i have a weird liking for lips

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can i have a headcanon for Tamaki make out with his o/s? Have a nice week!

Tamaki Amajiki 

  • His s/o is gonna have innate it like every time 
  • Cause he is always gonna be thinking what if they don’t want to? And he feels weird asking, so he just doesn’t
  • He would be very gentle 
  • Though if he gets really into it he would, still gentle, bite at his s/o’s lower lip
  • Is always flustered afterwards

anonymous asked:

You think cork grease smells good too? Mine smells like root beer, it's so great and my friends think I'm weird when I rave about it

There’s a brand of cork grease that smells awful, and your poor misguided friends might be using that one. All I know is that all the ones I’ve used have smelled like lip balm on 10 shots of heroin

Tips on CC for ME:A

So we all know the facial animations in me:a can be a little…weird. BUT I’ve noticed there are some things you can mess with in the CC that seem to help make it look a little better! Here’s what I’ve found so far:

  • Don’t choose the default for you or your twin: They just have really bad facial animations. Idk why.
  • Give your Ryder dark eyes: The way the eye shading works in ME:A makes your character’s eye’s look really wide all the time. Giving your character a darker eye color for some reason seems to help this. It also helps to choose a preset where the upper eyelids fall lower on the eye.
  • If you’re making a femryder, make the character’s mouth less wide: Someone else noted that it looks like the face scans for femryder’s presets weren’t taken in a neutral pose. This caused a lot of them to have stretched out mouths that looks pretty uncanny in cutscenes. I made my Ryder’s mouth a little less wide than I usually like to, and that seemed to help get rid of those freaky smile scenes.

  • Mess with the depthness of the mouth: Making Ryder’s lips stick out from their face less seems to help with the weird flappy lip syndrome I’ve seen some people have. Default m!ryder has this issue especially bad.

  • Remember to compare the jawline to your character’s neck: You can’t adjust Ryder’s neck thickness like you can with Shepard’s, so if your character has a wide face or a big jaw, it can make their head look too big for their body at times.

  • The funky hair colors are always that bright: Ok this is less about animation and more about aesthetic, but I had to remake my Ryder because her blue hair looked too bright compared to everything else. In my opinion, the dyed hair looks less pastel looking and more neon in-game. There are a couple hairstyles it looks ok on (the curly bob and the braids for f!ryder both look pretty nice with the dyed colors) but most were brighter than I expected.
  • The CC angles the face down and is not in a neutral position: Don’t worry about this one too much, just keep it in mind while you’re messing with the height of Ryder’s facial features bc it does mess with the perspective a bit. I moved my character’s mouth up to what looked like an ok position in the CC, but in most cutscenes her mouth looks waaay to high.
These are the things I noticed gave the animations trouble, and they’re largely femryder centric. If anyone else had a different experience/wants to share more feel free to reblog!
Dating Zach Dempsey would include :

- lots of PDA, everywhere. He’s not ashamed to show everyone that you’re his, not a all. It doesn’t have to be too sexual though, he just likes to hold your hand or having you close to him

- Him always trying to make you smile

- He’s honestly the cutest dork

- Zach had to beat Bryce’s ass more than once because of his inappropriate comments about you

- Him secretly sneaking in your bedroom pretty much every night and leaving early in the morning after cuddles, causing him to be tired during the whole day at school

- He often missed his trainings because of that

- Being the reason why he often ditches his plans with the guys

- You’re the first person that comes to his mind when he needs to talk

- You’re basically the mom of the boys group

- Telling Bryce that he’ll end up in jail because of all the bullshits he does

- Hanging out a lot with Justin after school because he always makes you laugh which makes Zach extremely jealous

- Zach and the guys were watching the both of you laugh

- When you go ask him what’s up he gives you the silent treatment

- He avoids your gaze, only answers with Hmm.

- You eventually get that he’s jealous and hug him by behind as tightly as you can, and he tries to shove you away but you literally turned into a giant koala

- “(Y/N) stop.“  ”I won’t move unless you tell me what’s wrong

- He loudly sighed

- ”You’re always with Justin.“  ”Awh. Is my baby jealous ?you asked playfully as you kissed his neck, making him turn his head to the side.No. And don’t call me that.“  ”What ? Baby ?you mocked him.Stop.he tried to sound like he was mad.Baby, baby. You’re my baby.He sighed again and bit his lip to hide his smile.God you’re annoying.You snuggled your face in his neck and circled it as you left kisses on his skin. Zach, you’re the only one I’m in love with. You and only you. I love you. you said before leaving a kiss on his cheek. He sighed, smiled and finally took one of your hands and brought it to his mouth before leaving a kiss on it.I love you too idiot.

- Let’s say that the guys wouldn’t stop mocking you after that

- Wearing his jersey and attending all his games

- ”WOOO! THAT’S MY BOY, YOU GO BABY

- Catching all the attention on you doesn’t bother you at all, fuck everyone

- Keeping his little sister with him when his parents are out

- Him watching you in awe as you listen to her sister talking about her friends while she tries to braid your hair

- His sister absolutely loves you and always asks Zach about you

- Zach being pretty sure that you’ll end up married in the future

- You always being there for him, even more when he discovers the tapes

- Receiving drunk texts of him when you can’t be at one of Justin’s party

- You calling Alex and asking him to keep an eye on Zach, just in case he does stupid things

- You’re the one who explains to Justin that Jessica won’t take him back and that you completely agree with her, but that you’ll still be there for him, no matter what

- Justin hugging you really tightly after that and of course, Zach saw it.

- But he quickly calmed down when you tell him why you shared a hug

- Having one of his shirt that you always bring with you on holiday so when you sleep you can smell his scent as if he was with you

- Having tons of adorable, funny, cute, awkward and weird selfies of the other in your phones

- Zach pouted when he discovered the awkward selfie of him as your lock screen but he secretly loved it

- You don’t fight often but when you do it’s like a "let’s see who can hurt the other the most” game

- Which results as you both not talking to the other for a day

- Then he sends you a pic of him with a pouting face with and a “don’t you wanna talk to your favorite idiot? :(” text

- “I love you.” *kiss on your lips* “So” *kiss on your nose* “Fucking” *kiss on your cheek* “Much.” *kiss on your forehead*

- Him being a fool for you

- Bear hugs

- Hands holding

- Unexpected gifts from the both of you

- Helping him preparing his biology tests

- You once offered him your pen that just ran out of ink and said “It reminded me of how empty your brain can be sometimes

- Justin died of laughter that day

- He pouted all day

- You’re just the cutest couple of all times

- Everyone ships you

- You’ve been elected the king and queen of the prom

Originally posted by pitterpratter

–> DATING ALEX STANDALL WOULD INCLUDE <–

–> DATING JUSTIN FOLEY WOULD INCLUDE <–

Nursey is so wrapped up in saying goodbye to the graduating seniors that he doesn’t notice Dex and Bitty disappear until Chowder pokes him in his ribs with a grin. “You’re gonna pretend to be surprised, right?”

Nursey is already surprised, and confused, but doesn’t say so.

When they get back to the Haus half an hour later, taking the long route at Chowder’s insistence, everything looks the same as it always does. That is until Nursey makes his way up to Lardo’s old room, determined to figure out what he’s apparently supposed to already suspect.

“Shit,” Dex curses when he spots him. “Uh, hey? Fuck. I mean. What’s up, Nurse?”

Nursey blinks several times in quick succession, but the image of Dex in the middle of hanging custom bookshelves on the back wall of their soon-to-be-shared-bedroom while surrounded by at least five of Nursey’s favorite baked goods doesn’t go away. “…I literally don’t even know where to start, bro.”

Dex’s head drops down with a beleaguered groan. There’s a number two pencil stuck behind one ear and a hammer hanging from one of his belt loops. It’s a good look on him.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Nursey adds.

“You weren’t supposed to know I installed this,” Dex mutters, eyes trained on the floor.

“And the pies?”

“That was mostly Bitty. I only made one of them.“ Dex shrugs a shoulder stiffly. "Well. One and a half.”

“And did you make me shelves too?”

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I don’t even know. I was taking a walk today and this idea popped into my head. I swear I’m still writing the bookstore AU, too. Also, *pops confetti*, I hit 2k followers today! Who ARE all you guys? Anyway, this fluff/ridiculousness is for you. ~1.6k words, rated G. Sterek, of course.

now also on AO3

The whole thing starts with Stiles really, really craving a meatball sub from the place across the street.

“God, someone shut him up,” Erica groans. They’re all kind of at their breaking point by now; they’ve been camped out in this meeting room all day, brainstorming. “He’s been talking about the same goddamn sandwich for seven and a half minutes now, and it’s making me hungry.”

“If only our ad campaign were about sandwiches, Stilinski would have it in the bag and we could all go home,” Isaac sighs.

From across the table, Derek rises abruptly to his feet and storms out. (Or maybe it’s just that Stiles always interprets everything Derek does as stormy. With those eyebrows, it’s hard not to.)

Stiles assumes he’s just gotten so fed up with them all that it’s either storm out or kill someone, and he’s just grateful Derek chose Door Number 1. It’s a good day not to get killed by Derek Hale.

Only, fifteen minutes later he comes back in. With a paper bag from the deli.

As soon as he gets within grabbing distance, Stiles practically collapses across the table in his haste to reach for it. “Oh my god, is that what I think it is?”

Derek holds it up over his head. “Who says this is for you? Maybe all your talk inspired me to go get a meatball sub of my own.”

