anon requested: hit me with that against-the-wall, i-almost-lost-you jon snow smut?
notes: smut, smutty, s m u t. i tried to, so enjoy like 1,400 words of smut not counting the cut above. enjoy!!! bc i really did omg
Jon lifted you up off you feet as you appeared before him. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, as he gasped.
You were here, he thought, she’s here.
You laughed as he kissed your cheeks, “I thought you were gone,”
You raise your brow at him, patting his stubbly cheeks. “Jon, I told you I was going home for awhile.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did,” you said as you tiptoed to kiss him passionately on the lips.
“I thought I almost lost you,” he continued as he broke away. He placed your hand on his chest, kissing your inner wrist.
“You overreact sometimes, wolf,” you giggled as you placed you down. You reached up to kiss his jaw, and he kissed your forehead.
He reached down to nibble down at your ear as he whispered, “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.” He cocked his head to the side with a subtle wink and you tighten your hand around his own as he walked up the stairs with you to his room.
When he closed the door, you leaned knowingly against the wall, feeling his eyes move to your hands as you untied your coat at the tips. He took in a breathe as the coat was disregarded at the bottom, and walked over to you, his hands on both sides of your neck, “Dirty,” he whispered as you stood before him in a low cut top, showing him generously your chest.
Waverly: “I don’t like the new Purgatory police uniform pants…I really miss seeing your amazing butt in those khakis.”
Nicole: “Sorry, but if you don’t like them you could always take them off ;).”
Wynonna: “First of all, ew, don’t say stuff like that in front of me. Secondly, if you want to look at amazing butts, may I remind you that I have a top shelf ass, which I bet is better than Haught’s.”
Waverly: *Cringes* “Uh…no I’m not going to do that.”
Nicole: “Plus that part at the end is not true!”
Wynonna: “Oh, really? Let’s compare right now.”
Nicole: “Yeah that’s not fair, you’re wearing leather pants and I’m stuck in this uniform.”
Wynonna: *Grabs extra pair of leather pants* “Fine, put these on.”
~~~2 minutes later, Nicole walks out of bathroom in leather pants~~~
Waverly: *Jaw drops and is trying very hard to not pass out*
Wynonna: *Takes a swig of whiskey* “Well Haught damn, I’ll admit defeat this time.“
Waverly: "I’ve never wanted to be a pair of pants so badly. I said that aloud didn’t I. Well I don’t think I care anymore wow you look great and” *Starts rambling*
Nicole: “Is she…okay?”
Wynonna: “Goddamit Haught is there a Terms & Conditions for being gay that states Useless Gay Trance Mode will be activated everytime something like this happens?”
Nicole: “No…” *Remembers how she reacted to Waverly cheerleading and other things* “Actually never mind yes.”
Time For Bed Rated: Mature [Talking Christian into going to bed was harder than you thought]
Got a request from silexia and I thought it was super cute so here you go~ My first Christian Yu scenario~
You hated to say it, but you were happy when Christian stopped being an idol. That lifestyle was so hard on you both. The hectic work schedule, the traveling, the late night practices. It was all awful.
But he’d found a new love and passion. Editing and directing seemed to be his calling and you supported every waking moment of it. But just like his previous job, you found him staying up all night working on it.
You came home from work mid-day to find your boyfriend hard at work editing Live’s new MV, and here it was well past midnight and Christian had barely even moved. He probably wouldn’t have even eaten if you hadn’t brought him food.
Getting him to stop was going to be no easy feat. You’d been trying to for the last couple hours, and he’d always just say “Just a few more minutes Babe. I’ll be right there”
“Christian?” you knocked on his office door, poking your head inside. “I made you some tea”
He turned around giving you a tired smile, the dark bags more and more noticeable under his eyes “Thanks, Babe” he removed his headphones accepting the tea. “I just got to finish up a few more scenes and then I’ll be off to bed. Ok?” he smiled into your touch, kissing your hand. You didn’t even have to ask to be rejected anymore.
I got a lot of requests for a tentacle story, which is one I’ve be wanting to do! Thank you anons! Keep requesting!
Your cousin came for a visit and gave you a strange potted plant as a gift. She claimed it was a small succulent but you had never seen anything like it before. It came out like thick leaves that formed tightly together into a long cone, going from green to a soft pink color. Your cousin simply told you to keep it watered and sometimes give it sugar water.
You did so, watering it when the soil got dry and once a week you would use the sugar water on it. You weren’t sure how well you could keep it alive, you had never been a plant person. You had tried keeping herbs gardens and even house plants, but that always ended in tragedy. You had even tried planting wildflower seeds and as it did was result in a bald patch in your yard.
You were intent on keeping this little plant alive. You did everything the old ladies at the garden shop told you to do, you even talked and sang to the little plant. You kept it on a clear spot on your windowsill and even switched out the pot for it when you were worried it was getting too small.
With your brother Archie and dad out of the house, you invite over Jughead. Quickly you let out your feelings for him, which leads to sex. But afterwards it seems that Jughead had changed his mind. In the following weeks you realize something, something that may change both of your lives.
With the recent murders in my hometown of
Riverdale I felt uncomfortable as I tried falling asleep with my brother,
Archie, and dad gone, visiting my mom in Chicago (a trip with I happily opted
out of). So I called the only person I
knew who would make me feel safe.
Soon enough I heard a knock on the front door. Running down stairs, I
opened up the door to Jughead. Pulling him into a hug, I thanked him for
coming. We made our way up to my bedroom, both laying down on the bed, turning
on the TV, to see what was on.
After a while of trying to find something good on TV, I moved from my
position with my head on Jugheads chest to siting up.
am so bored,” I whined to him. “There is nothing on this stupid TV and there’s
nothing to do.”
Jughead laughed, “Of course there isn’t, it’s 1 am.”
With that I let out a sigh, dramatically
falling onto Jugheads, still laying body. Finally an idea came to me. This might just be
the perfect time to make my move. The move where I finally let Jughead know I’ve
had a crush on him since the 3rd grade, when he told me I could play
with Archie and him, even though Archie tried kicking me out… my knight in
shining armor. I tried getting over it,
I really did. He was my brother’s best friend, and a matter of fact my best
friend too, I couldn’t ruin I and make everything awkward. I made myself do all
the things to try to get as far away from him as possible; I even went as far
as to join the River Vixens Freshman year. But I guess it was hopeless. I could
barely keep my eyes off him tonight, due to his shirtless body, his excuse
being that it was “too hot”. I just
wanted to pounce.
I finally realized Jughead had been trying to get my attention, but I
had just been staring of into space. Well I needed to tell him, I decided.
However, I had my fingers crossed that he felt the same way.
Still on top of him, I sat up, making it so that I was straddling him,
then I began to speak, “Jughead, I, uh, I need to tell you something. Just let
me talk and then you can tell me how you feel. I- I’ve been in love you since
the 3rd grade. I’ve tried to push these feelings down, I really
have, but I just can’t. I just couldn’t keep this from you any longer. I completely
understand if you don’t feel that way. Just tell me and I’ll never mention it
to you again. I-,” suddenly you were cut off.
Jughead had leaned up and kissed me. I basked in the feeling of his warm
lips on mine, however it did not last as long as I would have liked.
