Izuku and Bakugou attend a 5-year reunion for their 3rd-year junior high class!
So they’re like, 19/20. Only a year or two out of UA. Haven’t really established names for themselves in the hero world yet. Probably still working as sidekicks at other heroes’ agencies.
And it’s not like, an official reunion or anything.
More just a bunch of old friends hanging out, wanting to see how each other are doing.
And they invite Deku because like, lol they need entertainment, right? And what could be better than harassing the kid they used to bully all the time in school. It’s not like he could’ve done anything useful with his life.
So imagine, it’s like half an hour past the established meeting time. Almost everyone they’re expecting has already arrived.
Then, Bakugou walks into the restaurant they’re all at, and he’s talking and laughing with someone his old classmates can’t recognize.
He’s tall, with short black curls and a friendly face. He’s built sturdy, and looks to be well on his way to All Might’s physique. He walks with an enviable confidence that matches Bakugou’s, and his shining green eyes are friendly and intelligent.
He’s probably one of Bakugou’s heroics friends from school or from the agency he works at, they all assume. Which isn’t bad or anything, a lot of them have brought significant others or close friends along with them. The more the merrier, right?
They turn out to be both right, and horribly wrong at the same time.
“What’s up, asshats?” asks Bakugou as he walks up to the group, a shark-like grin on his face.
A couple of people roll their eyes at his language, but let it go with mutters of “classic Katsuki.”
“So, what took you two so long?” asks one girl from the table next to theirs after they’ve both sat down.
Virtually everyone is listening in, because as rookie heroes, the two of them are by far the most interesting ones there.
Bakugou just rolls his eyes.
“Work ran late,” he says. “Nothing super exciting or anything, just villain cleanup. And then when I went to pick this asshole up, he decided to be a diva and take forever to finish getting ready.” And then, with an eye roll and a conspiratorial stage whisper, Bakugou adds, “He has a date after this.”
“Oh fuck off, Katsuki,” the other guys says, shoving at Bakugou’s face with one hand while he texts on his phone with the other. “Or did you forget you and Kirishima are coming with us?”
Bakugou just snickers, batting his hand away. “The difference between us, Deku, is that I don’t still get like a nervous schoolgirl whenever my boyfriend so much as looks at me. How long have you and the ice bastard been going out now?”
Suddenly, there’s an audible gasp from everyone in their group, the revelation of Bakugou being not-straight taking a backseat to the fact that, holy shit, the guy with him is fucking none other than-
Izuku flinches a little at the volume of the outcry, then turns to look at them all with a bewildered expression.
“Yeah…?” he asks, confused.
And meanwhile Bakugou just bursts out laughing because damn, he had expected this, but it’s still the most hilarious thing ever.
“Since when did you get…” one of them starts to say, only to be elbowed in the ribs by a friend, and they immediately shut up as their brain catches up with their mouth. “…get to be so close with Katsuki?” they improvise, smiling awkwardly. Bakugou, whose expression had suddenly gotten dangerous, relaxes then, and they thank god that they hadn’t blurted out their original thoughts after all.
“Uh…when he suddenly became a decent person?” asks Izuku, grinning cheekily at his friend.
Bakugou rolls his eyes and huffs sulkily, but doesn’t do anything to deny that he used to be…not so good.
“It’s amazing what good role models and supportive friends will do in improving someone’s shitty, toxic attitude. Now, Bakugou’s at least a lovable asshole instead of just an asshole.”
Bakugou still doesn’t say anything but he’s starting to look like he’s pouting.
Izuku seems intent on trying to rile him up.
“It’s such a relief too,” he says, eyes mischievous. “I mean, we wouldn’t another Endeavor on the loose, am I right?”
“YOU FUCKING SHUT THAT WHORE MOUTH, DEKU!” Bakugou immediately shouts then, little explosions going off in his hands as he slams the table they’re sitting at. “You can say whatever you want about me, but don’t you fucking dare compare me Endeavor ever again or I swear to All Might I will-”
And his old classmates just stare at him, mouths agape.
Not because he’s shouting at Izuku or anything. That’s not anything new.
