i could watch the last one all day

I had an insane dream last night and all I can remember is Meta Knight saying “My sword goes well with your face” before absolutely obliterating 02.

anonymous asked:

can we get an avery romance spoiler? I feel like there isn't enough interest in her.

“I’m not a behavioral therapist; I didn’t study the ins and outs of human nature…but I think anyone could see the lasting effects these Trials have on the psyche.” Avery says. You watch as she deftly dabs the damp cotton ball against your skin; it stings, like she warned, but it’s not unbearable.

“One time…” she continues. “A few days after Hygeia has blessed me, I received my first patient. It was a demigod who has just returned from an Odyssey; he had four broken ribs, an eye nearly going blind, and little injuries all over him. Funny enough, it wasn’t the worst condition he’d ever been in.”

“Who was it?” you ask. 

Avery looks up at you, shaking her head. “I rather not say; what occurred was in private, and I doubt he’d want me telling people what he said.”

“And what exactly did he say?” Avery places the blood soaked cotton balls on a silver platter. She busies herself with putting on a new pair of clean gloves, the sound of latex against skin filling the quiet.

“I told him that he such be healed in a few days; we had the best healers working on him. And then…” Avery takes in a shallow breath, turning to you. “He says, ‘My wounds may heal, but I never will.’ I didn’t know what to say. He just held my hand and asked me if I understood.”

Avery’s hand finds yours; you can’t feel her skin, only the latex of the glove. Her thumb traces circles over your palm, her eyes downcast. “I wonder what it’s like to have such a deep understanding of another being…How wonderful that would be.”

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get to know me: favorite female character → the ‘avatar: the last airbender’ girls
“I’m a warrior, but I’m a girl too.”

The Hottest Day of the Year//Finn Wolfhard x Reader

It was the hottest it had been all summer, and you and Finn were outside in your pool. Millie and Gaten were on their way, and Caleb and Noah were five minutes down the road. Since your parents were out of town they had agreed to let you have everyone over for a couple of days, just to catch up and have fun. Since Finn had been filming IT and you had been involved in various photo shoots and interviews for your upcoming movie, there hadn’t really been a chance to meet up with each other.

Your phone started ringing so you climbed out of the pool and went to answer it. It was Caleb.

“Hey.” You said when picking up the phone
“Hey, we’re literally just coming round the corner right now.”
“Okay, I’ll come and open the gates.”
“Alright. See you soon.”

Despite being soaked you ran through your house, out of your front door, and down your driveway to open the gates. After typing in the pin, the metal gates automatically opened. Finn came out behind you, soaking wet too. About a second after, Caleb’s Range Rover pulled in with his dad behind the wheel. Noah and he both got out of the back with their bags. Noah looked even taller the last time you saw him if that was even physically possible.

“Hey guys,” Noah said with a smile,“I can’t believe how hot it is.”
“Of course it’s hot,” Smirked Caleb, “I’m here.”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure that’s the reason.” Finn rolled his eyes earning him a smack on the shoulder from Caleb and a laugh from Noah. You, however, was distracted as Gaten and Millie had arrived. As soon as Millie’s feet hit the ground she launched herself at you, dropping her bag on the floor without a care in the world.
“Y/N!” She squealed
“Millieeeeee!” You giggled and hugged her back having missed her for so long. Gaten was congratulating Finn on his work on IT.

After greeting each other you headed inside. After everyone had put their bags down and changed into swimwear, you went out into the hot afternoon sun. The cool water was as inviting as ever, not that you had long to admire it. Gaten had come up behind you and pushed you in. As you hit the water you felt instant relief since it was so cold, but that was short lived because as soon as you were up you reached over the edge and pulled Gaten in. Soon, everyone was in the pool, splashing each other, jumping on each other’s backs and getting pushed off. It was great to be with everyone again.

Later on that afternoon…
It had been a couple of hours since everyone had arrived. Since then you and Noah had made fresh lemonade. All of the boys were sat on the sun loungers in the shade while you and Millie had your feet in the water, your sunglasses on and cold drinks in your hands. You weren’t giving in to the heat so quickly.

“So,” Millie said in a quiet voice, “Are you going to tell Finn?”
Your heart leaped in your chest.
“Te-tell him what?” You try your hardest to sound indifferent, but that wasn’t happening
“Oh come on Y/N!” She whisper-shouted, “I’ve seen the way you look at him! You haven’t been doing a wonderful job of hiding it!”
“I haven’t?”
“Most definitely not, no.”
“Oh.”
“Anyway, I think you should tell him. Especially since you live so close to him. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with only seeing each other every so often.”
She had a point. You did and always had lived close to Finn, which was quite fitting the more you thought about it.
“I’ll see how I go Millie. I might tell him.”
“I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”


It was dark outside by this point so the decision was made to go inside. You had ordered pizza and were now eating it upstairs in the movie room. After an argument about what to watch, Finn had stood up, snatched the remote out of Gaten’s hand and had put a film on just to shut everyone up. You were more than happy with his choice as it happened to be one of your favorites.
Millie had been extremely sly and made sure that you and Finn were the only two left without a seat on the sofa. Without any discussion you had both sat down on one of the cuddle chairs together, pulling the blanket off of Caleb before doing so as he’d stolen the seat you wanted. You certainly didn’t have a problem with this, and it didn’t seem as though Finn did either.

About halfway through the movie, you decided to go down and get a drink. After announcing this, everyone decided that they wanted one too, so you were left with tea duty. After filling the kettle and switching it on you heard footsteps running down the stairs. It was Finn.

“I came down to see if you needed any help.”
“Thanks,” You smiled, “Apparently I’m the maid tonight.”
Finn laughed and went over to the fridge to get the milk out while you poured in the water. You were very, very conscious of his presence.
“You know Y/N,” he said, “I saw the trailer for your new movie yesterday. I literally cannot wait to see it.”
“I can’t wait to see IT! I’ve already preordered tickets.” You looked up at Finn and saw him blush, causing you to smirk.

As carefully as you could you took the tea upstairs. As there were six of you, you and Finn had to make two trips, and by the time you had sat back down together, you had missed the best part of the film.
Once it was finished you all decided to watch another one, but you didn’t last long. The day had made its mark on you, and without hesitation, you fell asleep next to Finn.

You woke up to the feeling of someone’s arm around you. Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw Finn’s sleeping face right opposite yours. His arm was holding carelessly onto your waist and his other was resting on your leg that was slung over his. To put it lightly, you were tangled. And it made your heart skip a beat. Or two.
You didn’t want to move in case you woke him. In all honesty, you didn’t really know what to do. Finn decided for you. He opened his eyes and smiled. You thought you were going to go into cardiac arrest.

“Morning.” He whispered
“Morning.”

That was it. You were done waiting. Not caring about the others in the room, you kissed him lightly on the lips. When you parted you rested your forehead against his, smiling the entire time. It was so utterly perfect. Well, it would have been if it wasn’t for Noah and Millie shrieking and taking a picture of the two of you.

“I SHIP THIS SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA!”
Noah literally shouted this so loudly that it woke Gaten and Caleb up.

You loved every single person in that room with all of your heart, especially Finn.

@dauntless-initiate-hola this is for you! I’m also writing some more! This just turned into a Finn x reader. I’m going to write a Wyatt one because I’m Wyatt Oleff trash idk about you… I might also do another Gaten Matarazzo one ❤ Let me know if you’d like anything else in particular x
All I’ve got II pt. 3

Jungkook x reader

genre: fucking fluff, angst, hints of smutty actions, badboy!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook

word count: 12.6k


Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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Welp. We went to see Wonder Woman. I cried during the sad parts and some of the other parts. They were the same kind of tears I had on and off through Ghostbusters. Movies with strong women who are fully realized people who are allowed to be sexual but are not sexualized and can also kick ass just make me cry randomly. Though TBH I also cry in LotR when anyone picks up their sword and runs into battle screaming the name of their home. I didn’t even realize how ravenous I was for a female version of that.

oikawacannot  asked:

top 5 oikawa gifs xD ((btw i love your blog + edits <33))

How…is….a person…supposed….to choose…RIP

1. This is the only one I’m 100% sure about, it has been my header for the longest time and I still adore it

2. This is so painful what am I even doing (yes, this is THE LAST toss of Oikawa’s high school career, and it was aimed at Iwaizumi. Of course)

3. I could watch him serve all day every day until the end of time 

4. SCRUNCY POUTY FACE 

5. So beautiful I’m crying this is probably one of my favorite shots of him in the entire series

- bonus: since you didn’t specify which Oikawa you were talking about, let’s have my favorite gif of stage play Oikawa too for good measure

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Midnight Talks Pt. Two || Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

(not my gif)

Word Count: 938 Words

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

A/N: I tried my best (that’s a lie, i didn’t even grammar check it), I hope you all enjoy

Part One

“So Y/N, how was your, um, your night last night?” Peter asked as he started eating his lunch. All day, all you could think about was last night. Spider-Man randomly showed up in your room. In what world does that actually happen to someone? You looked down at your lunch, trying to figure out what to tell him, Ned and Michelle who suddenly got interested in the conversation due to lack of an answer.

“It was uh, good actually, watched a funny movie. Why do you ask?” You question back at him. You didn’t tell him about the whole Spider-Man thing because you didn’t know if the man in the mask wanted you to tell people. Peter looked down at his lunch tray. “Just curious, that’s all. What about you guys,” he looked between Ned and Michelle, “how were your nights?” He asked. Peter didn’t want to seem suspicious if he only asked you. He knew what you actually did last night, you were with him. Well, his alter ego. Did you not trust him enough to tell him about it?

As Ned began to explain his action packed night of binge watching old movies, you began to play with your food, lost in thought about the city’s hero, Spider-Man. He was funny, and kind of cool. Not everyone gets to talk to him which made the entire situation even better than it already was.  

Peter looked over and saw you playing with your food. He turned to see if Ned was still talking to him but he was now talking to Michelle. “Hey,” Peter said as he turned to you, “you okay? You seem a bit out of it.” He sounded worried about you. You nodded your head yes, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Did you stay up all night watching movies?” He asked with a small smile, knowing exactly what you did. “How’d you know?” You said sarcastically, knowing that you told him earlier. “Lucky guess.” He said with a shrug, playing along with the whole thing. The two of you quietly laughed at the situation.  

