Pls draw a lizard with double Ds working ward for the money she earns. Fishnets for bonus points
her job is being a lizard and standing on two D batteries and business is good
she tried on the fishnets but there were none in her size and they kept getting stuck on her spines, despite her lack of flashy clothing (or any clothing at all) she remains the best paid performer at her club
Warning: Smut, threesome, cursing, hair pulling, rough sex, spitting, spanking, orgasm denial/delayed, being tied up and blindfolded. (I suck at warning tags so if you think one needs to be added, please tell me.)
Notes: My first threesome and let me tell you it was hard to write! First time writing Hvitserk too, I hope it went well. Sorry for the length, I don’t know how this monstrosity ended with so many words but I hope it’s worth it. Thank you for your advice concerning it. Ivar and Hvitserk love each other in this (take notes Hirst). Again, sorry for any mistakes! Enjoy, sisters!
and his great army advanced through England quite easily, pillaging and killing
every single person that stood on their way. Today was a great day for the King;
he had won the ultimate battle that raged for almost four months. He had slaughtered
the entire royal family without a second thought and had taken the praised crown
of York. Soon, the news would spread, giving Ivar the fame he craved, the fame
he deserved. For he was the most brutal yet the most worthy man you ever met. The
kind of man you dreamt of but never could admit it out loud. It didn’t help
that he was unfairly attractive. So attractive that even Balder, the most
beautiful god in Asgard, would be jealous.
to fight the attraction you had for him but you couldn’t fight the feelings you
felt in his presence. You couldn’t deny the wetness between your legs every
time he roared one of his clever speeches, perched proudly upon his throne or
his chariot. You couldn’t deny the dreams you had. Him above you, taking
whatever he wanted from your willing and helpless body.
Summary: “So grab me by the neck and don’t you ever let go, mess me up so good until I’m begging for more”
Word Count: 5317
Warnings: Sex, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Swearing
Author’s note: This is the first time I’ve ever written smut, besides that tiny thing in the Conor imagine I posted last night, so please please please let me know how you like it. Also this is the longest imagine I’ve ever posted whoops.
going to shatter that fucking thing if you’re not careful.”
your head around at the sound of your best friend’s voice, having not even
realised that your grip on your glass had become worryingly tight. You gave him
a sheepish smile as you looked up at Conor’s face, so different to that of his
brother’s, and yet with the same piercing eyes that seemed to draw you in every
god damn time. “Dunno what you’re on about,” you mumbled as you turned back to
where you had been looking before, unsurprised at the lack of change in the
scene in front of you.
“Just go and
bloody talk to him,” Conor groaned as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders
comfortingly. He had watched you and his little brother dance around your
feelings for each other for the better part of two years now and he was getting
right sick of it. All those secret glances when you thought nobody was looking
and avoiding each other when the other had someone of the opposite sex around,
it was beyond ridiculous. He had thought that after you and Jack had kissed at
the Christmas party last month, that things would finally improve but they hadn’t,
your relationship had merely shifted from ‘just friends’ to ‘just friends with
benefits’ and as much as he was thankful that you were finally getting laid and
working out some of that aggression, he could see how much it was hurting you,
and he wasn’t okay with that.
block the master? I don’t think so,” you scoffed bitterly, your fingers
tightening around the base of your glass again. You knew that the situation you
had going at the moment wasn’t ideal, but it was Jack. You had waited so long
for him to see you as more than his brother’s best mate and now he did but it
was non-exclusive. You knew that you should respect yourself enough to get out
but you couldn’t, if this was all that you could have with him, then that was
what you would have. It hurt though, being with him between the sheets and then
seeing him with pretty girls in the streets.
that’s enough!” Conor’s voice almost shocked you into dropping your glass, you
looked up at him with wide eyes as he pried the glass out from between your
fingertips and placed in on the table behind you before offering you his hand. “Come
on,” he urges you, wriggling his own fingers teasingly, “You and I are gonna go
get a drink, and then we’re gonna go and dance, and you’re gonna forget all
about my little brother and his tiny dick,” he smirked at you, making you laugh
slightly before placing your hand in his and letting him tug you back towards
you had often wondered whether you were chasing the wrong Maynard. Conor had
been your best friend for the better part of the past three years and you spent
a lot of time together. He was handsome and charming and hilarious and sweet
when he wanted to be, and you had drunkenly hooked up before so you knew he was
a good kisser. Somehow though, you knew it just would be right. Because every
single time the thought crossed your mind, you thought of Jack and you just
couldn’t fathom being with anyone else.
you to the opposite side of the bar, far away from where Jack was currently
chatting up some pretty blonde with double d’s who would plaster the news of
their hook up across twitter/Instagram/snapchat/etc tomorrow. You could never
take your eyes off of him, and especially not when he looked as unfairly
gorgeous as he did tonight. It wasn’t until his eyes flickered to yours and
that signature smirk spread across his face that you looked away, refocusing on
your best friend and the alcohol in front of him.
You let out
a loud groan when you noticed that Conor had ordered a round of tequila shots
each for the both of you. Tequila had always been the one alcohol that would
send you under the table, having been your university room mates poison of
choice; any other alcohol and you could generally hold your own but Tequila was
the one which would have you yelling drunkenly at Jack within the hour. “Conor,
really?” you whined at your best friend, “You know Tequila is my weakness, I’ll
be all over you in an hour,” you joked, having already accepted your fate as
you picked up the shot.
shrugged, “If that’s what happens, then it happens, no regrets,” he winked at
you before picking up his own shot, the both of you throwing the shots back
before slamming the glasses down on the bar. You grinned at him as you noticed
his face twisting into a grimace at the taste of the tequila, knowing full well
that he had only chosen the liquor in order to get you drunk. You could already
feel yourself lightening up at the alcohol pumping through your veins. “Feel
better now?” he asked you as he chugged back the vodka and soda in his hand,
obviously keen to rid his mouth of the foul taste.
You let out
a small giggle as you nodded, wrapping
your arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss his cheek lightly, “Thank you,”
you whispered to him, before holding out your hands, “Come on then!” you said
loudly, “Thought you promised me a dance, Maynard?” you grinned at him, your
smile growing as he slipped his hands into yours, tugging you into him for a
tight hug before pulling you in the direction of the dance floor.
to look behind you to where you could feel Jack’s eyes burning into your
backside; if he wanted to use you and then throw you away then fine, he wasn’t
the only one who could draw attention on the dance floor, and you were going to
make sure of it, besides, was it just you, or was Conor looking particularly
bar, Jack could barely believe his eyes. You never drank tequila when you went
out, you always skipped out on it when the boys organised shots, so why on
earth would you down four shots with Conor? And why the hell were you letting
him drag you onto the dance floor right now? The only person who you ever dance
with when you went out was him, he was the only one who you let put their hands
looked that good when they had gotten there? Had that dress always hugged your
frame that fantastically? He gulped down the remainder of his joke and tried
focusing on the girl in front of him, she had caught his eye when he’d come up
here before, with her large chest and long curvy legs, but the longer he looked
at her, the more he noticed the flaws in her appearance. Her eyes were dull and
surrounded by too much eyeliner, they didn’t sparkle like yours did, he couldn’t
see the emotions flash through them like he did in yours when you would lay in
bed with him and tell him stories about from before you’d met him and the boys.
Her lips were flat and looked sticky with lip gloss, they weren’t plump and red
like yours always seemed to be, even more so after he had been kissing you.
He tried to
pay attention to her, tried to focus on the way her lips moved, tried to
imagine the way they would wrap around his cock like yours had this morning
when he’d had you in the shower, but he merely cringed at the thought of her
touching him like that. His eyes flitted over to where he could see you and
Conor on the dance floor and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head, rage
pumping through his blood stream and making him nearly blind with unadulterated
You had your
back to Conor’s chest as you guys danced to the overly loud EDM song which was
pumping out of the speakers, your head was thrown back against his shoulder as
you giggled at something that he was saying into your ear. Jack had no clue
what his brother was saying, but he was pretty sure that whatever it was, wasn’t
innocent. He clenched his fists together at his side as he watched Conor’s
hands slide down to your hips, knowing god damn well that you didn’t wear
proper underwear under that particular dress because of visible panty lines.
when he saw Conor’s head drop down and press to the crook of your neck, right
where Jack knew that special spot was,
the one that would drive you absolutely wild when Jack latched onto it. He was
ditching the girl and surging across the bar towards the dance floor before he
could second guess himself; all he knew was that he needed to get between the
two of you before you ended up in Conor’s bed by the end of the night, because
you were his.
