Imagine your boss, Dean Winchester, flirting with you every time he can.
“And last but far from least-” you let a small sigh, looking at the door in case someone was coming “Mr Fury asked to see you.”
“Fury? As in Nick Fury?” Dean raised and eyebrow, his interest peaking.
“Exactly. It either has to do with the damage you and Mr Stark caused on your small trip around town or-”
Dean chuckled, leaning back in his chair “Come on (Y/n), we were drunk!”
“That does not justify it. On the contrary, it was reckless to go take his suits while being drunk.” you said with a pointed look and his smile turned into a softer one.
“You know-” he leaned forward so that he was closer to you “I love it when you care so much about me.”
“Mr Winchester.” you scolded softly, not meeting his eyes but still unable to hide a small smile from your face.
“I thought that by now we had agreed on that, sweetheart. It’s Dean.” he said, sounding a little disappointed.
“You know that can’t happen, Mr Winchester.” you mumbled, starting to place all of his files in place. Anything to keep you occupied from looking him in the eyes “I’m your assistant.”
“Well then we can arrange that. I could always fire you.” he gave you a cheeky grin as with wide eyes your head snapped to him.
“What?” you stood there frozen for a second until he started laughing at your expression.
“Just kidding. There’s no way on Earth I would fire my most trusted worker.” he shook his head “Besides, this enterprises would crumble down without you here to be honest.”
“Glad you appreciate my job then, Mr Winchester.” you chuckled with a small sigh of relief, shaking your head at your boss.
He rolled his eyes for a moment “That’s just not going to go away easily, is it?” he huffed, almost disappointed and you bit the inside of your cheek; still not looking at him.
“Wish it could.” you mumbled and saw him from the corner of your eye get up and walk towards you.
“You know it can-” you almost jumped at how close he had gotten without you realizing it, his breath only fanning over your cheek and his hand on your back “It’s all up to you.”
“Mr Winchester please-” you glanced at the door nervously “Someone might walk in. I just- I don’t want them to think I am taking advantage of-”
“Of who? Me? Sweetheart by all means, do so.” he gave you a boyish grin and you couldn’t stop a chuckle at his words, shaking your head.
“No. Of the time I spend with you. I- I worked hard to get this position.”
“I know, I saw it for myself.” he frowned slightly “That’s why you got the promotion.”
“Yeah, well if they see us like this they’re not going to think exactly that Mr Winchester. I don’t want people to assume I am here because I am sleeping with my boss.” you placed a hand on his chest, regretting it but still pushing him away. You couldn’t even dare look him in the eyes, you couldn’t take the heartbroken look on his face.
“But they don’t have to see us, if that’s the problem.” he suggested after a long pause and you frowned.
“I mean if that’s what you’re most scared of- we don’t really have to tell everyone. Let them find out on our wedding day.” he added with a wink and you couldn’t help but giggle at him.
“Mr Winchester-” you started with a small whine but you knew you didn’t have an excuse good enough. Honestly you were mostly trying to convince yourself that you couldn’t be with him than him in the first place. Besides, it was your own feelings you had been battling with mostly these days than your boss’s advances and flirty remarks.
“Come on, just give me a chance. You’ll see I’m not that bad!” he threw his arms in the air and you bit your lip.
“Mr-” you stopped yourself “Dean, I know you’re not.” you confessed looking him in the eyes “And I know that if the circumstances were different- I wouldn’t have hesitated for a second. Especially after such a surprise.” you added with a chuckle and he grinned.
“You like them?” he remembered the flowers he had sent to your apartment. One of his many attempts in getting you “Took my brother’s advice in it.”
“The flowers were amazing, really.” you admitted “But I was mostly referring to the sweets, especially the pie.”
“Well, that one was my idea actually.” he confessed, full of pride and you giggled.
“Oh I bet!” you shook your head with a laugh.
“Say-” he spoke up, a hand again being placed on your back “How about I take you out… for pie and burgers and we can make a fresh start?”
“Dean” you sighed “You’re not going to give up, are you?”
“Hell to no.” he confessed.
“May I ask you- why are you so interested in me? Up until a few months ago I was just one of the secretaries until I became your personal assistant. But still- nothing more.” you dared look him in the eyes, only to see confusion written all over his face.
“I think we’ve made it clear that you got this position because you are the only one that actually puts effort into their work. Plus, you’re the only one that knows me so well and doesn’t dress up on purpose to show off and turn me on.” he shrugged, before pressing you close to him “That happens either way.” he added and you rolled your eyes at his cheekiness.
“I’m only wearing a white blouse and pencil shirt.” you mumbled.
“As I said- too fucking hot.” he growled almost in your ear and for the first time you let him kiss your cheek without you pushing him away.
“Dean” the way his name left your lips was definitely something you weren’t planning on.
Dean grinned widely “See? Already getting there-” he licked his lips “Do you really want to know why I am so interested in you?” he said in a low rough voice “Because you’re special. Because every morning you have walked in my office, hair a mess, no make up on and clothes a little a little wrinkled with a few buttons undone-” he paused for a moment, his eyes roaming your body “I can only think of how gorgeous you look, and how I’d love to see this sight every fucking morning. Especially after an intense night of-” he paused grinning up at you, only to see a hint of red on your cheeks.
“Gosh I would so love that.” he breathed out huskily, his breath tingling your lips as his face stood only a few inches away from yours.
“I’m- I’m not that-”
“I swear to god, if you complete that sentence I am just going to grab you and prove you wrong right here and now in any way you can imagine.” he said with a slight growl and you swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling yourself shiver when his hands started traveling. You couldn’t deny you liked it a little too much.
“Do you even know the things you do to me when you lean over my desk?” he whispered, resting his forehead on the side of your head; his lips brushing past your ear “With those tight, black skirts. I’ve had such a fucking hard time concentrating during meetings just because of you. You don’t even have to touch me, hell not even say something and I know I am a goner. I can’t think straight when you are in the same room. And gosh, you’re not even doing it on purpose. You’re so clueless.” he grinned “So adorably clueless.”
“Mr Winchester” you whispered, fisting his suit jacket in your hand.
“And the way you say that- I hated it so much at first, it felt like you put a wall between us. I still do but at the same time-it sounds so innocent, so unintentional that you can’t realize how cute and hot it sounds at the same time.” he chuckled and you bit your lip.
“And as if all of that is not enough you- you are such an amazing woman. You actually listen to me when I need it, you try to understand me and you- you love rock too. You listen to me ramble about my car when my own brother always tries to make me shut up when I do. You actually know so much about me, every side of me, that no other woman I’ve been with has ever known. And that’s only because you are the one interested.”
“I can’t help it you know.” you whispered, looking at him through your eyelashes.
“I know. Trust me baby, I know.” he breathed out, cupping your face and before you had the time to react he crashed his lips to yours.
Again, covering for @eponymous-rose while she continues her international vacation! Sorry for missing last week–things got crazy! Tonight’s guests: Darin de Paul, Taliesin sporting a
lovely scarlet mohawk, and Travis. Brian starts a story that ends with him
forging several signatures, and off we go.
The new campaign guide comes out soon! Taliesin is now worried about messing up the history of a character he invented.
Darin loves D&D as a long-form improv exercise and is happy he was able to get moments with each of the cast members.
Right after college, Darin was an apprentice at the Burt Reynolds Theater in Florida (a year-long program for theater students). One of his co-apprentices was Matt’s mom, and Matt’s grandmother was the director’s assistant. Matt’s father was part of the writing room. During the run of Darin’s last show (Fiddler), a clarinet player said they were going to play D&D and invited Darin. Matt’s mother was also in the group; they were all new to the game, so they rolled on a table for names and played four sessions. Last year, Darin was hired by Blizzard to do various voices, which is where he and Matt became friends. Later, Matt realized his mom had a picture of herself with Darin de Paul, and discussion of that picture led to the conversation of their D&D game. It’s been 37 years since Sprigg’s original campaign.
Matt was worried about fitting Sprigg in until Darin mentioned he was a hermit. The hobgoblin TPK was canon! Sprigg, a chaotic evil illusionist thief, was the only one to survive; the last moment of that campaign had him fleeing on a cart with wolves chasing him, abandoning the rest of the party to their deaths. Travis and Taliesin ask if he really was chaotic evil; “Why do you think he was so interested in redemption, dear boy?”
The first episode Darin saw was the Trials of the Take episode when the carpet was destroyed. He’s wanted to be on the show ever since.
Symmetra’s voice actor, Anjali Bhimani, also plays D&D. My heart skips a few beats.
Vex and Percy eloped over the year break. Laura and Taliesin kept it secret out of pique at first (Taliesin doesn’t remember why they were piqued). He’s not surprised the others are annoyed.
Grog was extremely impressed by Sarenrae and hasn’t thought much about Kord giving him any boons.
Darin has been a fan of the show and watching for some time. Taliesin says he is the most prepared guest they’ve ever had.
Very few people were present at Vex & Percy’s wedding. They did not intend to ever bring it up on their own.
The plane of books is the worst possible plane for Grog. Only the plane of shopping would be worse.
As soon as Darin walked into the studio last Thursday, Travis immediately asked him if he was a god. Travis still thinks he might be.
Percy would rather have a thousand years with Vex than a thousand years with Ioun’s library.
Travis wants a “positive, upbeat resolution to all the drama that is a-hanging in the air.” Me too. Travis does not read the Player’s Handbook to help keep Grog dumb, so he never knows what’s going on.
Travis loves how prepared Darin was. He offered the Deck because he thought Darin was looking for something specific after Sprigg deflected the weaker offerings.
Darin loved the emotion in the room during the plane shift and the strong moment with Marisha in particular. He also likes the movie Gargoyles.
The hardest thing about playing Sprigg after so long was finding him again. Brian gets very sentimental about the long journey that brought Sprigg back to life, including Darin becoming friends and colleagues with Matt so many years later.
Darin will be back on the next episode and is visibly excited about it.
Darin used to read tons of D&D books (mentions Drizzt by name) and used to paint minis as a hobby. He still has some of the figures and wants to donate them to the show.
Darin’s wife was part of Taliesin’s parents’ circle, so he’s known her for a long time. Taliesin and Darin exchange memories of meeting Roddy McDowall, and Darin says part of Sprigg’s concept of memories being the most important came from a conversation he had with Roddy while Roddy was dying of cancer.
Percy’s current distrusting attitude towards the gods came directly from his interaction with the Raven Queen. However, he didn’t know there was a god of knowledge and has been “chewing on it a lot, and what it means to have faith in knowledge.” He sees the library as a testament to faith in humanity and the good works of life and how important memory is and is blown away by it. “Books have always been about finding meaning and this whole library thing has changed him.” Taliesin expected Percy to be much more resistant to Ioun and was surprised at how quickly the books sold him.
Darin felt as the scenes progressed that his role was to “illuminate” CR as to where they were and what they could be. Taliesin and Percy both wondered if he was Scanlan from the future. Darin had the choice of being Scanlan’s dad, but declined.
Percy picked Vesper because her namesake was the last person he’d talked to in real life.
The only place Travis can think of worse for Grog is if the books were replaced with clothing & a For Sale sign. “Grog has a beatnik poet inside him waiting to get out.”
Darin’s advice to Keyleth was total improv. He almost cried when she touched his hand. He loves funny characters that can become sad and/or touching.
Marisha has no idea how to get Keyleth out of her emotional nosedive. Watching Marisha break character from Keyleth at the end of an episode is one of Taliesin’s favorite things because they’re such different people.
Percy would seek out the lifebooks for all his family & ancestry because he’s fascinated with legacy, and Whitestone is full of ghost stories. He had lots of stories he’d planned to give as part of the gnomes’ tour, and tells one about a woman forced into a marriage who slowly poisoned her husband over a number of years.
Sprigg feels he is what Scanlan might become. He did not expect to survive the episode.
If they were really in Ioun’s halls, Travis would love to see the books of his family and of JFK. Darin would like to see his father’s book. Darin also likes wearing suits, which is why he wears suits. He only wears t-shirts at the gym. (At one point Darin’s family also owned 20 horses???). He wishes his parents could see him now because they were so supportive when he was growing up.
Honor! Justice! After Dark, After Dark, After Dark!
If the challenge for Ioun involves any physical activity, Grog will fight Percy for it.
Bucket lists: Travis wants to swim with a great white shark. (Darin’s biggest fear is great white sharks.) Taliesin wants to travel to India. Darin wants to learn to tap dance, and casually drops that he used to dance with Cirque du Soleil.
Darin’s favorite color is black. His favorite season is winter.
There’s a video somewhere of Darin de Paul and Steve Blum pretending to be zombies and running towards the camera.
Travis and Darin do Reinhardt “impressions” by talking in high-pitched baby voices. Taliesin does a pretty decent actual impression! Darin likes that there’s heroes for every playstyle.
Darin hasn’t told Matt’s parents he brought back Sprigg. He also used to have a crush on Matt’s mom.
If Darin could pick any character from VM to play, he would play Scanlan. Brian teases the entire world by saying he would play “the character Pike’s in love with.”
