You hadn’t spoken to your colleague and boyfriend the whole ride back to your apartment building. You were pissed at him and he knew it.
“Y/N…. ” Spencer began and you shot him a look. Now was not the time, not whilst you were driving.
So he waited until you were home, following you into your apartment, two floors below his. It was one days like this that you wished you’d never followed his recommendation and moved into his building. You just wanted to be angry at him for a bit, take a shower and go to bed.
“Y/N please…. You can’t get annoyed at me everytime I do my job,” he looked at you with puppy dog eyes - the eyes he’d come to learn over the five months you’d been officially dating - worked on you almost every time.
Not this God damn time though.
“I’m not annoyed that you did your job. Because you DIDN’T! You defied a direct order from Hotch and put yourself in danger!” you glared at him, kicking your boots off angrily.
“Yes but it paid off didn’t it?”
He didn’t get it did he?
“It doesn’t matter that it paid off. You defied an order. Spencer, anything could have happened. What if he’d have shot you like he threatened? What if your reverse psychology hadn’t worked?”
“Then I guess we’d be having this conversation from a hospital.”
Your eyes widened at his words and you pointed to your door, “Leave.”
“Y/N…. No! I’m not leaving when you’re angry at me. I just don’t get why you’re so angry at me. Hotch has already ripped into me, I thought you’d be happy that the case was over.”
“Spencer, I am happy that it’s over. But I’m not happy that you put yourself directly in the line of fire without a God damn vest. You could have died today. I have waited far too long to find someone who I truly love, just to have them torn away from me like that,” you were yelling at him now and he looked taken aback.
“What did you just say?” he mentally replayed the conversation in his head, as did you.
That was not how you wanted to tell him.
“Y/N…. You love me?” Spencer asked, his brown eyes full of hope.
“Erm… ” Ah fuck. You’d never said those words to another man before because you’d never really been in love. Sometimes you would argue with yourself that how could you tell this was love if you’d never fell it? But you knew. It was just…. there. Your heart hurt when you were away from him, your skin prickled when he was close.
Spencer stepped closer to you and you stepped back, hitting the back of your couch.
“Say it again…. Please,” his words were a whisper, almost as if he couldn’t believe you said them.
Alright fine. It was out in the open now anyway.
“Spencer… I love you. That’s why I’m so angry at you. I thought I was going to lose you without ever getting the chance to tell you.”
“Are you sure?” he asked and you stifled a small giggle, your anger fading but only slightly.
“Yes I’m sure.”
“Okay…. I know we’re not done arguing but erm… I love you too. So much. And… I’m sorry. I won’t defy Hotch again.”
“Because he threatened to fire you or because of me?”
“Bit of both….” He grinned and you sighed knowing you couldn’t be mad at him for much longer. That was one of the most annoying things about him. He could wind you up no end, but then he’d smile his glorious, perfect smile and that was it. “Can I kiss you now?”
You rolled you eyes and nodded, allowing him to tug on your blouse and pull you forward, sinking his mouth onto yours.
What started off as a sweet, soft kiss, soon turned into fire, Spencer nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, his hands quickly pulling your blouse loose from your pants and pushing his hands up your torso.
“Hey hey hey… ” you pulled back from him, seeing his brown eyes dark with desire.
“Hmmmm?” he wasn’t deterred and attached his lips to your neck, just below your ear.
“Spencer we’ve been on the road for two days… We need to shower. I stink.”
He muttered something into your skin and bent his legs, gripping you just below your butt and picking you up. For someone so tall and slim looking, the guy was surprisingly strong, something that had shocked you the first few times you’d gone to bed together. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked you to your bathroom.
Within minutes both sets of your clothes had been discarded and you were standing under the hot stream of water pouring from your shower. Spencer was stood behind you, his hands roaming your body as he licked and sucked at your neck, the water running between you. You leant forward, resting your head on the cool tiles as he caressed your breasts, rolling a hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger gently. You gasped out in pleasure, rolling your hips against his groin and hearing a delicious groan from his own chest as you made contact with him.
A hand slipped between your legs, feeling for your special place and massaging it carefully. You quickly pulled him away.
“No?” Spencer asked, his lips suckling your neck.
“Remember the last time? We broke the shower rail.”
“You need a better bath and shower,” he whispered, turning you around and lowering his mouth to your chest, pursing his lips around a nipple and slipping his hand back between your legs. You gave in, knowing you wanted this. He could buy you another rail if worst came to worst. Reaching out with your hand, you felt for him, taking his hardened length into your hand and slowly stroking up and down it.
His fingers working their magic on your clit and your working yours on his dick had you both moaning and gasping for each other shortly after.
“Let’s try this again shall we?” he asked, removing his hand which was wet with something other than water, and gently pushing you to the wall. Your shower was angled in a way that you now weren’t getting any of the spray, instead it was sluicing down Spencer’s back and running off the curve of his ass.
He nudged your legs apart, picking one of your legs off the bottom of the slippery tub and resting your foot on the ridge. You reached up, feeling for the bar that the shower head could be slid up and down to adjust it’s height. You gripped it, making sure you had a firm hold. Pressing his body close to yours, Spencer took his cock in his hands and positioned himself at your entrance, pushing inside slowly.
“Oh fuck… ” You groaned as he filled you. His hand joined yours on the bar as he started to move inside you, his other hand tightly grasping your hip and holding you close to him.
Biting down on your shoulder he started to move faster, hitting against your sweet spot perfectly, your free hand digging into the flesh of his back. He thrusted too hard and you cried out as your head knocked back on the tiles.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry,” he asked slowing his pace until you nodded, signalling for him to go on.
“I’m fine… Promise,” you assured him squeezing your inner walls around him and seeing his eyes close in bliss. He resumed his thrusts, grunting and groaning as he pushed in and out. Your own moans started to come thick and fast and you felt your leg begin to tremble, struggling to hold yourself upright.
“I’m nearly there Y/N,” Spencer rasped into your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. You’re not but it’s fine. You know Spencer will finish you off afterwards. This feels good enough for now though and you squeeze down on him, releasing and then slowly doing it again.
“Oh fuck… Ugh… Fuck… ” he gasped again and a few thrusts later you felt him releasing himself inside of you. He moved a few more times, losing momentum as he finished himself off, placing both hands on the wall either side of you and pressing his forehead to yours when he stopped, slipping out of you.
“I’m impressed,” you told him. “We didn’t break anything this time.”
Spencer chuckled and placed a tender kiss on your mouth.