It was a
reasonably small and cosy club that the gang had found themselves in tonight,
as opposed to some of the bigger ones that they frequented, so it didn’t take
long until Jack was in front of you, and wanting to knock that dumb smirk right
off of his older brothers face. You didn’t notice that Jack was there until he
was right in front of your face, but as soon as he was, you barely registered
that Conor was even there. A smile lit up your entire face that had Jack’s
stomach doing backflips, you were so happy all of the time, how on earth could
he even consider someone else?
squealed as you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, having to stand on
your tip toes to wrap them around him properly. You could feel the warmth of
him seeping in through your clothes as you buried your face into his neck like
you always did. “Conor was just telling me the funniest story!” you giggled as
you pulled back, whipping your head around to confirm the story, only to find
that Conor was nowhere to be seen, “Hey where’d he go?” you pouted as you
turned back to face Jack, only to find he had a peculiar look in his eye that
you couldn’t quite decifer.
realised for the first time how close you were to him, “What happened to that
girl?” You asked him curiously as he pulled you into his body, his arms wrapped
tightly around your lower waist, “Looked like you two were really hitting it
off,” you commented as your arms wrapped around his neck loosely, one hand
tangling in his blonde strands as the other lingered around the hem of his
shirt, the very shirt you had torn off of him this time last week.
chuckled slightly as he bent his head down to be closer to you, “Why? Is
someone jealous?” he asked, his mouth hot against your ear as his warm breath
washed over your neck, making you subconsciously press yourself closer to him.
You bit back a moan as he tugged on your ear lobe with his teeth gently before
pressing a kiss to the spot behind your ear. He pulled back to gauge your
reaction and wasn’t surprised when he noticed you rolling your eyes, despite
the deep and dark blush on your face.
He brushed his
lips against your jaw bone softly, barely even a whisper of a kiss against your
skin, “You know you’re the only girl for me,” he murmured against your skin,
dragging his mouth across your jaw and down your neck slowly, occasionally using
his teeth to nip at the spots he knew were sure to set you off. He smirked
against your skin when he felt your breath hitch, latching his mouth onto the
special spot and giving in a particularly hard suck.
breathlessly, using the hand that was in his hair to pull him away from you, “Last
time I checked, this,” you gestured between the two of you, “was non-exclusive,
that’s what you wanted, right?” you asked innocently. You were riling him up
and you knew it, for some reason, he was being all weird and possessive and you
were gonna revel in it for as long as you possibly could. You let out a squeak
when he used his arms around your waist to haul you into him, your hips pressed
together tightly as he growled into your ear.
pretend that this is just sex, you know it and I know it, so don’t give me that
shit,” he hissed against you before sinking his teeth into that special spot
and making you throw your head back, your nails digging into the exposed skin
of his shoulder as you pressed the whole length of your body against him,
feeling his hardness press into your stomach firmly as he rutted against you.
a frustrated huff, you used your hands to tug his head up harshly, both of you
breathing heavily as you looked at each other, his cheeks already red with the
arousal that was pressed against your stomach, as well as the dampness that you
could feel pooling in between your legs. “So are you just gonna talk shit or
are you gonna actually do something about it?” you challenged him with a raised
eyebrow. You knew exactly how to bait him, the same way he knew how to drive
He let out a
low growl as he yanked you into him, his hands caged around your face as he
kissed you harshly. You moaned into his mouth softly as you gripped his shirt
in your hands, nipping at his bottom lip playfully as he kissed you with a
bruising intensity. You let out a soft gasp as one of his hands slid from the
back of your neck, down to your ass, squeezing you roughly. You felt him smirk
against your mouth as your mouth fell open slightly, slipping his tongue in
between your lips and deepening the kiss.
There was no
denying it, the boy knew how to use his mouth, he was a phenomenal kisser, and
was even better at using his mouth on other areas of your body. Right now you
weren’t concerned about his mouth though, you were more interested with the
rather hard appendage that he was currently grinding into your hip. The boy was
hung as hell, and there was no getting around it. Memories of this morning came
flashing through you like a flood, the memory of waking up with his head
between your thighs making you whimper into his mouth, that boy knew all of you
secret spots and was not shy about any of it.
pulled back from you, biting his lip at the sight of you looking up at him with
pupils blown wide and lips swollen and bright red, the memory of you looking up
at him from between his legs this morning making him swallow back a groan. He
pressed his mouth against your ear again, “C’mon, let me take you home, you
know I’ll make it worth your while,” he groaned into your ear, sending a sharp
surge of pleasure shooting down your spine. Pulling back to see your reaction,
he let out a relieved breath of hot air as you nodded quickly, his hand
latching onto yours and tugging you behind him as you both made your way out of
the sweltering hot club.
grip that he had on your hand did not escape your notice as he pulled you out
of the club and into a cab outside, letting out a deep breath as he slumped
against the seat on one side. “What in the hell has gotten into you?” you
demanded, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned your body to look at
him, furrowing your eyebrows together tightly as you moved your eyes over his
physique. You didn’t want to stay on one part too long, otherwise you’d become
distracted by the different parts of his body that reminded you how beautiful
You let out
a squeak as he wrapped hand around your waist, hauling you over to his side of
the cab abruptly and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “Didn’t like
it,” he mumbled into your neck, humming contently as your hand reached up to
run through his hair softly, your nails scratching against his scalp softly as
he nuzzles his nose against the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Didn’t
like seeing Conor with his hands all over you,” he mumbled again, lifting his
head up to look into your eyes that were wide in shock as you listened to him
intently, your heart bashing against his chest. “You’re mine,” he whispered,
his mouth pressing against your jaw again as you nodded blindly.
mumbled hoarsely as his mouth moved down your neck again.
You didn’t remember
how you made it from the cab to Jack’s apartment, partly because it happened so
fast that you could barely blink, and partly because you had spent most of it
with your mouth glued to Jack’s neck. As soon as you crossed the threshold into
the apartment, both of your clothes were flying off, leaving a trail behind you
both of your heels, Jack’s shirt and belt, with his shoes ending up somewhere
near the kitchen. Before you knew it, you were flat on your back on Jack’s
extremely plush bed, with Jack kneeling at the bottom of the bed and smirking
eyes, you propped yourself up on your elbows on the bed, balancing your weight
on them as you cocked your head to the side slightly, “I’m not gonna magically
transform into a perfect ten, y’know,” you chuckled softly, “This is as good as
it’s gonna get, Maynard” you smirked. He simply shook his head at you before
pushing your legs apart, your tight dress moving up and over your hips as he
settled his body between your thighs, much like he had this morning.
He kissed a
line across the top of your panties as his hands hooked behind your knees and dragged
them over his shoulders, opening you up to him. You collapsed onto your back as
he placed open mouthed kisses to you through the thin lace of your panties,
your hands weaved into his hair as his mouth continued on it’s way down,
placing kisses down your upper thighs before switching sides and kissing up the
other thigh, just avoiding the place where you needed him the most.
teeth, he dragged down your panties slowly, his nose brushing against you
softly and causing you to let out the most pornographic sound you had ever
heard in your life. He smirked up at you from between your thighs, discarding
your panties behind him as he spread his hands out over your hips, holding you
open to him as he physically licked his lips, oh this boy was going to be the
absolute death of you.
your knee, he began placing feather light kisses to your inner thigh, slowly making
his way up to the apex of your thighs where you laid bare and ready for him. “Such
a good girl for me,” he murmured against your skin, “Always so ready for me,”
he mumbled as he dug his fingertips into your hips, hard enough so that you
were sure that you’d have matching bruises in the morning.
you whined, bucking your hips up in an attempt to create some friction, “Hurry
U-ohhh,” a moan ripped out of your
mouth as he suddenly licked a strip from top to bottom, the tip of his tongue flicking
against your clit as he slid one finger inside of you.
You felt the
pleasure began to build as he latched his mouth onto your bundle of nerves,
sucking and flicking his tongue against your clit as he set a steady rhythm of
pumping his finger in and out of you.
a hand over your mouth as you moaned even louder, your nails digging into his
scalp and causing him the hum against you, the vibrations going through you
like shock waves. You whined and bucked your hips against his face, desperate
to go over that edge, causing him to wrap his arm around your waist to hold you
in place as he added another finger into the mix.
fingers up to brush against that specific spot inside of you, you tugged on his
hair harshly, making his smirk against you as he picked up the pace, pumping
his fingers into you faster and making sure to press firmly against that spot
every single time.
could feel the coil of pleasure in your stomach begin to tighten almost
painfully, your thighs shaking around his head as you threw your head back, “Oh
oh my god, Jack! I-I’m g-gonna, oh! I’m
almost there!” You moaned out loudly, trying to buck your hips up. Jack curved
his fingers again, focusing on just rubbing against that spot until you were
coming like a tidal wave. Your back arched up off of the bed as you fell apart
beneath him, riding out the last waves of your orgasm until you were shaking,
pushing him back as you tried to catch your breath.
managed to regain your breath, you pushed yourself up again, intent on
returning the favour, only to find Jack having already discarded his tight
jeans and crawling up towards you. You never got used to seeing him like this,
he was big but not too big and perfectly thick, in other words, the boy was
hung as hell and you drooled slightly every time you saw him naked.
up over you, pushing your dress up your body and peeling it over your head as
he went, his mouth pressing a line of hot, open mouthed kisses as he went. You
didn’t object when he pulled your dress over your head, nor when he unclasped
your lace bra and latched his mouth onto your nipple, dragging his teeth over
it gently as his hand tended to the other one.
reached down between you, wrapping around his girth and beginning to pump him
up and down. Jack let out a grunt as he grabbed onto your wrist burying his
face in your neck as he pulled you off of him; that was different, Jack never
said no to a hand job or blowjob. He chuckled against your skin as he brought your
hand up beside your head, lacing it with one of his as he brought his head up
to look at you. “I’m not gonna last if you put your hands on me,” he chuckled
softly, brushing his nose against yours with unfamiliar gentleness as he leaned
down to kiss you, dragging the tip of his cock up to rub against your clit, and
sending a jolt of pleasure through you.
lip, you lifted one of your legs to wrap around his hips, you pulled him
forward until he was right against you. Smirking, he wrapped his hand around
your thigh, hooking the other one around his hips as he entered you in one
smooth thrust. Throwing your head back at the feeling of him fully inside of
you, you let out a loud moan, arching your back and wriggling your hips in a
silent plea for him to move. He seemed to catch on as he braced his hands next
to your head in a push up position as he set a quick rhythm straight up.
