look at the smile and nod that escapes him the moment he realises what he's actually looking at

winter-and-little-brunettes  asked:

Oooo, for the prompt thing, what about Lance talking to Keith in a quiet moment where the BoM and Voltron are actually in the same room about why Keith really left... Like, what was the 'other' part of the reason Keith left? Lance probably thinks it has something to do with hiiimmmmmmm

Lance sits in the common room with Keith next to him. Their knees touch slightly. Lance sighs and listens to the sounds of Hunk hovering over something in the kitchen and Pidge entering some numbers into her laptop. Shiro confers quietly on the other side of the room with Allura, Kolivan, and a couple of other blades. The setting is familiar. It’s comfortable. Lance smiles to himself and turns to murmur something quietly to Keith when he pauses.

Ah. Of course. 

Where he eyes should meet shades of red he only sees purple. He sighs. Reality comes crushing back.

“Yes?” Keith waits expectantly. Lance shakes his head. His hand gently reaches out to lower Keith’s hood. His fingertips brush against his pale cheek. 

“God, pull this down when you’re in here. Your cool, mysterious act fools no one.” Lance smirks. Keith pulls his face away with a pout.

“Just hiding my mullet from you.”

“You gonna try to grow it into a sweet braid?” Lance sneers. He nods over to where Kolivan stands. “Get a super long one like Kolivan and whip your enemies with it?” He moves his head in slow arcs like he’s in a shampoo commercial. Keith frowns… then caves. He smiles shyly.

“No, that would be a huge disadvantage. Enemies could grab me by it.”

“You should tie your knife to the end of it and just SCHWING! SCHWIP!”

Keith laughs at Lance’s sound effects. He can’t remember the last time he laughed like this. 

“Keith! Are you paying attention?” Kolivan turns over his shoulder. Imposing and serious as always. 

“Yes sir!” Keith sits up. Kolivan nods, then resumes talking to Shiro. 

“Jeez,” Lance scoots close so that their sides are against each other. His breath fans against Keith’s ear.

“No fun allowed.”

“You don’t get to be leader by telling jokes.” Keith chuckles. He lets his head turn and he realises how incredibly close he is to Lance. Lance’s expression is relaxed and looks at Keith with lidded eyes and a lazy smile.

“Are you having fun?”

“W….what?” Keith’s pulse starts to hammer. Had he been caught staring.

“With the blades. Are you having fun there?” Lance’s eyes narrow curiously. Keith relaxes. He doesn’t pull away when Lance slides his arm behind him on the couch. 

“Fun is… not the word I’d use…”

“Come back then.”

“I can’t…”

“Keith…”

“Lance…” Keith sighs. “I’m needed there.”

“We need you here.”

“No you don’t, I’m superfluous. We have six paladins and only five lions. Shiro is a better leader than me so…”

“So I’ll sit out!”

“No!” Keith suddenly reaches for Lance’s arm. He grips it tightly. His eyes look panicked. “No I don’t want that.”

Lance scowls. His mouth forms a hard line and he pulls his arm away. 

“Is that what this is all about?” His voice is dangerously low. “You leaving just so I get a lion?”

“No! No!” Keith shakes his head aggressively. “Lance I…”

“Please, Keith please don’t be the reason you left.” This time it’s Lance that initiates the contact. He gently touches Keith’s thigh. It’s warm. Keith heaves out a long sigh.

“Lance… you are much more important to this team then you realise.” Keith picks up his gaze and forces a smile. “That day… when you came to me and told me about how we need our best paladins to make our strongest team?” He huffs a humourless laugh. 

“I never doubted that you would be in a lion. You are one of our best, Lance. I said to not worry about it, because I knew that you would always be in a lion. Maybe not blue, maybe not even Red but…” Keith smiles. He puts his hand on top of Lance’s. Lance stares dumbstruck.

“You’ll always be needed in Voltron.” Keith smiles wider. 

“We need you too.” Lance leans closer. Keith shakes his head.

“I’m just a pilot. And good at stabbing things, but you…” Keith leans forward. He dares to cup lance’s cheek with his hand. Lance blushes up to his ears.

“Lance you do things that I could never do. You lift the team up. You’re good with plans and knowing when to fight and when to run. You keep this team together.”

“Then why can’t I keep you?”