“Oh, please. Like anyone with your abs eats meatball subs.” Stiles leaps to his feet on his swivel chair—because screw safety, Derek will catch him if he starts to topple over—and snatches the bag out of Derek’s grip. Derek doesn’t fight him for it very hard.

“Why don’t I get a meatball sub?” Erica whines, thumping her head down on her notebook. “Doesn’t anyone love me?”

Derek shrugs and takes his seat again. “You didn’t ask.”

“You just like Stilinski better,” she grumbles, and Derek just shrugs again.

Meanwhile, Stiles rips into the bag and takes a huge bite out of the gloriousness that is this sandwich. He can’t help throwing in a few theatrical moans just to taunt Erica, and she suitably rewards him with a glare of death across the table.

“Mmm,” Stiles says. “Derek, I love you so much, dude. Marry me.”

Instead of the grumpy eyebrows he expects, Derek meets his eye, leans back smugly in his chair, and says, “Okay.”

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Milkshakes

Archie Andrews imagine request for anon

You remembered snippets.

You could remember arriving to the party with Archie at your side and you remembered the first shot of that cheap spiced rum that Reggie had at the makeshift bar in his parent’s basement – but besides that all you had were snippets.

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Let Me Help

Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much

Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.

A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)

- M xo

(Gif not mine, credit to owner)

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer. 

Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?

You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.

You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.

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Need a hand (Zach DempseyX Reader )

Originally posted by oliviagrey3

Request; Hey could you do  a  Zach Dempsey smut where you find him jerking off and offer to help him. Also i really love the Musical fingers imagine.Btw I don’t know if you do 13rw Characters but if you don’t you could just turn it into a reggie mantle one Thanks in advance.

A/N; Let me tell you guys how this is another version of this imagine because the first one I  was doing  my computer shut down in the middle of it so I had to  rewrite the whole thing but  yesss   I do 13rw imagines I love that show and all the characters.In other news I write other things not just smut. I can write fluff romance drama just tell me what you want  sis or bro. Idk ask for a part 2 if yah want i lowkey feel this is short but at the same time long idkk

REQUEST ARE OPEN

Warnings;smut,sin, sin,sin ,more sin, jacking off ,blowjobs  blah, blah, blah

Part two

Originally posted by theworldisworthagif

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon one of those day in April when the weather is cooperating. A day meant to go out , the park. shopping , walking  it doesn’t matter as long as you go somewhere to enjoy the weather.Where was I going not anywhere I wished to go. I was walking down the street no not on my way to the park to enjoy this lovely warm weather instead I was stuck studying for a final tomorrow with my study partner Zach Dempsey. Yes you heard right the Zach Dempsey star player of the basketball team.Unlike his teammates he was actually I laid back guy.He knew what mattered.He was pretty smart for a sports guy, He worried about his grades as much as he worried about sports.He wanted to be a biologist or something like that. He told me on one of our study session, I honestly can’t remember correctly maybe I was too busy drooling over the hottie, maybe that’s the problem I’m too  distracted by him. I mean the guy is fit from head to toe, I guess sports really do pay off. Oh if he knew the dreams I have about him and how I fantasize over his lips being on  mine. Zach and I have weird friendship  we are always flirting with each other and making sexual innuendos but we have never made contact that wasn’t just the friend type even though I wished we had. I was early to our study date I was sure Zach wouldn’t mind my parents went out and I didn’t want to be home alone. Zach has texted me earlier to just walk in when I got there. Zach parents were out of town and they took  his little sister with them so it was just going to be me and Zach.I reached the long driveway of the Dempsey home and decided to let myself in.Walking up the driveway I remember all the time Zach has come to open the door for me.How  he’s always wearing a shirt that hugs his bodily perfectly showing off all his muscles and how his sweatpants always hang low on his hips. He looks mesmerizing each time. I reach the door opening it slowly trying to  remember the way to Zach’s room. I’ve been in this house couple of time but the house is a mansion figuring out your way through it is like trying to get out of a maze each time.Making my way up the endless stairs I start to remember the way to his room. When I reach the top of the stairs I hear a something that sounds exactly like a moan. Immediately  I regret my decision of showing up early. What if Zach had someone over? I wouldn’t want to interrupt anything.My mind told me to get out of there but my feet wouldn’t listen they had a mind of their own and I slowly walk towards the door Zach moans got louder and I gotta admit they sounded enticing.Tempted to see what was happening inside I decided to look through the breach of the door. The view was captivating and alluring, Zach was pleasing himself his muscles clenching his hair was damped  and little droplets of sweat decorated his forehead and his eyebrows were furrowed.His hand moving up and down his exquisite cock and in that moment I desired that my mouth was his hand. As a gasp left his mouth I couldn’t hold it any longer my heart palpitated and I felt my body heat up the place in between my legs throbbing for attention.A sudden wave of confidence flowed through me as I stepped into the room speaking up.

“ Need a hand “ I say confidently

Zach is shocked he pulls his pants up in one swift movement turning the chair to face the opposite way that i’m standing.

“ wha… what did you say ?” he says stuttering

I start walking towards him “I asked if you needed help with that” I said standing in front of him. I sit on  his lap and slowly kiss his jawline

Originally posted by relacion-goals

“ like I said I could help but only if you want” I swing my legs to straddle him and get close to his ear I start nibbling on it slightly “Let’s be honest Dempsey you want this as much as I do so what are you waiting for” I say and I start kissing his jawline again.He grabs my hips firmly making me me grind on his bulge. I let out a gasp from the sudden contact. we craved each other. I look up at him his eyes darker full of lust the intensity between us growing. He harshly pulls my face to his crashing our lips together  and a surge of electricity runs through me.The kiss was passionate and lustful at the same time. Like we had been waiting for this forever and like it will last for eternity. I pull away short of breath and see Zach smirking.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that for” he says panting.I get on my knees making eye contact with him eager to have his luscious cock in my mouth my core burning with desire at every touch.I glidle my hand across his bulge and he hisses. I massage it slowly through his boxers. The anticipation of having him in my mouth is killing me but I also want to tease him. I slowly pull down his sweats and he kicks them off he’s only in boxers now giving me a better view.I take off his boxers looking up at him and batting my lashes I take him in my hands and he bucks his hips upward putting more of himself in my hand I pump him a few times before putting his savory tip in my mouth  a suck the tip slowly and he lets out a throaty moan. I take him in my mouth as much as I can slowly bobbing my head up and down  he starts thrusting his cock in my mouth making me moan which sends vibrations onto him.He forcefully pulls my hair into a pony tails guiding me. He hits the back of my throat and I gag. I can hear him cursing under his breath and I know he’s close. The view is consuming , he’s furrowing his eyebrows his mouth slightly open letting string of curse words fall from it once in awhile I moan at the thought of having him come undone inside my mouth. I feel him twitch so I moan again. I feel his milky liquid in my mouth and  I greedily savor his taste, his delicious cock still throbbing in my mouth.He lets go of my hair I wipe the corners of my mouth and get up.I sit on his lap again pulling his lips to mine kissing him passionately.

“Damn Y/N I didn’t know you were such a freak”

he says still short if breath

“Actually there a lot of things you don’t know about me Dempsey” I say smirking.I get up from the chair and start walking towards the door but Zach grabs me and throws me on the bed pinning me down.

“now its my turn to make you feel good” he says kissing my neck

Originally posted by sensuous

How them 2000s live actions kids shows be
  • Normal Girl: *internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
  • *at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
  • Normal Girl: *staring deeply into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: Ahoy! What're you doing?
  • Normal Girl: Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
  • Best Friend: Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
  • Normal Girl: What are you even talking about?
  • Best Friend: I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
  • *at the mall*
  • Normal Girl: *internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
  • Best Friend: ...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
  • Normal Girl: Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
  • Best Friend: OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
  • *the normal girl and her best friend squee*
  • Normal Girl: *externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
  • Chad: Uh, okay.
  • Normal Girl: Did I just say that out loud!?
  • Chad: *sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
  • Best Friend: Have you murdered somebody?
  • Normal Girl: Do you need a girlfriend?
  • Chad: No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
  • Normal Girl: *internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
  • Chad: You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
  • Best Friend: Haha, truuuuuu!
  • Normal Girl: I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
  • Chad: Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
  • Best Friend: You do talk to fish.
  • Normal Girl: I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
  • *at the shore*
  • Chad: Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
  • Best Friend: Simmer down, aqualad!
  • Chad: Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
  • Normal Girl: We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
  • Chad: Does it involve you talking to fish?
  • Normal Girl: Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
  • *the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
  • Normal Girl: *falls over limp*
  • Best Fried: She died.
  • Chad: Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
  • Best Friend: *lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
  • Chad: *strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
  • Chad: *runs into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: *kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
  • Best Friend: *walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
  • Best Friend: *yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
  • *back at the shore*
  • Porpoise: *beaches itself*
  • *a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
  • Normal Girl: There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
  • Normal Girl: *looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
  • Normal Girl: *kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
  • Normal Girl: *spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
  • Normal Girl: *sighs*

miraculance  asked:

Hey, happy birthday! :) How about a drabble based on that prompt that went around once, about lance's feelings being enhanced by some space flower and he spends a day or two mooning over keith with keith thinking it's just a temporary thing? I hope you had a great day!

i’ve never seen this prompt so it might not be exactly right but here you go! 

“He’s gonna be fine,” Pidge reassures Keith for the hundredth time, but Keith isn’t sure he believes her. “Stop asking if you’re not gonna believe me,” she adds, which makes him squint suspiciously at her. “I’m not reading your mind, you’re just obvious. So is the reason you’re asking me about this over and over.” 

