i miss that bra

I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 1

*PART 2* | *PART 3*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1360

Warnings: MISTERY, some cursing, mention of alcohol, some sexual content

A/N(IMPORTANT): Hi! This is my first fanfiction in Riverdale fandom. I hope you will like it if you do I will write the second part. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again. Feel free to send my any requests, asks etc. I can write anything.  
Also the thoughts are write in italics. (Y/F/C) means your favourite colour. 

Shit, I forget to close the curtains, again. The sunlight on my faced waked me up. I slowly opened one eye and then quickly closed it. That was definitely not my room.

Let’s think. I’m not naked, that’s good, but this is definitely not my t-shirt and my bra is missing. That’s bad. I moved my hand to the other side of the bed. It was empty but slightly warm. I’m not a person who change the bedsides during the sleep. I felt the pain. I had a big bruise on my arm.
What is the last thing I remember? I was trying, but nothing comes to me. I didn’t remember anything from the last night.

I opened my eyes. The room was nice, small but comfy. I sat on the bed. I was wearing the big grey t-shirt with the letter “S” on it. Yup, definitely not mine. I looked for my clothes, but I couldn’t find them. Excellent, I have only t-shirt and underwear. I stood up and opened the door. The living room was brighter than the bedroom, so it took my few seconds before I was able to see clearly. This room was also very small, one table, three chairs and an old TV where the only furniture that could fit in. My eyes stopped one the pair of blue-green ones.

“Good morning (Y/N),” said Jughead quietly. He was sitting at the table with his laptop opened. He was wearing his famous beanie. I looked down at my clothes then again at him.

My mind was screaming. I was in Jughead’s Jones apartment. I didn’t even know that he has an apparent. Basically, I didn’t know much about him. Everyone called him the school freak. He was a best friend of Archie who was one of my bests friends but he never introduced Jughead to me. I never talked to Jughead. I don’t know if I ever told him “hello”.

“What am I doing here?” I said, my voice was a bit little bit shaky.

“Wait. You don’t remember?” He looked confused. And then his faced started to change colour to red.

I shook my head.

“You think… You where… I mean you was…but it wasn’t…” he tried to create a sentence. I didn’t know that the human face can be so red. Normally I would wait to see if it can go even redder but now I need answers.

“Yesterday was a party, right?” I tried to make my voice as confident as I could.

“Yes.” I heard the relief in his voice.

“You wasn’t there, was you?”

“No. I am not a fan of parties.”


“C'mon (Y/N)! It will be fun!”

“Kevin, you know that I have an important test on Monday,” I said looking at my best friend’s big smile.He knew that he won and I didn’t have any more arguments. He was talking about Reggie’s party for almost a week. Well, the whole school was talking about it.

“You already knew all the material! And the party is on Friday so you will have a whole Sunday to review.”

“Fine, you win.”

“What did he win?” I heard Archie’s voice behind me.

“(Y/N) is going to Reggie’s party. That mean you own me 10 bucks, Andrews”

“No, I own you five and the other five to Veronica,” he said.

“(Y/N) is going to the party? I knew it,“ the raven hair girl high-fived with Kevin.

“I literally hate all of you right now,” I laughed

“You know you love us,” Kevin said and hugged me.

“Yeah probably.”


“So… I went to the party with Archie, Veronica and Kevin?” I said my thoughts out loud.

“I don’t think so. You went with Reggie,” He was surprised and so was I.


“I’m definitely not wearing that,” I said when I saw the dress what Veronica was holding.

“It’s perfect for you!” she said

“At least try it!” Kevin was digging in closed. He was in “the Stylist mood”.

“Why I can’t wear jeans and some top?”

“Because no,” Ronnie put the dress in my hand. “Try it!”

“No, I said I’m not wearing that.”

“(Y/N)! Reggie ask you out! You should look perfect!”

“Thank you very much, Ronnie,” I said little bit angry.

“You know that’s not what I mean” Ronnie looked at my and rolled her eyes. “Kevin, maybe you could help me?”

“Yeah (Y/N) you definitely should wear a dress, but this one,” he said and show us the beautiful (Y/F/C) dress.

“Okay, I hope that you are proud. Give my that dress,”  I said.


The awkward silence was filling the small room. I looked at the window next to the table. I tried to recall anything from the party but there was the big black hole in my memory. I looked at Jughead. My biggest mystery. What happened last night? What did I say? What have I done? I felt so stupid. I wasn’t the kind of girl that gets drunk on the party and have sex with a random person. I least I thought that I wasn’t. I didn’t even remember getting drunk.

I looked at Jughead’s face. He looked confused maybe concerned.  It was really hard to read his face.

“Where is my dress?” I ask.

“It’s torn.” He said. “It’s not what I meant. Well it is, but it was torn before you get here… I mean it’s not…” He started to loose in his words.

“Can I have a coffee?” I asked and again I saw the relief on his face.

“Yeah sure. What kind would you like?” He closed his laptop and stood up.

“Just (black/white)” I said


“Hey,” I said when I saw Reggie

“Hey! You look beautiful!” He said and opened the car door for me.


It took only 10 minutes and we were at Reggie’s driveway. The conversation we had was surprisingly interesting. The party already started.

“I left the keys to my brother so he let everyone in” Reggie explained with a smile.


“Thanks,” he said and put his hand on my waist. “Do you have any favourite drink or you let me make you something special?”

“I think I’m going to trust your taste,” I said and he disappeared in the crowd.


“Thanks,” I said when he gave me my coffee. I took a sip. “It’s good” I sited on the chair. 

“I don’t remember anything,” I said quietly.

He looked at me and nodded.

“I remember getting at the party but that’s all.” My voice changed to whisper.

He opened his mouth and then closed it and shook his head.

“You must be cold,” he said finally.

I was little bit confused

“Yeah, I am,” I said surprised. I didn’t notice this before. God, I was still only in the T-shirt and the underwear. I felt embarrassed and tried to covered myself, but Jughead disappeared in the bedroom. After about five minutes he was back and I already finished my coffee.

“Here,” he said and gave me a pair of blue jeans, black t-shirt and his denim jacket. “The bathroom is there” he pointed the door. “Feel free to used shower if you want.”

“Thanks,” I said and took the clothes. “Jughead… how drunk was I?” I said not looking into his eyes.

He brushed back the black hair had fled from his beanie.

“The problem is that you wasn’t drunk (Y/N),” he said.


“Here you go” I heard Reggie voice. He was holding two drinks. I smiled and reach out for one of them. “No, this one is mine!” He said and handed me the other one.

I laughed. "They are exactly the same!“ I said but I took it.

“Yeah, but this one is especially for you,” he winked.

“Thanks,” I said and took a sip.

Needy for him

v x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: s mu t

request: Bts - Taehyung. Smut. He’s your boyfriend and he’s on the phone with someone impt (Bang Pd/mom/dad) but your super desperate tonight and just start to mess arnd with him and little taetae while he’s on the phone and it slowly escalates. Thanks babe !! 😉😆


( lord please forgive me for the sins i have committed in this fucking chapter lmao )


Keep reading


Request: I would love a bucky x reader fic where bucky and reader have to go under cover and things get steamy. Maybe reader has to be a stripper or something like that

Summary: You and Bucky have to go undercover at a strip club that’s a cover for a Hydra facility. 

Warnings: Smut.

A/N: I really like this idea and I’m kinda tempted to do a part 2.

