❛ What are you doing? ❜
❛ Where are you going? ❜
❛ Where are you taking me? ❜
❛ How is that working out for you? ❜
❛ Is everything okay? ❜
❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜
❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜
❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜
❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜
❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜
❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜
❛ What else can I do? ❜
❛ What do you think I should do? ❜
❛ What makes you think that? ❜
❛ Who told you that? ❜
❛ Who are you? ❜
❛ Why are you here? ❜
❛ Who invited you? ❜
❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜
❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜
❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜
❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜
❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜
❛ What don’t you understand? ❜
❛ Are you joking? ❜
❛ Did I miss anything? ❜
❛ You don’t remember? ❜
❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜
❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜
❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜
❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜
❛ Are you coming or not? ❜
❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜
❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜
❛ Who did this to you? ❜
❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜
❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜
❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜
❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜
❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜
❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜
❛ Where do we go from here? ❜
❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜
❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜
❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜
❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜
❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜
❛ Are we done now? ❜
❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜
❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜
❛ How can possibly think that? ❜
❛ Did you even miss me? ❜
❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜
❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜
❛ Did you kill them? ❜
❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜
❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜
❛ Are you having doubts? ❜
❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜
❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜
❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜
❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜
❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜
❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜
❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜
❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜
❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜
❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜
❛ Are you drunk? ❜
❛ Are you lost? ❜
❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜
❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜
❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜
❛ What are you staring at? ❜
❛ What are you doing out here? ❜
❛ Why did you call the police? ❜
❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜
❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜
❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜
❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜
❛ What did you find out? ❜
❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜
❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜
❛ Are you crying? ❜
❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜
❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜
❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜
❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜
❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜
❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜
❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜
❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜
❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜
❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜
❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜
❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜
❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜
❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜
❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜
❛ Why are you telling me this?
❛ Are you ready? ❜
❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜
❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜
❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜
❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜
❛ Do you trust me? ❜
❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜
❛ When will it ever stop? ❜
❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜
❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜
❛ You called for back up? ❜
❛ What did I just witness? ❜
❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜
❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜
❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜
❛ Is there something wrong? ❜
❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜
❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜
❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜
❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜
❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜
❛ You went to a party without me? ❜
❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜
❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜
❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜
❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜
❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜
❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜
time to forget about your ex, and a close friend might do the trick.
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○ Genre: Smut
shouldn’t avoid every party just because he’s gonna be there,” Namjoon
rationalized as you sat up from his bed, making room for Jungkook to sit beside
you. You crossed your arms over your chest as your eyes darted between them,
both of their faces set in agreement.
not the only reason I haven’t gone,” you defended, not wanting to look like the
hurt ex-girlfriend that couldn’t bear to go out just to avoid seeing her ex.
There were totally other reasons you didn’t go….a bunch of them.
really? Name another,” Jungkook challenged.
narrowed your eyes as you looked away, not having thought too far ahead.
Okay, so yes, maybe the
only reason you hadn’t been going was to avoid Jimin, but so what? At least you
didn’t torture yourself by going or put yourself into an uncomfortable
situation. He had moved on much quicker than you had—and by quicker you mean he
had a new girlfriend the day after and you still hadn’t been with anyone else
more than two months later.
have you been having a bit of secret fun with Taehyung? Is that what’s been
keeping you busy?” Jungkook teased with a raised brow, nudging your shoulder.
You were broken. Completely broken. The man you thought was one of your best friends despised you. The man you thought–no you knew– you loved had no trust in you.
If he didn’t believe you, there was no way the other boys would either you thought to yourself through the tears. But no other thoughts came to you. You felt empty, useless, and broken. You walked and turned off all the lights and sat on the floor in the darkness, letting the room fill with the sound of your sobs.
Two days went by none of the boys had tried to get in contact with you. Tae probably told them. They probably hate me too. I’ve lost them all. But little did you know, they were simply waiting for you to reach out to them and talk first. They wanted to give you your space, and Taehyung still hadn’t told them the truth. I have to leave this place. There’s no point staying here anymore.
It was true, you really didn’t have any reason to stay back. A little after the boys moved in, you had found a new job, but the commute was kind of far. But somehow they had managed to convince you to stay. Because they were worth it.
You immediately pulled out all your suitcases and boxes and started packing. You even called your landlord asking about the process of moving out. If you were to get past this, you had to move on. Move on from the boys, and move away quite literally.
Taehyung still couldn’t get the image of you crying out of his head, even after two days. He never liked seeing you upset before, and knowing that you were crying because of him tugged at his heartstrings, but he kept telling himself that you deserved it.
He moped around the dorm when there wasn’t a schedule and tried to give everyone his best smile when the cameras were around. He still hadn’t decided how to tell the other boys and he knew that they were giving him the space he needed.
Today, he had to go to the recording studio to start recording for a new album. He honestly didn’t know if he had it in him to record with how has been feeling recently, but he didn’t have much of a choice.
Once he made it to BigHit, the boys all gathered in the recording studio and sat there in an awkward silence. Taehyung didn’t mind though as his mind was wandering back to you. He didn’t even realize that Namjoon wasn’t in the room.
“Aish how much longer do we have to wait” asked Yoongi. “I want to start soon!” he said in frustration. Only then did Tae look around and notice Namjoon missing.
“Where is hyung?” asks Jungkook.
“He said he had something to ask manager hyung.” said Jimin. “But it’s been a while, though.”
“I’ll go get him” Taehyung offers. He leaves the room in search for Namjoon and the manager. He looks for them door by door and in their usual spots, but he was having a hard time finding them.
Taehyung was starting to get frustrated when he wasn’t able to find them as quickly as he was expecting. Eventually, though, he struck gold when he could hear Namjoon’s voice coming from one of the rooms down a random hallway.
“Hyung, Taehyung’s been acting kind of weird lately and I think we should give him some time off to sort things out.” Namjoon said. Taehyung stood outside the door that was slightly ajar. He didn’t know what made him want to stop and listen in on their conversation, but he did,
“What why? I noticed he was a little strange, but he seemed fine on TV. Does he really need time off?” the manager asked.
“He has some…personal stuff going on.” Namjoon said.
“Whats so personal that I don’t even know about it?” asked the manager.
“Well… he’s in the middle of a rough time with Y/N…our neighbor. You’ve seen her over at our place before” Namjoon offered.
Taehyung could feel his heart tighten at the mention of your name.
“Oh her. Is she honestly still hanging around you guys?” asked the manager. Taehyung furrowed his eyes in confusion.
“What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t she?” asked Namjoon.
“Aish this bitch. Why do you guys always have her around? What if the press got a hold of that huh? Do you not realize the risks?” asked the manager slightly more loudly. Taehyung’s face turned red once he heard his manager calling you a bitch, but he knew that he was the one who had stopped the article from being published so he just continued to listen silently on the conversation.
“Hyung she’s just a friend. I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of it.” Namjoon stated.
“Big deal? I saw the way Taehyung looked at her ok. And the way she looked at him. It was obvious that if I didn’t do anything, they would have started dating. He would have had to go behind the company’s back. The press would have found out. It would have been just one giant mess Joon. You as the leader should know that and stopped it.” The manager said.
Taehyung was even more confused. What did he mean when he said “if I didn’t do anything” ?
“Hyung..what have you done” asked Namjoon, catching on.
“Look, don’t tell Taehyung this because I don’t want him running back to that stupid girl. And you should know that it’s best if she stays out of his life. But anyways, I approached Tae with a fake article before all the awards show started a few months ago. I told him that that girl had given a reporter all this private and personal information about Taehyung and that she had received a payment for it. Clearly, it worked if they’re fighting over it. It’s just a matter of time now” the manager said cooly.
Taehyung’s heart sank. What have I done?
“Hyung what the hell. She’s been nothing but a kind friend to us. How could you do that to T-” Namjoon started when the door flung open. Both the manager and Namjoon turned to the door, wide-eyed from the shock.
“T-Taehyung. How long have you been there?” asked the manager, shocked.
“Hyung..w-why would you d-do that? I trusted y-you. I trusted the wrong person! Do you know what I’ve just done because of you?” Taehyung yelled with tears in his eyes.
“T-taehyung-ah, it was for your best. Please try to see where I’m coming from” the manager said.
“I can’t believe you hyung.” Tae said as he walked away.
What have I done? What I have done to Y/N?
A/N.…AND that concludes part 8~ Do y’all want a part 9? What do you think is going to happen? Inbox or dm me what you think! Also, the italics are meant to be their thoughts.
There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.
This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.
“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.
“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.
“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.
“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.
“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.
Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”
“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.
Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.
“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.
“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.
“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.
“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.
“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”
She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.
“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”
“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.
“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.
“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.
“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.
His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.
“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”
“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.
“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”
“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.
“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”
“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.
*** Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.
After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.
“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.
“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”
“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.
“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.
“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.
“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.
“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”
The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.
She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.
“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.
“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.
*** Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.
“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.
“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.
“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.
*** There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.
There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.
“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.
He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.
“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.
“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.
“Stay,” she says softly.
“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.
She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.
“Stay,” she repeats.
“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.
“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”
He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.
“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”
She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.
“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.
“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.
“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”
“Don’t get my hopes up.”
“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.
“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.
“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.
“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.
There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.
Dan brags that his blowjobs could turn any guy gay. Unfortunately for him, his friends put this to the test and lock him in a closet…
“My blowjobs are so good, they’d probably turn a straight guy gay!”
That was the comment I had made during gym. It was also the reason I was currently locked in a locker room closet with Phil Lester. Who was, by the way, the school’s straightest heartthrob, and my least favourite classmate. I really needed better friends.
“So you’re telling me that Chris and your other groupies pushed me into this closet so that you could blow me?!”
I winced at Phil’s shrill screech. “If you could not shriek at me, that’d be great. I happen to like my hearing.” I mumbled from my place on the closet floor. “Look, they aren’t going to let us out until we do it, so can we just get it over with so that I can rush home and wash out my mouth?”
He flattened himself to the wall, wide-eyed. “No!”
“What other ideas do you have to get out of here, then?”
“I…” He stopped, a perplexed look overtaking his frantic one. “Are they really not going to unlock the door? Even if we wait?”
“Last month I claimed that I could eat anything. They trapped me inside of my bathroom with a platter of raw worms and crickets, everything completely drenched in hot sauce. I waited for three hours, but they didn’t let me out until I’d licked the plate clean.”
He tried to recoil further, but he was already up against the wall. “You’re not making me want your mouth all over me, Howell. That’s disgusting!”
“You’re telling me!” I groaned, getting pretty tired of fighting. “Just let me take control, and it’ll be over before you know it.”
He clenched his eyes shut, staying silent for several minutes before stepping away from the wall tentatively. “Fine… But you can’t tell everyone about this.” He muttered, watching me warily.
“Noted.” I sighed, closing my eyes and forcing myself into my sexual headspace. Then I reopened them, taking in Phil’s frame. He has nice curves, I decided, licking my lips instinctively as my gaze roamed over his hips. Good legs, too.
I crawled towards him on my hands and knees. He let out a startled squeak as my hands found his hips, pushing them back against the wall. His scent filled my nose, musky and slightly sweaty due to the gym class last period. It was exciting, causing heat to spiral down and in between my legs.
Whining softly, I glided my hands up and down his sides and over his chest, trying to feel every part of him I could reach. Then I pressed my nose to the front of his jeans in search of more of his smell. Phil jumped, gasping harshly when I nuzzled his half-hard length through his clothes.
“Do you want me to do it, or you?” I murmured, playing with the waistband of his jeans. Phil gaped at me, his mouth opening and closing but no sound escaping. Trailing my fingers daintily across his stomach, I leaned against his thigh to look up at him as innocently as I could. “I don’t mind doing it for you.”
“I-I… Um… Sure?” He squeaked. My fingers hooked into his belt loops, pulling them down and searching each bit of newly exposed skin as they slid down his thighs, pooling at his ankles. He kicked them off, glancing my way as if I was going to attack him once he was done. I simply pressed him back against the wall again.
He hissed as his bare legs met the wall, pressing up against my firm grip. “It’s cold!”
“You’ll warm up quickly, don’t you worry,” I chuckled. I focused my gaze on the outline of his semi through his boxers, which clung tightly to his thighs. Below the dark material was a seemingly endless supply of pale, unmarked skin. I decided that a slow buildup would be the best approach.