But because Izuku is just laughing at him, not looking the least bit tense.
Bakugou’s voice may be loud, but there’s nothing aggressive in his body language and even when he’s shouting, the way he says Deku has changed so drastically.
There’s none of the scorn or contempt from their junior high days.
The way he says Deku is less like an insult, and more like a fond nickname.
And that, more than anything, shows just how much their old classmate has changed.
Request// I’d like to request a Klaus x reader where he turns the reader because they’re in love and they sleep together and it’s her first time and fluff please
*I’ve separated the smut from everything else with an ‘x’ so you can still read it even if you don’t wanna go through the naught parts! So sorry to the anon who sent this to me. I started it but then got distracted by the Derek week that just ended. Just know that I really really love getting requests from you guys! Please keep asking for stories and I’ll keep trying to write them to the best of my capabilities*
To most, Klaus had been the monster that scared small children and the myth that lurked in the shadows. The only that wrong with their assumptions was that he wasn’t a myth at all. He had been alive and well for centuries and how somehow ended up with you. You had met a year earlier at a ball in New Orleans and ever since, you had been captivated by one another. Klaus once thought of it as a hex by a vengeful witch but you had thought of it as fate.
You and Klaus were polar opposites. Where he craved vengeance, you pushed for peace and when he demanded blood to rain through the streets, you were the only light that could bring him back from his darkest hours. You were his Persephone and he was your Hades.
“Tell me another story, Klaus,” you whispered into his ear as your laid against him.
“What do you want to hear about this time?” His body moved closer towards you as your fingers wandered through his hair.
“I want to hear about life in the 1920s.”
“The Roaring 20s, eh?” You could feel a low chuckle run through his stomach.
“That’s what they call it, nowadays.”
“I was a different back then, love,” he said quietly. “If you think that I’m dangerous now,you couldn’t bare to see me decades ago.”
“Well, then,” You turned his face to look towards you and gave him a friendly smile. “How about just the good parts?”
He swallowed and took a moment to think before answering. “There was no other decade like the 20s. The first World War had just ended and the cities were exhilarating, always stirring with life. Alcohol had been abolished in 1920, but if you knew the right people, you could still get your hands on it.
“What really made the decade so exciting was the clubbing. That’s when people really came to life. Big bands played for hours on end and flappers danced the night away. Somedays, I wish I could go back to those moments.”
“I wish I had the chance to experience the 20s.”
“You still have decades upon decades to experience, Y/N. Don’t get caught up in the past, especially if it’s not your own.” He smiled down at you as he teased you.
You try to smile back, but the enthusiasm wouldn’t stick. “That’s the thing Klaus..”
“What is it, love?”
“I… I want to spend years with you.”
He looked worried, knowing your words ran deeper than he could see. “And it would be my honor to spend the years with you.”
“In fact,” you pulled him closer, bringing his forehead to yours. “I would love to spend eternity to you.”
Summary: You’ve no idea how to look after fish, and after coming under the unexpected ownership of some, you need some help - and the help is cute as hell. Scenario: fluff, petstore!AU Word Count: 5,168
I was blessed to meet this lil cutie the other day. wanted to get a nice picture of those beautiful green eyes but she refused to sit still and look at me properly, too busy rubbing her face on the furniture. super friendly though! really wish I could take her home with me :’-(
Jen, Jen, Jen, I was seriously empty-handed when I went to bed. I was gonna message you tomorrow and tell you that I owed you a birthday fic when my brain was back online, and then I had this dream.
I literally just banged this out, dear. It’s probably riddled with errors. Also, this is my first AOS Spock, and my first reader x Spock, so bear that in mind. I’m not sure how you feel about tattoos, either.
Warnings: extremely vague (super vague) references to mild sexual activity. Not very angsty, either. I don’t think I even curse in this one!
“You have a tattoo,” Spock says carefully. Dark eyes flicker ever so briefly across your skin, and you shudder despite the heat of the Risan sun.
You shift back, folding your arms into your chest as if to conceal the dark loops of ink that dance gracefully across your ribs. “I do,” you say softly, though it’s hardly an admission - the tattoo has been on display for all to see at the beach. You feel your cheeks burning, which is weird. You’ve never been self-conscious of it; in fact, you hardly think of it anymore.