(Part 2)

Keep reading

not to sound like an old lady but I remember……

  • back when there weren’t hacks and we all had to duplicate crap with that turn-off-your-wifi-when-the-session-is-ending-at-the-exact-right-moment
  • when clover paths blew up in popularity and we all shared the same pain of having to dupe for hours and hours to fill our towns with clovers and WHOA I FOUND A FOUR LEAF CLOVER I WONDER IF THAT MAKES ME LUCKY
  • I remember when all the drama was on acnlconfessions and about 50% of it was furries
  • that infamous club tortimer troll guy who made me cry that one time and wow that was so stupid omg
  • “why is marshal so popularrrrr I only liek the UGLY villagersss” - about 30% of submissions to confession blogs
  • when I sold marshal to someone for 40 million bells omg
  • beetle farming for hours and hours to pay off them loans because once again NO HACKS
  • kind souls posting their high turnip prices and letting people come to their towns to sell, those people saved my life
  • the great pastel vs. forest towns debate (is that still a thing?)
  • when the sloppy set was a Huge Deal and now I never see it??
  • north tbh, I miss it
  • dream suite: “is that a bra rack”
  • debates about whether or not tom nook is really evil
  • discovering that you could put ur kk music on shuffle = mind blown
  • the excitement of discovering various new features in acnl for the first time- gem rocks, the clam shell music boxes, bamboo!! amazing!!
  • the term “dreamies” I rarely see it anymore and I am grateful for that
  • and also why did everyone hate jambette so much
  • plot resetting for HOURS
  • when everyone posted jumping-in-puddle pics
  • “don’t ever wear a crown to club tortimer”
  • villagers vs. pets tag (’: 

maaaan those were simpler times maaaan

Present for You

1.) RE: minho requests. I wouldn’t mind some intense teasing in foreplay with almost humiliating (I dunno how best to describe it sorry) dirty talk about how wet the person is and how badly they must want it until they are begging for it. ;) i love your writing so whatever you end up doing will be amazing and HOT

2.) Teresa’s eye catches your boyfriend Minho so to make sure he is marked as yours you ride the living day lights out of him and leave scratches along his back and hickeys on his shoulders and v-line and you have bruises on your hips. She goes to flirt with him the next day so you subtlety flash the love marks you left on him at her and kiss Minho more passionately than you have before and everyone in the Glade looks at you shocked as you proudly walk away leaving Minho dazed and lovestruck.

3.) Oooh, could I request Minho smut where he’s usually in charge and in control, but the reader finds out he has a huge weakness- he goes absolutely crazy when she rides him, like it’s his ultimate weakness, and of course she exploits this bc LBR who wouldn’t ;)

4.) Can you please do a minho one where you won’t let him touch you or talk and maybe his hands are tied up so his big biceps look all pretty above his head and he’s constantly tugging on the rope so they’re bulging omfg I need it please

This smut gave me hell and it’s so long i want to cry. I hope y’all love it and shoutout to the anon for helping me finish it. Request me things (but read the guideline post so I don’t have to delete it). 

The fire crackled and snapped in the relative quiet of the Glade. The sun had long since set and most of the Gladers were gathered around in small groups sharing the warming glow of the fire. It was so rare that you got a chance to sit out and enjoy the night with the rest of the group. Tonight was warm and the air tasted like the start of summer. You tried to shut out the rest of the conversations, resting your head on Minho’s chest with your eyes shut. This kind of soothing peace had descended over the groups and where there would usually be bickering and ruckus, there was only small talk and silence- like there was no where else to be but by the fire.

“Shut up, Thomas. Minho could kick your ass in two seconds flat.” A shrill voice across the fire chuckled, awakening you from your daze and breaking the beautiful peace.

“Thanks T.” Your pillow shook. The smoke nipped at your eyes as you peeled them open to sit up a little, flattening out your hair and shifting from the arm wrapped around your shoulders. Across the fire sat Teresa and she was staring intently at you, a small smile creeping on her lips. Nope. Not at you, at the guy snuggled up with you. Your head turned to face him, but his eyes were focused across the fire pit. Your stomach twitched. Oh, hell no.

Your hand shifted under the blanket wrapped around you both to land just above his knee, a gentle reminder of who he should be looking at. Minho’s head snapped to you, a small, cocky smirk still on his lips. “Hey.” He pulled you back against him warming your side once more.

You narrowed your eyes at him. He narrowed his at you before whispering, “What?”

You glanced back at the fire. Teresa’s smile had disappeared, but she wasn’t back in the guy’s conversation. She was staring directly at you, lips pouted.

“I have a present for you.” You smirked back at him. It was something you’d been thinking of for a while, but tonight you were feeling the effects of some Dutch courage- just one drink too many.

Minho raised an eyebrow, “A present?” And his smirk was back. “And what would that be?” His eyes wandered back to the fire.

“You’ll have to come to bed to find out.” Whispering so as to conceal your conversation from the groups sitting around you, you pulled your legs underneath you and moved to face him, letting his arm drop from your shoulders to your waist.

His eyes shut very deliberately before opening them slowly, he was smiling now. That rare, glistening smile he didn’t like to show people. “You drive a hard bargain, Y/N. Do I at least get a hint?” His fingers played with the seam of your shirt at your lower back letting his cold fingertips brush against the hot skin there, leaving shivers to run up your spine.

“No clues.”  You wound your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up until you could whisper in his ear, letting the blanket slip from your body. “But if you come now I might even throw in a lapdance.”

Minho’s hand curled into a fist, tightening around the material of your shirt. “We’re gone.” He muttered, whipping the blanket off himself before standing up and offering you a hand to your feet. “G’night.” He said quietly to the fire earning a small wave from Thomas. Gently he took your hand and together you made the short walk back to the homestead.

You pulled the chair from the corner of his room to the centre as the door banged shut. “Sit.” Minho took slow steps towards you holding your gaze before lowering himself to sit, his smirk still visible in the dim light. The slight buzz of alcohol still danced in your system creating a warm hum in your forehead as you reached for his shoulders and bent at the waist until you were at his eye-level.  You stayed that way for a moment reveling in the way his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips.

He broke first, stretching forwards to nuzzle his nose against yours, lips millimeters away in a delicious kind of purgatory. Your lips twitched, teasing his before your hand stroked over his jaw. His lips pressed against yours softly, but you pulled away all to soon and turned around.

Moving your hips to the melody inside of your head, you ran your hands up and over your body, eyes closed in dizzy tipsiness. You flicked your hair over one shoulder and glanced back at him, slipping your fingers under the hem of your shirt. Minho was slouched in the chair, eyes locked on your ass. You smiled a little, pulling your shirt over your head softly and discarding it on the ground. Slowly you backed up onto him, grinding your ass on his package while supporting yourself with a hand on either knee. “Damn, Y/N.” Minho breathed behind you curving his huge hands around your hips, guiding them against him.

“I didn’t say you could touch me.” You whispered back, pulling his hands from your hips. Minho sighed dramatically, the smile audible in his breath. All too soon you stood up and stepped away from him to unbuckled your belt, still rolling your hips. You slid your pants down slowly, bending at the waist and letting them pool at your ankles before glancing over your shoulder again. His eyes were still locked on your ass but his lips were parted a little, brow furrowed. Minho glanced up, caught your eye and motioned for you to come closer. Tediously slowly, you drew your hand up to hold onto his shoulder before stepping over his legs and straddling him. You lowered yourself onto his lap, and rolled your hips against his growing hardness.

Now eye-to-eye, you watched as Minho’s eyes licked over your skin before stopping at your bra. You felt his hands running from your knees over your thighs to rest on your ass. You stopped moving, glaring at him until he looked you in the eye. “Hands.” You said firmly.

