with Jeon Jungkook: “You gonna show me how it’s done, golden boy?”

“It’ll be my pleasure.”

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Alright darlings!!! You asked and I wrote– this was supposed to be a thousand words of smut for my thousand followers, but things got a little out of control. So here’s Chapter One… of an unspecified amount of smut. I mean this very well may turn into a full size fic because I got this idea of Tony being bored with his soldiers and trying to tease them into being kinky with him and… well anyway. Just read it lol any and all ideas are welcome because I love this so much already.

I love all my readers and followers!! You guys are the best!! Thank you so much for all the love you show me and my fics!!!

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Tony was going to be the death of Steve. Bucky too, of course, or at least probably, but Bucky was more used to this sort of thing, this sort of—thing. That Tony was doing. With his mouth. And a–a–lollipop.

Bucky had been teased and chased by girls and guys for years before the war. He was used to the flirty, dirty things girls did with candy and drinks that were meant to get a fella thinking about… about that. So Bucky. Bucky would have been fine with this.

But it was gonna be the death of Steve.

He was literally barely keeping it together, sitting at the kitchen table, so hard in his pants he was sure there would be a wet spot on the front of his khakis if he stood up. So he definitely wasn’t standing up and he thought he would die if he kept sitting there but what else could he do?

Because Tony, his sweet, perfect boyfriend Tony, was sitting primly on the counter chatting with Natasha, his legs kicking the air innocently, laughing over something she said, and sucking on a lollipop like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

A big one too, one of those multi colored, swirled, eight or nine inch things you only got at candy stores or fairs.

And right now, Tony’s perfect little pink tongue was lapping up and down the damn thing, his lips looking sticky and sweet as he sucked on the end and every few seconds he’d give a little sigh and lick his lips before putting a few inches of it in his mouth and—

And Steve was going to die.

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cupcake7592  asked:

Can I have a Jhope boyfriend fluff/angst please!! ^~^

J-Hope BAD BOY AU: Angst & Fluff 
Prompt: “You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you” & “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”

I stalked down the flight of stairs, my eyes glaring at all i passed as I basically sprinted down the hallway and into the class room I knew Hoseok and his friend were in.

“You bastard!” I scream, throwing a piece of gunk off my dripping head in the direction of Hoseok who was lounging on the couch. It barely missed him and leapt off the couch and spun around to ind the culprit who dared to throw something at him. When his eyes landed on my figure he burst into laughter along with his friend who had began taking pictures of me. I was a mess. Covered in food-colored who knows what after I opened my locker to an explosion obviously planted by Hoseok and his thugs.

I approached him, my eyes seething and raised my hand to slap him but he caught it mid air. 

“Let go of me.” I say through gritted teeth,

“Why would i when you might slap me?” He says smirking at my hand and tightening his grip around my wrist. I raise my knee and give him one right where it hurts and he topples o er with a grown. Immediately his friends stand up and tower over me but he mumbles “Leave her,” As get up off the floor.

“Leave us,” He says brushing them off and they all glare at me on their way to the door. once they’ve left and it’s just Hoseok and I in the room together, my anger fades and fear kicks in. I’ve never been alone with him before. 

He get up and sits back on the couch and pats the seat next to him. I scoff. 

“That’s funny. You humiliate em and then you want to play the nice guy?”

“I was just being courteous. Wow. You really are feisty.” He smirks.

“Shut up, Hoseok.”

Hoseok dramatically puts up his hands in defeat. “I don’t know why you’re so mad at me. I have nothing to do with your new.. look.”

“Yeah right!” I say, taking off my sweater to wipe the stuff off of me. 

“I swear.” Hoseok crosses his heart, never taking his eyes off of me. 

“Then who did this then? Who would possibly have it out for me other than you?”

“And why do you think i have it out for you? Because you rejected me because if that’s it don’t flatter yourself, Y/N, it wasn’t that much of a blow.” He says with a tight smile that I just want to smack off of his face.

“Oh really? That’s great because I was afraid you that my rejecting you helped you realize that you’re a complete ass and destroyed your self-esteem.”

Hoseok leaps up off the couch and towers over me. “You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you.” He says coldly, his eyes piercing down on me, the amusement completely vanished.

I stand my ground though and say, “Not until I get an apology.”

We stare each other down for a what feel like forever, the both of us refusing to back down or break our gaze. Eventually Hoseok is the first to look away from my eyes but his travel down and look me up a couple of times, causing the heat to wish to my cheeks. He’s closer now, his nose is barely brushing my own and he whispers, “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do?” 

I try not melt, looking into his brown eyes but eventually I can’t take the tension and I let him kiss me. 