It’s etched innately into your skin, a familiar, natural part of you.
“When?” To the uninformed observer, Spock’s voice could be considered sharp.
(Y/N) (L/N) didn’t have many friends. At least, she didnt until the mysterious disappearance of Jason Blossom.
Jason Blossom’s disappearance-turned-murder had turned (Y/N)’s life completely upside down. She had been down by Sweetwater River the night of the school dance, the night when Jason’s body was discovered.
She had gone to the dance with Reggie Mantle, her best friend. They had been friends since kindergarten, and he protected her fiercely, never letting Chuck or any of the other guys put her in the playbook. When Reggie had noticed Chuck looking (Y/N) up and down as they were dancing, he decided it was time to leave. Instead of dropping her off at home, he had dropped her off at Sweetwater River, knowing that the girl had a tendency to wander around.
She had been relaxing on a rock, knees hugged to her chest, when she heard two voices coming towards her. She had gotten up and turned on her phone’s flashlight, pointing it at the new arrivals.
The young girl chuckled before noticing Moose behind him. She gave Kevin a knowing look as she talked, “So, what brings you guys here?”
“We were just gonna go for a swim,” Moose replied hesitantly. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Mantle?” He asked, walking past her.
She shook her head. Kevin grabbed her by the wrist as he dragged her along with him. “Oh god (Y/N). Don’t leave me,” he said, rolling his eyes at Moose.
They walked down the river bank until (Y/N) tripped on something. It was a shoe.
A shoe that belonged to the once living Jason Blossom.
Getting interrogated by Sheriff Keller after finding Jason Blossom’s dead body tends to draw a lot of attention to an individual, and lucky for (Y/N), she had managed to draw the attention of Riverdale’s very own super sleuth. A boy by the name of Jughead Jones.
She had also gained the attention of Betty Cooper, who had taken it upon herself to befriend the (H/C) girl. Luckily for both of them, they clicked and soon, B & V became B & V & (Y/I). (Y/N) began spending a lot of time at the Cooper’s residence, often staying there for long periods of time. She still hung out with Reggie, but he understood that she needed a female friend to talk to.
By being associated with Betty, (Y/N) quickly became integrated with the rest of her friends. Her and Archie got along marvelously, and she had a good friendship with both Veronica and Kevin. Jughead, on the other hand, was more curious about the mystery of Jason, although he couldn’t quite figure out why this girl intrigued him so much.
Pretty soon, Betty garnered both (Y/N) and Jughead’s help in restarting the Blue & Gold and they all began chasing after the truth, (Y/N) especially due to the fact that she had discovered the body. Her and Jughead often worked together and Jughead found that this worked out perfectly for him, as he could now get any information about Jason’s discovery from her.
He quickly realized she didn’t have much to say on the topic, but a beautiful friendship had formed.
It was only when they went to visit Polly, Betty’s sister, that (Y/N) realized that her feelings for Jughead had grown from friendship to something more.
“What if I really am crazy?” Betty asked. She was lying down on her bed as (Y/N) paced across her room. Betty’s parents had put them both on house arrest, seeing as they had gone to see Polly.
“Bets, you’re not crazy,” (Y/N) sighed.
“Fine, fine,” Betty said. She quickly sat up as a thought came to her mind. “What’s going on with you and Jughead?”
“What?” (Y/N) questioned as she turned to the blonde haired girl. “Nothing’s going on there. We’re friends.”
Betty smirked. “Those looks you two give each other are anything but friendly.”
(Y/N) looked down as she felt her face grow hot. “So maybe I have a teensy crush on Jughead,” she admitted.
“I knew it!” The blonde haired girl exclaimed, jumping up. “I knew you liked each other.”
“Betty, chill,” (Y/N) said. “He probably doesn’t like me back.”
“He does. I’m sure of it. You should tell him!”
(Y/N) looked out the window before looking back at Betty, “I’ll think about it. Hey, you’re parents are gone.”
Betty brightened up even more, “Great. I’ll go grab some food while they’re gone.”