What the two of you didn’t hear was Michelle and Ned talking about you. “You think  they’re ever going to date?” Ned whispered to Michelle. “Oh definitely.” She said before getting back to reading her book.

It was late at night, again. But this time, you were busy doing your homework. You only had a few more problems you needed to do. You sighed, getting anxious for the sleep you so desperately needed. You went to open your window, wanting to hear the sounds of the city. You went back to your homework area and glanced at the time on your phone to see that it was 11:50. Jesus, these high school teachers are draining the life out of you. Forgetting about your homework, you stayed on your phone for a few minutes. All of a sudden, a wind washed over you. You look up and see Spider-Man.

He came here on purpose this time, he wanted to see you. At least that’s what you understood. “How is is it that Spider-Man has been in my room, not just once, but twice now?” You asked with a humorous sound lacing your voice. You saw him shrug his shoulders as he went to sit on your bed. “I guess I just like talking to you.” He said as he jumped up onto your bed, and crossing his legs Indian style. Spider-Man patted a seat next to him, indicating you to go and sit with him.

You got on the bed and crossed your legs the way that he had done. “What do you want to talk about?” You asked as you started playing with your hands out of nervousness.  

“I don’t know….tell me about your life. Your crush your favorite things, your friends, really anything.” Spider-Man said. You cleared your throat before speaking again. “My friends are the most awesome people on the planet. They are always nice and understanding.  I would be lost without them, really.” You said looking up at him.

“Are you popular?” He asked curiously. You shook your head immediately. “No, I hang out with the same three people everyday. If anything, I am one of the most unpopular kids at my school.”

“How could you be unpopular?” He asked with a surprised tone, “You’re  the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen.” You blushed at the statement. Another plus, he is super sweet. “T-Thanks.”

“So, do you have a crush on anyone?” He questioned with a voice that made him sound like a dramatic 5th grader. This made you smile. “He, he is just something else you know what I mean? He’s different then any other guy that I have ever met. He is just such a good person with a big heart and he is crazy smart. He uh, just got an internship at Stark Industries. What teenager gets that opportunity?” You told Spider-Man all this, venting to a man you don’t even know.

“Sounds like he’s a pretty cool guy. What’s his name? Maybe I can help you with your relationship.” He said the last part mockingly. Peter knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to admit your feelings for him even if you weren’t telling the real Peter. He just wanted to hear you say those words.

You smiled widely thinking of the boy who had you wrapped around his finger. “His name is-”


“Peter! What’s up?” You said as you ran to catch up with him. He turned and smiled at you, “Hey Y/N.”

Part Three

"What was your very 1st impression when you met the other members?".Daesung replied in detail

- Daesung explained that back then GD & YB had already been trainees for 6 years and ex-BEAST & now solo artist Jang Hyun-Seung for 3 years and in one same week TOP entered the company, just 2 days later Daesung joined in and 3 days after him Seungri was recruited.

- He said that GDYB were famous among the trainees, like highest level trainees, like gods of the trainees,like they were dancing in the sky. Daesung had never danced in his entire life before entering YG so he was amazed at their dancing skills. Once, after GDYB did a choreo as When they finished a staff told Daesung “Did you see that? Work hard!” and at that moment Daesung thought that it was a scary company.

- Daesung explained that because he had never had auditions before YG he was scared of everything and everyone around him after entering  the company so he would always laugh at everything (as a defense mechanism) so the other ppl in the company didn’t have a good opinion of him. He said that thankfully with passing time the staff got to know his personality and he got to be in BIGBANG and where he is now

- Next Daesung talked about TOP. He said that TOP was a bit chubby then and he was always munching on something, especially chocolate snacks. Daesung said that TOP liked these chocolate digest cookies in particular (Daesung imitated TOP walking and munching at the same time)

- Dancing wasn’t TOP’s forte. His feet were not fast enough. Imitating TOP’s low voice whining: “I want to move my feet fast too, you know!”

- Last was Seungri. At the time Seungri was a bit famous already cause he was appearing on Shinwha’s survival TV show, but not “good” famous.

- In that tv show Seungri was living w/ other contestants who were older than him, and they would clean and do all the chores while Seungri. would just do like he was cleaning but not really.

- Daesung remembers one day watching the tv show (before Seungri joined YG) and GD said  that Seungri should be in YG so that he (GD) could teach him a couple of things (how to show respect to the hyungs) and the funniest thing was that Seungri joined the company 3 days later (Daesung said that they had no idea until the day he arrived)

about TOP Daesung said that he was famous as an underground rapper before YG. So the only one who had absolutely no experience was Daesung

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Flirting

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky starts flirting with you and it’s making you blush uncontrollably. You think he’s just messing with you not knowing about his feelings for you

Word count: 1200

A/N: This wasn’t requested, but I’ve just been feeling Bucky lately so I had to write something about him. Hope you’ll like it! :) I’ll get back to the request soon, don’t worry!

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Bucky had been a part of the team for a year now and you had become really close with him. When he first joined, he was quiet and avoided all social situations. For the first few weeks he didn’t eat dinner with the team even once. No one wanted to push him to do anything he wasn’t comfortable doing because he was still so broken by everything Hydra did to him. You did everything you could to make him feel welcome without putting any pressure on him. You loved seeing the progress he was making, how he slowly started turning into the same old Bucky again that Steve had told you about. How every week his smile grew wider and stories became funnier. Now a year later he was a completely different person. Yeah, he was still a bit insecure and shy compared to how he was in the 40’s but considering everything he was doing amazing.

“Good morning doll” Bucky walked into the kitchen with a huge grin on his face. You loved that he was becoming his flirty self again. Of course, you realized that it was just his personality and that he was flirting with every woman he met. Sometimes he even flirted with Steve just to make him uncomfortable. “Morning Bucky” you smiled at him and took a sip of your water. “You look absolutely beautiful in the mornings, you know that right?” He says out of nowhere and leans on the counter opposite of you staring deep into your eyes. You almost choked on your water because of his unexpected words. You knew he was teasing you to make you blush uncontrollably and he succeeded with his mission. You tried to tell yourself that he was just messing with you, that he wasn’t flirting with you for real, so you wouldn’t fall for him head over heels. Over the year you had developed a big crush on him and this new personality trait of his wasn’t helping you. “I do know that” you said jokingly and turned your attention back to your breakfast. Stop blushing, Stop. Blushing. You tried to calm yourself down to slower your heartbeat.

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Useless

Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn


- Y/N’s a runner and gets attacked by a griever while in the Maze. - 

Word Count : 3492


You swiped the sweat off of your forehead with the back of your hand as you stood up. Stretching your arms up towards the sky, you hummed in satisfaction as your back popped and cracked from having been crouched over for so long. You set your basket of crops downs and used the fabric of your pants to brush off the dirt on your hands before gathering your hair up into a ponytail. You winced every time your fingers got snagged in a knot. After a few minutes of combing your fingers through, you managed to secure an elastic band around it and with one last tug you picked up the heavy basket again.

It was a hot day in the Glade and the urge to just sit in the shade and lay about was strong but Alby’s words echoed in your head as if they were engraved into your brain.

Everyone had to do their job and that included you as well. You had to do your part and pull your own weight in the Glade. There wasn’t any time or patience for lazy people.

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My champion (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

Warnings : Sad Zach, make out sesh, (mentions of sex ?), also English is still not my native language.
Word count: 2283.

Originally posted by itsme-hannahbaker

A/N: I posted my first imagine a few days ago (about my love, Montgomery, you can read it here) and you guys were just so nice, I received so many kind comments. I know I said it would be my first and last imagine, but I decided to continue writing. I hope you all like this one too xx.


Looking up at the clock, Zach sighed. They had less than fifteen seconds to go, and were ten points behind the other team. There was no way on earth that they could win this time. He turned his attention back to the game, watching as Justin ran towards the basket while dribbling the ball. The crowd cheered as he scored, giving the boys hope to continue the match. The bleachers were filled with cheering teenagers and some parents who came to see their sons play. Most of them were from Liberty High, as they were playing there, but a good third were supporters of the other team. Liberty High managed to score once more before the horn went off, signalling the end of the game. But it wasn’t enough.

Zach groaned, crouching down and letting his head fall into his open hands. Someone tapped his back in a comforting manner, probably Justin, be he did not look up. Instead, he stayed there, with his head hanging low, trying to catch his breath after the intense game. The season has just started and it was the very first match they lost, so he knew it wasn’t the end of the world. But God, was it frustrating. Zach hated losing, failing. He hated when his team would lose a game, he hated when he would fail a test. It did not only make him feel like a failure, but also a disappointment. A disappointment to his friends, to his family, to his girlfriend.

Loud laughs and screams from the other team filled the emptying gymnasium as they celebrated their victory. Zach could hear a few boys snickering as they passed him, heading to the locker room, but he decided to ignore it. He wasn’t one to pick fights.

Y/N stood on the bleachers, her eyes focused on her boyfriend who was still crouching in the middle of the hall. Her heart ached at how defeated he looked at that moment. She knew that Zach would beat himself up, he always did even though she had told him times and times again that it wasn’t his fault; that their team couldn’t win every single game and that the most important thing was to give their best. All she wanted to do was to run up to him and hug him, hold him close to her and rub his back, whispering that they’ll do better next time. But she knew better than to do just that. Y/N knew that Zach needed time after a defeat, so she decided to give it to him. She waited as the gymnasium emptied itself, and then left herself. She decided to wait for her boyfriend and their friends in the parking lot, near Zach’s car.

Jessica and Justin got there first, making their way over Y/N holding hands. Y/N smiled at them and embraced them quickly. She could tell that Justin wasn’t happy with himself either. His eyebrows were in a permanent frown and his lips in a thin line. He was trying not to show how crushed he was, but Y/N had known him for over five years and knew him all too well.