“That’s a yes, I like you too,” he
Smiling we kissed again, with Jughead suddenly
flipping us over, making it so he was on top. After that he put his hands on my waist,
slowly raising them under my shirt, as mine made their way to his neck. Our
kiss became more intense, our lips battling one another over dominance, but I
already knew it was a losing battle. His lips slowing moved to my neck, sucking
on it, leaving what I am sure would be clearly visible hickeys. Once he reached
a certain spot, I couldn’t hold in the noises anymore, letting out a moan. I
could feel Jughead smirking against my skin, and it seemed my noises pushed him
further and he quickly, separated himself to take my shirt off, thankfully he
was already shirtless.
we began to kiss again, I realized that even though this was slightly awkward,
Jughead clearly knew what he was doing and ourbodys seemed to fit perfectly
together. I could feel his hard on against your leg growing, which just made me
want him more, causing to begin to grind up into him, causing him to let a
barely there moan. Quickly he began to take off my bra, and move his lips down
to my nipples. He focus on sucking the right when, as his hand moved to the
other. He made quick work of going back and forth until finally he seemed to have
enough. Separating himself from me he began to talk of my pants, and I started
to undo his belt buckle. He made quick work of my pants, standing up and
pulling the all the way off my legs, along with my panties. Quickly doing the
same to his jeans and boxers afterwards.
back on top of me, he began to kiss me again. Slowly his hands worked their way
down my body. Once he reached my core he looked up into my eyes checking to see
if I was okay with this. I quickly nodded; I was dying to feel something.
Slowly he began to put one, then two in, moving the slowly in and out. I could
tell he was teasing me, from the smug grin on his face, listening to my
having enough of his teasing I begged him, “Please, faster.”
Thankfully, having mercy on me he began to speed up. Keeping up the
pace, I started getting close to my orgasm, but suddenly he stop. Despite my
anger of not being allowed to cum, I knew what he was going to do which made it
Jughead looked up at me, while he lined himself up to my core and slowly
began to push in. God, was he big, I wasn’t a virgin, but I had definitely
never been with a guy who had as much as he did, causing it to slightly hurt as
he pushed himself in. I grabbed onto his biceps, digging crevices with my nails
as he finally was all the way in. After a second he slowly began moving in and
out, creating a natural rhythm.
I could see he was restraining himself
from going as fast as he wanted to, just so he could make sure I was
comfortable first, “It’s ok, you can go faster.”
After my words he became ramping up his
pace. As he began to hit just the spot I cried out, moving my hands to his
scratch his back. He clearly got the message, he just that place as fast and
hard as he could. He wanted to make sure I came before he did, so he moved his
hand down to by clit, quickly rubbing it.
Before I knew it I was there, moaning out
his name. A seconds after I came, he also did too. As he pulled out, he rolled off, pulling me
into his arms. It was already late, and with such a workout, we both quickly
I awoke to Jughead, getting out of bed
and beginning to get dressed. I looked at my clock seeing that it was only 4
am, I wondered where he was going.
Sitting up I asked, “Leaving so soon, where are you going? It’s still
I seemed to have surprised him and he quickly turned to me, with a look
on his face I couldn’t quite make out.
“I, um, I need to leave. Us… This was a
mistake, it never should have happened. I’m sorry,” he quickly spoke, trying to
avoid looking in my eyes.
Tears started coming to my eyes. How
could he say that? I thought he felt the same way. This was Jughead, were
talking about, he wasn’t one ot say something then take it back.
“Th-that’s not true. You said you liked
me too,” I began.
“Yes it is, I completely regret this
happening. Now I have to go. I’ll see you at school or something” he said and
with that he was out the door.
How could this happen? I quickly called
the only 2 people I could think of.
Soon enough Betty and Veronica arrived. I
quickly told them what had happened through my tears. Veronica, being who she
is threatened to make him regret every being born, making me laugh. For the
rest of that night that was there goal, making me laugh and realize I am better
lunch a few weeks later, Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and me were all sitting
outside the school at our usually picnic table. We had been talking about boys
again. So of course Jughead came up. We were all still baffled by the fact that
he acted the way he did.
“Well at least he wore a condom, so you
can’t have his evil demon spawn,” Kevin said trying to lighten to mood.
Everyone burst out laughing, except for
me. He did wear a condom… didn’t he? I
tried thinking back to that night. I quickly realized that I had no condoms, in
my room and unless Jughead was just carrying one around with him, it meant that
he hadn’t worn one. As soon as that realization came to me, I quickly sat up
beginning to sprint into the school, running past both my brother and Jughead,
who were headed to the table.
At the table everyone looked around, with
Kevin saying, “I thought it was funny, I wasn’t trying to hurt her feeling.”
Quickly the two girls thought about it
and realized there was a reason I was running, and it wasn’t because Kevin hurt
my feeling. Suddenly they jumped up too, running after me.
BTS Reaction To: You “Cumming” Without Permission.
NSFW! Read at own risk!
Jin told you that you couldn’t cum yet, although he made it impossible as his thrusts started speeding up even more. You threw your head back, trying your hardest to hold in your release but it was too much of a challenge. You climaxed, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, moaning out Jin’s name. Jin slowed down his thrusts, panting.
“I-I’m sorry.” You apologised.
“I’ll let you off this time, just next time do what Daddy tells you to do, or you’ll be punished.”
“Please, Yoongi, please let me cum.” You begged, feeling your climax approaching.
“Not yet, Princess. Hold it in for me like a good girl, okay?”
You whined at his words, knowing you wouldn’t be able to do as he told you. You tried focusing on something - anything - just to take your mind off your approaching release, but you couldn’t. The pleasure you was feeling was all too much, so you came, clenching around Yoongi.
Yoongi froze. “You know what?” Yoongi pulled himself out of you. “You’re not cumming for a week. I told you not to cum, but you did, and I’m not letting you get away with it.”
Namjoon secretly loved it when you couldn’t hold in your release. It boosted his ego as it showed him that he really was fucking you well. But of course, he’d never admit to that.
As you came, when he had specifically told you not to, he told you to get on all fours. You did what he said, not wanting to disobey him. You already knew what was coming, and that was, that you were going to be spanked. Namjoon always spanked you when you misbehaved.
“Count to ten for me.”
Hoseok rarely told you not to cum as he loved feeling you tighten around him. But, if you would misbehave, he would tell you not to release just yet, sometimes not even letting you release at all.
“Hoseok, please, I can’t hold it.”
“Yes you can, baby.”
When you came, feeling almost light headed as you did, Hoseok called you degrading names, and spanked you (like Namjoon), letting you know you shouldn’t of disobeyed him.
Taehyung was annoyed you had came without his permission because he wanted you to understand that he was the one that would control your orgasms. He lent down, biting on your neck, causing you to wince in slight pain.
“If I tell you not to cum - you don’t. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” You replied.
Jimin chuckled deeply, shaking his head slowly after you had reached your high. “I knew you wasn’t going to hold it in.”
He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling it, causing you to moan out. “You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
At first, Jungkook seemed slightly frustrated, but he didn’t do anything about it. Confused as you was expecting a punishment, and being slightly disappointed you didn’t get one, you decided maybe Jungkook didn’t actually care if you came, and would only tell you not to just to add to your arousal.
That was until, the next time you had sex, Jungkook pulled out of you immediately as you was about to reach your high. You whined, looking at Jungkook who had a smirk on his face.
“That was for cumming last time without my permission.”
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He knows how to take care of you. He always does. So when he asks you how your day was during dinner and you explain how long and stressful it was, it didn’t surprise you when he pulls you out of your seat to lead you to the bedroom. The second glass of wine you just poured is also in tow because, well, you’re not going to let it go to waste.
