hot 'n heavy

The Song

Note: I don’t know about you guys, but I need some water. I got too into this. OH and idk why but Partition reminds me of Bucky. so I used that, I hope that’s okay! thanks for the request, I really hope you enjoyed this! feedback is ALWAYS welcome! .c

Request: Here’s something I think you’d write really well… Bucky is your boyfriend and you’re a singer and you write all of these seriously sexy songs, he sees your show one night and hears all these hot n heavy songs about him and when he gets you home, he does all sorts. - @fridamoss


Singing was one of the things you enjoyed the most. Sure, killing bad guys and fighting alongside your boyfriend and fellow badass teammates couldn’t compare. But this was something you did to get your mind off of it. The process of writing a love song, a song about sadness, or a song about your sexy boyfriend, took you to a place you revisited as often as possible.

You sang at a little open mic place. It had a small stage and a bar, tables littered in between. Pool tables and dart boards near the back. It was usually full when people knew you’d be performing on a certain night during the week. You loved when so many people came to listen to you, even if you were sorta famous for being an Avenger.

Tonight, you were singing a new song you had written. It was about your boyfriend and he was finally able to have a night off. He had been stuck with nightly missions along with Steve and Wanda for a while. Everyone has come to see you, all but them three. Though it was only Bucky coming tonight. Steve had a much needed date with Sharon planned and Wanda was going to be helping Vision with something.

You were extra nervous about tonight. Bucky didn’t know about the songs you sang about him, nor did he know you wrote about him at all. He knew you sang, but this was definitely going to surprise him.

You stared at yourself in the mirror backstage, sighing out. You were wearing a sexy black dress with black heels to match. You tapped your heel nervously against the floor, the sound echoing through the silent dressing room.

The crowd was cheering as Jimmy, the artist before you, had just finished his song. You took a deep breath and walked out of your dressing room, walking down the dimly lit hallway that led to the stage. A girl that worked backstage smiled at you as you walked by. “Good luck!” She said before giving you a gentle pat on your shoulder. You smiled and thanked her softly.

Jimmy walked down the steps and smiled at you. “Good luck out there, Y/N.” He said, holding his guitar by the neck as he gave you a high five. “Thanks Jimmy Jam!” You said, causing him to chuckle at his nickname you gave him a while ago. You slowly walked up the stairs, letting the crowd settle down. Patrick, the owner of the place, was introducing you and you stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for your cue.

Patrick smiled at you, sending you a wink. “And now, who you’ve all been waiting for, may I present to you: Y/N Y/L/N!” The crowd cheered and you walked onto the stage, smiling and waving at the crowd. Patrick gave you the microphone and placed a kiss to both of your cheeks. “Good luck, Y/N.” Patrick said before hopping off the stage. You sighed out and put the mic on the stand.

The crowd finished cheering and you spotted Bucky near the front, a smirk on his face. You winked at him then looked out at everyone. There was a lot more people here than any other night and you swallowed your nerves. “How’s everyone doing tonight?” You asked, the crowd cheering loudly in response. You giggled. “Great. Well, this song is a new one. I wrote it for a certain someone and I hope you like it.” You said, blushing a little as Bucky sat towards the edge of his seat.

The music started playing and the crowd started to cheer, dancing along to the beat. “Driver roll up the partition, please.” Your voice rang through, every lyric sang with sexiness and a sensual feel. Bucky bit his lip as he watched you sing, his eyes drinking in your figure. He listened closely to every word, his eyes glued to yours as you sang words of sultry and utter naughtiness.

You let your hands move up and down your body as you kept singing, staring straight at Bucky. “Hand prints and good grips on my ass.” Bucky’s mouth was agape, his eyes wide, and his thoughts going wild. You knew the effect this song would have on him and you hoped it was working. By the looks of his face right now, you knew you had reeled him in.

You sang and kept your eyes on Bucky. You wrote the last bit in French, knowing Bucky had been brushing up on his language skills. He wanted to learn as many languages as he could, and you knew he was excellent at French. Adding that to the mix was an added bonus. “Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe? Le sexe, je veux dire l'activité physique.” You said, your voice drawing Bucky in even more.

The song came to an end and the crowd cheered as loud as they could, making you smile and blush. “Thank you!” You said before walking off stage. You breathed out and laughed to yourself, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. “Oh my gosh.” You whispered, not believing you just sang that in front of everyone including the man it was about.