Minho grinned, groaning and rolling his head backwards to rest on the backrest of the seat. All the same, he squeezed your ass hard before removing his hands. You rolled your hips down on him again, lowering your lips to meet his neck. You let your tongue flick against his skin before moving your lips up to his earlobe which you sucked into your mouth, biting it gently. Minho hissed underneath you, rocking his hips to meet yours. The increased friction against your clit caused your muscles to clench involuntarily; the feeling of rolling over his length -only three thin layers dividing you- was indescribable. Your hands wound down to unbutton his shirt as your lips caught his neck again, kissing his hot skin harder and sucking it into your mouth. He was going to be marked as yours before the night was through.

With his help, you navigated stripping him of his shirt before detaching yourself from his neck. Even in the dim light the bruise stood out next to his tanned skin. You ground against him harder, hands stroking down his skin, feeling out every contour of his muscles. After exploring him for a while, your hands stroked back to his neck. You were nose to nose, each gasping softly into the other’s mouth will every grind of your hips, small tingles coursing from your core feeling him hard against you. You leaned in and pulled his bottom lip between your teeth.

All of a sudden his hands were under your ass. You let go of his lip and stopped grinding again. “You’re really not getting this ‘no hands’ thing, are you?” You breathed into his open mouth.

Minho grinned against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your chest flush against his. His lips were on your neck, then trailed down to your chest before stopping in the valley between your breasts. “But I missed these too much,” he muttered, squeezing them over your bra.

You giggled as his hands met your ass again and he stood up, carrying you around his waist. It didn’t last long though as he threw you down on his mattress. You sat up on your elbows, admiring his body; the way his biceps bulged and retracted as he unbuckled his belt, the skin pulled taught over his tensing abs and of course his considerable arousal straining to be freed. All thoughts of Teresa had escaped your mind when he crawled between your legs, pawing at your bra with both palms before stroking over your thighs.

Above it all, the way he looked at you turned you on like crazy- it was like he had never seen something quite so special before, like every curve of your skin was carved by the Gods. You reached your hand along his waist, pulling his belt from his hips like a whip before edging his pants down with your heels. Minho shook them off, discarding them at the end of the bed before moving back to your lips to catch you in a passionate make-out session. This chest-to-chest exchange made your mind go blank. His hands were innocent -running through your hair and along your jaw- but his mouth told a different story in its clumsy, frantic kisses.

You pushed against his shoulder gently and flipped onto him, straddling his waist and pulling away from his lips first, as usual. Breathlessly you spoke,“Minho, I made a rule. No hands. Give them to me.” You took his hands and pinned them, wrist over wrist above his head. You wound his belt around them, binding them to the headboard before locking the belt in place and sitting up, staring down at his naked torso.

“Damn, Y/N.” He whispered, pulling at his ties. His biceps flared sending a short twitch to your clit.  His smile reassured you that everything was fine but you chewed on your lip, lightly rolling your hips over his hardness to fulfill the throbbing heat between your legs. The faint blur of alcohol in your system was dying out, and you were hit by a strange mix of nerves and arousal. This was so foreign for you- to have him at your mercy and be able to pleasure him (or not) in whatever way you pleased.

“Will you talk to me?” You bent down, kissing along his jaw until you found the other side of his neck from your first love bite. Kissing slowly, you alternated between suckling on his skin and massaging it with your tongue, trying to minimize the pain involved. Under your fingertips you could feel his heart speed up.

“Talking is not really my strong point.” He spoke huskily, his throat shaking under your lips.

“Pretty please?” You sat back and admired your new masterpiece before leaving hot wet kisses down his chest. “What do you want me to do?” You rocked on him, feeling your wetness soak through your panties. There was no way he couldn’t feel it through his boxers too. You sat up, trailing a hand behind your back before popping the clasp on your bra and slowly sliding its straps down your shoulders. “Hmm?”

You could see his eyes following your hand, brow furrowed. He pulled against his restraints again making the headboard shake, his hands twisting around the leather that bound them. Minho sighed and closed his eyes but his smile still remained. “Take it off.”

“But why would I take it off if you’re not even looking.” His eyes flickered open to your chest. “If I wanted to untie you -which I don’t- I’d want you to take this off-.” You flicked it onto the floor and pulled your hands up your body until they cupped your breasts. His face turned you on more than anything as his eyes flickered between your exposed chest and your face as he bucked his hips to get as much friction as possible in his restricted state. “-And then you could play with them.” You squeezed yourself hard, the sight causing him to shift against you roughly, a frustrated groan escaping his lips.

Ignoring the growing need to empale yourself on his dick, you swung your leg off him, now kneeling at his side. Your hand rolled over his boxers, feeling the impressive length of his hardness. “Fuck, Minho.” You breathed imagining how it would feel to be stretched open by him. Minho short breaths were loud, as were the almost constant rattles of him pulling against the headboard. You ducked your head and licked over the fabric, feeling his muscles clench under your hands. As they clasped around the waist band, you drew the cloth down his legs before throwing it to the floor to join your other clothes.

You eyes flicked back to his now bare hips, hands running over the V of his hips and feeling the angular shape leading down to his length. A light whimper broke the quiet, “Untie me, baby.”

Smiling, you dipped down to kiss along his hips licking along the hollow of his skin. “I don’t think you want me to. Tell me what you want.” You stopped as close to his cock as possible, letting it brush past your cheek before moving to his other hip.

“Suck it.” He gasped as your lips sucked on his skin leaving yet another dark bruise, this time on his hip. Your hands ran to his sides, locking him down from wriggling against you.

“You didn’t say what to suck.”

“Y/N.” He moaned, his head pressing back into the pillow. You moved to the other hip, face lower this time and much closer to him. Your lips locked around his skin again, sucking it lightly and letting your teeth graze over it. “Suck my dick.” He breathed, eyes closed.

For a second you were frozen. Just hearing him say something dirty was an immediate turn on, but it was so foreign it almost sounded like another language. Stretching your tongue out and licked him from base to tip. Minho’s groan was loud as you swirled your tongue around his tip before kissing it, hands fumbling to tie your hair back in a loose bun. When your hands were free, you made a loose fist around his base, pumping him a few times to wetten him before wrapping your lips around him. You sucked him lightly at first; teasing him in and out of your mouth while keeping your fist working on the part which you couldn’t reach with your hand. Increasing your speed, the familiar ache of your jaw was unnoticeable while you listened to him trying to stay quiet. He felt so much harder than usual, his arousal making your own all the more prevalent.

Underneath you Minho squirmed weakly, whimpering and pulling hard on the headboard. With your ass in the air and your lips on his cock, the power was definitely in your hands. “Baby, please untie me.” He said breathlessly, stomach muscles tensing in attractive waves with each pant.

You sat up, wiping the corners of your mouth. “Why?” Reaching your hand up to stroke down his biceps, the other stroking over his member.

Minho’s jaw was tight but he chuckled, squirming under you. “Because I want to feel you.”

“Not good enough.” You pecked his lips before crawling back to his dick, sucking it deep into your hot mouth, relishing in the sound of his hiss. As you pulled away, you ran your tongue down his shaft before flicking it over his tip.

“Fuck, Y/N. Stop.” His voice was firm this time.

You pulled away, grinning ear to ear. “Do you need a minute to compose yourself?” You teased, turning back to his face.

His cheeks were flushed and his hair was unusually matted as he sighed, nodding. “Why won’t you let me touch you?” He whined, relaxing his arms above his head. You were now hit with the realization of just how wet you were. Your clit was throbbing powerfully and your heart was almost as loud and fast as his.