Darin’s twitter flooded after last Thursday and he wishes he could respond to all of the kind messages.
Darin once shared floss with Gilbert Gottfried as part of an old bit.
Darin feels his whole history has led to this moment last Thursday where he had the chance to create a story with people he loved.
Laura read the Game of Thrones books as they came out, well before the show started. Brian just found the copy of the first book she lent him in 2010, which he still hasn’t read.
If Sprigg could fight any D&D monster, it would be a hobgoblin.
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really liked learning more about Yoongi. You liked that he didn’t need to
whisper all of his deepest secrets into your ear because you felt like you
could see into his heart- see who he truly was behind all of the fronts he put
up in front of others.
Yoongi really hadn’t meant to be in this part of town.
He wasn’t familiar with it in the slightest, and he hadn’t
heard too good of things about it either. He planned on just quickly making his
way through, exhaustion already running through his body from work. His
nervousness began to pick up as he passed a few alleyways, the darkness of the
night preventing his eyes from seeing anything farther than a few feet in front
He suddenly jumped in alarm at a sudden yelp, the sound echoing
from the alley he had just walked by. Yoongi quickly had an inner battle with
himself, trying to decide if he should turn around and look, or continue on his
way to the safety of his apartment. His thoughts were interrupted and made up
in a matter of seconds as he heard another loud cry, the voice sounding
feminine and pained. He quickly turned around, making his way down the dark
alley that seemed to continue on forever.
What he was met with shocked him slightly, the sight of four
dog hybrids growling over a small girl shrieking in fear. Her clothes were worn
out and faded, torn in obvious places from being worn for so long. She had
bruises littering her visible skin, a few fresh-looking claw marks scattered on
her arms and from a hole on her shirt that showed a brief patch of skin on her
stomach. She looked terrified- shaking slightly as the four males seem to
Yoongi has a quick rush of sickness enter his bloodstream,
and he instantly rethinks his choice of even deciding to come down here. The
hybrids were obvious much taller than him, Yoongi being smaller in frame as it
was, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to fight them off if they decided to
advance on him next. He agrees with himself that this was in fact not a good idea, and just as he turns to
leave, he feels five pairs of eyes on him and he’s frozen in place really-
scared to make any sudden movement. He runs his options through his mind once
again, knowing it was too late to slip out of eyesight now. His eyes fall on
the girl, their eyes meeting for a brief moment, eyes pleading for help, and
that’s all it really takes for him to know he just had to help her.
Yoongi swallows thickly, palms beginning to sweat slightly.
“You four must really be idiots.” His voice sounds a lot surer
than he’s feeling right now, and he’s thankful that it comes off that way.
He watches carefully at the shocked expressions on the fours
faces, either from his tone or from being caught, he’s not entirely sure. He
knew he had to scare them off somehow,
but he wasn’t really good at making threats to guys who looked like they could
easily put him back in his place if they really wanted to. They don’t say a
word, in fact they begin to look slightly unsure of themselves now, and Yoongi
knew this was his moment he had to do something.
“Do you really
think it’s smart to do something like this in public where anyone could see?
Now be good puppies and scat, before
I call the cops and we have bigger problems.” He made sure he sounded disgusted,
not letting a single hint of how nervous he actually was show in his voice. He
was hoping he could just get them
doubtful enough so they would leave, and really he needed it to work because if
they decided to think he was just all talk- well he would end up just like the
poor girl in front of him.
Luckily, the odds seemed to be in his favor and he had to
thank any good deeds he had done in the past few days that surely had helped
his luck in this situation, because the four dog hybrids looked as if they were
nervous now, obviously not expecting to get caught. They quickly brush past
Yoongi leaving him alone with the girl and he finds himself letting out a
breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding, surprised at how smooth and easy
that had actually gone. Yoongi glances down at the girl in front of him,
crouched on the ground with her soft-looking ears rested in a frightened manner
atop of her head with a long dark colored tail that wrapped around her middle
to match. He could see how skinny she was, probably from the struggle of trying
to find food, and as he took in the fragile figure of this girl, he knew he
couldn’t just leave her here.
Yoongi really wasn’t good at these things- comforting others
really wasn’t one of his better qualities. He didn’t want to frighten her even
more, so he knew he had to be as cautious as possible.
“Hey- it’s alright now.” He says in a rough voice, clearing
his throat and trying his hardest not to sound as awkward as he felt. He takes
a small step towards the girl, heart dropping slightly as she flinches.
“I promise I won’t hurt you.” He crouches down to match her
level, keeping a healthy distance between the two that way he didn’t scare her.
He takes this moment to take in her face, dirt smeared on various parts of her
cheeks and forehead. He watches her ears perk up and twitch in alert at his
sudden movement, eyes peeking over his body to confirm he wasn’t making any
threatening moves towards her. He was pleasantly surprised to find that she was
actually beautiful, and he had never seen a hybrid so breathtaking in his life.
He didn’t know much about hybrids in general really- but he was sure there
wasn’t a more attractive creature in the world. He made up his mind rather
quickly, he always did really, and decided he wasn’t- couldn’t honestly- let this cat hybrid go.
You hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. You hadn’t meant
to end up on the wrong side of town- on their
territory to be more exact- looking for food, but you were just so hungry. You had hardly eaten a thing
the whole week, and it was really beginning to take a toll on your body. You
had expected slightly what was to come to you as soon as the first kick and
scratch had landed on your body from the dog hybrids, angry barks and growls
leaving their mouths as they spit out how pathetic and stupid it was for you, a
cat hybrid, to think you could deceive them into stealing any of their food. Of
course that hadn’t been the case at all, but you had been too frightened to
even try to open your mouth, knowing it would do little to no good. What you
hadn’t expected was a human to
actually come to your rescue. In fact, it was the last thing that would have ever crossed your mind.
Somehow he had gotten them to leave, and somehow he had
gotten you to stand on your shaky legs and began to lead you back onto the dark
streets of the city. Silence followed the two of you, and you were thankful for
it. You were sore and in pain from the blows and scratches the four males had
inflicted on you, hunger pains hitting you with every step you took. Somehow you had ended up through the
front door of this guy’s apartment, and you honestly hardly remember the walk
here and you weren’t really sure if that was a good thing or not. You could
hardly make eye contact with the stranger, your shyness overtaking you and
causing you to stare at your bare feet that stood on cool hardwood floor. You
watch out of the corner of your eye as he takes his shoes off, his attention
suddenly falling back onto you as he sets them in a neat line with a few other
pairs near the door. Your eyes snap back to the floor, a light sheen of crimson
painting across your cheeks from his intense eyes.
“Min Yoongi.” He offers an awkward hand to you, and you
stare at it blankly.
You had found out later that humans offered each other their
hands and actually shook them, as a
greeting. It was quite odd if you said so yourself, and you didn’t really get
the point of it. Yoongi had taken care of you that night, he had bathed you
since you had never seen a bathtub before, and frankly you didn’t understand
half of the contraptions that were laid on the edge of the tub. He had even
given you a new pair of clothes to wear, a comfy pair of sweat pants and a
large white t-shirt that was a bit too long for your frame. You were
comfortable though, and they were certainly a lot comfier than the raggedy, mud
caked, faded old clothes you had been wearing for who knows how long. He even
cut a hole in the back of the sweat pants for your tail, the fabric comfy against
the soft fur. They even smelled like him, a masculine sweet sent
that was very pleasant to your nose. You had never smelled something so
comforting before, and at times you found yourself inhaling the scent stained
on the clothing.
When a week hit of you staying with Yoongi after he had
taken you in, you still didn’t fully know what his intentions were. You had
never had an owner before, you weren’t really sure how it worked, or how humans
worked in general. Did Yoongi want to be your owner and to take care of you? Or
did he just simply feel sorry for you, and wanted to make sure you were alright
before sending you back onto the streets? Honestly, the thought scared you,
thinking Yoongi would throw you out to fend for yourself like
You had tried really hard to not get too comfortable just
yet, to be sure to set the record straight with Yoongi and see what exactly was
going to happen between the two of you. Your shyness always prevented the words
from falling from your mouth, and silence seems to be the best conversation
between you two. You two of coursed talked, small talk though, and it was
always with him starting the conversation. He let you sleep in his bed, which
was odd to you since you had never slept in a bed before, and didn’t know how to sleep in a bed. The first night,
Yoongi had come in the following morning to get a change of clothes and
snickered loudly at your sleeping form curled into a ball at the foot of the
bed. He had later told you that you were apparently supposed to sleep under the covers, with your head on the
pillow. You really had a hard time understanding how that was even comfortable,
you really didn’t get humans at all. You didn’t like sleeping alone in the large
room with the odd bed, not that you would tell Yoongi that. This ended up
causing you to stray into the living room where Yoongi slept on the L shaped
couch, curling into a comfortable ball at the edge of his feet. He had woken up
and kicked you in the head on accident the first time, telling you that you
should sleep in his bed where it was “more comfortable”, but you never listened
and he seemed to be getting used to it.
That brought you to where you are now, already beginning to
feel slightly comfortable and at ease in the large apartment and with the man
that owned it. You were still slightly shy around him at times, but you seemed
to be coming around a bit more, and Yoongi too seemed to be becoming little by
little more talkative with you. Even if it had only been two weeks (two weeks
and two days to be exact) since you had started to stay here with him, you were
beginning to really settle in and feel more comfortable around the man. You had
gotten used to his routine, (which took a little to get used to since you
didn’t really like to be left alone for such a long period of time) leaving
early in the morning and coming how early afternoon. He still continued to take
care of you of course, and little by little you both started to understand one
Today, you decided to try and do something nice for Yoongi
before he came home from work, to show him thanks for taking care of you. You
thought about a few things, deciding they were no good for a human, and tried
to think of all the things Yoongi had taught you. He always cooked for you when
he came home, no matter how tired he looked, so you decided with a proud nod to
do just that for him. You had absolutely no idea what to cook though (or how to
for that matter), you checked off using the stove and oven, because well you
had absolutely no idea how to use it. There were too many buttons and dials,
you were sure you’d break it and make Yoongi angry- which was the last thing
you were trying to accomplish.
You had watched Yoongi cook dozens of times, and you knew
when he made you sweets he always used the jar of white powder on the corner of
the counter top first. Taking the lid off the jar, you fisted a large amount of
the powder onto the counter top, a thick white dust coating the air from the
impact. You looked in awe at the soft powder now coating your hand and the
counter, unsure of what step came after. You scratched your cheek with your
fingertips confusingly, ears twitching in thought as you decide to take both of
your hands and retrieve two more fist full of the powder. You giggled to
yourself as a thin cloud formed around you once again, causing you the cough
just slightly. Going to drop what was in your hands onto the counter top, you
miss terribly causing most of the substance to land on the floor and thin black
t-shirt of Yoongi’s that you wore. Your tail moves anxiously behind you, worrying
how the hell you were going to get this off of his shirt and floor before he
came home. You worried that he would be mad, and you had never seen him mad
before. You quickly strip yourself of the shirt and boxers you wore of
Yoongi’s, noticing you somehow managed to dirty those as well. You stood
completely bare in the kitchen, forgotten articles laid on the floor at your
feet with powder covering both of your hands.
You had just tried to do something nice, God you hadn’t
expected to make such a mess so quickly. You were in the middle of an inner
dilemma with yourself when your ears perked up to the sound of the lock to the
front door unlocking and the large door swinging open. You stood frozen in
place as Yoongi stepped inside, not having noticed you yet as he takes his
shoes off and hangs his olive colored jacket up. His eyes finally meet yours,
widening as he takes in your naked form standing frozen in the kitchen. Tail
and ears standing to attention, your eyes watched his in horror as he turned
his back to you, ears turning a bright crimson red.
“I- where are your c-clothes?” His usual cool voice
stuttered, body tensing as you took his odd tone as being angry with you.
“I-I’m sorry! I w-was trying to do something nice for you,
to cook for you, and I didn’t- I
didn’t think I’d make such a mess and I got powder all over your shirt and I’m so sorry I really didn’t mean to-“ Your
mouth moves on its own, fear settling in as you try to explain yourself, explain the mess you had made. You were
sure you ruined his shirt, ruined his kitchen somehow, and he was so angry he
couldn’t look at you. Was he going to yell at you? You really didn’t think you
could stand to have him raise his
voice at you-
“(Y/N) it’s okay- just- remember what I said about wearing
clothes?” Yoongi cuts you off, turning to face you with a hand over his eyes. You
tilt your head in thought at his calm voice, trying to recall what he was
You did remember, in fact it was a human norm that Yoongi
often reminded you of; to always wear clothes. It wasn’t the first time he had
seen you naked, in fact this was one of many. You didn’t really understand what
the big deal was, as a hybrid it’s when you felt the most like a hybrid. It was
natural to your kind; it was something normal to you. But Yoongi- Yoongi
reminded you constantly, every time he had seen you bare to be exact, that
humans always wore clothes around
others (with some exceptions, but he didn’t really get into those), and it was
just something you should always do. You didn’t really understand why it was
such a big deal, why it made Yoongi so
flustered and embarrassed, but you had just added that to the list that you
didn’t understand about humans.