Keith’s hand drops. He feels floored. Air escapes his lungs in a rush. He blinks several times as he tries to compose himself. As he tries to build up his walls again in the face of Lance’s brutal honesty.

“I didn’t leave so you could stay.” He swallows. “But I knew I could leave, because the team still had you and Shiro.”

Lance pouts. He’s not satisfied but he knows this isn’t the place to argue. He falls forward until his head thumps against Keith’s shoulder.

“Come back in one piece, you hear?”

Keith wraps his arms around Lance’s middle. He tries to burn the feel of his jacket, the warmth, the weight against his chest into his memory. He isn’t sure when the next time he’ll be able to do this again. 

“I will.”

Lance chuckles. It surprises Keith.

“I can’t believe you’re not embarrassed hugging me in front of your new dad.”

“He’s not my new dad.”

“But do you think he’ll yell at you if he sees you getting sentimental?”

Keith hums.

“Yeah, but I’ll fight him.” He chuckles and squeezes Lance tighter.

“My money’s on Kolivan.”

“Hey,”

“Dude, you’re tiny. Have you seen you with the other blades? It’s hilarious.” Lance laughs into Keith’s chest. It’s warm and rumbles pleasantly. Keith smiles and melts further into the couch. 

I Love You

Prompt: Can you do a batsis imagine where she knows she’s going to die and she’s says her goodbyes and everyone thinks she’s just being sentimental and don’t take her seriously and are ‘ok, love you’. Until she’s actually dead do they realise that she knew she was going to die please? Thanks

Requested by: ANON

AN: Last week’s session produced some really angsty prompts, so enjoy.


    “Alfred, you make the best cookies.”

    The older man smiles, “A high compliment coming from you, Miss Wayne.”

    You smile and rest your head on the counter. You take in the sounds of Alfred’s cooking and the smell of food. The combination makes you feel safe. It reminds you of good times.

    Cracking your eyes open, you find Alfred smiling at you. You smile back and say, “I love you Alfred. You know that, right?”

    “Always, Miss Wayne. Always.”

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    You focus on the screen, determined to beat Tim into the ground. Sure enough, your car comes in first. You jump up and do a ridiculous victory dance before typing your name into the winner’s spot. Tim stares at you with a raised eyebrow. You stare back for a moment, before grabbing a pillow and whacking him in the head.

    It turns into an all out pillow fight. By the time you’re done, you’re both lying on the floor surrounded by feathers. You grin as Tim sneezes. Smiling you say, “I love you Tim, you know that, right?”

    He stares at you for a minute, “I figured that out the first time you let me win at Mario Kart.” You just smile.

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    You cling to Jason for dear life. You try to bury your head under the blanket, but the sound still gets through. Jason wraps an arm around your shoulders, “I don’t know why you put yourself through these movies.”

    You peek out from under the blanket, and find the television screen gore free, “‘Cause you love these horrible things.”

    He smiles, “Are you sure Bruce is your dad? You hate violence, gore, and anything remotely scary.”

    You smile, “He’s my dad, just like you’re my brother.”

    He smiles at you, “And you’re my little sister.” He pulls you close as another scary scene comes up.

    You bury your face in his shoulder and say, “I love you Jason.”

    “I love you too squirt.”

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    “This gelato is amazing.”

    Dick smiles at you, “Told you Blüdhaven isn’t that bad.”

    You roll your eyes, “It’s too far away.”

    “It’s thirty minutes away.”

    “Still too far.”

    “Anything outside the manor is too far for you.”

    “Which is why you should move home.”

    You both grin at each other, knowing that it won’t happen. Dick’s been gone for two years now, and as much as you miss him, you cherish these brother-sister days. He wraps you in a hug, careful of your gelato, “You’re welcome to come and visit anytime.”

    “Even if Barbara is over?” He hesitates, “What about Kori?”

    “Ummm…”

    “Oh, how about Zee?”

    He squeezes you tight before letting go, “You are welcome anytime.”

    You sigh, “I love you Dick, you know that right?”

    “I know, baby sister. Forever and always.”

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    You lean back in your seat and watch as your younger brother shifts gears, “I think you’re a fine driver.”

    “I’m better than you.”

    “A dog is better than me.” Damian smiles.

    “So what’s with sneaking out the Batmobile?”

    You shrug, “I like the looks on the bad guys’ faces as we drive by.”