“We’re going to hang out at Bryce’s with the others, you wanna join?” Jessica asked, intertwining her fingers with her boyfriend’s. Y/N thought about the offer, it wouldn’t be too bad, right? Usually they had parties at Bryce’s place after the Tigers won a game, but a get together with a few friends might actually cheer her boyfriend up. She was going to accept and say that they’ll be there in a few, until she saw Zach exiting the high school building.

“Uh, I think we will pass this time. But you have fun, guys.” She patted Justin’s shoulder and hugged Jess again before the couple left, heading to Jess’s car. One look at her boyfriend was enough for her to know that he wasn’t in a partying mood tonight. His eyes missed their usual spark, his grip on his sports bag was so tight his knuckles turned white. Zach took his time making his way over to his girlfriend, his steps long but slow.

“Hey there.” Y/N said softly, putting her arms around his neck and embracing him tightly once he was standing right in front of her. Zach’s head landed on her shoulder and she could feel him let out a long sigh. Her brows furrowed and she bit her bottom lip in concern, pulling away from him as he didn’t hug her back and looked straight into his chocolate brown eyes, waiting for an answer.

“What are you still doing here?” He mumbled, making eye contact for the first time since the end of the game. He didn’t mean to sound rude, though, and she knew it. He was sad and probably a bit ashamed. The boys had spent so much time practicing for this match, as they knew that the team they were playing against was really good. But it was all for nothing, or at least that’s what he thought.

 “Waiting for you.” Y/N said, taking his sports bag from him and putting it in his car’s trunk, ignoring his eye roll.

“I want to be alone, Y/N.” Zach pinched the bridge of his nose as he watched his girlfriend. She turned around to face him, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“No, you don’t.” She took a step toward him, putting her hands on his chest. “You always say you do, but you don’t.” It was true, he knew it. He’d always push her away when he felt like this, but he’d run back to her only a couple of hours later because she was the only one who could make him feel better. A small smile appeared on his face, which made Y/N let out a sigh of relief before she continued. “So, how about we go to Rosie’s, then head back to my place?” She questioned, her eyes sprinkling with hope. Y/N’s enthusiastic expression made Zach’s heart melt. He chuckled as she got on her tiptoes to press her lips to his for a quick but sweet kiss and she knew that he couldn’t resist her now.

“Fine.” Zach put his hands on her hips as she pulled away and leaned in for another kiss, making her giggle. It was crazy how much calmer he was already. Minutes ago he was planning to go home, give the punching ball that he had installed in the basement a few hits, and go to bed – ready to forget about this awful evening. But now all he wanted was to cuddle his girlfriend the whole night while eating some take out from Rosie’s.

Pushing her hair behind her ears, Y/N made her way to the passenger seat, immediately plugging her phone to the radio and blasting her favourite song of the moment. Zach shook his head in amusement, a smirk playing on his lips at the sight of his girl singing along to the music. He started the engine and drove off, soon joining her as they both sang at the top of their lungs. As the couple approached the little restaurant, Y/N was a giggling mess. She looked at her boyfriend as he tried to rap along an Eminem song. He was doing great at first, but then the pace accelerated and she couldn’t hold her laugh in anymore. Y/N unplugged the device from the radio as Zach parked the car, her Y/E/C still looking at him lovingly.

She couldn’t believe that she actually had him. After all these years of crushing on him, he was finally hers. Zach Dempsey was one of the kindest guys at Liberty High, with no doubt. He was everything she has ever wanted, and more. Smart, charming, funny, and extremely good looking. He made her feel things she had never felt before. She felt safe, loved and cherished. She felt like the luckiest girl on the entire planet with him. Y/N didn’t understand what Zach was doing with a simple girl like her, but she wasn’t going to complain, right?

“Let’s go.” Zach’s soft voice brought her back to reality. He winked at her and gave her his famous smile, making her blush before getting out of the car and opening the passenger door for her. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek in an attempt to stop herself from laughing, but cracked a big smile at him nonetheless.

Taking her fragile hand in his significantly larger one, the brown-haired boy led his girlfriend to the little restaurant. They sat in their usual booth at the back as they waited for their order.

“We really sucked, huh?” Zach whispered, his mood suddenly changing from joyful to defeated once again. This wasn’t a surprise to Y/N though, she knew that cheering him up wasn’t going to be an easy task. She sighed, placing her hands on his across the table. She gave them a quick squeeze and a sent a reassuring smile in his direction.

“You didn’t. You were all great. You, Justin, all of you!” She was hoping to get a reaction out of him, a smile, a hum, a simple nod would have sufficed – but she got none of that. Instead, Zach was just staring at their hands as Y/N started drawing circles on them with her thumbs in a soothing manner. “Babe, look at me.” She demanded and he slowly obliged.

“We fucked up, that’s all.” He mumbled stubbornly, making Y/N scoff, which caused him to quirk an eyebrow at her.

“You lost the game, yes. But it’s not a big deal. You were good, but the other team was good too. You’ll do better next time. Stop beating yourself up. You’re always going to be my champion.” Zach nodded at her words, smiling as the word champion left her mouth. She would always call him that, whether they won or not. “Now let’s go home.” She said as the waiter brought two plastic bags filled with food to their table. Zach paid for the order before Y/N could even take her wallet out of her pocket, making her groan and him chuckle. They made their way out hand in hand, quickly getting into Zach’s car and driving to Y/N’s house.

Y/N’s parents adored her boyfriend, so they did not mind him spending time at their house. Her mother was so fond of the young boy, always telling her daughter that she should hold him. It took a bit more for her father to appreciate him, but after three months of them dating he understood that Zach’s intentions were good.

Making their way upstairs, Zach and Y/N waved to her parents who were sitting in the living room, watching a movie. Y/N shook her head at her mother, who was about to say something, probably ask how the game went. Her mother shoot her a knowing smile while nodding, then turned back to the TV.

Zach climbed onto Y/N’s bed after putting the take out on her desk. He watched as his girlfriend made her way over to him, lying down next to him and cuddling into his side.

 “So… Movie?” Y/N asked, her hand moving up to his chest as his arm made its way around her waist. Zach pressed his lips to her forehead, making her hum and snuggle closer to him. He cupped her face with his hand gently, tilting it up so he could kiss her properly.

 “Thank you so much for everything, babe.” He mumbled against her lips before kissing her again, but this time more forcefully, totally ignoring her question. Y/N internally rolled her eyes, but did not complain. In fact, she pulled him closer to her by his neck, deepening the kiss as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, making him groan. Zach swiftly moved them so he was hovering over her, his arms on either side of her body. Y/N’s fingers played with the little hairs at the base of his neck, which she knew was going to drive him crazy. She couldn’t help but giggle as Zach rolled his hips into hers, again and again.

 “What are you laughing at?” He broke the kiss, looking up at him with eyes filled with lust. Y/N bit her bottom lip at his appearance. His pupils dilated, his hair messy and his lips swollen from her kisses. She wanted to do so many things to him, but she knew she couldn’t. Not with her parents awake downstairs.

  “You know we can’t do that.” She said softly, her lips brushing against his. Zach groaned, his head falling into the crook of her neck, leaving a few kisses there. Once again, she was right. Y/N’s parents might be accepting of their relationship, but he knew they should not push things too far. The girl kissed his temple, her hands running up and down his back as they laid there for a few more seconds, just enjoying each other’s company.

“We should eat, the food is getting cold.” She pushed him off of her softly and got up to take the bags from the desk, bringing them to her bed. Zach was still lying there, facing the celling. “Come on, we can eat, watch a movie and then when they’re asleep, maybe…” She did not finish the sentence, she did not need to. The boy’s eyes widened, full of hope and lust once again. He smirked at her, making her roll her eyes as he moved to sit next to her. He smiled to himself, pecking her lips one more time. He couldn’t wait to see where the night was going to take them.


The end was terrible, I’m really sorry about that. This whole thing is a flop tbh.

Tagging @xbarrjallenx, @ans-atkins, @arch1eandrews (cause you’re total Ross trash hun)

I actually have a few ideas for another Monty imagine, a Justin one and a Jeff one, but I don’t know if I should write them?? Anyways, let me know if you’d like that!

TGIF (m)

∟ When your gift arrives in the mail the morning of another house party, you know wearing it would only make sense. Especially since it is Hoseok’s favorite color. 

・pairing: hoseok x reader
genre: smut, romance, college au
∟warnings: semi-public sex, lingerie, exhibition kink, face fucking, spanking, dirty talk, etc.
word count: 6,575
a/n: this took 4 months but it’s finally done!

Escapades Masterlist

Originally posted by vexedmikxyla

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Coda to 12x11– Regarding Dean. Destiel.

Sam calls Cas as soon as they’re safely back at the bunker. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Cas growls at Sam, stalking across the kitchen to where Dean is nursing a beer. He asks Dean, “How are you feeling?” with some leftover animosity, but Dean recognizes it for what it is: concern. 

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Oh, Princess - A.I.

Originally posted by ohfuckoffhemmings

Alright, so, first off….I got WAY too excited and carried away with this. It’s eight pages in my drive. Second, Daddy!Ash, and when I say daddy, I mean “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you” daddy. Third, I hope this is what you wanted anon…

Warning: Smut x10. Slight BDSM?

Four months and sixteen days. That’s how long it had been since y/n had last seen Ashton. She wasn’t usually one to keep track like that, but considering she hadn’t gotten the chance to visit during his mini tour due to her sister’s wedding and not having any extra time to take off of work, you could say she was frustrated. All she had wanted to do when he got home was have a nice day in at his apartment, watch a few movies, have a couple of rounds of sex, and call it a night, so when Ashton had called her up that morning asking if she’d be his date to a fancy dinner with management instead of staying in, you could say she wasn’t pleased.

“Hello, love,” Ashton said, grin on his face as y/n opened the door to her small apartment. Ashton dressed in formal attire had always gotten her riled up, which just added to her frustrations even more. “Why don’t you look excited?”

“If we’re being honest here, I’m not,” she said back simply to head into the living room to retrieve her heels, the white dress she had on falling to mid-thigh hugging every curve of her body with flowing sleeves making her look like an angelic version of the devil himself.

“And why not?” he questioned lifting up the shawl she had draped over the couch ready to lay it over her shoulders.