“Practice makes perfect,” Pulling away, he looks you in the eyes. “I really do love you Y/N .”
“As I do you, Spencer. Just.. Try not to give me heart attacks at work anymore. I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”
“I won’t. I promise. Now….” He smirked at you, licking his lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up and onto the bed. I’ve had my turn, I believe it’s yours.”
You grinned, knowing what’s coming once you get out the shower. Spencer slowly backed away from you and you settled both feet down on the floor of the tub watching in horror as you boyfriend suddenly started to slip.
Reaching for the shower curtain, he successfully steadied himself.
Unfortunately, his tug on the curtain was way too hard and you winced as it came clattering to the ground, the thin rail snapped in two.
based on a request. I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this done. I had most of it done a month ago but for some reason didn’t know how to end the story. Sorry for that.
Negan takes Daryl “on a walk” to show him a secret. Daryl is suprised when Negan shows him a girl he’s holding captive in a large cage calling her his secret-weapon (harley-style, as requested. :D)
Word count: 1802
approximated reading time: 7 minutes
Daryl was walking behind Negan, his eyes shifting from left to right looking for ways to escape this hell rather sooner than later. Negan had taken him out of his cell to ‘go for a walk’ today and no matter how hard Daryl tried to find one, there was no logical reason for Negan to have him out here. They walked through dark corridors and multiple locked doors, it looked like he was leading Daryl through the maximun security wing of a prison. Was he going to kill him? No, he wouldn’t go through all this if he wanted to kill Daryl. Negan would do it somewhere for everyone to see. For Rick to see. “I wanna show ya somethin’”, Negan said opening one more door. “The apple of my fuckin’ eye.” He did this little leaning back he did on almost every word he stressed. He was a strange man, overexaggerating everything he did. Playing a role. Daryl was sure that in the end this was Negan’s weak point: he was playing a character, every little crack in this role would lead to his downfall in the end. And whatever was behind this door, Daryl was sure it would play a big part in overthrowing Negan. He must have been aware of that as well, so why on earth would he lead Daryl down here?! “Ya brought your bucket and mop!?” Negan looked him all over and Daryl nodded quickly. He had lived his whole life trying to be invisible, obeying to an abusive father and drinking brother, he knew how to make this kind of people happy. Negan was no different than them, a little bit more to the crazy side but overall, he was as easy to please. “Good.” Negan laughed. “Fuckin’ great.” That little leaning-back thing again and with a big grin on his face he swung the door open. The room that lay behind was dominated by a big cage. No, not dominated. The cage was pretty much all there was to the room. There was a bed in there and a small bundle of white clothes lying in the other corner.
Harry threw his invisibility cloak over his himself on a Saturday afternoon before heading down to the Slytherin dorms to get Draco, who was waiting for him.
“Hey,” Harry said when he saw the blond.
Draco startled and looked around, making Harry chuckle before he stuck his head out of the cloak.
Draco rolled his eyes and slapped Harry’s arm.
“You know I hate when you do that, Potter,” he said, but had a smile on his face.
“Good thing you love me then,” Harry teased. “C’mon.” He lifted the cloak so Draco could join him.
Once they were both covered, they made their way along the corridor and hid in a corner that not many people pass by.
They sat down together, cloak still hiding them, and their lips immediately connected.
They hadn’t gotten to talk or see much of each other the past week, so they had both been looking forward to this.
Harry pulled Draco into his lap and deepened the kiss. Draco moaned into his mouth and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck.
Harry smiled and pulled away for a breath. Draco whimpered at the loss and tried to follow his lips.
Draco just pouted and moved his lips to Harry’s neck.
“Missed you,” he said between kisses. “Want you.”
Harry hummed a response and lifted Draco’s chin so his lips were once again even with his.
“Love you,” Draco whispered before capturing Harry’s lips in another long kiss full of moans and whimpers.
They had forgotten that, even though they couldn’t be seen, they were still sitting out in there corridor, and that anyone could pass by.
Blaise and been walking through the area when he heard a moan and a breathy “Harry!”
He knew Potter had that bloody cloak, so he made his way over to wear the noise seemed to come from, and it wasn’t long before he bumped into something that he could not see.
He did, however, hear a gasp.
Blaise stared down at the spot, waiting for one of them to take the cloak off, but they never did. He let out an exasperated sigh and reached and felt for the cloak. When he found it, he pulled it off and found the two boys looking very disheveled and blushing deeply.
Draco looked up at him with wide eyes.
“B-Blaise! It’s um…it’s not what it looks like.”
Blaise rolled his eyes.
“Draco, I’ve known about you and Potter for ages. You really aren’t good at hiding things. And really? ‘It’s not what it looks like’? Because it looks to me like you’re sitting on Potter’s lap having a good snog.”
Harry just kept quiet, although he found the situation slightly amusing, and wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist.
“No, no, it’s fine. I won’t interrupt you two any longer.”
Blaise then threw the cloak back over them and chuckled as walked away. He could hear that they had already returned to their previous actions.
Summary: Some of them said you were born gifted; you were able to magnify every single perception, from luck, to your own feelings. Others, that you were damned since the very beginning; you could also bring the worst from every single thing, every single person, even about you. However, you saw your powers as a part of yourself, a part that, like a silent virus, was infecting your own sanity. Cheating!Bucky,
A/N: Huh, I think I’m not the best person to ask for a continuation of a story because I can fuck the shit up… Just like this. I’m sorry. Thanks god I decided not to continue Kingdom and mess with a perfectly structured plot lmao.
People like to take things for granted, whether we hate what they make us feel or not. It’s a fact. We love to wake up and complain about how early it is. We loathe the coldness of the tile floors touching our bare feet the moment they touch the ground or the annoying beeping of the microwave when we’re all alone preparing our breakfast.
But dammit, how we miss those little details when they’re gone.
How we miss the darkness of the night when we used to be wide awake at 5 A.M, without the rays of the sun burning on our lids, making us see red. How we miss having a reason to open our eyes and live for another day.
How we miss the coldness freezing our toes the moment we can’t stand up anymore.
How we miss the sound when we’ve got nothing but silence.
“Bad ideas make the best
memories.” The bartender in front of you shrugged while he filled your glass
with another shot of saqué. You were
drinking that specific type of alcohol because he suggested and, well, why not?
The week has been bad enough and you just needed to forget it as a whole. Also,
the guy serving you was pretty much handsome and his face made you ignore the
fact that you ex-boyfriend was in the same club as you.