You quickly gathered your things and left backstage, walking over to the table Bucky was sitting at. “Hey, baby.” You said, leaning down to press a kiss to Bucky’s cheek, his stubble rubbing against your lips. Bucky turned to you, his eyes following your figure to where you sat across from him. Bucky’s bottom lip was pulled in between his teeth. He was looking at you with that look. That look that meant he wanted you underneath him, begging for him.

Bucky licked his lips and smiled, his white teeth shining as he tucked his hair behind his ear. “That was…” Bucky trailed off, his eyes falling from your eyes, to your lips, then to your cleavage. “Was?” You questioned, leaning in slightly. You raised your heel under the table, rubbing it up against the inside of Bucky’s leg. A small gasp fell from Bucky’s mouth and his eyes shot up to stare into yours. “Doll, we need to get home.” Bucky said, standing to his feet.

You smirked then quickly put on a small frown. “Aww, but I only just finished. Can’t we stay for a bit?” You playfully pouted, slumping your shoulders a tad. “Please?” You added, cupping your hands together. Bucky rubbed his bottom lip, clicking his tongue. 

He stepped over to you and bent down, his metal hand resting on the table as his flesh hand rested on your partly exposed thigh. “Daddy suggests you get your pretty little ass in the car, or he’ll fuck you on this table for everyone to see. Do I make myself clear, Y/N?” Bucky asked, his voice low and taunting.

You gasped and stood to your feet, your pussy becoming wet from his words. Your face was red with blush as Bucky grabbed your hand and kissed your temple. You nervously waved at a few faces in the crowd that said goodbye to you, letting Bucky pull you along to the entrance doors.

The chilly night air made you inhale sharply through your teeth and Bucky hurriedly pulled you along the sidewalk. “Bucky, slow down!” You said, your heels clicking loudly as you all but ran beside Bucky. Bucky slowed per your request and you let out a sigh. “Once we get home, you better be ready.” Bucky said lowly, his arm wrapping around your waist tightly.

You smirked and finally reached the car. Bucky opened your door for you and before you could get in, Bucky came up behind you. You felt his crotch press into you and his hands gently lifted up your dress a tad, his flesh hand rubbing the skin of your inner thigh. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fuck you right here.” Bucky said, moving your hair to one shoulder, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck.

A gasp fell from your lips and you closed your eyes. “I-I-” You only managed to let a pitiful stutter fall from your lips as Bucky bit down on your skin, slightly sucking. You moaned out, not caring if you were loud. Bucky smirked and pulled away from your neck with a wet noise. “No reason?” Bucky asked, thrusting his crotch into you.

Bucky was already sporting an erection and your mouth watered at the thought of his glistening red tip and swollen cock. “You wouldn’t want another man to see me get fucked, would you?” You questioned, knowing how jealous and protective Bucky could get.

You smirked to yourself after hearing Bucky sigh heavily and deeply. “Every man in there had his eyes on you. You’re my girl. My Doll. Get in.” Bucky said as he pulled away from you. You bit your lip and got in the car, Bucky shutting your door and crossing over to the drivers side.

Bucky’s hands were all over you as soon as you stepped into the tower, making your way to the elevator. You giggled softly and gasped when you saw Sam and Clint standing near the common room.  Bucky removed his hands from your ass, hoping they didn’t see. “Y/N! How was the show?” Sam asked, a wide smile on his face.

You heard Bucky sigh and you decided to prolong his arousal, making him wait for you. You walked over to the two men, pulling Bucky along. “It was so much fun! Wasn’t it, Bucky?” You beamed, looking up at your overly turned on boyfriend. Bucky nodded, keeping your body in front of his prominent bulge. “It was amazing, baby.” Bucky breathed out shakily, his lips in a tight smile.

Clint raised an eyebrow. “She sang the song.” Sam gasped, looking over at Clint with an amused smile. Clint’s eyes widened and the two men both started to laugh, leaning into each other for support. You blushed and grabbed Bucky’s jacket, pulling him away. “Bye boys.” You sang softly, watching Bucky stare back at them in confusion.

As you stepped into the elevator, Bucky looked down at you. “How’d they know?” Bucky asked, curiosity laced in his husky voice. You shrugged your shoulders a tad. “They found my journal.” You said, being totally honest. Bucky sighed deeply and his hands rested on your hips.