“Because I haven’t seen or touched you in over four months, Ash, so the last thing I want to do is get dressed up to go out when I could be in my room lying beside you completely naked, preferably with your head between my legs,” she said back, crossing her arms, Ashton’s jaw dropping slightly at the words that escaped her lips. She stepped closer to him running her manicured nails down the front of his button up, back to the top where she unbuttoned the top two buttons preferring to see bits of his chest hair rather than having the shirt look like it’s choking him. “Wouldn’t you prefer that, daddy? Seeing your princess naked, ready to take your cock all night long?” Ashton knew what she was doing, trying to keep himself composed to at least make it to dinner. He didn’t really have a choice on whether or not he could go, but there were no restrictions on how long they needed to stay.

“Come on,” he barely choked out, draping the fabric over her shoulders before tugging her out of her apartment, a groan escaping her lips. She thought she had him wrapped around her finger in that moment, which only meant she would need to try harder, and what better way to get a good night of sex than to tease him in front of the boys?

The ride to the large restaurant was quiet, Ashton’s hand resting on y/n’s thigh while he drove the ten minutes into Sydney deciding to valet his car rather than attempt to look for parking. Y/n had seemed to forget what had happened at the apartment, letting Ashton’s arm snake around her waist as he led her inside to a small room in the back filled with his band mates, their dates, as well as members of the management staff and their dates. A few bottles of champagne lined the table as a few appetizers scattered around, the couple finding two seats in between Michael’s date and Calum.

“Glad you could finally join us,” Luke teased as Ashton waited for y/n to sit, pushing in her chair before taking a seat next to her, flipping Luke off in the process.

“I was running late,” Ashton said letting the blame fall on him, which was true, Y/n was ready for once when he had shown up at her door, taking a minute for him to figure out how to style his now short hair, something he wasn’t necessarily used to. The group shared a bit of small talk, y/n joking with Michael’s new flavor of the month as she shared stories from when she visited the boys in Montreal.

“Can I grab any drinks?” a waitress asked, perched happily in between Calum and Ashton as the blonde turned to his girlfriend, poking at her thigh trying to grab her attention.

“Babe, I know you won’t drink the champagne. Do you want a rosé or a pinot noir? I can get a bottle?” he questioned stroking at her thigh with his thumb in a comforting way, driving y/n crazy only adding to her own issues at the moment.

“Rosé’s fine. I don’t care which one,” she said letting her own hand land on his, stopping the movements as he turned back to the waitress requesting the bottle, as well as two wine glasses instead of the champagne flutes.

“Of course, sir,” the waitress giggled, y/n’s lips curling into a frown as the girl shamelessly flirted with her boyfriend who was just too oblivious to notice she wasn’t just being nice. But, this was also the boy that needed y/n to literally strip for him the first time they had sex for him to get the hint. It was hard enough being deprived of sex for one hundred and thirty-nine days, this was just the icing on the cake. She scooted a bit closer to Ashton, catching his eye only for a moment before he turned back to Calum, engaging himself in a deeper conversation as her hand landed on his thigh, raking her nails lightly up and down as she rested her head on his shoulder trying to make the gesture seem as innocent as possible. She was going to make this experience as difficult as possible for him.

Once everyone received their alcoholic beverages, the appetizers were passed around, y/n skipping on most of them not being a huge fan of seafood, but gladly taking the bruschetta passed around, letting it sit on her small plate, her hand only leaving Ashton’s leg to grab at the large plate before passing it down on it’s way through the table. She waited until Ashton had taken a piece of the tuna bite on his plate, moving her hand down agonizingly slow to cup at his crotch, squeezing it lightly causing him to choke on what was in his mouth, moving the same hand to his back rubbing soothing circles as he cleared his airways.

“Are you alright?” Luke asked from across the table, looking at him nervous, Ashton holding up a thumb as he continued to cough into his elbow, throwing a glare at his girlfriend who kept the best poker face he had ever seen. There was so much sympathy thrown onto her face, but her eyes held that lust filled, devilish look he had grown to know from the escapades in the bedroom. This was on purpose.

“You alright baby?” y/n questioned gripping at his wine glass, holding it to him for him to take a sip, putting it back on the table once he could breathe properly once again. He moved his mouth towards her ear, keeping his face as normal as her could not wanting to throw up any red flags with the guys knowing he would never hear the end of this.

“Don’t fucking start with me, princess. Now is not the time,” he basically growled in her ear as she furrowed her brows turning to face him as if she was confused, cocking an eyebrow up slightly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, daddy?” she said, the name reserved only for the bedroom slipping off her tongue in fluidity as if it was supposed to be out in the air like that. “I bet I could suck you off right here and no one would notice.” His cock twitched in his pants as he became aroused at the thought of getting head in public, in front of his band mates and, pretty much, his bosses: so vulgar and tempting, enticing him even more.

“Princess, if you let one more vulgar thing leave that dirty little mouth of yours, daddy won’t let you cum tonight,” he whispered again, pulling his head away from her not letting her respond as her mouth hung open slightly in shock and disbelief, arousal soaking her panties just at the thought of understimulation and how good her orgasm will feel when he does let her cum. It would be something new for them, and that excited her more than anything at this point setting her over the edge of her frustration. She didn’t even care about dinner that this point. She wanted to go home and fuck Ashton so good that she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed in the morning.

She sighed in content before placing her hand on his thigh once again, fingers dancing atop his dress pants as she ate the piece of bread with the tomato mozzarella mixture that resided on her plate. Once she had finished that, she stood up to head to the bathroom, only to pull off her panties and return moments later with them shoved into her hand, sitting down with her hands folded in her lap.

The waitress had finally returned with the entrees, once again standing between Ashton and Calum, dropping off both entrees for the men as y/n laid her panties on Ashton’s lap, a playful gleam in her eye as the waitress caught sight of what she was doing, knocking over Ashton’s glass into his lap. He didn’t bother standing up, just looking down as his wine coated crotch, catching sight of his girlfriend’s undergarment that should be on her body, his semi growing hard, now, just waiting to be touched. He grabbed the flimsy fabric, quickly shoving it in his pocket as he stood up from the table, all eyes on him.

“Are you alright, Ash?” Michael asked, catching a glimpse of the boy’s eyes, mistaking his lust for anger as he shook his head slightly.

“We’re going to go,” he said simply, moving to the side waiting for his girlfriend to stand up, the color draining from the waitress’s face as she apologized profusely thinking it was her fault the beautiful man was leaving, having no idea that y/n had set him over the edge. Ashton liked to play sexual games with his girlfriend, teasing the other in public was one of them, but he didn’t enjoy the thought of some other guy catching a glimpse of her bare pussy due to lack of clothing. He had mentioned that time and time again. The table looked between the two, Ashton’s frowning face as y/n pouted, bottom lip jutted out, poker face hiding her excitement and nerves at once as she thought about the punishment she knew was to come. He grabbed her hand in his, pulling her to the exit without another word, handing the valet a slip of paper before the man went running to retrieve his vehicle.

“Ash,” she mumbled not enjoying the silence. As many times as she had pulled something like this in public, he was never this quiet, only earning a shake of his head, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

“Oh, princess, princess, princess,” he said, the car pulling up, parking right in front of them as he opened the passenger door for her helping her  inside of the car. That was all he had said, the entire way home, a stuffy silence filled the car as y/n shifted in her seat nervously, looking at Ashton out of the corner of her eye, his clenched jaw, hands gripping the wheel as his eyes were fixated on the road. She went to reach towards his leg, only to have him grab her wrist before it could graze the fabric on his leg. “You really don’t want to do that right now.” She moved her hand away deciding to just leave it be as he pulled into her apartment complex, helping her out of the car before making their way inside to her small apartment, Ashton escaping to the kitchen as y/n followed him slowly, now worried she had pissed him off instead.

“Ash,” she said barely above a whisper as she watched him pull out a glass from her cabinet, heading towards the freezer to fill it with ice.

“Go lay down,” he said back simply not turning to look at her as she bit down on her lip, shifting her weight between her feet.

“Look, I’m-,”

“Daddy said to go lay down, princess, so I don’t know why you’re still standing here,” he said cutting her off, finally turning to face her, his eyes clouded with lust. The look he was giving her was something new, and it had her knees weak. She quickly made her way towards her room, sitting on the edge of the bed knowing better than to do anything she wasn’t told to do. She had already worked him up enough for today. “Such a good girl,” he muttered watching her from the doorway, her eyes shooting up to meet his, taking her lip between her teeth as he moved to set his glass on the stand next to her bed before beckoning her onto her feet, his body replacing hers on the bed. “Strip.” She hesitated, but only for a second before pulling down the zipper on the side of her dress, letting it slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet leaving her in just a bra and heels before unclasping the bra, tossing that to the side as well. She stopped, not sure if he meant the heels as well when he said to strip, watching his eyes rake up her body. They had been together for a little over two years now and, yet, he could still make her feel insecure and vulnerable with just once glance. “Want me to go over the rules, princess? Daddy’s added a couple of new ones for tonight.” She nodded her head slowly, arms crossing over her bare chest as he quickly pulled them away, revealing her body to him. “Words.”

“Yes,” she squeaked out, Ashton raising an eyebrow, smirk tugging at his lips.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy,” she mumbled, her hands intertwined with his as he pulled her hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss on each knuckle.

“First, and foremost, darling, I am in charge. You do not tell me what to do, you ask, yes?”

“Yes, daddy.” His hands let go of hers, placing them on her hips softly and slowly, trailing them up her sides.

“Number two: what’s our safeword, princess?”

“Red.” His hands started to trail back down her body as slow and soft as they had going up.

“And when do we use this safeword?”

“When I’m uncomfortable or am hurting.” A chill ran down her spine as goosebumps coated her skin at the feeling of his skin on hers. He lifted a hand to her mouth, his thumb tapping at her lips for her to open, sticking the digit in for her to suck on it as he watched her.