“Right.” You mumble finally, watching Yoongi peek at you
through his fingertips. You weren’t really sure what to do now, an awkward
silence fell over the two of you, and you continued to stand there, searching
for the right words.
“So you’re not m-mad at me?” Your worry had suddenly set
back in, glancing at the mess surrounding you.
Yoongi, who still had a hand slung over his eyes, once again
peeked through an opening in his fingers at you. He sighed heavily, hand
removing from his eyes to reveal a dark tint to his cheeks as he made sure to
only look at your face. He suddenly smiled slightly, one of very few smiles you
had ever seen from him.
“No, I’m not mad. The flour will wash off of the clothes,
don’t worry.” You let out a loud sigh of relief, feeling a slight weight lift
from your shoulders. He makes his way over to you hesitantly, retrieving the
fallen shirt and boxers at your feet. He sets it on the island behind you,
glancing back at your face and grinning widely.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Yoongi said in his usual deep
and collected voice, the blush that lined his cheeks finally beginning to fade
slightly. He took your wrist gently, leading you over to the sink and turning
the water to warm.
Every time Yoongi touched you, even as gentle as he was, it
sent an odd feeling through your body and you weren’t sure what it was. You
weren’t too familiar with your feelings in general, but you figured it was some
sign of deep affection and dependence you were growing for him, a high liking that made you nervous. Even
this close to Yoongi, his smooth hands cleaning the flour off of your hands,
you thought he was so incredibly handsome. You had thought that, the first day
he had saved you from those dog hybrids, and you continued to grow more and
more surprised how handsome he was without even trying. You made up your mind
that you felt deep attraction toward the man, and you weren’t sure how you felt
Yoongi had successfully cleaned the flour from your hands
and hair, chuckling softly as you giggle with him. He turns to look at your
face once again, your tail flicking anxiously behind you as you notice how
close the two of you were. The smiles fall from both of your faces, a light
blush falling onto your cheeks shyly. He watches you carefully, either of you
“You have flour on your cheek.” He mumbles, thumb coming up
to swipe at the corner of your mouth. You say nothing, sure your tail was
wagging like a piece of paper in the wind, but you couldn’t find it in you to
be embarrassed. Yoongi’s cool breath was hitting your face, and the strong
sweet masculine scent of him was entering you nose. You felt light headed, this
foreign feeling alarming you just as much as the look he was giving you. You
were trying not to freak out honestly, the two of you so close if you just
leaned forward a bit- your noses would touch.
“Uhm. I’ll get you new clothes.” He clears his throat after
a long moment, his body language turning awkward as he breaks the thick silence.
Yoongi hesitantly moves around you, almost as if he hadn’t really wanted to,
and disappears down the hallways that led to his room.
You could still feel your cheeks burning as you began to
feel shy once again, small even, and you couldn’t help to wonder;
What were you to Yoongi?
It had been about a month now, since you had started staying
with Yoongi. The two of you had grown close, very close, over the short period
of time, and it was as if you’d known each other forever. You had stopped
asking yourself what you were to Yoongi, well kind of. You decided he would
have kicked you out if he didn’t want you here by now, if he didn’t want to
take care of you, and that set your mind at ease, slightly. You were worried though, because every time Yoongi
touched you (which was a lot because
you just loved- no needed constant
attention and when it came from Yoongi-
well you really couldn’t resist) an odd feeling would enter your chest. It had
really always been there, but as time went on and the more time you spent with
the blonde, the feeling seemed to get stronger. You were so unfamiliar with
these feelings; you weren’t really sure how to go about them. It made it worse,
however, the way he looked at you. He
looked at you with such soft and admirable eyes, with so much love it made you
blush just thinking about it. You felt like you could really be yourself around
him, and like he was really himself in front of you. You weren’t as shy around
him as before, and he was a lot less quiet in front of you, which you were
“(Y/N)?” You’re suddenly snapped back into reality from your
thoughts, a smooth hand running up the expanse of your bare thigh. You laid
perched up on Yoongi’s lap, head resting on his shoulder as he softly pets at
your thighs and back. You hadn’t even realized you were letting out low content
purrs, nuzzling further into Yoongi’s shoulder.
“Hm?” You mumble, eyes drooped slightly as they fall onto
whatever was flashing on the TV.
“I asked if you were sleepy.” He chuckled, hand coming to
scratch the spot he knew you loved behind your ear. Your purrs became slightly
louder, tail swaying happily beside the two of your bodies.
“Yes.” You sighed, tired but not really wanting to get up
and leave the comfort of Yoongi’s embrace.
Yoongi had picked up on this, figuring you weren’t planning
on moving anytime soon. He scoops you up, a squeak leaving your parted lips
from the surprised movement. You whine, cool air meeting your exposed legs that
were snuggly snuggled in Yoongi’s warmth moments before. Long tail wrapping
securely around Yoongi’s waist, you hold onto his neck, watching as you two
grew closer to the bedroom door. After some maneuvering to get the door open
and closed, you’re back is met with the soft familiar bedding. The long shirt
you had been wearing rode up your thighs slightly from the impact of him
setting you down, the panties Yoongi had gotten you (much to his embarrassment)
peeking out slightly. It was nothing new, Yoongi had seen you in less than this
yet his eyes still quickly looked away as a deep blush fell onto his cheeks.
“Are you going to stay with me?” You weren’t really sure why
you asked, Yoongi and you had been sharing a room for weeks now, but something
in the way he stepped toward his closet to change made doubt settle into your
“Of course.” He says finally, after clearing his throat and
returning with a pair of sweat pants and thin shirt on. His cheeks were almost
back to their normal color, but you watched with a pout as he seemed to avoid
looking at you.
“Yoongi.” You whined, scooting up onto your knees to get
closer to him. Yoongi’s large t-shirt fell slightly from one of your shoulders,
watching as the male pulls the covers back and moves to lay down.
“Hm?” He mumbles, looking as if he were trying to get
comfortable but not making any move to look at you. You didn’t like it at all,
it made you feel like he was ignoring you even though he really wasn’t.
You watch as he lays back, eyes closed with his head falling
onto the pillows and his arms coming up to rest behind his head. You wanted
attention, more importantly Yoongi’s
attention. You were still trying to understand humans, to understand Yoongi. You didn’t like that every time
he saw your bare skin he seemed to pull away from you, like all the progress
the two of you made throughout these weeks was out the window. Yoongi still
reminded you that being naked was indecent and it wasn’t something humans did,
but you still just didn’t really understand what the big deal was. You still had a hard time remembering that, to
understand it really, but you had been really trying to follow this rule and
keep Yoongi from pushing away from you.
“I’m sorry.” You say sadly, crawling over to his laying form
and straddling his hips, before you even really realized or processed what you had done. Yoongi’s
eyes snap open in alarm, his eyes meeting yours in a look that sends a blush to
rise to your cheeks. A deep blush mirrors onto his face, and you suddenly
realized this wasn’t the best idea to get Yoongi’s attention.
You move off of him quickly, not even waiting to hear a
reply from him as you curl into a small ball on the other side of the bed, face
burning and heart racing with your back to him. After a long moment you hear
him shuffling around, and you worry he was going to leave and sleep on the
couch like he used to. To your relief, the sound of the bedside lamp was
clicked off, darkness swallowing the room.
You couldn’t help feeling slightly upset, the hybrid in you
craving for attention, for the attention of your owner- or whatever Yoongi was to you. It was more than that though,
more than just liking Yoongi’s company, you liked Yoongi (a lot), you depended on him, depended on him in ways
you hadn’t realized before. You wanted to say something, apologize for- well
whatever you had done. You were too shy though, and you grew angry at yourself,
thinking you were over feeling that way in front of him. You felt small and
uncomfortable, the air in the room thick, but you tried, you really tired, to ignore it and just fall
It had been about a half hour or an hour, you guessed, and
you couldn’t fall asleep. You couldn’t fall asleep thinking Yoongi was mad at
you, couldn’t imagine closing your eyes and drifting off into sleep while you
were so far away- not being close
enough to him. You were so used to curling up in his arms, it felt really odd
to not be. You hated yourself for seeming so needy- knowing it was the hybrid in you that craved for Yoongi
because he gave you everything you
needed (maybe even more for that matter).
You couldn’t take it anymore, sitting up and quietly trying
to make your way over to where Yoongi laid comfortable. Eyes shut, you were
sure he was asleep, which made you feel slightly better because he couldn’t deny
you then, right? You push your head lightly into the crook of his neck,
inhaling his familiar safe scent as you finish curling your body into his. Legs
tangling with his, hands bawling into his shirt as you finally begin to feel comfortable. Warmth radiates from Yoongi’s
body, causing soft purrs to spew from deep within your throat. With Yoongi’s
scent and warmth surrounding you comfortably, you felt at home as your tail
began to lightly sway on its own in pure contentment. You found your tongue
poking out and licking the smooth sweet skin on Yoongi’s neck, and before you
can even register what you had done might be a bit odd to humans, a deep groan
falls from Yoongi’s sleeping form. You freeze, tongue frozen on the skin as an
arm is circled around your waist suddenly, worried you had woken him- that you’d
had been caught.
Though as you peered up at his face, you saw his eyes were
still closed, soft breaths leaving his parted lips. You return to his neck, the
tip of your tongue going back to work on his neck as soft quiet purrs began to
once again bubble out from your throat. You just had to keep going, the sudden
urge to claim him as yours- the
sudden feeling of possessiveness sending an odd shock through your body. The
thought of someone else being even near him, touching him-
“(Y/N)?” A deep voice laced with sleep rang through your
ears, and you suddenly freeze- knowing this time you really had woken Yoongi
“What are you doing?” He sounded half asleep still, voice
not really taking on any emotion except for a hint of curiosity.
“I-I was j-just-“ How the hell were you supposed to explain
why you were licking his neck? You
were so embarrassed- not really sure how to explain that this was how cat
hybrids showed affection- possessiveness-
He was looking at you, a look that was filled with question
but softness. You were at a loss of words, ears lying flat atop of your head,
not really sure how to explain yourself, and you found that happening quite
often in Yoongi’s presence.
“I’m sorry.” You said quietly, sounding so small. You hadn’t
realized you were basically on top of Yoongi, and you found it in yourself to
not really care at the moment, just keeping your face hidden in his neck.
“You don’t have to apologize.” He chuckled deeply, securing
his arm once again around your waist to keep you close. It was such a Yoongi thing to say- leaving the thick
wonder if it was okay or if it really wasn’t. You decided not to say anything,
to try and snuggle even closer to him. He squeezed you tighter, his other hand
running up and down your exposed thigh sending your heart to pick up slightly.
You found yourself calming down and purring yet again, even as his hand skimmed
a bit too high.
“Yoongi!” You yell, frustration lacing through your veins.
You stood on the tips of your toes, trying, really trying your hardest to reach the
bag of shrimp chips that were, for some reason, in the top cabinet that you
Yoongi suddenly appears, towel around his hips with damp
hair. His chest was bare, and although you had stolen a few peeks at Yoongi
while he was changing shirts before, you had never seen his full bare chest in
perfect sight before. For some reason, it sent heat to your face, Yoongi
seeming to be unfazed.
“Yeah?” He asked, watching you look over your shoulder at
him, an almost relieved sigh leaving his lips as he confirms nothing was wrong.
Yoongi had nearly fallen hurrying out of the bathroom from the sound of his
name being called loudly, worried something had happened to you. But there you
stood, only wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties (which wasn’t
exactly new), your tail swaying
almost annoyingly fast, ass on full display as you continued to reach up for
something on the top shelf of the cabinet. You were driving him crazy really,
always walking around like that, wearing his
He sighs, trying to ignore how good you looked like that, in
his t-shirt, he reminded himself
again, making his way over and reaching up to grab the bag you had been trying
to get. Handing you the chips, he turns away, completely ignoring you and
making his way back to his room to change. You stood there dumbfounded, afraid
you had annoyed him or made him angry.
“Yoongi!” You whined, scurrying after him. You entered your
shared room, finding him picking out his clothes.
“A-are you mad at me?” You said in a small voice, standing
close to the door as if you weren’t sure if you should enter or not. He doesn’t
turn to look at you, simply shuffling around his drawers.
“No, (Y/N). I’m not mad.” He sighs, glancing at you for a
“Then, why won’t you look at me?” You mumble, your
anxiousness causing your tail to sway quickly behind you.
“Because you drive me fucking crazy!” He suddenly shouts,
causing you to jump as he looks at you with a fire now burning in his eyes.
“W-what?” You say shakily, not understand what he was
saying. He runs a hand over his face in frustration, and you decide you had
definitely done something wrong, something to anger him. Your ears fall flat
atop your head, an odd feeling entering your stomach as you wonder what will
happen next. You had never seen Yoongi mad before, you didn’t know what to
“You drive me crazy (Y/N). You just don’t get it.” He huffs,
beginning to pace the floor as if he were in thought. You were beyond confused.