“Really?” he chuckles as you take a long sip and set the glass on nightstand. The corner of your mouth pulls into a smirk and you shrug at him. You’re almost too tired to care at this point and you’re ready for whatever he has in store for you.
His hand comes up to cup the side of your face and his lips find yours. This kiss itself is short and sweet, then his lips move to the corner of your mouth before peppering kisses across the rest of your face. His nose grazes against your cheek as his lips travel and the sensation sends a shiver down your spine. The gasp you let out lets him know.
Can I request #6 & #9 with Zach? Can it be full of angst and then just angry sex later on?
Zach smut is sexy as heck,, thanks for requesting!! enjjjoy my children ;) xx
** its not that angry?? im super sorry, like i just idek. if anyone wants to request a separate imagine i’ll do like anger anger in that, sorry **
#6: “It was a dare.” #9: “You’re acting like baby.” “And you’re acting like a bitch.”
“Calm down, Zach,” You chimed, touching his arm gently. “It was a dare.”
“It was a dare?!” He exclaimed, stepping toward you. “I don’t care, Y/N! You shouldn’t mess with people like that!”
You stepped back from the seething boy, wishing that Justin had never texted you the stupid dare. “You’re acting like a baby.” You folded your arms across your chest, frowning up at the tall boy.
“And you’re acting like a bitch.”
Your mouth grew dry, yet your hands became clammy. Did he just call you a bitch? Zach was a friend, a best friend actually, and you wished it was more, but you guys never fought. Perhaps if you never accepted the dare Justin had set upon you, Zach wouldn’t be glaring holes into your face.
“How was I even messing with you?!” You raised your voice, confusion flooding your face.
“Because,” He stalked toward you, making you step back in reply, before he pinned your body against the wall. “When you kiss someone you should mean it.”
Your heart was beating faster every second that passed. His breath quickened as he stared into your eyes. He was serious, but he was also seriously hot. Damn this boy.
“How do you know I didn’t mean it?” You quietly asked, honesty lacing every syllable.
His breath hitched at the meaning behind your words, hands reaching up to cup your face. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, Zach’s eyes flicking to your lips before trailing back up to your eyes.
“I dare you.”
Your stomach ignited at his whisper, his lips lightly dragging along your neck. The tight grasp you had on your pants dropped and you moved them to his shirt instead, pulling to bring his body further against yours before crashing your lips on his.
He growled into the kiss, moving his hands to your waist in order to pick you up and carry you over to his bed, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your kiss broke apart as he lay you down, his breathing unsteady as he attached his lips to your neck.
“Z-Zach,” You stuttered, running your hands over his back. “I want you to fuck me.”
His growls were deep, and you could tell he was still pissed off deep down. “Do you dare me?”
You swallowed hard, dancing your fingers along his spine. “I double dare you.”
He chuckled against your neck, the feeling of his smile against your skin caused your stomach to twist in excitement. You were very aware that you were in his house, but the excitement and fear of someone coming home just fueled your want and need for Zach.
“You’ve been rude all day,” He kissed down to your chest. “And I think,” He paused, moving down to unbutton your pants. “You need to be punished.”
You let out a small moan at his words, helping him take your pants off, the cool air igniting goosebumps on your skin as he slowly dragged them down your legs. His warm hands gripped your thighs tightly as he moved up your body.
“How?” You breathed.
He smirked, getting off of you and standing up beside his bed, running a hand through his dark hair. He unbuttoned his pants and took them off, stepping back to his bed and hovering over your lying figure.
“Why don’t I just show you?” He questioned, rubbing the insides of your thighs. “This lesson has to be taught physically.”
You smirked. “Go ahead, take your anger out.”
He kissed you slowly, hands moving closer to your panties. “I intend to.” He whispered against your lips, his fingers rubbing your panty covered core.
You held back a small moan, running your fingers through his hair as he moved down to pepper kisses over your neck. He sucked and nibbled areas, blowing cool air onto the fresh hickies as the bruise developed. You let out a sigh of contentment, lifting your legs around his waist, his hand still teasing your clit, as you pulled his body closer to you.
“I’m angry with you,” He moved down your body, hands now running along your sides. “Because you take a dare,” His fingers looping under the edge of your panties. “And make it feel as though kissing me is some sort of joke.” He teasingly took his time sliding your panties down your legs, making the wait so much more painfully long. “When in fact, Y/N,” He threw the discarded piece of clothing across his room. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for as long as I’ve known you.”
Fire ignited your veins the moment the words left his mouth, your clit instantly being worked with his wet mouth. You moaned his name, your hips involuntarily bucking upward, only making his mouth take more of you. He flicked his tongue, amused at your reactions. A chuckle left his mouth, the vibrations causing you to shiver in pleasure.
“Just fuck me, Zach.” You pleaded, ready for him to just take you. He licked your core softly, teasing you, occasionally sucking on the sensitive bud that made your mind swirl. “F-Fuck.” You gasped.
He lent his head back to face you, smirking cockily at your flushed face. You couldn’t even tell if he was angry anymore. He seemed to be enjoying this way too much. “Are you sure?” He asked, hands rubbing your outer thighs.
“Yes, I’m sure.” You nodded your head, consenting completely and wholly. Fuck, you just needed him.
He grinned this time, opening his bedside table draw and pulling out a condom. He passed it you, and you smirked, opening the square packet as he slid off his boxers. You sat up on the edge of his bed, ushering him closer to you in order to roll the condom onto his length. He let out a small moan at the feeling of your hands on his cock before he gently pushed you back onto the bed as he hovered over your body, one hand resting beside your head. You looked at his length nearing your entrance, and oh god, did it make you wet. He gently slid his free hand up and under your shirt, gripping your side as he teased your entrance with his cock. Boy, was he hard.
You reached down, gently gripping his cock, making him moan and drop his head into the crook of your neck. He let out a shaky breath, lifting himself back up in order to line himself up with your entrance. His eyes only darkened as they watched your face, his cheeks flushing as he pushed into you.
A deep groan left his parted lips. “Fuck.” He choked, going deeper.
You closed your eyes, letting out a moan against his lips as they connected to yours. He pushed in all the way, hitting your g-spot, making you let out another moan. Zach smirked, pulling out teasingly slow before thrusting back in. Your world shook as the pleasure consumed your body. This is what he meant by punishment - doing small things that caused a large deal of sensitivity and all things good to your body and nerve endings.
“Open your eyes,” He demanded, panting. “Y/N,” He sounded stern, pushing deeper with every thrust. “Open. Your. Eyes.”
So you did, meeting his angry ones. He needs to get angry more often. You watched his eyes darken further, clouding with lust as he pounded into you. “Zach,” You moaned. “Oh, f-fuck.”
He chuckled lightly, speeding up his actions, groaning each time he hit your g-spot. His hand that was still resting beside your head clenched the sheets to keep him balanced as he took his other hand from gripping your side and lifting your leg up to rest over his shoulder.
“Fuck yes,” He moaned into your neck, his pace quickening. “You’re so fucking…” He growled. “Tight.”
You rested your other leg on his shoulder too, only making Zach go deeper inside of you. His hand traveled down, teasing your clit. You knew that you wouldn’t last long if he added even more stimulation. But of course he did, because it’s Zach, and he just wants to see you cum.
You moaned loudly, hands gripping the back of his neck and hair as he began circling the sensitive bud with his fast fingers. Fuck him, honestly. Ironically, too.