You dug your
nails into his back as you arched into him, dragging them down his taut skin as
he attached his mouth to your sweet spot, working on leaving a sizable mark on
your neck as he hiked your leg up even higher on his waist, scraping his teeth
against your neck as he gave a particularly hard thrust, his fingers digging
into your thigh harshly.
so fucking tight,” Jack groaned into your ear, his breath hot against your
neck as he snapped his hips against you even harder than he had been before. He
let out a strangled grunt when you tightened around him, your walls squeezing
him tightly as he picked up the pace, his hand wriggling between you two as his
thumb pressed against your clit again.
You let out
a high pitched moan as he slammed into you, knowing from the way he was
quivering inside you, that he was nearing the peak. “Come on, baby, I’m almost
there, go over the edge with me,” he grunted in your ear, the wet sound of skin
slapping together filling the room, both of you covered in a thin layer of
sweat as you bit your lip.
brief lapse in his attention, you flipped him onto his back, arching your spine
as the new angle allowed him to slip in just that little bit deeper, pressing
harder onto that specific spot inside of you. Bracing yourself with your hands
on his chest, you began bouncing up and down, moaning at the new feelings
surging through you.
faster, feeling the ball of fire in your stomach coil up even tighter as you
picked up the pace, all you needed was that little push, and you’d go off of
the edge with him. You let out a loud high pitched scream as his thumb pressed
against your clit for the third time, white spots exploding behind your eyes as
your second orgasm of the night hit you like a freight train. It wasn’t long
until Jack was following after you, his hips snapping like pistons into your
own until he was letting out a guttural grunt and holding your hips to his as
he exploded inside of you.
collapsed forward onto his chest, covered in sweat and coated in the combined
juices of you two as he slowly slipped out of you, softening against your thigh
as he wrapped his arms around your tired and clammy body. You rested your face
in the crook of his neck, breathing in and out softly as you attempting to
recollect yourself. You traced patterns onto his chest with the tip of your
nail as you felt his chest still heaving up and down underneath your hand.
heard once that, if you have absolutely mind blowing sex (like you’d had just
then) then the best thing for you to do, was not talk to the guy afterwards, so
as to let him get his bearings back. With that in mind, you crawled out of his
arms and made your way into the bathroom to clean up.
looked at yourself in the mirror, your mind went back to earlier tonight, had
he been jealous of you and Conor? If so, why? It had been his idea to keep the
arrangement as no strings attached, friends with benefits only. Why was he
suddenly being so boyfriend?
remained on your mind as you tugged his thrasher shirt over your head, your
favourite of all his shirts, and padded back into his room, expecting to see
him zonked out on the bed. You were not expecting to see a fully coherent Jack
Maynard sitting up in bed and twirling your panties around in his hands.
you hurried over and pulled them out of his grasp, pulling them back up your
legs quickly before taking a seat next to him on the bed. He smiled at you
dopily, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear gently, “You look beautiful in
my shirts,” he mumbled softly, his smile widening when you blushed deeply but
leaned into his hand nonetheless.
lip, you looked up at him again, “Why didn’t you take that girl home with you
tonight?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, your curiosity
getting the better of you.
“Why does it
matter, Y/N?” he asked as he looking down at his lap, remembering when you had
been on it fifteen minutes ago. He hadn’t expected you to ask him that, not
after you guys had just had the best sex you’d ever had before.
were totally into her, and then you ditched just to make sure I wasn’t going to
hook up with Conor!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air in
exasperation. Jack was a master at avoiding direct questions and had been for
as long as you’d known him, it was one of the things that made him so alluring
to girls your age.
my brother!” He fired back, his expression twisting into a scowl at your persistence,
“You have a club full of guys to choose from and you pick my brother?!” he
sneered, crossing his arms across his chest in a huff.
“All I would
have done is kiss him, and that shouldn’t even matter to you! You’re the one
who chose this arrangement, not me!” you screeched, running a hand through your
hair in agitation, “So tell me why you went home with me and not her? Because I’m
easy? Because you don’t have to worry about me being a pain the next morning?”
you badgered him, knowing that you were getting too worked up but being too far
gone to stop it. Your words were spewing out of your mouth at an alarming rate
and you couldn’t stop them.
To say you
were shocked at his words would have been a vast understatement.
He took a
deep breath before looking at you again, “She wasn’t you, and the more I looked
at her, I compared her to you and realised that I was being a fucking twat to
you,” he sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair and making you bite
your lip as his biceps tensed slightly. “You deserve the world, Y/N, you
deserve a guy like Conor or Oli who can give it to you,” he muttered, avoiding
You let out
a small laugh, unable to believe what was happening, Jack actually wanted you
for more than sex.
unsuccessfully trying to capture his gaze, you crawled into his lap, sitting
back on his thighs as you hooked your hands around his jaw, dragging his head
up to look at you and almost melting at the vulnerable look in his eyes. “Jack,”
you said softly, your thumb rubbing against his jawbone gently, “You’re the
only one I’ve ever wanted, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this if it were any
different,” you giggled. “So if you want to be with me, then I’m right here,
but if you don’t, then I’m probably just gonna keep wanting you,” You told him
in a soft voice, sure that your own vulnerability was shining through at that
He let out a
soft laugh before yanking you forwards and wrapping his arms around you
tightly, “How could anyone possibly not want to be with you?” he grinned as he
pressed kisses all over your face. You giggled loudly as he rolled you onto
your side, tucking the blanket around you as he pressed a small kiss to your
help the smile that spread over your face at the action, so this is what it
felt like when the person you wanted, wanted you back.
There was a childlike innocence about you when Alex first
led the two of you inside – it took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim
lights and your feet stopped just shy of the threshold. Eyes wide and lips
parted just so, you took in the scene in front of you. Girls with big skirts
twirled around on the dance floor, partners close in tow. The bass plucked out
a steady beat you could feel thumping in your chest. Shouts and laughter were
cascading throughout the room and there was a rather indescribable energy about
Alex thumbed over your hand he’d so carefully held in his
the entire walk here.
“Shall we?” he asked with a grin.
You eagerly nodded your head, causing Alex to chuckle beside you. The band strung out the last few notes of a song, and he led you to the edge of the dance floor, waiting for those exiting to walk off and take their spot. The dance floor was easily a few degrees warmer than the rest of the building, but with all of the energy and laughter, how could it not?
A man with a pinstripe suit walked over to the microphone on the band’s platform.
“Is everyone enjoying themselves?” he called out.
A roar of cheers and yells from the crowd of dancers answered him, and he signaled to the band to start again. The bass started up again, and with the wail of a trumpet, the people around you began to move.
“I might be a little rusty,” you spoke over the music, “It’s been quite a –,”
“I’ve got yeh, love,” Alex winked at you, “Gentlemen are supposed t’lead, remember?”
Before you could rattle off another response, he grabbed your hand and spun you, starting the momentum that would carry the pair of you through the dance. While it had been at least a year or so since you’d danced with a partner to this caliber, it very quickly came back to you.
Alex knew his steps as well, making it much easier to get into a rhythm. His hand held yours tightly as he twirled you, dipped you back, and sometimes when the music swelled just right, picked you up and spun you in the air. Laughs cried out from your mouth with no sign of stopping any time soon. The very nature of swing dancing is energetic and quick, allowing for little communication. Alex would whisper the names of the steps coming up next in your ear as you passed by, trusting he’d be there to catch you when you prepared to turn a new way.
You liked the way he felt strong around your waist, making sure you knew he was there to guide you. He was your anchor, and you were there to be shown off.
The two of you danced through many songs and were left breathless by the amount of energy you’d put out. As the night went on, the pairs dwindled down to only a few, including Alex and yourself.
It must have been nearing ten o’clock, as Alex kept glancing down at his wristwatch.
“One more dance, yeah?” he moved to your side and spoke into your ear over the chatter in the room, “Can’t have yeh home late, your pops would hang me!”
You turned to him, a fake pout on your lips, “I guess so,” you said reluctantly, being a bit dramatic in your tone. But, truth be told, you didn’t want to mind the curfew set in place. You didn’t want to leave Alex. This was the most free you’d felt in ages.
“Aw petal, don’t gimme tha’ look,” he bantered back, “Where’d my firecracker go?”