You tilted your head to the side, sliding your panties down your legs before throwing them on his bedside table. You’d leave them there as a souvenir. “I can do that myself- do you want to watch?” You smirked trying to sound as innocent as possible.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Minho groaned in frustration, throwing his head back to look at the ceiling as you ran your hands over your chest again, flicking over hardened nipples. His eyes drifted back to you soon enough- this time you spread your legs. “I could make you feel so good. Fuck, baby. Untie me.”

As you ran a hand down to brush over your clit -sensitive from being ignored for so long- you could  see his eyes widen. “Talk dirty to me and I’ll think about it.” You gasped as the first wave of pleasure hit you. You were so wet, it would be embarrassing but for the way Minho was looking at you.

He growled. “God, Y/N. Please let me do that for you.” The tone of anger in his voice was so sexy, a kind of passion which was so rarely spoken. You shook your head slowly, having a little trouble processing his words while your clit felt so sensitive under your fingertips. The coiling sensation in your abdomen was a sure signal that you could make yourself come anytime you wanted, but making him squirm was so much more rewarding than that. Your fingers were covered in your own wetness as you drew soft circles around your clit, gasping with every shock of sensation which rolled through your veins. Minho’s head fell back in the pillow, trying so hard not to watch you. He closed his eyes. “Untie me so that I can fuck your sweet, tight little pussy until you’re shaking.”

Your mouth literally dropped open, your hand stopped moving. His dark eyes fell back to you. “Was that better?” He smirked, “Y/N, you’re literally dripping wet.” Minho bit his lip as you watched his eyes fall to your core. His voice was quiet but strong and unyeilding. “You must want me so badly. Let me do it. If you don’t want to untie me, come here and sit on my face.”

Blinking, you whispered, “What did you just say?” Your fingers pressed firmly on your clit causing an override of hot pleasure causing you to arch up, toes curling against the sheets.

“Stop touching yourself and sit on my face.” Minho growled, rattling the headboard again. Your head tilted to the side, hand trailing away from your core at the proposition. Slowly you smiled, setting yourself back on your knees.

You shook your head and Minho groaned. “Nah, but I will ride you.” You whispered, straddling him once more and leaning down to brush your lips against his. As your lips met over and over again, tongues flickering over each others, you ground down lightly on him causing your wetness to coat his length. You each moaned into the other’s mouths before you sat up. It felt too frantic- the swelling within you was intense and demanding- but you weren’t about to stop.

You raised yourself off the bedsheets, palming his length to line his tip at your entrance. “You ready?” You breathed, watching him from above. His jaw was tight, but his eyes never left you.

“Untie me and I will be.” He grunted. Sighing, you sat yourself on his cock, feeling every inch push deeper and deeper inside you until you were sure you couldn’t take anymore. He was so big, it didn’t so much hurt as feel like a fine stretching. Your nails were digging into his chest, chewing on your lips and trying to keep your impending climax at bay for now.

His groan was short and quiet, his chest heaving underneath your hands. All of a sudden you longed for his hands on you, or perhaps for his lips to worship any part of your skin. Slowly you pulled yourself up, sinking back down onto him again. This time it was easier, hot tingles of pleasure making your muscles tense uncontrollably, but you didn’t want to ride too fast and give him the satisfaction of seeing you climax. “Baby, you feel so good.” You whimpered, riding him gently at first, quietly accommodating his length in you. “If I untie you, will you make me come?” Your leant forwards, hands wrapping around the belt buckle which bound him, breasts hovering over his face.

Even in the dim light you could see his eyes wondering from your chest to his ties. “Y/N.” He sighed, “I can make you come until you can’t breath. I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow if you let me touch you.” Your walls tightened around his cock causing a loud whimper to slip from your mouth as you pawed over the buckle before undoing it fast.

Minho pulled his wrists free in a flash, sitting up and running his hands roughly down to your ass, grabbing it hard. He pulled you up and down on his dick faster than before, fingers pressing hard into your skin as you cried out in animalistic noises at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you. The coil in your stomach was shifting violently as you hugged around his neck, hands running through his short hair. “I’m going to…” You whimpered down to him, as his hands moved to your hips. The rhythmic sound of slapping skin fell in rhythm with your panting breaths. His fingers dug in painfully hard, but it send shockwaves to your heat as he bounced you on his cock, bucking up to meet you.

He groaned loudly, half-smiling up at you. “You gonna come for me, Y/N?” Your fingers dug into the back of his neck hard, feeling that climbing in your stomach reaching higher and higher as he plowed into you, your mouth gasping in shaky breaths.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod.” You panted, pressing your foreheads together until you couldn’t talk anymore, feeling that overwhelming white hot coil about to crash down. You shook softly, breathing into his mouth until his pounding made your stomach flip. Harsh waves of pleasure cut through you, shaking you to the core as you bounced on his dick. From your mouth slipped a long string of “Ohmigod,” met only by his groan from feeling you tighten around him. Your eyes squeezed shut, shaking hard against him as you settled from your high.

Minho’s thrusting slowed and finally stopped as he supported your trembling frame, switching positions to lie you on your back. Through your whimpers, he kissed against your lips softly, still inside of you. As you composed yourself, you smiled up at him, hands still wrapped around his neck. “Do you need a minute?” He whispered, proudly smirking down at you.

You shook your head slowly, as his hands trailed up to cup your breasts. Coming down from your high felt a little painful. Your thigh muscles ached and your hips felt bruised and tender, but that all disappeared when Minho drew himself out of you, thrusting back in slowly. “I think I might. Goddammit you’re so tight after you come.” He reached down and hiked your thigh further up his hip, stretching you open a little further to accommodate him.

His thrusts were slow and passionate, burying himself to the hilt and watching your face as you gasped under him. “So are you going to let me make you come again or are you going to tie me up?” Minho breathed against your mouth.

You had fully recovered by now, but your core felt numb and swollen. Still, you relished in the slow thrusts he gave you, stroking your hand over his jaw. “I don’t think I can come again, but you can fuck me for real, now.” You teased.

Your smile soon turned into a harsh moan as he slid himself into you hard. “What were you saying?” He chuckled, stomach muscles rippling in the dull light with every hard drive into you. The way his lower stomach brushed over your clit when he was deep made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Fuck.” You whimpered as he ducked his head, kissing along your neck as he picked up speed, groaning himself now. Your wetness made a delicious slapping sound with every thrust, and his panting moans sent hot pangs of pleasure to your sensitive clit. It was so hot being skin on skin with him. Through the pangs, you could feel that spiral in your stomach start to resurface. “Minho, I think I can.”

Minho responded with faster thrusts, driving into you at an incomprehensible pace. You swore loudly, arching up to his chest, raking your nails down his back just to cling onto something. His lightening quick pace fast tracked your climax until you were panting hard underneath him. He could feel you tightening around his cock and although he wanted so badly to bury himself and spit his seed into you, he kept his focus clear, determined to make you come again. He didn’t have to wait long as you clung tighter to him, your core feeling a numb kind of ecstasy at his speed. “Don’t stop…” You whispered, before falling silent. Your eyes locked into his as you hit the white plateau before the crash.

“Come for me.” He breathed into your mouth. You trembled under him, before feeling the pressure in your stomach flood everywhere all at once. Eyes squeezed shut, the electric pangs shot through you, wave after wave of uncontrollable pleasure as Minho buried himself to the hilt, twitching deep into you as his hand covered your mouth to quieten the animalistic sounds coming from it. His own groan was just as loud though, as he pressed his forehead harder against yours.