“Number three: you ask permission to cum,” he said watching as she nodded her head, tongue swirling around the tip of his finger, teeth grazing lightly as he bit down on his bottom lip. “Number four’s a new one princess. And this is only for tonight, okay?” She nodded her head once again as he moved his finger from her mouth, standing up in front of her, only to lift her up and turn her around to place her on the bed. “Don’t you dare cum until I say so.” He pressed his lips to hers roughly as she returned the favor, hands running through his hair as he grabbed at her thigh, pulling her leg up to wrap around his hip while the other hand pulled out the panties she had taken off at the restaurant. “Arms up,” he commanded against her lips watching her eyes flicker with excitement, more than ready to lift her hands above her head for him as he dominated her. He tore the fabric at the seams so it would be easy to tie through the posts of the headboard, y/n’s eyes widening in shock. “You know how I feel about you not wearing panties in public. So next time, we’re going to keep them on, yes?”

“Yes, daddy,” she said, a blush on her face as he slipped her wrists through one loop, twisting the fabric before tying her tightly to the headboard, but not enough to cut off circulation in her wrists. He climbed off her body, making his way to her closet where he knew she kept her toys for when he was away. “Daddy.”

“Yes, princess?” he called out, pulling down the box on the top shelf, settling for the vibrator he had gotten her for her birthday the past year.

“What are you going to do?” she questioned, watching him return with the bright green toy, his shirt now unbuttoned as he pulled it from his shoulders onto the floor.

“I told you. I’m not going to let you cum,” he said turning it on to a medium speed, sticking it in his mouth to wet it before rubbing it lightly over her clit causing her hips to buck up towards him. “Hips stay down, princess.”

“But I didn’t say anything else bad,” she muttered, Ashton pressing the toy down harshly on her clit causing her to moan loudly before pulling it back to teasing her once again.

“You’re right, you didn’t baby. You were such a good girl until you went and took off your panties in the bathroom. So, now, I’m going to punish you.” He pressed down a bit harder on her clit, circling the vibrating toy over her nub as he turned it up another speed, letting the toy drop down to her opening to collect some of her juices, letting it trail back up rubbing over her. He legs started to shake as she tried as best as she could to keep her hips down, whimpers escaping her lips as she tried to hold it together. “You close, princess?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” she moaned, her hands pulling on her restraints as she cried out. “Can I cum?” she asked quickly, only to have the toy pulled away from her, a loud whimper escaping her lips as she breathed heavily trying to catch her breath.

“Why isn’t daddy letting you cum?” he questioned letting a finger trail up through her folds collecting the wetness spilling from her as she shook from the sensitivity.

“As a punishment,” she responded, eyes closed as she heard the vibrator turn on once again, bracing herself.

“And why is this your punishment?” he questioned pressing it to her her clit again as she moaned loudly once again, back arching off of the bed.

“Because you don’t like to hurt me,” she said quickly, panting heavily as pleasure took over her once again, her orgasm building up quickly from being denied the first time as she moaned loudly over and over, Ashton loving the way her body thrashed against the mattress trying to relieve herself. He’d rather watch her like this than watch her ass turn a bright shade of red, spanking her harshly. “Cum?”

“That’s not a full sentence,” he said, turning the speed up once again as she screamed trying desperately to hold it together, only to have him deny her orgasm for the second time. Her body fell back to the mattress, sweat starting to coat her body as she looked at him through hooded eyes. She could tell he was enjoying watching her beg, but knew he wouldn’t last much longer, especially when it started to become painful for her. He knew her body just as well as she did and what her limit was. He placed the toy down next to her body, situating himself between her legs, face level with her pussy, eyes gleaming at the amount of her arousal dripping from her onto her satin sheets. “Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he muttered letting his tongue lick a stripe up collecting some of her juices in his mouth before diving in, her arms tugging desperately at the restraints now, wanting to tug at his hair and push him deeper into her pussy. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to build up for the third time, now hanging on by a single thread as she tried to get the words to flow from her mouth.

“CanICum? CanICum? CanIcum?” she practically chanted, her words flowing together as he pulled back from her, another whine escaping her lips. “Fuck, Ash.”

“I’m sorry, what’s my name?” he asked gripping her face in his hand. “You didn’t seem to have any issues calling me daddy in front of the guys and management? Why not now in the comfort of your own bedroom?” She didn’t respond, letting her brain process what was going on. She desperately needed a release, but her cunt was so sensitive at this point, she wasn’t sure she could handle anymore. “I’m speaking to you princess.”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered looking into his eyes before looking away once again. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are, princess,” he said leaning up to press a kiss to her lips. “You’ve been such a good girl, handling your punishment.” He crawled off of her, feet touching the floor as he pulled off his pants and briefs, his cock standing at attention as he rubbed over his tip looking at her carefully. “You’ve done such a good job, it’s my turn to please you.” He didn’t bother with a condom, crawling back onto her before slowly pushing inside of her, letting out a moan from how wet and tight she felt around him.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her legs wrapping around him once again as he started to thrust into her at a quick pace, his hips snapping against hers harshly as one hand dug into her hip most likely going to leave bruises the next morning while the other held him up as she moaned loudly with each thrust. Her orgasm was approaching quickly, he could feel her tightening around her as she struggled to form coherent words, digging his face into her neck as he left love bites along her flesh.

“You can cum, princess. All over my cock,” he let out in a raspy breath, her body shaking from the orgasm as she squirted, the sight setting him over the edge as he pulled out, releasing over her sweat coated stomach as she caught her breath. They both took a minute to calm down, Ashton retreating to the bathroom to grab a towel using it to clean himself off of her before untying her wrists from the headboard, kissing at her skin repeatedly before peppering her face with kisses. “Was I too rough?”

“No,” she mumbled kissing his lips as she struggled to stay awake, Ashton catching the hint as he settled in next to her, cuddling her body tightly to his.

“I love you so much, baby,” he whispered in her ear as she nestled into his body even more than she already had.

“I love you too, Ash.”

Break

Break

Lance Tucker

Warnings: swearing, indirect mentions of sex

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Part three

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“Well fuck, she’s good.” Hope sighs from the office, her eyes scouring the new America’s Sweetheart. It’s not that Hope didn’t like Y/N, she actually adored the girl and how open-minded she was. What Hope didn’t like was the extreme attention the short girl was receiving from the country.

Hope thought it was a rumor when she heard about what this girl could do. But, when she saw Y/N doing the entire Olga Korbut bar routine without so much as blinking an eye, she knew this girl was the real deal.

“She fuckin’ better be, I argued with her old coach for over three hours on the phone last week until he finally let me have her.” Lance smirks, walking up to the window to watch Y/N clapping some chalk on her hands.

“Think she’ll win gold?” Hope asks, her eyes trailing along Lance’s form when he’s not looking. 

“She’s going to win a lot of gold by the looks of it. Just gotta make sure she doesn’t get cocky is all.” Lance responds, moving to the door and opening it. “You coming or are you just going to stalk my protege?”

Hope rolls her eyes, trudging behind him. “I’m not stalking. I’m just watching to see how good she actually is. There’s no way she’s as good as everyone says.”

“Oh shut up,” Lance rolls his eyes, walking over to the uneven bars. “She’s a hell of a lot better than you. I bet she won’t bring a single bronze home, all gold and silver - just like her coach.”

They stand along the mats, watching one of the trainers spot her from below as Y/N jumps onto the upper bar. “Atta girl.” The trainer mumbles, his eyes locked on her form as she lifts her body up.

Lance can’t say he wasn’t impressed when he saw her during the USAG Championship. He was only there to watch, not to scout, but ended up tracking down Y/N after her performances. 

She had moved with such grace and fluidity that he was sure she was the girl who would bring home the gold during the olympics. So, naturally, he threatened his way into getting her on his team.

“Her arms are sloppy.” Hope chides, crossing her own across her chest. Lance smirks at her jealousy, finding it almost as amusing as the time she tried to out-sass him.

“Her arms are exactly where they should be.” Lance snickers, watching as his gymnast flings along the bars with ease, her body twisting and releasing along them.

Chalk flies from Y/N’s hands as she transitions from bar to bar, keeping her balance and speed. The trainer steps in to spot her as she performs a 2.5 twirl along the bars. 

“Legs!” Lance yells, watching as her feet near the lower bar. She tightens her core, keeping her legs loose and pliable. Lance watches, knowing very well her new move was about to happen.

Lance hadn’t seen her accomplish this task yet, or even had seen her attempt it. He simply told her what he wanted her add into her routine this morning and assumed she’d know exactly what to do.

In hindsight, it was a stupid ass idea on Lance’s part.

He watches as she releases her hands from the bar, flying up in the air to do a 4.5 twist. Y/N makes it around twice, nearing her third time when her foot smacks off the bar, disorienting her gravity.

The trainer misses her by an inch, her body falling into the mats from over eight feet. She coughs, her body taking a hard hit from the sound of the impact, her head laying against the mat.

“What the fuck was that?” Lance scowls, crouching down over Y/N to pull her up by her arms. She groans, her breath still knocked out of her beyond belief.

“My fucking foot hit it.” Y/N sighs, looking at the red, angry mark on her foot. “I can’t get that move down unless I release earlier, and if I release earlier then I won’t be able to grab the bar on my way down.”

“Tough shit, you’re gonna learn the move. Get back up there.” Lance pats some chalk off her back, his eyebrow cocking when she shakes her head. He can’t help but sneak a peak at her chest, rising and falling quickly.

“I can’t fucking breathe Coach, give me a minute.”

“Did I ask for your input? I said get the fuck back up there and do it again.” 

Y/N throws a look up at Lance, her eyes narrowing. “And I said I can’t breathe, so give me a damn minute or else I won’t do this at all.”

Lance chuckles, chewing on the gum against his molars. “C’mere. Hope, get her some water.” 

“I’m an olympic medalist, I’m not a water-boy.” Hope snarls, clenching her fists along her USA jacket. Lance gives her a look, sending the blonde off to get refreshments.

Y/N trudges over to Lance, her breaths shallow. He turns her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You’re too tense, you need to relax. When’s the last time you got fucked?”

“Oh shut up.” Y/N snaps, groaning when Lance starts digging his fingers into her muscles, massaging out any kinks.

“I’m actually being serious right now. Sex helps loosen you up, it was my secret weapon during the Olympics.” He hums, remembering those long nights he spent with members of the Women’s US team.