I pressed open mouthed kisses to the inside of his thighs to test his limits, tasting his skin with my tongue. Phil took a sharp intake of breath, trembling with the strain of keeping himself still. I moved slowly up from his knees to the top of his thighs. Then I took a quick detour to explore his hips, unable to resist digging my teeth into the taut skin there.
“Did you just bite me?” He stared down at me as I traced the blossoming mark with my finger.
“Mmhmm…” I decided that the dark bruises looked nice on his pale skin, so I tugged at the fabric of his boxers. “May I?”
He closed his eyes and nodded, his breathing getting heavier as I removed the last bit of clothing between my mouth and him. Then I moved to decorate the skin with more marks. Each time I bit down, a soft “ha” escaped from his lips.
“H-how am I-ha-going t-to explain these marks tomorrow?” He managed, squirming under my grip. A smirk tugged at my lips as I surveyed my work, pleased that the bruises were scattered both above and below where his gym shorts would be as well as along his v-line.
“Guess you’ll get to tell everyone that you snagged a hot boy…” I snickered quietly as Phil let out an indignant squeak and slapped my arm. “What? I’m hot, admit it!”
“You wish!” He scoffed, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he avoided my eyes. Interesting. I trailed a finger over the various bruises, before rubbing his base teasingly.
“Dan!” He hissed, curling his fingers into fists against the wall as my hand ran up and down his length. I leaned forwards, carefully, and flicked my tongue out to taste the bead of precum gathering at his tip.
Phil keened, bucking his hips forwards suddenly so that my tongue slid along the bottom of his length. As soon as he’d realized what he’d done though, he flushed red and leaned back against the wall.
I just chuckled and used my hands to steady him before wrapping my lips around his tip. I couldn’t help but mewl as the salty flavour spread across my tongue, but it was nothing compared to the loud whimper Phil emitted.
“D-Dan… Stop teasing…” He managed, struggling against where I was holding him from pressing forwards. I pulled off, doing the opposite of what he had asked. Instead, I pressed wet kisses along the side of his length. “Howell!” He spluttered uselessly.
Giggling, I glanced up to his incredibly red face. “Something wrong?” I purred. He just glared down at me, his fingers twitching like he wanted to just grab my head and make me obey him. Heat swirled low in my stomach at the thought.
“You are such a tease.” Phil muttered, and I couldn’t help but notice how much lower and more gravelly his voice had gone. Swallowing roughly, I tried to stay on top of the rushing images in my head.
“I just know how to get you all worked up,” I winked. He spluttered again, beginning to growl something about how annoyingly cocky I was. I cut him off by suddenly lurching forwards and taking him into my mouth.
He swore, loudly, and his hands flew forwards to tangle in my hair. Blunt fingernails scraped my scalp as his fingers curled to grip my brown locks, tugging my mouth forwards. His hips jerked a bit as a moan pushed its way up my throat.
We both paused for breath. Phil panted heavily above me, while I forced myself to breathe through my nose. When I finally glanced up to his face, I couldn’t help the choked whine that escaped.
His head had fallen to the side, bright crimson cheeks underlining his darkened blue eyes as they locked with mine. I was slightly aware of my hands falling from his hips. He must have suddenly realized that I was breathing quite heavily through my nose, because he tugged my hair until I moved my mouth off of him.
I gasped for breath, aware that Phil hadn’t let go of his grip on my curls. If anything, he seemed to have tightened it, as if he was afraid I’d run away.
“J-Jesus, Phil…” I managed, lust and want rushing through my veins. He seemed to decide that I wasn’t mad at him, removing his hands to unbutton his shirt. I watched him quizzically.
“Hot in here,” He stated gruffly, pushing the material off of his shoulders and cautiously pushing his fingers back through my curls. “Is this okay?”
“Mmh…” I mumbled, leaning up into the touch. My jeans felt tight and uncomfortable, and now that he mentioned it, hot and sweaty. “I wanna strip too.”
“Are you asking for permission?”
“Yeah, can I?” He nodded, releasing my hair again so that I could shuffle away a few steps. I made quick work of my shirt, fumbling a bit with my belt before finally kicking off my jeans, leaving my underwear on.
Instantly I scrambled forwards to take him into my mouth again, moaning when he bumped the back of my throat. I was vaguely aware of Phil murmuring praise, each quiet word shooting down my spine to join the jumble of arousal filling my lower body. He slid in and out of my mouth slowly as I relaxed my jaw.
“So pretty like this,” He murmured, tugging my hair to guide me forwards again. I took advantage of his newly exposed skin, using my hands to explore his chest and sides as he controlled the movement of my head.
“Wanna touch myself…” I whined, increasingly aware of the pressure on my length. Phil tutted, glancing down at where I was shifting against the hard tile floor. Immediately I stopped and blushed.
“No, want to see you come untouched like the slut you are.”
My hips jerked at the unexpected command, but I managed to pull myself together with a strangled sounding whine. Phil hummed approvingly. Pulling my hair back, I felt him push in deeper at the new angle, until I was deepthroating his length with my nose pressed against his base. The same musky smell from before filled my nose, and I moaned appreciatively as he pulled back out and repeated the motion.
“Gonna come just from me using your mouth, yeah? Only I get to use you like this?” His voice was a low growl, possessively commanding my thoughts.
“Yes! Please… Use me, I’m… your… toy!” I begged in between thrusts, climbing towards my climax much faster now that he was saying such things like that. Phil huffed out a laugh, clearly amused by how effectively he’d managed to take control.
“Good boy,” He murmured gently, holding my head still as his tip repeatedly hit the back of my throat. It was weird, the way he effortlessly switched from commands and degradation to soft praising whispers, but it seemed that my body reacted strongly to pretty much any talk during such intimate moments.
His heavy breathing brought my eyes back to his face. “I-I’m-” He gasped suddenly, breaking off his sentence and pulling me harshly forwards as he fell over the edge. Hot liquid streaked over my tongue and down my throat, Phil’s breathless moans and praise filling my ears.
Then I was coming suddenly, pleasure spiking in my body as my orgasm racked through me. Mine was much quieter than his, considering that I had a slowly softening length filling my mouth, the last bit of his come disappearing down my throat as I swallowed around my noises.
He pushed my lips off of him wearily as he came down from his high, slumping against the wall and sliding down to sit in front of me. I squirmed in my soiled underwear, not quite sure whether to go to him or not. Thankfully, Phil decided for me by motioning me forwards and allowing me to collapse against his chest.
“Did you actually come from that?” He murmured, pressing his heated palm to my sensitive scalp. I pressed up into the touch.
“Mmh.. maybe…” My voice was raspy, almost hoarse. I blushed as he chuckled. He stayed quiet for a few more minutes, brushing his fingers delicately over my abused curls. Then he turned to look at me with a gentle smile.
“Please,” I mumbled, a bit embarrassed. He stood and went to the back of the closet, rummaging through a bin of towels while I took the chance to admire his body from behind. Turning, he offered me one to wrap around my waist to conceal the dark patch on my front. Once we were both covered, with his towel hiked a bit higher to cover the bruises, we tried the door. It opened easily. I chose not to think about when Chris had come to unlock it.
Phil ushered me through the locker room, grabbing his bag from a bench nearby and following me to the showers. The spray was warm and inviting, and Phil dropped his towel without much hesitation before stepping in with a content sigh. I followed, kicking off my underwear and throwing my towel to the side.
His eyes roamed over my frame before reaching out and pulling me under the water with him. I collided with his chest, nearly knocking him backwards and causing giggles to bubble up from our throats.
“This is nice,” Phil murmured, reaching for the shampoo and rubbing it into my hair. I hummed, closing my eyes at the blissful feeling of his fingers in my hair.
“Mm..” His breath moved to the side of my neck, tingles erupting where his lips barely brushed the skin. I bit my lip as teeth scraped over the same spot, knowing that he was going to leave a mark. I probably deserved it for marking him up so much. He took a deep breath when he was done. “You smell a bit like strawberries.”
I couldn’t help but snort at that. “I’m pretty sure I smell like sex, actually.” He swatted my arm, and I opened my eyes as he giggled, his tongue between his teeth. A smile tugged at my lips. “You have a nice laugh…”
“You have an amazing mouth.” He retorted, smirking despite the blush creeping up the back of his neck. I couldn’t help but wink.
“Oh, I’m sure my mouth can do more than that.” Phil swatted my arm again, pushing me under the spray and causing shampoo to run in rivulets down my face and neck. “Hey!” I squeaked, clenching my eyes shut to avoid getting it in my eyes. The sweet smelling suds had almost disappeared when I felt his hands slide around my waist, tugging me closer.
I’m not sure who kissed who first, but it was sweet and gentle and not at all heated or sexual. He tasted like peaches. Who gave him the right to taste so good? I cringed internally when I realized what I probably tasted like, but he didn’t seem to mind. He pulled back slowly, seemingly trying to catch his breath but leaning back in to press quick pecks to the corners of my mouth before resting his forehead against mine.
“I think I like boys.”
A soft smile tugged at my lips. “You think so?” He pulled me back for another delicate kiss, breathing a word into the tiny gap between our mouths.
Request:I would like to request an imagine where y/n is Tony’s best friend there very close but Jeff has a crush on y/n so one day in gym class Jeff talks to tony about y/n when y/n talks to Clay cause there good friends too . So tony gives good wording about Jeff then he leaves them alone in a group in gym class they bond and he walks her home spending time in his house and while they were talking somehow they ended up cuddling and he asks her out.
“You look ridiculous in those shorts”
“Shut up Tony, your smaller than me so you have no say so in my gym clothes.”
He puts his hands over his heart and fake cries “Ouch y/n, way to burst a mans ego”
I playfully push him as we walk into the gym. There are a few guys playing basketball and volleyball, girls walking around the gym talking, some girls practicing their cheer routine, and other people just sitting on the bleachers. That’s what me and Tony do until gym class start in 10 minutes.
“You’re still driving me home right?”
“Yeah, cause after I have to take it to the shop and it’s right by you.”
I roll my eyes, “You and that damn mustang” I laugh.
“You can never take a car to serious miss.”
“Yeah whatever auto boy”
“Don’t ever say that again please”
We both laugh and start talking about the game next week. As we are talking, Tony’s friend Jeff comes and sit down next to us.I don’t know much about him, but I know he’s close to Clay and Tony. I know he’s surprisingly not an ass like the other jocks.
“Hey what’s up Tony”. They do their ‘boy’ handshake and then he glances at me and smiles.
“Hey y/n” I looked at him surprised. I didn’t even know he knew me. We aren’t what you call, in the same ‘popularity range’ not that he seemed to care. As I looked at him I never realized how cute he was up close. That sounded kind of creepy.
“Hey Jeff” I smile.
“What are you guys up to?”
“Nothing we were just talking about the game next Friday”
“Oh, well thanks to Clay I can play” he smiles at me. I look away, not wanting him to see me obviously blushing at his look.
As soon as he said that, we heard a thud on the gym floor. We look and see Clay laying on the floor holding his head. Of course, leave it to Clay to get hit with a ball.
“Oh Jensen” I whisper. “I’ll be right back guys, I need to give Clay tips on catching the ball with his hands and not his head.”
As I bounce down the bleachers, I here the guys laughing at my statement. I jog to Clay and help him up.
“I fucking hate gym” he whispers.
“I’m sure gym hates you too” I laugh.
“It’s that obvious huh?”
“Very much so” I laugh.
“What are you guys talking about up there?”
I look back up to the bleachers and see Jeff quickly snap his head back towards Tony as they continue their conversation. He was looking at me. I smile to myself.
“Hello,earth to y/l/n”
“Sorry, just school stuff, come up and sit with us unless you want these balls to keep kicking your ass.”
He rolls his eyes, but starts walking towards the bleacher, knowing I’m right. When we get there Jeff is red and Tony is just staring at me. We all start talking and laughing. Jeff is in the middle of talking to Clay about his sad love life when Tony turns to me.
“Hey y/n um.. I’m not gonna be able to drive you home today.”
“What the hell Tony why? you know I don’t like walking alone”
“Well because, my buddy Jeff is gonna walk you home.”
When he said that, I saw Jeff staring at me, looking somewhat anxious for my reaction. I choose to react coolly although my girly insides were screaming.
“Oh come on y/n/n I honestly think Jeff is pretty good company. You’ll like him.”
I know there was more meaning behind what he said but I didn’t say anything. I look towards Jeff and a still oblivious Clay still rambling about Hannah and smile.
“Okay, yeah why not.”
Me and Jeff walk together in silence side by side while my hands are on my book bag and his in his front pocket. It’s so silent it’s almost laughable. I decide to break the silence, but so did he.