This kiss is far from sweet, its angry and rough and leaves me breathless. When he pulls away, he stay just close enough that when he talks, I feel his upper lip move against mine. “I swear it wasn’t me, but I’ll find out who did it and I’ll make them pay.”

And then he kisses me again and this time its so sweet, I can’t remember why I rejected him in the first place.

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HELLO! Thanks for reading :):) Anyone else stressed with school cuz same. It gets better though, I have faith in all of us WHOOP. 

~Armygirl

Big Bad Dean Winchester (Part 4)

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Summary: Dean helps the reader with her recovery before they have a chat…

Big Bad Dean Winchester Masterlist

Pairing: Endverse!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,900ish

Warnings: language, violence, implied smut

A/N: Dean, Dean, Dean…


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Bad boy's charm

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Rowena

Relationships: Dean Winchester×Reader

Word count: 3608

Warnings: Demon!Dean, Jealousy, Possessive Dean Winchester, Smut, Kissing, Spanking, Language, Dirty talk

Summary: This was supposed to be for Lexie’s SPN Birthday Challenge. The prompt was My Bloody Valentine + Demon!Dean × Reader. Things get heated between Dean and the Reader after a late night “argument”

Notes: This piece was supposed to be for Lexie’s SPN Birthday Challenge, but I was really busy with life and couldn’t post it in time. Hope she forgives me and still accepts the fic *fingers crossed*

Tags: @roxy-davenport

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Anon asked: Heyyy omg I freaking love your blog your acc amazing at writing!! Can I pls get a taeyong make up smut scenario thankooooo xx            

Anon asked: Hey! I really like your works and id like to request a super duper fluffy smut with my king, lee taeyong!!! Thanks!!!             

Anon asked: Heyyy do you take requests? Can i request a smut (or a smutty scenario) with Taeyong in which he comes back from his work so he is tired and you take him to the bedroom and he falls asleep but you go shower and when you get out he’s horny? Thank you for even reading this^^  (Your blog is amazinggggg~~ I’m hooked^^ keep up the hard work!)             

HOPEFULLY this is smutty enough for all of you. I hope you enjoy. Listen to every day by ariana grande or rollin’ by brave girls those songs got me through this. ^^

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anonymous asked:

You spend a lazy day with Hoshi (your boyfriend) and you just hang around and play video games and then it gradually gets smutty. <33333

lmao I didn’t want to mention a specific type of a game because we all have different tastes, so you can decide for yourself what game it is that you’re playing! ♥


The day was one of your favorites: neither you nor Soonyoung had anything to attend to, and you had planned to keep it that way, too. That way you could spend the whole day together and just relax while doing things you probably wouldn’t be able to on a more busy day, such as…

“I won you again!”

…play a whole bunch of video games.

“Give me a break,” Soonyoung mumbled with a huff, but broke into a laughter right after. “One more time!”

You rolled your eyes playfully - you had, by then, already played closer to ten rounds of the game you were playing, all of which you had won - and got another round ready for the two of you to get through.

Since it was a lazy day like that, your had dressed accordingly, too. Soonyoung was dressed in a black tank top and gray sweatpants, while you wore a pair of comfortable shorts and a loose t-shirt that occasionally fell down your shoulder a little, which never bothered you.

Before you had started playing, you had spent a whole lot of time in the bed, just cuddling and watching an occasional funny clip on one of your phones, after which you had eaten and watched the newest episode of the drama you were both watching. After that, though, Soonyoung had suggested you’d play some video games, and that was exactly what you had been doing for the past hour or two.

Now that you were playing yet another round, Soonyoung was determined to win, no matter what.

He was sitting on the large bed you shared with his back against the wall, and you were sitting between his legs, leaning against him, so it wasn’t too difficult for him to try to bother your gameplay by placing his controller on top of yours so that it was difficult for you to play, or do any other desperate actions.

“Come on, let me play,” you laughed and shoved Soonyoung’s hands away, and he laughed as he placed his controller a bit further on your lap, where it normally was.  

You were winning again, but with a small smirk spreading to his lips, Soonyoung decided that if it was up to him, it wouldn’t happen.

And so you felt shivers run down your spine when you felt his lips on your shoulder, bare due to the oversized shirt having fallen down again. Swallowing, you tried to appear unbothered. “Think that’ll distract me?”

Soonyoung chuckled, and a small smirk remained on his lips when he felt you stiffen a little when he sucked on your skin, all the while focusing on playing. “I’m trying.”

You would’ve been lying if you had said it didn’t distract you at all that your boyfriend was sucking on the skin of your shoulder and slowly making his way to your neck, where the skin would be even more sensitive. A gentle sigh left your lips when Soonyoung nibbled lightly on your neck, but you didn’t let it distract you from the game. Your voice was weaker than usual as you spoke. “You’re playing dirty.”