“Every time,” He groaned, quickening his fingers. “I think back to that kiss, I-” He cut himself off, letting out a moan as your lips met his. “It makes me so fucking mad,” His thrusts were unforgiving as he pounded into you, the sheet in his hand pulled tightly. “And so now I’m taking it out on you.”
The pace of his thrusts quickened, as the feeling in your stomach grew. His fingers making the pleasure you were feeling doubled, his moans fueling your excitement. He was so damn sexy when mad. He took his anger out into you, going deep and hard, growling into your neck and kissing up your jaw. He was mesmerising, his cheeks flushed and eyes dark, while his body caused yours to buckle and writhe under his ways to pleasure you.
God damn, he was beautiful.
You could feel yourself getting closer, as was Zach, his thrusts only grew in pace while his fingers rubbed harder. “Fuck, yes,” He panted. “Cum with me.” He choked out, growling and moaning into your neck.
You gripped his skin, anywhere and everywhere, moaning his name and kissing his lips. The pressure built, your stomach twisting in excitement, before Zach completely undid you.
“Cum now.” He demanded, short of breath. “Now, fuck yes, now.”
With another thrust you were gone, your mind spinning in elevation, scratching his skin as loud moans left your parted lips. He took both hands to your hips as he came too, focusing on riding out your highs together. He watched where you connected, milking every last drop from his erect cock. He let out a content sigh, running a hand through his dampened hair before leaning down and kissing your lips, hands cupping your face as he gently pulled out of you, gasping softly into your neck.
He collapsed beside you, letting out a breath, before turning to face you. Your body was still in bliss as you turned your head to look at the boy lying beside you, grinning.
“Remind me to thank Justin.”
idk if this was even good lol but i hope you liked it either way
“’M not, am I?” He glares at you, lips turned down deeply at the corners, voice rising in offense. “’S been nearly three weeks since I got to touch yeh.”
“You know why.” Your voice has softened some. You know what he means. The weeks of limited interaction have been equally torturous for you. But there’s a reasonable cause, and you really don’t want to get him into trouble.
“Yeah, I know,” he huffs, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. “Doesn’ mean I like it.”
Warnings: SMUT. NSFW gifs (may have gotten carried away with those).
Summary: You go undercover with Bucky where you need to get a flashdrive from a HYDRA agent who frequents a men’s club. Your job is to give him a lap dance, get him knocked out, and steal the flash drive. Things don’t go as planned because someone gets a little jealous and decides to, quite literally, knock the agent out.
Requested by @cra-zy-vib-ess14 this one is for you! I had a lot of fun doing this and it came pretty naturally that I even wrote it the same day I got the requested, you lucky duck haha! Anyway I hope you enjoy, and everyone else who reads this! Don’t be afraid to request something yourself but be aware writing takes time and you may not get your request answered asap. Thank you for reading and enjoy ♡
Warning: smut, public, rough
I sat next to Justin pointing out how he had done the math
equation wrong by putting the x in the wrong spot, he groaned and ran his
fingers through his hair, messing it up in frustration.
“Why is this so hard for me?” He mumbled mainly to
himself, I guessed so I reassuringly patted his shoulder and said, “that’s
what I’m here for, to help you get better and make this easier” I offer
him a smile and he nods going back to his work.
I look around the library appreciating the quietness but I
couldn’t help but feel that something was missing, I look at the desk that was
usually occupied by Jeff and Clay and frowned as it was empty.
“Looking for your lover boy?” I heard Justin ask
and without even looking at him I knew he had a smirk across on his lips.
I stop looking at the unoccupied desk and back at my hands
on the table blushing “he isn’t my lover boy” I mumble in
“You wish he was though” Justin replied back with
knowing tone in his voice, I looked at him and he had a small smile of his lips
instead of his usual smirk “He wishes he was too” he added.
I look shocked as the words left his lips “what?”
I asked confused.
“Jeff, he likes you too y/n” Justin explains now
smirking at me, he softly pats my hand leaning in to say something else but
then quickly pulled away, I give him a look of confusion but then notice him
looking behind me.
I slowly turn and see Jeff angrily leaving the library,
“what just happened?” I asked Justin concerned.
He laughs slowly closing his books “I think you better
go after him, your lover boy may be jealous” I blush at the thought of
Jeff getting jealous but listen to Justin leaving him to pack up his stuff and
I walk outside of the library to an empty hallway, I turn a
corner hoping to at least get a glimpse of Jeff but sadly I was just met with
another deserted hallway “Jeff?” I call out wondering if he was even
Looking intensely at the end of the corridor I didn’t notice
a hand creep out of the boys’ locker room, I let out a muffled scream in an
attempt to call out for help afraid one of my worst fears would be coming true as
the person dragged me inside the locker room, but instead I was met with a
familiar pair of blue eyes.
“Jeff” I whisper is relief, I let out an awkward
chuckle “you scared me half to death” I admitted but then noticed the
frustrated look painted on his face.
A/N: I’m thinking about doing a second part to this. Should i? Anyway, hope you like it.
the only thing I could feel in that moment. Life was slipping through my
fingers and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could seem to do was sitting
on the floor, trying to stop the tears from falling.
came right after. The tears had already dried; my swollen eyes could hardly see
anything. I heard the noise that came from the TV, my chest hurt. Everything
was a blur, and not only because I couldn’t see anything because of the tears,
but because my mind wasn’t even thinking straight. Trying to steady my
breathing, I looked around my apartment. There were smashed dishes lying around
the floor, a few picture frames also accompanied them.
After pressing the record button, Niall sat down on the chair across from you. He gave you a thumbs up which you returned back with a smile.
“So Y/N, tell me about what you thought about Harry the first time you met.” Niall read off the list he prepared to ask both you and Harry. With your wedding coming up in a couple of weeks, Niall thought about what he could possibly give you guys as a wedding gift. He wanted to get you guys something special. He wanted to get you something that hopefully one days you guys will cherish. So…he came up with the brilliant idea of creating a pre-wedding video for you guys. He planned to interview you and Harry separately and ask you questions about your relationship. He figured that maybe you guys might want to play it for the guests at the wedding. He also thought in the future, if you guys were ever feeling doubtful or getting through a rough patch in the marriage, you guys would have this video to watch and remember the love you guys have.
You let out a chuckle as you remember the day you met Harry clear as day, three years ago. “The first thought I had about Harry?” You repeated, looking back at Niall, trying to avoid contact with the camera (Niall said that it would look more authentic that way). Niall smiled and nodded his head.
“Clumsy.” You looked down at your lap and shrugged your shoulders as you let out another laugh. Niall softly let out a chuckle himself. “I remember when he was walking up to me, I guess he was so nervous, he spilled his wine on me.”
You shook your head and with a smile, you continued, “He was apologizing a million times a minute. I was laughing the whole time. I remember Harry’s face was as red as a tomato. He promised he would buy me a new blouse.”
Niall smiled, having a mini flashback from when Harry told him about how he spilled his drink on the most beautiful girl he has ever seen in his life. He remembers Harry’s lazy smile as he described how funny you were and how you even laughed at his God awful puns. “And did he ever buy you a new blouse?”
You looked up at Niall and laughed, “You know what? He actually never did. He did buy me a drink though that night.”
“When did you first realize you loved Harry?” Niall asked as he read out another question.
You remained quiet as you tried remembering. In reality, there were tons of moments where you just stopped for a moment and took a minute to look at Harry and go, “I really love this man.” You tried pin pointing the moment where you knew Harry was it for you.