“It’s none of your damn business, Coach Tucker.” She whines when he drags his fingers across a particularly large knot, kneading it away with his thumbs.

Tucker shrugs, feeling her hip shift. “I’m your coach now, everything in your life is my business. From what you eat and drink to exactly what positions you’re in when you’re having sex. So, when was the last time you had sex?”

He smirks when she rolls her eyes, a grin on her lips. He liked how she could take his attitude whereas many people found it repulsive. He was cocky because he could be, he saw no issue with it what-so-ever.

“Sunday.” She sighs, backing into his touch as he grinds his palm along her lower back. 

He nods, realizing that was only two days ago. “Well you clearly have to have sex more often if you’re already so tense after only two days. Did you take an ice bath like I told you?”

She nods, lulling her head to the side. “Yeah, last night. It fuckin’ sucked.” She says, causing Lance to chuckle. “How many times do I have to do it?”

“I want you to have one at least every night after practice, helps keep you from tearing anything. I could always join you, make the water a bit warmer.” He winks, watching her raise an eyebrow at him.

“I think I’m all set by myself but I’ll let you know.” She hums as Lance runs his fingers back up to her shoulders, pressing hard. 

He shrugs, liking the noises she makes when he hits a particularly achy part. “Did you stop eating those damn Cheetos like I told you to?”

“I did for like a day but they’re so good. I eat great otherwise, I don’t see why i can’t have some Cheetos once in a while.” She mutters, arching her back to allow him easier access to her muscles.

“You can’t have Cheetos because clearly they go straight to your ass.” Lance scolds, looking down at her bum. “I don’t even know how you fit it in your leotard.”

“Is that why you stare at it all the time?” She rolls her eyes, smirking. “Plus, it’s not like it’s hurting my routines. Hope has a huge rack and she medaled.”

“Hope also got bronze. We’re shooting for gold.” Lance pulls his hands away from her, tugging her wrists behind her back to stretch her shoulders. He peers down and see’s a bruise forming across her foot already. “And sweetheart, any guy with eyes would stare at it.”

“What if I only have Cheetos twice a week?” Y/N tries, throwing an award-winning smile over her shoulder.

It’s Lances turn to roll his eyes at the girl. “No more Cheetos. I set you on a strict diet and those carb-loaders are ruining it. I don’t need your ass to grow anymore than it already has.”

“If I give up Cheetos can I not do this routine until tomorrow when my ribs don’t feel like they’re cracked?” 

“This isn’t up for debate. You’re giving up junk food for good and you’re getting your ass back on those bars right now.” Lance orders, looking around. “Where the fuck is Hope with your water?”

Lance knows exactly why Hope’s taking so long to get Y/N water - she’s jealous. He figured she’d get a little jealous from all the attention he was going to shower Y/N with, but he didn’t think it’d be this bad.

“Probably poisoning it.” Y/N shrugs, lifting her leg up next to her head to stretch. Lance nods, not fully ruling out the idea. “So I heard a rumor about you.”

He cocks his head, beckoning for her to continue. “I heard you got your medal tattooed around your dick. Not that I want to see it, I’m just wondering if it’s true.” Y/N putters.

“Do you fantasize about my dick a lot?” Lance prods, a teasing smirk crossing his features. She shakes her head, not phased by his commentary by any means.

“No, more or less I wonder how much of an arrogant asshole you are. You dick doesn’t cross my mind.” She hums, pulling her leg higher up until a distinct pop comes from her hip. “Do you fantasize about my tits a lot? You seem to always be looking at them.”

He grins, liking her attitude. “Sometimes, usually when my flavor of the week leaves and I’m still horny.” He watches her cork an eyebrow, chuckling. “And the rumors are true, you can see it if you want.” Lance grins, griping the bottom of his shirt encouragingly.

She shrugs, lifting her other leg. “I think I’ll pass, but thanks for the offer. I mean, I guess it’s only fair that I know everything about you since you’re going to be digging into my personal life for the next few months.”

“Do you have any tattoos?” He asks, reaching out to grip her ankle so she can lift her arms above her head and complete the stretch.

She shakes her head, lowering her leg from Lance’s grasp. Hope walks up, a cup of water in her hands and a scowl on her thin lips. “Here’s your protege’s water.”

“Took you long enough.” Lance mutters, looking at the cup. “You can drink that, I’m gonna call it a night. Y/N, you’re free to go as long as you promise to do the routine first thing tomorrow.”

“Are you shitting me? It’s only eight!” Hope throws her arms outwards, nearly sending water from the cup.

“I don’t know who the fuck died and made you her coach, but I sure as hell didn’t. And as her coach, I say she can go home now.” He snaps down at the blonde, eyebrows raised in mock-confusion.




“What the fuck?” Megan snaps from her bed, shielding her eyes from the lights turning on. She sees Coach Tucker’s figure, her eyebrows cocking as she watches.

He turns and points at her, continuing his stroll through the hall. “Shut the fuck up and go back to bed, Megan.” 

Lance walks by the girls doors, their whines emitting through the walls from being woken up at three in the morning. He reaches his desired door, pulling it open and turning the light on.

Y/N doesn’t even budge, her body sprawled out across the mattress. “Wake up.” Lance says, pulling her blanket off her body. He wipes his eyes, looking at her bed attire.

A loose tee-shirt covers her body and a pair of tiny panties that don’t cover a damn thing. 

She groans into her pillow, curling up into herself. “Don’t fuck with me Y/N, we have to train. Let’s go.” He slaps at her legs, smirking as she starts kicking her feet out towards him.

“S’okay, you can go without me.” She slurs, her eyes clenched shut. Lance quirks a brow, nearly laughing at her words. 

“I don’t have to train, I already won silver and gold. You have to train because, oh, that’s right, you haven’t won a medal yet.” Lance snickers, pulling at her ankle.

She reaches a hand up, holding onto her headboard. “I haven’t even gotten to the olympics yet, let me sleep.”

She holds tighter to the headboard as Lance pulls her foot harder, shifting her body to lay out. She lays on her stomach, one of her legs extended into his hands.

“Get some clothes on and let’s go.” He snaps at her, barking orders. She doesn’t respond, settling into her pillow. “If I have to carry you out of this bed then so fucking be it.”

She groans as he lets go of her leg, placing his hands on her waist and tugging her even harder. “Let go, let me sleep.” 

He pulls harder at her, shocked at her pure desire to stay in bed after being manhandled. “Just get the fuck up, holy shit.” He seethes, clenching his hands on her waist and lifting her.

She releases the bed frame, dead-weighting herself in his arms. He catches her easily, shooting a warning glare at her only to see her eyes closed. She curls into his chest, trying to fall back asleep.

“Y/N, wake the fuck up.”

“You said you’d carry me, so no.”

“For fucks sake.” He grimaces, hiking her up his chest so he can look around her room. “Where are your clothes, you can’t work out in this shit.”

She mumbles into his jacket, pointing over his shoulder. He turns opening the closet doors and scanning through the neatly hung clothing. He grabs some shorts, looking for a top.

“You wearing a bra?” He hums, looking down at her chest for a minute.

She snorts, shaking her head. “Nobody sleeps with a bra on, makes your tits small.”

“Maybe that’s what you need. I’ve never seen a gymnast with a body like yours.” He snidely smirks, pulling a sports bra from the closet and assumes that was fine.

He grabs her bag in the corner of the room, tossing it over his shoulder while holding her with one arm. Kicking her door closed behind him, he moves down the hall. 

Most of the girls are still awake, looking at Y/N’s body in his arms. “Go the fuck back to sleep.” He nearly yells at them all, his hand curling around Y/N’s legs.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Y/N smirks into his chest, humming.

“No,” He snaps, “Not you. We’re going to train - I said first thing in the morning and I sure as hell meant it.”

He jogs down the small flight of stairs, reaching the foyer of the rented house for the gymnasts. “Happy to know you don’t stray from your word.” She snickers, nuzzling into him. “But it’s too early for this, take me back to bed.”

“I’m your coach, you listen to me. I’m not here to make you comfortable, I’m here to get you the gold. So shut the fuck up and keep your eyes open. You have to train.” Lance snaps, unlocking his car door.

She just hums, releasing her hold on him. “I think you just came over to see how cute I look when I sleep.” She teases, smiling lazily up at him.

“No, but good guess.” Lance smirks, placing her in the car.

She shrugs, watching as he moves around and gets into the front seat. “Lies, you totally just wanted to see me. You missed me, huh?”

“Shut up and start wrapping your hands.” Lance tosses, watching a grin form on her lips. 

He liked her, liked the realness and confidence she exuded. He hadn’t met anyone like her before and damn, she was a force to be reckoned with.



Sexy times to come..How do you guys feel about an equally as cocky reader? I feel like theres so many sub!readers for Lance and I figured i’d switch it up a bit?

First Love (M)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Smut, kinda fluffy

A/N: So…I think this is the last one of the short story series for Namjoon. I need to redo Jin’s and then do Jungkook and V. After that I hope you do a series, of what?…I don’t know yet. (I’m thinking at the moment.) Oh, sweet Namjoon.

P.S.: I’m going to miss sexy CEO Namjoon (cries)

Read the Previous Ones: First Class / First Day


I writhed as the vibrator was pushed against my pussy and switched on. My eyes closed involuntarily at the sensation as Namjoon moved it in slow circles. My soft moans joined the other only sound in the room, the vibrations of the dildo. My boss looked at me with nothing but adoration in his eyes as his gaze caressed my mocha skin. His brown eyes were so warm, “You like that, princess?” he asked, his voice dripping smooth like honey. “It feels good, sir.” He took my hands away from where they were gripping the bed sheets and wrapped my fingers around the vibrator, replacing his own. “Take over and go slowly. Enjoy yourself,” he instructed. I tried to mimic what he had been doing and negotiated the toy in slow circles so it touched every side of my walls.