“I’m just – Lance is a paladin, we need him to be functional to be a team,” Keith says, crossing his arms. He glances across the room where Coran is talking to Lance, still surprised when he meets Lance’s eyes despite the fact that Lance has been staring at him since they got back to the castle. Lance doesn’t blink, doesn’t even look embarrassed to be caught staring – he just grins brightly at Keith and waves a little. Keith flushes hot and then glares at Pidge when she laughs. “He’s not okay, Pidge, look at him.” 

“Looks normal to me,” Pidge mutters. Keith shoots her a look and she sighs. “It was just some weird space plant that messed with his neurotransmitters. It’s not dangerous, it’ll work through his system in a day or so. Coran isn’t worried, you shouldn’t be either.” 

But Keith does worry, especially when Lance sits close to him in the common area later and says, “Hey.” His voice is low, and it strokes down Keith’s spine like a fingertip. He shivers a little, but looks up at Lance despite himself. 

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” Lance says dismissively. “I wanted to spend time with you.” He ducks his head and peers at Keith. “You know, you’ve got really pretty eyes.” 

“I – what?” Keith stammers, feeling his face heat up.

“You’re really cute,” Lance says, smiling. It’s not a smirk, not the way it usually is when Lance flirts with people. He looks like he’s saying something as if it were a well-known fact, a given. “You worrying about me is especially cute.” 

“I–” Keith says, at a loss for words. “I – this is just that plant thing talking–” 

“Plant thing? I was talking about you, Keith,” Lance says, brow furrowing. “Are you feeling okay?” He scoots closer and puts a hand against Keith’s forehead. Keith can feel his ears burning. “You’re warm,” Lance murmurs. 

“I’ve got to – I have to go now,” Keith says loudly. He stands up, and ignores the vaguely hurt pout Lance sends his way, and barricades himself in his room for the rest of the night. You have pretty eyes echoes over and over in his head throughout the rest of the night.

The next morning, Lance doesn’t show up to breakfast. After a while, Hunk begs for Keith to take him something to eat in case he started feeling ill. When Keith protests, saying someone else should go, Pidge says, “You were the one worrying about him.” 

So Keith knocks on Lance’s door with a bowl of good in one hand, and it stays closed for a disconcertingly long time, until eventually it whooshes open. Lance takes one look at him and turns scarlet. 

“Oh god,” he says, sounding terrified. 

“Um,” Keith says, because this is the exact opposite reaction he was expecting. 

“Oh my god,” Lance repeats. He covers his face with his hands and sighs. “Of course. Okay, yeah, might as well.” He takes the bowl of goo from Keith and sets it on a table near the door. He faces Keith again and looks him dead in the eye. “I’m sorry about last night.” 

Keith’s stomach sinks, any lingering hope that maybe it hadn’t been the plant dissipating immediately. “Right,” he says quietly. “Of course.” 

“It was really inappropriate,” Lance continues, looking pained. “We’re – you and I are partners, and friends, and that stupid plant just made me say things that I’ve been – I didn’t want you to find out like that, and I’m sorry–”

“Wait,” Keith says, frowning. “Find out – what do you mean?”

“That plant thing made me say whatever was on my mind,” Lance says. “Like, not a truth serum thing but just – my inhibitions were lowered. Didn’t – didn’t Pidge explain it to you?” 

“No,” Keith says, but he really had been paying more attention to Lance than Pidge, to be fair. 

“Oh my god,” Lance groans, running a hand through his hair. “I could have just – you didn’t know. But now you know. God, I look like such an idiot–” 

He looks so miserable that Keith can’t help but reach out, touching his arm gently. Lance goes completely still and looks at him, wide-eyed. “Uh,” Keith says, heart beating out of his chest. “It’s, um, cute. You – worrying. About me.” It’s not nearly as smooth as Lance had been, but Keith doesn’t have the advantage of being loose-lipped because of some weird space plant. 

Lance gapes at him, but only for a moment – after a second of comprehension, a smile starts at the corners of his mouth and curls in. He’s still flushed, but he looks more like the Lance Keith is used to. “Well,” Lance says, leaning against his door. “What else do I look cute doing?” 

“Ugh,” Keith says, but he’s grinning too. 

Child/teen Lance is one of my favorite tropes, so I was really happy to get a prompt like this. In fact, there was so much that I’m going to have to split this into two or three parts. Enjoy! (Also, I’m going to try to have most Spanish dialogue described, not spoken, so I don’t mess up as much. Please correct me on any mistakes!)

(Part 1- You’re here!) (Part 2)

The mission had begun without a hitch. Lance and Keith were to fly down and inspect the seemingly empty planet; the radar had shown that there were rare alloys used for repair found in the caves beneath the surface. They had flown in cautiously and gone exploring among the jungle-esque environment.

“There’s probably not even anything here,” Lance complained as the duo forced their way through the thick foliage. “We should have just gotten the metal or whatever and booked it. I must have gotten at least three types of bug bites since we landed, and I-” 

“Shut up,” Keith snapped. “We still don’t know if it’s empty, so I’d really appreciate some peace and quiet until we’re in the clear.” 

“That’s my point, mullet, I’m absolutely certain that there’s-”

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Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 2)

sorry it took so long! special thank u to Ashley (@thesaltyspice) for helping me come up with ideas for this a million years ago xx

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

[Following anyone/everyone who leaves some form of thoughtful feedback x]

- Knuckles Playlist


“Look at that one.”

“That one over there?”

“Yeah,” you confirm with a pout. “I want it.”

Ashton chuckles and looks to you at his side. “That’s the fourth dog you’ve said you wanted since we got here.”

It’s true, but you can’t help it. You always get dog-envy at the farmers’ market, exposed to too many cute pups at once for your little heart to handle.

“We should get one,” you say passively, adoring a large german shepherd trotting by with its owner. “Y'know, if we ever live together.”

Ashton smirks, turning his head. “I love how you’re not even worried about scaring me with plans for the future.”

Your cheeks redden, having not noticed the implications when you said it. It’s only been three months since the fight that started it all, since you and Ashton agreed to give your relationship a title, and you suppose you should be more careful about vocalizing your whimsical thoughts. Your guard just naturally falls around him, the pressure to play safe wiped away by his equal and obvious feelings toward you. Talk of commitment doesn’t affect him the way it does most people. If Ashton was going to run, he would’ve done so by now.

You glance down at his fingers between yours, smiling because you don’t think he’s let go of your hand all day. With his hectic training schedule for another upcoming fight and your demanding attendance at university four days a week, the two of you have recently been missing each other more than actually seeing each other, and it appears Ashton wants to make up for lost time in the form of suffocating your palm–not that you mind. For someone whose fists can be classified as lethal weapons, he has quite a gentle grip when it comes to you.

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The Proposal part 1 |M|

You’re tired of being alone for years without a boyfriend so you propose a deal to Jimin.

Originally posted by zynpyzkcu

word count: 5.2k

tags: smut for days, fluff(in later chapters), angst(in later chapters), badboy!Jimin, collegeAU!Jimin


Your heart would’ve jumped right out of your chest if not for your ribs that confined them because your heart was beating so fast. As you walked down the steps with stiff legs, your eyes were settled on the man who sat just a few rows ahead of you. You took in the his outfit–a simple over-sized black hoodie and ripped denim jeans. He was shoving his belongings inside of his black backpack as you approached him.

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A Life Less Ordinary by Jebiwonkenobi

It takes a few years but eventually they manage to agree on something; Derek Hale is an asshole, and Stiles Stilinski is in love with him.


Burn by night by thebrotherswinchester

Sheriff Stilinski has been kidnapped by Alpha werewolves. As bait. For his own son.


Cupboard Love by mklutz

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.


Daddy’s Do’s by apocryphal

“Hi Mr. Stilinski!” Lydia said pertly. “My name’s Lydia, and this is my daddy. His name is Derek Andrew Hale and he watches all of your videos on YouTube a lot, but he still can’t braid.”

[Stiles is a celebrity YouTube hairstylist. Derek may or may not have a crush. Lydia just wants a French braid for school picture day.]


Everything’s Better Under the Sea by tryslora

Everything changes when Derek goes under while surfing, hits his head on a board, and sees a man with a tail swimming away. He wants to know who that was, and what it has to do with Beacon Hills, the one place he never meant to come back to.

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One night // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: you’re in a relationship but you’re in love with Shawn- the only reason you’re not with him is because you’re scared of being hurt. One night things get heated between you and Shawn and feelings are confessed.

Requested: YASSS

Authors note: sooooo this is new


“So how’s Jeff?” his eyes glint mischievously as he turns to look at me, our attention quickly focusing on the other rather then the movie.

“Jeff?” I hum, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You know, your boyfriend?” the way he says it makes shivers crawl up my spine.

“He’s good,” I murmur, turning away from him.

“Just good?” he prods, nudging my side with his elbow making me squirm.

“He’s amazing,” I sigh, looking back a him. “He’s so kind and patient, never rushes me into anything I don’t want to do.” I pause, my eyes locked onto Shawn’s, his face blank of emotions.

“He listens to me, I listen to him. We work well together,” 

“Do you think he might be the one?” Shawn questions just above a whisper.

No words come out my mouth as I stare at him. Was my relationship with Jeff endgame? I had no clue.

“Why would you ask me that?” Instead comes out my mouth.

“Curious,” he whispers and in that moment it felt like the room heated up. It felt like the skin of my thigh that was resting against Shawn’s was on fire.

“I don’t know, its too soon,” I whisper back, unaware that I was moving closer to him.

“You’ve been dating for 7 months,” Shawn states, reciprocating my movement.

“Does that mean I have to know now?” I asks sarcastically and Shawn smirks.