He hummed, his eyes locked on the TV and his fingers moving expertly on his controller no matter how much he was also distracting you: you found it particularly difficult to ignore when he blew lightly into your ears, which always made you shiver.

All in all it wasn’t that surprising that you were starting to get turned on little by little by what Soonyoung probably considered innocent teasing that would distract you from the game and let him win. However, no matter how much it was getting, you kept your mind on the prize, and even though he was breathing heavily right by your ear, you managed to win him again.

You turned around with a wide grin when “Winner: Y/N” appeared on the TV screen. “I won.”

Soonyoung huffed with a pout and put his controller down to rub his eyes. A small yawn left his lips; somehow he was a bit tired despite barely having done anything the whole day. “I’ll win you one day.”

“That day might still be far away,” you laughed and put your own controller away as well, and started to turn around before getting up enough to get yourself on Soonyoung’s lap. His hair was soft between your fingers as you stroked it. “How about we play something completely different?”

“I’m not sure if I’m following,” Soonyoung snickered, but you recognized the tiny hue of pink that appeared on his cheeks, and concluded that he was definitely following.

Either way, you leaned towards his ear to whisper. “You need to finish what you started, Kwon Soonyoung.”

At that, he chuckled and placed his hands on your hips, his eyes aimed at yours when you pulled back again. “You should know by now that I don’t tend to leave things unfinished.”

“I know, but you were playing clueless.” Your voice was quiet, and the further you got in your sentence the lower your eyes dropped, until you were eyeing his lips, incredibly tempted to kiss them.

Before you were able to act on it, however, Soonyoung had already leaned up to kiss you, and your lips curved into a smile when you kissed him back with just as much passion, your fingers still in his hair. You could feel his hands slowly moving up your sides, underneath the loose shirt you were wearing, and shivered as his cool fingers met your warm skin.

“You’re so warm,” Soonyoung hummed appreciatively as his hands traveled higher and higher, until his thumbs were slowly moving up the band of your bralette. A moan left your lips, muffled by his, when he had uncovered your breasts and cupped them, with your already erect nipples rubbing against his palms. He grinned. “Looks like I’ve found the warmest part.”

“You talk too much,” you said with an amused edge to your tone when you had pulled away from the kiss, already interrupted a few times by Soonyoung’s talking, and without much further ado took your shirt and bralette off. He looked at you intently, and once your top was bare, he grinned.

“I wasn’t expecting video games to turn into this,” he admitted and swallowed hard as his eyes focused on your breasts. “Not that I would be complaining.”

A grin similar to his earlier one spread to your lips, too, and you slowly slid your hand down to his crotch. Palming him through his sweatpants, you leaned to his ear again. “Oh, you better not complain.”

He chuckled, but it became a quiet, content moan when you continued palming him and eventually slid your hand into his pants to stroke him. Soonyoung’s hands were restless: they were initially on the bed on either side of him, but as you touched him, they moved first to your hips, then to your breasts, and ended up in your hair when he pulled you in for a needy kiss.

The kisses were, as one might guess, hungry. Soonyoung’s kisses had gotten you riled up earlier already, and with your hand stroking him steadily, knowing just the right ways to drive him crazy and your thumb sliding over the head of his length, he was turned on, too, and desperately needed more: more of your touch, and more of you in general. You couldn’t be close enough to him.

When Soonyoung was fully hard in your hand, he tugged at your hair lightly to break your kiss. You gave him a small smile, your mind clouded by your arousal that was only further fueled when he spoke up, his eyes practically burning with lust. “I need you.”

“I need you too,” you breathed, painfully aware of how wet you were at that point, and got off Soonyoung’s lap. Soon your shorts and panties were on the bed next to you, and while Soonyoung got rid of his shirt and pants, you turned off the TV, deciding that the music coming from the video game was, to say the least, lowering the mood.

Once he had gotten a condom from the drawer of his nightstand, Soonyoung gave you a small grin and wiggled his eyebrows in a way only he could make seem hot in such a situation. “C’mon, baby.”

Licking your lips, you didn’t waste your time in getting back on Soonyoung’s lap, although you didn’t quite sit down and instead stood on your knees with your arms around his neck. You sighed contently into the kiss you shared while one of his hands slid between your legs.

He chuckled, amused yet aroused when his fingers dipped between your outer lips. “I can’t believe you got this wet from jerking me off.”