The Tactical Visor had been his second chance, a way for him to continue to fight, to find answer for what had happened in Zurich. It wasn’t supposed to tear his life apart for a second time, leaving him unable to tell friend from foe, slowly slipping into a crimson stained world.
As always Overwatch and its amazing characters don’t belong to me, I’m just
Prompt: You are best friends with Sam and Harry Holland. The twins introduce you to Tom, who quickly falls for you.
Word Count: 1940
Warnings: One minor swear word & one minor use of slang
A/N: I am American and I did my best to remember things like mom/mum and friend/mate. If it still sounds very American, it’s because I’m not British.
It was Tom’s second day on break-finally home in England-and he was sat at his dining room table alone, eating lunch. Everyone was off doing other things. His mum was at work and Paddy was at school. Sam and Harry were somewhere-probably setting up a prank to play on their older brother. Tom didn’t mind that he was alone. Sure, he missed his family, but he was exhausted from the long plane ride yesterday. The only thing calling his name at the moment was sleep and food.
“Hey, Tom, we’re going to catch a movie. Want to come?” Harry asked, poking his head into the kitchen.
“Which movie?” He replied.
“Suicide Squad. It’s DC, but I’ve heard it’s amazing.” Sam said, appearing beside his twin.
“I could get fired for seeing it.” Tom laughed before shrugging, “But what the hell, I’ll go.”
“Great, we’re leaving in ten.” Sam informed him. The twins walked out of the room, leaving Tom alone. He wasn’t technically alone-Tessa was in there with him.
“I guess I’m leaving soon. Be good, Tess.” He reached down to pet her head. He cleaned up the remainders of his lunch before exiting the room.
“Why aren’t we sitting yet?” Tom asked, adjusting his baseball cap. He was attempting to conceal his identity with the hat, but he believed it wasn’t working-although he had yet to be asked for an autograph or picture. He was anxious to sit down in the theater, hoping to not get caught as a Marvel star watching a DC film. His twin brothers insisted that they stayed in the main lobby for a little while longer.
“Y/N’s meeting up with us. She’ll be here soon.” Sam replied, eating a few pieces of the large popcorn in his hands.
“Who is Y/N?” Tom questioned.
“SAM, STOP EATING ALL THE POPCORN!” A voice shouted, making Tom jump.
“That would be Y/N.” Harry laughed. You walked over to the three boys and took the popcorn from Sam.
“Geez, you fatty, you practically ate all of it.” You stated, taking a handful of the snack food.
“Did not!” Sam replied, tugging the container out of your hands.
“Y/N, you’ve met Tom, right?” Harry asked. You turned your focus from Sam to his older brother. The moment Tom’s eyes met yours, he swore his world stopped. He had never seen anyone like you before and he just couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were so captivating-where had his brothers found someone like you? More importantly, were they blind to leave you only as a friend? Tom suspected any man who could be with you would be the luckiest man in the world.
“Nope, I don’t believe I have. The name’s Y/N, also known as their only friend.” You said, pointing towards the twins.
“Hey!” Sam exclaimed.
“But I have heard a lot about you.” You stated. Tom opened his mouth to speak, but only silence came out as he got flustered. When he didn’t say anything, you continued, “Spiderman is watching Suicide Squad? Tsk tsk.”
As if you had switched a flip in him, Tom found his voice and quickly responded to your comment, “As long as they don’t know I’m watching it, I’m fine.” His nerves struck up again as he asked, “Are you a fan?”
“Of DC? Absolutely. Marvel? A little.” You replied.
“Why don’t you like Marvel?” He asked, a tad bit offended by the comment.
“I like the X-Men more than I like the Avengers. The characters are too complicated and they stray from the comics.” You stated, “As you can see with Civil War. Where was Thor?”
“X-Men doesn’t follow directly with the comics either.” Tom said.
“Oh, no. It’s started.” Harry mumbled to Sam. The twins knew introducing you two would cause some sort of an argument about DC vs Marvel. You were a massive DC fan while Tom was dedicated to the Marvel, more specifically Spiderman, side of things.
“Break it up. How about we go get our seats? We don’t need to start an argument here.” Sam interrupted you two.
“He’s right. It’s a petty argument.” Tom stated.
After the movie was finished, you went to hug the boys goodbye. When you hugged Tom, you made sure to whisper in his ear, “For the record, Spiderman’s my favorite superhero overall. Especially the new one, he’s sticking with the comics.” If your statement wasn’t enough to skyrocket his heart, your next comment sure was, “Plus, the actor’s really cute.”
And once again, you left Tom as awestruck as when he first laid eyes on you. You could tell he wanted to say something to you, but all he could muster was a faint goodbye. You shot him a flirty smile before leaving to your car. In Tom’s car, Harry and Sam continued to talk about Suicide Squad and how the characters were developed in it.
“How long have you two known Y/N?” Tom asked, finally finding his words.
“Almost two years by now. Why?” Harry asked.
“Just wondering. I don’t remember either of you ever bringing her up.” He shrugged, “Did you know she liked DC better than Marvel? Or was that just by chance?”
“Oh, we knew.” Sam laughed, “We just didn’t think it would get that heated that fast.” He explained and watched as his older brother’s cheeks turned red.
“What’s with all the questions, Tommy? Does someone have a crush?” Harry teased.
“No, I only met her today.” He lied.
“How are you the big-shot actor of this family? You can’t lie for sh*t.” Sam said.
“You know she’s single, right?” Harry added.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Tom asked.
“We give you permission to ask our little Y/N out.” Sam replied.
“Who said anything about asking her out?” He questioned, looking at his brother as if he was insane.
“You did when you lied about liking her.”
“You were practically drooling over her too.” Harry said.
“If I ask her out, will it get you two off my back?” Tom asked.
“Yes.” The twins replied in sync.
“I’ll need her number first.” He mumbled and Harry immediately got out his phone to share your contact with Tom.
“Go away. I’m not calling her with you lot watching me.” Tom said, looking at his brothers. Patrick was home now and instantly joined in the stare-at-Tom-until-he-calls-Y/N game.
“Why not?” Sam asked, leaning forward on his elbows to rest his face on his hands.
“Because I’m not comfortable with it. Beat it or else it’s not happening.” He replied. The three younger boys groaned and walked off. Tom knew they’d be right outside the door so he went as far from his bedroom door as possible. He nervously pressed the call button beside your contact.
“Hello?” You answered after a few rings.