Betty had been gone for about 20 minutes when (Y/N) heard knocking on the window. She had been lying on Betty’s bed and quickly sat up, only to see Jughead at the window.
(Y/N) quickly rushed over and opened the window, laughing slightly at Jughead.
“Hey there, Juliet,” Jughead said, red spreading across his face as he saw (Y/N). “Nurse off duty?”
“Jug, what are you doing here?” (Y/N) asked as she helped him climb in.
“I came to check up on you guys.”
Betty walked in at the wrong moment. (Y/N) was helping Jug get his balance and he was leaning heavily on her.
“So…what are you two doing?” Betty asked.
“Jughead here,” said (Y/N), motioning to Jug, “Came to check up on us.”
She made sure to emphasize the word ‘us’, not noticing Jughead frown as she did.
‘Maybe she doesn’t like me the way I thought she did’ he thought to himself.
Betty faltered at both her words and his expression as she brought up the pizza she was holding.
“Who’s hungry?” She asked.
(Y/N) and Jughead exchanged smiles. “I’ll go get plates and napkins,” the (H/C) girl said.
It had taken her less than five minutes. Less than five minutes to get plates and napkins and head back upstairs.
She was happy, they had managed to talk to Polly and now she was going to spend the afternoon with two of her favorite people.
She stopped abruptly as she got to Betty’s room. There, in the middle of the room, stood Jughead and Betty, kissing. Jughead held her face so gently, as though she’d break if he held on any tighter.
They hadn’t noticed (Y/N)’s presence until she dropped the plates she was holding and they shattered. The two teens sprung apart as they heard the noise, turning around to see (Y/N) bend down and picking up the shards whilst muttering apologies.
“I’m sorry guys, I didn’t know,” she said. Jughead bent to help her and as he they reached for the same piece, she flinched, cutting herself with the porcelain and leaving a long, deep cut on her hand.
“Oh shit,” she cursed. She quickly got up and turned to Betty. “Uh Betty, I have to go. Reggie just texted me, he needs my help with something. I’ll see you guys later.”
“Wait, (Y/N), your hand,” Jughead began. He flinched as the (H/C) girl looked at him with tears in her eyes. He had fucked up. Badly.
“I’ll be fine,” she muttered, looking down. “I’ll get Reggie to help me.”
All she could hear was Betty and Jughead calling after her as she ran down the stairs and left the house. She couldnt believe she had been so stupid as to waste time and feelings on someone like Jughead Jones. Of course he would choose Betty over her. As she reached the door, she felt someone pull her back. Jughead.
“Listen Jug, I gotta go,” she wouldn’t look at him. “Go back to Betty,” she said sofly. “I’ll see you at school.”
As she left, Jughead groaned and kicked the wall before heading back upstairs. Betty was in tears as she turned around and showed him (Y/N)’s phone. She had no texts from Reggie whatsoever.
Wow guys. Two posts in one day. Heck yeaaaaa. Anyways, I got this idea after watching episode 6. Hope y'all like it.
summary: You and Peter are always in competition with one another to see who’s smart enough to come out on top. But once you get paired with your “enemy” for a large project, you find out that there’s way more to Peter Parker than meets the eye.
pairings: peter parker x reader
word count: 1.7k
a/n: this was the cutest shit to write y’all, i’m telling you. i missed writing fics with my precious peter in them. xx
You twirled your pen restlessly in between your fingers while listening intently for your chemistry teacher to announce who got the highest grade on the test last week. You had studied for hours, weeks on end, to come out on top of this one–you were not going to let Parker take it from you this time.
The two of you had all of your classes together, much to your dismay. You were always the best, always the smartest, until this semester started and this kid began giving you a run for your money. Every class became a contest to see who was better.
Your eyes flickered over to where he sat in the row next to you, and he was just as on edge as you were–his hands tightly gripped the edge of his desk. Before you could return your gaze to the front of the class, his eyes suddenly moved to meet yours.
NOTE: Okay, first of all I apologize it took forever to write this. Second of all I apologize for this being hot mess. I changed the sex part like six times and it’s still not how I wanted it to be. I read it like four times to make sure there aren’t any misspellings but I probably missed some.