The band abruptly counted off another song, and you took your place – hands together with Alex, facing him and waiting for the right beat to start. He gave you a cheeky grin before sending you backward in a turn and quickly catching you back in his arms. Your laughs sounded like bells as the two of you twirled around each other and you knew you’d be sore in the morning, as your legs already felt wobbly.
The last note rang out and cheers erupted from the crowd and Alex looked down at his wrist once again. The fact that he was continuously checking warmed your heart just a bit – his cocky and boastful attitude was really just something of a cover. He really cared that he made a good impression on your father.
“C’mon, m’lady,” he took your hand in his and led you (begrudgingly) toward the door. The night air felt refreshing on your cheeks after being so warm.
Alex walked by your side, hand keeping a firm grip on yours. The two of you walked in silence on your way back – it wasn’t uncomfortable though. It felt right.
“I had a really lovely time tonight, Alex,” you broke the silence. His name still made your cheeks blush, and you were very glad it was too dark to notice. He was glad you couldn’t hear the way his heart was all but beating out of his chest.
“I did, too, y/n,” he took a quick glance over at you, biting back a grin as he said your name.
It was like the two of you were school children, not twenty-year-olds, with the way you were acting. Bashful, shy, and sweet.
“I’d love to go again, if you’d like to?” your tongue stumbled over the question, “Say, what time is it anyway?”
“F’course I’d love t’go again,” he laughed, “S’only just after half past nine o’clock.” His voice grew softer, sheepish almost.
“Only half past?” you stopped walking, “Alex! We could still be dancing! We still have –,”
Alex turned to face you and you looked up to meet his eyes, pout on your face authentic this time. “Jus’ wanted to spend more time talkin’ with yeh, promise,” he said warmly, “Love dancin’ jus’ as much as the next, but yeh can’t learn about a person jus’ by the way they dance.”
“You sneaky crow,” you poked at him, “What do you want to know then, hm?”
Alex chuckled at your seemingly threatening manner, leading you towards a bench near your father’s storefront before continuing. You nervously throw a look over your shoulder to the windows of the shop, relieved when you see that the lights are off, and your family is tucked up in their flat.
“Still have a few minutes, don’t worry,” Alex said reassuringly, “M’keepin’ an eye on the time.”
He was still holding your hand as the two of you sat there, giving it a squeeze every so often to remind you that he was there.
“So, Mr. Alex Mason,” you announced, “What do you want to know?”
“Nothin’ specific, yeh could talk about the moon or a lad yeh saw walkin’ down the street the other day, and I’d be enamored.”
You laughed, “You sure you want to hear about the lads I’ve eyed walking down the road?”
“Need t’know who my competition is, don’t I?”
“Well in that case,” you let the words hang in the air, jokingly.
Alex’s face fell just slightly, “S’there…”
“Oh,” you shook your head, “No, no there’s no one! Heavens, no.”
“Jus’ checkin’, y/n,” he said with a wink, something you’d learned to be one of his everyday mannerisms, along with the way he’d rather precisely rub his nose twice mid-sentence…
You caught yourself subconsciously staring at Alex. There was a pull between the two of you, its grip tight upon your shoulders. His lips fell silent as he studied over your face, features still prominent even in the dim light of the streetlamp a few feet away. He leaned in a bit closer and you couldn’t help but do the same. A shudder of butterflies ran through your stomach as the space between you became less and less obvious and Alex began to duck his head towards yours.
“Ah, there we are!” a voice you knew all too well called over towards the bench you were on.
Alex immediately backed away, an almost obnoxious amount of space now sat among you,
“F’course,” he whispered, shaking his head. Alex then offered his hand to you, and helped you to stand.
Walking hand in hand, you approached your father, standing expectantly in front of the store. The front light had been turned on, and he stood there with a warm smile on his face. You should have anticipated this happening – he loved hearing about your adventures more than anything, and as the eldest girl, he was a bit protective over you.
“Have a good night?” he asked excitedly, not minding the fact that he’d basically interrupted the date you’d been on.
“Very, you’ve got a lovely daughter, Mr. Hughes,” Alex boasted. You noticed he stood up a little straighter any time he was conversing with your father, and his voice spoke just a smidgen stronger.
“That I do,” your father turned to look at you, “I’ll be upstairs, make sure you lock up once you’ve bid your farewells?”
“Of course, goodnight Father,” you said with a grin, stepping over to give him a quick hug.
“Thank you for taking care of her, lad,” your father nodded toward Alex, reaching out to shake his hand, “Hope t’see you around the store sometime soon.”
That phrase was music to your ears, and you tried your best to hide the look of surprise on your face. You father said his last goodbyes of the night, and walked back inside the store.
Alex took your hands in his again, “Looks like this won’t be the last time yeh see me, hmm love?”
“Rats,” you said with a laugh, “Was hoping my dancing would be enough to drive you off!”
“Stop bein’ ridiculous,” he pursed his lips, furrowing a brow at you, “Would take a lot more than tha’ t’get me t’leave yeh.”
“Good,” you poked him square on the nose, “Like havin’ you around.”
“I quite like havin’ yeh ‘round, too, sweets.”
A quick silence fell over the two of you, and you tossed a look over your shoulder, back to the store where your family was probably waiting anxiously for you to get back to.
“I should go,” you spoke quietly, hands still intertwined with his, “I really did have a lovely time.”
You looked up to meet his vibrantly green eyes, seemingly glowing in the night light.
“I did too,” he unhooked your hands to place one of his on your cheek, caressing it softly. They felt different than when they were pressed into your back or holding you tightly dancing earlier that night – they were more gentle, tender, safe – “I’d very much like t’kiss yeh, but tha’s a bit rushed for the first date, yeh?”
“A gentleman, I see,” you teased him, sincerity glinting in your eyes, “Guess you’ll have to stick around a bit longer for that, hm?”
“Guess I will,” he couldn’t help but grin. You were such a catch.
“Goodnight, Mr. Mason.”
“And goodnight to you too, Miss Hughes.”
You took a small step back, hands falling to your sides. The grin that had been painted on your face for most of the night was still burning into your cheeks. You were confident it would be embedded in your features for days to come. It made your jaw sore, but the joy and happiness you felt was too much to contain.
Alex watched after you, that smirk hanging on his lips. The two of you didn’t exchange any words after that – he simply made sure you made it inside the shop and waiting for the light to turn off before he began his trek home.
Once inside the store, you took a moment to properly reflect on the night. There had been so many moments you wanted to be sure to remember forever – the song you first danced to, how it felt to hand his hand on the walk back home, the way he looked at you before you’d been interrupted by your father… You squeezed your eyes shut and willed yourself to commit them to memory. A yawn fell past your lips, and you decided it was a wise choice to retreat back to your room.
Slipping up the stairs as quietly as you could in your heels, you’d hoped to make little conversation with whomever would possibly still be awake this late. Lucky for you, your father had truly gone to bed when he’d left the two of you outside, and you were free to get dressed for bed on your own terms.
Once you’d battled through your now-knotted hair, taken the lipstick from your lips, and changed into your pyjamas, you let yourself fall back into your bed. Smile still perched happily on your face and memories reflecting through your mind, you drifted off peacefully to sleep, dreaming of the next time you’d see him.
It had been, quite possibly, the best night of your life.
Your boyfriend is Kim Taehyung, a popular singer
from a very popular group called BTS. One of the sexiest man alive. the problem is you’re miles away, both of you horny. And there’s Jungkook. Why don’t let him be your substitute for the night?
N/A: I need some holy water after writing this, it’s my first time doing something like a threesome (kinda?), let me know what you think!
you missed your boyfriend was an understatement. You haven’t seen him for a
couple of months now. The last time you two saw each other on person it was on
the airport, and even then you couldn’t be with him as you wanted. All his fans
were there and you had to pretend to be just another girl, saying goodbye from
afar while dozens of girls screamed at him. You weren’t bitter, you knew what
you were getting in when you decided to be in a relationship with him.
boyfriend is Kim Taehyung, a popular singer from a very popular group called
BTS. One of the sexiest man alive, you could add if the video you were watching
was anything to go by. You hated days like this one, where you missed him so
much that you had to watch videos of him on YouTube, because that just made you
miss him more, and (you would never admit this) it made you feel jealous of the
girls who could see him and film him. Especially those who could watch him
dance sexily, like the video you were watching.
It was during
a fan meeting yesterday, and he was asked to make a sexy dance…and boy he did.
You were expecting something fun, something that made the fans laugh and go
away with a smile on their faces. You weren’t expecting him to act like a stripper.
That was the only way you could describe the way your boyfriend danced. Not
only was he moving like he was fucking the air, but his facial expressions were
the same ones he had every time he fucked you.
How BTS would React to finding you dancing to their music
Request: The reaction was wonderful, thank you! I have one more request, can you do (this one is fluff, not nsfw) all of the boys’ reactions to finding you blaring their (Either BTS as a whole or just their individual songs) music and singing and dancing along?