“H-hi, Y/N. This is Tom. Tom Holland? Remember me from earlier today?” He asked and then mentally face-palmed himself for rambling. He hated how even just your voice made his heart pound in his chest.
“Nope, I have no recollection of a Tom Holland.” You said in a sarcastic voice before laughing, “Of course I remember you. One does not simply forget meeting the new Spiderman. What can I do for you?” You asked, hoping you already know the answer.
“Well, I was wondering if you were free tomorrow for lunch.” Tom asked.
“Like a date?” You replied.
“It doesn’t have to be.” He said.
“What if I wanted it to be?” You asked flirtatiously.
“Then, yes. Yes, it could definitely be a date.”
“In that case, I’d love to go get lunch with you.”
“Cool. I’ll-uh-pick you up tomorrow then. How’s 11?” He asked.
“That will work. Tomorrow is completely free for me.” You smiled, “I’ll text you my address.”
“Awesome. I’ll see you then, yeah?”
“See you then.” You said and hung up the phone. Tom didn’t even remove the phone from his ear by the time his brothers barged right back into his room.
“So you have a date?” Sam asked with a bright smile.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Tom admitted, bashfully as his brothers cheered in triumph.
*Four Months Later*
“We should have just told him no.” Sam said.
“Why did we push him?” Harry asked.
“I wish we had a time machine and we could stop this all from happening.”
“Yeah.” Both twins nodded in agreement before they were both whacked over the head with a rolled up magazine.
“Ow!” They hissed, turning around to see their mother.
“This is the happiest your brother has been in over a year. Get in the kitchen and fix the salad.” She ordered.
“Yes, mum.” Sam and Harry replied. They trailed off to the kitchen and she followed behind them. She didn’t want the twins to put such a damper on the happy mood. It was Christmas and you were spending it at the Hollands.
Michael Bublé was playing in the background and Tom was attempting to teach you how to dance in the open area of the living room. He loved how you would laugh every time you screwed up on the steps and accidentally stepped on his toes. You two had been dating for about four months and the twins had only begun to realize how close you two were. When you both first met, they definitely wanted you two to be together; but now it seemed as if they were losing their best friend to their brother. Although you were still close to the twins, they didn’t enjoy the feeling of being second behind Tom yet again.
“Forget it. I’m never going to get this.” You said with a giggle, staring down at your fuzzy sock covered feet. Your head fell into the crook of his shoulder
“You will, I promise. It’s easy, just follow my feet.” Tom replied, moving his feet slowly to the music. You lifted your head up and concentrated on keeping up with it, although it was a slow song. He held his hand up and you did a twirl.
“You’re cute when you’re focused.” He stated, making you look up at him.
“And you’re cute when trying to teach me how to dance.” You answered and he leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips. Before his lips could connect with yours, a voice called out from the kitchen.
“Tom, Y/N, dinner’s ready.” Sam interrupted.
“Geez, Sam, you just have to be a little cock block, don’t you?” You playfully sighed.
“Dinner.” He stated, disappearing back into the dining room.
“Do you think he’s upset about us?” you asked. Normally, the twin would sarcastically reply to you; instead, he just dismissed you.
“Us? Why would he be upset about us?” Tom replied in confusion.
“Because since we’ve started going out, I’ve been hanging out with them less.” You stated.
“I don’t mind.” He shrugged with a smile, leaning down to give you a soft kiss.
“I’m not saying I do, but I do feel like I’ve been neglecting them.”
“Hurry up, or we’ll eat without you.” You heard Sam call out.
“Sam!” His mother scolded. You laughed as you and Tom went to the dining room. You sat in between Sam and Tom, making sure that you included the twins (and Paddy). After all, you didn’t want to forget your favorite set of twins.
Or more the nights when he’d drive back to his apartment
so late that it was practically morning and he’d find her asleep on
his sofa, wearing one of his jumpers where she’d gotten cold or had
got tired and wanted something comfy and smelling of him to remind
her of what she was waiting for. It was those 4am surprises when he’d
be able to drop his bag to the floor as he’d walk in and he wouldn’t
even have time to think about how tired he was because he’d see her,
and his day would just start all over again with the sight of her
He wouldn’t say anything as he’d walk over, but a gentle
smile would grow on his face and he’d simply end up crouched beside
the sofa, reaching his hand out to stroke some hair behind her ear that had fallen
into her face whilst she was sleeping, before stroking
the backs of his tired fingers across her cheek, accidentally rousing
her from sleep.
‘Jiyong?’ she’d mumble, not even opening her eyes before
she’d said the word, but when she’d feel his hand cup her jaw she’d
eventually muster the energy to peek out from beneath her eyelashes, before quickly covering her face with her hands when she saw him.
'Hey, Jagi.’ he’d whisper, his eyes dancing over her
face to take in every inch of her expression, his fingers gently
prying her hands from her face so that he could lean forward and
settle his head on the sofa in front of hers, grinning a gummy smile
when she’d peek open her eyes once again, after almost having gone
back to sleep, and he’d watch her lips lift into a playfully pained
smile when she’d register how close he was.
'You’re such a pabo.’ she’d whisper, staring into his
eyes for a few seconds before quickly tilting her chin closer to
capture his lips, only meaning for it to be brief by the way she moves back, but he just follows her with his mouth, his hand still
on her jaw keeping her in place as he’d press his lips more
passionately to hers.
The evening’s had been the most exciting.
When he’d borrow Youngbae’s old car and drive through
the city in disguise, pulling up outside of the studio that she’d
been working at for the day and texting her to tell her he was
The first time he’d ended up getting a phone call from
her in a panicked state, telling him that someone would spot him, but
he simply kept telling her to come outside, and when she eventually
did he was barely able to stop himself from jumping out of the car
and running to her after seeing the amazed smile that graced her face
once she’d realised what he’d done.
'Whose car is this?’ She’d asked, after hurriedly
climbing in and shutting the door, but he’d been riding such a huge
wave of adrenaline that he didn’t even pause to answer her before
leaning over the console and crashing his mouth to hers, the comfort
of the blacked out windows only encouraging him as he’d sunk his
fingers into her hair and held her against him, feeling his heart
beat double time in his chest when she’d raised her own hand to hold
his jaw, her touch so feather light that he almost thought it wasn’t
'I missed you.’ he’d murmur, before kissing her cheek
and revelling in the blush that he could feel warm her cheek against his palm,
pulling back a little to watch her. Everytime he’d bought something
for her, wanting to surprise her, to show how much she meant to him.