We laugh and he looks down at me.
“Sorry you first.” With his eyes still on me I continue.
“So did Tony really blow me off, or was it his lame excuse to get us to walk together?”
“I’m the guilty one. I wanted to get to know you and wanted us to be alone.”
I look away to hide my goofy smile and pull my hair behind my ear. I start to smell that dampy air and know rain is about to come.
“Well that’s honest of you.”
“Why thank you miss.”
He brings up the dance and ask if I was going with anyone. When I was about to say no, it started pouring down out of nowhere.
“Shit, its coming down hard!”
I use my sweater to cover my hair, but I can already feel myself getting soaked and my house is still about 6 blocks away.
“My house is right around the corner if you want to wait for it to settle down!” he yells over the rain. I think about it and its better than getting even more soaked.
We jog to his house, and I sigh in relieve when we enter the warm house.
“My parents aren’t home if that’s okay.”
“Yeah that’s fine.” I stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He noticed and spoke up.
“Um if you want, we can chill in the living room and watch tv until we dry off so I can continue walking you home.”
“Yeah sure.” I smile. We sit on the couch and Jeff gets a blanket for us to share and to warm up. He turns on Family Guy and we start laughing immediately. I didn’t even realize how close together we became after the second episode. I was leaning into his shoulder with his arm around me and our legs were tangled together on his coffee table. I didn’t know if he realized but I know one thing. I hope we stay like this. I snuggle closer into him and he looks at me.
“I have been wanting to ask you something” he seemed anxious again.
“So ask me.”
“Will you go out with me?”
I don’t even have to think to know my answer.
“Yes” I smile and Jeff breathes out the breath he was holding in and smiles with me.
“Thank god” and he pushes me in closer and smashes his lips on mine.
So I have decided to post all the facts and hints about Connor Murphy’s past that are shown in the musical. It’s hard to make out considering people in the fandom usually focus on the lies Evan tells to figure out Connor’s personality.
To get this conclusion (which I will post in a second) I literally skipped all scenes concerning Evan’s lies and went directly to the Murphy family and what they say. None of these facts/hints involve what Evan said about Connor.
First of all, I’ll say now that I have put my own interpretation on each of these facts.
And so, I will put all FACTS in BOLD. Anything out of bold is my own interpretation and how I see it to be. It’s up to you to agree with me or disagree.
First, I will post my conclusions on each family member, and then afterwards, I will post the reasons for each one.
Zoe was an emotional and verbal abuse
victim.There is no evidence of physical abuse, although there were
threats that could have potentially led to that. She has all the
right to not grieve over Connor, in all honesty, she could have sent
him to the police for what he did, but as an abuse victim, that is
very hard to do. Connor was probably the cause of most of her
insecurities and she hated him for that. The unhealthy habit of
taking out his anger on the nearest person to him probably made him
lash out at his sister whenever he had a panic attack. Judging by how
he really did care enough to keep the creepy letter about his sister,
written by Evan, in his pocket for 3 days before he committed
suicide, it’s safe to say that he really regretted being mean to his
sister and actually cared about her.
Connor’s mom, Cynthia
Connor’s mom was a woman obsessed with
reputation. She’s known as the rich man’s wife, and wants more than
anything to be a regular family. But because her son had mental
illnesses, her perfect image was ruined. She acted as though she was
there for him but when it came down to it, she did nothing. She
pushed for therapy but after a while, her husband took him out of it
because “it wasn’t worth the money,” and she basically went,
“welp, I tried.” I will quote what I say later: Connor’s mom
might not actually be sad that her son is gone, but rather, she’s
ashamed that her family actually doesn’t care. It seems like Connor’s
mom is filled with regret for not being there for her son, and she’s
forcing her family to act like they regretted it too, because that’s
what a real family should have been like. But this is only a personal
Connor’s dad, Larry
Connor’s dad might be one of the main
sources of his depression. It is very obvious to me that Connor’s dad
believed him to be a disappointment.He didn’t grieve for his dead
son and only played along to make his wife happy. He’s annoyed by the
whole situation. It even seemed like he hated the fact that there was
fake remnants of his son in Evan. Almost like he wished Connor wasn’t
friends with Evan so he could just forget all about him and not need
to deal with it. At some point he was a kind father. When they went
to the orchard together for picnics, it seems like they were a happy
family. Connor’s dad had played with their toy plane together and had
some great memories. The whole family practically forgot about this,
though. Connor’s dad didn’t cry at his own dead son’s funeral. I
think that sums it up.
Connor was a complicated person. He had
many different mental illnesses. I could research which ones he
probably had, but there’s probably already a post somewhere on it
already. One thing for sure, is that he was unstable. He might not
have been like that his whole life, but at the time of knowing him,
the time he was briefly alive in the show, he was incredibly
unstable. Everything and anything could set him off, and he probably
hated that about himself as well. Pushing away everyone near him that
could possibly help and hating himself for doing so, spiraling
himself into a closed minded world of self-hate and regret, which is
something that many people can relate to, including me. He did a lot
of horrible things to his sister and to his family. I don’t blame his
family for not actually grieving him, he was a really bad person. The
problem is, he could have been a good person as well. He had all the
potential to get better. He talked to Evan, probably wishing to say
sorry about pushing him earlier in the hall. He was trying, he wanted
to try. He wanted to get better. He just gave up too soon.
This post is very long! I’m sorry. If you’d like to read more, I’m putting the reasons I’ve come to these conclusions under the cut.
Remember, ALL FACTS ARE IN BOLD. Anything else is my personal interpretation.
Word count: 4890 Genre: Smut Warnings: Rough sex, slight domination, slight choking/breath play. Summary: When you’re stuck in an elevator that’s stopped working, what else is there to do to pass the time?
You stood awkwardly in the elevator, stealing glances at the man
beside you, his intimidating features making you look back almost every
seconds. How long does it take to get to the ground floor??? You looked
upwards, still on one of the highest floors, so you would have to stand
here awkwardly a while longer.
The men beside you looked very
handsome, intimidatingly handsome and it appealed to you so much and you
didn’t understand quite why. He had snakebite piercings, and another
piercing at his eyebrow, his hair was slicked backwards and black, his
shoulders broad, he wore a tight black tank top with a leather jacket
and jeans. His expression sported a resting bitch face, but a fucking
hot one. You were completely opposite to him, you wore a blazer with a
fancy top with skinny black jeans and black heels as you were leaving
from a late interview you just had, you gave a slight wave to your hair,
making sure you looked formal enough to please your interviewer.
would have been shocked if he couldn’t tell how much you were staring
at him. You kept to one side of the elevator, while he kept to his. Not
looking each other in the eye to avoid anymore tension in the elevator,
there was already so much that you could cut it with a butter knife.
You watched the floors slowly change. Was the elevator going in slow
motion or something? You sighed as you checked the time on your watch
and then suddenly you flung from the wall as the elevator came to a
sudden stop, the elevator flung you to the floor and you gasped, but two
arms caught you right before impact, the man lifted you back up and
allowed you to regain your balance before removing his arms from your
“Thank you” you said to him, locking eyes with him for the
first time and seeing how beautifully brown they were, you couldn’t
help but stare down when his intense gazed locked on you for too long.
welcome” he said to you, staring up at the elevator, which was no
longer moving. Once he realised it wasn’t about to keep going he started
to get impatient.
“What the fuck” he said, as the lights
flickered every now and then. The elevator was officially stuck, just
fucking great. He attempted to press the emergency button but it gave
him an electric shock back and he cursed in response.
“I guess it’s not working…” you sighed.
“No shit” You stared at him as his anger started to boil and the elevator started to get hotter every second.
“HEY!” he shouted out repeatedly.
“No one is going to hear you”
ignored you, his anger rising as he started to bang on the elevator
doors, punching them with enough strength that you actually saw a small
dent left in the door.
“Hey! Can you calm down!” he ignored you again, ready to punch the door again so you quickly grabbed him arm, pulling him back.
“No! Who knows how fucking long we are going to be stuck in here”
it sucks! but leaving dents in the door isn’t going to help either of
us so stop!” He focused his glare on you, his angry gaze once again
melting you and you had to stare away.
“Whatever” he said in defeat.
You both stood there in silence and frustration as ages past and it felt like forever each second you were stuck in there.
barely anyone in the building its night time do they even know we are
here???” You broke the silence finally, expressing your worries.
He ignored you once again, his ignorance starting to frustrate you and you scoffed.
“We are both stuck here the least you could do is fucking talk” This caught his attention.
“What do you want me to say!?” he asked back, his tone filled with annoyance.
“Anything!” you waved your hands around in frustration, just signalling for him to do anything, “Whats your name!” you asked him, trying to initiate any conversation, hoping he would take part.
“He speaks! I’m y/n”
“We’ll I might have said its nice to meet you but under the circumstances, it’s not.” His blunt honesty kind of made you laugh.
“That’s fair enough, ditto” He smirked back at you, the mostly friendly thing he has done this whole time.
two finally started to make some small talk and he opened up, he asked
about your interview and you asked him questions too, the time passing a
bit quicker, but the elevator was heating up which was making the situation
more unbearable. You stared at the time on your watch and you were shocked.
have been in here for almost 2 hours! It’s almost midnight!” He just
looked at you and shook his head, he didn’t bother trying to reassure
you about getting out or anything like that because he knew it was
useless, you two could be in there all night.
You started to fan your face and you noticed tiny sweat beads on his face across you, glistening on his forehead.
its getting to hot, how you’re still wearing that leather jacket is
beyond me” you said, you took of your blazer, you tight formal top
showing underneath, and he stared at you as you took it off, your chest
glistening with tiny dots of sweat and he couldn’t help but stare as you
chest moved up and down from the rising heat. Watching you just made
him sweat and get even more hotter so in response he decided to take off
his jacket too. You watched him as he did so, his muscles flexing, and
his arms toned and gorgeous as you stared at them, silently thanking for
his choice in a black singlet. But you shook your head and discarded any
inappropriate thoughts away.
The heat was getting to you both,
your cheeks flushing, both of you breathing heavier, trying to keep up
small talk but you were both just concentrated on fanning yourself.
Sweat was glistening down the both of you and you both leaned on the
walls off the elevator.
“Fuck I can’t do this anymore” He said,
leaning his head up and you watched his neck as he swallowed, his adams apple moving up and down as he did so, his
movements flustering you. He put his face back down and stared at you,
catching you stare at him and you quickly turned away but he shot a
smirk at you, such a cocky smirk that it sent a tingle down your back.
You kept your place against the wall but he pushed himself off it it,
moving towards you, his hands in his pockets. You looked up at his eyes,
his pupils dilated so suddenly.
“What are you doing?” you asked him as he moved dangerously close to you.
“I can think of something to pass the time” he said, his deadly smirk making your face flush bright pink.
be silly” you attempted to move away from him but his arms leaned on
the wall, encasing your body and trapping you in the corner of the
“I see the way you have been staring at me, it’s not
exactly subtle” you shied at his words, trying to stare at anything but
his face. His hand came down to your chin, pulling your face upwards to
look at him.
“We are going to be in here a while” was the last
thing he said to you, you gulped as his lips came closer and closer to
yours, but you weren’t moving away, you wanted this, you didn’t know
what it was about him that made you want this so much but the urge was
impossible to resist, so when his lips finally reached yours, you let
him kiss you. You kissed him back immediately, his lips molding into
your own and you felt his shit eating grin in the kiss.
“Knew you couldn’t resist”
shut up” you said, bringing his face back down to yours. You both
melted into each others lips. His tongue pushed into your mouth, and he
dominated over you, licking around and nibbling on your bottom lip
whenever he had to pull away to breathe. The hotness of the elevator
made you two breathe even heavier, your chests rising up and down very
fast as sweat trickled down your foreheads. His hands grabbed at your
sides, pushing you back roughly against the elevator wall as his deep
kisses became rougher, your hands grabbed at his hair and tugged roughly
as your tongues battled together. You moaned into the kiss, the
roughness overwhelming you and arousing you all at the same tie and he
was definitely living up to his intimidating appearance as he pressed
you against the wall with his hips. You were trapped in him and you
loved it. His hands dug into your hips, grabbing roughly at the hem off
you shirt and pulling it above your head and throwing it behind him. You
continued kissing and you grabbed at his shirt, discarding it from his
body. You ogled at him for the shortest moment, taking in his broad
shoulders and toned chest while he unclipped your bra, pulling it off
His lips moved to your neck, biting harshly and
roughly while his hands grabbed onto your breasts, rubbing them roughly
at the same time.