Bucky bent down just enough to where his lips were ghosting over yours. “This dress,” Bucky whispered, tugging on it gently, “needs to go.” Bucky finished, his hands moving down to grip your ass, giving it a harsh spank. You gasped and let out a high pitched moan. Bucky chuckled darkly, his eyes on yours.

The elevator came to a stop and Bucky moved his hands from your ass, pulling you by your hand to his bedroom. Your heels were the only sound in the hallway. Bucky pushed his door open and shut it, shoving your back into it. You grunted softly, looking up at Bucky with an innocent expression.

Bucky bit his lip, his eyes raking up and down your body before they stopped at your mid-section. His hand lifted under your dress, his eyes on your face. You felt his middle finger rub against your clit through your panties, adding a little pressure. Your breathing came out heavy as you looked down, the sight of his arm sticking out from your dress making you whimper.

A soft moan fell from Bucky’s lips as he started rubbing the length of his finger along your slit. “Daddy wants to see how wet you are, Doll. Can he?” Bucky asked, using his other hand to lift your chin up to look at him. You nodded, making a small “mhm” sound. Bucky smirked and used his hands to pull down your panties, his body crouching down as he went.

Bucky’s eyes stayed locked on yours and he was on his knees now, your panties around your ankles. Bucky’s hands made their way up the back of your legs and a shiver coursed through your body. Bucky smirked and lifted your dress, his eyes falling onto your pussy. Bucky let out a breath, licking his lips as a smile tugged at the corners.

You whimpered and shuffled on your heels. “Buckyyy.” You moaned, your impatience growing stronger. Bucky leaned in and used his fingers to spread your lips open. You let your head fall against the door as you felt Bucky’s breath fanning across your pussy. “Y/N, you’re glistening. Are you that turned on?” Bucky asked as if it weren’t the most obvious thing in the world.

You nodded. “I-I am.” You said, looking back down at Bucky. He started to lean in, his tongue sticking out of his mouth. You gasped and breathed heavily, excited to feel his mouth on your pussy. Bucky licked a long stripe from your opening to your clit and you moaned out, your hand flying to his thick hair as the tip of his tongue flicked against your clit.

A groan fell from Bucky’s lips and he attached his lips around your clit, creating small sucking motions as he continued watching your face. Your hips jerked into Bucky and he groaned again, using his tongue to lightly flick across your clit back and forth. “Bucky, yes.” You moaned, tugging on his hair. “More.” You pleaded, watching Bucky’s blue eyes focusing on you.

He smiled against your pussy and he sloppily made out with it, gently wiggling his head back and forth. His hair tickled your thighs and you moaned again, your legs slightly buckling under you. Bucky’s hands held your dress up at your waist, gripping onto you so you wouldn’t fall. “Fuck, you’re so good at this.” You moaned, feeling Bucky’s fingers dig into your waist and you could hear the wet sounds from in between your thighs.

Bucky suddenly pulled away, making you whine. Bucky smirked up at you and his chin was covered in your juices. Bucky slipped your dress over you, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes fell to your breasts, his metal hand reaching up to grasp one. You moaned softly as he pinched your hardened nipple. “You’re so gorgeous.” Bucky said, pulling you over to his bed.

Bucky gently pushed you backwards. You giggled as you bounced slightly on the mattress, biting your lip. Bucky unbuckled his belt, dropping it to the floor. Your eyes were focused on him as he slipped his pants off. You could see his cock in his tight boxers, the sight causing your mouth to water.

You sat up a little to take off your heels, but Bucky grabbed your wrist. “Please, keep them on.” Bucky said, making you smirk. “Yes, Daddy.” You said, leaning back on your elbows. Bucky gripped your ankles, gently yanking you closer to the edge of the bed. “You drive me crazy, Doll. Daddy wants you so bad right now. I need that little pussy of yours.“ Bucky groaned, hovering over you. “I want you to behave, understand?” Bucky asked, staring into your eyes.

Gulping, you nodded. “Yes.” You whispered, feeling small underneath Bucky. “Yes, what?” Bucky asked, spreading your legs open more. You inhaled shakily as his hands left your skin. “Yes, Daddy.” You said, watching Bucky bite his lip. “Good girl.” He praised, standing to his feet. 

“I want you to beg for me, Doll.” Bucky said, slipping off his boxers. You saw his thick cock spring free, a small gasp escaping your lips. You wanted to lean up and shove him into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat, but you knew better. 