“Your place or mine?”, I heard whisper in my ear as I was packing my stuff after the game.
“So you did not forget?”, I asked.
“Hey, Y/N, we made a bet, remem…”, he stopped cause few people wanted to high five him.
He was indeed the star of today’s game. For the first time I saw him not with his typical cocky grin, but with sincere smile, full of joy, and because it wasn’t everyday view I stared at him for a little bit.
“So, how about…”, he started but again someone interrupted.
“Good game, Monty”, some girl stood next to us and literally done hair flip. I rolled my eyes and went back to packing, when she put her hand on Montgomery’s arm. “See you at Bryce’s party tonight?”
“Sure”, he said and eyed her up and down as she walked away.
“I think you don’t have to worry about getting laid for another month”, I said standing next to him.
“I knooow”, he bit his lower lip. “Don’t think it’ll make me forget about our bet. See you at Bryce’s?”
“Umm, no actually. It would be party third week in the row, my mum wouldn’t be too happy about that”
“What about…”, he started protesting.
“I said you gonna get third base”, I said moving closer to him, so no one could hear us, “I didn’t say it’s gonna be tonight.”
“Bye, Monty”, I waved at him as I was walking away.
20 minutes later I was in home. My parents went to the restaurant with Jeff’s parents, as our mums are best friends, but mum still made me pancakes. I took plate and fork, pour some milk to the glass and went to the living room to eat dinner in front of tv. I finished eating, was watching tv, still in my cheerleader suit, when my parent came back.
“Oh, honey, you’re here”, my mum said, she was in very giggly mood.
“I’m your only child, what did you expect?”.
“You’re not going to the party?”, she asked. “Jeff called, he said the game was amazing, they won and that there is party at Bryce’s house”
“Yes, game was great, they won and yes, there is a party, but I’m not coming. Is she drunk?”, I asked my dad.
“What do you mean you’re not coming?”, mum didn’t give him a chance to response.
“Cause, it would be third week in a row? Wouldn’t you be mad at me partying every week?”, I looked at her suspiciously.
“Whaaat? No, go to the party, have fun, show some team spirit”, dad said and punched my arm.
I stared at them for few seconds.
“Oh my God, you’re both drunk!”, I stood up from the couch.
Instead of answering they started getting very touchy.
“Sweetie, you’re going to the party or not? Me and dad can spend one evening alone, don’t you think?”.
“Are you going to… bang?”
They started giggling again.
“Okay, you know what, I’ll go to the party, cause I’m afraid otherwise you’ll have to send me for psychotherapy, just please give me 30 minutes before you start doing another baby”, I said as I went upstairs.
I took a quick shower, made my make up again, did my hair in half bun using hella a lot of dry shampoo and put on some dress and white low converse. I was about to leave, but came back to my wardrobe, and changed my underwear for matching black lacy one.
I came down stairs and went to the door, covering side of my face so I wouldn’t accidentally see what is happening in living room.
“I’m leaving, please don’t do this in my bedroom! Bye”, I said as I grabbed my car keys.
“Someone has to!”, my dad shouted after me when I was closing the door.
“I think I’m gonna throw up”, I mumbled and went to the car.
20 minutes later I parked at Bryce’s driveway, or more on the lawn, cause there were a lot of cars.
One deep breath and I got inside, looking around for any friendly faces.
“Y/N! You came!”, Jessica, already drunk - shocking, threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.
“Yeah, my mum kinda kicked me out of the house for the night”, I chuckled.
“Well, hello, jelly shot?”, Justin came up to us.
“No, thanks, I’m driving”, I shrugged my arms.
“Whaaaat? Girl, you’re killing the party!”, Foley moaned.
“I think I’m gonna live with that”, I patted his arm.
“Y/N, you’re here?”, Jeff gave me bear hug from behind.
“Your parents”, I turned around to face him and pointed at him, “are never going out with my parents again”.
“Why? What happened?”, he asked amused.
“My parents came home wasted and right now they’re probably making another baby.”