What had you possibly done to drive him crazy?
“I-I don’t understand.” You were really trying, you still
didn’t have the hang of these human norms, had you done something that you
shouldn’t have to make him mad and you didn’t even know?
“I know you don’t! I just- I can’t.” He sat on the edge of
the bed, setting his head in his hands as if he were in defeat. You were
startled, and worried. You had no idea what you did, or how to fix it. All you
knew was that you didn’t like that look on Yoongi’s face, at all. And to think
that you caused it, really pained you.
“I’m sorry.” That was the thing you said when you did
something wrong, right? You thought it was fitting, and really you had no idea
what else to say.
“I don’t want you to apologize.” His voice is muffled by his
hands, and you felt a sinking feeling enter your stomach.
You felt so unbelievable anxious, as you began to creep over
to the other side of the bed. You sit a bit away from him on your knees, tail
wrapping around your waist to comfort yourself. You yearned to reach out and
touch Yoongi- to nuzzle into his neck and have him hold you. You had decided a
few weeks ago, after you had finally come to the conclusion that he wasn’t
going to just kick you out- that this was permanent-
that you in fact liked Yoongi, you liked Yoongi a lot. It scared you, because it wasn’t in the way you thought a
hybrid should feel toward their owner. But Yoongi had never referred to himself
as your owner. He didn’t really seem like the type to do so, not knowing if
you’d be comfortable with that title. He seemed to always take everything at
your pace, but maybe that was the problem.
You inched your way to Yoongi’s sitting form, hand pawing at
his back to test the waters right now. He didn’t more, at all, so you took that
as an okay to move closer. The tip of your tail brushed against his still bare
back, your body trying to maneuver so you could nuzzle into his neck. You
settled with resting into his side, soft long tail now wrapped comfortingly
around his slim waist. Nuzzling your nose into the crook of Yoongi’s still bent
over neck, you licked at the skin softy, apologetically. The position was
awkward- not comfortable for surely either one of you- but you didn’t want to
move, didn’t want to move from the warmth of Yoongi as you tried to comfort him.
“I’m sorry…” You whispered again, voice muffled from
Yoongi’s skin. You continued to offer soft kitten-like licks to his neck,
suddenly feeling his body moving and you worried you had made his anger worse
from your display of comfort you were trying to offer.
“(Y/N), I-I-“ He looked at you, giving you a look of
complete desperation. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but the words
seemed to get stuck in his throat. He helped you move into his lap, letting you
snuggle into him like you usually did.
“I really can’t take it anymore (Y/N)…” He whispered, hand
petting up and down your back. You whined, still not understand what he was talking about- what he was
trying to say.
“Can’t take w-what? Me?” You suddenly had the alarming
thought. Were you too much for Yoongi? Had you really been a burden- an annoyance to him- this whole time and you hadn’t even realized?
“Yes, you- but you just- you just don’t understand.” He sounded defeated- sad even, like he didn’t really
know what to do.
“T-then make me understand.” You were getting upset, feeling
like you were being blamed for something you didn’t even know you did. You were
trying to be patient, trying to let him talk, but he was really confusing you,
and you wished he would just spit out whatever he was trying to say. A gush of
air left his lips, and you were suddenly being turned around in his lap with
You stared into your favorite pair of eyes, watching as they
glazed over with admiration and love. Your breath was suddenly caught in your
throat, caught off guard from how close the two of you were. You could see the
small fine details of his face, and you couldn’t help the warm feeling that
swelled into your chest from how handsome he was. Your eyes widen on reflex,
watching in shock as the space between the two of you seemed to be disappearing
by the second. Was Yoongi going to-
Then it happened- soft plump lips were pushed against your
own, and you found yourself freezing, not knowing what to do. You had never kissed someone before, you had never even come close- so you honestly had no idea what
to do. Yoongi’s eyes were squeezed shut, as if he were worried you’d reject
him- tell him to get away from you- but you honestly couldn’t help melting into
him a bit more, even if you just sat there not really responding because you
had no idea what you were doing, but
you liked it, a lot. He pulled away
suddenly, eyes opening slowly to look into your wide ones.
“I shouldn’t have done that, I-I’m sorry.” You had never
seen such a shattered look on him before. You had never seen him look so defensive- so nervous.
You pouted, not liking the look on his face and not liking
the warmth that had left your lips. You leapt forward a bit- lips falling onto
his roughly. A loud purr erupts from your throat, a fuzzy feeling wrapping
around the warmth Yoongi was making you feel. A noise of surprise fell from
Yoongi’s mouth, your lips swallowing it up as his hands come up to grip your
waist to prevent either one of you from falling over. You licked at his lips,
the hybrid in you suddenly standing on edge. He let you be for a little,
letting you lick and kiss at his lips before pulling away to laugh lowly.
“Here- like this.” He grinned slightly, before bringing his
lips back onto yours. You really couldn’t believe how soft Yoongi’s lips were-
how perfect they felt and fit with yours. You let him do all the work- you let
him lead the kiss and show you what to do. This kiss felt more natural- more human. And you felt okay with this, okay
with being this close. Closer than usual, in this different way. You didn’t
mind him kissing you, in fact you liked it- a lot- probably more than you
should have. You wanted to tell yourself this was wrong, that this was stepping
over some unknown boundary of hybrid and owner, but Yoongi had never set those
boundaries, and maybe this was why. You felt happy, loved, and you knew from this point forward, you were falling for
this man, and you were okay with it.
Since that night, Yoongi and you had grown even closer. In
fact, the two of you shared kisses quite often, and as time went on, they
seemed to be getting more and more heated. There had been a few times you had
subconsciously began to grind down in Yoongi’s lap, a few groans being passed
between the two of you until he would stop you, face flushed and looking
nervous. This was all so new to you, the feelings you were feeling, the new
side of Yoongi- you were really trying to get used to it. You loved it though,
you loved how much affection Yoongi was showing you lately, and you loved how
much you were learning about him.
You really liked learning more about Yoongi. You liked that
he didn’t need to whisper all of his deepest secrets into your ear because you
felt like you could see into his heart- see who he truly was behind all of the
fronts he put up in front of others. You found that really special, and maybe
it was just the hybrid in you that made you pick up on small details, but you
seemed to really be able to pick up on how Yoongi was feeling without him even
telling you. You had never really thought about it before, but Yoongi didn’t
treat you like you were some hybrid pet that didn’t have feelings. He truly
cared about you, about your wellbeing and your feelings. And you had never had
someone like that in your life before.
It was rough sometimes, when Yoongi was away at work and you
longed for him. Your mind was always on constant thought of- well, everything, but it seemed that it went
into overdrive once he was gone. You thought about so many things, always
having to do with Yoongi, and you really just wanted him there with you,
holding you and kissing you, but you didn’t want to be selfish (maybe). You
couldn’t help starting to wondered if this was what humans called love.
home.” Your ears instantly perking up at the familiar voice, feet
springing off of the windowsill that you had comfortably been curled up on. You
raced toward the door, catching Yoongi just as he hung his coat up, and dove
straight into his arms. He chuckled deeply, offering a sweet kiss to one of
your ears. It twitched at the feeling, a purr escaping past your lips.
“Missed you.” You breathed out, reaching out, not waiting
for a reply, as you grip his shirt and kiss him wetly. His warmth and scent
instantly filled your body, and the two of you melt into one another. He grips
your waist, your tail snaking around one of his arms to keep him close. Yoongi
lets out a shaky breath as you begin to lick into his mouth, tongues meeting
“Baby, I need to get changed.” He mumbled against your
mouth, the name sending a jolt through your body. He had been calling you that
a lot lately, and it honestly made your insides feel like they had liquefied.
You pout, following closely behind him as he enters both of
your shared room. You move to sit on the bed, waiting patiently until he was
done getting changed so he could give you more attention. You watch him
disappear into his closet, leaving the door cracked as he begins to get
undress. As soon as the sight of his bare back muscles enters your line of
vision, you looked away feeling a weird sensation enter your body. Luckily, he
returned rather quickly, because the urge to look began to eat away at your consciousness.
“Where were we?” He
smiles, taking a seat next to you on the bed to have you scurry onto his lap to
reattach your lips. You didn’t think you would ever get tired of the feeling of
Yoongi’s lips, you honestly wished you could kiss him forever. Your tail was
swaying behind the two of you in excitement, the kiss growing more heated.
Wondering hands began to wonder, which wasn’t anything new, and you found yourself grinding
down into his lap in want and need. You didn’t really know for what; you were
so inexperienced you sort of just let your instincts and Yoongi guide you. A
deep groan erupts from Yoongi’s chest, his hands moving down to grip your hips.
You pout to yourself in your mind, knowing this was usually when Yoongi would
stop you, pull away, and you really just wanted to keep kissing him.
But he didn’t.
You were pleasantly surprised really, your excitement
obvious as you grip his shoulders tighter and grind a bit more eagerly into his
lap. It isn’t long that you start to feel something odd against your ass, it
didn’t really take you long to connect the dots either, Yoongi watching you
carefully the whole time with half hooded eyes. You weren’t dumb, as much as it
had seemed, you were just simply inexperienced- but you got the basic idea of things.
You were quite honestly feeling embarrassed now. You didn’t really know what to
do, if you should continue or stop, even though you really didn’t want to.
Yoongi could sense your reluctance, your confusion and hesitation, and he
simply gripped your hips a bit tighter, reassuringly.
“Keep going.” He said deeply, breathlessly. He was trying to
help steer you in the right direction, to make you comfortable and offer some
reassurance to ease your on edge nerves.
“Yoongi.” You nearly meowed,
feeling yourself getting wet as he helped guide your hips to continue.
“Your tail’s moving really fast.” He observes, obviously
trying to calm the thick air that had surrounded the two of you. You scoffed,
but nonetheless cracked a small smile.
You didn’t really know how far this was going to go, you
were willing to test the waters because it was Yoongi and you knew he’d never hurt you. You were incredibly nervous
though, not wanting to mess something up and make Yoongi uncomfortable or
freaked out. You had decided that you really liked the way Yoongi’s hands felt
on you, and you decided that you really liked the groans he was letting out
every time you would grind down just a bit harder on his hard bulge.
“I-I don’t really know what I’m doing I don’t-“You paused
because his hard dick pressed tentatively against your clit and you actually
let out a moan- which sounded more of
a purr than anything.
“It’s okay, I’m here. I’ll help you.” His voice seemed to
have dropped even lower, the deep sensual sound causing your body to jolt, tail
standing tall and on alert.
You suddenly realized that Yoongi was letting you do what
you wanted. Not forcing you, not asking you any questions, letting you take it as far as you wanted. He was
letting you stop when you wanted, letting you pick what was okay and what wasn’t.
The sheer thought has you soaking the panties you wore more, the thought of
Yoongi taking care of you-
“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how beautiful you are.” He
mumbles after releasing a heavy groan that shook into your body as well. His
words made you blush, you were sure even your ears that were covered in fur had
turned red in color, the compliment making your heart swell.
A large hand is suddenly running up the expanse of fur on
your tail and- oh god- you jolt forward,
the sensation setting your nerves on fire.
the moan you let out was so obscene, Yoongi had groaned along with you. Chills
ran down your spine- and if only you had known
your tail was so sensitive- Yoongi
continues to dig his fingers gently into the fur on your tail, running them up
and down it and causing moan after moan to spill from your lips. Each time he
got to the tip, your body would jolt, causing your hips to grind down even
harder on Yoongi’s jean clad dick.
sound that comes out with his name is really ridiculous- and you just wanted his hands everywhere- you really couldn’t take it anymore.
You dive off of him, landing on the large empty space next
to him on the bed- ass sticking high in the air. You wore your usual attire-
this time a large hoodie of Yoongi’s that now pooled in a heap of red just below
your breast, white panties exposed with a large wet spot in the middle. The
sight was absolutely enticing to Yoongi, mouth agape and watching as your tail
moves back and forth as if to lure him in. Your chest was heaving- so worked up
from just that- but you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed right now.
“I- are you s-sure?” When had he stood up? You hadn’t even
realized he had moved, so caught up in your most definitely inappropriate
“Yes!” You say annoyed, wanting him to touch you right now. You felt like everything was moving
so fast but not fast enough at the same time, you just wanted Yoongi to keep
making you feel things you hadn’t before.
“Baby- lay on your back.” He says after taking in your needy
form. He had never seen you like this before, and god did he love it.
You huffed, hated laying on your back because you could
never get comfortable because of your tail, but you listened nonetheless. You
watch him carefully, your hybrid instincts wanting nothing more than to be
mated- to be fully claimed as Yoongi’s.
The thought made you lightheaded, and you started to feel nervous. You watched
with alert eyes as Yoongi stripped himself of his t-shirt, leaving his chest
bare and as many times as you’d seen him shirtless- you still couldn’t help but
You watched his suddenly nervous movements, seeming to
falter under your gaze. It made you yourself slightly nervous, because you had
no idea what the hell you were doing, and you needed Yoongi to lead you. You
reached from him, and he thankfully comes over and towers over your smaller
frame. You touched everywhere really, anywhere your hands could make skin on
skin contact. You had touched Yoongi’s bare skin a few times, but never like this, never for this long. You were
entranced by the smoothness, how pale and soft
his skin was. You hadn’t even realized he was watching you, watching carefully
and even offering a small grin when you finally realized.