It felt as if minutes had gone past -certainly long enough for you to quieten yourself- before he slid out of you, leaving you tight and leaking a delicious mix of both your liquids. He pushed himself from you, taking his hand away from your mouth and leaning on his side. “I gave you bruises.” Minho’s fingers traced lightly over your hips. He sounded worried. You sat up still shaking inside from the pangs of pleasure. Sure enough, there were small, dark blotched over your waist where his fingers had pressed in, but they definitely didn’t hurt. Not yet, at least.

You giggled softly, throwing your head back to the pillow. “I don’t want to worry you, but you have a couple too.”

The events of last night rolled over and over in your head. The constant thoughts of Minho’s length filling you and of his lips on your neck made you irritable, distracted and above all, horny. The wetness between your legs had grown steadily throughout the day and intensified every time your hand brushed semi-deliberately over your bra. You had thought about returning to the homestead and killing the ache yourself, but thought better of it. Best just wait for him and let him claim you in every way you had deprived him of last night.

From across the Glade you could see the small group forming where the runners usually returned. Finally. You sauntered over to the group where your man stood a forehead taller than everyone else. A thin layer of sweat glistened on his forehead which did little but turn you on even more. His mouth was stretched out in his rare grin, but it wasn’t aimed at you this time. It was aimed at Teresa. Oh hell no. Now wasn’t the time to talk about her, now was the time to claim your property in the crudest way. In his running shirt the dark purple blotches on his neck were completely visible, so why weren’t they bothering her? Weren’t they markers enough of your ownership?

You approached from his back, wrapping your hands around his waist as you crossed to his front. Minho’s eyes flickered down to you and his smile widened further. You bit your lip, blushing a little as you ran your hand up his chest to his collar. His skin was burning hot under your palm and you knew exactly what he was thinking about. You pulled his collar down and he bend down to you, hands snaking around your waist and pulling you flush against his body. “I missed you.” He breathed for only you to hear. Your lips met with vigor, mouths opening on contact desperate to taste each other. Your lips locked and relocked, brushing against each other while your eyes flittered shut. As your tongues played, your hands rolled down to the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath it to feel his tight stomach muscles. His shirt rode up with your wrists, exposing the love marks over his V-line. To the sound of gasps and whispers from the small group around you, you pulled away and stepped back from him.

“I’m going to go hide in the showers. Prize if you find me?” You challenged loud enough for the group to hear before stepping out of his grasp and strutting towards the showers past Teresa whose eyes followed you the whole way.

Thomas slapped Minho’s shoulder, but he was frozen in a daze. “Jesus Christ- she’s a keeper. C’mon, go get your girl.” Thomas laughed and hollered with the rest of the guys.

Minho shook his head softly, trying to hide his beaming smile before following in your tracks past Teresa and heading towards the showers.

Ezra had already been in bed when Aria returned home from an exhausting day of work—on a Saturday. She was publishing her own book soon and had been in and out of meetings all day.

“Hey,” she said as she walked into their bedroom. She removed her jacket, then unzipped the back of her dress.

Ezra closed his book and placed it on the bedside table, then sat up. “How was your day?”

Aria gave her husband a look that silently answered the question.

“I’m glad you’re home,” he told her. “I missed you today.”

She stepped out of her dress and removed her bra before slipping one of Ezra’s t-shirts over her head. “I’m so glad we can stay in bed as long as we want tomorrow,” she said, sliding into bed next to Ezra. She gave him a quick kiss, then sunk into her pillow and closed her eyes.

Ezra lay back down, then kissed Aria’s cheek. He continued trailing kisses near his wife’s ear, then towards her neck before he stopped. “How tired are you?” he asked. He had really missed her the last couple weeks. While she had been home, their schedules had been chaotic.

Aria grinned without opening her eyes. “Exhausted, but not too exhausted for this.”

Ezra smirked and continued the kisses. Aria groaned when he began nibbling on her neck. She rolled over and kissed him on the lips, deepening the passion. Ezra slid his hands up her sides, removing the t-shirt she had only just put on.

He was glad they could stay in bed the next day as well.

Favor || Jungkook ||

Jungkook is coming home from his 4 month tour today and I want the place to look spotless. I’m washing dishes in one of Jungkook’s shirts that he left with bright red underwear and a matching bra. Jungkook isn’t supposed to be home for 3 more hours but I feel warm arms snake around my waist with warm breathon my neck. “Kookie?” I heard a hum come from him as he tightened his grip around my waist, pulling me against his body. I immediately felt his boner against my lower back. “Jagi, can you do me a favor?” He whispered in my ear as he started to grind against me. I let out quiet moan as his hands went up my shirt. “Jungkook, I’m busy.” I whispered as he started to kiss my next as he started to grind against me harder, squeezing my breasts under my bra. “Come on baby. I missed you and you’re beautiful body. It’s been 4 months. Please? If you don’t,” he bit my neck and grabbed my butt hard, “daddy is gonna take measures into his own hands.” He growled as he wrapped his hands in my hair. I’m a little excited and scared at what he might do so I kept ignoring him and continued to do the dishes. I felt him tug at my hair but I ignored it and acted like nothing happened. Next thing I know, he pulls me by my hair and forces me on my knees in front of him. He unbuckled his belt with one hand while still holding my hair in the other. Once he got his pants and boxers down, his dick sprung out from its clothed prison. He shoved my face closer to it. “Suck it.” He growled. I looked up at him and smirked as I used my hands to slowly pump him. “Use your mouth!” He barked as he pulled my head back by my hair. Jungkook then forced his dick into my mouth. I slowly started to bob my head as his grip on my hair loosened. “Fuck Y/N, your mouth feels so good.” He groaned as he threw his head back. I hummed, sending vibrations up his dick making him moan. I went faster as I felt his dick twitch inside my mouth. Suddenly, he has ahold of my hair again as he pulls me up to my feet again. “I’m not ready to cum just yet baby. Daddy wants to wreck that pretty little pussy of yours.” He growled as he lifted me up onto the counter. He kissed me roughly as he ripped, and I mean ripped like ripped in half, my underwear off my body. He slowly inserted himself, not even prepping me. “Ahh..” I moaned as his went to my neck and started to suck at my sweet spot, clearly leaving a mark. As soon as all of him was in me, he slammed into me not letting me adjust. Tears ran down my cheeks as he kissed me, trying to distract me from the pain. Soon the pain turned into pleasure and I started moaning, louder than before. “Jungkook….ahh…” He went harder and faster. “What did you just call me you whore?” He yelled as he flipped me so I was bent over the counter. “I-I’m sorry daddy……ahhh…..i-it won’t happen again.” I cried as I felt him go deeper inside me, hitting my g-spot. “OH FUCK……YES DADDY…..RIGHT THERE………PLEASE DONT STOP!” I screamed as he continuously rammed into my g-spot. “Say my real name.” I didn’t say anything, afraid he might do something worse. “SAY MY NAME!” He shouted. I whispered and did as he said. “Jungkook….” I moaned with tears in my eyes. I felt an unfamiliar knot in my lower stomach as I felt my walls tighten around his dick. “Baby I’m close.” Jungkook groaned as his breathing got heavy and his thrusts got sloppy. “S-So am I……Jungkook….” I moaned as I came with him. White and red liquids mixed on the floor. Jungkook looked at the mess then at me. “Y/N, you should’ve told me. I wouldn’t have done anything if yo-” I cut him off by kissing him. “It’s fine Jungkook. I wanted you to take me anyways.” I whispered as I hugged him. ——- a/n: so uh….this happened. i have no words. i apologize for this. why am I still breathing? i need serious help.