“Its usually a good clue for a relationship,” Shawn looks like he wants to say something else.

“Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t,” I shrug. There was tension in the room, something that was unsaid between our friendship that was bound to come out soon. That time seemed to be now.

“Do you love him?” Shawn’s eyes blaze at the question, passion glowing in them.

“I don’t know,” I breathe the words, my face inches from his. I hadn’t even realize we’d gotten this close. The last time I’d been in a position like this with him was 9 months ago- before Jeff- where Shawn and I had kissed.

Deep in my soul, I knew I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to feel his heated lips pressed against my own as my hands trailed up his back to tangle in his hair. I shouldn’t want this- crave this, especially when I had Jeff.

“Why did you run away from me last time?” Shawn asks me quietly, immediately I know he’s thinking about the same thing I am.

“I..” I can’t find the words again. “I was scared,” 

He freezes, his nose brushing the tip of mine and my cheeks burn at the contact, his presence did things to my body that never occurred when I was with Jeff. 

“Of me?” his eyes drop to my lips before flicking back up.

“I don’t think I could ever be scared of you Shawn,” the thought making a smile appear on my face at the absurd question.

“Then what?” His tone is soft, weary. This is the most we’ve ever talked about it. After our moment of passion I had fled- not wanting to see Shawn. After that searing kiss I had buried my emotions in fear of being hurt by him. 

“I didn’t want you to break my heart,” I gulp, the truth finally out in the open.

“Y/n, I would never dream of breaking your heart,” Shawn whispers, his hands reaching up to cup my face.

“I know,” For some weird reason I’m crying. Shawn however, simply wipes away the fallen tears.

“The last thing I want is to see you hurt because of me,” he whispers. Jeff doesn’t even cross my mind as my best friend inches closer to me until his lips are about to brush mine.

“I wish that what I knew now, I knew ages ago,” he says and its like time has frozen, its just me and him.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble and he smiles but it looks fake.

“I wish you were mine, I know I’m selfish to want this when you have a boyfriend but you do crazy things to me,” His words pull me in until its like I’m drowning in them.

“There’s nothing wrong-” I don’t even bother finishing my sentence, my breathing rugged as his hands crawl to hold my waist, my skin feeling hot where his thumb lazily rubs the exposed area.

“One night,” he mutters, to himself or me I’m unsure. “I want you for one night, all mine,” 

Then his lips are upon mine and its everything I’ve imagined from last time. He tastes the same, minty with a slight hint of the tea he always seems to be drinking.

My hands are in his hair as he’s pulling me closer, his lips feverishly pressing into mine and I’m shaking from the feeling of his body against mine. 

Not once do I think of my boyfriend as Shawn picks me up, carrying me to his bedroom to place me on the bed. 

I don’t think about how he’s at home right now, trusting me, as my shirt is being discarded on the floor. 

I don’t think about how he’s been perfect in every aspect that a boyfriend could be as my jeans are peeled off my legs and Shawn crawls between them, his skin flush against mine.

All that crosses my mind is how Shawn is here, right now, kissing me, holding me, touching me. Friends don’t do this. Friends don’t feel this way about each other. A girlfriend doesn’t feel this way when she’s in a relationship with someone else.

Shawn’s damp forehead presses against mine as he raises his arms to press my hands against the mattress, entwining our fingers together as I cry out softly at the feeling of Shawn.

“I’m in love with you,” My eyes snap to meet his in the dimly lit room, his eyes filled with adoration and love. Just like Jeff’s.

“I love you,” I can’t help but whimper back at him. He murmurs it again, repeating it over and over as the night slowly fades away and the morning approaches.

When I wake up, he’s not next to me. I sit up, my stomach a mess of emotions. I slept with Shawn. That same sentence on loop inside my head.

Chucking a shirt over my head I make my way to the kitchen where I hear Shawn’s voice.

“Yeah no sorry she’s still here, she fell asleep and it was late,” his tone is impassive and I feel my stomach drop to the floor.

“Yeah I’ll tell her you called, bye,” He puts his phone on the bench, running his hands through his hair and tugging on the ends in a stressful manor.

“Shawn?” I ask softly. He turns around at my voice.

“Hey,” He smiles at me.

“Who was that?” My voice tremors, both of us knowing that I already knew the answer.

“Jeff,” I still take a sharp intake of breath at the name.

“Y/n,” Shawn breaks the silence. “I want you to know that not for one second last night that anything I said was a lie, I meant every word,” he’s searching my face, looking for a sign that I feel the same.

“Shawn,” I whisper, I’m scared I’ve stuffed everything up.

“Y/n please, no, don’t tell me last night was a mistake,” He’s tearing up quickly and it makes my heart clench. “You told me you loved me,” His voice wobbles and it tips me over the edge.

“I’m sorry,” I sob, my hand wiping my watery eyes. “I’m so sorry,”

“No, no,” I’ve never seen Shawn cry until now. “Please don’t tell me you’re going back to him,”

“I never lied last night Shawn,” He tries to smile but fails miserably. “But I cheated Shawn, Jeff never deserved that.”

“I should have stopped it when I could have,” He turns away from me, his shoulders shaking slightly.

“Hey,” I walk over to him, placing a hand on his bare shoulder.

He turns slightly to me and I wipe away one of his tears and he sniffles, smiling, doing the same to me.

“Last night wasn’t a mistake for me, it was a mistake in a sense that we shouldn’t have done that when I was in a relationship but our feelings couldn’t stay hidden forever,” he pulls me into his chest as I comfort him with my words.

“I’m sorry about how it happened,” He mutters into my hair.

“I’m going to go home and talk to Jeff about everything, I just hope I haven’t ruined his trust in relationships,” I trail off, the guilt simmering in my stomach.

“We all make mistakes,” Shawn leans back to look at me, holding my face in hands. “You’re human and it happens, we can’t take it back,” A silence fills the room.

“I’m going to come back here tomorrow, we’re going to talk about us,” I tell him softly.

“There’s an us?” Shawn asks, shock written across his features.

“I love you, remember?”

The Golden Girl-Lip Gallagher Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Underage drinking, drug use, sensuality, sexual implications, and language

A/N: Y/O/B/F/N= your other best friend’s name

Originally posted by lipgallaghersaysfuckyou

   “Why didn’t I skip class today?” Mandy groaned, throwing her head back.

    “Because if you got caught skipping again, you would get suspended…again,” Lip muttered behind her.

    They were sitting in their eighth period British Lit class while Mr. O’Neil talked about some dead poet. Lip was only paying half attention since he already knew most of the information and he got good grades without even trying. He had a few more important things on his mind like Fiona and his other siblings and the trouble he and Ian could get into over the weekend. However, the other kids in the class could hardly afford zoning out in the way he did. 

    “…and that is how Edgar Allen Poe invented the modern detective story,” Mr. O’Neil concluded with a small smile under his wiry gray mustache. “Now, before you leave, I have to return your midterm essays.”

     “What’s the point? I know I failed,” Mandy muttered.

     “You never know. You could’ve gotten a D this time.”

      Lip smirked as Mandy turned around to slap his arm. It stung a little, but Lip laughed it off. 

       “We can’t all be weird geniuses like you.”

       “Most of you did not seem to grasp the concept I was looking for, which is confusing since all I requested was for you to dissect and analyze a piece of literature we previously discussed in class,” Mr. O’Neil said as he began handing back papers.

        A lot of the kids rolled their eyes, laughed, or groaned when they received their papers. It took a minute for Mr. O’Neil to get to Mandy and Lip.

       “I expect more from you, Miss Milkovich,” Mr. O’Neil said.

        “Have you met my brothers?” Mandy retorted.

        Mr. O’Neil cast a distaste look in her direction, but recovered a little as he handed Lip his paper. “Very good work, Mr. Gallagher.”

        “Thank you, Mr. O’Neil,” Lip said.

         Scrawled on top of his paper was a 90 along with the comment “Good work, Mr. Gallagher. Your input was interesting but the dissections were a bit off.”

          “Not bad, Gallagher,” Mandy muttered.

          “Thanks.”

          Lip couldn’t help but feel a little proud of himself. He was always the smartest person in the room, even though the room primarily consisted of idiots. It was nice to be reminded of it. 

          “Miss Y/L/N, I was quite impressed with your work. I have never read such original or thoughtful input on Emily Dickinson.”

          The girl had a small, wan smile on her lips as she accepted her paper. “Thanks, Mr. O’Neil.”

           “In fact, you scored the highest on this assignment.”

           Y/N smiled shyly yet again and muttered a polite “thanks” to the teacher as she placed her essay neatly in her English folder.

           “Looks like Little Miss Perfect beat you out,” Mandy teased in a whisper.

           “I’ll let her have it, this is probably the only pleasure she gets out of life besides reading and studying all the time,” Lip muttered.

             Y/N Y/L/N had to be the most innocent girl Lip had ever encountered and she was also his biggest competition when it came to academic standing. She was smart as a whip, but she didn’t flaunt it like Lip did sometimes. In fact, she mostly kept to herself, save for the two girls Lip saw her hanging around. Y/N was every parent’s wet dream: quiet, polite, kind, and a bit of an over achiever. She was the class president, captain of the debate team, and captain of the girl’s tennis team. In fact, the only trouble she probably got in was for jaywalking. Lip didn’t really have anything against her but he also didn’t really like competition.

           Finally, Mr. O’Neill released them, and Mandy and Lip were the first two out of the classroom.

          “Just admit it, Lip, you don’t like that Goody Two Shoes beat you out for the highest grade,” Mandy said.