It had started with him reaching into the back seat of the car and
pulling out a single rose, handing it to her with a flourish and
beaming with the look of adoration on her face.
'What’s this for?’ she’d asked quietly, looking up at him
with big shining eyes, flickering her gaze between him and the rose
as she’d trapped her lip between her teeth in the most adorable way.
'To make you smile.’ he’d replied, smiling lovingly at
her and grinning shyly when she’d leant forward to press a dainty
kiss to his cheek, placing another on his lips and giggling quietly
when he instantly moves towards her to prolong it.
After that he’d just kept adding roses, making the trip
to pick her up so many times that he eventually made it to 96…
The nights had been the safest.
Under the cover of darkness they could go anywhere…do
He remembered their first anniversary when she’d been so
busy that she’d forgotten and so when he’d picked her up in a
limousine instead of the usual beaten up car, she’d cried for a solid
15 minutes because she’d felt so bad. But he’d held her the whole
time, telling her he really didn’t mind…because he didnt! He’d just
wanted to shower her in all the things he’d bought and set up for
her, ending up kissing her for a good five minutes straight to make
her stop crying, and grinning at her when he’d finally pulled away
and she had been so dazed that she hadn’t felt the need to cry after
that- shooting him a small, shy smile in apology, which simply made
him pull her into him because he’d thought she was so cute.
He’d driven her back to his apartment, but instead of
going to his penthouse he’d taken her right up to the roof where he’d
set up a little outdoor movie theatre, consisting of a white sheet
that was clipped onto a metal frame and a small projector that was
sat on a table behind the little blow up love seat that he’d covered
in pillows and blankets from his apartment.
He grinned as he stepped behind her to remove the
blindfold he’d made her put on in the stairway, quickly covering her
eyes with his own hands as he puts his mouth close to her ear.
'I know you dont really like fancy things, and I knew
how tired you were going to be…So, I thought that this would be the
best idea.’ he murmurs, smiling and dropping a quick kiss to the
patch of skin behind her ear before finally letting her see.
'Happy Anniversary, Jagi.’
He takes another drink from the bottle of vodka that
he’d had clutched to his chest since he’d got home that evening, the cold stone wall behind him not
holding any comfort for him as he remembered the way her eyes had lit
up like the streetlights above him at that moment, the way tears had
shone in her eyes like the stars in the sky, the way she’d turned and
crashed her lips against his…
He could feel the ghost of her mouth on his, hurrying to rid himself of the feeling with the rim of the bottle that he was forcing to his
mouth, not feeling the sting of the liquid as it charged down his
throat, and hanging his head when his stomach refuses to take anymore,
smirking with the way it tasted just like the champagne they’d been
drinking that night- although if he hadn’t been as drunk as he was,
he’d realise it didn’t.
It had all been too perfect.
He still remembered the day it had all come crumbling
down, it was vivid in his mind even through the alcohol induced haze; the precise moment when he knew that the little part of heaven he’d found for himself was
about to be ripped away from him.
He’d been leant against the railing of the balcony at a
friend’s party in a fancy club place near the water. They’d both been
invited, and since it was a private party they were free to be as
couple-y as they wanted, but they’d made a deal beforehand to try and
keep it as subtle as possible.
But when he’d found a quiet corner to stand in outside
he hadn’t been able to resist texting her and getting her to meet him
When she’d first stepped out onto the balcony she’d had
an adorably confused expression on her face, looking around to try
and find him and grinning when she had finally spotted him. He’d eagerly taken in the sight of her as she’d made her way over to him, and he could
tell how drunk she was by the way she almost immediately fell into
his arms, causing him to almost spill his champagne, but he didn’t
care when she felt so warm against him, and the smell of her honey
shampoo was filling his lungs.
'I thought you’d ran off for a minute.’ she murmurs,
slurring her words a little, but he just smiled at her as she’d
looked shyly at the floor, tapping his finger beneath her chin lightly to make
her look up at him, but managing to refrain himself from kissing her
and instead letting his eyes graze over her greedily.
'If I was running off, I wouldn’t go without you.’
he says, grinning his gummy smile at her as she’d shuffled her feet
almost nervously, as if they were on their first date all over again,
before stepping closer to him again and leaning in to murmur quietly in his
ear as he’d slipped his arm around her waist.
'Would you really run away with me? Even if it was just
for a little while?’
He’d felt the warmth pool in his belly at how innocent
and defenseless she sounded, as if she was bearing herself to him for
the first time.
He’d smoothed his hand over her lower back as he’d
answered her, turning his head slightly to place the lightest kiss on
her cheek before speaking.
'As long as i’m with you, Jagi…’
He’d caught her shy smile from the corner of his eye
before she’d stepped away from him a little to lean against the
railing, making him drop his arm from around her waist and instead
raise it to cup her cheek, watching her smile turn to a look of
sadness as she’d looked out at the water, the reflection of the moon
bouncing off and into her eyes to make her look even more magical
than she already was in his eyes.
'If only we really could run away.’ she’d murmured, and
she’d looked so desperate to escape that he had been about to pull
out his phone and book first class tickets to any country she wanted
right at that second, just so that she wouldn’t look so sad, so that
he could see her perfect smile again, and the way her eyes glistened
in amazement whenever she talked about something she was excited
He could picture it like she was stood in front of him
right there and then on the empty rooftop of his apartment complex,
the precise second when she’d seen the cameras, the way the
light…the hope…the dream had gone out of her eyes.
He has to close his eyes against the pain that threatens
to tear his heart open, the same pain that had been constantly
battering around inside his chest since she’d ran away from him. He
doubts anyone heard the vodka bottle as he throws it across the rooftop, the way it smashes against the floor, shards of glass exploding
everywhere, although none get close enough to him that they can
attempt to rival the pain in his chest.
His eyes burn with tears that he’d been holding in all
day, just like they did everyday. The rage in his head tells him to rip
the street lamp down, tear the stars from the sky that were mocking
him in their attempt to mimic the light that used to be in her eyes.
But his weary bones don’t let him move, the weight on his chest that
had him wheezing for breath almost every second of the day fixing him
in place and forcing him to suffer through the memory; forcing him to
remember the sound of her quiet gasp, the way her eyes had flickered
to his to show him the sheer terror of realising everything was about
to get ripped away, forcing him to remember the way she’d ripped his
hand from her cheek in fear, and forcing him to remember the
desperate whisper of ’im sorry’ that she’d let out before she’d ran,
moving so fast that he didn’t have chance to register what had
happened until she’d vanished into the crowd of people inside and
he’d turned to see the people stood on the street below with cameras
in their hands.