“There was a lot going on,” you mumbled with a pout, moaning quietly when Soonyoung drew a few circles around your clit before easily sliding a digit into your wetness. “You know I like it when you touch my–”

“Breasts?” Soonyoung suggested knowingly, and soon his free hand was cupping your breast, which effectively had you moaning again, giving him his answer. He remained silent, and before you had even gotten to complain about him talking too much, he focused on fingering you, now with two digits, while sharing hungry kisses with you and massaging one of your breasts.

It wasn’t until you began desperately bucking against his fingers that he pulled them out and smiled at you when you pulled back a little.

“I don’t feel like moving yet,” he said almost innocently, which made you roll your eyes playfully while you reached for the condom.

You unwrapped it and put it on him while chuckling. “You’re lucky, because this is exactly what I was planning.

“Was it really?” Soonyoung teased and placed his hands on your hips when you took a hold of his length and moved it up and down your wet slit a few times before aligning it to your entrance when you had lowered yourself a little.

“Maybe,” you grinned and leaned down to kiss his neck: it muffled your moan conveniently when you began sinking down on his cock, loving how it stretched you, and only in a good way. Soonyoung’s hands tightened a little on your hips, and his mouth opened into a moan of his own as your tight heat encased him.

“Have I told you how amazing you feel?” he asked, sounding just as amazed as he did every time, with a smile audible in his voice.

“Only every single time,” you said with a giggle, and straightened your back. A smile remained on your lips even as you rolled your hips, biting down on your lower lip a little. “But knowing that makes me happy.”

Soonyoung’s lips curved into a smile, too, and you felt his hands slowly move to your ass. “Great.”

With a nod, you moved your hips back, only to move back forward, sighing at how good it felt. Soonyoung’s breath hitched the merest bit as you continued grinding on him like that, while his hands kneaded your ass every now and then. It only made moving more pleasurable for you, which soon made your sighs turn into quiet whimpers.

As good as it felt on both ends, he wanted more, and so, with his lips pressed to your neck, he whispered. “Bounce for me, baby.”

You were too desperate for just that to even chuckle at that point, and instead did exactly what he had said, as he put both of your desires into words. Rising and falling on his lap steadily, you found it more and more difficult to remain quiet; it felt simply too good.

Soonyoung took in each and every sound that left you, and took particular pleasure in feeling you get wetter and clench around him. Adding all that to how it felt to have you move on him, he was more or less in heaven, much like you. On occasion you managed to come down with an angle that gave your clit the friction it desired, and every time that happened your back arched a little.

Soonyoung’s cheeks were getting flushed and his hips had a hard time staying still, as all he wanted to do was buck up into you. However, the current situation, especially the position, were too good for him to give them up just yet, so he merely tugged at your hair lightly and pulled you into a kiss.

With your lips connected in sloppy, hungry kisses, Soonyoung began pushing you down every time you fell down on his lap. You moaned at that, feeling how your ass hit his thighs and how much better it felt to, in a way, ride him a bit harder.

For a while you continued like that, and it was only automatic how you began riding him faster, too, your kisses interrupted more and more frequently by your moans as he continued pushing you down hard, letting out a few grunts, too. Eventually you’d gotten enough, though, and broke away from Soonyoung.

Your eyes were hooded as you looked at his puffy lips, your chest heaving faster than usual from the strain of riding him. “Could you fuck me?”

The neediness sugarcoated with sweetness in your voice almost made Soonyoung growl as he put one hand under your left thigh and the other behind your back before maneuvering so that he could lay you down. “Is that even a question?”

You were about to sigh contently when your back met the mattress, but felt something poking uncomfortably on your shoulder. Soonyoung noticed what it was, and with a snicker, moved the controller he had been playing with further away. “Sorry about that.”

Rolling your eyes good-humoredly, you shook your head and wrapped your arms around Soonyoung’s neck while your legs wrapped themselves around his waist. “Whatever, just– please.”

He gave you a serious nod, and after giving you a long, sensual kiss, began ramming into you. Your fingers threaded into his hair that you gripped tighter than you had intended to as moans began slipping through your lips from the power at which Soonyoung was thrusting into you, hitting each and every sensitive spot inside of you.

All in all he was, like he had promised, finishing what he had started, and you could already tell you would end feeling incredibly sated afterwards, like you always did. It had already been quite a while since you had first discovered what a blessing it was, especially when it came to sex, to be dating a dancer; Soonyoung knew full well what he was doing with his hips, and oh boy did it show.

His hips met yours in one delicious, deep thrust after another, and the wet sounds caused by it only made it all so much lewder. You could feel your orgasm nearing, and with your lips still somewhat locked with Soonyoung’s, got one hand off his hair and slid it down to your pussy, where your fingers were met with wetness, Soonyoung pushing into you and your sensitive, swollen clit.