“Booo, you’re jealous because your parents have sex life and you don’t”, Justin put his arm around me. “Don’t worry, babe, we’re gonna find you someone to bang”, he started looking around.
“Jess, aren’t you gonna react at your boyfriend’s arm around me?”, I asked.
“No”, she snorted. “You know each other since kindergarten and you’re my friend”.
“Right, but still, this goes here”, I took Justin’s hand and put it on Jessica’s ass. “And I go for something to drink”, I pointed at the kitchen.
“Pour some alcohol in there, you can leave your car here!”, Justin shouted to me.
I went to the kitchen and surprise, surprise, Montgomery was there pouring himself some drink.
“Hey”, I stood next to him.
“Well, looks who’s here”, he smiled. “I knew you would come, you thirsty babygirl”
“Are you drunk? Cause I’m too sober for your weird, specific pick up lines”, I looked at him disgusted.
“Not that much drunk, just in the good mood. You want something?”
“Just coke, I’m driving.”
“Boooooring”, he said while pouring coke to the red cup. “By the way, I’m gonna keep my third base with you for another day, because I made new female friend today“.
I looked around and saw girl across the room, smiling at Monty even though he wasn’t looking at her.
“It’s ok”, I said taking my drink from him. “Me and my matching underwar will find another company”.
He freezed for a moment.
“What did you say?”, he asked.
“What?”, I looked at him innocently.
“The.. The thing about underwear”, he started stuttering.
“Matching. Underwear”, I said clearly. “Yeah, it’s all black and lacy, all because of that dress, you could see every line through it if I wear something different”, I was obviously lying, no lines were visible through that dress.
Didn’t really matter cause he already wasn’t listening to me, just looking at like he wanted to undress me with his vision.
“Have fun with your new friend, bye”, I waved in front of his face and walked away.
I spent next hour walking around, talking to people, glancing at Monty from across the room and walking away as soon as he started going towards me. But I couldn’t hide when he came up to me with Bryce, Zach and Justin.
“We need to ask you for a favour”, they said.
“I’m listening”, I crossed my arms at my chest.
“We need Monty’s shisha”.
“What it has to do with me, I don’t have it”, I looked at them confused.
“We know, silly”, Justin ruffled my hair. “It’s at Monty’s house.Will you please drive him, so he can take it?”
“Please”, they said at the same time.
“Whatever, I can go”, I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Monty”.
We went to the car, he didn’t say anything until we got inside.
“You know where to drive?”, he asked.
“I was at your birthday last year, I know were you live”, I said withdrowing from the driveway.
“Right, you were”, he nodded his head.
“So how’s your new friends?”, I asked.
“She’s okay”, he slowly nodded his head again. “Nothing to brag about, but nothing to be too embarrassed either.”
“Wow, you’re nice”.
I pulled up my dress a little higher when I was scratching my thigh and, on purpose or not, didn’t pull it down after I was down.
“Something itches?”, Monty glanced at my leg. “You know, I’m a great scratcher”.
“Oh I bet you are, but I’m good, thanks”, I patted his leg.
“You enjoy it, don’t you?”, he asked. “Teasing, innuendos…”
“I do innuendos with everyone since I was like fourteen”, I interrupted him.
“Understatements, smirking, glances”, he continued. “You like it”
“I already told you. There might be some tension between us, but you know, it’s that age, hormones and everything, doesn’t mean anything", I said avoiding looking in his direction.
“No, no, no. I want you to admit that you like it”.
“Fine, I like it!”, I admitted not only to him, but also to myself. There was no point in lying. “It’s just… It’s about you”.
“Keep going”, he encouraged me to talking.
“You’re a bully. And an asshole. And a dick sometimes. And I just… I don’t see myself with someone like you. No offence”.
“Jesus, woman”, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not a relationship type. I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m just offering you some fun from time to time.”
“And how exactly would this work?”, I asked. “If I said ‘yes’, I’m not saying, but if I would”.
“Then we’d meet and have sex once in a while. That’s what friends with benefit do”.
I nodded my head without saying anything.
“We’re not really friends, Monty”, I rippled my nose after like a minute. “I mean we sure know each other for I don’t know how many years, but we just hang out with the same people”.