It was remembering the way those two words had left her
lips that has the sobs finally ripping their way from his throat,
forcing him to scream into the night, to cry out for someone to help
him, to make it stop hurting, to make him forget…forget the way
she’d made him feel, the way she’d looked at him, the way she’d loved
…to make him forget the way she’d ran away…
He throws himself forward, clawing at the ground to stop
himself from trying to claw his heart out of his chest. His tears
paint the dusty cement and his sobs sing to the silence around him,
the only thing that could possibly stop the pain being hidden away in
a different country.
…That was the only solace in the hell that he was being
The drink could remind him of how happy she’d been
after drinking the champagne that night, and he could attempt to find
a way to feel the way she had before she’d ran…
But for him… the only upside was that
she’d finally found her escape.
Even though he was never able to run away with
her…she’d found a way by herself.
And as he lay on the cold rooftop with the sky spreading
out above him and the starlight shining down and ghosting over his
skin in a cruel mimic of her fingertips… that’s the only thought that
dulls the pain.
Requested by Anonymous:
Forceful first kiss and confession for Jiminie please! Thank you~
‘’Come on! It’s not like we have something better to do!’’ you could hear Hobi’s shouts even though you still didn’t even enter the dorm. It seems it’s already pretty lively inside, you thought before pressing the doorbell.
Jin was the one who opened the door and gave you a quick hug before motioning you to come in and shouting to let everyone know you’re here. You followed him to the living room and barely managed not to step on Yoongi, who was sleeping peacefully on the floor for some reason.
‘’Since when do you use floor for sleeping?’’ you asked loudly, trying to wake him up. The only response you received was a loud sigh. ‘’I almost stepped right on your face, you know?’’
‘’Well you would be dead if that happened.’’ he finally answered, still not opening his eyes.
‘’Just leave him.’’ you heard Jimin’s voice and turned around to give him a hug. ‘’We were watching a movie before you came. It seems hyung didn’t find it interesting.’’
You waved to the other boys and giggled when you saw Jungkook blushing. You knew them for a while now and you visiting them at their dorm like this was nothing new. But that boy still becomes a blushing mess whenever you ask him something.
At first you thought he has a crush on you, but after a while you figured out it’s just how he acts around girls. And since you found it to be extremely cute and completely different from his stage personality you couldn’t help it but to tease him sometimes.
With a grin on your face you ignored all the free spots and went to sit right next to him. ‘’Hey, Kookie? How are you doing?’’ Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Jimin glaring at you two. What’s with him? He was the one closest to you from all the boys, but he was also starting to act distant lately. And you had to admit it bothered you.
‘’I’m good.’’ Jungkook’s answer was short. You would usually keep staring at him until he says something else, but after seeing the look on Jimin’s face earlier you were too distracted to pay attention to the maknae.
Did you do something wrong? He still talked to you normally but at times like this when you catch him staring…you just didn’t know what to think. You asked him about it before but he just shrugged it off, so you decide to let him go that time thinking he was probably just tired.
But why is he looking like that now?
Just when you got up from your place next to Jungkook and started heading towards him Hoseok shouted again. ‘’So are we going to play it or not?’
‘’I say yes!’’ Taehyung appeared out of nowhere and grabbed your hand, dragging you to the middle of the living room.
‘’Play what?’’ you asked, completely confused while trying to escape Taehyung’s bear hug. You peeked over his shoulder to see if Jimin was still looking. He was…
‘’Truth or date, unfortunately.’’ Yoongi finally woke up and just moved to another place on the floor. Others followed his example and sat down, Jimin and Jungkook both sitting beside you.
It looked like Hobi and Taehyung were the only ones really hyped up. ‘’So, who’s going to start first?’’ Namjoon asked .
You ended up playing the game for maybe half an hour and now even Tae and Hobi looked like they’re getting bored. They already knew a lot about each other and they did a bunch of embarrassing stuff on variety shows so it was kind of hard to keep the game interesting when no one had problems with doing what they were told.
But it didn’t take them long to realize that they can just focus on you. And when you noticed Namjoon looking at you with a wide grin you knew he’s up to something.
‘’So it’s my turn.’’ he chuckled. ‘’Hm, Jungkookie…how about giving (Y/N) a kiss?’’
‘’What?’’ you jumped at the sound of Jimin’s voice and you realized you weren’t the only one who was looking a him with a shocked expression.
‘’Come on. It’s just a game.’’ Namjoon was the first one to speak. He, and other guys too, probably came to a conclusion that he was just shocked that someone suggested that when you were the only girl in the room. ‘’Jungkook, why are you not moving?’’
You turned to look at Jungkook who slowly moved a bit closer to you but before he could even do anything else you heard Jimin’s voice again. ‘’Ok, no way!’’ Suddenly your hand was in his and he was already dragging you away from the circle of boys and towards one of the bedrooms.
When you two were in he slammed the door shut. ‘’Jimin? What’s with…’’ You didn’t have time to finish your sentence because he silenced you with a kiss. The sensations of his lips on yours made you completely unable to think about anything else. So you just stand there letting him kiss you.
But when you felt his tongue licking your bottom lip you finally realized what’s happening and tried to push him away. ‘’What are you doing?’’ You managed to ask.
‘’How do you mean what I’m doing?’’ he actually looked confused. ‘’Kissing you, of course.’’
You rolled your eyes at his answer and he leaned in for another kiss. ‘’Woah, stop.’’
‘’Because I don’t understand a thing. Do you like me, Jimin? Is that why you reacted that way when Kookie was about to kiss me?’’
‘’I thought you already knew.’’ Why is he looking so damn confused when he’s the one who started this? ‘’I thought you knew and you were trying to make me jealous by always sitting beside Jungkook and flirting with him like that.’’
‘’I wasn’t flirting with him.’’ you shouted. ‘’I just thought he was cute, always blushing like that when I talk to him.’’
He frowned. ‘’ What about me?’’
‘’What about you?’’
‘’Am I cute?’’
You couldn’t help it. He was standing there, waiting anxiously for your answer like it’s the most important thing in the world. ‘’You’re the cutest, Jimin.’’ you giggled.
‘’And the hottest?’’
‘’That too.’’ This time you were the one to initiate the kiss. And this time his lips moved against yours gently. So gently that you felt your your legs going weak.