          “It’s just a stupid essay, Mandy, besides, getting good grades is probably the only way Y/N could experience an orgasm,” Lip said.

          Mandy burst out laughing and Lip smirked deeply. “That is true, I don’t think Y/N would know what to do with a dick if she ever saw one.”
          As Mandy and Lip laughed, they were interrupted by someone running into Lip. 

          “Hey, watch where the f–ck you’re going,” he snapped.

          “Oh, sorry!” Y/N squeaked.

          Lip instantly regretted his words when he saw how Y/N clutched her book to her chest. “It’s fine, forget about it.”
          “Hey, Y/N,” Mandy said.

          “Hey, Mandy.” Y/N readjusted the strap of her messenger bag. “Have any fun plans for this weekend?”

          “I might go to a party or two. You?”

          “I am keeping my options open.” 

          “Y/N!” Y/B/F/N yelled from across the hallway.

          Y/N sighed a little. “I have to go, sorry about running into you like that, Lip.”

         “Don’t worry about it.”

          Y/N hurried off to meet her friend on the other end of the hallway and they immediately began giggling together. Y/B/F/N said something to Y/N that made her eyes widen and take a quick glance at Lip. When she saw that he was looking at her, she quickly turned back around to her friend, who began snickering.

           “Hello, earth to Lip?” Ian asked.

          “What?” He turned to face Ian and Mandy.

          “I was asking if we were still going to Rose Martin’s party tonight,” Ian said. 

          “Why wouldn’t we be?”

          “Because it’s in Old Town and we’re south side trash.”

          “Hey, we’re only trash if we think we’re trash, so stop thinking we’re trash,” Lip said.

          “Fine. Now tell me, what had you so distracted that you couldn’t answer me?” Ian asked.

         “Nothing.”

         “Bullsh-t!”

         Mandy smirked. “It was because of her wasn’t it?”

         “Who?” Ian asked.

         “Shut up, Mandy,” Lip said.

         “Y/N, Lip’s got a thing for her,” Mandy said.

         “Y/N Y/L/N? The same girl who cried when Eddie Carver kicked a baby rabbit over the school fence?” Ian asked.

         “That was third grade,” Lip said. “And I don’t like her like that.”
         “Why not? Because she’s too good for you?” Ian teased.

         “No, because she’s too f-cking innocent. It would be like being with a little kid all the time,” Lip muttered. 

          “I would believe you if you hadn’t been eye-f-cking her a second ago.”

        Lip didn’t respond, and he didn’t really know why he had gotten so defensive when Ian and Mandy began suggesting that he liked Y/N. He barely spoke to her except in passing and there was no way she would go for a Gallagher of all people. Somehow, he still found himself attracted to her innocent, shy nature. He would ruin her and she didn’t deserve that.



        Late that night, the party was in full swing at Rose Martin’s penthouse in Old Town, Chicago. Her father had won the lottery two months ago, so the penthouse was filled with gaudy art, strange mini statues that were considered art, and stainless, techy everything. Waka Flocka’s “It’s A Party” was blasting through the speakers as teenagers grinded to the beat throughout the penthouse. In the kitchen, a group of people were playing drinking games; the bathroom was dedicated to cocaine; the bedrooms were used for coitus; and the balcony was for the cigarette and pot smokers. Lip, Ian, and Mandy were in the living room in the middle of the chaos, dancing as they drank. Lip was near the threshold of being drunk, but was still in the place where the colorful lights didn’t transfix him and he still had control of himself. 

          “This is the best night ever!” Mandy shouted over the music.

           Ian and Lip shouted in response before they toasted her words and downed the vodka in their cups. It went down smooth since Rose could afford not to scrimp on the alcohol anymore.

         “I love Rose Martin!” Ian exclaimed.

         “You can’t, you don’t swing that way!” Lip shouted back.

         “F-ck it!”

        Lip and Mandy burst out laughing. In the midst of the madness, Mandy ended up grinding with some guy and Ian disappeared. Lip ended up wandering out of the living room and went outside to light up a cigarette. The sky was completely ink black with a few stars scattered in the mix. A few people were smoking pot or cigarettes around the balcony. In the corner was a group of girls wearing short dresses and skirts, giggling. One of them looked extremely familiar to Lip but he couldn’t put his finger on it. She flipped her y/hc ponytail and burst out laughing at something before turning around. Lip nearly dropped his cigarette.

        “Y/N?” he whispered.

        She was wearing an oversized blue button down shirt that managed to accentuate her curves with a pair of black over the knee boots. Her hair was pulled in a ponytail with a few strands falling around her face, which was made up in a tasteful fashion with gold eyeshadow bringing out her y/e/c eyes and blush to compliment her skin tone. She was holding a plastic cup filled with white wine and her friends had sneaky smiles on their faces when they saw Lip.

        “Lip!” Y/N stumbled over to him, managing not to spill a drop of her wine. “It’s so good to see you.”

       “What are you doing here?” Lip asked.

       “Drinking.” Y/N took a long swig of her drink to prove her point. 

       “I can see that, it’s just, this isn’t really your scene.”

       “I guess you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” She managed to smolder at him which managed to both amuse and arose Lip at the same time.

        “How many of those have you had?” Lip asked.

        “Don’t worry about it, Dad, I can handle my alcohol, see?” Y/N downed the rest of her wine and smiled.

         “Maybe you should go back to your friends.”

         “I’m sick of them, I want to talk to you.” Y/N leaned more of her weight into Lip and he paused to grab her. 

          He kept his lit cigarette between his lips as he pulled her to stand upright. “Fine, let’s talk.”

         “Can I try one of those?”

          “Why would you want to smoke?” Lip asked.

         “Because I can.”

          Lip looked at her skeptically before handing her cigarette and lighting it for her. Of course, Y/N almost immediately began coughing, making everyone turn to look at her and Lip. Lip shook his head as he patted her back.

          “You have to inhale deeper before you exhale, like this.” Lip showed her and Y/N nodded before following his lead. “See, it’s easy.”

          “Thanks,” Y/N said.

          “Geez, I feel like I’m corrupting you.”

          “You’re not. I’ve done a lot more than you think I have.”

          “What does that mean?”

         Unfortunately, Lip was interrupted by the strains of “Hips Don’t Lie” coming from inside. Y/N squealed. “I love this song!” 

          She tossed her cigarette down and ground it out with her toe before hurrying inside.

         “Y/N.” Lip got rid of his cigarette as well and followed Y/N’s lead.

         He almost immediately lost her but quickly spotted her dancing with Ian. They had created some sort of salsa two-step that mostly consisted of Ian twirling Y/N around and dipping her. Though Lip trusted Ian, he couldn’t help but feel protective over Y/N. It was strange how worrying about her sobered him up.

          “You’re being ridiculous; you barely know her,” he hissed to himself.

          He decided he needed another drink and headed into the kitchen. That’s where he found Mandy, mixing drinks at the kitchen counter while another group of people played flip cup.

           “Hey, stranger,” Mandy said as she poured a drink into a glass.

           “What made you hide out in here?”
           “Tyler Sanders’ hands kept wandering to places I did not want them to. I decided to see how good of a bartender I am.” Mandy handed him the glass she just poured.

           “Thanks.” He took a sip. “Not bad, what is it?”

          “Dirty martini.”

           “Of course. Did you know that Y/N was coming?”

           “No, but I saw Y/O/B/F/N leave the bathroom wiping her nose and figured Y/N had to be around somewhere. She is full of surprises.”

             “Yeah,” Lip muttered.

             “Do I need to make you another drink?”

              “Maybe later.”

             “That sour look on your face wouldn’t have anything to do with Y/N being into the party scene, right?”

             “Not really, it’s just weird seeing her drunk.”

            “I like it, it makes her more relatable. She’s not better than either of us.”

            “Of course she’s not. She goes to a Chicago public school.”

            “True, but maybe you’re so weirded out by it because you liked the idea of her being super innocent and you don’t like that you can’t be her first, well, whatever.”

             He hated how right Mandy was sometimes. While it was kind of cool to see Y/N let lose, Lip kind of liked the idea of making her do something bad just for him. He had no idea when those feelings started but seeing her act so drunk was bringing them out.

            After a couple more drinks, he and Mandy made their way back into the living room, where Y/N and Ian were the center of attention. It made sense since the openly gay Gallagher was grinding with the supposed sweetheart of the south side. 

             “Y/N’s got moves,” Mandy said.

             “Uh huh,” Lip said, trying to ignore the tinges of jealousy creeping up on him.

            However, everything came to a head when Y/N pulled Ian close and they began making out, causing everyone to scream and yell. That was the last straw. Lip quickly broke them up, much to the crowd’s chagrin.

             “What the hell, Lip?” Ian demanded.

            “Ian, you don’t know what you’re doing, you’re drunk and you have a boyfriend,” Lip hissed.

            “Not really, besides, Y/N’s a good kisser. Were you jealous?” Ian shot back.

              “Jealous? Why would you be jealous?” Y/N slurred. Then she grinned. “You wanna dance with me, Lip?”

                She wrapped her arms around Lip’s neck and leaned into him. Lip’s arms immediately wrapped around her waist out of instinct but he didn’t start dancing. Mandy and Ian had begun dancing together somewhere else in the room.

               “Y/N, you’re drunk.”

               “I wanna dance.” She turned around in Lip’s arms and began grinding against him, leaning her head against his chest.

               Lip gulped before hesitantly grinding with her, holding her hips and keeping her pressed against him. He didn’t know what got into him but he began kissing down the side of her neck. Then, he turned her to face him and grabbed her face in his hands and really looked at her. Her eyes were completely dilated but she was so beautiful.