“Does ‘fuck buddies’ describe it better for you?”, he sighed.
“I’m not really hook up type of girl”, I could see he was fed up with all my questions but it definitely didn’t make me wanna stop.
He closed his eyes and grabbed bridge of his nose. “You’re killing me”, he mumbled.
“Thank you! You’re the second person today, who told me that!”, I said with a smile as I stopped car on his driveway. “Okay, go and take what you need”.
“Come on, you’re not gonna sit alone in a car”, he said and got out of the vehicle.
“It’s okay, I’ll wait”, I said bit louder, so he could hear me while he was walking around the car. “It’s very dark inside”, I noticed no lights inside were on.
“My parents are out of town, there’s nobody inside”, he said and opened my door.
I sighed as I gave up and left the car. I followed him, Monty took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door.
“I’ll be right back”, he said as he turned on the light and went upstairs.
I looked around and saw plenty of photos of Monty all over the place - on the walls, on cabinet, on shelves, above the fireplace. The place was very pretty, it was visible that Monty’s parents have a lot of money, but it still looked cosy.
I realised I felt weird feeling of anticipation in my stomach, probably caused by the fact that lately Montgomery tried to put his hands all over me everytime we were alone and I was actually curious if he’s gonna try this time too.
“Got it!”, he said running down the stairs.
“I was wondering…”, I started and tilted my head to one side. “About this whole fuck buddies thing…”
“Yeah?”, typical smirk showed up on Monty’s face.
“If we both said ‘yes’ to this, you should know a few things”, I walked by him and went to the kitchen.
“Such as?”, he asked as he leaned on the wall.
“Well, first of all, it must, stay a secret, we both have reputation, right?”
“Right”, he nodded in agreement not taking his eyes off of me.
“Second”, I said as I sat on the kitchen counter, “I’m not into any weird kinks”.
“Yet to be discovered”, he was slowly taking step after step towards me.
“No hickeys. At least in visible places”.
“I will try my best”, at this point he was standing in front of me, with his hand on my sides.
“I usually don’t wear matching lacy underwear”, he was so close, that I could only look at his lips.
“We don’t even know yet if I like you in lacy underwear”, his hands started rubbing my thighs up and down.
“Are you gonna check if you like it?”, I wrapped my hands around his neck.
“I think I’m again gonna have to make you shut up”, he spreaded my legs and got between them.
“Yes, please”, I said as I pulled his lips to mine.
kisses always were raw, rough, deep with lots of tongue action. There
were no place for sweet, innocent kisses because that’s how affection is
made and we do not want this. His hand on the back of my neck, his lips
were moving sloppily down my jaw.
“One more thing”, I whispered.
“What?”, he said still kissing my neck.
“I’m a sucker for those neck kisses”.
“Yeah, I figured last time”, I could feel smile on his lips against my skin.
I tangled my fingers into his hair while his hands were going all over my back. I
wrapped my legs around him and pull myself closer. He grabbed me by the
back of my thighs, pulled up a little bit and started walking to the
“We’re moving this party upstairs”, his hands went higher to my ass.
He was slowly carrying me upstairs, kissing for the whole time, while I
was pushing my upperbody to him just in case I could get even closer.
Finally we got into his room, he closed the door with a kick, turned and
pinched me against them.
“Now I’m gonna examine your underwear”, he started pulling up my dress.
“Zipper”, I mumbled under my breath.
Monty took two steps back, put me on the floor, his hands were all over my
“Where the fuck is this shit?”, he turned me to see my back.
“On the left”, I giggled slightly.
He unzipped me while kissing my neck.
“It’s very pretty dress, but we don’t need”, he threw it somewhere.
He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap. Monty gently took my hair away
from my face and and looked at me up and down.
“It’s really, really nice underwear, but you won’t need in a moment
either”, he said kissing my neck.
“It’s really nice shirt”, my hands went down his abs, “ but you
definitely don’t need it. Take it off”, I said as a leaned back a little
bit, placing my hands on his knees for a support.
He took his shirt off and threw it somewhere near bed, for the whole
time he was looking at me with hungry eyes.