    “Father will be mad if he finds out.”

    “He’s off world. He won’t find out.”

    “As long as we stay away from the martians.” Damian adds.

    You nod, “As long as we stay away from the martians.”

    There’s a moment of silence before you say, “I love you, Dami.”

    “I love you too.”

    You nod, “Good, then open this baby up, and let’s see what she can do!”

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    You wait for him to come in. You’re lying on the couch, draped in a blanket. He stares at you from the doorway, he looks at you as though he doesn’t know you. When you try to sit up, he motions you down. He walks over to you, and sits down next to you.

    You sit up enough that you can snuggle into his side. He strokes your hair for a moment, before he says, “You should have contacted me.”

    “You were off world.”

    “There are ways and you’re…”

    “Dying? Yep. Have been for over three months apparently.”

    “And there’s nothing?”

    You look up at your dad, “It’s too far gone. Nothing they can do. I checked. Double and triple checked.”

    “I would have come home. I would have spent time with you.”

    You smile up at him, “A lot of people would have died if you’d done that. Plus it gave me a chance to say goodbye to my brothers.”

    “Do they know?”

    You shake your head, “Nope. I don’t want them to.”

    He nods, and pulls you closer, “We can’t escape death.” He still doesn’t say anything.

“Be grateful, daddy.”

    “How the hell can I be grateful when you’re…?”

    You smile, “We get to say goodbye. I’m sorry that I have to leave you behind. I know you hate that, but… we get closure.”

    “Closure?”

    You nod, “You get to know that I’m not scared. That I’m leaving a lot of pain behind. You get to know that I love you. You get to hear it.”

    You feel tears drip onto your face, and you reach up to wipe a few off your father’s face, “I love you, daddy.”

    He’s crying now, “I love you too baby girl.”

    And with a smile you fall asleep.

Cheeky

Request from the lovely @crystalbaby12 for a Jax x Reader based on the following prompt:

#78 - “I need you to be my girlfriend for about 5 minutes.”

Sorry I didn’t include both prompts that you originally asked for!!! Hope you still like it x

Originally posted by journeyslegend

A whistle catches your attention, Jax smiling widely at you from across the room. Getting up, you move over to him, eye brows raised in question.

“Last time I checked, I’m not a dog. My name will do if you need my attention.” He continues to grin as you eventually end up smiling, a common reaction when faced with the man you love.

“I always need your attention, darlin.” he flirts, the playful banter a daily occurrence for the two of you. Though you expect it’s harmless on his end, you can’t help but fall deeper and harder for him, him having no idea about your feelings.

“Doesn’t everyone?” you ask sarcastically, moving to stand beside him, the two of you watching as Gemma and some of the others set the table, a family dinner about to take place. You had of course been invited, Gemma loving you like her own, you and Jax being as close as can be since the two of you met each other four years ago.

“You know how you love me?” Your heart stops for a moment, until your mind catches up and realise he’s just talking platonically, your face flushing all the same. “I need you to do me a favour.”

“Is that so? What’s in it for me?” you question, lifting your bottle of beer to your lips, Jax watching you intently. He continues to smile at you, the look of pure adoration as clear as day to outsiders. But not to you.

“Can’t you just help me out of the goodness of your pretty, pretty heart? You wound me.“ He places his hand on his chest, faux offense on his face. Rolling your eyes, you nudge his body with your own, your skin tingling at the connection.

“What do you need?” You wait for him to respond, genuine curiosity on your face. You had no idea what he needed from you, but knowing Jax, it wouldn’t be simple.

“I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.” The alcohol gets stuck in your throat at his request, an unattractive cough breaking out as you try to recompose yourself. Jax chuckles, shaking his head as he watches you with amusement, liking that he can catch you off guard after all this time.

“No way! I refuse to put myself through such torture.” you say, covering up for the fact that you’d actually love to be his girlfriend. Not just for five minutes, though. For a lot longer.

“You haven’t even heard my reasons yet!” he laughs, used to your stubborn behavior. He grabs your hand, his huge one covering your smaller one so perfectly, his skin warm and comforting as he leads you outside the back, the others not noticing as you slip away.

Once you’re outside, Jax pulls a cigarette from his pocket, offering you one in the process, you declining. “Those things’ll kill you, you know.”