Bucky started to slowly stroke his cock, gathering the pre-cum and spreading it along. “You enjoyed teasing me back there, didn’t you?” Bucky asked, the memory of you eye fucking him and seducing him with your hands moving all over your body fresh in your mind. You nodded slightly, letting your eyes slowly drink in his body, until you met his eyes. “I did. I loved it.” You said, moving your right heel to travel up the side of Bucky’s leg.

He smirked and softly slapped it away. You frowned and looked at Bucky innocently. “I want your cock.” You said, spreading your legs more. Bucky’s eyes fell to your pussy and you smirked, reaching your hand down to rub your clit. Bucky growled, quickly moving your hand away. “Behave.” He ordered, making you whine. “Daddy, please. I’m so ready for you.” You said, creasing your eyebrows and biting the tip of your finger.

Bucky watched you closely and you smiled at him. “Please, fuck me. Make me scream.” You begged desperately, watching Bucky’s hand speed up a tad. Bucky swallowed thickly, his eyes raking up and down your body. “Fuck, your pussy is so pretty.” Bucky breathed out, squeezing his cock a little. “Seems like Daddy is losing his patience on his own.” You said, a slight giggle in your voice. Bucky growled and stopped stroking himself.

Bucky gripped your ankles, making you gasp. “You want me to make you scream?” Bucky asked, raising your legs to rest on his broad shoulders. You nodded, licking your lips. “Please, make me scream so loud. I want you to pound into me, make me cum all over you. I need you.” You begged, watching Bucky’s eyes close, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth. “Fuuuck.” He said quietly.

Bucky’s eyes shot open and he gripped his cock, gently rubbing it up and down your slit. You moaned and let your head fall back against the mattress. Bucky slid his tip inside of you, making you gasp. “You’re such a dirty girl.” Bucky said, sliding in further. 

You felt his hands rest by your sides and you looked into his eyes. He smirked and slammed his hips into you. You moaned out louder, his cock filling you up. “Fuck, you’re so big!” You whimpered, making Bucky chuckle. 

He started to thrust in and out of you, his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly. “You’re so tight, Y/N.” Bucky rasped, moving your legs down to wrap around his waist. You gripped onto his hair, your fingers tangling into it tightly. “Fuck me harder, Daddy.” You pleaded, feeling your pussy clench around Bucky’s thick cock. He growled and picked you up by your waist, moving you up towards the headboard.

Your head rested on the pillows and Bucky shoved his cock deeper into you. You moaned, arching your back. Bucky took that chance to suck on one of your nipples, grazing his teeth over it gently. Your hands flew to his hair again, tugging on it harshly. He groaned, his thrusts getting harder, the bed slamming into the wall. “Yes, Daddy!” You screamed. Bucky pulled away and looked at your face, moaning when your mouth fell slack at a particularly hard thrust.

Bucky reached down to rub your clit and you relaxed your back to look down at his cock disappearing in and out of your pussy. “I love your fucking pussy. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Writing and singing about me,” Bucky groaned, his cock twitching, “teasing me. Dammit, you’re so beautiful.” Bucky growled loudly, surely the others could hear you two, though you didn’t care.

Your heels dug into Bucky’s back and you gasped for air, feeling yourself getting closer. You tugged on Bucky’s hair and pulled him down to kiss you. You heard him moan as he bit your lip, his hand squeezing your ass, spanking you. “You’re such a fucking good girl for Daddy.” Bucky said against your mouth. You moaned, fighting your tongues together, his dominating yours.

Bucky pulled away, leaning his head against your forehead. Bucky’s thighs slapped against yours and you felt his cock twitch again, making you cry out. “I’m gonna fucking cum!” You yelled, squeezing your legs around Bucky’s waist tightly. Bucky’s thrusts didn’t falter and his hand sped up on your clit. “Daddy wants your cum, Doll. Fuck yeah, I love it when you clench around m-me, FUCK!” Bucky growled, thrusting so hard you were breasts were bouncing up and down.

Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you started to cum. You screamed, drawing it out like blood murder. “YES, BUCKY!” You cried out, hearing Bucky moaning as loud as he could. You whimpered loudly, feeling Bucky’s cum filling you up in hot spurts, slowly dripping out of you.