“I like touching you.” You said as you thought, not
realizing the filter in your brain hadn’t sorted that out as staying just a thought-
“I like when you touch me.” Before you had anytime to even
be embarrassed he was replying easily, like he didn’t even need to think about
“I like when you touch me, and kiss me.” You said again
without thinking, being honest, as
you run your hands down his shoulders to his back, feeling the skin heat up
under your touch.
“I like you.” The words set a different fire in your body,
instead of raising the heat of being mated- of being completely wrecked by this
beautiful male above you- a new fire of complete admiration and affection
burned. The atmosphere had changed, changed from the heated, neediness, to a
calm caring, loving air. You didn’t
really know if he meant the words the way you wanted him too- the way you would have meant them if you had
said them yourself. You decided you didn’t want to ask- not yet- because his
confession meant he at least felt something toward you, right? And that was
enough for you right now.
“I like you too.” You found yourself mumble back, seeming
fitting to say it back since it was
A large grin was plastered onto his face then, and he
reached down to kiss you gently. You gripped his arms because you felt like you
were falling, your head was spinning,
and you just wanted Yoongi to be everywhere.
He continues to kiss you, and there was so much emotion in the kiss it really
wasn’t helping your spinning head. You feel slick fingers at the hem of the
hoodie you wore, and the two of you broke apart so he could take the unnecessary
garment out of the way. He scanned your naked chest, for the first time, since
he always got so flustered when he had seen you naked. You guessed being naked
was a bigger deal to Yoongi than you, which was okay.
You were beginning to get nervous, you really didn’t know
what to expect, but you really tried to tell yourself that you had Yoongi here
with you, and he’d never hurt you.
You felt the sudden shock of a tongue lapping at your neck, just like you
usually did with Yoongi, and it was enough to send a loud moan out of your
mouth. Besides licking he sucked at
the thin skin, and you arched slightly into him, not even realizing your tail
had wrapped around his waist and you had started to purr once again. You really
didn’t think you should have been this worked up so easily, but it was Yoongi- and he definitely knew how to
make you feel good.
Yoongi’s hand snakes down your body, nerves standing on edge
because honestly, he was so nervous. He didn’t want to hurt you, didn’t
want to do something that you wouldn’t like. His hand rubs at the skin on your
stomach above your panties, muscles jumping to attention. Yoongi continued to
pepper kisses along your shoulder, collarbone, and neck, hand finally skimming
the top of your panties as he begins to carefully pull them down. You lift your
hips, eager- cool air hitting your wet
heat and causing your thighs to subconsciously close on their own. Moving down
your body cautiously, Yoongi made sure to maintain eye contact with you in case
you showed any sign of resentment. You didn’t of course, looking innocent and
ready for whatever Yoongi had in mind.
Your insides felt like they were waiting to spark alive,
watching anxiously as Yoongi’s face is level with your heat. His cool breath
continued to make you shiver, his eyes searching yours for one last time for
any resentment as opens your legs. Tongue coming out to kitten lick your clit,
you shudder as pleasure courses through your body. You had never felt something
like this before, and really it was so overwhelming.
Yoongi didn’t exactly give you time to process what was
going on- what was about to happen-
already beginning to lick and suck your folds and clit into his mouth. You were
so wet- tasted so sweet- Yoongi was
really going to lose his mind. You find your fingers weaving into the soft
blonde locks of his hair, not realizing how hard you were gripping it until you
felt the pleasure of Yoongi’s mouth disappear.
“You’re going to rip my hair out.” He was looking at you, smugly, and you honestly hadn’t really
heard what he had said. Chest heaving up and thoughts scattered.
He decided to not wait for a reply, which you were thankful
for because you were honestly sure you had forgotten how to speak. He continues
to do his previous actions, sending such intense pleasure through your body,
moans falling from your lips so loudly, you felt like your whole body was on
fire. With your head tilted back, you were sure it was going to snap off from
how fast you looked back up, feeling the sudden pressure of a cool finger
against your entrance. He rubbed the tip of his finger teasingly against you,
watching as you moved your hips toward him.
“Are you sure?” You were surprised he hadn’t asked you
sooner, the uneasiness in his voice obvious even though he tried to mask it.
You moaned in response, nodding quickly.
“Please.” You groaned, surprised by the voice that met your
ears. It was music to Yoongi’s, and you suddenly feel the intrusion of his
finger, your hole seeming to open up and welcome it. He gaped at your pussy,
watching as you seemed to swallow up his finger, begging for more. Yoongi
wanted to be careful though- would force himself to go slow and easy unless you
asked otherwise. He couldn’t live with himself if he hurt you-
Your hips were grinding down onto his finger, and he was honestly (yet pleasantly)
He didn’t really know how hybrids worked sexually, he really
knew little about hybrids in general, but you were helping him learn, and it
surely seemed like hybrids didn’t need as much prepping as humans did. He didn’t
question it- question you- because he figured you wouldn’t know, since you were
so innocent and inexperienced. That was okay- in fact Yoongi liked it, a lot, because he felt like you were his, and his only. He cautiously adds another finger, feeling once
again your wet heat swallow up the finger in want. He was in awe really, by
the way you seemed to stretch and be ready for him already, the noises you were
making, and how wet you were-
Yoongi found himself groaning, cock jumping in the confinements
of his too tight jeans. He pumped the fingers gently inside of you, listening
to the obscene sounds your heat made with each one. Your body was in complete
pleasure, the intensity of it leaving you dazed. It was too much and not enough
at the same time, and Yoongi seemed to be agreeing because with one last pump
of his fingers and a sharp suck to your clit, he was standing to his feet,
pants and boxers quickly laid forgot with your clothes around his feet on the
floor. His cock stood tall and proud, precum leaking from the tip from watching
you fall apart from such little action. Yoongi was thick, and you really didn’t know how that was going to fit inside of you, but you decided to stay
calm and let Yoongi take control, to finally
mate and claim you.
Already missing the remnants of Yoongi’s touches, you’re
thankful when he climbs back on his rightful place atop you, staring into your
eyes as your ears twitch unknowingly. He had gotten so use to you being a
hybrid, he sometimes completely forgot you had cat ears and a tail. He loved
the soft fur that lined them, especially loving it at times like now when your
tail tangled back around his waist when he had finally been back into your
reach, the soft fur tickling his skin. He watched you for a long moment,
watched how your chest heaved and how your hair fell just slightly on your
face. He watched the peaceful look you gave him, the loving purrs still falling
from deep within your throat. You really were a beautiful creature, and he didn’t
know what he had done to deserve someone as amazing as you. He loved how
different you were, how caring you were (and God were you caring), and just how much you were an amazing person
all the way around. There were so
many things he loved about you, so many things that had made him fall in love with you, and he really just
couldn’t stop his heart swelling as he looked at you in that moment. He really
hoped you understood, just a little, how much he loved you, how much he needed you- Yoongi really wasn’t good
with words. He hoped after this moment, you’d understand him just a little bit
more, understand his feelings, since he
had never really set them straight with you.
You paw at his chest, watching Yoongi seem to fall into deep
thought as he stares at you, your desire for him growing more. He smiles at
you, gripping his cock and moving to position himself at your entrance. He had
slightly forgotten how hard he was, and honestly it was beginning to hurt as he
took the sight of your body in again. Bending down to kiss your lips one last
time, he begins to carefully, ease
his aching cock into your entrance. The groan he lets out goes straight to your
core, the sound so enticing- you
wanted to hear it more. A slight burn was met as Yoongi pushed into you, but
your heat welcomed Yoongi’s cock, much like his fingers. It didn’t hurt at
all, luckily, it felt so good you actually found yourself moaning so loudly,
your head shook.
This, this was much
different than Yoongi’s previous actions. In fact, it felt so much better, more
intimate and passionate. Your heart swelled at the thought of finally becoming
Yoongi’s- the thought of him mating
you, and being everywhere all at ones- your legs went to his hips, pulling his
body the rest of the away onto you along with his cock inside of you. He moaned
at the feeling, elbows on either side of your head as he began to take that as
an okay to slightly move his cock back and forth. You instantly nuzzled into
his neck, breath coming out shaky and hard as you begin to lick at your usual
spot, at times accidently nipping when he went just a little deeper
than before. He groaned above you, obviously not minding, and you were more
than happy to continue- to mark him as yours.
“Yoongi!” A shout falls from your lips as he picks up the
pace, holding you tightly and licking at the fur surrounding your ear. You were
sure you stopped breathing then, until you felt a few wet fingers toying with
your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, body shaking slightly from
the intenseness of everything.
“I love when you moan my name.” Yoongi’s voice sounded deep, hoarse and dry as he pounded into
you. Your tail and legs squeezed tighter around him at his words, your hands
moving to fist into his hair for something
to hold onto. You felt an odd sensation in your stomach, a feeling that was starting
to become too overwhelming, and you
squeezed your eyes shut body going tense as your orgasm hits you like a train.
“Yoongi!” You scream, not even realizing how loud your voice
had become. Body going completely numb as you’re sent into a storm of incredible
pleasure. Yoongi continues to thrust into you, helping you ride out your orgasm
as he holds you tightly in his arms, groaning loudly from how tight you had
“Oh god, (Y/N).”
Yoongi’s orgasm shatters through his body as he shutters, cumming inside of
He falls onto you after a moment, face buried in the crook
of your neck as he tries to catch his breath. You’re pretty sure you couldn’t
move, not that’d you want to. That was absolutely amazing, and you find yourself combing your fingers through Yoongi’s
hair as he tries to catch his breath. For some reason you became incredible
nervous after what had just happened, not knowing of what would come next.
Anxiety overloaded your body causing your tail to sway uneasily to your side,
and with each swat, it lightly hits Yoongi in the side, a huffed groan
vibrating through your skin as he shuffles onto his forearms to look at you.
His fringe was sweaty, and clung to his forehead. He somehow
still looked absolutely breathtaking, even looking completely fucked out. You
couldn’t help the sour look that crossed your face, waiting, just waiting for
him to say something- to break the
thick silence as it began to cloud into the room. He didn’t though, seeming
much more entranced with gazing at you, a small satisfied smile laying onto his
“What?” You asked suddenly self-consciously. He leans down
to brush his lips against your cheek, the action making you blush slightly.
“Nothing.” You weren’t sure if he was being honest or not,
but you figured you’d let it go for now.
Since that day, Yoongi and you had had sex- a lot. Yoongi had corrected you when you
had called it mating, saying that just sounded a bit weird and that wasn’t what
humans called it. You didn’t understand, like usual, not really getting what
else there was to call it. He had told you, you two were making love, and the
words had sent your whole body on alert. That had been the first time Yoongi
had really given you an insight on his feelings, which had caused you to
stutter and asked why he would call it that.
“That’s what you’d call it if two people were trying to show
how much they loved each other, don’t you think?” You had accidently swatted
him clear in the face with your tail, having been perched comfortable on his
lap, unknown emotions filling your body. You were pretty sure he had basically
just confessed he loved you, and you realized you hadn’t given him a proper
answer because you were well- in shock.
“Yeah, that’s sounds about right.” After a long pause you
had made your mind up, settling on confessing your own feelings along with
finally confirming your own with yourself. But the feelings were mutual, and that alone made you so happy
you found yourself leaning in to kiss him.
“What took you so long?” You groaned playfully, curling
further into his body, just trying to get closer.
And you came to the final conclusion that you were happy here with Yoongi, that
he had found you. You were okay with how things were right now, and how things
had turned out.
You realized, sitting there, listening to the beating of
Yoongi’s steady heartbeat that it didn’t matter how long the two of you had
known each other. It didn’t matter that you may have not known every single
thing about him, because you had time to learn, and you could hear what was really
important, you could hear the silent unspoken words in his heart, and that was
what really mattered.
A/N: Thank you so much to the anon that requested this, I really hope you and everyone liked it. This took me forever to write for some reason, I kept having writers block so bad because I’ve never written anything like it before, and I kept staring over because I thought it sucked, but it’s finally done! Once I got a good idea of where I wanted the story to go, I actually had a lot of fun writing it (maybe a little too much). It’s a lot longer than I expected too. I actually got a lot of inspiration from the song Hear Your Heart by James Bay (hence the title), and if you’ve never heard it, I highly recommend it! It’s one of my favorite songs, and it really gave me a good idea of where I wanted this story to go. Anyways, I really hope everyone liked it, and I’d love to here what you thought.
Summary: Chanyeol isn’t your stereotype popular jock. He loves to come into the arcade, you work in, with his friends. Spending all his time having the highest score on at least half of the games. When you two are the only people left in the arcade on a Friday night, there is no telling what adventures you’d get up to that night.