He grabbed my ass, laid me on my back on his bed. He was hovering over me.
“You want this?”, he asked and sounded tiny bit concerned.
“Monty”, I snorted. “I’m lying under you wearing nothing but my lacy underwear, I think it’s pretty clear”, I said as I was touching his arm.
“I mean… You don’t do this because you feel pushed with all my talk and everything?”
As much as I liked new, caring side of Monty, I didn’t wanna see it that time.
“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, I asked and pulled him closer by his neck.
“Actually… I can’t”, he mumbled between kisses. “Cause this time, we’re doing this shit loud”.
“Fuck”, I mouthed as his kisses were going down my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach.
“Monty?”, I asked to make him a little disctracted.
“Yeah?”, he looked up.
“It’s your third base, why don’t you just enjoy the time?”
I used all my strength, and let’s say I didn’t need much, cause he
didn’t really resist, and turned as around so now I was on top.
I kissed his lips, his jaw, neck and went down and down whole his hands
were all over my body. When my kisses reached his pants I looked up to
see his face, eyes closed and biting bottom lip. I pulled up making sure
my ass rubbed his thighs very precisesly. I sat on his bulge and make a
few circles with my hips, his fingers clenched on me. I pulled myself
up a little bit and started unbelting and unzipping his pants painfully
slow. As soon as I started bringing them down, Monty quickly kicked them
off. I started rubbing inside of his thighs, gently kissed his length
through the boxers, I could feel shiver that went down his body.
“Fuck”, he mumbled.
I started kissing his abs, sucked on his collarbone. Suddenly he sat up,
put his hand at the back of my neck and left sloppy kiss on my lips.
“I like your pregame, but we don’t really have time for this”, he turned us around and again I was laying on my back and Monty was above me.
He kisses me down my neck, started massaging my breasts.
“They are beautiful”, he said while leaving kisses on each of them.
His kisses went down, he started kissing me through my panties.
“Oh my God”, I moaned.
“I know you like it, I can feel it”, he said while leaving kisses on the
inside of my thighs.
“Come here”, I grabbed his neck and pulled him up so he could kiss my
lips while I could reach his boxers and slide them down.
I put my hand on him and pumped it up and down.
“Fuck, Y/N”, he moaned with his lips at my neck.
His hand reached the nightstand next to bed and took condom.
He ripped the wrapping with his teeth and put it on.
“Now I’m going to fuck you”, he said while slowly sliding into me. “And I
want to hear you moan.”
I wrapped my legs around his hips, Monty started thrusting into me, first slowly, getting faster and faster.
“God, you feel so good”, he groaned.
I was a groaning mess under him, my hands were scratching all over his back. One of Monty’s hands was squizzing my breast for the whole time, his lips were kissing my neck. Everything felt so good, I bit and sucked his shoulder.
“Monty”, I put my lips to his ear. “Go deeper”.
He quickly grabbed one of my legs and put it over his shoulder.
“Fuck, babe”, he moaned under his heavy breath and started pounding faster.
One of my hands squizzed the sheets, while the second one was tangled in his hair.
“Mont, I’m… fuck…”, I couldn’t even finish a sentence, instead I digged my nails in his back.
Monty put my second leg on his shoulder and that’s when I lost it.
“Babe…”, he moaned.
Unlike Jessica’s bathroom last time, room was full of our heavy breaths and loud moans. I was on the edge, threw my head back with Monty’s name on my lips, my whole body started shaking. I clenched my Kegel muscles, the same moment Monty grabbed bedhead and came undone. Heavy breathing gently took my legs and placed them down, then collapsed next to me.
“You’re amazing”, Monty said trying to calm down his breath.
“You are too”, I whispered. “What time is it?”, I asked as I looked at my watch. “We probably should go”.
We got up, got dressed again, I went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, fixed my hair and went downstairs where Monty was already waiting for me.
“Okay, I agree”, I said as I grabbed my car keys and walked by him.
“Do you agree for what I think you agree?”, he asked excited while locking door. “You’ll finally have some fun.”
“Just try to not fall in love with me”, I laughed as I was getting in the car.