Bucky slammed into you a few more times, riding out both of your orgasms. Bucky collapsed on top of you, both of your breathing heavy and coming out in short huffs. “Holy shit.” Bucky rasped, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. You held Bucky close, your pussy throbbing even more than before. “God, I need to sing to you more often.” You said, breathless. Bucky chuckled lazily, moving off of you.

Bucky sighed, completely worn out. “Fuck.” He said, a wide smile on his face. You turned your head to look at him and you smiled, reaching for his hand. “That was so,” “Amazing.” Bucky finished, making you giggle. 

You slowly sat up, a groan falling from your lips. Bucky helped you up, slipping off your heels. “Was I too rough?” Bucky asked worriedly, standing to his feet. You blushed, loving how he was concerned. “No, I’m just a little sore is all.” You said softly.

You watched Bucky leave and come back with a damp wash rag, cleaning you both up. Bucky gave you one of his t-shirts to wear and he slipped on a pair of clean boxers. He handed you a pair of clean panties you had in his drawer, helping you slip them on. 

You exchanged shy glances and a knock on the door stopped you from saying something. Bucky walked over and opened it and you saw Sam standing there, his eyes meeting yours.

“Can you sing to me?”


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do u ever want affection,,, but u only want it from one person. like anyone else in the world can give u affection but it doesn’t mean anything bc all you want is to be w that one person. it don’t even gotta be affection they could call u a fucking cheese curd n ur heart gets all hot n heavy n means the world 2 u

Got7: How They Kiss


I know people say Mark’s all quiet and shy, but honestly, still waters run deep, so I think he can get passionate when kissing his s/o. He’s all in for sweet morning kisses, when you’re making breakfast and he sneaks up on you, hugging you and pressing a feathery smooch onto the back of your neck or shoulder. Mark really isn’t all that shy when he’s kissing, and his favourite place is definitely the neck. He’s a big kisser too, so movie night means you’re getting smothered. It’s a way to let you know how much he loves you, without having to say it over and over again.


Hmmm…I think Jaebum’s a shy one. An adorably shy one. He seems like a really badass kind of guy, but he’s a cheesy sweetheart, honestly. He doesn’t kiss your neck unless he’s feeling particularly…frisky, but cheek and forehead kisses are a bit of a must with him. I think he’s not nearly as daring as Mark is, so maybe you’d have to persuade him with some aegyo to get a little kiss once in a while. Jaebum probably prefers subtle gestures like holding hands, and I think that channels into his kissing as well.


This lil’ puppy probably kisses exactly like you think he would. A bit sloppy at times, but overall really, really passionate kisses. Jackson likes to show how manly he is during make-out sessions, so be prepared for…whatever happens. Also, when he comes back from a tour, expect those cheesy airport kisses where he twirls you around, because this boy is not afraid to show off! He’s generally a cheek/lips kind of guy, but he likes to give you forehead kisses during movies too. That is, if he’s not screaming at the TV.


Jinyoung’s probably one of the more awkward kissers, well, not awkward in general, but I feel like he’s the kind of person who wouldn’t be able to be serious during a ‘moment’, because he’s nervous about kissing you or something. He’s generally a straightforward type of guy, so if he wants a kiss, he gets a kiss, no matter where you are. He’s a pretty big fan of cheek kisses, but if you’re getting particularly hot ‘n heavy, he’ll go for the collarbone. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


Can we all agree that Youngjae is a cute kisser? I mean, it’s already a widely known fact that Youngjae is a happy virus. In my opinion, he’d be that guy who’d giggle and then peck you on the lips, or smile while kissing you. He loves the forehead and the cheeks, and passionate make-out sessions are pretty rare. You’re both just happy with cute, innocent, smiley kisses. Also, did I mention that this boy will pepper your face with kisses if you’re feeling down?


Bambam’s…interesting. Needless to say, he’s probably the one with the dirtiest mind in GOT7, so I think his kisses would be a bit hungry and sexual. Bambam’s quite young though, so he’s probably not very experienced, but he learns quickly. Very, very quickly. He’s a big fan of casual make-out sessions on the couch, and he loves to randomly surprise you with a kiss, not like you’re complaining (I mean, have you seen those lips?). Him being a bit sloppy and hormonal doesn’t mean he can’t be sweet, so occasional cute pecks are definitely a thing!