You were leaning on the counter with your head in the palm of your hand. You loved working at the arcade but even more because Park Chanyeol came in all the time. He was a very well known senior. He and his group of friends were very popular even though they didn’t look like it. Chanyeol has a baby face but a deep voice that made you swoon like any other school girl. Even his smile crushed you like an ant under a boot.
BTS REACTION : seeing their s/o wearing only a t-shirt and panties
They come back home from practice. Once they enter their room, they see you laying in bed, on your phone, wearing one of their t-shirt with only panties.
“Ugh babe why are you doing this to me? Sorry I made you wait” *starts to undress*“You wanna do this ?”
*enters your room and stops walking, stares at you, shocked” “God, I love it when you wear my clothes… No shorts on? Damn, I like it when you’re naughty… Come over here babygirl”
*enters the room* he doesn’t say anything but he is for sure checking you out. You see him going to the bathroom, he comes out a couple seconds later, shirtless with a towel around his waist*
“Wanna join me in the shower?”*bites his lips*
“Are you wearing my shirt?”*smirks*“Who allowed you to take it?”*comes near you*“No, don’t apologize, it will be on the floor soon”
“Babe…”*sighs* he moves closer too you, goes on top on you and starts kissing you “You’re not wearing shorts on purpose huh? You naughty little girl”
*enters the room, stops walking*“Well hello there”*stares at you for a couple seconds and smirks*“Is that my shirt? You’re so hot, come over here, i’ve been waiting for this all day”*starts making out with you and then gives you a sign to get on your knees*
“Is that one of my white shirts?”*gives you the exact same look as in the gif*“Babe you’re really hot, but ask me before taking my clothes”*comes near you*“I guess I have to punish you now”*he goes on top of you and starts kissing you roughly while taking your shirt off*
Alternatively Titled: Local Girl Ignores Responsibilities in Favor of Overanalyzing Children’s TV Show
Alright so ever since we were shown this mural, which depicts Voltron fully assembled and a lion off to the side, some people have started discussing the possibility of there being a sixth lion. And since I have nothing better to do with my time (besides my midterms next week whaaaat), I thought I’d try to answer the question: if there is a White Lion, who would pilot it?
Now I don’t want to get too into the whole idea of “how likely is it that this is going to happen” because like? That’s hard to tell. But, I’d say that it at least makes narrative sense for there to be a sixth lion.
What Alfor faces throughout Zarkon’s fall is the very real possibility that the leader of their magic robot lion fighting team could easily end up crossing some sort of line and going too far. Alfor begins to doubt Zarkon’s leadership, and has several arguments with him about his judgment and his and Honerva’s hunger for power. It’s not that big a stretch for Alfor to go from “this dude could try to use Voltron for evil / go rogue / etc.” to “I need to have a back up in case he pulls some shit.”
And a hypothetical sixth lion could logically be that back up. If Alfor built one, the idea was probably for the lion to either be an alternative head for Voltron or just an alternative lion in general, in case any of the other lions were unavailable, so that they could still create Voltron even if someone went missing / ran off / turned evil.
And there’s a pre-existing precedent for a physical white lion, too:
Synopsis: You used to be a nude cam model. Negan was your favorite customer. What are the chances that you’d see him again now that the dead’s taken over the world?
Warnings: NSFW, smut, daddy kink lol
Note: This got me back on track yay. Not sure if there will be a part 2 to this…yay or nay? ;)
Again, italicized parts are flashbacks.
You clicked your tongue in
irritation when your captor started pushing you into the premises of the
compound you’ve been spying on. He snickered at you when you glowered at him,
“Got a problem, sugar?” he sneered as he shoved you forward again.
“You tied my hands but not my
feet. Point is, I can walk on my own. No need to keep on pushing me.” You
hissed and started walking ahead of him only to be pulled back.
“Nice try, bitch.” He mocked and
placed a hand on your upper back to push you again.
Suits, volleyball, and all the headcanon in between.
[Terushima, Futakuchi, Noya, Tanaka, Ushijima and Tendou here] [Akiteru, Kei, Kageyama and Hinata here] [Ladies of Karasuno here]
Black on black. No tie, open two-buttoned suit jacket that hugs his waist, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. Tailored wingtip derbies, black and matte- polished to perfection.
He’s actually the one who dislikes wearing suits the most (I mean, have you seen the guy, he literally looks like he throws on whatever he has lying on his bed).
Oh, but if you challenge him, or if the need arises- he’s going to be the sexiest guy in the room because he sure as hell isn’t going to lose at anything.
Hours of research and a lot of changing rooms is not going to be for nothing. If he’s going to suffer, he’s going to do some real damage before he goes (namely to your short-circuited brain and perhaps severe blood loss via nosebleed).
He tried the red and black combination once, until a girl actually came up to him and asked him which host club he worked at, and he’s stuck to black from then on.
Those undone buttons on his shirt? Collarbones. They’re so sharp that they can slice through paper, and it makes his neck slimmer and his smirk all the sexier.
Everything’s been absolutely tailored at least twice, and it’s so on purpose. Can you imagine those legs- miles and miles of slim height and oh, he knows you’re staring. He’ll wink right back.
Now that he thinks about it, he’s never had to buy his own drink before, and thus Kuroo’s legendary alcohol tolerance was born.
Alexander A total hipster, knitted beanies and cardigans, colourful pants and shoes from the thrift store, scarves and fingerless gloves in winter. Makes an effort to look like he doesn’t care about his looks. Suceeds in this and still looks good most of the time. Wears sweatpants in public whenever he can get away with it.
Hercules Always a perfect colourscheme, can make things that you would never think go together kind of work. Experiments a lot with new styles and is just really into the whole matter. Has his own little clothing line and makes most of his clothes himself. Expensive suits, grey sweaters, silk ties.
Lafayette Models for Herc and loves it, looks great in anything. Sometimes likes it dramatic. Hats, coats, big patterns, lots of contrasts. Wears only jeans and t-shirt on other days, really it’s like you’ve got two different people. Can sadly not be persuaded to wear his glasses everyday. He will make you cry by wearing a tanktop in summer.
John Your typical white girl despite being neither white nor a girl. Wears addidas sneakers, skinny jeans and wears his ponytail through the back of a snapback. Basically doesn’t really care about fashion and just buys the stuff he can find in every store. He even gets starbucks like the basic bitch he is. Has to be stopped by Herc. Please.
prompt:“wait a minute. are you jealous?” + “i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i don’t notice” + “just admit i’m right” + “say it” + “if you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”
warnings: shameless flirting, teasing, build up to smut, jealous tony
a/n: this is inspired by a bucky fic that i read a few days ago and unfortunately forgot to bookmark so if anyone knows what fic it was, please link me to it so i can give credit to the author
“Hey, Tony. Are you down here?”
The sound of Y/N’s voice bounced off of the concrete walls of Tony’s lab as she descended the spiral staircase a few minutes past midnight. The lights in the lab were left switched on so Y/N assumed Tony had to be down there, somewhere. It wasn’t a surprise, really; Tony loved tinkering with his projects and inventions in the dead of night and even though most of the time the noise of drills and saws was annoying when everyone was trying to sleep, at times like these it was actually quite comforting.
“I’m in here!” Tony called back and Y/N followed the sound of his voice until she found him sitting behind his desk, seemingly inputting some data into four computers at once. The sight was quite amusing and Y/N found herself smiling upon hearing F.R.I.D.A.Y. urging him to slow down or maybe take a break.
“Try lecture me one more time and I swear, I’ll cut off your power supply,” Tony threatened and just like that, F.R.I.D.A.Y. decided it might be best not to say another word.
“Bickering with your own inventions? Wow, Tony. I think you might have hit rock bottom.”
The brunette chuckled at her comment and lifted his gaze as she walked around his desk and quietly slid onto it. She situated herself in front of one of the screens, her feet dangling above the tiled floor.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Tony asked out of plain curiosity and smiled when Y/N reached for his steaming mug of coffee and took a tiny sip.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she answered simply and closed her eyes, feeling the pleasant warmth of Tony’s coffee warming up her insides. It was pretty darn cold in his lab and all she was wearing was an oversized t-shirt and some fuzzy socks.
“Is there something on your mind? You never wander around the place at night,” Tony observed and Y/N chuckled quietly.
“I do, actually.” She took another sip and placed the mug in her lap. “I just never wander near your lab or bedroom. I’ve had trouble sleeping a lot the last few months.”
Tony tore his gaze away from the screen of his computer and looked at her with mild concern in his eyes. He knew how horrible it was to not be able to fall asleep, even when you were dead tired. The idea of Y/N struggling with the same sleeping problem as him didn’t in the least bit thrill him.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she told him with a small smile, then decided to change the topic. “Do you happen to have a blanket lying around here somewhere? I’m gonna freeze to death.”
Tony shook his head but then quickly remembered the grey hoodie draped over the back of his chair. Y/N thanked him quietly when he handed it to her and began to struggle to push her arms through the sleeves.
“You know, I don’t think it’s wise to be parading around an air conditioned building in nothing but a shirt. Or hanging out in a basement. These places tend to be quite chilly.”
Tony laughed and Y/N did, too, pulling the hood up over her messy hair.
“It helps me sleep,” she admitted and Tony quirked an eyebrow.
“What does? Not having pants on?”
Y/N nudged him with her hand. “No, you idiot. It’s Steve’s shirt. Being surrounded by the scent of another person helps me fall asleep.”
Tony looked at her with his brows furrowed. He kind of understood what she meant; back when he was still dating Pepper, her presence in his bed made it just that tiny bit easier to fall asleep. But knowing this didn’t stop Tony from wondering why on earth it was Steve’s shirt she was wearing.
And Y/N, noticing his confusion, decided to elaborate.
“I didn’t steal it from his laundry pile, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she giggled. “Can you imagine the lecture he’d give me about righteousness and whatnot?”
Tony could, in fact, picture it; very clearly, actually. He could almost see Steve waving his hands in the air and talking to Y/N as if she were a child who had misbehaved.
“Then how exactly did you obtain this article of clothing?” Tony wondered aloud and Y/N glanced down at what she was wearing. It was a simple white t-shirt with the American flag printed on the front. It matched her red, blue and white striped socks.
“He gave it to me when I was staying in his room a few nights ago,” she shrugged casually, not really thinking much about her next words. “I’ve been staying in his room a lot lately. It makes it easier to drift off.”
Tony pretended not to look surprised. He diverted his gaze back to the screen of his computer and began to type, though his mind was preoccupied with thoughts entirely different.
“I thought I’d be able to sleep alone one more night until he gets back from this mission, but apparently my body isn’t willing to co-operate,” she added quietly, took one last sip of Tony’s coffee and set the mug down on the desk.
Tony glanced at her from the corner of his eye, willing his expression to remain as neutral as possible.
“So, are you and Steve, like…”
Y/N quickly caught on to what he meant.
“No, of course not. We’re just friends,” she explained with a chuckle. “He doesn’t mind me waking him up in the middle of the night or helping me fall asleep, so I’ve been staying in his room. Steve is… nice.”
Tony cocked his head to the side and looked at her in slight bewilderment.
“I’m nice, too,” he noted, then turned back to his work. “And yet you’ve never asked to sleep in my bed.”
Y/N smiled, not catching his bitterness at first. She shrugged her shoulders and circled the rim of the mug with her index finger.
“I’ve never asked to sleep in your bed because you hardly get any sleep as it is,” she observed, her voice quieter than before. “I’d hate to take away what little rest you get with my silly problems.”
Tony sent her a look that screamed, “are you serious right now?” but before she could say anything, Tony was already talking.
“Your problems aren’t silly,” he reassured her, and Y/N shrugged her shoulders again.
“Steve doesn’t think so, either. It’s why he’s been letting me sleep with him,” she explained and Tony could feel anger bubbling inside of him. He didn’t like that Y/N went to Steve with her problems; he wanted it to be him she talked to.
“And since he’s gone, you’ve decided to come to me instead?” Being her second choice didn’t make Tony all that happy.
“I thought I’d find you here so we could hang out.”
Tony looked towards his computer again. He picked up his mug of coffee.
“Why don’t you call Steve, then?” He asked, then pressed the mug to his lips and muttered, “I’m sure it would do you more good that sitting here with me.”
Y/N’s brows knitted together into a frown, then a smirk took over her features.
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
Tony pretended to look surprised at her assumption. He cocked his head back and expelled a forced chuckle.
“Jealous?” He asked. “Why on earth would I be jealous?”
It was obvious Y/N wasn’t buying his reaction. Tony could never hide his true feelings and even though he hated it about himself, Y/N had grown to love it.
He turned in his chair to face the monitor at the opposite end of the desk. Incidentally, it gave him an excuse to turn away from Y/N so she couldn’t see him.
“I’m not jealous. Just curious about what’s going on between you and Cap. That’s all,” he mumbled a little too slow and Y/N had to bite back her grin.
She reached out, placed her hand on the back of Tony’s chair and turned it around so that he was facing her again.
Tony appeared desperate to look elsewhere but she was right there in front of him, blocking his view.