Awww this request made me smile :) Enjoy! (sorry if its really shit i wrote it at like 3am)
“YOLO YOLO YOLO YAH” you were screeching, while hopping up and down on the couch, BTS’s performance playing on the TV in front of you. Jungkook stood in the doorway, with his face transitioning from shock to a toothy grin. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, watching you trying to do the dance. “How can she be so cute,” he whispered to himself, cocking his head to the side and finding himself smiling uncontrollably. He wanted pick you up and wrap you in his arms and kiss the top of your lil bedhead. He snapped out of his reverie when he saw you click on a fancam video of Begin. You sat down crosslegged on the couch tired from dancing and mumbled the lyrics to yourself. “Jeon Jungkook!” you yelled into your cupped hands with the fanchants. When the dance break came on you jumped up and started to copy the footwork, tripping over yourself and falling, hitting your elbow on the coffee table. “Yah!” he yelled, running to your side putting you on his lap. Examining your arm he muttered “Only you could make dancing a death defying stunt.”
Realizing he had been watching you, you blushed, slightly embarrassed. Seeing your flushed cheeks, he looked at you lovingly and kissed you lightly on the forehead. “I’m going to have to wrap you up in bubble wrap, goddamit Y/N” Suddenly, you heard Mic Drop starting to play and jumped up “Mic mic bungeeee!” you shouted. “And there she goes again, what a piece of work,” said Jungkook, laughing.
He sees you jumping up and down to Nevermind, yelling all the lyrics right, and instantly gets soft . In his head he’s just thinking ‘my honey bun sugar plum bubbly baby girl’
Suddenly seeing that you notice him staring, he says,“YAH! Y/N what are you doing you look like an ostrich.”
He walks in and sees you holding a tube of toothpaste like a mic, rapping along passionately to Cypher. “Hi, I’m home.” he says, making you turn around. Still panting from your dancing, you start to mumble “Oh hey, I was just, um, ta-” He leaves toward your bedroom without even letting you finish your sentence. Feeling embarrassed you sat down on the couch and started to flip through TV channels.
“Y/N! what are you doing let’s cypher, I’m ready” he says dabbing, decked out in Suga’s performance clothes.
Looking him up and down you start to laugh, “Oh for the love of god Tae wha-”
“SKKKKKKRRRRRRRT” he yells into his toothbrush, pulling you up to his side.
Boy Meets Evil meant a lot to Hoseok, having put in so many days of work into it, and watching you sitting on the couch, blasting his performance on the TV made him feel appreciated.
“ITS TOO EVIL!” you yelled along, trying to copy that part in the choreography where he cranks his arm.”Do you really like my song that much, baby?” he asked finding you adorable, making you notice him standing behind you. Sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck you said smiling, “Yeah of course it’s my favourite, you killed it.” Looking back at the screen, you muttered to yourself “Plus it’s basically porn look at that look in your eyes, who allowed you to hurt me like this.” He burst out laughing, “What am I going to do with you Y/N?” He mumbled, looking at you with his eyes full of love.
He’d walk in after practice and quietly sit on a chair behind you, trying not to laugh as he watched you dance (or try to) to the DNA choreography.
“And they call me a bad dancer when a whole Y/N exists,” he said laughing. You stop moving, and stare at him, cheeks flushed. “Don’t stop baby, you’re adorable,” he says, giving you a backhug and looking at you lovingly one more time before heading to the bathroom to shower.
Finds you singing Lie so passionately the most adorable thing ever. “How are you even real Y/N?”
He’d walk in and see you flailing around to DNA. “Puhahahah Jagiya you’re worse than Namjoon” he’d say with his signature windshield wiper laugh.
“Really? I kinda thought he was a better dancer than you, who knew” you said teasingly.
“Ok so that’s how you wanna play huh Y/N, I call a dance battle”
Request: Can you do a really jealous Ethan smut please!
Warnings: Smut, sex, over stimulation, Dom!Ethan, rough sex
Music blasting from the speakers, the smell of weed and alcohol flooded your senses as you stepped through the door of Ethan’s house. Ethan and Grayson decided to throw a house party since their family was gone for the weekend.
summary : You’ve been friends with the gang for all your life, even dating Archie, you thought you’d like Veronica like everyone else but you start to think Archie is cheating on you with her so that’s not okay.
a/n : thanks you all for requesting for being on my tag list, but for now i will not be adding more people. also, i was listening to this song, it might put a good mood setter for this imagine!
posting schedule : wednesday, friday, sunday!
You thought she was a nice girl. Everyone thought Veronica would make a nice addition to your group of friends, you thought that Ronnie was cool that she would fit in nicely. You thought that for a while before you started to pick up on some things that never would add up in a normal person’s mind.
You clutched onto the safety handle in Ethan’s truck as the bumps on the road threw you around in your seat.
“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” You asked Ethan, immediately regretting your decision on coming with him.
“Yes I’m sure, y/n, I’m not stupid.” Just then he hit a huge pothole. You sighed as he pulled into an opening near a lake. The stars were out and it was just you and Ethan, your boyfriend of 2 years. He claimed this was where he always went to clear his head.
Ethan grabbed his red blanket as he hopped out of the truck, walking out to a landing by the water. You followed him, taking your time and making sure not to trip on any rocks. He laid down the blanket and lied down, waiting for you to join him. You laid on his chest, feeling his heartbeat as you both talked about anything and everything under the moon.
“It’s gettin’ kinda hot.” Ethan trailed off.
“Are you kidding? I’m kinda cold.” You shivered, snuggling deeper into his warm chest.
“I’m gonna go for a swim to cool down. You should join me.” Ethan wiggles his eyebrows. You stared at him as if he was crazy but these things weren’t surprising bro you anymore. You gave him a look of ‘are you stupid?’,
“Oh I’m serious. Five bucks I’ll take my clothes off.”
You looked at him and cocked an eyebrow, “I probably wouldn’t have to give you five bucks, you would probably do it anyways.”
“True.” He giggled and stood up, discarding his clothes down to his boxers. “C'mon y/n, please?” He begged, holding his hand out for you to take.
You sighed, slowly standing up and taking your clothes off as well. You heard Ethan whistle as you shimmied your jeans off. You gave him a look and he put his hands up in defence.
“Sorry baby, you’re just so gorgeous.” He smiled, leaning in for a deep kiss. “Last one there has to skinny dip!” You groaned, already in defeat as Ethan took off. He had way longer legs than you. Admitting to your defeat, you discarded your bra and panties as Ethan emerged deeper into the water until you seen that Ethan’s boxers were already laying before the shore.
“Ethan did you seriously just trick me into skinny dipping with you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He laughed, back stroking deeper into the water until you could only see his chest up, the moonlight dancing on the water. You slowly walked into the water, it was surprisingly warm at this time of night. You swam over to your boyfriend, admiring his facial features as the water slowly swayed around your bodies.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispered, raising a wet hand up to caress your cheek. You smiled into his hand and raised your hands to wrap them around his neck. Ethan leaned in slowly, almost teasingly until you felt his warm breath on your lips. You stared into each other’s eyes as a fire ignited between you two. Ethan smashed his lips against yours, grabbing your ass abruptly as you wrapped your legs around his torso, still too deep in the kiss. Ethan lifted you up higher, taking a nipple into his mouth, lightly biting it, making you let out a small moan. His warm breath sent shivers across your body, you nipples hardening at his touch. He switched sides, now paying attention to the other side as your ran your hands through his hair, pulling gently, earning a grown from Ethan. He lowered you down slowly and you felt his hard on poke at your entrance.
“You’re gonna have to beg for me, baby girl.” He stared into your eyes, still keeping a firm grip on your ass as he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock.
“Please daddy, I want your big cock inside me.” You bit your lip, keeping the intense stare between you.
“Mmm, that’s a good girl.” He hummed, pushing himself slowly inside you as your mouth hung open, feeling his length slowly stretch you. Ethan groaned, moving his head to your neck to nibble on your sweet spot. You continued pulling at his hair lightly, feeling his length slowly pull back out and slam into you once again. You let out small whimpers, feeling him thrust deeply inside you as you felt the water compliment each and every one of his thrusts. Ethan moved his hands to your hips as you watched his biceps flex harshly as he brought your hips down to meet his, hitting your g-spot.
“Fuck, daddy.” You gasped in his ear as he moaned your name, his head cocked back in pleasure. You took that moment to suck and bite his neck as his chest heaved up and down. You moaned against his neck, giving him more confidence to go faster. You reached one of your hands down to toy with your clit, edging you closer to your climax. You clenched around Ethan as he let out a deep moan, still pounding into you at a rough pace. Ethan suddenly stilled inside you as he carried you out of the water. You giggled, as he cursed at the rocks beneath his feet. He sat down on the blanket so you were straddling him and he slowly laid back.
“Ride me baby girl, make daddy cum.” He said, running his hands down your thighs. You bit your lip, slowly sliding up and down his length at an agonizingly slow pace. Ethan groaned as you swirled your hips around before sliding back down on him. You rested your hands on his chest as you picked up your speed, bouncing on his hard cock. The sound of skin against skin filled your ears as Ethan let out a groan, watching as your breasts bounce with every thrust, he reached his hands up to play with your nipples as you whimpered. He pulled you down to him as he planted his heels into the ground and thrusted up into you, meeting your thrusts. He reached a hand down to toy with your clit at the same time.