The sensation was amazing, but much better when Namjoon did it. He was a very skilled master and I was merely an apprentice. We both enjoyed these training sessions immensely. “Remember to touch yourself, too. I love watching you touch yourself, Y/N.” One hand left the vibrator so it could move to my clit. I toyed with the bud, only a little self-conscious about what I was doing. Just a few weeks ago I couldn’t imagine doing this in front of anyone else. But when my billionaire boss told me to do something, I found it extremely difficult refusing him. I knew he liked watching me while I masturbated and I liked pleasing him. Plus, I had fun too. It was a win-win situation.

My back arched as I increased the intensity. I was heading firmly toward a nice orgasm and couldn’t wait to get there now. This was my first time using a vibrator and I’m sure it wouldn’t be the last. “Come for me, princess. Get yourself off for me.” The orgasm erupted down below. I immediately stopped what I was doing and let the rush of pleasure wash through me. Namjoon quickly intervened, pressing the dildo further into me and increasing the pressure. He fucked me with it, pushing the toy in and out of me until my body was nothing but nerve endings all crackling like lightning. “Namjoon,” I screamed repeatedly.

My body bucked and arced with the sensations it could not contain. My fingers once against gripped the sheets as I rode out the joy as it sung through me. His free hand covered my clit, flicking my tight bud to increase my ecstasy. He moved with the skill of a professional, completely trained in the art of pleasure. He finally decreased the pressure and let me come down from the high. I was gasping for breath and my heart rate was dangerously hastened. I couldn’t have done a better workout at the gym. I sat up against the oversized pillows.

There was a considerable bulge in Namjoon’s pants, one I would have liked to take care of. While I was completely naked, he was still fully dressed in his black suit and tie. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he said, using his commanding tone. I loved it when he didn’t try to reign himself in, just said whatever was on his mind. Nobody else got to see him like this except me. I leaned on my elbows as I sat up higher, my head still giddy. “That was amazing. I never knew toys could be so much fun.”

“It’s only the beginning, baby girl. There are a lot more where this came from.” He stood from the bed and adjusted his tie. “I have a meeting to get to.” I shuffled over to the edge and cupped his cock over his pants. “Can’t I look after you now? It’s only fair.” He shook his head. “I’d love to, princess…but I have people waiting for me. And I’m already late, I’ll see you later.” I fell back on the bed and watched him leave. That ass was exquisite in pants but extraordinary naked. I pouted while he took one last appreciative look at me. He should have stayed so we could play all day. He was the CEO, certainly he could do what he liked? He could certainly do whatever he liked with me, since I was the Director of Office Satisfaction.

What I didn’t realize when I had signed up for the job was that the bedroom would be my office and it was his satisfaction I was the director of. It was the best job in the world. I lazed in bed and flicked on the television. I had at least a few hours to kill before Namjoon would be out of his meeting. After that, he could give me another instruction or I would be left alone for even longer. Eventually I took a shower and cleaned up. I washed the vibrator, hoping that was how it was supposed to be cleaned. Namjoon had a whole staff of cleaners but I don’t think cleaning our sex toys were in their job description.

I threw on some silky cream lingerie and returned to the bedroom. Just as I was about to pick up a book, my cell phone rang. It was Namjoon, “I’m watching you right now.” There was a camera in the bedroom, one that only he could access. I sat up and spread my legs, posing for him. “Do you like what you see?”

“That lace looks exquisite on you.”

“You could come up and take it off me.” Namjoon laughed and it sent a jolt of happiness into my belly. “Gladly, baby girl. If only I had the time. Pop your breast out.” Disappointment was quickly replaced with excitement as I pulled my breast out of the cups. “Squeeze them.” I started kneading my breast at the same time. My fingers tweaked my nipples, making the jolt of happiness spread into a fire pit, deep in my core. “Good, princess. Leave them out and start touching your pussy for me.” My hands slid down my stomach and delved into my lace panties. I made sure to face the camera so he had the best view in the room. My fingers slid into my pussy lips, moving back and forth. I was hot again in no time, ready for release and wishing Namjoon was there to take care of the act himself.

Surely if he had time to watch, he had time to fuck. “God,” he breathed the words into the phone. He was enjoying the show, the thought made me even hornier. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees. I want to see that magnificent ass of yours.” I did as I was told and positioned my ass in front of the camera. I wiggled it, smacking it a few times. Namjoon loved my curves, he could spend hours memorizing every part of me. He probably knew my backside better than I did. I loved it when he ran his tan hands over my mocha skin. He revered the difference in color as much as I did. “Pick up the dildo and put it inside you,” Namjoon ordered.

I stayed in the same position as I was with my ass in the air while I reached for the vibrator. I pulled aside my panties and worked it into my pussy. I was dripping wet, proof of how much he could seduce me with only his words. “Princess, I want to see you filled.” My legs had to spread a little further so I could get the thing right in my pussy. The toy wasn’t as big as Namjoon’s cock but it was still a considerably nice size. “That’s right. Move it about. I want that thing moving in and out of you like a piston.” He paused while I gave him a good show, making sure to moan with the ecstasy.

“Don’t slow down. Do I need to remind you about punishment options?”

“No, sir.” Punishment was fun. If he thought threatening me with a spanking was supposed to intimidate me, he was completely wrong. I longed for another spanking, anything to get him back in the room and closer to my body. “Good, good,” he cooed. The vibrator was doing a really good job of getting me pumped up. Between the toy and Namjoon’s commands, it was all I could do not to cry out like a cat in heat. All I could think of was how much I wanted to fuck. “Stand up,” Namjoon said suddenly. “I don’t think I can, sir.”

“I said stand up, Y/N.” There was no arguing with that tone of voice. I slowly stood up. The feeling of having a full pussy was delicious. I hoped Namjoon’s next order would be to finish myself off. “Put on a coat and come down to my office.”

“Like this?”

“Exactly like that, Y/N. Hurry up or I’m going to be very angry.” I clamored to get off the bed and out of view of the camera. I checked on the vibrator and pushed it in further, pulling my panties back in place underneath it. The dildo would probably stay in place as long as my legs were together. It wouldn’t just fall out along the way. I quickly found a coat and slid it on over my lingerie before heading toward the elevator. It was a little uncomfortable walking with the toy shoved so deep in my pussy. It made my core ache with need. Stepping out on Namjoon’s floor, I thought for sure every person I passed knew what I had lodged between my legs and what I was about to do with the boss.

It was probably paranoia but it also added to my level of arousal. I was the one fucking the boss. I got to see him naked and satisfied. He gave me more pleasure than any man had in my life before. If they knew about our arrangement, then I didn’t care. I was proud of myself for being the one who bought him to his knees. I stopped at Namjoon’s assistant’s desk. Her perky blond haired self-smiled. “You can go right in, Mr. Kim is expecting you.”

“Thank you,” I replied, flashing her a big grin. I didn’t bother knocking, just barged right into his office. My legs were about two seconds away from giving out on me. Thank goodness he hadn’t told me to turn on the vibrator, I wouldn’t have made it out of the elevator. The security guys would have loved watching that footage. Namjoon’s head snapped up, his face relaxing into a grin when he saw me. “Take off your coat. Did you follow my order?”

“Yes, sir.” I slid the coat off and slung it over the back of the lounge suite. My cream lingerie hugged my curves, contrasting beautifully with my dark skin. He stood and his erection was obvious. “Come here and show me.” I sidled over to behind his desk and spread my legs for inspection. Namjoon reached down and fondled my pussy until he encountered the plastic of the dildo. He moved it around, making me gasp from the pleasure. “Good work,” he said. “Now get down on your knees. I want to see those lips around my cock.” He snapped the elastic of my panties as he let go of me. It was almost as good as being spanked.

I crawled down to my knees and undid his pants. Pulling his trousers and then his boxers down to his knees, his glorious cock sprung free from its prison. I gripped it with both hands before placing the head in my mouth. He was already wet with pre-cum. I swirled the salty liquid around with my tongue, getting him nice and lubricated before having my way with him. With one hand, I cupped his balls. My fingers fondled them, mixing hard tugs with soft caressing. He seemed to respond equally to both. With my other hand, I ringed the base of the cock and applied some pressure. He was growing even harder, his member hot and throbbing with desire and lust for me.

My mouth took him in further as my lips slid down his length. I pushed on through the gag reflex, determined to take all of him. Namjoon was impressively hung so it was no easy feat to deep throat him. His hand tangled in my hair as he guided my head back and forth. He was gentle at first but quickly fastened the pace as he fucked my face. His cock was pushed right down the back of my throat as I continued to squeeze his balls. Namjoon liked it rough and this was a perfect example of the way he enjoyed things. My lips were forced along his shaft as he grew bigger and came closer to his release. I looked up at him through my lashes, seeing the impressive man watching me while I took his most intimate part in my mouth. His strong legs shook as he came dangerously close to coming in my mouth.

The vibrator buried in me was doing everything it could to make me equally as close to the brink. My clit just need a little flick and it would all be over. We could come together. He pulled out of me, holding my head back from his cock by my hair. My saliva made his cock shiny and wet as it pointed upwards. “When I come, I want to be inside you. Stand up, Y/N.” He let go of my hair so I could stand before him. He radiated power, despite his cock bobbing in the space between us. I desperately wanted to be holding it again, thrusting it inside me where the toy was currently occupying. “Bend over the desk.” His granite desk was cold but it was a relief for my heated skin.

Namjoon guided my legs so they were further apart before ripping off my panties. The delicate lace was no match for him. “You’re soaking. Do I turn you on, princess? Did I make you wet?”

“Yes, sir.” I whimpered as he slapped my bottom as the smack echoed in the quiet office. For the first time since I’d walked in, I noticed the windows. They were floor to ceiling with no coverings. “Can people see in?” I asked nervously. Having Namjoon watch me was one thing, but strangers? It was a whole other ball game, one I wasn’t sure was good or not. “Do you want people to watch, princess? Is that what turns you on?”

“I… I don’t know.” He smacked me again, the sharp sting making my pussy contract with anticipation. “Don’t know, what? Remember who you are speaking with, Y/N.”

“Sir. I don’t know, sir.” He smoothed the stinging area, caressing my skin gently before kissing the spot. The contrast of his soft lips from his hard palm was about to send me skittering over the edge. “They can’t see in,” he finally said. “It’s a one-way window. Are you disappointed?” I was surprised to find that I was. The thought of people watching Namjoon take command and do whatever he wanted to my body was exhilarating. I’d never been a voyeur before. “A little, sir.”