“Fuck Jaebum” you moaned as his teeth dug into
your skin and your nipples hardened against his touch. He bit down
harder in response to hearing his name, groaning against your skin and
you gasped as he left numerous marks and deep bruises all over your neck,
the feeling so painfully pleasurable and you couldn’t describe it. The
rising heat of the elevator just amplified the feeling of the situation
and you could feel your arousal in your panties getting wetter and
wetter by each second as his hands explored your body, squeezing on your
hips, your breasts and tugging you into whatever place he wanted you to
be and you let him have complete control over your body. Your hands
grabbed at his hair tightly as his lips moved to your breasts, sucking
on your breasts and leaving wet spots as he spread out his rough kisses,
your breath hitched in your throat as he bit down onto your breasts,
turning them into a perfect shade of purple and blue as he left bruises
and marks on you.
You moaned and moaned as he returned the
pleasure to the other breast while licking and rubbing at the same time.
Your breasts perked for him and boosted his ego as he hardened his
treatment, rubbing both of your breasts roughly in his hands while
licking in between.
“Fuck they’re so perfect” he said to you and
you moaned at his words, his face came back to yours as he started
kissing you again. He grabbed both of your hands with just one of his,
pinning them above your head and against the wall as he nibbled on your
bottom lip. His other hand came up to your neck, squeezing very lightly
lifting your head up to face him. His lips crashed onto yours as the
grip on your neck didn’t loosen, making it harder for you to breath but
the feeling excited you and you wanted more. Your tongue explored his
mouth as his did the same and you both groaned into the kiss, his grip
on your neck getting the littlest bit tighter, your hands struggled in
his, wanted to touch him and run them through his hair but he didn’t let
you, keeping your hands above you.
His hands finally let go of
your neck and your own hands, moving down your body on to the floor,
looking up at you as he took your shoes off, sliding them behind him, he
moved back up, towering in front of you and staring straight into your
eyes as his hands slid down the zipper of your jeans but not sliding
them down your legs just yet. One of his hands gripped your hips, making
sure you were pushed into the wall while the other slowly slid into
your pants, your head rolled back as he rubbed you tormentingly over
your panties, allowing you to acknowledge just how wet you have become
and you sighed at the feeling.
“Already so wet for me” His hand
on your waist grabbed your chin, lowering your face down to look at him
and you kept your eyes on each other as he rubbed you slowly and deeply
over and over again.
“Keep looking at me y/n, don’t look away, I
want to see your face as I pleasure you…” you did as he told, keeping
your gazes on each other and trying your best not to look away when his
thumb ran rougher over you. You chest breathed heavy, your breasts
bumping into his own toned chest every time you breathed. He moved his
hand into your panties, rubbing his thumb slowly but deeply over your
clit and you hissed at the feeling, cursing under your breath as you
continued to stare at him, yours and his eyes dilated with lust, the
mirrors in the elevator officially steaming up.
As his thumb
rounded your clit his fingers rubbed you up and down, coating your
wetness all over you before sliding two fingers inside of you.
you almost tore you gaze away as he started pumping inside of you,
sticking with a slow pace that roamed around inside you, feeling your
walls from side to side as his fingers moved round and round inside you
and all you wanted to do was roll your head back, but instead, you
settled with gripping his shoulders for dear life.
keep it up” he said to you as you continued to follow his instruction.
As he pushed his fingers in as deep as possible he continued to roam
your insides, fingers slightly curling inside you which made you writhe
in response to him, barely being able to stand still from all the
pleasure. You could feel his ring as he pushed his fingers in and out of
you and it just amplified your pleasure by a million. More and more
curses started to leave your mouth until Jaebum came to a halt, removing
his hand from your clit and you inside, bringing his fingers up to your
lips and you took them in your mouth straight away, sucking and licking
his fingers as you tasted yourself on him, keeping your eyes on him as
you did so, the look you’re giving him making him groan and the bulge in
his pants starting to grow.
You released his fingers from your
mouth with a lewd pop and licked around your lips. You both stared at
each other deeply as he started dragging your pants and panties down you
legs, as they reach the floor you kicked out of them and he pushed them
behind him. You reached for his jeans, undoing the button and zip and
dragging his jeans and boxers down to the floor, discarding them also.
His erection sprang free and you only tore your eyes away for a second
to glance at the impressive length before concentrating your look back
onto him. As you were about to get down onto your knees he stopped you.
yet baby” he said as he kept you trapped against the elevator wall. The
small space in the elevator was heated up and the mirror was officially
steamed out, sweat was running down both of your skin and you couldn’t
help but admire the way it made him glisten. Jaebum dropped onto his
knees, looking up at you as his hand returned to your core, pushing
three fingers now inside you and you almost screamed as he immediately
settled for full speed, the coarse feeling of his ring making your walls
clench around his fingers. As his fingers continued their sins his face
moved to your clit, and his tongue started to lick you, at a complete
opposite speed from his fingers. His tongue slowly lapped at your clit,
little kitten licks that were driving you absolutely insane and you
wanted more but you couldn’t say the words. You kept your stare at him,
trying your very best not to look away, but it was getting harder each
“OhHH ~ Fu-ck!” his licks on your clit started to
get deeper and you felt your legs starting to tremble and shake, I
guess Jaebum felt it too, so he used his spare hand to hold you up. His
fingers curled inside you and he started to nibble and suck on your clit
and you couldn’t stare at him any longer, your head rolled back in
pleasure hitting the elevator wall and you moaned and groaned and
cursed, lewd noises spilling from your mouth and if no one knew you two
were stuck here, they probably know now…
Your hands tugged at
his hair roughly, pushing his face further into you. You rolled your
hips back and forth for more friction but he stopped you immediately,
firmly placing his arm across you to keep you still on the wall when all
you wanted to do was move. He nibbled and sucked at your clit roughly
while his fingers continued their ministrations, curling and pumping in
and out of you. His licks became long and his sucks rougher and the
sounds coming from his tongue and his finger fucking filled up the
elevator. He licked up and down your clit and you screamed in pleasure,
the pleasure knot in your stomach starting to tighten and you couldn’t
hold your orgasm much longer.
“Im– so close- Fuck!” Jaebum
quickened his speed, his muscles tensing and going into overdrive as he
pushed you towards your orgasm, but he decided to change it up, removing
his fingers from you and replacing them with his tongue as his thumb
now roughly traced deep circles around your clit and you mewled in
delight, his tongue licking around your entrance before sliding inside
you, licking around your walls, pushing in and out of you and licking up
and down, the feelings making you see stars, your breath started to get
hitched and you were almost choking from barely being able to take a
deep breath. With a few more clean licks and rubs and tugs at your
clit, your orgasm hit you like no other and you screamed his name over
and over as your back arched off the wall, your body shaking as you
orgasm ripped through your, your eyes clenched shut and your mouth wide
open, not able to release a noise. Jaebum continued his actions as you
rode out you high, and when you finally started to relax against him he
removed his tongue and his fingers from you, licking his lips and his
fingers as he lifted himself off the floor. You opened your eyes and he
was staring down at you, a smirk planted across his face at your messy
As your breath started to become even again he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.
“Ready for round 2 princess?” You didn’t have the strength to reply so you nodded weakly at him. Ready for a fuck you knew you were going to remember.
placed his hands underneath your thighs before lifting you up, you
cradled you legs around him as your arms held tightly around his neck,
he left soft kisses to your breasts before aligning himself with your
entrance and sliding into you, the feeling causing an immediate response
to you as your head tilted back in a deep groan.
“Fuck you’re so
tight and wet-” he groaned as he entered you to the brim, giving you
only seconds to adjust to his length as he started slowly pulling all
the way back out. You cursed under you breath as he slowly pulled in and
out of you, setting a tormentingly slow pace and you just wanted more
from him. Your hands tightly gripped the nape of his neck. Jaebum
continued his torments, pulling out all the way to the tip and then
slamming back into you hard, filling you to the brim and deep throaty
groans fell from your plump lips.
As he continued his slow but
hard pace it was starting to get to much for you and you needed him to
go faster, but the pleasure he was giving you was stopping you from
formulating any kind of english word.
“please–UGH” was all you
could muster out. Somehow he knew what you meant and started to increase
his speed, slamming his dick in and out of you, the faster pace making
your back scrape against the elevator wall. His hands grabbed your hips,
lifting them up and down rapidly to match the movement of his thrusts
and you knew you would have bruises on your hips tomorrow from his tight
grip. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades and you almost drew
blood from digging so much.
“FUCK! Jaebum!” you writhed against
him, his thrusts so powerful. He thrust harder and deeper and started to
hit your g-spot every time and your body shook and trembled from his
“Keep moaning my name baby-” Jaebum’s face in
front of you was scrunched up in concentration and pleasure from his
thrusts, sweat running down his forward, his teeth clenched and his
eyebrows furrowed together. You knew your face was just as sweaty as
your hair stuck to your forehead. As his thrusts started to become more
powerful by the second he sunk his head into the crook of your neck,
biting down as he thrusted up into you, you could feel the pressure of
his teeth in your neck and it just amplified your pleasure as you
groaned his name again, over and over. With each passing thrust he hit
you in all the right spots and your walls clenched around him making him
curse under his breath.
You could feel scratches forming on your
back from being shoved into the elevator wall with each of his thrusts
but feeling was nothing compared to the pleasure he was giving you and
you couldn’t care less. He removed his hands from your hip, placing them
on your ass and lifting you higher to try and reach deeper in you, and
he did, making you cry in pleasure, tears starting to form in your eyes
as the knot in your stomach started to reappear, he squeezed and
messaged your cheeks in his hands and his lips went back to your
breasts, kissing and tugging on your nipples roughly.
so close!” you mewled in delight, your walls continued to clench around
him and he increased his speed to get you closer to your high.
removed one of your hands from his neck, your hand was in between the
two of you, moving down to your core and you rubbed fast circles around
your clit, moans and curses spilled from your mouth as you received
pleasure from yourself and Jaebum. “Fuck that’s so hot y/n” he
said, seeing you pleasure yourself and seeing you face so concentrated
on reaching your high turned him on so fucking much he almost reached
his own then and there. You started to see stars and you orgasm was
inches away, so you roughened your hands to match the rhythm of Jaebum’s
powerful thrusts. Seconds later you felt your orgasm wash over your
body and you screamed as your back arched off the wall, your other hand
slamming onto the mirror of the elevator, leaving a nice big hand print
in the steam. He continued to thrust into you as you rode out your high,
leaving more marks on your breasts as his hands dug into your ass,
squeezing tightly. All your muscles tensed as the pleasure came through
your body, your whole body shaking, your chest heaved up and down
rapidly and you soon started to relax from your high, removing your hand
from your core and relaxing your back onto the wall. You took heavy
breaths as you tried to re-catch your breath. When you finally relaxed,
Jaebum dropped your feet back to the floor and you almost lost balance
as your legs felt like jelly.
He removed himself from inside
you, and you grabbed him, pushing him and shoving him into the wall as
you dropped to your knees, immediately taking his length into your
mouth, sucking around his tip as your hand rubbed and pumped the rest of
“Fuck!” he groaned as his head tilted back to lean on the wall, his hands grabbing your hair, keeping a tight grip on it.
tongue lapped around his length, flat tonguing him from bottom to top,
and releasing his dick with a lewd popping noise every time. You
hollowed your cheeks around him when you sucked deeply. As you brought
your mouth back up to hip tip, you licked around his tip. You could feel
his dick pulsating and his hands started gripping your hair more
He started to thrust in and out of your mouth, the
feeling of his going at the back of your throat making you gag on his
dick, the vibrations from your mouth sending waves of pleasure through
him. You rested your hands on his thighs for support, feeling them tense
every time he fucked your mouth. You tried your best to keep up with
his rhythm, licking around him best you could whenever he thrusted back
into your mouth, but he chased his high and took control, he bragged all
your hair into his hands, bobbing your head back and forth to match his
thrusts. He moaned repeatedly and numerous swears fell from his
lips each second as he came closer to his high. You could feel his cock
throbbing inside your lips and knew he was close.
The lewd sound
of sex filled the elevator and you eyes teared from the intensity of
him filling up your mouth. Your groans and gagging getting him close to
his orgasm so you continued to moan against his dick, the vibrations
running through his body, his face was scrunched up in pleasure and his
head rolled back as he moaned your name.