“Are you sure?” She raised a brow, her smirk remaining. She narrowed her eyes a little and Tony gulped audibly.
It was then Y/N decided to push back her hesitation and slid off of the surface of his desk. Tony watched as she stepped closer.
“Like, are you completely positive you’re not jealous? Because, I mean, I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice and your eyes tell me something different.”
Tony was just about to speak, to protest, to tell her he had no idea what she was talking about, but he stopped himself when she threw her leg over his thighs and lowered herself onto his lap.
“What are you doing?” He asked, gazing up at her from beneath his lashes. The weight of her in his lap felt too satisfying for him not to feel weird about it.
“What? I’m not doing anything,” she responded innocently, but a playful grin had appeared across her lips. Tony could already see the mischief in her eyes.
“Then why have you suddenly decided to sit in my lap? I don’t think you’ve done this before.”
Y/N chuckled and Tony almost whimpered when she took hold of his wrists and led his hands to her hips. Her own soon retreated and Tony wanted to punch himself for how much he was enjoying this. There was something terrifyingly pleasurable about it.
“All I want is for you to say it,” she told him, and Tony’s brows furrowed. With the feeling of her sitting in his lap, her weight resting right where he wanted it, Tony had almost forgotten what they were talking about.
“You’re jealous because I’ve been sleeping in Steve’s bed,” she stated matter-of-factly, her fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt. She wasn’t looking into his eyes but she glanced up then, a coy smirk across her lips. “Just admit I’m right.”
Tony sighed. “I’m not going to confess to anything in the absence of my lawyer.”
Y/N pouted and the sight was so adorable Tony wanted to drop onto the floor and repeat anything she’d ask him to say.
“But it’s more fun when it’s just the two of us. Don’t you think?” Tony could almost see the wheels turning in her head. He had no clue what she was thinking or where she was going with this. The only thing he was absolutely certain of was the fact that it wouldn’t be long before she noticed the growing tent in his jeans.
“What do you mean?”
And there it was; the realisation on her face.
Tony was just about to shift in his seat in what would surely be a failed attempt to cover up his arousal but Y/N had already noticed.
She had noticed and the smirk across her face let Tony know something weird was about to happen. And it did; because soon Y/N reached behind her, placing her hands on his thighs and then lifted herself up slightly, only to sink back onto him and begin to roll her hips against him.
Tony let out a shaky breath, his fingers beginning to dig into her hips. Her smirk remained and even when Tony closed his eyes, he could see it. It was right there, printed onto the back of his eyelids, haunting him. A pathetic groan escaped his lips.
He could feel her hands sliding up his chest and to his shoulders, using them for leverage. She expelled a breath that sounded a little too much like a whine and Tony could feel his erection straining against his boxers. Truth be told, he would’ve been able to get off on that sound alone, but it wasn’t just the sound that was making his head spin; it was the feeling of her rolling her hips against him, her hands on his shoulders, her heavy breaths and the sweet smell of her perfume.
“Say it,” she demanded, leaning into him so her chest was pressed flush to his. Tony forced her down harder onto him.
“Say it, Tony. Say it or I’ll stop.”
He whined when she began to slow down. He needed more. But admitting he was jealous wasn’t something he was willing to do.
“Please,” he whimpered instead, and a knowing smirk appeared across her face. She had him wrapped around her finger and she damn well knew it. “Please don’t stop.”
She moved her hips again and Tony expelled a breath of relief. He screwed his eyes shut and threw his head back, letting another pathetic groan escape him. He was helpless and somehow, he was loving it.
“Oh, Tony,” she giggled, knowing what effect she was having on him and using it to her advantage. He could hear the superiority in her tone, knowing she had the upper hand. There was something strangely erotic about it. “If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”
He groaned again, but this time, instead of continuing her actions, Y/N’s movements ceased completely and she grinned in satisfaction as she slid off his lap. Tony whimpered at the loss in contact and opened his eyes, watching as she turned towards his desk.
She bent over rather theatrically, her perky behind right there for him to admire, and grabbed his mug of coffee from his desk.
Tony attempted to catch his breath.
“I’ll be in my room,” she told him casually, almost as if nothing had ever happened. She took a few steps towards the door and suddenly stopped, glancing at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow cocked. “You are welcome to join me.”
A/n: I came up with the idea while eating dinner last night and I seemed super original and awesome for some reason. I tried to make it not confusing soooo hopefully we’re good! Maybe a part two if people want it? I’ll probably do another anyways, though.
“Inversion can be defined as the reversal of something or as an inverted state of an object.”
Peter watched while you sat with a young boy surrounded by text books and papers. The date you had been on abruptly took halt when you suddenly remembered that you had a tutoring session with your friend Betty Brandt’s little brother.
It was a rare moment for Peter; for once the date had to be paused because of something normal. Something not Spider-Man related. Admittedly, that was better than him exclaiming “Jump into this alley!” for purposes that were not for making out and more for super changes. Those super changes somehow managed to worm their way into the regular routine of a date. Before, when being Spider-Man and being a boyfriend was too hard to balance, you and Peter talked about breaking up. “We both love one another,” you said solemnly, “but we never have time to be together.”
The both of you tried it out; not actually breaking up, but doing a “break up trial.”
You spent a day not talking to each other-no texting or snapchats either-and no hugs between class. Nothing.
And both of you cried by the end of the day.
So that was totally out of the question.
Eventually you guys got the hang of it. Assigning roof tops to meet on during Spider-Man breaks, Skype calls during “Stark Interning” hours courtesy of the teched-up suit, whom Peter for some reason called Karen. You thought that was kind of weird but you rolled with it, choosing to not ask questions you didn’t really want the answers too.
So seriously, neither of you could survive a break up. Hell, you didn’t even like when Peter went to the Academic Decathlon last year, leaving you in New York. “I’m just,” you had said between kisses, “too in love-with you- to break up.”
“I know-” he agreed between kisses, “I feel-the same-way.”
From awkwardly asking you to the homecoming dance freshmen year, to finding out his secret, the connection between you two just grew stronger every day.
“So,” he heard you wrapping up, “does that make more sense?”
The fourth grader nodded his head. Together, you and Peter both walked the boy out where his sister, Betty, was waiting with a car to drive him home. “Still can’t believe she chopped all her hair off,” you said through your teeth while smiling and waving at the pair drive off, hoping she couldn’t tell you were talking about her. “She looked so much better with it long.” You massaged your mouth when the Brandt siblings were out of sight.
“I’m really sorry, Tiger Lily. I can’t believe I forgot about him!” you suddenly exclaimed. Peter held your hands. “Don’t worry about it,” he said assuringly, “it’s not like the day is over. We spent about thirty minutes with tutoring, that’s hardly anything compared to ‘us.’“
You laughed. “‘Us’? How long is ‘us’?” you asked, using light air quotes for emphasis.
“Forever,” Peter smiled. You blushed. “Parker…you have me wrapped around your finger,” you grinned before pulling him in for a chaste kiss.
(basically jack and y/n hate each other but cant seem to keep their hands off each other)
i may do a part 2 to this so if you’d like me to just ask/request :)
“Move.” Jack nudged you as he walked by to get to the fridge.
"Wow, some manners would be nice.“ You shot back, rolling your eyes at him.
“I’ll use manners when i’m talking to people I actually give a shit about.” Jack replied, moving back to sit on Caspar’s sofa.
“Can’t you two just be nice to each other for 5 minutes?“ Joe groaned, sick of yours and Jack’s bickering.
It wasn’t a surprise that you and Jack were like this, you have never liked each other. Since Joe introduced you - his cousin - to all of his friends last year, Jack has always been so annoying and pathetic towards you. No one really knew why, you both just never really clicked. However, the rest of the guys love you. You and Conor were super close but it was complicated as he’s Jacks brother and you tried to avoid Jack as much as possible.
"It’s not my fault he’s so immature.” You told your older cousin.
“You’re both as bad as each other, to be fair.“ Conor laughed.
"Please,” Jack scoffed. “I don’t understand why I have to put up with her all the time."
“Because she’s our friend!” Conor defended you.
“And she’s my cousin.“ Joe laughed.
“I wish she wasn’t.” Jack took a sip of his water.
“You do realise i’m right here?“ You asked Jack. "Grow up."
"Me grow up?!” Jack raised his eyebrows.
"Come on you two!“ Caspar laughed.
You gave Jack the evils before going back to your laptop, scrolling through facebook.
“So what are we doing?” Joe asked. “Ice skating?”
"Yeah, buddy, how excited are you?“ Caspar exclaimed as he put his arm round Joe.
"Get off me!” Joe pushed him away. “Well when are we going?"
“Now, I think. The car’s here.” Josh told everyone, getting up from his chair.
“So am I getting a car in 20 minutes yeah?“ Jack asked Josh.
"Yeah, you and Y/N are getting that one.” Josh replied.
"Why me?“ You groaned.
“Because you two are being annoying today and need to sort your shit out.” Josh told us.
“Josh, don’t be a dick head.“ Jack warned, eyeing Josh.
"I’m not. You two talk. This car is full.” Josh told us, everyone leaving.
Everyone said their goodbye’s and eventually it was just you and Jack in Caspar’s apartment. Jack was in the same spot on Caspar’s sofa and you were still stood up, on your laptop, which was on the work top.
"You don’t always need to be a prick, you know.“ You spoke up, causing Jack to turn his head in your direction. He raised his eyebrows at you.
"Yes, I do.” He replied before turning back to the TV.
“Why?“ You asked, walking towards him slowly.
“Because I hate you.” Jack replied, standing up quickly and walking past you.
He placed his bottle of water on the side before slipping out his phone and leaning against the side.
“I hate you too.“ You scoff, going back to your laptop.
Even though you really disliked Jack, you didn’t hate him. You hoped he didn’t hate you either. He’s just very annoying and has always been annoying. If he hadn’t held some sort of grudge against you since day one then you would probably get on really well.
You suddenly had a really good idea as you spotted Jack’s water bottle that didn’t have a lid on. Slowly wondering over, Jack’s eyes stayed on his phone, you went right next to him. As you leaned towards him to go for the water bottle, he spoke.
"What are you doing?” He snapped.
“Uhh… Just getting…“ You started, leaning over and knocking the bottle towards Jack.
The water went all over his white t-shirt that he was wearing and he immediately jumped away.
"What the fuck are you doing?!” He shouted.
"Oops, my hand slipped.“ You shrugged, a small smile on your lips.
"You’re such a fucking bitch!” He groaned, trying to pull the back of his t shirt round so he can see the wet patch.
“I wouldn’t wear that out if I were you.“ You giggled, watching Jack. His blue eyes were now narrow and angry, giving you the evils.
“Fuck off.” He muttered, storming off into Caspar’s bedroom.
Within a few seconds, he came back and walked to the corner of the living room where Caspar’s clothes were hanging up to dry.
Jack picked up one of Caspar’s black t shirts, feeling it to see if it was fully dry. You guessed it was as Jack then took you by surprise and pulled his wet t shirt up and off. You immediately lost your breath as you saw Jack’s body. As you saw his glistening skin, you could feel yourself go bright red and tried your hardest not to look. It didn’t really work though as Jack caught your eye.
“Stop checking me out.“ He teased with a grin.
"I-i’m not.” You quickly replied.
You looked down at your laptop, trying to avoid the conversation. But you could see him in the corner of your eye as he just wasn’t putting on Caspar’s t shirt. Suddenly he started walking over to you. You gulped nervously, not trusting yourself.
Jack went behind you, getting closer and closer. You felt yourself getting hotter as he placed his bare chest against your back. Why was he doing this? You hated Jack, why is he messing with you this way? You felt his crotch against your bum and his hand on your hip. He placed the t shirt down on the work top before moving all your hair to one side.
"Like what you see?“ Jack whispered in your ear.
His hot breath sent goosebumps all over your body and you suddenly lost your voice. You turned around so your facing him, meeting with his grinning face.
"W- what are you doing?” You stuttered, not knowing where to put your hands as Jack kept getting closer and closer.
His hands went to the work top either side of you, blocking you in. His body was now pressed against your own as he was getting closer again.
As his face was just inches from yours, he muttered something.
"I really fucking hate you.“
"I hate you too.” You mumbled back as his lips brushed against yours.
You didn’t like him - you really didn’t - but the hatred had created this tension between you and he was standing there with no shirt on, his blond hair was messy but looked perfect, his bright blue eyes were dark and narrow and his lips were almost on yours.
You couldn’t help yourself.
As soon as his lips were pressed against yours, your hands snaked up his body and round his neck.
He kisses you desperately, as if his life depended on it. As if he needed you more than anything. His lips were soft and felt good against yours and when he bit down gently on your bottom lip you couldn’t help but let out a moan.
"Jack.“ You gasped as his lips went to your neck, sucking the skin and leaving wet marks.
“Up.” He told you.
Within seconds you were up on the work top and he was kissing the life out of you. He moved himself so he was in between your legs and his arms were around your waist.
His tongue entered your mouth and your hands went to his hair, running your fingers up and down the back of his head.