“S-so good,” you nearly choked out, your breath hitching momentarily when you pressed two fingers against your clit, and as you began massaging it, your back arched and your legs tightened around Soonyoung. He moaned when he felt you clamping down on his cock, which brought his orgasm a whole lot closer, too.

“Y/N,” he mumbled against your lips and broke the kiss to hide his face in your shoulder, his hips desperately ramming into you as he chased both of your orgasms.

Soonyoung was the first to come, his hips stuttering to a stop for the moment he released into the condom, and it was with that deep thrust of his accompanied by the fast circles you were rubbing into your clit that you came with a mewl.

You both shivered from the intensity of your orgasms, and for a moment it felt like there was absolutely no sound in the world, and even Soonyoung slowly pulling out of you and lying down next to you felt surreal.

He took the condom off carefully and tied the end, after which he threw it to the bin by the bed. You caught your breath, almost amused by the pulsating you could still feel between your legs, and slowly turned to look at Soonyoung.

“I think we both needed that,” you said a bit weakly before moving closer to him for some cuddles.

Soonyoung’s lips curved as he nodded, and for a while you just lay there, with you drawing figures on his bare chest and him playing with your hair. He chuckled, and you hummed in question. “I didn’t win you in the video game, but it looks like I’ve still got it.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, amused, and looked at him with an incredulous smile, your eyebrows in a small frown from the confusion.

“I got you turned on,” he said the slightest bit smugly and laughed loudly when you hit his chest playfully. “It’s a great success, Y/N!”

Shaking your head, you rested your head on Soonyoung’s chest with a serene smile playing on your lips. “You say it like it’s difficult for you.”

“It’s not, really, but it doesn’t mean I couldn’t be proud about it,” he laughed and hugged you close.

You cuddled for some time, until you started feeling too sticky and uncomfortable, after which you had a warm shower and put some pajamas on.

Once you were back in the bedroom, having stayed after Soonyoung to dry your hair a little, you were met with Soonyoung, looking at you expectantly with a controller in his hands. “Are you ready to lose?”

“Are you?” you asked with a grin and joined him on the bed, grabbing your own controller on your way.

Unsurprisingly, Soonyoung lost again, and you kissed his small pout away each time, no matter how well you knew he wasn’t actually disappointed. For him it wasn’t about winning as much as it was having fun with you, after all.


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Author’s Note: At the time that I am writing this, Part 1 aka Daddy’s In Trouble is at 236 notes and I am so happy this has been so well received. I have had two requests come in so I am working on those but I am open to other requests, so feel free to leave some request in my ask box. Anyways this last part was requested by an anon as well as @let-the-music-take-c0ntrol , so here it is love bugs and I hope you guys truly enjoy it.

You can find part 1 aka Daddy’s in Trouble here

Request: please do a part 2 to daddy’s in trouble. love your writing 💕💕

Warnings: Smut (Including Daddy Kinks and Spankings).

 2 weeks had gone by since you decided to punish Luke for not making time for you, and it was one of the best yet worst decision you have ever made. Luke finally decided to allow his assistants to do their job and assist him with some of the longer financial tasks that were taking up his time from before. He came home earlier and sent your favorite flowers and lunch to the house on the daily in hopes of you finally coming around forgiving him, but all his attempts failed. You were determined to win this one out, but you would only allow him to suffer for a little bit longer; just until you were sure that you had truly gotten your point across. When you were a little girl just as you had Barbie and Ken live the good life, you always made sure the Ken knew that Barbie had authority and was to be taken seriously. This was no different but you were sure that you and Luke would go back to normal, just as Barbie and Ken always did.authority and was to be taken seriously. This was no different but you were sure that you and Luke would go back to normal, just as Barbie and Ken always did.


Today was a very stressful day for Luke, to say the least, the company was facing a new threat from up and coming company; this left Luke and his second command. Calum Hood to rush to call all of their sponsors and business partners to ensure them that Hemmings Enterprises was the only business they wanted to be working with. You knew was gonna come home stressed, and normally this would be the perfect time to allow Luke to take full control over you but you two were still at odds due to his ignoring of you. You were confident that Luke would pull through as he always did and you could continue your little sexual mind game feeling little to no shame.