“I’ve heard there’s quite a queue, they’ll have to get in line.” Jax jests, his lungs inhaling the nicotine before the smoke escapes from his lips, your fingers tightly gripping your bottle as you remind yourself to breathe.

“So, please entertain me. Why do you need me to fake date you? I’m sure you’re not short on potential candidates.” You hike yourself up onto the brick wall, your boots just about touching the floor.

“Straight to the point, as usual.” He takes a seat next to you, your thigh brushing his in such a delightful way. “My mom has invited some chick round, thinks we’d get on well.”

You feel like you’ve been punched in the gut, the thought of Jax with somebody else so painful even though you should be used to it by now, females seeming to be everywere he goes.

“You never know, you might like her. Your mom has good taste.” you encourage, trying to keep your expression as natural as possible, not wanting to let on how you really feel about this idea.

Jax shrugs, taking his last drag before throwing the stub to the floor, his eyes finding yours, you looking down from the intensity of his gaze. “Of course she has good taste. She’s been trying to hook us up for years.”

You smile into your lap, a red hot blush covering your cheeks as butterflies flutter in your stomach as Jax gauges your reaction.

“Is that so?” you challenge, the tension between the two of you rising as you look up at Jax, determined to hold his gaze as your faces stay only inches apart.

Jax hums in confirmation, his tongue running over his bottom lip. You break away, your eyes moving in front of you. His thigh moves from yours as he pushes himself off the wall, his body coming to stand in front of you as he pulls you up, you letting him.

“This is new.” you say as Jax pulls you closer to him, his hands resting on your back to keep you from moving away, not that you would. Nevertheless, you remain stiff, not wanting to make a move incase it’s too much.

Jax senses this, rolling his eyes dramatically, huffing as he leads your arms, placing them around his neck, his hands going back to where they were before as you’re pressed up against one another.

“Does that bother you?” he mumurs, the distance between you so small that even if he whispered, you’d hear it as clear as day. You shrug your shoulders shyly, your cheeks definitely a bright shade of red. “You’ve gotta get used to this if you wanna be convincing.”

You can’t control your change in moods as you realise Jax is only doing all of this so you’ll help him get rid of some chick, a sigh leaving your lips as you push at his chest, a confused expression on his face as he removes his grip from you, you stepping back to create distance.

“Is that all I’m useful for, hm? Helping you make excuses so your entourage backs off?” Jax goes to defend himself, you stopping him with your hand. “Save it, Jackson. Thanks for making it clear.”

“Making what clear? What are you talking about?” He grabs your wrist as you turn away, you snatching your arm back as if you’ve been burnt by his touch. He looks completely clueless as he studies you, you trying to compose yourself before you start blubbering in front of him.

“I’m talking about us!” you say, gesturing between the two of you. Sighing, you run your hand through your fringe, trying to think before you speak. “I get that I’m not enough for you, that all I’ll ever be is a friend. But really, asking me to be your girlfriend for five minutes before you drop me again? I’ll pass, thanks.”

“I didn’t think you’d mind! You’ve done it for me before-” Jax stops mid sentence, realisation hitting him in the face like a bus. You frown as he begins to smile, his tongue slipping out of his mouth slightly as he nods towards you. “You’re jealous aren’t you?”

You freeze for a moment, shock on your face, before you feign disgust. Scoffing, you cross your arms defensively. “You wish.”

“Don’t try and lie to me, don’t forget I know you better than anyone.” You curse under your breath as you realise you’ve stepped in a big pile of metaphorical dog shit, and you’re unable to see a way out of it. “You like me.”

“Obviously. You’re my best friend.” you say, trying to remain casual. Jax slowly moves closer to you, you moving backwards until you come into contact with the side of the house, the brick firm against your back. Jax continues to move as you stand, trapped, your palms sweaty due to your nerves.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” he teases, his hands being placed either side of your head as he boxes you in, his face hovering just above yours. “You like me, like me.

“What are you, twelve?” You keep your eyes focused on his, your anxiety almost getting the better of you. Your stomach flips when you see his gaze flick to your lips, you swallowing nervously.

He moves even closer to you, your eyes fluttering closed as he brushes his nose against yours, his breath fanning onto your lips. “I don’t hear any denial.”