Finally you answered, “The first time I realized Harry was when we babysat Freddie for the first time. Louis was in a bit of a pickle and didn’t have anyone to babysit so naturally we volunteered. As soon as Louis left the door, Freddie was an absolute mess. He was crying and screaming off the walls. We didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t until Harry picked up Freddie and whispered into his ear ‘Everything will be okay. Daddy will be back soon’ that he started to settle down. Seeing how well Harry treated Freddie and how he was able to calm him down that quickly, it made me realize that I wanted Harry to be the father to my children one day. Seeing him like that…it made me fall in love.”
As you were telling the story, you were staring at the ring on your finger with a smile. Harry’s always been wonderful with children and you knew, without a doubt, he was going to be the most amazing father.
Niall looked down at his list of questions. He smiled as he read out one of the last questions, “Do you have a message for Harry before the wedding?”
You smiled as you stared directly into the camera. “I love you, Harry. I love you so much my heart hurts. I love how you’re able to make me laugh even when I’m feeling as low as can be. I love your stupid puns even when no one else does. I can’t wait until I’m your wife. Nothing will make me happier.” You paused and wiped your eyes as they began to get teary, “I know in my heart we are meant to be. You’re my soul mate and I am so lucky to get to spend everyday for the rest of my life with you.”
“Alright Harry, I’m just going to ask you some questions, alright mate?” Niall asked as he sat down on his chair across from Harry.
Harry nodded his head as he stared at the blinking red light at the top of the camera. Niall looked down at his questions, debating on what question he should ask first. Finally, Niall asked, “What was going on in your mind as you were proposing to Y/N?”
Harry took a hold of his bottom lip and let out a chuckle as he stared off into the ground. “I was thinking ‘God, I hope I don’t shit my pants’. There I was on one knee, asking the most beautiful girl known to man to spend the rest of her life with me. There’s always that doubt in your mind. Yes, you’ve been with that person for a long time but that doesn’t necessarily mean they want to be in that type of commitment with you. I think any person thinks that as they’re proposing. They think, ‘Please take that leap of faith in me’. And when she said yes…I just couldn’t believe it. Honestly, it took my mind a moment to realize that she said it. To this day, I still can’t believe it.”
“What was your first impression of Y/N?”
“My first impression of Y/N…she’s gorgeous. I saw her from across the room, just standing there and she took my breath away. I knew that I had to talk to her or I would regret it for the rest of my life. Somehow, without even knowing what her name was, I knew she was the one I was going to spend the rest of my life with.” Harry smiled as he looked at Niall.
Niall nodded as he mentally praised himself for having one of the best wedding gifts ever. “What’s your favorite thing about Y/N?”
Harry looked down at his fingers, playing with his rings. “I couldn’t pick just one. I love everything about her. I love how kind her heart is. I love how she never saw me as Harry Styles, celebrity. She saw me as me. Plain, old Harry Styles. In our entire relationship, I never had to worry about her loving me for the wrong reasons. I knew she loved me for who I am. Not my status. I love how she’s beautiful, inside and out. I just love her.”
Niall stood up and stopped the video from recording. He clapped his hands together, “Alright. I think I have enough questions.”
thank you guys so much for reading! i love hearing from you guys! let me know what you thought!
request: “Hi! Can you write a Fred Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader imagine? The reader is a bookworm, and is often found in the library. She and Fred are almost complete opposites. Fred is intrigued by the "different” girl you can say and they start hanging out. Introducing each other to their life, with things the other would never do. Ends with a cute passionate kiss?“ — by @my-unique-mind
a/n: added a little twist to it. hope you don’t mind :-) also, i got carried away with this one so it is quite long 😂
On the course of your stay in Hogwarts, the only conversations you would share with Fred Weasley were just mere hellos and greetings. Whenever the seat beside you wasn’t taken yet in some class, he would ask if it was okay to sit beside you, and you would glance at him before nodding, minding your own business starting then.
Though other than that, the both of you never bothered to approach the other in attempt to get to know them better. It has been always like that for the past years — so for him to suddenly ask you a very important favor, it was quite unbelievable.
It was a Saturday morning that time and you were spending your day inside the library as usual. In front of you was one clear parchment, a book needed for Transfiguration, and a bottle of ink that you had. You were just about to write the first sentence of your essay when someone abruptly sat down across you.
It was Fred, with his red hair and goofy smile. You raised your eyebrow in question and slowly brought your quill down, waiting for the boy before you to say something that would explain why he was here.
"Good day, isn’t it?” he started, his head turning around as if to look at his surroundings. ‘The sun’s not shining too bright, the wind’s pace is just right, and it’s not that cloudy.“
"Is there something I can help you with?” you asked with your eyebrow still raised.
Fred flickered his eyes to you. “I’m glad you asked, Y/N, because there is this one tinsy little problem I’m dealing with and I know you can help me figure it out.” there was mischief in the way he spoke those words, which made you kind of uneasy.
“Oh, is it regarding about that Transfiguration assignment Professor McGonagall gave us 'cause I’m doing it right now —”
“Y/N,” he politely cut you off that made you stop talking, “that’s not it.”
You involuntarily blush. “Then what is it?”
Fred leaned on the table, prompting his elbows and placing his chin on top. “I knew it was a good choice to pick you, Y/N. I had a hard time convincing George that you’re the perfect accomplice —”
“Woah, what?” it was your turn to you cut him off. “You lost me at accomplice.”
“Well, you see,” Fred licked his lips, “we need a book from the restricted section of the library. Of course, no teacher with the right mind would let me or my brother get it, so I thought since you’re always in the library so much, not to mention you’re a Ravenclaw, you would be the one to do it for us.”
“You must be out of your mind.” You scoffed. “What makes you think I’ll do that for you?”
“Because,” Fred trailed, “I’m such a good person and I make other people happy?”
You couldn’t help but snort at his reason.
"Oh, come on, Y/N! I promise, this will the first and last favor I’ll be asking you if you agree to help.“
The two of you stared at each other for what seemed like minutes before you finally broke free and groaned.
"Fine, I’ll do it.”
Fred fist pumped in the air that made Madam Pince to suddenly appear and hiss at him.
“But you need to do something in return. Anything, so that I’ll feel I’m not doing this for free.” you chuckled lightly.
He nodded in understanding. “Okay,” he shrugged, “how about I do a poem? You’re into those kind of stuff, right?”
“Well, yeah …” you blushed again for whatever reason.
“Then it’s settled then. You help us get the book and I’ll do a poem. Deal?” he extended a hand out and you didn’t hesitate to grasp it with your own, shaking it.
You indeed had done what you had to do. After Fred and George talked to you and gave you the title of the book that they needed, you immediately made up an excuse as you ask the head of your house, Professor Flitwick, to sign the slip that allowed you to get the book from the restricted section of the library.
The whole plan seemed too easy, because the teacher didn’t even question you or grew suspicious on why you needed the book. And now, you were patiently waiting inside the cosy atmosphere of the Three Broomsticks, your eyes glued on the door, ready to finalize your deal with the Weasley twins.
Though Fred was the only one who came, even panting as he sits down beside you. You couldn’t help but glance at him oddly but still a smile was playing on your lips.
“Sorry,” he sighed while he takes off his coat and hangs it on the chair he was sitting on, “had to get away from George. I didn’t want him to come.”
“Why?” you slowly brought out the book from your bag.