Originally posted by sugutie

My hands

Request: Sexting/phone sex while he is away on tour??? 🙄😏 love ur smuts

Word count: 2484

I dropped my bag to the floor as i closed the door hardly behind me. I sighed as i hung up my jacket and made my way to my living room. Today had been such a bad day. Every little thing was edging me, the comments from my friends, the constant work pressing my thought to an ultimate limit, and just the thought of not being able to go home and cuddle into shawns arms was enough to upset me even more. 

The other thing which had been bugging me for solid two weeks now, was how needy i was. Normally being able to have him around, taking care of my mental, but also physical needs i had was the best thing. But i knew touring was treating him well, and he was very occupied with giving his all each and every night, which didn’t leave much attention for me. Not that i needed it every second of his day, but just a little text now and then would be okay - that was how i felt after the first week. 

Now as it was almost fourth week of him being gone, it wasn’t only the attention i needed, but his closeness. I was aching, and that physically. I was aching for his touch and his lips on mine, and nothing in the entire world would ever satisfy me as much as he would be able to do it. I mean i could touch myself in the shower, and maybe get off fast, but it would never compare to the ecstatic highs he would leave me on, he was something different. 

I opened the door to my bedroom as i threw myself on the bed. My mind not being able to focus on anything else than shawn. Anything else than the lingering feeling of his hands tracing down my naked skin, sending shivers through my lonely body. I sighed as i rubbed my thighs together trying to make the tension disappear, but i knew nothing would help. So as a forced movement i slightly unbuttoned my jeans. The material slid off my legs as i ran my cold fingers over my thighs, kicking the trousers off completely. Not even caring about closing my window blinds, my hands traced the hem of my thong.

The silky material was soft against my fingertips. the sensation of friction between my finger and my center was enough to leave me shaking and breathing hard, not being able to focus on anything than the memory of shawns lips tracing down my body. My hand going under my shirt, following my skin up to my breasts, just as his mouth normally would do. I closed my eyes even harder. It was as if i could see him in front of me, almost as if my hands were his. I moaned out loud. I was that needy that this could almost get me off completely, but i bit my lip harder, knowing that i wouldn’t allow myself a quick high and then still being frustrated. 

My other hand circling my clit lightly, sending electric shocks through my legs making me curl my toes, “shawn,” i moaned out, my voice raspy from the anticipation and silence that had been laying over me. My hand starting to put some pressure on my clit as the soft material sent stars in front of my eyes, this was good, but not as good as his touch, not as good as his fingers or his mouth on me. I angled my legs as i arched my back of the mattress moaning out loud. Suddenly my eyes flew up as my phone started to vibrate on the bedside table, for a moment forgetting where i was, just simply needing to cum right that second.

“Fuck,” i spoke as my hand left my pants. I took the phone blindly and stared at the screen, my own reflection looking at me, my eyes widened as shawns name appeared on the screen. “Ugh,” i whispered as i answered the phone, shaking slightly. 

“Hi babe,” his voice spoke through the other side of the line, he was looking at the ground walking outside He looked as if he was headed somewhere, “hi love,” i spoke “where ar you going,” i sighed as he just had disturbed me in this, not that i didn’t want to talk to him, because that was literally all i needed, but i didn’t need him there on the phone, i needed him here right next to me, taking care of me like he always did. I needed him to be here, to be my hands instead of just my own, “just on my way to the hotel room, ill be there in a few seconds,” still not looking at me, i could see him press a button of an elevator as they closed. His eyes met mine for the first time, 

“What are you up to,” he asked his eyebrows shooting into the air, “you look frustrated,” he added as he smiled broadly. I was an open book to shawn, he could read my face in every single situation, so knowing that he would not let this go before he knew what was up. The elevator doors opened as i could see him walk towards a door. His camera pointing towards his hands, as they slid the keycard though the slot on the door. I groaned out i frustration, seeing his fingers fiddle with the card,

“are you alone,” i almost whispered, my voice wasn’t stronger and i almost sounded weak or sad, i wasn’t, i was just really on edge, and needed this release so badly. He looked at me as he closed the door.

“Yes, now i am, whats up baby?” I sighed as i looked at him, my hand finding my clit again, him not being able to see what was going on, was turning me on even more, making it pool between my legs. 

“Yes shawn, what is up with me, im hella frustrated and needy as never before.” He looked at me, “and i was about to get myself off, for the one hundredths time these past few weeks,” i sighed as closed my eyes, my hands working on me. I opened them to look at him face, slightly smirking now. 

“Were you getting yourself off,” he whispered, sitting down on the bed. His voice had changed and i could see on him how much he enjoyed it. 

“Yes, i was, until you interrupted me,” i spoke. He laughed warmly as he watched me intensely. “You’re so hot,” he spoke. I smiled as i looked at him, took in every feature of his face, closing my eyes gently as i slipped my hands under my thong.

“Baby, are you wet for me,” he spoke. My eyes flew open as i looked him, he was biting his lip, which made a small moan escape from my mouth. 

“So wet, Shawn,” i spoke as i traced a finger through my folds, collecting the liquid which was now pooling in between my thighs, “want to see?”

“Yes baby, theres nothing i want more,” he whispered, he leaned closer to the camera, as i brought my fingers up in front of my face, the liquid shining on them in the light, he let out a throaty moans as he watched me. I took my fingers in my mouth, swirling my tongue around them, moaning as i tasted myself. His eyes were glued to the screen as i licked on my fingers, not even caring how desperate i looked, i needed him so much.

“You are being such a bad girl, do you know that,” he breathed out, hearing on his voice how needy he was himself, 

“Yes i know babe, but i just need you so badly,” i purred back at him as i started to slide off my shirt. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Show me what i am missing out on baby,” he whispered as i laid in my bra. Normally i was never this confident, maybe in the bedroom with shawn, but right  now he was sitting on the other side of the world, just being able to watch me, and that made it even more intimate, but also even more scary for me, but it sent adrenaline through my body, adrenaline which i hadn’t felt in a long time, and i needed it. I squirmed under my own touch as i caressed my breasts, shawns heavy breathing made me come back down to earth again. 

“Touch yourself, imagine it was me. Close your eyes and just listen to my voice,” and i did. I put my camera in the bedside table as i was now fully exposed in front of shawn. 

“New lingerie, hun?” he spoke, “you look absolutely incredible, oh how i wish that would be me doing this to you,” 

Closing my eyes and only listening to his voice, made it so much more intimate. My hands wandered down my naked ribcage following my sides down to my thong. 

“Take that off, you won’t need it,” i hooked my thumbs in the fabric and slid it off my legs. 

“Now,” he breathed out, i could hear him fiddle with his trousers himself as i giggled, knowing how frustrated he must be too. “Just glide your fingers up and down by your center, close your eyes, and keep them closed for me. Just imagine it being my hands,” i moaned out my fingers ran through my folds again. I ached my back as i took in another sharp breath, 

“Are you wet enough for me, ready to let me do this to you,” he spoke.

“Im soaked, babe” i spoke as i started to circle around my entrance, slowly pushing a finger inside of me. I moaned out loud as i could feel myself clench around my one finger.

“Add another one princess, stretch yourself out,” his voice seemed tender and full of care which made me scrunch up my nose, missing him next to me. “Fuck,” i moaned out as i started to pump my fingers in and out of myself. I could hear the sound of his faint moans on the other side of the line, making me ache for him even more. 

“Yes baby, just like that,” he spoke as i arched my back of the mattress, curling my toes, moaning out loud. Imagining his fingers inside of me, imagining shawns face concentrated and smiling, soft moans escaping his pink and plump lips, each and every time i clenched around him, 

“You feel so good shawn,” I moaned, my other hand grabbing my nipple, pinching it hard, just like he would do. My thoughts running wild, landing on the picture of shawns face between my legs, his eyes staring hungrily into mine. 