“Fuck y/n!” he groaned
as his orgasm crashed through him, his warm seed filling your mouth,
spilling from your lips as he continued to thrust, riding out his high.
His heavy breaths filled the room and his chest was going up and down at
a fast rate as he was trying to catch his breath, his thrusts becoming
sloppy as his body started to relax. He let go of your hair and removed
his dick from your mouth, he opened his eyes and looked at you as you
swallowed his seed, licking around your mouth to taste him around your
lips. When he finally relaxed he bent down and grabbed your arms,
pulling you back up with him to lift your off the floor, he gave you a
small kiss on the forehead as he moved aside to gather his clothes and
re dress himself. Once he did he started to gather yours one at a time,
your panties first. He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture as
he slowly slid the panties back up your legs, he did the same with your
He grabbed your bra, letting you do that once yourself before placing your top back over your arms for it to rest on your body.
“Thank you” you said smiling up at him.
welcome” he replied as he pushed aside the hair on your face, tucking
it behind your ear. You looked at the elevator mirror, no bodies could
be seen through any of the steam besides where you had left your messy
A few short minutes past and then suddenly the elevator doors opened up and three men were outside the elevator.
“Are you guys okay!?” they asked with concern.
fucking time, do you know how hot it is in here??? How long we have
been in here!?” Jaebum answered, his frustration evident.
As the youngest man looked around the elevator his eyes settled on the messy prints in the mirror.
guess you guys found a way to pass the time at least” you stared away,
not wanting to look the man in the eye to confirm his accusation.
Jaebum grabbed your hand, rushing you to walk out of the elevator.
you for finally getting us out” you said as you both walked past. Ready
for you and Jaebum to go you separate ways, but he walked you to your
car, making sure you were safe before making your way home.
entered your car and opened the window to say bye to him. You didn’t
expect such a gentlemen like behaviour from him as he grabbed your hand
and placed a gentle kiss on it. As he was starting to turn away you
rushed to speak.
“Wait!–” he cut you off before you could speak further.
worry y/n, we will see each other again”. He smirked back up at you,
before disappearing into the early morning, and as you made your way
home, all you could think about is the next time you would see him, and
you hoped it would be soon.
“There’s no need to worry,” he said as you smoothed your hands over his tie, straightening it out for him nervously, “I’ll call you when I get to the airport, when I land, when I get to the hotel, when I–
“Okay babe you don’t have to go that far,” you sighed as you looked up at him, cupping your palm against his cheek.
“If it makes you feel better I will though, that’s not a problem.”
“No, it’s okay. I know it will be alright. You’ll leave and come home, just like all the other times,” you assured, not wanting to make his leave any more stressful for him than it needed to be. He went on over a dozen business trips a year and this one was no different than any of the others, but you couldn’t help the anxiety in your stomach, a terrible feeling that had overtaken you since the moment you had woken up. He looked down at you thoughtfully, leaning down to place a soft kiss against your lips.
“I’ll call you when I land,” he promised as he picked up his bag, grabbing the breakfast you packed him before leaning in to steal another kiss, caught in the middle as Jungkook walked in.
“Awww I’m a sucker for this sweet shit,” he said as you broke apart, eyeing you with an amused expression. You rolled your eyes as you handed him a coffee, having already expected him to come.
You walked them to the door with your fingers intertwined with Taehyung’s, his thumb rubbing small circles into your palm as he felt the dread leaking off of you, hoping to get you to calm down in anyway he could.
Everything’s going to be okay, everything’s going to be okay, you’re just being paranoid.
He whispered an ‘I love you’ before pressing his lips against your ring, his eyes lighting up as he looked down at it, recalling the moment he had gotten it on your finger.
“Have a safe trip guys,” you yelled after them as you stood in the doorway, watching them as the driver loaded their luggage into the car. “Bring him back in one piece for me please!”
“I’ll keep him safe, I promise!” Jungkook yelled back with one last wave, disappearing behind the tinted windows. You closed the door as you watched them drive away, determined not to let your irrational feelings take over your mind, knowing that when he came back everything would go back to being as perfect as it once was.
“Why does she seem so worried? Did you tell her where we were going?” Jungkook asked as he rested against the leather seats, eyeing Taehyung curiously. He had swore he would never tell her anything that had to do with his line of work but he was also the type to change his mind–a dangerous characteristic to have, at least for their job.
Taehyung sighed, opening the window as he lit a cigarette, throwing him a smirk.
- Rowan loves kissing Aelin’s neck. He’ll do it when he wakes her up, he’ll do it during sex, he’ll do it when she’s not feeling well and it always makes her feel cozy and loved
- Aelin and Rowan get so competitive over who loves who more, Rowan’ll tell Aelin he loves her just as he leaves for a trip to Ardalan, then Aelin’ll wait until he’s almost out of hearing range to say ‘love you more’ then she’ll sprint away as fast as she can so Rowan can’t ride back and say 'love you most’ (but he tries to catch her anyway)
- Rowan forgot when his birthday was bc you know he’s lived for hundreds of years so Aelin made the day they met his official birthday and she established it as a bank holiday for all of Terrasen
- On said birthday she bakes him a chocolate cake and he eats every last crumb even though it’s disgusting because that’s what they do. She then holds back his hair as he is sick for the next day.
- Once Rowan grows his hair back they braid each others hair and, even though Rowans braid is too low and loose because he’s so tall Aelin can’t reach him properly, he loves it because it’s a mark of his mate taking care of him and he always uses lavender soap to shampoo it (despite what Aelin says)
- Whenever Aelin has a nightmare about her time in Maeve’s iron coffin he wakes her up and draws her a warm bath with the bubble bath for special occasions then they bathe together and he washes her hair. Then they get out and he wraps her in a blanket on the bed and reads her favourite book to her until she goes back to sleep.
Hey hun! If you have time and/or want too I would love to see your rowaelin NSFW headcanons please and thank you 😉😏
Hahah it took long enough for this to land in my ask!! I have been waiting!! FINALLY I AM ALIVE AGAIN
I love them so much and I feel like I know them better than feysand, so I have SO much pressure not to screw this up. rip
-After tog 6 I want Rowan to get a new tattoo. He can keep the one for
Lyria, but I want him to tattoo the story of Aelin and him, how they are
mates, how they won the war together… I then want him to fix Aelins
tattoo and she want him to add them being mates to it and the love they
found in each other.
Then I want Rowan to teach Aelin the ancient language.
-Aelin curls up against Rowan holding a book on her lap half asleep
-I love to imagine that Rowan is the one to save Aelin with the squadre’s help and Fenry’s help because I think Aelin has saved herself enough and I really want her to learn that more people care about her, and that she’s not along. When Rowan finds her, shes bloody and exhausted and Rowan just slides down on his knees next to her and is like, “It’s okay, Aelin. I’m here, Fireheart.” and he brushes away her tears pushes her hair back and lets her hold onto him. He gets them out of the immediately and when they get back to their safe spot the hug for like 30 minutes without letting go of one another. Everyone leaves them to it. They start off sanding, but then Aelin’s knees give out and her brings them to sit and hug each other and thats not close enough so her buries his face in her neck and holds onto her head and they both cry a little and he pulls her into his lap.
-they can never agree on the shower temperature. He likes it colder, aelin likes it warmer, Rowan is always saying that Aelin is burning his skin off.
-sometimes Rowan sneaks up behind Aelin and kisses her and she’s so surprised and happy that something near or behind her get set on fire
because yah know😏😏 sparks fly between the two of them
-Rowan’s signature move is the hand on thigh. VERY high on her thigh
-Aelin is just a territorial as Rowan. One time they were training together and one of the servants at Orynth was eyeing Rowan and Aelin was growling and then goes over and grabs Aelin by his collar and wraps her hands around his neck and pulls him to her and she hardcore makes out with him right there in front of everyone at the palace
-Rowan is definitely a pda guy…. boyyyy those two have no shame.. sex everywhere. beach? done. against the wall? done. In their war room? done. Aedion walked in on them once (to be fair they were in a public place) AND HE IS TRAUMATIZED HE CANT LOOK AT EITHER OF THEM FOR 4 MONTHS
-We know from eos that they both love biting each other, but continued with that, Rowan actually melts when Aelin kisses up his neck, its so sensitive and his favorite place to be kissed.
-they both love subtly teasing each other in public while the other one is just FULL of unreleased sexual tension. It makes for wonderful nights…
-They are both pretty loud actually, Aedion has to move out of the castle because he really just can’t handle it.
-Fleetfoot sleeps in the bed with them and sits on Rowan whenever possible.
-Once Rowan gets Aelin back, they find out (because one night Rowan comes to bed later than normal and Aelin is awake waiting for him) they find out that they actually cannot fall asleep without the other there with them
-Aelin’s ears are like Rowan’s favorite thing??? She loves to kiss that gorgeously muscled neck and he loves her elegantly pointed ears. When they have a makeout sesh he pulls on her ear lobe with his teeth and kisses underneath and blows cool air on the spot his mouth was on, and her back arches into him and she moans and he pulls her closer.
-lazy days would consist of long naps, not always tangled together just enjoying that the other is getting some needed sleep, bubble baths, Rowan resting his head on her lap while she’d reading a book, her absent minded-ly playing with his short hair
-Rowan loves Aelin’s legs. They are so long and sexy and he really just can’t control himself. He loves laying in bed reading and just touching her by wrapping a hand around her thigh, or running his hands up and down her legs. Aelin likes it because it seems so territorial and as much as she ‘complains’ she really loves when he’s territorial.
-Rowan loves to bury his head between those thighs….
-Rowan and Aelin spar and they both go at it hard, never taking it easy on the other… this leads to very tired and very sweaty, angry sex!
-Rowan loves when things are getting hot an heavy and she’s kissing him and then she bites his lip and then kisses down his chest, making sure to kiss the scar where Asterin’s arrow pierced because that’s when she realized they were mates and its really important to her.
-Sometimes when they have sex it turns into a power play. What I mean is, it starts off with Rowan on top and then he’s teasing her and she just gets so fed up that she growls and flips them over and rides him. Rowan secretly loves when she takes charge so he never stops her, besides she’s Aelin she has to be the star of the show.
-Biters!! both of them!! When Rowan is about to come, his face is already buried in Aelins neck and he can’t help but bite down on her skin as the world splits apart around him. Him biting her neck turns her on so much that she finishes there too, with him.
-They can go at it hard but somehow its still really loving and gentle? idk how they do it but Aelin just caresses Rowans cheek and runs her fingers down his tattoo and he softly kisses her collarbone and shoulder and whatever part of her outstretched arm his mouth can reach(inner forearm, fingers or hand) a silent “I love you.” for them both.
-When Aelin does something cute or is worried about something Rowan just holds her cheeks and kisses her forehead and wraps her in a hug and rests his chin on her hair.
-When they use the carranam bond, they hold hands in between both of their chests and Rowan uses his other hand to wrap around her back and then they both just touch foreheads as she cups his cheek. (someone draw this for me please, i beg you)
-Obviously silent conversation. due to this there is a lot of unresolved sexual tension. Aelin just throws Rowan a glance that look like she will eat him alive. She proves this to him when she gets on her knees later and makes him an un-controllable mess in front of her (extra: his hands fisted in her hair)
-Aelin is not a morning person but Rowan makes it better when he wakes her up with gentle morning kisses.
-He kisses the dip beneath her ear, her jaw, her cheek, her nose (she wakes up then and scrunches her face and he laughs because she’s just so fucking cute in the morning) he kisses her forehead and then lips. The dip between her collarbones, her shoulder. Literally my boy has no self control and kisses whatever kiss is exposed.
-Rowan is KING OF HICKEYS, but then again so is Aelin. Hickeys from their bites, hickies on the inside of her thighs, hickies on her breasts. It’s SOOO HARD for the cadre to ignore.
-Rowan has a pretty impressive wingspan ;)
-Sometimes Aelin shaves Rowan… bc domestic fluff is something they excel at
-Hand holding all the time, Rowan as no problems holding her hands at all times because it reassures her, and as cocky as she is, she likes to know that he is there too. He does that thumb brush thing and it calms her down instantly
-When Aelin has nightmares and wakes up thrashing in bed, Rowan jolts up and wraps his arm around her so that she can’t hurt herself and pulls her close and kisses her spine and back and rests his cheek against her burning hot back while she calms down.