You could hear when Luke finally returned home and from the sounds of his aggravated grunts as he struggled to take off his tie and his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs you could tell the day didn’t go as planned. Luke busted into the room which made you immediately sit up, giving him a worried glance as he stood in front of the the mirror unbuttoning in his shirt. “Baby” you shifted in bed crawling to the end of your king sized bed and reaching for his hands. You rubbed your thumb over his semi cold hands in a soothing manner, feeling the tension in his body made you begin to feel guilty for being so stubborn the last few weeks. He needed your support now and you swore that what ever he needs you were gonna give it to him. You were about to open you mouth to ask about what happened during the meeting, but you were interrupted by Luke’s lips crashing into yours. You immediately kissed back cupping the sides of his face into your hands before he roughly pushed you onto the bed. He left no time for you to attempt to talk,as he hovered over you connecting your lips once again. He began to kiss down your neck, mumbling incoherent nothings as he swiftly tears your shirt off of you, he was rushing something he normally did when he was upset. He pulled down your sweatpants to discover you were bare underneath them, and his once light blue eyes were now a dark blue pupils were fully dilated. “Oh you’re just asking for it now”, He groaned softly as his hands moved to spread your legs apart; finally getting to look at the beautiful pussy he had been restricted from touching the last few weeks. “For someone who didn’t want me touch them”, he smirked as he placed butterfly kisses up your thigh, slowly making his way to the pace you needed him the most, “you sure are wet”. He took his two fingers and spread your lips apart, pausing for a moment to take a look at the mess he created. This was a position Luke loved being in, seeing you desperate for him right before he gave you what you wanted, your chest quickly rising and falling and your legs slightly trembling in anticipation. “ Daddy always gets what he wants no matter what”, he hums before attaching his lips to your clit and using his free hands to hold down your thighs. He stuck out his tongue and shook his head back and forth, side to side leaving you a moaning mess. “Fuck baby pleasee” You moaned out gripping your soft bed sheets. “What did you just call me”, Luke immediately stopped his actions, his eyes shot up and met yours. “I’m sorry Daddy”, you whimpered your hip bucking towards Luke’s face hoping that he would go back to pleasuring you. “Tsk tsk tsk”, Luke shook his head as he rose to his feet , he unbuttoned his shirt flinging it across the room “Baby girl don’t you know that sorry is not enough. You have been quite the little naughty girl. Not letting Daddy please you. Walking around half naked and not letting daddy touch”. He unbuckled his pants and quickly stepped out of them, his bulge clearly showing through his Calvin Klein boxers, “And you know what happens to naughty girls who disobey their Daddy’s?”. “They get punished” . Luke smirked and let out a small laugh as he pulled you over his lap, his strong hand slowly caressing your body. He traced his fingers slowly down your ass making their way back down to your pussy, his two fingers pushing past your fold before slamming into you. You both let a moan as your walls began to tighten around his fingers, “So fucking tight” Luke moaned before he began to quicken the pace of his finger. You grabbed onto Luke’s free hand, taking his index and middle finger into your mouth sucking on them harshly to contain your moans. You were getting closer and closer to your edge Luke could tell as you began to suck more harshly on his fingers, you were so caught up in reaching your peaks you were taken aback when he snatched his fingers out of your mouth. “Baby wh-” You whimpered before you were interrupted by Luke free hand placing a harsh slap on your ass.”Count”, Luke commanded before placing another slap onto your ass. 14. 14 slaps for the 14 days he had to go without having you. With each slap that you counted, Luke gently rubbed your ass soothing the sting of the slap. Once you reached 14 slaps Luke peppered kiss across the red spots on your ass, “ Hands and knees on the bed baby”. You made your way to the center of the bed, Luke quickly followed suit after he stripping himself out of his boxer placing two soft taps on your ass as he positioned himself behind you . Luke slowly kissed down your spine before he ran his tip down your folds, his free hand holding your hips in place, “Did you miss Daddy’s cock fucking your tight little pussy”. You moaned in response too aroused to come up with the words to satisfy Luke, but you moans were enough confirmation for him and he wasted no time to slam into you. Luke grip on your hips tighten as pulled all the way out and slamming back into you, moans you were left breathless and Luke quickened his pace. Your moans grew louder and louder as Luke drew you closer and closer to your orgasm, Luke let out harsh grunt as your walls tightened around him. Luke swiftly flipped you over, laying you down flat on you back before he continued thrust into you ; he began to thrust harder but continued his same quick pace. Luke could get rough in bed but this was different. You looked up at Luke, his eyes were closed in concentration but you could sense they were also hiding his frustrations from today’s meetings. “Baby tell me whats wrong” you whimpered biting your lip as Luke continued to pound