I feel like Yugyeom, being the youngest and all, is pretty shy. His usual demeanour is quite childish, so I think he’s not too keen on very deep kisses. Yugyeom probably prefers the kind of innocent, cute, high school drama kiss. He might get jealous pretty quickly, because he’s so young and inexperienced and all, so he thinks you’ll leave him for someone better (really though, who would?); jealousy kisses in front of guys who are hitting on you are bound to happen. I think Yugyeom’s the kind of guy to try to kiss you because he’s bored or whiny, which honestly just makes him all the cuter.

Good evening!

So I’ve been pretty obsessed with GOT7 lately, as you can see. I do feel like this one might make you cringe, I don’t know. Maybe you’ll end up liking it, I hope you do. I had a lot of fun writing this scenario, and on a different note, congratulations to BTS and all our fellow ARMYs who helped BTS fly right up to the stars! We broke a record and I’m so proud of the boys and the entire ARMY fandom! Love you!


Title: Professor McCoy
Fandom: Marvel
Word Count: 670
Characters: Hank McCoy x Reader
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Gettin’ hot ‘n heavy with everybody’s favorite professor
Notes: Request from @i-can-see-through-it for “Hi! First of all, you’re writing is lovely. :) also, can I request one between Hank and the reader, where the reader is usually feisty and Hank can be quite timid, but they have some banter and there’s a role reversal and a lot of sexual tension haha, thank you!” // Thank you very much! Hope you like it. ☺ // Hank McCoy has a professor kink and no one can tell me otherwise.

Originally posted by jamesmacvoy

         Waltzing into Hank’s lab uninvited wasn’t unusual for you. You two were good friends, so he never minded; he was always happy to have the company. You thought it might be because he had feelings for you, judging from the way he would blush profusely any time you flirted with him, but you couldn’t be sure.
        Upon entering the lab, you heard a loud groan of frustration from Hank, followed by the clatter of something hitting a table. He had a habit of throwing down whatever he was working on when exasperated, so you assumed that this time was no exception. You found him sitting in front of a table with a… sewing machine?
         “Are you working on Halloween costumes already, Hank? Ooh, are you making mine? There’s not much fabric there, though. Although, I do have a sneaking suspicion that you would just love to see me in one of those super skimpy costumes….”
         Hank’s ears and cheeks turned slightly pink, but he shook his head.
         “I’m trying to make some sort of durable gloves for the X-Men, but none of the fabric I use is working right,” he replied, his tone a bit bitter.
         “So, the genius Dr. Hank McCoy can build a complicated, powerful jet, and a brilliant method of amplifying a mutant’s telepathic abilities, and using that to locate mutants all over the world, and a thousand other incredibly ingenious things… but he can’t manage to make a pair of gloves,” you stated, laughing. Hank shot a glare at you before walking to another table in the lab and fiddling with some more fabric.
         “Have you tried using the silk of a Darwin’s bark spider?”
         Hank stopped what he was doing and turned to you, one eyebrow raised.
         “Its silk is the strongest naturally occurring fiber in the world. It’s stronger than steel; ten times stronger than Kevlar.”
         “That’s… that’s actually really smart,” Hank said, then began scribbling down some notes.
         “I’m a bit insulted that you look so surprised that I said something smart,” you replied, laughing a bit.
         “You do it so rarely,” Hank retorted, and you could tell he was grinning despite his back being to you.
         Hank chuckled then walked over to you, and sure enough, he was smiling.
         “Thank you, Y/N. Really. That’ll help me significantly.”
         “Anytime, Professor.”
         Hank’s smile faltered a bit, and you could tell he was trying to act natural. A smirk found its way to your lips.
         “Do you like it when I call you that, Professor?” you asked in a seductive tone, resting your hands on his shoulders. The shiver that ran down his spine didn’t go unnoticed.
         You could tell that he was fighting between telling you to stop, and pulling you closer. Slowly, you began to run your hand down his chest, underneath the lapels of his lab coat. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, resting his forehead against yours. You could feel his shaky breath fanning over your face.
         “Yes, Professor?” you asked sweetly.
         A low growl escaped Hank’s lips when your hand ghosted over the waistband of his slacks, and his hand tangled itself into your hair as he pulled you into a passionate kiss. You flung your arms around his neck, and he was quick to pick you up, his hands gripping underneath your thighs, and set you on one of the nearby lab tables. The metal was cool beneath you, but the man you had your legs wrapped around was warming you right back up.
         “Hey, Hank, did you ever – woah!”
         You both turned quickly to find Alex standing in the doorway, shielding his eyes with his hand. His cheeks were tinted pink, and he called out “Sorry!” before hastily exiting the lab. The two of you laughed breathlessly, then Hank turned to you. The blue of his eyes was almost nonexistent, his pupils blown wide with lust. Hank wore a small smirk when he spoke.
         “This isn’t over, beautiful.”
         “Glad to hear it, Professor.”