“I’m close baby girl, clench around my cock.” He groaned in your ear.
“Me too daddy.” You clenched around him, pushing back against him more.
“Fuck baby, cum for me.” His fingers rubbed your clit roughly in circles as you came around his cock, clenching profusely. You moaned loudly, clawing at his chest as he quickly pulled out, pumping himself. You quickly moved his hand and got down to take his cock in your mouth. Ethan gripped your hair tightly, sloppily thrusting into your mouth as he let out a a long moan, his hips bucking. You sucked harshly as he came down your throat, moaning your name. You moaned on his cock, slowly sliding it out of your mouth.
“Fuck baby.” His laid his head back down, his chest heaving up and down. You slid your nails down his thighs as got up to join him back on the damp blanket. You hummed contently as Ethan’s breathing slowed down.
“That was fucking amazing.” Ethan smirked and you nodded in agreement.
“Next time we should take it to the back of your truck.” You smirked, leaning down to kiss him deeply.
“Mmm, I think I would enjoy that.” Ethan whispered against your lips.
A/N: TAA-DAA!!!!! Part 3 is here!!!!!! Thank you all so much for the love you have been giving this series. I am so glad that so many people are enjoying it! I hope this is getting you all hyped for Homecoming!!!! Anyway, here is part 3!!! Enjoy!! xx
Warnings: teenage angst, more blushy peter, longer than expected
“What do you mean you don’t know where he is?” you nagged impatiently at Ned.
Your friend just shrugged, looking at you with concern. “I don’t keep a tracker on him, (Y/N). Is he not responding to your texts?”
You solemnly shook your head and chewed your lip. On Friday, Peter seemed to disappear. He texted you that night: I just met Tony Stark. He’s taking me with him. Big things, dude. Text me the chem hw please?
You tried texting him and calling him to get some answers but you hadn’t heard from him. It was now Tuesday and you were unbelievably worried. Ned acted nonchalantly about it, saying that it was probably something to do with college opportunities. The circumstances seemed too strange, though. Peter just being whisked away by THE Tony Stark on a Friday night? When you asked his Aunt May, she just talked about the kind gentleman who was offering Peter a “science thingy.”
You picked at your lunch, your appetite nonexistent. Something just felt off about it all.
“Girl,” Ned said, interrupting you thoughts, “your boyfriend will come back soon…”
Your face went bright red. Your hands became clammy. “Peter is not my boyfriend, Ned. We’ve been over this.”
“Oh, right, because you two totally didn’t make out every chance you got for like a solid two weeks,” Ned laughed.
The heat on your face was growing more and more intense. “That doesn’t mean anything. It… It was a mistake,” you said angrily. Ned looked shocked and returned his attention to his food. Perhaps it was Peter being MIA all weekend but this felt like the last straw. You couldn’t stand worrying about him all the time.
It was true, the two of you had had some rather “heated” moments for awhile but it just kind of… stopped. Maybe it was because the science project was over so you two didn’t have an excuse anymore. Maybe it was just fun while it lasted. You had to admit though, something had happened to you. The feelings you had for Peter had definitely grown and it tore you apart that it was never talked about. You and Peter continued being best friends but things were different.
His gaze lingered a little longer. His fingers would brush yours every moment he could. Your heart raced every time he said your name. You thought about him all of the time. You could never tell him that though.
“So, uh, you guys aren’t going to the dance on Friday together then?” Ned timidly asked.
The thought had of course occurred to you but it wasn’t happening. You had already agreed to go with another guy in your Chem class, Chris. You hoped that it would push your feelings for Peter away. “No,” you said stiffly, “I’m going with Chris.”
Just then, your phone buzzed and you swallowed nervously. The only people who texted you were Ned, Peter, and your mom. Ned was in front of you and your mom had meetings all day. You lifted your phone to see one new message from Peter: So, about that chem hw?
You never knew you could go through so many intense emotions in such a short amount of time. Your heart soared at seeing Peter’s name but it sank as you read the message and then you were filled with anger as you still didn’t have any answers. You angrily shoved your phone in your bag without responding. “I’ll see you later,” you grumbled, cleaning up your lunch and leaving. You felt bad being so cold to Ned but you were feeling… a lot.
The rest of the day was kind of a gray blur. You couldn’t pay attention in class. The walk home was dull and cold. You didn’t even bother to touch your homework before going to bed. You didn’t know what was happening. All night, your phone lit up with texts from Peter:
Are you okay?
Did I do something?
I want to see you.
Ned just told me you’re going to the dance with Chris…
You just couldn’t respond to him. If he wanted to talk to you, he could wait until he saw you in school.
The next day, you shuffled to your locker and ran into something sturdy. “Oh, sorry,” you mumbled, glancing up at whoever you ran into.
“(Y/N),” the person shouted, wrapping their arms around you. He smelt like fresh laundry and Old Spice. His chest was strong and comforting and his embrace was warm. Your stomach became tight though as you registered who it was.
You pushed away from him and looked up into Peter’s face. Before you could say anything, however, you gasped and clutched his face as you saw his black eye. “What the hell happened to you?” you said with great worry.
He softly smiled and put his hands over yours, pulling them away from his face. “It’s nothing. Just got into a little scrap,” he replied softly, as if it was nothing. “I’m so glad to see…”
At that moment, you angrily hit Peter in the arm. “Where have you been?! I’ve been worried sick!”
Peter stared at you, his mouth agape. “I… (Y/N), I…”
“You know, never mind. I don’t care.”
You began to walk away but Peter grabbed your arm and spun you towards him. He looked at you seriously, his eyebrows pinched together and his gorgeous eyes dark, “What is up with you? You’ve been brushing me off for weeks now. Ever since we stopped…” He didn’t continue. He didn’t have to. You knew what he meant.
“It’s nothing,” you grumbled. You weren’t going to admit to him in the middle of the hall way that you were in madly in love with him. No matter how much he softly smiled or how much you felt his warm hands or the electricity that ran through your veins at the thought of him. You wouldn’t. You couldn’t. You were sure he didn’t feel the same way. “We’re going to be late to class.”
Class was miserable, as well as the next few days leading up to Friday. You and Peter acted friendly around Ned and your other friends but didn’t speak to each other alone. Peter would try to but you just couldn’t. You weren’t going to be forced into admitting your feelings. You spent your free time with Chris. Picking out a dress color and making plans for after the dance.
Ned informed you, on Friday, that him and Peter were going stag to the dance. You acted surprised that neither of them got dates but deep down, you were glad that you wouldn’t have to see Peter with his arms around another girl.
“Save a dance for me, won’t you?” Ned said teasingly, offering you a dramatic bow.
You rolled your eyes but giggled at your friend. “Of course,” you replied, giving a grand curtsy.
That night, you slipped into your champagne colored dress. It was a halter top that fit your body tightly and had a slit up the side. You would have heads turning in that dress. Chris showed up in his noisy truck at 7:30 and the only thing he had to say was “Woah.” The car ride to the school was silent and you could only think about the lovely things Peter would say.
At the dance, things were worse. Chris disappeared within the first fifteen minutes and no good songs were playing. A few of your girl friends complimented your dress and asked you to come out and dance with them. You had nothing better to do so you agreed. You popped, you locked, you tried to drop. You made a complete fool of yourself but the electric atmosphere took away every care in the world. You didn’t even notice when Peter walked through the door.
He was in a black tux with a blue tie. His hair was smooth and styled to the side, compliments of Aunt May. His dark eyes scanned the dance floor until they locked on you. His heart seized up and his stomach did flips. You were stunning. It was killing him to not be out there with you. Your skin glistened in the club-like lighting and your smile made the dim gymnasium even brighter. Your thigh peeked out from the slit of your dress every time you moved your hips to the music. A small heat began burning in the pit of Peter’s stomach.
The majority of the night, Peter stuck to the side lines. Every now and then, him and Ned would join a dance circle and cut a little rug but he mostly kept to himself. That is, until he noticed you slip out of the gym doors into the school’s court yard. He weaved his way through the mass of sweaty teenagers to the courtyard. Through the glass doors, he could see you standing alone under the moonlight. With a deep breath, he pushed the doors open and stepped out into the crisp night air.
You turned around as you heard the doors open, expecting to see one of the teachers telling you to come back inside. It was Peter. He looked amazing. His suit fit him perfectly. His broad shoulders were accentuated and his jacket hugged him perfectly around his abdomen. “Hi,” you said, your voice hoarse from the dancing and singing.
“Hey,” he replied, taking small steps towards you. His hands were in his pockets as he stopped to stand next to you. “Where’s Chris?”
You shrugged your shoulders, tearing your gaze from Peter’s strong jaw and soft lips. “Dunno. Haven’t seen him all night.” You hugged yourself a little tighter, shivering slightly.
“Why are you standing out here in the cold?” Peter asked this as he was unbuttoning his suit jacket.