                “I can’t do this.”

                 “Do what? Dance with me?” Y/N teased.

                “Not just that, it’s, you’re too perfect. You deserve better than this, better than me.”

                Lip moved to pull away from Y/N, but she grabbed him. Her eyes held a deep sincerity in them, albeit they were extremely dilated.

                 “You’re perfect,” she said with a large smile. 

                  “You’re drunk.”

                  “Yes, but I know that you’re funny, really smart, and loyal, a little impulsive, and a bit self-destructive. And you’re daring and really, really, really hot,” Y/N said.

                  “You really think all that about me?”

                   Y/N nodded. “Ever since second grade, but I thought I wasn’t cool enough for you, but I do go out sometimes and I have made many questionable decisions.”

                  Lip had a lot of questions, a majority of which had to do with what questionable decisions Y/N had made. But, all he could think about was how Y/N thought she wasn’t good enough for him. 

                 “You’re cool in your own way.”

                  “Now that’s a load of bullsh-t.” Y/N started laughing, a sound that made Lip smile.

                 He cupped her face in his hands again and slowly, she stopped laughing. Lip stayed quiet and leaned towards her slowly. Y/N closed her eyes, awaiting to be kissed only to be surprised when Lip kissed her on her forehead.

                 “You missed,” Y/N said.

                 “No. I want you to remember the first time I kiss you and you’re way too sh-tfaced to do that right now. If you still feel the same way about me when you’re sober, we can pick up where we left off.”

                 “But I want you now. I promise I won’t regret it.”

                 Lip didn’t listen to any of her protests as the night went on. So, they continued dancing, earning winks and rude gestures from Ian and Mandy. When the party was over, Lip took Y/N home to make sure she was safe. 

                “But who’s gonna walk you home?” Y/N asked as Lip helped her walk up the steps.

                  “I am.”

                “Why do you get to walk yourself home and not me?”

                “For one thing, I wouldn’t fall if you let go of my shoulders,” Lip said.

                Y/N huffed and leaned against her front door. Lip fished her keys out of her purse and unlocked the door for her. 

                “All right, now be quiet. The last thing we need is your parents coming after me.”

                Y/N nodded and wrapped her arms around Lip’s neck, giggling quietly. Before Lip could stop her, she pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek before pulling away. “Good night, Lip.”

               “Night, Y/N.”

               She slipped into her house and Lip closed the door behind her.

               All he could do now was pray that she felt the same way about him in the morning.

My fake boyfriend Part 1

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1056.

Warnings: Angst your ex is an ass, fuffly Bucky is a cute pie.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

Originally posted by sebjpeg

Bucky wakes up with someone shaking his shoulders, he groans annoyed not ready to get up yet “Leave me alone, Steve, I’m not gonna run with you today.” He hears someone laughing, he swears that is your laughter “It’s not Steve… it’s me.”

He opens his eyes, he sees your face in front of him and it feels almost like a dream having you in his bed “What are you doing here, doll?” You smile weakly at him “Sorry, Sam let me in; I just need to talk to someone.”

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Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ blowjob/ kinky play/ dirty language

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Third part: Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation.

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.

Setting: A follow-up to the first part of the story (Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating).


Sitting in your office and flipping pages of the documents that were supposed to be taken care of a long time ago doesn’t seem to be that appealing of an idea, but truth to be told, anything would be better than letting your memories of Jungkook’s desperate pleas and breathy moans fill your head. You shake your head in disapproval. They’re haunting you and they keep coming back even though you know damn well it’s so wrong. There is virtually no other word to describe these thoughts and the influence they’ve had on your daily routines since that memorable day. These thoughts have been so distracting, and much to your dismay, they don’t want to give you even a small break since that horrible and yet so ecstatic day. That day when you jerked off your adorable and oh so handsome childhood friend. Your worker. A guy four years younger who’s been crashing on you since he just as much as entered puberty… So innocently sweet… Hell, no. Without a doubt, Jeon Jungkook was anything but innocent when you caught him masturbating in your own bed. Once again, the mere reminiscence caused the beat of your heart to quicken unexpectedly. Words becoming blurry on the now creased sheet of paper. Wait a minute… Are your hands sweating?

Y: Oh, God girl… The hell are you thinking about again?

The question echoed in the room but there was nobody to give an answer to it. You’ve been staying away from that pretty and smiling face of Kookie for almost a week now. Fine, you’ve been giving him orders and made sure that he tended to some pressing matters concerning that flourishing (still a bit shady) business of yours. Providing, of course, that a mafia organisation can be labelled as such.
Nevertheless, you’ve been conflicted. It’s not like you doubted him. He’s never given you any reasons to question him or his feelings towards you. He’s been so caring and utterly devoted to you that it sickened your stomach the moment you realised that you’ve been acting like a fucking paranoid teenager. Funny thing… Maybe he isn’t the one who should try his best to prove his maturity? Another unanswered question…

You spaced out.
A knock on the door
And immediately you know it is him. It’s not like you have some mad clairvoyant skills but deep inside you know. You feel it must be him.
Three knocks. At first, it’s gentle but then it becomes more powerful and it speeds up. He’s never been the patient one, but he knows very well that loud banging angers you to no end. He’s not gonna risk that much today, although he adores the way your cheeks flush and the apparent irritation in your voice despite your best attempts to keep it all at bay when scolding him.

Y: Yes?

The door flings open and there he is. You didn’t plan to, you promised yourself you wouldn’t raise your eyes but sadly, they darted on their own in his direction. It was so quick, but damn you have a feeling he caught you in the act. The papers in your hand have never been more interesting than now. You could almost burn a hole with your gaze in this useless piece of writing.

J: I did what you asked me to. What now? Should I go and dispose of the guy? We’ve narrowed down his usual schedule and shit he does all day… I guess there’s no use waiting since he sure doesn’t waste his time stripping you of your money…

Y: No, that won’t be necessary. You’re free. I’ll have some other people deal with this.

A sharp intake of breath. Is he disappointed? Annoyed? You reach for another document from the stacked up pile resting on the desk.

J: I can handle this just as well as…

Y: It’s not to be discussed. You can leave. I’m working.

Your head ceremoniously propped on your hand, brows furrowed as if you were deeply analysing something.

J: As you wish. Is there anything else I can do for you, boss?

He’s angry. So angry. You can feel it hanging in the air. That tension that keeps both of you on the edge. Why is it so hard for you just to accept him? You’ve missed him so badly. Why can’t you say it out loud to that perfect boy?

Y: Are you deaf? I said you’re free.

J: Tsk…

Is this what you wanted to tell him? Your head up again. You can see his back as he reluctantly closes the distance between him and the doors. He’s like a sad and abandoned puppy now. But, no… He freezes for a moment and then energetically turns around to face you again. Of course… What have you been thinking? It’s Jeon Jungkook after all. He’ll never let go that easily. He’s proved you this so many times and yet it always makes your heart skip a beat whenever he puts up a fight to win you over.

J: Actually, fuck no. I won’t leave that room.

Y: Excuse me?

J: You heard me right, boss. You can’t be deaf, right?

That cheeky answer was certainly unforeseen and caught you off guard, to say the least.
He swiftly moved in the direction of the desk but he didn’t stop in front of it. Much to your astonishment, he went round it.

Standing tall and looking into your eyes. He’s furious. Suddenly, you realised it would be better to stand up too…

Y: I gave you an order Jeon Jungkook, aren’t you forgetting your place? You’re not in the position to talk to me lik…

J: If I am to be completely honest with you after you’ve palmed my dick enjoying the way I moaned your name I don’t think I am that much concerned about our boss and worker relation.

You’re blushing. No, no, no. Not now! Fists clenching so hard that it begins to hurt but you’re too numb and exasperated to notice.

Y: We’re at work and I expect you to do as I say. We’re not gonna talk about your dick, Jungkook.

J: Fine, then.

And he was smirking. That little bastard was smirking at you! Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned the dick part, though…

J: Why don’t we chat a little about that silly behaviour of yours then?

He pouted his lips, raising a finger to touch them. A much too exaggerated whine accompanying this little fake act.

J: Oh wait, I guess we can’t talk about this since your behaviour is very much connected to my dick too…

Y: What behaviour? Are you out of your mind, brat?

J: Like you avoiding me’ cause you’ve essentially jerked me off the other day?

Y: I’m not avoiding you. Don’t get some weird ideas. 

J: If that’s the case then you’ll be happy If I come to your place as I usually do, right noona?

Y: And what are we going to do? Play some video games?

You tried to tease him a little but it backfired on you pretty badly…

J: Well, I actually intended to play video games, but if it’s suddenly too childish for you then I guess we can do some more mature stuff.

The way he prolonged the word mature made you wanna rip him off to shreds. An eat-shitting grin plastered on his handsome face.

J: So, seeing you have no objections I assume we’re clear. I’ll be at your place around 8.

And then, that was totally unpredictable. He gently leaned in and placed an innocent and a bit shy peck on your cheek, smiling very softly at you. His intense stare getting a bit too long to handle. Chocolate brown eyes literally melting you down on the spot.

Y: Whatever, just get out already…

That incoherent mumble sounded way too weak even to your own ears. So it did for Jungkook, cause it seems he mustered up enough courage to cup your face with his slender hand.

Yes. His hand now placed on your right cheek. Fingers gently caressing and playing with your soft skin. Oh god, he smells so nice… You closed your eyes. His forehead now resting on yours. His hands are so cold and a bit sweaty. Is he that nervous?