@mayathepsychicc  @trashimagines

Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (Part 11)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 1758

Warnings: Mild profanity, some hot n’ heavy scenes, so shield your eyes kiddies

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The rest of the night is near-perfect. You share stories as you eat, cracking each other up with the more embarrassing moments of your lives. The conversation flows so naturally and easily, unlike so many of the other dates you’ve been on with guys. Typically he would drone on about sports in a condescending manner, like you couldn’t possibly understand because you were a girl, or force faux-polite conversation about the weather and other insignificant matters that left you yawning out of boredom. Auston is different, however. That much you knew from the moment you met him, but this night reaffirms that fact. There is something there that has been lacking in any of your previous relationships.

When the sun finally sets, and the night creeps in, you both clean up and pack everything away in the car. The ride back to camp is quiet, but not awkward by any means. A down-tempo song plays softly on the radio, and you lean your head against the open window, feeling your hair flow slowly in the cool wind. You feel Auston’s eyes on you, and you turn your head to glance at him. He smiles, reaching over and covering your hand with his warm one.

You feel so comfortable in his presence it almost scares you.

All too soon, you arrive back at camp. It’s almost midnight, meaning you’ve been gone for nearly four and a half hours, but you feel like the time has passed in the blink of an eye. Auston is beginning to have that effect on you - no length of time spent with him is ever enough.

He turns off the car and the hum of the engine falls silent. You unlock your seatbelts, but instead sit there, not saying anything for a few moments, your hands still holding each other’s. You can hear the faint sound of crickets chirruping outside.

“So-” you both say at the same time and you giggle. “Go ahead,” Auston says.

“I just wanted to say that was so amazing and incredibly thoughtful. It’s the best date I’ve ever been on - I mean, I considered it a date, but if you didn’t, then-”

“Y/N, if you want it to be a date, then it’s a date.”

“I do, but only if you want it to be one too.”

He sighs and shakes his head. At first you think he means no, and your stomach sinks, but when he tilts his chin up, you see the massive grin on his face. “What do you think the answer to that question is?”

“Yes? No? I don’t kn-”

“Y/N, look at me,” he says seriously. “I like you. More than a friend, if I haven’t made that obvious enough. So, I would definitely consider this a date.”

“Oh,” you stammer, feeling the blood rush to your face. “Oh, okay, I see.”

He peers closer at you, amused. “Did you seriously think I didn’t like you in that way?”

“No - well, I didn’t know if I had pushed you away too far the other night and you didn’t like me anymore.”

“Y/N, it would take a lot more than that to make me feel less strongly about you. It’s like yesterday, when I said I can’t control the way I feel about you. Something about you drives me wild.” He reaches up and tenderly brushes away a stray hair from your forehead.

He’s now only inches away, both of you having crept forward involuntarily. Your cheeks flame as you realize what is about to happen. However, just before your lips touch, he pulls away suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” Your heart is hammering in your chest.

“Are you okay?” he asks, looking pointedly at your mouth.

You reach up to touch your lips self-consciously. Did you have food leftover on your mouth somehow? “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Your lip. You cut it open yesterday, remember?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” you say, before running your tongue across your lower lip. You feel the slight bump where the skin had split.

“Of course you did.” He laughs gently.

“Well that ruins that plan,” you huff.

“What plan?”

“I think it’s pretty obvious.”

“I want to hear you say it.” He smirks and you shove his chest lightly.

“Fine, my plan was to kiss you.”

“Mhmm,” he hums and leans back in close to you. His hand comes up and cups your cheek. “What if…” he says, planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth. Your lips twitch. “…I had…” He kisses your cheekbone before moving down, leaving three soft kisses along your jawline. “…a new plan,” he breathes against your skin, before kissing your neck very gently.

Your hands come up and tangle in his hair, and you pull it to keep yourself from moaning as he slowly assaults your neck with his mouth. He drags his tongue across a strip of skin before sucking it very gently. You shudder.