“Just needed a little fresh air… oh, thank you,” you said shyly as Peter draped his jacket over your shoulders. His body was so warm next to yours and the scent of him was comforting. You softly closed your eyes and took a deep sigh, involuntarily leaning into Peter’s side. You snapped out of it as he wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “S.. Sorry.” You gently stepped away from him.
“(Y/N),” he said sternly, turning towards you, “talk to me, please. I don’t know what I did but I want to fix it. I want my best friend back. I want you back.” Even though it was dark out, you could see the blush on Peter’s face and the hurt in his eyes.
You felt tears creeping up on you and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I want to know what happened too!” you began in a huff, “Things were going very good but eventually stupid excuses were made to stop seeing each other alone after school. You wouldn’t even go to the library with me! I was really beginning to think you felt the same way, Peter, but I guess I was wrong! You would call me by cute nicknames and hold my hand and walk me home but then it just stopped and you acted like nothing happened! Well something did happen, Peter!” A few tears had fallen down your cheeks and Peter stood stone-still as you spoke.
After a silence that felt like forever, Peter finally said in a hushed voice, “I was scared that my feelings for you were too obvious. I was afraid of going too fast and scaring you off. I was afraid of losing you, of losing us.” He swallowed heavily but looked you straight in the eye. It took you a moment to register what he said but slowly, that electric feeling began to surge through you once more. Your hands shook a little and your lips twitched with the whisper of a smile.
Peter began to crack a gentle smile as he noticed your face soften. “I mean every word,” he said, taking a step towards you. There were now mere inches between the two of you. You both felt as if you had never been this close before. Peter caressed your cheek in one large, rough hand and stared into your star-filled eyes. His chest swelled with happiness as you smiled broadly at him.
“I do too. I… I think I…” Before you could finish, Peter hesitantly leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, as if he was kissing you for the first time. His eyes fluttered shut as yours did. You slipped your arms up around his neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss. He held on firmly to your hips and nipped at your bottom lip. You pulled away and giggled, “Steady, tiger. Not in the courtyard.” Your cheeks were hot and you could see that Peter was blushing a deep crimson. It was a stark contrast against his white shirt collar.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “For everything.”
“I am too,” you whispered back, pressing a gentle kiss against his warm cheek.
You could feel his warm, minty breath on your lips and his thumbs rubbed soft circles on your hips. Before Peter could lean in for another kiss, the gym door swung open. “There you two are!” Ned shouted. You both jumped, startled by the intrusion. Careless Whisper drifted through the open door. “I’m sorry to steal her from you, Pete, but she did promise me a dance.” Ned winked at the pair of you teasingly and you both couldn’t help but laugh.
“He is right, I did promise,” you said through giggles.
“Well, promise me that I get the next one,” Peter whispered in your ear.
“Only if you promise to walk me home.”
“I’ll even hold your hand.” With that, Peter kissed the sensitive skin right behind your ear before you walked towards Ned, his hand outstretched, dramatically of course.
A/N: Soooooooo this was long and absolute trash but I hope someone likes it!! Let me know if you want a Part 4 and if maybe, possibly, probably should get a little STEAMY??? Or if you have other requests for Peter or any other fandoms, let me know!!! xx
A/N: I decided to write something a little less serious for a change! The smut turned out a little longer than I expected it to, which is also why the story turned out so close to 9k :) I am so thankful for minyoongiish who proofread this entire piece <3 Hope you enjoy~
If you had the ability to turn back time, you wouldn’t even hesitate to use it in this moment.
“Y/N?” The voice on the other end of the telephone asks. “Something the matter?”
“Oh no,” you mumble. “Fuck.” With one finger, you frantically tap the screen, desperately clinging to the hope that this is still in your hands, that you can still turns this around for the better.
Jimin’s voice sounds both curious and irritated at the same time when he speaks again. “What did you do this time? Did you put your keys in the freezer again?”
You can’t even be mad at his terribly timed comment that you’d normally be very offended about. All you do is curse softly, reading the simple message you sent like it’s a death wish.
You: Hey :) [sent 11:27am]
“Jimin!“ you exclaim, and are rewarded with a startled gasp.
"Yeesh, don’t scare me like that!” He lets out a sigh. “Stop acting all mysterious and just tell me what’s going on.”
You tap the screen again, despite knowing that it won’t help now if it didn’t help last time. A nervous gasp leaves your mouth as you turn your attention to the call. “How the fuck do I delete a message?”
Request:And for my lovely lorax, could I get reaction from GOT7 or BTS, when they find out you know their dances (but you were keeping it a secret from them) :) <3 I love you as always ^^
(Gifs not mine. Credit to original owner/poster.)
After an especially long day at practice, Seokjin walked into your apartment, dumping his bag near the door and wanting nothing more than to cuddle you. It was then that he noticed the music coming from your living room.
“Is that….Blood, Sweat and Tears?” he asked himself as he made his way towards the living room. He stood in the doorway and watched as you flawlessly finished the dance. He was about to applaud when Run came on. He watched with wide eyes as you danced to the song.
“Wow Jagi! That was amazing!” he said as the song finished. You wiped around and found him in the doorway smiling brightly at you. He laughed as your cheeks heated up.
He walked over and pulled you into his arms.
“Don’t be embarrassed Jagi, you’re really good,” he whispered into your hair.
Seokjin would be so flattered that you know his group’s dances. He’d also think it’s really cute and would want you to dance in front of the other members. He’d be you’re No.1 supporter from then on.
“That’s it for today guys. Go home and get some rest,” the choreographer announced after several hours of practice. You breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Yoongi.
“I’m just gonna grab a drink from the vending machine, I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he said as he followed the other members out the door. You nodded and watched as they walked out. As you stood and stretched, your eyes landed on the speaker in the corner of the room. You wondered if you’d be able to do the new choreo, you had been sitting in on all the boy’s rehearsals after all.
“Eh, what the hell,” you muttered to yourself as you turned the speaker on. The music blasted through the speakers and you started into the dance, unaware of the fact that Yoongi was watching. To his surprise and yours, you completed the dance without a hitch. When you turned to stop the music, you collided with Yoongi who’d already turned it off.
“Not bad amateur,” he said with a smirk. You scoffed and folded your arms.
“Em, excuse you! We both know that I did way better than you did.” Yoongi rolled his eyes and patted your head.
“Okay, okay. You keep thinking that,” he replied. You slapped his arm playfully as he smiled smugly at you.
Yoongi would be kinda impressed that you know their dances. Considering he himself struggles with remembering them all, he’d find it cool that you know them.
“Y/N, that was amazing,” Jimin exclaimed as you finished dancing to Boy Meets Evil. You blushed as you got up and grabbed your water.
“Good enough to show Hobi?” you asked and he nodded enthusiastically with a smile.
“I think so too.” Both you and Jimin’s heads snapped up to see Hoseok standing in the doorway, grinning. Jimin laughed and hid his face in his hands.
“Caught,” he muttered.
“Hobi, how long have you been there?”
“Long enough to see you flawlessly dance Boy Meets Evil,” he replied and you groaned.
“You weren’t supposed to see yet! I wanted to surprise you,” you whined and Hobi laughed as he made his way over to you.
“Jimin, why are you hiding?” Hobi laughed and Jimin shrugged, still giggling. Hobi turned to you and pulled you into his arms.
“Jagi, why didn’t you get me to teach you?” he asked, sounding slightly offended.
“As I said, I wanted to surprise you,” you replied. Hoseok smiled and hugged you tighter.
Jung Hoseok would absolutely love that you know their dances as he’s a dancer himself. He’d be so so happy and extremely flattered.
“Rap Monster, you’ve recently announced your relationship with Y/N, so tell us a little bit about it. How long have you two been together?” asked the interviewer. Namjoon smiled at the mention of your relationship and lifted his mic.
“We’ve been together for a while,” he answered. The interviewer nodded then asked; “So I think it’s safe to assume you know about their Youtube channel?”
Namjoon’s eyebrows shot up and your jaw dropped.
“No no nO NO!” you yelled at the TV, “Damn it!”
You sighed as Namjoon glanced over his shoulder at his members, who shrugged, all of them looking just as confused as their leader. The interviewer smirked as they pressed play on a remote that had somehow magically appeared. A video of you dancing Run popped up on the large screen behind the group. They quickly turned around to see you and six of your friends flawlessly performing the dance.
“Woah go Y/N,” Hoseok cheered, Taehyung and Jungkook soon joining in. Namjoon stared, awestruck. When the video ended, the members all clapped and cheered, Namjoon included. The interviewer then went on to explain that each of you danced the part of your bias, and Namjoon’s awestruck expression was replaced with a smirk.
“Really?” he asked and you yelped, quickly turning off the TV and flinging the remote across the room. You sank back into the couch, wishing that the bloody thing would just swallow you.
About half an hour later, your phone beeped, informing you that you have a text.
Namjoon: Bias huh?
You: I hate you.
Namjoon would be so cocky when he finds out. He’d also be very impressed and flattered, but that wouldn’t stop him from teasing you.