“You’re a dirty little slut, princess” he whispered in my ear. His breath sent a shiver down my spine. “You deserve to be fucked hard.” He pulled out my vibrator with one swift, unexpected move. I gasped at the sudden loss as the air conditioning hit my wetness. My whole body was covered in goosebumps. Namjoon rubbed my back, letting his hands wander underneath my camisole and glide over my skin. His touch warmed me quickly, setting my skin on fire with desire in stark contrast to the cold air. His hands moved down and cupped my ass cheeks. He squeezed my butt with an appreciative growl. “I love your ass, Y/N.” I tried to wiggle it for him but he was holding me down too tightly. “I love your ass, sir.” He let out a breathy laugh. “I’m glad to please you.”

He pulled my cheeks apart, slipping his hand down to my anus. He rubbed it, causing a whole new sensation to pulsate in my being. I’d never done anal before and I never thought I would. But with Namjoon’s skills, I’m sure I’d let him. If he said the word, I’d give it a try. “You like that, princess?”

“It’s nice, sir,” He was teasing me because he knew I was so horny I needed to come. But he was making sure it was on his terms, not mine. He was such a control freak and I loved it. His hands suddenly left me as I heard him move behind me. I couldn’t see what he was doing until he stepped around his desk and I could crane my neck upwards. Namjoon was holding his black tie between his hands, testing its tautness. “You look so hot spread over my desk, princess. I think I’m going to savor this. Hold your hands above your head.” My boobs pressed against the desk as I shifted to follow his order. My arms reached up and over the end of the table.

Namjoon pulled them together before binding my wrists with his tie. I couldn’t move. But I trusted Namjoon with whatever he planned so it didn’t concern me in the slightest. In fact, it had the opposite effect and sent a new round of fluttering in my stomach. I knew Namjoon would only deliver the utmost of pleasure to me. “Do you trust me?” He asked. “Of course I do, sir.”

“I’m going to blindfold you, too.” There was no question in his words, only a statement. I could use my safe word if I objected but why would I? If Namjoon wanted it this way, then I would let him do it. He wasn’t going to hurt me or do anything that wouldn’t bring us mutual pleasure. He pulled another tie from his drawer and then secured it around my head, covering my eyes. Everything went a shade of black as the lights went out for me. I couldn’t see a thing. His footsteps padded on the tiled floor as he returned to stand behind me. I wished I could see him so I could look into his eyes and try to decipher his plans. But that’s not what he wanted so I remained splayed across his desk. The same desk where he ruled his empire, he ruled my body. Fire blazed across my skin as he rubbed my ass cheeks. He reached lower and pushed my legs wider again. He had plenty of access to my pussy now, more than sufficient for anything he chose to do. He leaned over me, his body pressed against mine and enveloping me.

His mouth was right beside my ear as he whispered. “Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?”

“Yes, please, sir,” I panted the reply. I could barely breath while I waited for the delicious sensations he was about to give me. His cock rested on my ass, cradled between my cheeks. I couldn’t wait to have it inside me. I’d waited all day for it. “Do you like being tied up, sexy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I like seeing you bound and bent over for me. You’re all mine. Such a beautiful woman and you’re all mine.” Namjoon’s strong hands rubbed my back as he stood again, satisfied he had sufficiently turned me into a puddle of jelly. He moved so his cock rubbed along my clit. I almost cried out with how good it felt. All the nerves were extra sensitive, desperate to be touched and fondled by the man teasing me. Not being able to see anything made every touch even more titillating. Without my sense of sight, all my other senses were heightened. I could hear him breathing, feel everything against my skin, smell his sexy cologne, and taste the traces of his salty cock that were still on my lips.

I stuck out my ass, giving him greater room to move under me. He was enjoying rubbing himself against me, increasing his pace and making my clit throb with burning desire. Finally, finally his cock went inside. My pussy greedily swallowed him up, taking all of him until he was buried deep within my walls. Namjoon let out a breath like it was a relief to finally be where he belonged. He gripped my hips, one on each side, and held them firmly while he started thrusting. He took slow, measured strides as he pulled out of me and then slammed back in again. He was a thousand times better than any sex toy could be. “Princess, you’re so wet and tight. You feel amazing.” I was too busy biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream and moan with the lightning shooting through me.

My whole body was on fire and searing with lustful desire for the man behind me. I didn’t need to see him to know he was enjoying himself just as much as I was… it was in every move he made. He let go with one hand as he snaked it under me and between my legs. I shuddered when his fingers reached my clit and gave it a squeeze. He started stroking me, pressing hard and not relenting. I imagined his perky assistant on the other side of the door, all the other employees sitting at their desks just beyond the wall, the office workers in the surrounding buildings. They were all so close and yet completely oblivious to the wild sex we were having in the office. On the desk. Bound with the boss’s tie.

The image of me splayed across the granite with Namjoon standing rigid, slamming his cock in and out of me was too much to keep me together. The orgasm was fast and strong as my boss held me tight. The sensation of the cold desk, his thick cock, my blindfolded eyes, his fondling hands, my tied wrists, was too much. The pleasure tore through me like I was nothing more than a slip of paper. I squeezed my eyes tightly and bit on my lip as the fire took hold and reached right down to my curling toes. My arms couldn’t move as the rest of me shook and shuddered while trying to contain the extreme joy coursing through me. Namjoon gave a guttural moan as he came.

“Fuck, Y/N. You feel so fucking good.” I was too lost in my own reveling to respond but I knew exactly what he meant. Sex had never been this good before, my body didn’t know how to deal with so much pleasure. It could only let the feeling infiltrate every nerve, muscle, and vein. We soared together while riding out the heart-pounding orgasm. My breaths came in small, sharp bursts while the fire spread through all my limbs. Everything tingled but it was my pussy that was throbbing. My clit was completely ablaze as it was held tightly in place by Namjoon’s generous hand.

We remained in the altered state for a long time until all the aftershocks wore off. It seemed like they would never end and we would stay connected forever. I wouldn’t have complained. I was spent, completely and utterly exhausted from taking the hard pounding. Namjoon pulled out of me and I heard him adjusting his clothing as the fabric rustled. He zipped his pants up before the belt buckle clanked into place. His warm hands were back on me, pulling me up and helping me to stand. It was disorientating without being able to see anything or move my hands.

It was a new experience and I hoped it wouldn’t be the last time. Namjoon once told me he wanted to tie me up in every which way he could imagine. I hoped he would come good on his promise. He pulled the blindfold off me, gently untying it and smoothing my hair away from my face. I could finally look into his eyes and see the joy there. They were alive with happiness. “Did you like that, baby girl?” I couldn’t help the smile as it quirked my lips upwards. “It was amazing.” He placed a soft kiss on my lips, pulling me against him. My ears hadn’t been lying, he was completely dressed.

Meanwhile, I was standing there in nothing but a camisole. “You’re amazing,” he said, holding my head in both of his hands. Our skin may have been completely different colors but that didn’t mean we weren’t supposed to be together. We were a beautiful contrast. I wanted to hold him like he was holding me but it wasn’t possible with my bound wrists. Instead, I let Namjoon shower me with kisses as he trailed them across my neck and face. I soaked up every one of them. He pulled me closer and picked me up, carrying me over to the plush lounge suite like I was as light as a feather. We sank into the deep cushions as he cradled me on his lap.

“There’s something I want to ask you, Y/N,” he said seriously. I still had too many relaxing endorphins floating around me to stress about what his question could be. I nuzzled against him, closer to falling asleep than I should have been. I mumbled “hmmm” so he would know I was listening. “I know we agreed that this is a professional relationship but I want to renegotiate our terms,” he continued. My brain snapped to attention. He wanted to change what we had? Did I do something wrong? Was he bored with me already? I thought he was happy with my performance and dedication.

I’d done everything he’d asked of me. I know I was happy, I didn’t want anything to change. I sat upright to give him my full attention. “What do you want to renegotiate?”

“I don’t want this to be professional anymore.” I almost laughed because there was nothing really professional about our situation anyway. My breath hitched in my throat as I answered. “What do you want it to be then? If not professional…?” Namjoon’s gaze was intense as it skimmed over my skin, finally settling back on my eyes. He looked into my brown eyes like he could see right through me.

“I want you to be mine. Both in and out of the office. I want to take you to my social engagements, I want you to meet my family, and I want you to stay in my home. I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N.” My heart skipped several beats as it hammered against my ribcage. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There were no reports of Namjoon ever having a girlfriend before. He had models he hung on his arms but never anything permanent or serious. He was choosing me. “Are you sure?” I asked. I needed to be sure. This heart wasn’t given away freely and I had to be careful who I allowed to steal it. Namjoon laughed, his whole body shaking with the effort. “Of course I’m sure. I’ve never wanted anything more than I’ve wanted this. I’ve known it since I saw you in the airport in Los Angles. Say yes, princess.”

I remembered that moment when our eyes had locked across the terminal. Something had drawn me to him, something inexplicable. He had obviously felt it too as we had been inseparable ever since. I cuddled against him. “Yes, I’d like that.” He pulled me closer and cradled my head in his hand. “Good. I can’t wait to show you everything in my world. It’s all yours now, too.” It was never about the money with Namjoon. At the airport and in the plane I had no idea who he was and just how much wealth he had.

It was always about the man and nothing else. I could only imagine what his world was like. No doubt it was very different from my upbringing back home. I wanted to know everything about him so I would enter his world and soak it all in. While holding me tightly, Namjoon used his free hand to undo my wrists. He snaked his silk tie from around my hands and threw it on the floor before rubbing the skin to get the circulation freely flowing again. It was such a gentle gesture that was in complete contrast to how hard we had just had sex. I got the feeling there were many layers of Namjoon and I couldn’t wait to peel them back until I knew every single one of them.

The bird on my shoulder

Originally posted by scar5let

So, this is my first time posting. @travelwithwords requested this to save me from my writers block, so here goes! Also, probably wouldn’t be posting if it wasn’t for her, so thank you! 


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