Fred smirked at you, “Because I wouldn’t want him hearing my poem, obviously. He wouldn’t let it go if he heard it, will keep on teasing me for an eternity if he did.” he murmured mostly to himself.
You almost forgotten about the poem and with the mention of it, you raised your eyebrows in curiosity. “Well, now that you mentioned it, read it to me.”
For the first time, you saw his cheeks turn into a shade of pink as he softly stutters. “Uh, r-right now?” he cleared his throat.
“Not necessarily, but if you want to have this book —”
“Okay,” he pouted, “I get it, I get it. Just let me …” he rummaged through his bag and got a notepad with written notes on it, though before you could take a peak, he blocked it away from your view with his hand. “Hey! I’m going to read it to you anyway so why bother?”
“I’m just curious, jeez.” You chuckled. “You know, I’m very interested in what you have prepared. It’s always been in my bucket list to get you to do something completely out of your character.”
“Oh, I’m sure it is.” he snorted with a grin. “Uh, so, before I begin, I’m just gonna ask you not to laugh, okay? I admit it’s not my best work but … it’s what I wanted the poem to be about.” the color red was creeping on his cheeks again.
You smiled. “I promise.”
He dramatically cleared his throat, turning sideways so he was completely facing you.
“The way she speaks can lure me to sleep the way she smiles can change my cold feet the way she reads can send thousands of thoughts like why only now did I notice she smelled like apricots?”
He stops momentarily to look at you and sees you laughing silently which draws him to continue.
“I can never really explain why I started feeling so differently when she has always been there, always been pretty. and maybe that is why I decided to make a plan something that will give my chance a hand.
It amuses me how she doesn’t notice like for the first time, she didn’t know how to focus but how can she not, that’s not her flaw After all, she is a Ravenclaw.”
Your eyes widened at that mere line and you could hear Fred taking a gulp before carrying on like nothing happened.
“So this time, as I read this poem to you please tell me you understand it like you always do keep in mind that out of all the pranks I’ve done, all of the shows you rejecting me at this very moment terrifies me the most.”
Fred closed the notepad and immediately turned away from you, folding his hands on the table. “Done.” he stated with his lips pursed together, not bringing himself to see your reaction after just confessing that he indeed fancied you.
“That was … beautiful. You might actually beat Edgar Allan Poe if you pursued writing.” you tried to catch his eye but he wouldn’t budge. “Fred, please do look at me.”
“No.” he answered immediately. “I-I had some time thinking about this and now that I’ve done it, I think I regretted doing it.” he spoke very fast.
It seemed cruel, but you enjoyed seeing him all frantic and shy — because in your defense, it wasn’t everyday you would see Fred Weasley behaving this way. He was mostly so confident with his brother, the complete opposite of what he was showing you right now, and it made you reach out and place a hand over his.
“Would it make you feel better if I told you I felt the same way?” You couldn’t help but tease, causing him to finally look at you.
“Not funny, Y/N. You’re completely messing with my emotions and do you know how many times I’ve thought about telling you about this and now you’re —”
You rolled your eyes, leaning in and pressing your lips onto his just to make him shut up, and also maybe because you’ve been meaning to do it for a long time now. It definitely did the trick though because Fred caught on and began to kiss you back, his hand soon resting on your cheek while his other one still intertwined with yours. When the both of you let go, Fred’s eyes looked like they were twinkling from delight.
“What is it?” you asked, a goofy smile plastered on your mouth as well.
“Nothing, I just — my brother and I didn’t really need the book, it was the plan I’ve been talking about in my poem, to give my chance a hand.” he repeated.
“Wow.” you playfully slapped his arm with the borrowed book. “So meaning to say, all my efforts were put into nothing?”
“Well, it did make you a rebel even a little bit, didn’t it?” he grinned. “And it did help this thing going on between us to evolve as well.”
You pulled on your best confused face. “What thing?”
“Hardy har har.” he sarcastically laughed and pulled you in for another passionate kiss, your laugh audible in between as you place your arm around his neck.
Before the two of you could even decided to finally break free — realizing that you were still inside the Three Broomsticks — George Weasley came waltzing inside the pub and did a very loud gasp, enough to catch the attention of the other students to him.
“I can’t believe it. It actually worked!”
Fred groaned and turned to his brother who was now grinning like mad. “Shut up and go away, George.”
But George was already fist bumping him, and despite Fred getting annoyed, he couldn’t help but put on a cocky and bragging grin on his face as he did so because finally, he got the girl.
Summary: Played poker with him once. He lost. He finally got the rematch he wanted so badly but he lost again.
Genre: Mafia AU, smuttish
Word count: 2,590
You have no idea how you got yourself in this situation.
Seemingly only a few seconds ago you were afraid to go out of your house,
hoping not to meet him and the next he had you pinned against the wall, making
you feel all sorts of things. And now! Now you’re sitting, playing that stupid
strip poker he came up with it. Luckily for you, you were so much better at
this, still having all your clothes on. You watched him take off his shirt and
throw it on the ground. You took the wine glasses and sipped your drink, hoping
he won’t notice you staring.
“How the fuck I keep losing against you is beyond me,” he
sighed, leaning his head against the armchair. “I need another drink.”
He stood up and went to the kitchen. He kept doing that
every time he lost, getting more and more irritated when he came back. Mostly
because his phone has been ringing non stop all evening. You heard him argue
with someone again before he hung up and continued the trail of thought he had.
“It’s been like what? The 5th time I lost now?” he
shouted from the kitchen.
“6th,” you corrected him.
“And here I hoped I will get to see you in all your glory,”
“Keep whishing,” you thought, standing up and picking his
shirt up. You put in next to his other clothes. At least he still had his pants
on. You noticed something fall out of the shirt and bent down to pick it up.
You couldn’t believe this. It was a card. That sneaky bastard was cheating all
this time! But you still managed to win, the goddess of fortune was on your
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” startled, you jumped up.
You didn’t feel him approach you from behind at all. You turned around to look
“What’s this? You cheater ~” you teased him, waving the card
in front of his face. He quickly snatched him from your hand.
“You left me no other choice.”
“Yeah right! I knew you were a cheater. I noticed it the
first time we played.”
“Oho!.. You noticed? The first time?” this caught his
attention. He took a few steps to you, still holding the wine bottle in one of
his hands. “Were you watching me?”
You started blushing, of course you were. He was sitting
right across you but that wasn’t the only reason. He took a few more steps to
you, till you hit the table with your back. He set the bottle on it, cornering
you between his hands. You put your palms against his well toned chest in attempt
to push him off a little but he kept his stance. You could feel his heart
“Were you?” he whispered to your ear, leaning closer.
“Weren’t you?” you retorted. A smirk appeared on his face as
he looked you in the eyes.
“Caught me red handed,” he breathed out. He wrapped his arms
around your waist, pulling you to him. “That’s what makes you special,” he
said, before clashing his lips with yours. You didn’t know what you expected
but you must say the wine tasted better off his lips. He pushed you to the
table, before lifting you up and setting you on top of it, only then breaking
the kiss but he still was so close, you could breathe in his air.
“Are we too drunk or do you really want this?” he whispered.
You hooked your legs around his waist and you chuckled as he kissed you again,
picking you up and going in the direction of his room. “I will take that as a
You heard his phone ring again but you two completely
ignored it. He threw you on the bed, almost falling on top of you. Your hair
spreading everywhere. He took a few
strands off your face, stroking them gently.