“Stroke your thumb over your clit, hard,” he moaned as he kept touching himself.

But i couldnt concentrate on watching him, i was too far down my own dream that i could ever open my eyes. My fingers scraping my walls, them clenching around my working fingers as i stretched my thumb, running it over my clit. My legs jolting at the touch on my sensitive nob. I moaned, 

“Harder, y/n” shawn said with a shaking yet demanding voice. 

I moaned, just thinking about him watching me. Putting pressure on my clit as i moved it in circles, my legs cramping upwards, as my mouth was wide open. “Yes, right there,” i screamed out as my head fell harder back into the pillow as i moaned louder, 

“Are you close baby girl,” he whispered. Not even being able to respond i let out a shaky breath as i bit my lip hard, 

“Dont do that,” he spoke. I knew it was his weakness, but i didn’t care. Still with closed eyes i turned my face to my right, so it was facing the camera. My mouth opened as i moaned. I knew that he was watching every move i was making. My fingers working in and out of me, and the sound of my wet core against my fingers was heard. 

“Yes shawn,” i screamed as i came around my fingers, i kept pushing them in and out as i rode out my orgasm. I moaned louder, squeezing my eyes shut. 

Slowly opening my eyes, my gaze meeting shawns as his dark orbs found mine, “fuck,” he whispered as he worked on himself. I moaned at the view of him, he was hard, bigger than i remembered him, which almost made me ache for him again. 

“Yes baby, i wish i could help you,” i whispered taking my phone in my hand, “wish i could lick it up, when you cum,” i had never been this forward with dirty talk, but it seemed to set shawn totally off, “just do it for me,” i moaned. And as the words left my mouth, i witnessed the most beautiful thing my eyes had seen in a long time:

His nose scrunched up as his forehead created four crinkles. His lips pouting as a stream of curse words left his pink lips. His eyes closed shut and tight, as his hand stroke his lengths. Sitting all vulnerable in front of the camera, in front of me, made me adore him even more than i hader ever done before. I dont know what it was about him, but it just drove me crazy, it just drove me crazy how thoughtful and passionate he was. And seeing him there releasing himself, wishing nothing more than helping him out, i realized how insanely much i loved the boy. I sighed as his face started to relax.

His features were gliding into normal position, his eyes still closed, breathing heavily. I smiled at the sight of him, just watching his rosy cheeks as his chest lifted slowly, trying to catch his breath. I chuckled, looking at him, as if he wasn’t real. His beauty was so out of this world. 

“I love you,” he whispered as he slowly opened his eyes. I smiled widely looking at him, “love you even more Shawn,” I rose from the bed gathering my thong and putting on a pair of shorts before settling myself on the bed again. 

“I miss you here,” i spoke as i looked at him. He smiled, sadness also over his face, “I miss you too,” 

“You should interrupt me more often,” i chuckled. 

“I dont think so,” he uttered, my face dropping, the worst thoughts popping into my mind. “Because i can’t stand not being the one to touch you,” he continued, my face lit up in a smile as the words left his mouth. 

“Then get your ass back home shawn,” i laughed as i turned over on the bed. Finally talking with my best friend again for what felt like hours. 

// A/N (I know i NEVER end with a note) I’m very sorry that this isn’t very good, I’ve been working on it in my drafts, and just finished it because i haven’t posted a lot recently, and want to keep you guys updated. Hope you can give me some response on it, and what i can do better.
I’m not an expert when it comes to sexting or sex over facetime, but i hope you enjoyed this little one anyway. lots of kisses xx

John Watson’s Little Bubble of Love

A/N: a fluffy John x Reader imagine. Just something at the top of my head lol. Feedback is always welcome ☺️.

Your hair was a mess. But it was a good kind of mess. Something that you’re proud to be seeing as you looked in the mirror.

“Seriously, Y/N. Even in the morning?” John murmured behind your ear, nuzzling into your fluffed hair as he embraced your from behind. “How are you always so beautiful?” His words were a tease but it was the way he said it that made you smile.

He was warm against your back as was his lips when he scattered soft kisses on your shoulder. “Stop,” you giggled, turning around inside his embrace to face him. “I thought you wanted me gone before your flatmate wakes.” You reasoned as brought your hand to the side of his face.

“I do.” He whined, feeling very much in conflict between wanting you to spend the day with him and hiding you from Sherlock.

“Why can’t you just tell him you’re in a relationship?” You asked. “I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“You haven’t the faintest idea how much my life and his are connected.” He laughed. “The work we do. It’s like we’re a single unit. I roughly get what he gets and… He gets what I get.” He sounded defeated as he spoke those last words. “And I got you…” He stared straight through your eyes as if he’s searching for something before he sighed. “I know it’s stupid-”

“No.” You cut him off, shaking your head lightly. “I understand.” You smiled at him and saw relief on his face. A little jealousy is good, you thought.

“It’s just- I just want to be in our little bubble of love for a couple more while before all hell breaks loose.” He added, touching his forehead to yours. And you snickered at his choice of words. “I really really do like you, Y/N. So much.” He said as he closed in the distance. He lightly pressed his mouth to yours and you parted your lips to let him deepen the kiss. The warmth of his kiss complimented the spearmint flavor of his toothpaste and you can’t get enough of it. It had so much meaning and promise-

“It’s 6:30am.” You soundly broke the kiss when you saw his room clock. “If we’re going with your master plan - Operation: Hide Y/N from Sherlock, then I should really be leaving.” You quickly took John’s shirt off and started putting your own clothes back on.

“I’ll walk you out.” John offered as he happily watched you get undressed and dressed. But your sharp halted movement caught his attention. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“My bra.” You cupped both your breasts through your button-down as you tried to remember where you left it. “I can’t find my bra.” You looked at him wide-eyed.

You can see John’s gears working before he snapped his fingers. “Kitchen.” And you remembered that that’s where you John started undressing each other. You started padding towards the kitchen but when you got there, you were greeted by another man.

“Good morning.” He greeted, looking up from his microscope. “Tea?” He offered.

“Uhm…” Your mind died down and was only jump started by a crescendoing voice asking ‘You found it?’

“No, but I found him.” You answered John as you pointed towards the sitting man.

“Sherlock?” John asked, he clearly wasn’t expecting this.

“Good morning, John.” Sherlock turned the light off of his microscope and gave John a once over, a smirk pulling on the corners of his mouth. “Sleep well?”

“Uh, yes I did.” John nodded. “You?”

“Got home last night but I couldn’t sleep. Something kept me up.” Sherlock looked over to you and a blush crept up to your cheeks when you remembered that you were missing a bra. “Oh, and I found something.” He stood and grabbed something under his suit jacket and handed them to you. “You shouldn’t really leave these lying around in my kitchen, Y/N.” He said in a low tone, holding out your black strapless bra and you were pretty sure you’re face was red. “Not that I mind.” He added.

Confusion and jealousy was evident from the way John was looking at his flatmate but he decided to shake his head instead. “Where’d you found them?” John asked.

“Elegantly draped on my test tube rack.” Sherlock answered.

“How do you know my name?” Your voice came out a little shaky, earning a smirk from Sherlock.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” He said.

“Answer the question.” John crossed his arms.

“Well, I heard it lots of times last night. Quite hard to miss.” He answered John.

“How much did you hear?” You asked him again, gulping.

“Enough to know you like it rough.” He winked.

And that’s when John knew he had to say goodbye to his most treasured little bubble of love.

JB Imagine - Tour Surprise (Smut)

A/N - I had originally written this one for Mark because a friend of mine asked me to but since I’ve posted a lot of Mark imagines, I decided to change it to fit JB. Enjoy and keep sending those requests in!