“Right, time to get some work done,” you said to yourself as you hit shuffle then put in your earbuds. Just as you were about to get elbow deep in sudsy water, Lie started playing. You swore under your breath and walked into the living room. ‘The guys were all asleep and probably will be for a while. Might as well,’ you thought to yourself. As the song continued you started dancing. How could you not? Not only was it a great song, the choreo is amazing and it is your boyfriend’s solo song.
As the chorus started, Jungkook lazily plodded into the room and froze when he saw you dancing. He smiled cheekily to himself and half ran to Jimin’s room.
“Hyung! Hyung wake up,” Jungkook whisper-yelled as he shook the older guy’s shoulder. Jimin groaned as he slowly opened his eyes.
“What is it Jungkook?” Jimin asked quietly.
“Y/N’s dancing to Lie in the living room,” Jungkook said excitedly. Suddenly, Jimin was wide awake and out of bed. Him and Jungkook quickly made their way to the living room. Jimin laughed softly as he watched you dancing.
“Hyung, Y/N’s really good,” Jungkook breathed and Jimin smiled. It soon came to the part in the choreo where Jimin gets lifted. Jimin decided now would be the best time to make his presence known, so he ran into the living room and picked you up bridal-style. He laughed when you shrieked in surprise. He quickly put your down, pulling your earbuds out in the process. He began singing it quietly and doing the dance. You couldn’t help it, you nearly immediately joined in.
Jimin’s smile widened as you danced. He sang louder as you moved in sync, undoubtedly waking some of the other members but neither of you really cared. Seokjin, Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung wondered into the room and stood beside Jungkook, watching the two of you. Soon, the song was over. Jimin turned to you with a huge smile on his face, you mirroring it with a bright one of your own. The other members clapped and cheered loudly but were silenced by a voice from down the hall.
“Can you people really not let me sleep?I swear to God, if any of you so much as breath too loudly, it’ll be the last thing you f*cking do!” Yoongi yelled and you all burst out laughing.
Jimin would be so flattered that you took the time to learn all of his dances. He’d really be touched by it and probably wouldn’t be able to stop smiling.
“Hoseok’s go,” Jimin said and Hoseok nodded. He turned to you with a smile and you raised your eyebrows.
“I dare you to dance to whatever song I play,” Hoseok dared you and you rolled your eyes.
“I thought you of all people would come up with something a little more creative,” you said as you stood up. Hoseok smirked as he selected the song. Your eyes widened in shock as Blood Sweat and Tears started playing. You gulped loudly as you got into the start position.
“Are they really doing our choreo?” Taehyung whispered to Jimin as you started dancing. Jimin nodded and Taehyung’s jaw dropped in shock. The members sat there, completely dumbfounded and speechless. Taehyung’s jaw was practically on the floor at this point.
When you finished, you turned to the guys and laughed at their shocked faces.
“What? Did you think no one else but you guys knew that dance?” you teased as you sat beside Taehyung, who gave you a very confused look. You laughed as you reached out and closed his mouth. He glanced around at the other members, still not sure that he just witnessed that.
Taehyung wouldn’t have a clue how to react at first. The poor guy would be stunned into silence. He honestly be so flattered and amazed that you know his group’s dances.
You were an a variety show with Jungkook and the other members. Bighit thought it would be a good idea so the fans could get to know you better.
“So, a poll was posted to Bts’ official Twitter a few days ago with options of different challenges for Y/N. I now hold, in my hand, the results of said poll.” The MC opened the envelop and pulled out the card.
“Please don’t be Random Play Dance. Please don’t be Random Play Dance,” you muttered under your breath as the MC read the card.
“And the challenge is….Random Play Dance!” You sighed and shook your head as the guys cheered.
“This is no ordinary Random Play Dance though. This is Random Play Bts Dance!” The guys cheered even louder and you groaned in annoyance. You knew nearly all of Bts’ dances but you’d never planned on telling Jungkook that. Now, he was definitely going to find out.
“Music start!” You took a deep breath as the music started. I Need U blared from the speakers and you immediately started into the chorus. Bts suddenly became your personal cheerleaders the second you started dancing. The song switched to Fire straight after the chorus and you effortlessly changed dances, not missing a beat.
Nine songs later and the guys were nearly losing their voices. Jungkook was definitely the most excited out of them all, he was completely freaking out!
“Random Play Bts Dance complete!” the MC announced after the 11th song and the guys whooped and hollered as Jungkook pulled you into a hug.
“Jagi, that was amazing!” he laughed as you blushed bright red.
Jungkook would be so impressed! He’d really love the fact that you had learned his dances and would make sure you knew it.
♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.
have to sing the title as the fall out boy song
request: can i get an imagine
about reader is dancer, and zach is super proud of his girl. zach keeps telling
her to become a cheerleader, but reader doesn’t accept it. but when it comes to
zach’s big game, which he’s being so excited about, reader is making a suprise!
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It was a Tuesday evening. Your parents went on a date
so you had to ask Zach, your boyfriend, to bring you to dance practice. He only
wanted to bring you on one condition. If he could see you dance. You have been
dancing since you were 8, you were making your way to the ultimate top but when
you were 15 you broke your ankle. It was one pirouette too much. It was a painful
and very long recovery but you were slowly getting back to your old level. Even
tho it would be the first time your boyfriend saw you dance you agreed with his
condition. It was a two hour training so you thought he would get bored anyway
and stop watching. But at the one hour break his eyes were still locked at you.
Practice was over, you took a quick shower and started to walk towards Zach’s
car. He was already inside, waiting for you so you got in.
“Babe, why did you never tell me you were this good?”
Zach says overexcited.
“Because I’m not that good, you should have seen me
before I broke my ankle. Those were the days I was good, now I’m just growing.”
“Not good? I don’t know what you saw in those mirrors
but you were incredible. The way you can move your hips, and it’s so clean and synchronized.”
“Zach you’re exaggerating.” You say while rolling your
“I have an idea!” Zach suddenly shouts while driving
back to your house.
“Why don’t you join the cheersquad? You would be
captain without a doubt and we could go to the games together and you can cheer for me and I can watch you
“Zach, I’m not ready for everyone to see me dance. I’ve
been at such a higher level, if I want people to watch me I have to be at my
You saw the disappointment in Zach’s eyes. He pouted
his lip at you.
“Are you suuuure?” You didn’t expect him to be so
excited about you dancing.
“Zach I’m sure but it’s really sweet of you that you
like it so much. Can I cheer you up with a night of cuddling?” Zach’s face lit
“How can I say no to
It had been a week since Zach talked to you about the
cheerleader thing. It had been crossing your mind a lot. You always felt attracted
by the idea of being a cheerleader but you thought you didn’t had the skills to
dance good and try to distract the other team at the same time. Maybe you
should join the team, by that you could make some new friends and maybe you could
grow even more at dancing. You talked to Sheri, did a list minute try out and
joined the team. The whole team was wild about your dance skills they even
insisted on you joining the team. Maybe Zach was right, maybe you had some
You had your first training with the girls. You hadn’t
told Zach yet about you joining the team. You knew he would be excited and
happy for you but you didn’t want to take his mind of the big game.
You were telling the girls about how bad Zach wanted
you to be a cheerleader when suddenly Jess
“Have you told him yet?”
“Well no, I didn’t want to take his mind of the big
“Awesome! We should make a surprise for him. We’ll
make a hot new dance routine with you in the front.” Jess says full of
“What? Are you sure?”
“More than sure, let’s do this!” she says while the
rest of the girls are nodding affirmatively.
After a couple hours of exhausting training and
dancing your, very sexy, butt of the routine was finished. You were rehearsing
one last time when suddenly a couple of basketball players started to walk in. Shit!
You thought by yourself. Zach couldn’t see you here, otherwise everything was
ruined. You picked up your bags and ran out the opposite door where the basketball
players were coming from.
You immediately got in your car and went home. When you
were home you saw a text from Jess.
“Just in time! You’re
going to kill the routine tomorrow!”
It was 2 minutes before halftime. This was going to be
your moment, you practiced so hard and you wanted to make Zach proud. Suddenly
the buzzer went of you came from behind
the bleachers and stood behind your team. These girls were great, they
supported you so much and they weren’t a bunch of jealous bitches as some
people said. You were really happy you joined them.
The music started to play, the song you danced on was
Hands to myself by Selene Gomez, which you thought was a really good choice.
You all stood on your places and started the routine. It
had a lot of sass and bootyshaking so it definitely was a sexy dance. When you
looked over to the basketball team you saw Justin smacking Zach shoulder. You saw
him say: “Dude, is that y/n?” Suddenly Zach turns around and his eyes met
yours right on the moment when you lip sync the part ‘can’t keep my hands to
myself’. This made a wide grin appear on Zach’s face during the rest of the
routine you felt Zach’s eyes burn while you were dancing as hard as you could.
You felt kind of sexy doing it.
The routine was done and everybody started clapping. When
you were walking off the court Zach took your wrist and turned you around when
he whispered in your ear:
“Damn I think I want a piece of that after the game,
“Only if you finish the game good.” You whisper back
giving him a flirtatious wink.
Your boy played like his life depended on it. He couldn’t
stop smiling during the second half. He obviously liked it that he could call
you his cheerleader now and you didn’t mind at all.
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