“Shit, with all this obsession to play with you, I never got
the chance to tell you, how beautiful you are,” instead of letting him see you blushing,
you used this opportunity to get another kiss, yanking on the tie he still was wearing
for some reason, you ran your tongue over his lips.
“So needy,” he breathed out before going in for it. As he
swirled his tongue around yours, he tugged your hair slightly to allow better
access. He pulled away to get some air but you two were still connected by a
slim trail of saliva. He bit down on his lip.
“Shit,” he said, nibbling down on your ear, sending shivers
down your spine. He continued from the ear down to your neck, kissing and
sucking on your skin, making sure to leave marks. You could hear his phone
going off in the distance.
“Don’t,” you panted out, raking through his hair with your
fingers. “Don’t answer.”
“I wasn’t planning to,” he said, shoving his knee between
your thighs, he got one hand under your skirt and began hiking it up before you
“How about you start from the top?”
“How about you don’t interrupt and let me take care of
things,” he smirked, getting a hold of your arms and pinning them above your
head, still doing what you suggested. He began unbuttoning your shirt but he
quickly got tired of it and quite literally ripped it open.
“Wonwoo!” you whined, “This shirt was expensive.”
“Don’t worry, I will buy you a thousand more like it, after
this,” he took it off and threw it on the ground along with his tie. You
couldn’t help but notice how stunned he was.
“What? What is it?”
“They’re perfect,” he said more to himself than to you. He
cupped your breasts. “So perfect, they fit right into my hands.”
“Wait for what you will see when you take this off then,”
“Can’t wait to find out,” he unclasped your bra. As if
knowing what’s going to happen tonight you even put on the one that opens up in
the front. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just him but somehow you
didn’t feel even slightly embarrassed exposing your half naked body like that.
He went straight for one of them, planting kisses and sometimes sucking harshly
while kneading the other. He pulled away, admiring his work, he brushed over
the marks he left, making you fell sparks all over your body. Your breathing
hitched as you couldn’t take the tension anymore.
“Wonwoo-“ you whimpered.
“You asked for this yourself,” he teased, getting one of
your nipples between his teeth and biting on it, making you moan.
“I would prefer if you were louder,” he took it whole into
his mouth, you could feel his tongue snake around it, when he released it with a pop. You
immediately realized what it was. His phone. Again.
“Don’t you dare,” you ordered.
“Those pricks,” he hissed before giving you a quick peck on
the lips and standing up.
“Wonwoo!” you shouted after him. What an asshole! Is he
seriously going to leave you hanging like this? You lay down on the bed waiting
for him to come back. After listening to his shouts who were incomprehensible
from this distance, for at least five minutes, you clasped your bra back on and
took your shirt from the ground, putting it on. You got off the bed and went to
where he was. As you got closer you could hear the bits of the conversation.
“I said I’m not coming a hundred times today… No… No, it’s
not about her… Can’t you just raid them and be done with it?.. Why am I even
needed?.. No, you listen to me you motherfu-“
“Fuck!!” he shouted, smashing, his phone on the ground. His
chest was rising from heavy breathing. You could see that he was pissed.
Something that still scared you.
“Those idiots can’t do anything without me,” he clenched his
fists, before turning around and noticing you standing in the doorway. He came
up to you and started buttoning your shirt up.
“Is everything okay?” you asked him.
“Yeah,” he said, avoiding your gaze. “Work,” he simply
He had trouble with the buttons though because he ripped
half of them off a few minutes ago, so he got his shirt from the armchair,
where you placed it before. It was way too big for you but you loved it, it had
his smell rubbed off on it. He buttoned you up all the way to the top and you
felt like a child, letting him dress you up like that.
“Is that it? Just like that?”
“I’m sorry but this is important…” he sighed. “I must say
that this is way harder for me than for you.”
You caught up with what he meant right off the bat, sparing
a quick glance down to his waist. He went to the hall to get your shoes and you
closely followed after him.
“I already called for your ride back home, so don’t worry
about that,” he explained. He gave you your shoes but you didn’t feel like
putting them on. “Please don’t get mad… I feel like… I finally got to talk to
you, even touch you without you running away… I want to know that I still have
You didn’t know what to say, him saying those things didn’t
feel like him at all, you were used to seeing him all cheeky and sly so you
just gave him a smile while he guided you to the elevator. He went inside of it
and gave you one last passionate kiss, he looked you in the eyes still holding onto
your bottom lip with his teeth for a while before stepping out and pressing the
button for the ground floor.
“When?” you asked.
“Be patient,” he said, as the door closed.
As soon as you were alone you pressed your head against the
cold metal wall of the elevator. Oh my god! Were you about to have a one night
stand with your ‘stalker’? That’s so not like you. Or could it have been
something more? You were completely spaced out that you realized you need to
get off when other people started getting in. You walked into the lobby and
ignoring the looks people were giving you, started putting your high heels on.
“You must be Y/N.”
“Jesus! Don’t scare me like that!” you looked up to see a
man, almost as handsome as Wonwoo is.
“I’m Seungcheol. I will take you home. Come with me,” he
said, going to the exit. You quickly finished putting your shoes on and
followed after him.
“Were you the one who called him just now?”
“Nope. He has his own things to take care of,” he opened the
back door of his car for you.
“Can’t I sit in the front?”
“It will be safer if you sit in the back,” he said. You
decided not to argue and got in. The back windows were tinted. Maybe that’s
what he meant. Why are you so trusting anyway? At least you can blame it on you
being quite drunk if anything happens.
“I live on-“
“I know where you live,” he said, looking at you through the
rear view mirror and starting the engine. “Wonwoo told me all about you.
Actually the only thing he has been talking about for the past months was you.”
You wondered what he knew and if Wonwoo and him are close.
You decided to use this opportunity to find out something about him because he
seemingly knew everything there is to know about you.
“I heard he lost against you,” he was the first to speak
again. “That was a big surprise for all of us. He hadn’t lost in ages,” he laughed.
“Is that good or bad?” you asked him.
“Depends,” he gave you a quick glance again. “What were you
two doing up there?”
“Why cards?” you changed the subject quickly.
“It’s almost the only thing he’s good at. He got himself in
a pretty nasty situation. He needed money. The easiest way for him to get some
was poker,” he took a sharp turn and you slid down the seat. You found the
seatbelt and fastened it. How fast is he driving?
“What did he need the money for?”
“If you don’t know this, it means he didn’t tell you on
purpose. I guess if he wants to, he will tell you yourself one day,” he
shrugged. After taking a few more turns, you were already home.
“Last question,” you said. “Who are you exactly?”
“I’m the leader.”
“The leader?” you repeated. “Of what?”
“He never told you that too?” he started laughing again.
“Then the only thing I can tell you right now is that I’m his boss.”
Is he serious? Leader? Boss? What the hell is he talking
about? Both of them are suspicious after all.
“Getting serious though,” he said, turning in his seat and
sending you a glare. “I hope I never see you again. You distract him too much,”
he leaned over the seats and opened the door for you. “Now, could you please
get out of my car?”
You gave him a quick thanks and stepped out, slamming the
door shut. You watched him speed away, down the street. Rude.
He told you to be patient but it has already been a few
weeks till your little get together. You had to finish these documents by the
end of the week but everything from the clock to the thoughts of him sidetracked
you. Someone knocked at your door and you got up from your place on the sofa to
go get them. You looked through the keyhole and opened them with the speed of
“Wonwoo?” you questioned.