J: You’re making me go crazy, girl. I’m thinking about you all the time. Don’t be so hard on me all I wanna do is to love you the way you deserve it.

Jungkook’s never been too fond of making such confessions but certainly, he’s been getting more and more open about the way he feels. He’s always preferred to act rather than talk but with you, he just can’t keep it all to himself.

You nodded in agreement, still averting his gaze. Your throat was so dry at this point that you didn’t want to risk any attempt at talking.

J: You’re so cute.

He beamed one last time and left the office leaving you all to yourself and more haunting thoughts. Only now it feels a bit different. Your belly feels strangely warm and it’s not all that bad if you were to admit. It feels exciting. How much time is it going to take till you finally see him in the evening? It’s going to be a long and painful day… That you know for sure.


Jungkook arrived earlier. The moment you heard the familiar knocking at the door your eyes scanned the computer screen in search for the clock widget.

7:54… Damn, he’s ahead of time.

You gulped. It’s hard to swallow again.

He gently opened the door and sheepishly slipped into your room. His eyes eyeing your small figure. You’re sitting on the bed trying so hard to look occupied, doing something on the laptop placed on your thighs.

J: Ssup, pretty girl?

He stopped in the middle of your room scratching the back of his head.

J: Don’t even tell me you are still working…

Y: Just a couple of e-mails. I got to make sure that the deal goes smoothly.

A loud whine.

J: But, noona! You promised me a date!

Y: Stop whimpering like a kiddo and just wait. Gosh…

J: Fine…

So dissatisfied. Like little children who always stamp their feet when they want to get something, He could do that now. Damn sure he could. You want to chuckle so badly but you bite your lip instead. He reluctantly plodded towards the bed and collapsed on it with such a force that it rocked against the wall.

He is laying down next to you with his head just beside your bare thighs. Hands stretched above his head in a defeated manner. He looks like a picture of misery. No, definitely patience is not one of his merits. Eyes boring holes in you trying to speed up the painful agony of waiting. He is scanning your face in the hope of hearing you say: Kookie, I’m done!. But no such thing happens.

J: Noona, I’m hungry.

Y: How can you be hungry after eating 4 cups of noodles?

J: Gahh… Why did I even text you about it…

Y: I wonder myself…

J: Oi! You’re mean!

Y: No waaaaaay!

And suddenly he turned to the side and before you could react his teeth sank into your delicate thigh. His arms holding your legs in place.

Y: Jungkook it hurts!

J: Khe hehe heh…

Surely he would laugh even louder but he can’t because he’s too busy with nibbling at your soft flesh. The struggle to free yourself from his firm grasp quickly turns out to be pointless. That bastard is just too strong and heavy.

Y: Alright, alright I get it! 

More little bites followed

Y: Stop! I have ice cream! You can…

He raised his head visibly excited. His eyes even bigger than they usually are. So shiny… Wait… But his hands are still sneakingly stroking your inner thighs, aren’t they?

J: Now you’re talking! Our favourite flavour?

Y: Yeah…

J: Gonna eat them all.

He let out his infamous evil man cackle while jumping to his feet and running straight to the kitchen to fetch your favourite little treat. Not much time has passed and once again he enters the room with a joyous expression on his face carrying a big carton of ice cream and two spoons. One of them already in his face.

J: They mgmg re asgreeeat as evee…

Y: Jungkook I literally did not get a thing. Can you take the spoon out while you’re talking to me?

A silent nod. He scooped another portion of ice cream and devoured it quickly before answering.

J: Sure! I was telling they’re as great as ever!

Y: Good… I’m glad.

Once again he came to sit next to you on the bed.

J: Here, have a bite.

A spoonful of ice cream appeared in front of your face and he almost forced it down your throat. It’s so yummy…

Y: Mhmm…

J: Good, innit?

You smile warmly at him. He’s so precious. Baby bun.

You continue doing your job while observing the way he eats. Such an appetite. He makes sure to feed you too. It seems that each and every time he gives you more and more ice cream on the spoon. The entire carton disappears in no time. He lets out a satisfied moan.

J: So delicious!

Y: True.

You click the send button and it seems that there is nothing left to do? Maybe you should also check the monitoring cameras just one last time before you turn off the laptop…

J: Is this what you meant by “mature stuff”? It is boring as fuck. I hoped for something more entertaining.

Y: It’s not a fucking circus, brat.

J: Last time you were more entertaining, boss.

You shot him a glare and noticed how he licked his lips to get rid of the remaining ice cream. Although, it looked more like teasing. Yes, such a little tease.

J: Ahh… My hands are cold.

He kept on rubbing them in order to warm them up.

Y: It didn’t bother you while you were holding a carton of ice cream.

J: Now, that’s a different thing.

Y: How is that a different thing, smart-ass?

J: I was too busy to notice and I think I know even a better way of distracting myself.


He moved in your direction and positioned himself behind you. Arms immediately wrapping around your waist and hands slowly creeping under your strapless pink top. You put down the laptop. It seems like you won’t get to checking the monitoring system, after all.

J: It’s not fair. I fed you with ice cream and now my hands are freezing. Why don’t you warm me up a little, baby girl?

His slender fingers start rubbing circles around your belly button to let you adjust to the unpleasant sensation of his cold touch. Your belly muscles flex in response and he can literally feel how goosebumps start forming on your skin because of his intrusive fingers. You reach to grab his hands.

Y: I didn’t ask for any ice cream, did I?

J: You’re gonna suffer the consequences of your actions anyway.

Y: Oh, really? Whatcha gonna do, Kookie? Should I be scared?

The nickname stirred him up a little. It’s rare for you to address him so fondly. Last time you called him this way he ended up cumming into your hand…

He decided not to hesitate anymore. You’re going to be all his tonight and he’ll definitely return the favour from the other day.

J: How about you stop that jabbering, noona? Do you want to try me? You know I never back down from a challenge.

Y: Tempting… I feel like I might, actually.

You didn’t have to say anything more to get a reaction from him. All the time he has been breathing against your neck and now you feel your body being roughly pressed to him. Cold hands clutching on your tummy pushing you back on him with all his force. It isn’t gentle at all.Your breath hitches and a small whimper escapes your mouth. He lowers his head and traces your collarbones with his lips applying some pressure on the way. He stops and then he unexpectedly bites you, just like he did with your thighs. It dawns on you that you’re completely trapped between his rock hard thighs. Rock hard thighs that squeeze on you harder and harder to hold you still, exactly how Jungkookie wants. He rocks his hips into your back. Hands forcing you to arch in his direction. He continues to repeat the pleasurable movement. After a couple of thrusts, you stop counting because you’re more focused on Jungkook’s heavy breathing. He got hard. You can feel his erection even through the thick fabric of his ripped jeans. He pushes one last time and you do your best to hit him hard right where he needs it.

J: Fuck, yes…

Y: Kookie?

J: You gotta stop baby girl, I can’t cum so early.

His head propped on your shoulder, arms embracing you so tightly that it is hard to breathe. His smell is intoxicating and you let yourself drown in it, fully relaxing into his arms.

Y: Who says you can’t, Kookie? It felt so nice when you came for me last time. I want you to come again… and again.

J: Tonight I need you to cum for me, mmkay? I want to make you feel good too. I’ve been thinking about this all the time, noona…

He is purring these words into your ear. Shivers run down your spine. He starts licking at your neck. Very slowly. He sucks on the skin and then he carefully bites down on it eliciting a moan from you.

J: You didn’t give me a chance to pay you back. You can’t avoid me like that. Do you have any idea how it made me feel? I was going crazy… Fuck…

He broke the embrace and knelt down spinning you around to face him. He pushed you back on the bed and crawled on you. His hips immediately grinding against your pussy. You wrapped your legs around him encouraging him to go on.

Finally, he is kissing you. So sensually. The passion and desire are radiating from him. Kisses turn sloppy and desperate. You’re pulling on his hair, nails digging into the skin. You need more of that pretty boy. You want him begging just like the last time he did. Hands slowly trailing down his body, reaching for the oversized white t-shirt. You’re struggling to take it off when he breaks the kiss in order to help you get rid of the unneeded piece of clothing. He kneels between your thighs, discarding the t-shirt somewhere on the ground. His bare chest and perfectly chiselled tummy for your private view only. You swallow hard. You can see that his nipples are erected. Your eyes trace the perfect shape of his pelvis area and then you notice the hard bulge in his jeans.

Y: Damn, boy. You’re not gonna do much with such a big problem in your pants.

J: Nah… it’s alright-hah…

You didn’t give him much of a chance to respond, palming his erected member through the material of his trousers.

J: Sweetheart, what do you think you’re doing now? Agh…

Y: I’m making you feel good, Jungkookie. I’ll make you feel even better.

J: No, please. Oh, noona wait. I wanted- ahh- I wanted to please you first…

Y: So stop holding in your moans and let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.

You’re swiftly unbuttoning the trousers never losing eye contact with him. Not wasting any more time you decide to yank off his boxers and jeans in one strong tug. Soon enough his rock-hard cock springs out of its confinement. It’s dripping with precum. You can see that a vein popped out on its surface. Marvellous display.

Y: Kookie, baby, can you just lay down on your back, please?

J: But, noona…

Y: Shush.

You’re pushing him down on the bed and it’s easier that you’ve thought it would be. He doesn’t protest that much… His beautiful and shiny hair bounces slightly when he hits his head on the soft mattress. Feet resting on the ground. You come off the bed and sit on the floor, just between his thighs. Next thing you do is to take off the jeans that are pushed down to his knees. Yes, much better now. First, you gently massage his thighs and pelvis area in a circular movement slowly applying more pressure. He propels himself on his elbows curious of your actions. Big chocolate eyes stealing glances of your face, your hands, your boobs… Mouth slightly opened. His lips are dry and a bit swollen. He’s been continuously biting on them due to the excitement. Finally, you grab his cock in your hand lazily stroking him to properly coat his member. His hips push back into your hand. You know you’re being too delicate and this is not what he needs now.