You stood backstage, watching your boyfriend jump around the stage with his 6 best friends, all singing their hearts out. It made you so happy to see him like this. He was in his element and loved every minute of performing. Jaebum had always been more reserved and didn’t often share his innermost feelings but he would always confess to you how much performing meant to him. You were so proud of him and adored every minute you got to see him perform. The best part of it all though was how hot he looked, getting all sweaty onstage. You were actually surprising him and, as far as you knew, he had no idea that you were waiting there to see him.

The concert began to wind down and you ran off to the dressing room to wait for him. You had organised with the others for them to send Jaebum into the dressing room to fetch something and they’d leave you to ‘catch up’. You sat there, looking at your phone and reading update twitter accounts so you knew when they’d got off stage. Hearing footsteps from the corridor, you stood behind the door so you could close it behind him and then surprise him. The handle turned and Jaebum walked in, his white shirt clinging to his body from the sweat. You pushed the door, locked it and turned around, looking at him seductively. “Surprise, babe.”
“(Y/N)? Oh my god I’ve missed you so much,” he said, hugging you tightly.
“I missed you too, baby,” you responded as your hands explored his body.
“Something makes me think you just missed my body.”
“How could I not? It’s your fault for being so fucking sexy.” You began to kiss below his earlobe, gently sucking at the skin. Jaebum let out a soft moan as he gripped your hips tighter, pressing his body against yours. His fingertips danced at the hem of your shirt and you moved from his neck to say, “Just hurry up and take it off.”
“A little desperate are we?” He teased, moving his hands away from your shirt to tangle in your hair. His lips moved against yours and, needy for him, your hands travelled to the bottom of your shirt and you pulled it up, exposing his sweat-glistened abs. Your hands explored his body until he grabbed your wrists, pinning them on the door above you. He broke the kiss and smirked at you, clearly enjoying seeing you under his control. You whimpered at the lack of his hands on your body and he chuckled, placing his lips below your ear. He whispered into your ear, “Baby, I’m going to make you moan my name so loud this whole arena will know you’re mine.” The sound of him whispering so sensually made your knees weak and you needed him even more.
“Jaebum, please. I need you.”
“As you wish, baby,” he said, his hands releasing their grip on your wrist and moving to your thighs.

He picked you up and carried you over to the sofa in the dressing room, placing you down before moving to straddle you. His hands sat at the bottom of your shirt and he teasingly pulled it up, going slow to frustrate you. He discarded the shirt on the floor and reached behind your back to unclasp your bra.
“God, you’re so beautiful, baby. I missed seeing you and touching you. I missed the sound of your voice underneath me.” His hands roamed your body and he leaned forward to kiss your collarbones, nipping at the skin to leave his mark on you. His tongue began to trail down to your chest, lingering on the soft skin. His mouth worked its magic on you as he kept licking and nipping and sucking at your skin. Moans rolled off your tongue at the pleasure he was giving you. He began to move further down towards the waistline of your jeans. His fingers quickly unzipped them, pulling them down to expose your legs. His hands massaged your upper thighs, edging closer to where you needed him most. He slowly dragged your underwear down, wanting to savour your desperation for as long as possible. His lips kissed your bare skin and he slowly dragged his tongue down, tasting you.
“Jaebum,” you moaned, dragging out the syllables in his name, “please just fuck me.” He continued to work his tongue on you but also slipped two fingers inside of you, curling them at just the right place.
“Just be patient, baby. We’ve got all night,” he said as he slipped a third finger in to satisfy your hunger. You tangled your fingers in his hair, moving his head so his tongue was in just the right spot. You felt yourself getting closer and closer until Jaebum’s fingers slipped out of you, leaving you annoyed and unsatisfied.
“Baaaabe, why’d you stop?” You asked him, looking at him with an annoyed look on your face.
“It’s more fun for me.”
“Well it’s not for me,” you sulked, watching him move up to kiss your lips. You rubbed your hands down his abs to the belt of his jeans, quickly undoing it. His hands replaced yours to take off his jeans and boxers quickly before he finally gave you what you wanted most. Him.

He pushed into you slowly. Painfully slow. Itching for more, your nails dug into his back at an attempt to get him to pick up the pace. Jaebum rolled his hips faster as his lips found your neck again. He moaned against your skin, driving you closer to the edge. His deep voice was heaven to your ears and you moaned in response, spurring him one even more. You could feel yourself edging closer to your climax and Jaebum was right there with you, his thrusts becoming rougher and faster. As you got closer and closer, your moans became breathier until you reached your climax. Jaebum groaned as he released into you, his eyes closed from the pleasure.

As you both came down from your highs, Jaebum rested his head on your chest, leaving light kisses.
“Hey, Jaebum?”
“Yeah?” He looked up at you, resting his chin on your stomach.
“Did I tell you how hot you look on stage?” He laughed in response and said, “God I love you, (Y/N).”
“Love you too, babe.”

Happy Birthday, sallygrace!

May 10 - “I’m/we personally offended that you didn’t ask me/us to be your fake date/s.” WinterShieldShock for @sallygrace

Written by @ibelieveinturtles  (SerialObsessor on AO3)

Bucky and Steve cornered her within twenty minutes of her return to the complex. She’d barely had enough time to drop her surprise into the spare room of the empty apartment and have a quick shower before they caught up with her.

“So, where have you been?” Steve asked as she opened the door and let them in.

“Out,” Darcy replied, a hint of a smile on her face.

Keep reading

From Your Toes to Your Face (Roman Reigns Blurb)

Requested: Yes, #9

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warning: slight smut

Prompt: “I love you from your toes to your face.”

Originally posted by nobleambrosia

           You were laying with Roman on your bed and snuggled up to him as you smiled and playful bit shoulder to get his attention. “Oww,” he grumbled, giant grin on his face as you slid on top of him and peppered open mouthed kisses against his chest and abs, pushing your hair out of your face and giggled.

            “I’m sorry, I’m just happy that you’re finally home,” you told him honestly, your fingers moving up to touch his face with a feather touch, afraid that if you closed your eyes, he’d disappear again and go back onto the road.

            “Baby, I’m all yours, I’m not going anywhere for a few weeks,” he told you, leaning up to press a kiss to your jaw and his lips dragging to your mouth, catching it in a heated and heavy kiss. His hands went around your waist and pulled you down underneath him as he stayed up on his elbows. Only in his boxers, you pulled him down so his weight was all on top of you. Being in just your underwear yourself, you wanted to feel the skin to skin contact that you’d missed and craved.

            “God, I missed everything about you,” he groaned as his lips found their way to your neck and down your cleavage until he was completely at the bottom of your feet, pushing off the covers as you looked down at him. “I love you so much,” he said, “I love you from your toes,” he whispered.

 Roman pressed a kiss to the insides of your ankles, his lips trailing up your left leg slowly, making you shudder as he stopped at your covered core and pulled your underwear to the side and pressing a kiss to your mound before flattening his tongue and pressing his tongue to you, shaking his tongue back and forth, making you moan slightly and buck your hips, wanting more.

 He grinned up at you before pulling your underwear back into place, his lips pressed against right below your belly button and then bit your hips slowly as your breath became more uneven and heavy as he moved his way to your breasts. “God, I missed your tits,” he groaned as he pulled your bra down and cupping your left boob while he sucked on your right nipple, his tongue teasing you as you through your head back.

 After a few minutes, he kissed up your chest and to your collarbones before pecking your lips and then your forehead, “to your face,” he finished, smiling at you before moving back down your body to finish what he started.