Suddenly he broke the kiss and pulled away to look at you. ‘’No more truth or dare games. Understand?’’ There was a short pause. ‘’Ok, maybe when two of us are alone.’’
And you just had to wonder how can he say something like that while showing you that adorable eye smile of his…and how can you not fall in love with that?
I’m not exactly satisfied with this, but oh well. I will maybe write a different ending later when I have time!
Makes those amazingly intricate replicas, and spends hours painstakingly creating the giant masterpieces down to the finest detail.
Prefers the actual playing to the building, and will have hastily constructed arenas but he'll create such an interesting storyline that it doesn't matter. His favourite game is using Lego to act out the Hunger Games.
Prefers building to playing. He follows the set's instructions meticulously, it somehow matters to put the stickers on exactly straight, and hates it when anyone (Denmark) messes up his sets. Once he's done a set he'll get bored and just leave it as-is.
Somehow, he has 1,000 of the same figure (it's Dumbledore) and hides the figures everywhere throughout their house, so you'll be looking for cereal only to find 5 Dumbledores staring right at you. He loves building without instructions but has trouble thinking of what to build.
He has a GIANT collection of Lego. You need to be careful walking anywhere barefoot, because you will inevitably step on some. He loves playing with it and always mixes up the sets and characters. You'll see a Harry Potter head with Bellatrix hair and a rebel alliance pilot's torso. Half his figurines are missing hands but he doesn't care. His buildings are beautiful even with the mismatched bricks everywhere, and he'll play with you for hours on end.
Doesn't really get Lego, so he just follows the instructions. He accidentally drops his buildings when trying to move them to a safe place. He'll mostly do half builds and then he gets bored and goes to do something else.
Request:oo can you write a smut about Percy? you’re in your 5th year (gryffindor) and you both still keep in touch after he left the weasley home and all, so he asks you to come over for Christmas and you lose your virginty to him.
Okay I tweaked it a bit only because the age of consent in the UK is 16, and Percy is out of school already when he leaves home, so I didn’t want him to come off as a creeper! Hope that’s okay anon! :)
Your heart broke when you read the letter your boyfriend Percy sent you. He told you he had a fight with his dad, and left home. He sounded so sad.
You and Percy started dating last year, when you were in your fifth year, and he was in his seventh. He caught you sneaking around at night during one of his patrols, and instead of turning you in, he let you off the hook.
Ever since then, you two had been inseparable. If you weren’t physically together, you were writing each other letters.
After reading his note, you looked up at Fred and George, Percy’s brothers. They looked angry. No wonder. Fred sneered at you.
Clearly, the whole family was upset with Percy. Poor guy. He was such a good man, and such a good boyfriend. He didn’t deserve to be treated like that, and neither did you.
You sneered right back at Fred. You and the twins were pretty good friends, but it got a little awkward after you and Percy started dating. Now, it was going to become a lot more awkward.
You wrote a letter back to Percy, congratulating him on his new position and telling him how much you loved and supported him.
You sent Hermes off to deliver the letter and sank into your chair.
A few days later, Hermes returned with a reply. You scanned it quickly, delighted to see an invitation to spend Christmas with Percy in his new flat.
You scribbled your RSVP and set to work deciding on a gift for Percy.
The last day of term was finally over, and you were on the Hogwarts Express travelling to London.
You disembarked from the train and saw a flash of red hair in the crowd.
“Perce!” You practically screamed. It had been months since you’d last seen him.
You took off running and jumped into his waiting arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and hugged him tight. He spun you around once, before carefully putting you down.
“(Y/N), where’s your trunk?”
You giggled as you remembered dropping it as soon as you saw him.
Once your luggage was retrieved, you set off for his new flat.
It was a little small, but he had a beautifully decorated Christmas tree in the corner.
You blushed when you saw Percy take your trunk into his bedroom. You hadn’t even thought of the two of you sharing a bed. Of course, you had stayed with the Weasleys before, but Molly had put you up with Ginny.
You glanced at his bookshelf and saw two framed photographs. You got up to get a better look. The first picture was of you two, laying in the grass and holding hands. The second was a family photo of the Weasleys. They were all together, smiling and laughing.
Percy’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind.
“You look beautiful in that picture (Y/N).” He kissed the crook of your neck. A tingle coursed through your body; you wanted more. “Remember that day? We went on a hike with my brothers, and they caught us sneaking off to be alone.”
You nodded and turned to face him. “We’re going to be alone for the next two weeks, huh?”
“Yes we are.” He answered.
“That’s… interesting.” You tried out your best come hither look. “I wonder what you and I,” You touched his chest, “could do if we were all alone.”
“Well, we could play Wizards’ Chess, I’ve got a really nice set here. Or maybe we could go on a romantic stroll.” His eyes widened suddenly. “Wait, (Y/N), do you mean what I think you mean?”
You nodded slowly, biting your lip. “Percy, I’m in love with you. This is our first Christmas alone together. I’m ready.”
“I love you too, (Y/N). But I know it’ll be your first time. Are you sure you’re ready to take our relationship to the next level?”
You kissed him gently, and ran your fingers through his curly ginger hair.
“Yes I’m ready.” You whispered.
He lifted you up and carried you into his bedroom, placing you on the bed.
He sat next to you and licked your bottom lip. You opened and felt his tongue massaging yours. You kissed him back, but before you could get to into it, he pulled away.
“(Y/N), seriously, if you want me to stop, at any time, just say so.” His eyes darkened at your lack of response, and he slowly pulled your t-shirt off.
You mirrored his actions, pulling off his sweater and then undoing his belt buckle.
He stopped you. “Slowly, (Y/N). No need to rush.”
His lips migrated to your neck, softly suckling while his hands were fondling your breasts, under your bra. You reached your hands behind your back and unclasped it, letting it fall to the ground.
He moved farther down, kissing around each of your breasts before lightly taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. You trembled. This was as far as you’ve ever gone with Percy, and this was just the beginning.
He laid you down and propped himself up above you on his forearms, lips never leaving your nipple. His hands slid to your jeans and undid the button.
Percy sat up and slowly pulled off your pants before taking his off as well. You could see a slight bulge in his boxers.
He laid down on you again, both of you in only underwear. As you were making out, you could feel him grow harder against your thigh.
Your arms were around his neck, helping you to deepen the kiss.
Percy reached down, and ran his fingers across your waistline before dipping his finger below your underwear. He slid his hand down, feeling how wet you were.
Slowly, he pushed a finger into you. You gasped.