into you. He lowered his head and placed a sloppy kiss to your neck, “Ashton wants to pull out of deal. My own fucking friend left me when I needed him the most”. You let out a huff, Ashton had been one of Luke’s childhood best friends ; in fact when Luke was first starting out they owned a business together with their two other best mates Michael and Calum. When the time came the four of them branched off to start their own business but continued to support each other, which is why Ashton possibly pulling out of the deal was a difficult and hurtful thing for Luke to process,”Look at me”, you cooed making Luke’s thrust slow down, however he struggled to bring his eyes to met yours. Luke hated feeling weak and vulnerable, and you and Regan were there only people who could bring that side out of him ; you had seen Luke at his best and at his worst but no matter what you stood by his side. You grabbed the sides of his face lowering his head, his eyes finally meeting yours, “ Listen, You are Luke motherfuck Hemmings, you are the smartest man I have ever met. There is nothing wrong with your deal and that new trade company has nothing on Hemmings Enterprises,  soon they will be crawling to you for loans and assistance. Ashton is just trying to protect his business, something I know you would do in heart best if it was you”. Luke bit his lip and nodded, he knew you were right about Ashton and about everything; Hemmings Enterprises had seen bigger problems than trade company threatening to take their business partners, but through it all the company prevailed.” Baby I’m sorry for..” “Shhh, hey hey it’s okay you’re here now that’s what matters , yeah”, you smiled up at him stroking his cheek softly with the pads of your thumb. He flashed his famous smile back at you before planting  a soft kiss onto your lips. “ I’m gonna make it up to you, m'promise”, he whispered into your ear as he returned to thrusting at a quick pace, “wanna make you feel good. You’re so good to me”. It took no time before you were nearing your climax again, your hands found their way into Luke’s blonde locks and you gripped them tightly as he pounded into. “ Fuck fuck fuck, Baby I’m gonna-” “I know baby “ Luke groaned into your neck as he was nearing his edge as well, he was focused getting you over the edge. His current concentration was on hitting your G Spot which he found rather quickly, and rubbing you clit, you were left a complete moaning mess under him. “Such a good girl, are you ready to come for Daddy”, Luke thrust grew sloppier and sloppier, “Yes yes yes fuck please let me cum”, You practically chanted as your grip on his hair grew tighter. “ Cum for Daddy, baby girl”, and that was all both of you need to come undone with each other; the sound of your moans and his groans filled the room. Luke rolled off of you, laying down next to you as you bath lay catching your breath, you sat in a peaceful silence before you cuddled into him peppering kisses onto his chest.” You were amazing”, you smiled leaning upward to plant a kiss on his lips. “I’m surprised you could resist me for that long”, Luke chuckled, you hit his chest light and furrowed your brows.”That’s what vibrators are for”, Luke huffed out a half hearted laugh in response, he was confident that no vibrator could possibly turn you on like he did. “Thank you, I really need your support today”, his ocean blue eyes met yours as he moved a strand of your hair behind your ear, his large hands stroking your soft cheek. “Anything for you Mr.Hemmings”, you smiled softly as you rested your head Luke’s bare chest, your eyes grew heavy as you listened to Luke’s heart beat. Luke could sense you drifting off, and softly stroked your hair until you fell asleep in his arms.”Goodnight Princess”, he whispered as he placed a gentle kiss to your head, a smile left on his face as he shut his own eyes to fall asleep. He was at peace knowing that his company would be as perfect as his life at home with you, and that was enough.pleasee” You moaned out gripping your soft bed sheets. “What did you just call me”, Luke immediately stopped his actions, his eyes shot up and met yours. “I’m sorry Daddy”, you whimpered your hip bucking towards Luke’s face hoping that he would go back to pleasuring you. “Tsk tsk tsk”, Luke shook his head as he rose to his feet , he unbuttoned his shirt flinging it across the room “Baby girl don’t you know that sorry is not enough. You have been quite the little naughty girl. Not letting Daddy please you. Walking around half naked and not letting daddy touch”. He unbuckled his pants and quickly stepped out of them, his bulge clearly showing through his Calvin Klein boxers, “And you know what happens to naughty girls who disobey their Daddy’s?”. “They get punished” . Luke smirked and let out a small laugh as he pulled you over his lap, his strong hand slowly caressing your body. He traced his fingers slowly down your ass making their way back down to your pussy, his two fingers pushing past your fold before slamming into you. You both let a moan as your walls began to tighten around his fingers, “So fucking tight” Luke moaned before he began to quicken the pace of his finger. You grabbed onto Luke’s free hand, taking his index and middle finger into your mouth sucking on them harshly to contain your moans. You were getting closer and closer to your edge Luke could tell as you began to suck more harshly on his fingers, you were so caught up in reaching your peaks you were taken aback when he snatched his fingers out of your mouth. “Baby wh-” You whimpered before you were interrupted by Luke free hand placing a harsh slap on your ass.”Count”, Luke commanded before placing another slap onto your ass. 14. 