He came in and kicked the door close with his feet, wrapping
his arms around your waist. He started kissing your neck and you had to push
“Wonwoo are you drunk?” you could smell the alcohol from
“I need you,” he said, embracing and holding on to you
tightly. He nuzzled his head in your neck. “Sometimes… I just can’t do this.”
“Do what?” you asked but he was quiet. “Wonwoo?.. Are you?..
Are you crying?”
You brushed his hair off his face. He was actually half
“How much did you drink? Why were you drinking in the first
place?” you threw his hand, around your shoulder and dragged him to the bed.
Man is he heavy. You dropped him down but as if he waiting for this precise
moment, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the bed. He rolled over, so he
could be on top.
“What are you doing?”
“Finishing what we started.”
“I’m not doing anything with you tonight, you’re too drunk.”
He hovered above you for a few seconds. Gazing into your
eyes when he plopped down on top of you.
“You’re right,” he whined. “I want to remember every second
“Wonwoo, could you maybe get off? You’re heavy.”
He did as you asked but still didn’t let go and instead
snuggled up to you.
“I’m staying over,” he said.
“Of course you are,” you rolled your eyes.
“You know,” he started again. “I never won against you.”
“So…” he said, drawing your body closer to him. “I still
can’t let you go,” he whispered into your ear.
a/n: THIS PICTURE FUCK. i’ve rode many of things in my lifetime. ;-) just not a thigh, so this might not be accurate but heyyyyyyyyy it’s fine. and if we’re gonna be honest here, how many of y'all actually even rode a dick? let alone a thigh hahaha. love y'all :-) (smut warning obviously)
I’m tired. I can feel the familiar ache in my body. I want nothing more than to go home and sleep for hours on end with no interruption. “C'mon, love, lets go.” I whine into Harry’s ear. His arm that is wrapped around my hip tightens, “okay, hold on.” He absentmindedly replies. I huff out. I don’t want to hold on. What the hell am I supposed to hold on to anyways? I notice a chair on the other side of the room and I instinctively follow to it.
When I am seated, I rest my head against the wall and close my eyes.
“Alright, up you get. It’s time to go, yeah?” Harry awakes me from my quick nap, a whine slips from my lips as I’m placed on my feet. “No.” Harry chuckles lowly as he bends down and urges me to get on my back. A sleepy smile etches on my face as I climb onto him. He stands up with ease. My head falls onto his shoulder as I fall asleep with Harry’s scent lingering around me.
It’s hot. I can feel sweat seeping through my shirt.
My eyes open and adjust to the darkness. The clock reads three-thirty A.M., I can hear Harry’s breathing next to me. It’s relaxing. His arms are pulled under his pillow as he lies his head on it, curly hair flopping over. His mouth is slightly ajar, and I can’t help but look at his lips. They are such a nice shape, they’re so pink and full. The shirt I have on is soaked through with sweat as I peel it off my scorching body. The cool air soothes my skin and I sigh with relief.
With my head back onto my pillow, I continue to stare at sleeping Harry. How can one human have so much beauty to them? Not just his looks either, he has a
beautiful soul as well.
My eyes skim back to his lips. God, his lips. If only they were kissing me right now. Down my neck, onto my collar bone. Biting and nipping, leaving a hickey in its place.
I play with the idea of waking him up just to do that, but he needs his sleep. When I make up my mind to be a good girlfriend, I groan and roll over. I hate that I’m a good person sometimes. My head is still spinning with the thought of Harry kissing me all over as I close my eyes and try to sleep.
Minutes pass before I huff out and grab my phone.
Looks like I’m not going to be sleeping tonight. One perk of having a famous boyfriend is that I can look up smut about him and totally try it the next time we have sex. And that’s what I do.
I head over to my Tumblr app and type in “Harry Styles smut”. The first thing that pops up is an ask. The ask reads “OKAY but imagine riding harry’s thigh i Am HURT. You would grind down on him and it would hit your clit just right and his hands would leave marks on your hips and he could feel you soaking through his jeans, and he just gets off to you getting off FUCK”.
Okay what in the hell is thigh riding and why am I so wet now? My mind starts racing after smut with thigh riding involved. I’ve never heard of thigh riding, but I’m already liking it.
I stay up a few more minutes, maybe hours, who really knows? Looking at smut that includes thigh riding. I’m aching for the feeling of it right now. My internal conflict is raging inside me and I think I have to wake Harry.
The sleeping boy next to me looks so peaceful. How could I wake him up just to ride his thigh? I can feel myself pulsing for this feeling. “Fuck.” I groan out, I can’t wait any longer. My hand starts to shake his sleeping body, “Harry.” All he does is let out a soft groan. This is going to be harder than I thought.
With a swift pull from the covers, both of our bodies are uncovered.
Harry is naked from his hips up and he looks fucking great. The tattoos sprawled across his toned body never looked so appealing in my life. I want to run my tongue over everyone of them. Black shorts that were around my hips fall off with a swift motion from my arms, my underwear following. Fire is in my veins. Harry visibly shutters from the loss of the covers but I climb on top of him to bring him warmth.
"Y/N?“ He mutters, his voice raspier and deeper from sleep. Fuck, I’m literally dripping for this green eyed man. “Baby, I want to try something..” I say while unleashing kisses to his jaw and neck. “At-” He stops to check the time, “5:47 in the morning?” Huh, guess I was looking at smut longer than I thought. “Yes baby, please, I’m literally dripping for you. Plus, you have to get up an hour anyways for work.” I moan out, I can already feel his erection through his pajama pants.
“Well if you insist.” He smirks. “What did you want to try?” He sits up holding me in his lap. My legs are by each of his hips and his large hands are roaming my back, hips, and thighs.
“Well it’s kinda weird, but I really want to try it.” I tug my lip into my teeth, nervously awaiting his response. “Yeah? What’s it then love?” “Well- I- just- let me show you. Take off your pants.” I instruct with a shaky voice, he obliges as he lifts me off his lap. He is left in his tight boxer briefs.
I manage to mount back onto his lap, positioning myself over his left thigh. “What’re you doing babe?” Harry asks me with puzzlement in his eyes. “Just..” I moan out as I begin to move hips on his lap. The contact of my clit to his thin boxers form incoherent moans.
Harry’s hands move to my hips, gripping them. “Oh so you like thigh riding, huh?” Harry’s voice is like gravel on a road sending me to move faster as his hands insinuate rapid movements. My head nods feverishly as he moves me faster. I feel his lips attach to my breasts, sucking lightly.
Curls are in my hands as I rock back and forth in his thigh. Cotton boxers against my clit work expertly together with the collaboration of my movements and Harry’s lips. Pleasure is racing through me leaving a beating heart and restless moans. Thoughts are construed in my mind as I try to piece together all the overwhelming things that are enveloping around me. Fuck, I’m so close. “Harry…” I moan out and he gets the hint. His inked hands grip my love handles tighter and my moves pick up pace as we move with the rhythm of an imaginary tempo. “Come for me.” Harry barely whispers in my ear as he adds a nibble to my ear lobe and before I can stop myself, I am sent over the top.
An orgasm rattles through me with blacked out vision and shaking hands. Spearmint surrounds me as my head collapses into Harry'a shoulder. “I didn’t know you were into that.” Harry’s voice flows out to me and I laugh, “Yeah I didn’t either.”
The clock now reads six-fifteen.
Before Harry can react, I roll off of him and fall into my spot on our bed. The covers are pulled up over me, I hum in response. “Get some sleep, my angel.” Are words I hear before I drift off.