You were immediately snapped back to reality when Jack’s phone started to ring. He let you go within seconds and fished his phone from his back pocket.
"H-hello?“ Jack breathed out, clearly short for breath.
You were exactly the same, out of breath. It took you a few seconds to actually realise what had just happened. Jack had kissed you. And you really liked it. The loss of contact from him made you realise how intimate you had been.
"Now?” Jack spoke into the phone as he reached for the t shirt that was on the side. “OK, see you soon.”
Jack slipped the t shirt on after hanging up the phone.
“Uber’s here.“ Jack muttered to you, not even looking in your direction.
You both grabbed your things and made your way down to the car in silence.
“Hey guys.” Caspar greeted you both as you and Jack met them by the ice rink.
"Hey buddy.“ Jack spoke to him.
You were angry, to say the least. Why would Jack kiss you like that then not talk to you? So, what happens now… You’re just going to go back to hating each other.
"You guys have fun?” Caspar asked Jack.
“Its never fun with her.“ Ouch.
As Jack’s words left his mouth he answered your question. Yes, back to hating each other it is.
“You alright, babe?” Conor asked you as you all picked up your skates.
“Yeah.“ You sighed but Conor realised you weren’t.
"Y/N.” Conor warned, giving you a look.
“Don’t worry, i’ll tell you later.“ You brushed him off, sitting down as you pulled on your skates.
Your thoughts were clouding up your mind you didn’t even realise how long it was taking you to put your ice skates on.
“Y/N?” Conor nudged you.
“I can’t get them on.“ You groaned. The situation was stressing you out.
“Would you like some help?” A male voice spoke up.
You looked up to where the voice was coming from. It was a man, who worked on the ice rink, who was rather good looking.
“Oh- Uh, yeah please.“ You smiled at him.
He bent down to his knees and did up your skates. You stared at him the whole time, his dark hair was perfectly styled and his hazel eyes looked up at you when he had finished.
“Thanks.” You spoke.
He responded with a smile and held his hand out to you. At first you didn’t realise what he was doing but soon caught on and placed your hand on his. He pulled you up and flashed you a grin.
It was good timing as the bell went off, signalling that it was ready for everyone to go on the ice.
You thanked the man one last time before turning back to the boys.
The first person who caught your eye was of course Jack, who was stood in between Joe and Josh, with the dirtiest look on his face. When your eyes met his, he began to shake his head.
You shot him a questioning look but he just looked away.
All of you finally got onto the ice and you immediately grabbed onto the edge. So did most of the boys.
Joe and Jack were quite good though as they skated off past you.
You, Josh, Caspar, Mikey, Oli and Conor were all holding onto the edge for a little while until they all started getting more confident and skated by themselves.
You were still holding on, moving your skates slowly on the ice but still slipping every now and then. You were no where near confident enough to let go.
“Here.“ The same voice from earlier said as the man reach for your hand.
"Second time you have helped me today.” You laughed as him help your hand tightly, going around the ice.
"You’re good at this, why are you holding onto the side?“ He laughed, running his gloved hand through his hair.
“I don’t know, i’m just scared of falling over.” You replied.
All of the guys were skating confidently round the rink, although Mikey and Oli kept falling over due to the others pushing them.
"I have to go.“ The man spoke after skating with you for a few minutes. Of course, he had to do his job.
"Well thanks, again.” You laughed. He winked at you before skating off.
You decided to skate in the middle of the ice for a bit even though your heart was beating like crazy - nervous of falling over.
Conor and Josh were just a little bit ahead of you so you caught up with them.
You went in-between them, grabbing onto their hands.
"Well there she is!“ Josh laughed as he saw you.
"Whos that guy?” Conor asked as you all skated together, hand in hand.
What guy?“ You asked.
“That guy you were just with.” Conor replied.
"Oh, i don’t know, he just helped me.“ You shrugged.
The three of you skated together for a while until Josh tripped and pulled you both over with him. You were not happy with him but couldn’t help but laugh.
You decided to skate by yourself for a little while to get your balance right.
Until you felt someone behind you, nudging you out of the way. You reacted quickly by grabbing onto their arm so you don’t fall.
You were met with two bright blue eyes that you loved to hate. As you gripped onto him, you were still unsteady so Jack grabbed onto your waist, helping you gain your balance.
"Why did you do that?” You asked, looking into his eyes as he grinned.
“Funny.” He shrugged.
"I hate you.“ You groaned, getting out of his grip and skating off.
"Where’s your boyfriend?” He asked as he skated beside you.
“What are you talking about?“ You snapped.
"That guy.” Jack replied.
“He was helping me, Jack, grow up.“
"Whatever, babe.” He teased as he grabbed your hand, which took you by surprise.
"What are you doing? Get off!“ You pulled away but he didn’t let you go.
You both lost your balance on the ice and Jack pulled you down with him as he fell. It was so embarrassing as you fell right onto the ice next to Jack, making your clothes soaking wet.
"For fuck sake Jack!” You whined.
Getting up, you were so angry with Jack. Why does he always wind you up? Its like its his mission to annoy you.
"Sorry, babe.“ Jack laughed as he got up.
Fuck off!“ You snapped before going over to tell the boys you were leaving.
You had finished your shower - at Joe’s, where you were staying - to realise everyone had come back here.
They were all so rowdy you could hear them a mile away. As you got out, you realised that your clean clothes were in the washing pile that was in the wash room.
Everyone was downstairs by the sound of it, so with your towel wrapped around your wet body and tip toed out of Joe’s spare bedroom go the wash room.
“Y/N.” Jack’s voice made you stop dead in your tracks.
You turned to see Jack at the top of the stairs, in the same black t shirt he was wearing earlier. His hair was messy but look good as always and he held a tight expression on his face as he looked you up and down.
"I- i’m just getting some clothes.“ You told him as you sped walked to the wash room and picked up some joggers and a t shirt.
When you walked back out onto the landing, you were thankful to see that Jack wasn’t there.
However, when you went back into your room, Jack was stood there waiting for you.
“What do you want, Jack? I’m trying to get dressed.” You sighed, placing your clothes down on the bed.
“Are you still angry at me?“ Jack asked.
"I’m always angry at you.” You sighed.
Jack ran his fingers through his hair and also sighed.
“I need to get dressed.“ You told him again.
"So get dressed.” He shrugged. You rolled your eyes at him.
Thinking about it for moment, you realised you could get him back for teasing you earlier. Walking over to the chest of drawers that had your underwear in, you faced away from Jack. Taking a deep breath, you dropped your towel to the floor.
You quickly opened the drawer and grabbed some underwear. Before you could even put them on, Jack pushed you up against the drawers forcefully - not too hard though.
“Don’t fucking tease me.” Jack groaned in your ear before turning you around and crashing his lips onto yours.
Your naked body was pressed against him as he kissed you harshly. Your hands were around his neck, fingers touching the bottom of his hair.
“Clothes. Off.“ You muttered in between kisses.
Jack broke away from you quickly as he pulled off his - Caspar’s - t shirt. As he went back to kissing you, you ran your hands down his chest and along his toned stomach - the contact causing him to moan against your lips which was quite possibly the hottest thing ever.
Jack pushed you back so you were laying down on the bed. This was the first time he properly saw your naked body. His eyes scanned you up and down as his tongue poked out of his mouth and swiped his bottom lip.
"You’re so fucking sexy.” He said as he leaned down, kissing your neck, your collar bones, your chest, your stomach, your thighs.
"J-Jack.“ You moaned out as he kissed closer and closer up your thighs.
“Mmh.” Jack hummed in response.
Before Jack could do anymore, you leaned forward and undid his belt - hoping he’d get the message. Within seconds Jack’s trousers and boxers were both off.
Your mouth watered when you saw the size of him. You’d always thought he was big - but not that big. You were a little worried about how that would even fit inside of you.
“Please, Jack.“ You moaned, pulling him down to by the back of his neck.
"What do you want, baby?” Jack breathed out, grinning at you.
"I want you to fuck me.“ You surprised yourself as the words left your mouth, but you couldn’t help it. You needed him right now.
"Do you have a condom?” He asked, kissing you again.
"On. The. Pill.“ You told him in between kisses.
After kissing for a minute, Jack’s hand went to his member as he pumped himself a few times before rubbing his tip up and down your core.
"Fuck.” You moaned into his neck before sucking and kissing his soft skin.
Jack finally eased into you. Your arms went around his neck as you held yourself close to him whilst he thrusted in and out of you.
"I’ve waited for this for so long.“ Jack mumbled between thrusts.
Your moans and groans echoed throughout the bedroom and the fact that this wasn’t even your bed turned you on even more.
One of Jacks hands went to your clit, rubbing it to add more pleasure.
As you looked up at him, you noticed beads of sweat starting to form on his skin and his dirty blond hair sticking to his forehead.
Both your hands went to his cheeks as you looked into his eyes. His breathing was in sync with his thrusts and he stared down at you with eyes full of lust.
"I hate you.” You reminded him as he rocked in and out of you.
"I hate you more.“ Jack replied, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips which made your stomach do flips.
You could feel yourself getting close as your stomach felt tight. Your legs started to shake and your toes curled.
"Faster, Jack. I’m close.” You muttered as he kissed you again.
“Me too, baby.” He breathed out.
The way he called you ‘baby’ whilst fucking you like this made your heart melt. Jack picked up pace and the bed began to rock.
You moaned out loud as you came around Jack, digging your nails into the top of his back. It didn’t take Jack long to finish either, releasing inside of you.
As Jack pulled out of you, he kissed you again.
"Think I need another shower.“ You laughed.
"I’d be happy to join.” Jack smiled.
"Nope.“ You shook your head at him as he rolled off of you.
"Why?” He raised his eyebrows, still trying to catch his breath.
“I still hate you, remember.“ You reminded him, getting up off the bed.
“Wow, Y/N, I never thought you’d fuck and chuck me.” Jack laughed as you walked into the bathroom once again.
- Texting all the time - But not sweet texts - More like that one things that’s like the “What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills.” thing idk fr what it is but he would send you that - And he’s not mad when he sends it - You just asked what time he wants to go to the movies - He’s actually a meme - You could be in a group chat with the other boys and use your boyfriend’s face as a reaction to things they say - And he’s so athletic w o w - You’re dating the golden maknae, just a reminder - Tbh he’ll never cheat on you because you’re the only girl he can even look in the eye - He does really weird things - All the time - You look over and he’s making a weird face - You turn around and he’s walking on his hands - Who knows - Your closet is full of white shirts because that’s all he wears - You could wear one of his white shirts and he’d know exactly which one it is out of his 219 white shirts - “YOU’RE WEARING NUMBER 46 DON’T GET ANYTHING ON IT, THAT ONE IS MY FAVORITE” - “I THOUGHT 23 WAS YOUR FAVORITE? NEXT TO 114?” - “THEY’RE ALL MY FAVORITES” - You wear his flannels - Matching couple shirts? - More like matching Timberlands, lace up homie - Random singing - Also dealing with Jimin - GETTING DOWN TO GDRAGON TOGETHER IT’S GONNA HAPPEN - Honestly he’d probably pick you up the same way he picked up Jimin in that jail sene thing - Minus the ass slapping - But at the same time he might tbh idek - But playfully - He and every one of his fans can think that he acts tough all he wants - But tbh he’s still slgihtly scared of doing something out of line - His hyungs tease him because aw their maknae is dating someone - What they don’t know is that your relationship is an all out w a r - BUTT SLAPPING WARS - YOU RUN UP BEHIND HIM AND JUST BAM - HIM TURNING AROUND LIKE “FRICK U THAT WASN’T FAIR” - “COME AT ME” - Throwing a pillow at him - “hAH TAKE THAT- o shit” - Running from Jungkook after throwing said pillow - Best friend couple tbh - He goes from being really shy with you to being just so comfy and weird - But certain things still catch him and he’s suddenly all blushy and shy - Learning things together - Shyly giving you flowers with that lil bunny smile - But also - Have u seen him move bc um - W O W - Golden maknae is good at everything - E v e r y t h i n g - if u catch my drift - In general the relationship would just be so fun all the time - It’d be a learning process that you get to do together and all of it is just so worth it
Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell and take your ex out of your system. But what happens when you forced to spend time with your one night stand?
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name,. Readers thoughts are in italic;
We need to talk.” Your roommate says getting in your room and sitting on your bed “Can it wait a few minutes, Wanda? This episode is almost done.” She groans annoyed, turning off the TV. “No, it can’t, you watched two whole seasons this week. You need to get out more, have fun and get laid. Really, when was the last time you got out of the house?”
You straighten up your sweater, sitting up on the bed, “Yesterday, to go to work.” She rolls her eyes at you and you feel like a kid that talked back to her parents. “Sure, you go to work almost every day, but when was the last time you got out the house to have fun?”
You don’t answer her because you don’t remember. Your life lately has been going to work and going home. “See, you don’t even remember. Look, I know that since you and Nathan broke up things are hard, but you need to go back out there. Have fun, do something crazy.”