Percy withdrew and started apologizing, but you grabbed his hand and put it back.
“Percy, it feels good.”
He relaxed and began moving his finger in and out of you. You loved it. It felt so good.
Percy added another finger, and moved just a little bit faster. His head followed his fingers, and he licked you.
You jolted up. You had never felt anything like that before. He did it again, but you were ready this time.
“Mmm Percy. Baby, that feels so good.” You were practically melting.
“Percy, come up here. I want to feel you in me.”
Percy obeyed and hovered over you, lining himself up with your entrance.
He stooped down to kiss you passionately.
“I love you so much, (Y/N).”
“I love you too”
Percy pushed forward quickly, and you felt yourself being stretched.
“Ow! Perce. Go slowly please.”
“’Sorry” He wiped his forehead, and pulled out, before entering you again, at a much more favorable speed.
“Oh that feels good.” You moaned.
Percy finally bottomed out, and you held him there.
“Jesus, (Y/N). You’re so tight. Are you doing okay?”
“Just let me get used to it.” You felt absolutely stuffed. You closed your eyes and wiggled a little bit, enjoying the feeling of Percy inside of you. You clenched around him, and heard Percy groan. He bent over to kiss you.
“Okay Perce, I’m ready for more.”
He slowly pulled out before thrusting back into you. It hurt a little.
He did it again, carefully watching your face, searching for any signs of distress. It felt better that time.
“Percy. For the love of god, keep going!” You said breathlessly.
Percy lurched forward and started rolling his hips against yours. You wrapped your legs around him, encouraging him. Your arms were tangled in his hair, and your head was thrown back.
Percy’s legs jerked, and he stopped moving. He laid down next to you, out of breath and a little sweaty.
You rolled onto your side, facing him, to give him a sweet kiss.
“Perce, that was amazing.”
He put his arm around you and pulled you closer, kissing your forehead.
i have more of this written, but i don’t know if u guys would want to read?? there would b edits done and words added to the paragraphs since this is just a draft but just for tests:
His eyes studied her every move as her loud crystal heels stepped down onto the glossy marble floor of the foyer. Her hair was left out, the waves placed to fall behind her shoulders and cascade down her back. The gold tiara, complete with silver rhinestones was placed on the crown of her head, mint in correlation to the white of her dress.
“Absolutely stunning, Princess Y/N,” Marsha says with a curtsy, the binder holding the schedules, numbers, and stocks of both the Queen and Princess placed in her thin arms. “And Happy Birthday.”
Y/N smiles at the accountant, a hand placed on hers as a sincere Thank You, and Harry has to look away to contain his smile of appreciation towards the kind princess before regaining himself and bringing his eyes back up to resume his job.
As part of the head security in the castle, it was Harry’s duty to watch over the princess and keep her safe– away from any trouble. Despite the fact that his eyes were consistently on her, she’s only ever looked at him a handful of times, the few occurrences only lasting for less than a second.
Her feet carried her over to the castle’s large door, her movements so fluid, so effortless. As per usual, she undoubtedly looked absolutely stunning; in Harry’s eyes, she seemed to grow considerably more alluring each given day. Not that Harry could do anything about his infatuation with the royal– a small crush, he called it. Strictly against the code of conduct. Any further relationship with the Princess passed the established one they had now– he could lose his job. He would lose his job.
She removed her hand from my grip and walked away swinging her hips from one side to the other, god damn that girl. I saw her disappear into the woods as I stood frozen in place. What had she done to me, she had all the power over me and I did nothing to stop that. I am the fucking king of Neverland why was I weak and quiet in front of her! A human girl!
I stared into the distance still feeling the need for her, I wanted her, to make her mine, to have her do what she wanted to do with me. I was used to being in control but with her I wanted to be owned. Being powerless while being the strongest was in some way a turn on but my pride stood in the way.
I needed to be dominant.
Pan stayed inside his treehouse while taking care of his little ‘problem’ she left him. Oh how she loved it, the mighty Pan crawling under her begging for her, needing her. The thought of him withering beneath her made a smirk cross her face and made her feel warm and fuzzy inside.
She was on Neverland for the second day and didn’t have a shower since she left the mainland four days ago. She needed a bath and a bit of private time.
I still remembered where the waterfall was ,with the cave behind it, where Pan used to take me to play in the water when summer had come in Neverland. The lake still looked the same though plants had covered it up more, making it unseeable for everyone who walked passed it. It must have been years since someone had visited the lagoon.
My feet touched the water feeling the warmth of the spring spread across my body. I pulled my feet back as I started to undress. I placed my clothes on a nearby rock and jumped in the water feeling the warmth surround me. I came back to the surface as I swam to the waterfall to feel the nice stream wash trough my hair.
A small song started to fall from my lips as I knew exactly who was watching me from behind the bushes.
“Been a long time Felix.” I said without looking at the older lost boy who moved in shock making some leaves rustle. “Did you really think I would not notice you.” I spoke as I glanced from the corners of my eyes towards him. The boy stiffened as he appeared to be lost for words.
I moved out of the water towards my clothes as he followed me with his eyes that lingered on my body. “Don’t remember me?” I spoke as I changed into my underwear and then clothes. He said nothing and just kept staring.
I moved passed him as he followed me with his eyes. “Sorry but I’m only Pan’s.” I said leaving the boy behind me.
With my hair still dripping wet from my bath earlier I made my way back to the treehouse. I heard groans coming from inside knowing exactly what Pan was doing. With a smirk plastered on my face I stepped inside the house.
“Couldn’t wait now couldn’t we?” I spoke as Pan’s head shot up stopping immediately with what he was doing. “(Y-y/n)!” He stuttered in surprise. I move closer towards him. “What were you doing?” I asked innocently as he tried to find the right words. “I-I” it was so cute when he did not know what to say. I stood in front of him kneeling down so our eyes were on the same level. He stared straight into my eyes and rested his gaze between my lips and eyes. My hand travelled down his chest seeing him shiver under my touch. My hand rested above his, to be honest, big ‘friend’ that lived down under, and an impatient growl was heard.
“What do you want?” I whispered into his ear.
“I need you.”
“To do what?” I knew he did not like my words.
“I want to… you.”
“What I couldn’t hear you” i said teasing as I saw the discomfort in his eyes.
“I want to fuck you.” He spoke as he stared at me with his pleading green eyes.
“Shall I give you what you want?”
“Then be prepared darling, because you won’t be able to walk tomorrow…”