-They sit up in bed and she buries her face in his chest and sobs because she missed him so much while she was away and she’s so glad they are both okay, he rubs little circles on her forearms and hums a little song becasue he knows that music calms her down
-When Rowan has nightmares the are desperate. He wakes up so terrified. It takes him like an hour before he can lay back down. He see horrible nightmares of what Maeve used to make him do to prisoners and imagines Aelin as that person instead. He touches his forehead to hers and she holds his cheeks and he runs his hands down her arms, her stomach, her breasts, her back, her legs just trying to make sure that she is OKAY and that she not hurt of bleeding or something.
-clothes. Aelin pretty much shares Rowan’s closet becasue she wears his clothes so much. Literally everything. Jackest: done, (whenever they are on the battle field or traveling she always has his scarf and one of his jackets on) When they are home she literally only sleeps in 3 times… naked, his favorite shirts, or when she wants to scandalize him; one of her nightgowns.
-Rowan loves seeing her stumble around their house in the morning with his boxers on and his favorite shirt because she looks so cute and sexy at the same time and he gets so much male satisfaction and pride when she wears his things. Also her legs looks hella good in his shirts
-Aelin still loves washing his hair and when they take baths together he just leans back and lets her do it and she is like, crazy gooddddd at massaging his head at the same time. (have you ever gone to the hairdressers and they massage your head while washing it at the same time? its HEAVEN)
-Rowan also loves when she just lounges around the house and their bed in her underwear because he loves her body and shes just so relaxed
-Because she loves everything elaborate they are always really stunning lace pieces (she has them in assassin and the desert, so this is hardcore canon)
-He keeps that dragon dress because he loves it so much
-When Aelin cries he gets so upset because he doesn’t like seeing her hurt.
-As much as he doesn’t like chocolates, he finds them and gifts them to her on her birthday along with a chocolate cake he makes (he’s actually a really good baker)
-Aelin loves kissing Rowan’s chest, she does it when he’s sad and whenever he’s standing shirtless in their kitchen
-Rowan sleeps with boxers on or pajama bottoms only, NEVER a shirt.
-Rowan is like a furnace when he sleeps and Aelin doesn’t understand how? becasue she has the fire magic and he has wind so you would think that means he would be cooler. Nope
-LOTS AND LOTS OF BLANKETS. they love to be cozy
-Aelin loves just laying on top of Rowan sometimes and playing with his hair and resting her head on his chest.
-She is usually the little spoon but sometimes they break apart during the night and she wraps her arms around Rowan and kisses his back.
That’s all I have unfortunately. I wish I cold keep writing more. If you have any ideas reblog them with this, or send them to me and I’ll try to write another one.
I hope this met your expectations, reblog and let me know what you think please!
A/N: This is my first ever Riverdale piece, I hope you guys like it! The ending offers another part, so tell me what you think? Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes
Pairings: Jughead X Reader
Prompt: When a mysterious girls returns at pop’s on a random friday night, a lot of questions are left unanswered. It’ll take some time for Jughead to open back up to his old friend without a reasoning, but is he able to find one?
Warnings: one or two swear words, mention of alcohol, abusive father
Word count: 2455
A still moment, different from the usual buzzing pop’s atmosphere, a cold gust of wind with the sound of jingling bells hanging from the doorframe, suddenly changing the mood that laid in the air. Maybe it was Archie’s sudden moment of silence, taking a break from his preppy speech or the fascinated sounds escaping Veronica’s lips, but something had caught their attention and Jughead was curious for the cause.
‘’Well, she’s a sight for the eyes.’’ Veronica remarked, a smile forming on her lips.
“I really don’t wanna go down there.” Olivia said, shaking her head as she held onto the bucket of hot water.
“Then why do you do it?” You said confused as you looked back at her. You could see just how much she hated her job of having to take care of Negan.
“It’s just the job Rick gave to me, and I thought I could handle it.” She said, walking hesitantly to the basement door of the abandoned building you were currently in.
“Don’t. I’ll go.” You said with a shrug, “It can’t be that hard.”
You hadn’t been with the group long, you weren’t around for this whole “war” that they often talked about, which led to the way they were living their lives now. You always heard about the man they called Negan, but had never met him, but from the things that you had heard - all the stories - he was someone that everyone once feared, and for good reason. If half of what you heard was true, then he was terrifying. It made you nervous to even offer to trade jobs with her, but you saw how much she truly despised it, and figured that it would be easier on you than her. Your job was to stay upstairs and keep an eye out for anything suspicious, and having full permission from Rick to take Negan out if he tried to escape.
“No, (Y/N). I really shouldn’t, I don’t know how Rick would feel about it.” She answered. She was saying no, but you could see in her eyes that she wanted to say yes to it. It wouldn’t take much more pushing of the question to get her to agree.
You crossed you arms, “Rick doesn’t have to know, okay? We won’t tell him.”
“Negan would tell him.” She said matter-of-factly.
“Why would he do that?” You were genuinely confused now.
“That statement alone let’s me know that you don’t need to do this, (Y/N). He can’t be trusted, you don’t know him like the rest of us.” She warned.
You were beginning to grow just a little annoyed. You were offering her a chance to get out of it, and she seemed to come up with every excuse to say no.
You sighed and took a step closer to her, “I’ll ask him not to tell Rick, okay? And even if he tells him, so what? We’ll tell Rick you don’t wanna do this anymore. You can sit up here and keep a lookout while I deal with him.”
She pressed her lips together with a worried expression on her face, thinking it over until finally have you a reluctant nod, “Okay, okay.. I’ll let you do it.”
“Alright.” You said, your face was a blank expression, but inside you were nervous and intrigued all at once, you were finally gonna meet the man everyone has been afraid of.
She handed over the bucket of water to you, “You take this, and let him clean up.” She trailed off as she reached into her pocket to pull out a small leather pouch, “You’ll need this too if he wants to shave.. I’m assuming you know how to use one of these?” She said as she pulled a flap back on the pouch to reveal a straight razor.
You nodded, “It can’t be that hard, I just know I’d have to be extra careful.. I’m shaving him?” You said with a confused expression.
“Yes, you do. We never let him do it himself. You should also make sure that he keeps his distance.” She said, giving you a concerned look.
“You’re talking like he’s psychotic, or something, Olivia.” Your forehead creased.
“I don’t say it lightly, (Y/N). Keep your guard up at all times.. Here, you’ll need this, too, obviously.” She said as she reaching into her pocket, pulling out a small shiny object - it was the key to Negan’s cell.
You nodded again and stuffed the leather pouch into your pocket, taking the key from her, “I will.” You turned the knob of the basement door slowly, the creaking of it disturbing the silence, the draft of cold, damp air hitting you. You gave Olivia one more glance before you turned to walk down the rickety wooden steps as she shut the door behind you tightly. You had to admit you were a bundle of nerves going down there, you were shaking and it wasn’t from the cool air of the drafty basement. When you got to the bottom step, you took a moment to collect yourself, taking in a deep breathe. You could see the makeshift cell that has been welded against the wall. You glanced nervously into the darkened cell, just barely being able to make out a silhouette of the man named Negan.
You jumped suddenly when a voice sounded from the other side of the bars.
“Y'know I started to fuckin’ ask when Olivia had such a dramatic goddamn weight loss.” A deep voice said in a cheeky tone.
You approached the bars cautiously, setting down the bucket, “I’m not Olivia.”
“Yeah, I kinda fuckin’ figured that out on my own.” He said matter-of-factly. You could hear scraping on the concrete floor as his silhouette became bigger, he must have been sitting on the floor. You were finally granted your first glimpse of the man as he approached the bars, feeding his arms through them. You weren’t disappointed with the sight, he was tall, and more handsome than you had expected him to be. He was sporting a full beard, but his hair was short and slicked back against his skull, compared to his beard it must have been cut recently. You looked down at your feet for a moment, not being able to keep contact with his dark, intimidating eyes for very long.
“Where the fuck is my dear, Olivia? Not that I’m complaining, this is a nice fuckin’ change of scenery.” He said slowly, you looked back to see his tongue darting from between his lips. You could feel his eyes on your body, and suddenly you lost your voice.
“You’re not gonna fuckin’ ignore me now, are you?” He spoke sternly, regaining your attention.
You shook your head quickly, “No sir- I mean, Negan. She’s- she’s upstairs. I traded with her.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Sir? That’s fuckin’ sweet of you. What’s your name, darlin’?”
Your mouth relaxed into a thin line, “(Y/N)”
He gave you a dangerous, yet charming smirk, “That is a beautiful name.”
You bit your lip, trying not to let a smile break through, “Thank you.” You fiddled with your fingers absentmindedly as the silence filled the air again.
Negan leaned against the bars, “You seem pretty fuckin’ nervous.”
“Well, you are pretty infamous around here.” You admitted.
Negan chuckled, letting his teeth scrape over his bottom lip, “Yeah? According to fuckin’ who - Rick?”
You nodded slowly, “Him and the others. I’ve heard things.”
“You don’t look too fuckin’ familiar to me. I’m guessing you’re new?” He smirked cockily.
You were still nervous, but there was something about him that made you relax just a bit, and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing that had a chance of getting you into some deep shit.
“I am. I wasn’t around for the war that everyone talks about. I’ve been here for about 3 months, give or take a few weeks.”
His lips parted as he gave you a coy grin, “I’ve been stuck behind these fuckin’ bars for almost a year now. After hearing the stories, you didn’t even fuckin’ bother to pay a visit to the resident jail bird, darlin’?”
You gave him a weak smile and shrugged, “Well I imagine you wouldn’t want people to come down here to gawk at you like a caged animal, and frankly, I was scared.”
“But I am a fuckin’ animal, sweetheart.” He said confidently, his white teeth peekimg through his lips.
He has a dark look in his eyes, that was almost.. Seductive.. The way his eyes trailed over you as he said it made you realize that he was hinting that he was an animal not just for his crimes, but for a more primal reason. A sudden, familiar heat rose up inside of you, a heat you hadn’t felt In a long time, and one that you so often ached to feel again. It was startling, you bit down on your lip hard, almost certain you had broken the skin. Negan making you feel this way - especially so soon - was wrong, it made you uncomfortable and excited all at once. You did your best to keep your composure as you felt the dampness between your legs increasing. You had to avert your eyes away from him again, his stare was so intense. You were sure he’d see right through you, and if he did, he spared you the embarrassment of letting it be known.
“Sweetheart, are you gonna give me my bucket of water any fuckin’ time soon? I’d like to use it before it gets cold.” He said, parting his hands as he leaned his head against a cell bar.
You closed your eyes, exhaling a shaky breath and dipped your hand into your pocket to pull the key out, “Yes, I’m sorry.” You approached his cell door, glancing at him timidly as you reached out to shove the key into the lock, turning it until there was a click. You pulled the door slowly, your hands gripping so tightly around one of the bars that your knuckles were turning white for fear he was going to dart from behind the bars. You held your breathe as he pulled his arms back through the bars and sauntered over to the door. He towered over you, forcing you to look up to meet his gaze and up close it was even more intimidating and.. Sexy. If he took it upon himself to try to escape there’s no way in hell you could have stopped him. He gave you a sly smirk as he bent down to grab the bucket and take it back into his cell, and it took everything in you to keep you from melting then and there. There was something about that man that was absolutely intoxicating. You weren’t the kind of woman to swoon for a man who gave you just the least bit of attention, but even you couldn’t deny the charm that radiated off of him.
You backed away from the cell, leaving the door ajar. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do next, you felt your cheeks flush red again as you glanced over to see the white t-shirt he was wearing being pulled from his body. He was toned and had a few stray tattoos here and there, most notably being the cross on his left arm. If the top half looked this good, what else did he have hidden away under his clothes? You brushed the thought away, scolding yourself internally for thinking such a thing.
You could feel your palms getting clammy, “I should give you some privacy.”
He snorted and dipped a rag into the bucket, “Don’t fuckin’ get shy on my account, darlin’. Sweet thing usually fuckin’ sits over there and reads until I’m done.” He said gesturing to a chair in the corner of the room.
“Oh.. Right.” You said bashfully as you turned quickly, heading for the chair before he could take anymore clothes off. You sat down, keeping your eyes at your feet, trying to hold back your temptation to sneak a peek at this man. You tapped your foot lightly on the ground, you could hear the unzipping of his pants now and your eyes scanned along the floor momentarily, but they snapped back to your feet once his voice sounded again.
“How do you fuckin’ like it around here?” He said, sloshing water around in the bucket.
You gave a shrug, assuming that he was looking at you, “It’s nice. It’s sort of boring, but with the way stuff is now, I guess I should be thankful for a boring life.”