“Auston,” you say, barely able to catch your breath. “You have to…” you inhale sharply as he hits a particularly tender spot.

“I have to what?” he teases.

“You have to…let me kiss you.”

“Nuh-uh,” he tuts. “That’s not part of the plan.”

“Unfair.” You pout, but he doesn’t budge, kissing down all the way to your collarbone. As he pushes the thin straps of your top and bra off your shoulders, a shiver of excitement travels down your spine. His right hand comes around to undo the clasp, but you tweak his hair.

“Hey!” he exclaims, his hand coming up to pat at his brown hair. “That wasn’t nice.”

“Neither is you refusing to let me kiss you.”

He opens his mouth to respond, but you push him back away from you as you climb over the console to straddle his lap. You press your hips down and you hear him inhale quickly.

Smirking, you lean down and press your lips to his. He kisses you back, but softly, like he’s afraid he will hurt you. You lower your hands, scooping them under the hem of his shirt, and running your fingers along the muscles on his chest and stomach. He presses his lips against yours more firmly as you continue to tease him, your fingers trailing along his waistline. When you dip one finger inside the waistband of his boxers, brushing softly against his sensitive skin, he moans into your mouth and presses his chest up against yours. But he forgets how heavy he is, and you lose your balance, tipping backwards. Your back hits the steering wheel and the loudness of horn startles you both.

“Oh, shit - sorry!” Auston apologizes, grabbing your hips and pulling you back up to a seated position.

He looks so distressed you can’t help but laugh. His brown eyes are so full of concern it’s comical. You try to stop laughing, but you feel yourself falling into one of your hysterical fits. Auston takes one look at you and starts laughing as well.

You manage to gather your composure a few minutes later. “Sorry,” you say, out of breath. “You just looked so concerned, and the horn and…”

“It’s okay - that was actually really funny.”

“Yeah. Mitch still manages to cockblock you, even when he’s not here.”

“Fucking Mitch.” He laughs and shakes his head slightly. “Alright, it’s past midnight now,” he says, glancing down at his watch. “And as much as I would love to stay in this car with you all night; one, I don’t think Mitch would appreciate us using his car for purposes other than driving, and two, there’s morning skate tomorrow.”

“This is true.” You sigh and untangle yourself from him. You open the door and hop out, the night air refreshing against your hot skin. “The air is so nice.”

Auston climbs outside. When the breeze hits him, he makes a noise of agreement. “I guess it got pretty steamy in there.”

You blush and look at the car, which indeed has foggy windows. Auston follows your gaze. “We should probably wipe that down if I ever want to use Mitch’s car again.”

Several minutes later, the car no longer appears suspicious, all evidence that you and Auston were using it cleaned up and gone. You walk hand in hand back to your cabin.

He goes to say goodbye, bending down to kiss your cheek, but you turn your head and catch his lips instead. You tug at his hair and he groans, his hands coming up to squeeze your waist. His thumbs dig into your skin, and you feel your stomach tug with need. Things get heated pretty quickly, and before you know it, he’s backed you up against the side of the cabin, kissing down your neck. He’s rougher than he was in the car, nipping at your skin with his teeth, his hands roaming all over you. Every part of you he touches sends electricity humming throughout your body. When he drives his hips into yours, you can feel how hard he is.

“Holy fuck, Auston,” you whimper.

His hands shift down to squeeze your butt and he whispers in your ear, “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“I know,” you breathe, “but we can’t.”

He sighs and lets go of you. “You’re right. I don’t know how I got so carried away. You make me lose all semblance of control.”

You smile and press a kiss sweetly to the corner of his mouth. “That makes two of us. But I don’t want to rush anything, you know what I mean?”

He nods, understanding. “For sure. If you’re ever uncomfortable or feel like I’m moving too fast, please let me know. I don’t want to push you into doing anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“Same goes for you. I do want you in that way, trust me, but I think we should try to go a little bit slower as we figure everything out.”

“I agree.” He kisses your cheek gently. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yup. I have an appointment with Nancy, so I’ll be at the morning skate to watch for a bit.”

“Okay,” he says, taking a step back hesitantly. You can tell he doesn’t want to leave. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Auston,” you say, and he turns and walks away, down the path and into the darkness of the night.

You stand there long after he’s gone, touching your lips with your fingers, hardly believing everything that has just happened.

[Part 12]