Y: Do you want me to go harder, Kookie? Tell me.

Your thumb brushes over the sensitive tip. He moans so loud you that you can feel your clit throbbing in response.

Y: Hmm? What is it, baby?

J: Noona, I need you… I need you to take him harder. 

Y: Mhmm… How about I suck you off then? 

J: What..Whhat?

The expression on his face is just priceless. You don’t know if he’s more shocked, terrified or aroused but it looks just amazing. You’re leaning down, licking your lips and then you blow some air on his dick enjoying the way his body shivers underneath you.

Y: It’s going to be ok. I promise.

You coo trying to calm him down a little. You know it’s his first blowjob and you just want him to relax and simply enjoy.

J: But, noona, it’s… You don’t have to do this. He’s all wet and it’s…

Is your pretty baby boy freaking out? How cute… He’s too adorable to handle. You know he wants it more than anything but he’s also afraid that it won’t be too pleasant for you. Little does he know… Without any more talking, you put your mouth around his erected cock. His hands immediately grabbing on your hair the moment he feels the immense pleasure caused by your sucking. You go hard, no more teasing for tonight. He’s been such a good boy he deserves to be rewarded. You’re sucking repeatedly, working your hand around his shaft. It’s difficult to take him all in at once. Nevertheless, you decide to try. You’re pushing him all in down your throat, without gagging. You stop for a moment not only in order to adjust but also because Jungkook stilled your head with his desperate grip. He’s panting heavily.

J: Noona, stop, I can’t take it…

That makes you even more determined to go on. Despite his strong grip, you continue to bob your head in a rhythmic motion trying to observe his reactions so as to make that boy lose his mind for you. You have to pull out for a moment to catch a breath of air. Some tears forming in your eyes because of your eagernesses to swallow him all at one go. You quickly glance at him to check if he’s alright and an evil chuckle escapes your lips. So lewd. So whipped up for you that he can barely breathe.

Y: Be a good boy and don’t interrupt me, Kookie.

You gently smile at him before placing your mouth back to where they should be. Where both of you want them to be. Although judging from his squirms deep throating was undeniably a success, you realise that you wouldn’t be able to pull it off till he comes. He’s just too big. To stimulate him more you take him in as far as you can helping yourself with your palm. You’re sucking and stroking him at the same time remembering to swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip. He’s wriggling. His body spasms and convulses because of you. Because of the dirty things you’ve been doing to this boy all this time. His cock is twitching in your mouth. You want to laugh when you notice that he begs you to stop while holding you tight in place.

J: Baby, I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it in anymore, please…

It’s a clear contradiction. He urges you to stop but keeps on thrusting into your mouth. 

It’s getting more and more frantic. He’s half sitting and half laying down not knowing what to do with himself anymore. Blood quickly rushing through his veins. He doesn’t have any control over his hips and lower area, he just keeps on pushing in and out of your pretty face moaning lewdly much to your heart’s content. You adore every little moan and whimper. You adore it so much that your pussy clenches every now and then making you squeeze your thighs in a futile effort to ease your arousal. You groan, dissatisfied. The vibrations in your throat pushing him over the edge and he rides out his orgasm thrusting erratically while desperately holding to you. He cums crying out your name and repeating countless apologies for forcing you to swallow his semen. You suck him dry, licking your lips and savouring the taste of his cum. You didn’t manage to swallow it all and as a result, some of it was dripping down your fingers. You lick it all eagerly while staring into Jungkook’s eyes. He sits there with his mouth open trying to calm down his irregular breathing. Eyes going wide in shock while he absent-mindedly watches how you lick his semen off your own fingers. He gulps.

Y: Kookie you’re so sweet I could suck you all the time.

He’s sweaty and still a bit dizzy from his high. Body covered in little goosebumps. He vehemently shakes his head blushing furiously at your words.

J: Noona, why did you swallow? I told you to stop… I told you so many times…

You can’t help but laugh a little at this silly question. You’re gently rubbing his thigh with your palm. It’s just that you can’t overcome the urge to continue touching him. He’s irresistible.

Y: True, you did tell me to stop but at the same time, you almost choked me with your huge dick, Kookie. It didn’t exactly feel as if you wanted me to stop, you know...

Words coming out of your mouth in a soft whisper. You are inches away from his face. He’s totally lost and mesmerised by your words and actions.

J: I’m sorr…

Y: Nah… Don’t think I didn’t enjoy myself, you silly. 

Having said that, you reach for his shaky hand and place it over your pussy. The shorts you’re wearing are totally soaked with your juices. He inhales sharply and you just bite your lip to hold in a moan. His fingers shyly begin to explore your wetted core in a careful and insecure manner. He gently strokes the tip of your clit raising his eyes to observe your reaction. Your eyes shut tightly and the moment you feel him tickling it with two of his slender fingers your head falls back. You’re whimpering when he places the inner side of his palm all over your heated cunt. He is massaging it rubbing it up and down. Repeating the movement to the point when you shamelessly push yourself on his hand to get more friction. He loves the way you respond to his heavy petting and it makes him even more motivated to hear more of that uncontrollable moans.

J: Baby, don’t you think it’s a bit unfair that I’m the only one naked here?

He experimentally pushes his finger inside your pussy through the fabric of your shorts and you gasp, not being able to respond.

J: I’m pretty sure you won’t need these, right?

He pulls on the band of your shorts and takes them off you taking in the view of your body. For a moment he sits there doing nothing apart from staring at you while fumbling the shorts in his hands. Your cheeks get flushed because he’s basically ogling you with no shame whatsoever. So indecent. You begin to doubt yourself and your body. Is something wrong? Your hands timidly covering the bare skin that embarrasses you so much. He stops you midway.

J: No-no-no. You’re not hiding any of these from me. You’re going to show me so much more, Jagiya.

His grip on your wrists is so strong that it stings a little but it doesn’t last long because he’s now reaching for the pink strapless top. You’re getting more nervous. He hasn’t seen you naked before. The painful realisation makes you even more self-conscious. He leans in, effortlessly pulling off the top. Your boobs out in the open making you shiver because of the chilly air. Once again, you attempt to cover yourself but Jungkook grabs your hips and makes you sit down on his thigh which is now just between your legs dangerously close to your aroused pussy. He takes your arms and locks them behind your back. You can’t wriggle out of his grasp. Besides, any movement makes you rub your ass and cunt on that rock hard thigh. Oh dear… It feels too good… You’ve been wanting him so badly for so long it’s too difficult to restrain yourself from grinding on him till you cum all over that muscular thigh. You move your hips rubbing your clit on his hard muscles groaning much too audibly but you’re far too gone to care. You’re so busy with pleasuring yourself that you’re totally oblivious to Jungkook’s watchful eyes. He’s been admiring your boobs and the way they bounce each and every time you grind on his thigh.

J: Noona, can I touch them, please? Oh fuck, I want to feel them in my hands so badly. They’re so big… So perfect…

He praises you never taking his eyes off them. It seems he won’t play with your breasts unless he is allowed to do so. He is totally entranced by your beauty and he makes sure to voice his admiration as you continue to go up and down his leg.

J: You’re so fucking pretty. I could stare at you all the time. Please don’t be shy, baby. Let me touch them…

You simply nod being too worked out to answer properly. He doesn’t waste any more time and immediately lets go of your hands placing his palms on your tits. The moment he frees your from his tight hold you rest your hands on his back clinging to him like a little girl. He fondles your boobs and swirls his thumb over your erected nipple. Your vision goes blurry and your body slowly begins to spasm as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

Y: Kookie, I’m so close…

J: Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to see you cumming for me.

He bowed his head to kiss your breasts. At first, he languidly licked over their surface but then he started sucking on your nipple, playing with it using his tongue. Suddenly you feel so weak. Everything is spinning around you. You cry out climaxing on his thigh.

Y: Ahhh… Kookie, I’m there, baby…

He is kissing you passionately trying to suppress your moans You can feel his hands roughly gripping your ass and pushing you on his thigh in order to help you ride out your orgasm. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt so good thanks to a man. He makes you feel loved… When it’s all over you go limp into his arms breathing laboriously because of the intensity of your climax. He wraps his arms around you and carefully places you on the bed, laying on top of you. He tenderly strokes the hair back from your face looking deeply into your half-lidded eyes.

J: I’ve never seen a prettier thing in my life.

Y: Duh… You’re too young to judge, brat.

He laughs out heartily at your poor comeback. He puts your foreheads together and brushes his nose over yours affectionately. It makes you laugh a little too.

J: How long are you gonna pretend you don’t like me, boss?

Y: I’m too tired to answer such stupid questions.

J: Oh, right. I wonder what made you so tired, or rather should I say who? What do you think?

Y: You’re getting ahead of yourself again. Maybe you should work on your manners first.

Again he chuckles at your silly retort and then he places a soft kiss on your swollen lips.

J: I’m sorry, boss. I’ll do my best. I promise next time you won’t be able to bad-mouth me when I’m done with you.

Y: Oh, please.

J: I’m telling you, baby. I’ll do anything for you.

Suddenly he gets serious. His face expression isn’t playful anymore and it startles you a bit. He traces your ear with his lips and whispers fondly.

J: I love you, Jagiya.