You heard him chuckle, “You don’t strike me as a boring girl, darlin’. You look like your prone to getting into some shit.”
You smirked, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that. A few moments passed, the silence fell over the room again, the only sound to be heard was the sound of water. Your temptation was beginning to override you and your curiosity had taken over you, your eyes trailed along the floor again. Fuck it. You eyes quickly darted forward, making contact with his bare body, and the sight was not disappointing either. Your eyes widened at the sight, your legs clenched involuntarily as felt the dampness between to legs beck not noticeable than before. This man was supposed to be so terrible and evil, but here you were lusting after him after you just met.
“It you want a better fuckin’ look at my dick, just say so, sweetheart.” His deep time called, breaking your concentration on his body.
You had a look of guilt on your face as you met his eyes in embarasment. He stood there, smirking as he dropped the rag back into the bucket.
You closed your eye tightly, shaking your head, “I- I’m sorry.” You opened one eye back up slowly.
He bit his lip, “It doesn’t fuckin’ bother me, darlin’. Don’t get much fuckin’ action from women these days, and try as I fuckin’ might, your other half up there won’t give me the time of fuckin’ day.. Is she a goddamn carpet muncher or something?” He said as he pulled his pants back on.
You chewed your lip “No, I don’t think so..”
He sniffed and gave you a shrug as he walked out of his cell, setting the bucket outside, his shirtless chest still glistening from the water running down it, “Could’ve fooled me. Shit, I’ve been trying to get her for months - and nothing - not even a sad eyecontactless handjob.”
Your lips parted slightly as your hand clamped over your face, trying to stifle back laughter.
He sucked his teeth as he walked forward, “Is it that amusing, babydoll?”
You shook your head, “I’m sorry. After all the things I’ve heard.. I never expected you to be funny.”
He shrugged and gave you a smile, “It wasn’t a joke, but what-the-fuck-ever. Do you have the razor, darlin’. I’d like to get this goddamn bush off my face.” He said run in his hand through his beard.
You gave a nod as you stood up, “I do.” You pulled the chair to the middle of the room to let him sit in it. He watched you intently as you pulled the leather pouch from your pants pocket to take the razor out.
“I’m not gonna lie, I don’t really know what I’m doing with this.” You confessed, your eyebrows knitting together.
He intertwined his hands behind his head as he leaned back in the chair “Just try not to slit my fuckin’ throat, darlin’. You’re gonna need to sharpen it first of all.”
He closed his eyes with a smirk, “See this belt looking shit right here?” He said reaching around the back of the chair to pull on what looked like a strip of leather, “You sharpen it with this.”
“Okay, then I definitely don’t know what I’m doing.” You huffed, running a hand over your face.
“Here, give it to me.” He said reaching out for it.
You backed up quickly, pulling the arm that held it behind you. Giving him a hostile look. Did he think you were that stupid?
He gave you a call smile and blinked, “I’m serious. Look, if I wanted to fuckin’ escape, I wouldn’t need a dull fuckin’ straight razor to do it, babydoll.” He said leaning forward, his tone was serious, not the joking-nonchalant one he had been using the majority of the time.
You knew it was probably a terrible idea, and your mind was screaming at you not to do it, but you couldn’t help but believe him, and his natural charm wasn’t any help in keeping you cautious of him for very long. You let out a breathe and took a slow step towards him, reaching out to give it to him. You felt the chills run down your body when his hand made contact with yours, his fingers lingering over your skin longer than they should have before he pulled back, taking the one object he shouldn’t have been allowed do have in his hand. You had to let your mind adjust to the situation, you could only imagine Olivia’s face if she she saw this shit. You took a step back as you carefully watched the razor in his grasp as he stepped to the back of the chair, pulling the leather strap tightly to run the blade of the razor back and forth across it. This was a dangerous situation, and you knew it, but it seemed to excite you further at the same time. You could see the muscles in his bare arm flexing each time he moved. Your teeth found your bottom lip again, giving it a generous tug as you watched him. It was so easy to go into a trance-like state while you watched him, any movement he made being done with fluidity and ease, only making you all the more intrigued by him. You listened to the scraping of the blade against the leather, it was somewhat soothing as it eased the tense air of the room. You were snapped out of your transfixed state when when the scraping stopped. You swallowed, there was a lump im your throat when he turned back towards you, the sharpened razor still in his hand. You exhaled shakily.. Was this it? Was he gonna slit your throat and escape? So many thoughts were running through you as he stepped towards you, your body tensing, preparing for whatever he was going to do next. But you relaxed just as fast as you had been bracing yourself for something terrible.
He folded the razor back into itself, extending his arm to hand it over to you, “Might wanna be extra fuckin’ careful, sugar. It’s sharp as shit, and I’m not in the mood to get my throat slit today.”
You took it from his hand, giving him an obedient nod, surprised that he even gave it back to you at all, “I handn’t planned on it.” You smirked.
He finally sat back down, giving you some peace of mind when he did so. You walked around the the back of the chair to a small table that sat beside the wall. It was obviously Olivia’s setup for when she had the job of shaving him. You grabbed a can of shaving cream that sat on it and a clean rag before walking back over to him. His hands were back behind his head again, and his legs were kicked out as if he didn’t have a care in the world. You had to admit, you sort of admired that about him. He truly didn’t give a shit.
You held the can out to him, “I’m sure this part you can manage yourself, right?” You said teasingly.
He gave you a challenging expression and reached out to take the can from you, “You’ve sorta got a fuckin’ attitude on you, don’t you?”
“No more than you seem to have.” You brushed some hair behind your ear, giving a small smile as he began to cover his beard with shaving cream, “Females with an attitude intimidate you, or something?”
He ran his hand over his beard, his eyes shifting to you, giving you an almost dangerous look, and you decided at that moment maybe you should choose your words more carefully, he was still some who was unpredictable in his actions. His eyes narrowed as they continued to burn into yours as he handed the can back to you.
“No. I’ve always had a fuckin’ thing for the ones with an attitude.. They were always more fun to break.” He said, clearing his throat.
You turned quickly to bring the can back to the table, happy to get away from his gaze for another moment, mainly because you didn’t want him to see you blushing, yet again. It was beginning to get ridiculous. You took in a breath and walked back in from of him, opening up the razor slowly as you stood beside him, your nervousness growing again once you realized you were going to get extra up close and personal with him. You knew it wasn’t that you were were fearful of him harming you, it was for the fact that it would be would no secret to him now that you were weakened by his charming nature.
You stood there for a moment, overlooking his features before you finally reached out, placing your free hand on his head. He complied easily enough, tilting his head to the side as your brought down the razor, being careful not to cut him as you slid it down his cheek, listening to the scraping of it against his skin. He often shifted his eyes, looking at you out the corner of them. Once the first stroke was done, you were a little more confident in what you were doing.
“Shit, that was easy enough, huh?” He said as you wiped the razor on the rag, before bringing it back up to his skin again.
“Yeah, you’re still alive. I’d say I’m not doing too bad.” You smirked.
“Tell me something about your fuckin’ self, darlin’. You got yourself a man.. Or a fuckin’ woman? Can’t imagine something as pretty as you is single.” He said shifted his eyes over to you once, again giving you another sly grin.
You shook your head slowly, trying to keep your concentration as the razor glided across his skin again, “No. I was with someone, but that was a very long time ago.”
Negan hummed softly, giving you that dangerous look again. It had become apparent now that, that look made you susceptible to becoming very hot and bothered. The thought of throwing your leg over him and taking a seat brushed across your mind, you wondered how he would react. You bit the inside of your cheek roughly for letting these intruding thoughts keep popping into your mind. You finally finished with one side of his face, you looked down at his legs that were splayed out, blocking you.
You looked at him timidly, “Could you uh- your legs.”
“Sure fuckin’ thing, sweetheart.” He said clearing his throat as he sat up straight in the chair.
You moved in front of him, noting mentally that you were in the perfect position to straddle him for real now. You closed your eyes briefly. These thoughts didn’t seem like they were ever gonna stop, and you weren’t sure that you really wanted them to. You leaned forward, your hands sliding into his hair again, the sound of the razor over his skin filling the room. You followed his gaze and he made no effort to hide the fact that his eyes were locked onto your cleavage, his teeth brushing over his bottom lip. As if you weren’t hot enough over him already, the sight of lust in his eyes as he stared at your full breasts through the thin shirt you were wearing surely did it for you. You gave a small, mischievous smirk to yourself and leaned down a little further, making it seem like you wanted to be extra precise in shaving him, but in reality, you were teasing him, but of course he knew it. He raised his eyes up to you, meeting yours again. It was a dark, hungered look in his eyes and you could see his jaw flaring as he clenched his teeth tightly. You had to look away from him again, it was more intense than any stare he had given you yet, and you could feel your core clenching around nothing as your arousal began to meet it’s peak. At this point, you weren’t sure who was driving who crazy. The sexual tension in the room was no secret. It was a heavy, aching feeling.
As you got to the last bit of hair, you tried to shave it quickly. As you stood over him, your breast still in his face, you could feel the warmth of his fingertips as they brushed lightly over your legs. You swallowed hard as they rested lightly on the outside of your jeans. He was testing you to see how far you’d let him go, and at this point you were a practically a puddle beneath him, willing to let him do whatever he wanted, but trying - and failing - to keep that a secret. Once you finally finished, you backed up slowly from him, folding the razor back down and walked over to the table to set it down, grabbing another clean rag to hand to him.
He took it and wipe off the remnants of the shaving cream.
“You’re all done.” You said, exhaling, “Is that all you needed?”
He finished wiping his face and tossed the rag back onto the table before looking at you again, “That’s not all I fuckin’ need, darlin’.”
You were both locked in a staring competition now. Neither of you looked away, and you getting up the courage to not shy away from him this time as the sexual tension in the room seemed to boil over. You inhaled deeply, unwavering as you took one step towards him.
“What is it?” You said. You stood firm, but your voice was shaking.
He reached out again, letting a hand wrap around your thigh this time, running to your back, and down to grab your ass. A silent sign escaping your lips. Every nerve in your body seemed like it was on fire, and once Negan sensed that you were just as starved for some contact as he was. He wasted no time in yanking you down to him. You gasped quickly as the sudden jerk of your body as he brought you down to his lips, kissing you hungrily as his tongue darted between your lips. You held onto the back of the chair, finally getting to fulfill your though of straddling him as you threw one leg over him, settling down into his lap. You could feel how hard he was as his cock pressed against your already soaked slit through your jeans. You let out another sigh as his tongue continued to explore your mouth, both his hands now gripping your ass firmly. Your first instinct was to grind into him, and before you knew it, your hips were rolling against his doing your best to make contact with his member trying to relieve some of the ache you felt deep in your core. He seemed to take note of how desperate you were to feel something. He brushed his hands back over your thighs, unbuttoning your pants quickly. You gritted your teeth when a hand found it’s way inside, teasing your wetness with his fingers, your hips involuntarily bucking into his hand, causing a finger to slide inside of you, making you moan. He brought a free hand up to wrap around your neck. You could see the pure lust on his face as he watched you ride his fingers.
“Shit, I missed that goddamn feeling.” He growled seductively, he buried his face into your chest, biting and pulling at your shirt with his teeth, moving up to your neck to suck at the delicate skin. You knew him leaving marks would be a bad idea, but at the moment you didn’t care and you wanted him to mark you everywhere. Your hands fiddled with the button on his pants, finally getting them open as you reached into his jeans to stroke his hard cock. He grunted eagerly as he let the hand on your neck slide down to your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of your shirt.
“Get this shit off, baby.” He ordered, tugging at your shirt roughly.
You complied immediately, lifting it over your head to throw it to the floor. He brought his hands around you, unhooking your bra with little effort, letting it fall from your body as he stuck his head into your breasts, grasping at them with his free hand, biting and sucking at your nipples as you continued to ride his fingers. By this point, his fingers were coated in your juices, he thumbed at your clit roughly.
You let your hand work up and down the shaft of his cock, moaning softly each time his fingers sunk deeper inside of you with each strike you made, but you wanted him inside of you, you wanted him to fuck you mercilessly while you writhed beneath him. Your free hand tangled in his hair as his face was still buried firmly in your breasts, your hips rocking vigorously on his fingers. He finally lifted his head back up, kissing you roughly, biting your bottom lip.
“You ever fucked in a jail cell before?” He purred seductively in your ear.
He said it as if it was a question, but you both knew it wasn’t. He was telling you what he was going to do to you, and you were more than willing to let him have his way.