14 slaps for the 14 days he had to go without having you. With each slap that you counted, Luke gently rubbed your ass soothing the sting of the slap. Once you reached 14 slaps Luke peppered kiss across the red spots on your ass, “ Hands and knees on the bed baby”. You made your way to the center of the bed, Luke quickly followed suit after he stripping himself out of his boxer placing two soft taps on your ass as he positioned himself behind you . Luke slowly kissed down your spine before he ran his tip down your folds, his free hand holding your hips in place, “Did you miss Daddy’s cock fucking your tight little pussy”. You moaned in response too aroused to come up with the words to satisfy Luke, but you moans were enough confirmation for him and he wasted no time to slam into you. Luke grip on your hips tighten as pulled all the way out and slamming back into you, moans you were left breathless and Luke quickened his pace. Your moans grew louder and louder as Luke drew you closer and closer to your orgasm, Luke let out harsh grunt as your walls tightened around him. Luke swiftly flipped you over, laying you down flat on you back before he continued thrust into you ; he began to thrust harder but continued his same quick pace. Luke could get rough in bed but this was different. You looked up at Luke, his eyes were closed in concentration but you could sense they were also hiding his frustrations from today’s meetings. “Baby tell me whats wrong” you whimpered biting your lip as Luke continued to pound into you. He lowered his head and placed a sloppy kiss to your neck, “Ashton wants to pull out of deal. My own fucking friend left me when I needed him the most”. You let out a huff, Ashton had been one of Luke’s childhood best friends ; in fact when Luke was first starting out they owned a business together with their two other best mates Michael and Calum. When the time came the four of them branched off to start their own business but continued to support each other, which is why Ashton possibly pulling out of the deal was a difficult and hurtful thing for Luke to process,”Look at me”, you cooed making Luke’s thrust slow down, however he struggled to bring his eyes to met yours. Luke hated feeling weak and vulnerable, and you and Regan were there only people who could bring that side out of him ; you had seen Luke at his best and at his worst but no matter what you stood by his side. You grabbed the sides of his face lowering his head, his eyes finally meeting yours, “ Listen, You are Luke motherfuck Hemmings, you are the smartest man I have ever met. There is nothing wrong with your deal and that new trade company has nothing on Hemmings Enterprises,  soon they will be crawling to you for loans and assistance. Ashton is just trying to protect his business, something I know you would do in heart best if it was you”. Luke bit his lip and nodded, he knew you were right about Ashton and about everything; Hemmings Enterprises had seen bigger problems than trade company threatening to take their business partners, but through it all the company prevailed.” Baby I’m sorry for..” “Shhh, hey hey it’s okay you’re here now that’s what matters , yeah”, you smiled up at him stroking his cheek softly with the pads of your thumb. He flashed his famous smile back at you before planting  a soft kiss onto your lips. “ I’m gonna make it up to you, m'promise”, he whispered into your ear as he returned to thrusting at a quick pace, “wanna make you feel good. You’re so good to me”. It took no time before you were nearing your climax again, your hands found their way into Luke’s blonde locks and you gripped them tightly as he pounded into. “ Fuck fuck fuck, Baby I’m gonna-” “I know baby “ Luke groaned into your neck as he was nearing his edge as well, he was focused getting you over the edge. His current concentration was on hitting your G Spot which he found rather quickly, and rubbing you clit, you were left a complete moaning mess under him. “Such a good girl, are you ready to come for Daddy”, Luke thrust grew sloppier and sloppier, “Yes yes yes fuck please let me cum”, You practically chanted as your grip on his hair grew tighter. “ Cum for Daddy, baby girl”, and that was all both of you need to come undone with each other; the sound of your moans and his groans filled the room. Luke rolled off of you, laying down next to you as you bath lay catching your breath, you sat in a peaceful silence before you cuddled into him peppering kisses onto his chest.” You were amazing”, you smiled leaning upward to plant a kiss on his lips. “I’m surprised you could resist me for that long”, Luke chuckled, you hit his chest light and furrowed your brows.”That’s what vibrators are for”, Luke huffed out a half hearted laugh in response, he was confident that no vibrator could possibly turn you on like he did. “Thank you, I really need your support today”, his ocean blue eyes met yours as he moved a strand of your hair behind your ear, his large hands stroking your soft cheek. “Anything for you Mr.Hemmings”, you smiled softly as you rested your head Luke’s bare chest, your eyes grew heavy as you listened to Luke’s heart beat. Luke could sense you drifting off, and softly stroked your hair until you fell asleep in his arms.”Goodnight Princess”, he whispered as he placed a gentle kiss to your head, a smile left on his face as he shut his own eyes to fall asleep. He was at peace knowing that his company would be as perfect as his life at home with you, and that was enough.