“There’s a first time for everything.” You breathed back as he pulled his fingers from you, leaving you aching even more than you were and whimpering for his touch again as he left you with an empty feeling.
You released his cock, wrapping you arms around his neck as his strong arms held you close to him as he stood up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you back to his cell. It was dimly lit inside of it, you didn’t even notice the cot that sat against the wall until he threw you onto it. You pulled yourself up as he stood in for of you, sliding his pants down to his hips, just enough to release his cock. You licked your lips as you watched him, finally getting a good view of just how big he was. Your hands trailed down to the front of your jeans, teasing your sensitive slit through them.
“Get on your knees.” He growled, walking forward to wrap your hair around his fist, you sighed as you propped yourself onto your knees, preparing yourself for what was next. With his fist in your hair he guided you towards him, your mouth opening for him as his cock slipped inside. You could taste the precome that had beaded on the head of his member, dragging your tongue over the tip, lapping it up immediately. He groaned, tilting his head down as his grip tightened on you, you let your lips wrap tightly around his shaft as your head bobbed up and down on him, taking in as much of his cock as you could until you could feel yourself on the verge of gagging, but you wanted to impress him, so you pushed the thought away as you shoved your own head down on his cock even further. response, he let out a moan, bucking his hips into your mouth, you could feel his cock in the back of your throat now, and you were surprised at the amount of control he had. For someone who hadn’t been with an actual woman in a while, you expected him to fuck your throat until it was raw - something you weren’t completely opposed to.
“Jesus Christ, darlin’.” He groaned, forcing his hips against your mouth, causing you to cough, but you didn’t stop sucking him, you let your tongue work up and down his length each time you bobbed your head up and down, doing your best to drive him crazy. You brought your hand up, swirling your tongue around his head, popping it in and out of your mouth lazily, letting your hand pump him, causing more precome to bead out of him. He let out a throaty grunt and pushed you off of him.
You smiled, biting your lip as he looked down at you, his eyes narrowed in a seductive expression as he leaned down, curling his fingers over the top of your jeans, ripping them off of you. You breathed heavily as he did so, not sure how much longer your could hold out. He pushed you back further on the bed as he grasped your legs, raising them to his shoulders as he nestled himself between your legs, kissing and biting hard at your thighs, making you yelp at the feeling, pain mixed with pleasure. You knew it was going to leave bruising tomorrow. He licked your slit through your panties, he was already getting to taste you as your had completely soaked through them, thanks to how turned on he had gotten you before sex was even thought of between the two of you. You laid your head back on the cot, reveling in the feeling of having someone’s tongue on you in such an intimate way again. You had almost forgotten how it felt, and when Negan did it, it felt even better than you had ever remembered it feeling. He brought his finger up to play with your clit through your panties, making you suck in sharp breathes, you were close to begging him. He pulled them to the side, dragging his finger up and down your folds, letting them slide in and out of you, creating a wet sound. Your back arched, his tongue pressed firmly again your clit as he lapped up your juices, his fingers thrusting in and out of you.
“Oh my God.” You moaned as you felt his tongue slide into you. You pulled his hair roughly, strands of it wrapped around your fingers.
“Is that what you fuckin’ like, baby?” He said, biting your wet lips.
“Yes.” You whimpered, you had bent completely to his will and were a mess beneath him, and craving his cock inside of you.
You pulled up on his hair, silently letting him know to come back up to you, “I want you, Negan.”
He leaned forward, kissing and biting his way back up your body, you gripped the sheets, loving the way your skin felt between his teeth. Your legs wrapped around him tightly once his face met yours, yours lips crashing into each other as he grinded against you. You could feel his throbbing cock teasing your aching pussy as he slipped the head in briefly, pulling back out. You whined in protest, bringing your hands back up to dig your nails into his skin, he let out a growl, wrapping his hands around your neck.
“You want this fuckin’ cock, babydoll?” He purred into your ear, nipping at your neck as he drug his teeth across your skin.
“Yes.. Please!” You answered back, letting your legs tighten around him even more.
He gave you a devilish smile as he pushed himself into you, letting all of his length slide into you at once, you lifted your hips up to his, feeling so much pleasure as he filled you up completely. You laid your head back, breathing deeply as he started with a few slow pumps into you, your walls already clenching themselves around his cock.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a pussy this goddamn tight, darlin’.” He growled, bucking his hips against you, forcing himself deeper in, causing to to cry out. Your nails sinking further into his skin. He was going to have a few marks of his own after you were finished. He squeezed your neck, creating a delightful sensation as he started to grind himself in and out of you vigorously, the sound of wet skin smacking against each other accompanied with your moans. You bit down on your lip quickly, remembering Olivia upstairs.
“She’s gonna hear us.” You squeaked as he continued ramming himself into you, grunting into your ear.
“You’re just gonna have to be fuckin’ quiet, baby.” He said seductively, putting his other hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.
He slammed his hips into you violently, making you cry out, your voice soften by the cover of his hand as his cock hit the back of your walls. He kept it up for a while, your legs seeming to wrap around him tighter with each thrust, his cock now completely slick with your wetness as he slide in and out with ease. You were glad that his hand was covering your mouth, your moans became louder and more frequent as he had his way with you. You finally released the grip you had on him, a thought coming to your mind.
“Take me from behind. Fuck me hard.” You begged him, turning your body slightly.
He widened his eyes, smiling and he bit your lip, “Turn the fuck over, sweetheart.”
You gave him a nod, turning yourself over on the cot as you bent yourself down as far as you could, sticking your backside into the air for him. You felt a hard slap on your ass, forcing you to jerk away from him, but also wanting him to keep it up. He placed his hands on your ass, pulling you back against him as he slid into you with ease again, he gave your ass another had slap, making you moan again. You clamped a hand over your mouth, realizing the moan was louder than it should have been. He brought his hand down as he thrust into you, holding your own hand against your mouth.
“Easy, babydoll. You don’t wanna get us fuckin’ caught do you?” He smirked, slamming his hips into you again. The pleasure overtaking you, causing you to collapse into the cot as you shook your head.
You finally lifted your head back up, wanting to take some control of your own as you pushed yourself back into him, causing him to slip out of you. You turned around to face him as he stood there, looking at you confused for a moment. You narrowed your eyes at him.
“I wanna ride you.” You said bluntly, clenching your legs together as you were still feeling aftershocks of pleasure.
“Goddamn, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you, darlin’?” He smirked as he sat down, leaning back into the wall, stroking himself as you crawled to him, throwing your legs at his side as you lowered yourself down onto his cock. You gritted your teeth, making sure to keep your voice down as much as you could. You rocked your hips against his, just like you had done on the chair. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, only making you more eager to ride him. His hands cupped around your breasts, giving them a generous squeeze as he brought his mouth down to let his tongue swirl around your nipples. You buried your face in his neck to dull your moans. He smelled amazing and you kissed his neck, sucking the skin as he tugged at your nipple with his teeth. You bucked your hips hard against him. He moved his hands down to your hips to guide your rhythm how he wanted, still managing to maintain control even with you on top. You were starting to come to your peak, you could feel the build up of the orgasm and you already knew that it was going to be intense. You continued to thrust your hips against his, his cock slid in and out of you. You slammed yourself down onto it, causing a loud grunt to escape Negan’s lips as he clenched his jaw, giving you a dangerous stare. He continued to slam you down into his hips, only bringing you closer and closer to the edge until you were spilling over it.
“Shit, I gonna come!” You cried as you felt your walls grip around him even tighter than they had before, you could feel how wet you were making his dick as you climaxed. You buried your head further into his neck as you couldn’t help but scream, luckily it was muffled against his skin.
“That’s it, darlin’, fuckin’ come for me.” He groaned as you continued to ride him throughout your orgasm, desperately wanting him to finish with you. His grunts were becoming louder as he went into an animalistic state, forcing you down as hard as he could onto his cock.
“Motherfucker.” He growled, his fingers gripping around your waist tightly. You breathed heavily as you kept up your pace, but knowing you were already spent.
“Negan.” You moaned back in his ear.
He bucked his hips against yours for a few more times and you knew he was close. He kissed you hard on the mouth, his tongue forcing it’s way in.
He gave one last groan before he pulled you up roughly off of him, “Fuck, darlin’.” He threw you down onto the cot, quickly lifted himself above you as he stroked his cock a few times before you felt the warmth of the spurts as he came on your chest and abdomen, stroking himself dry. You let out a breath as a leaned down to you, both arms outstretched to hold his weight above you as he kissed you roughly once more. You both took a minute to catch your breathe and gather your thoughts. That had really just happened, and you were more satisfied than you had been in a long time. Negan lifted himself up off the cot as he pulled his pants back up. You sat up slowly on the edge of the cot, looking around for something to clean yourself up with, and before you could get up, he was handing you a rag and your clothes.
You scoffed as you took them, “Trying to get rid of me that quick?”
He rolled his eyes, “Fuck no, darlin’. I’d let you fuckin’ stay, but our dear Olivia is probably getting fuckin’ suspicious.”
You sighed as you wiped off your body, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” After you were cleaned up, you put your clothes on quickly as you got up to gather your things. Negan leaned against the bars of the cell, a satisfied grin on his face.
“Please fuckin’ tell me I’m gonna set you again, darlin’.” He said, sticking his arms through the bars again.
You looks back at him and smiled as you stuffed the razor back into your pocket and picked up the bucket of now cold water, “I have a feeling that I’ll be trading jobs with Olivia. If she’s not gonna reap the benefits of it, then I will.” You bit your lip as you closed the door to the cell, turning the key to lock it and stuffed the key back down into your pocket quickly, “It’s just a damn shame I have to lock you back up.”
“They couldn’t fuckin’ handle it if I was on the loose, baby.” He said, giving you a wicked smirk.
You blushed, looking at the ground momentarily, before you gave him a flirty look, “You really are an animal, Negan.”
“I’m a man of my fuckin’ word.” He shrugged, giving you an ‘I told you so’ look.
You nodded, “Well, as a man of your word, how about don’t mention to Rick I was down here when you see him? He’d probably put me off the job.”
He inhaled and ran his tongue over his lips, “Usually I’d fuckin’ say no. I get real fuckin’ pleasure from making Rick’s life difficult, but for that amazing pussy you just gave me - that I definitely want again - my lips are sealed, darlin’.”
“Good.” You smiled. You started to walk forward, but his outstretched arm caught you quickly. You looked over at him, “What?”
“You forgetting something?” He smiled as he pulled you to him to kiss you hard one last time through the bars. He pulled back to look down at you, “By the way, I’m fuckin’ keeping these.” He said as he reached down into his pocket, pulling his arm back up to show you your balled up panties in his hand.
You giggled, your face turning red, “They’re all yours, Negan. Keep it as a souvenir.”
“I’m thinking you fuckin’ sneak down here tomorrow, babydoll.”
You looked up at him one more time, a mischievous look on your face, “I had planned on it.”
He gave you an approving nod as you both kissed once more. He reluctantly let you go, and watched you walk back up that rickety staircase until you were completely out of his sight.
summary: Your father is sick and in need of medicine. Gaston instantly falls for your looks, and instead of turning him down, you see a way to help your father. Things don’t go as planned.
warning: slight OOC
a/n: Yep. I’ve fallen for the beauty that is the live action Gaston, portrayed by the even more gorgeous Luke Evans. Gotta thank the encouragement from my post. And @marvelavengings for putting up with me while I wrote this. Also, can anyone find the Spongebob reference? A gift may ensue. I could’ve written more but I got tired it’s nearly midnight so be easy on me…hope you guys like it.
Remember when I asked if you all wanted a ficlet of Feyre finding Rhys’ mother’s and sister’s wings in Spring Court? And all you Maasochists said yes?
Well, here you go…
I climbed the stairs to that part of the manor that I’d never visited before. Tamlin had never outright ordered me not to venture here, but it was always an unspoken understanding we had. Before everything that happened, before Rhys, Tamlin always came to my room when we spent the night together, I was never invited to his. Maybe that’s what drove me to explore while he was far from the manor. Not that I was afraid of him, I hadn’t been afraid of him for a long while now, but it would be so much easier to look around without him hovering over me.
“Hurry up before your parents find out I’m here!” Bucky hissed as you quickly grabbed your backpack off the floor before escaping through the window, thankful that your bedroom was just on the first floor. Grabbing your bag, Bucky helped you out the window, losing his balance when you accidentally fell on him, his body tumbling on the grassy terrain.