“Just kiss me if you’re going to, you idiot.” You open your eyes quick enough to catch Jax with slight shock on his face, before you close them again at the feel of his lips upon yours. You grip his shirt in your fist as you enjoy the moment you’ve been dreaming about for years.

Jax sucks on your bottom lip teasingly, a moan erupting from inside of you. You’re embarrassed for a moment, that is until Jax moans in response, his hands sliding to your ass as he squeezes, lifting you up and pushing you against the brick.

“Guys-” Chibs’ voice interrupts the two of you, his sentence cut short as he sees how you’re occupied. He smirks, you red faced as Jax remains calm and collected. “Gemma is looking for you. No rush, though, take your time.”

He winks at the two of you before disappearing back inside, Jax still holding you as you wiggle to get down. Chuckling, Jax complies with your request, placing you carefully back on the floor. “Continue this later?”

You hum, slipping your fingers up his shirt, his skin warm as he flexes under your touch. Leaning up, you move to his ear, your hand drifting to the waistband of his boxers.

“We’ll see.” With that, you separate from him quickly, slipping back inside with a parting wink.

A/N - Longer than usual but I hope you guys liked it anyway! Xxx

Park Chanyeol//The Rhythm of Hate - Part 1

Summary: You hate each other, even though you’re soulmates. You try and stay away from each other, but a shared course and a project is determined to keep you two facing off. (Part 1/Part 2)
Scenario: Soulmate!AU, college!AU
Word Count: 5,924

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zimbits au wherein a run in with the lax bros leads to a run in with jack

Eric’s walking down the street, latte in one hand and phone in the other, only a very little bit lost on his spontaneous scenic detour to the library. He’s halfway through composing a tweet when several air-horns blast in his direction at once.

He swears, jumps about a mile out of his skin, and drops both his coffee and his phone.

The coffee, sadly, goes up before it comes down, and manages to splash all over his front before spilling across his shoes too. He quickly retrieves his phone from the pavement before it’s similarly attacked by the travelling coffee, and checks it over for damage. He sighs out when he sees it’s only a little scratched on the side of the case, and presses a palm to his chest to try and calm the furious beating of his heart.

He looks over to the house across the way, out of which several, men—actually, boys, Eric’s going to call them after that stunt—are laughing at him, and high-fiving each other. Eric flushes and screws his lips together, telling himself not to cry in front of them, not to give them the satisfaction.

“Hey! Dickfaces!”

Eric looks behind him to see a moustached man flipping the bird to the boys in the house across the street.

“Fuck off to your basement of inadequacy and wine coolers, you absolute shitfuckers.”

The boys don’t take his advice, but rather, blast their air-horns again which causes Eric to hunch up his shoulders.

“Hey, brah, you alright?” The man walks up to Eric and looks him over. “Shit, dude. They got you good.”

Eric sighs out, trying to keep his composure. “It’s alright. Thanks for telling them off.”

“Fucking LAX bros. I live for telling them off. Come on inside and I’ll help you clean up.”

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The Last Word

I was rewatching that episode of Community where Abed and Troy kept hitting each other with pillows because they didn’t want their friendship to be over, and I just kind of liked the idea of an argument stretching out ridiculously long just because 2 people don’t want to stop talking ^^

college AU.

read it here on AO3!

“Dean, this is Cas - Cas, Dean,” Jo said, calling over the thudding music in the bar where they were standing, propping up the bar. She had a hand on Dean’s shoulder, and she gave him a little shake. “I’ve been meaning to introduce you guys since forever. I just know you’re gonna get on great. Cas, Dean likes philosophy, and psychology - that kind of thing!”

“I’m, uh - an armchair philosopher at best,” Dean said, throwing Jo a look that said, as clearly as he could without words, don’t play me up too much. Cas, the guy standing in front of him, was quite clearly out of Dean’s league - tall, lean, with the looks of an Athenian hero and the expression of a Roman statue, chiselled and unsmiling. Dean took a hefty swig of his drink, and smiled charmingly.

Well, he thought, you never know until you’ve tried.

“So, are you a Freud or a Jung kind of guy?” he said. Jo clapped his shoulder and moved off, evidently satisfied with the opener and feeling as though her introductory duties were complete. Dean watched after her for a second as she went, taking her social skills with her.

It wasn’t that Dean was bad in social situations - it was only that when there was just him and an undeniably cute guy, things tended to get a little… flustered. Jo, on the other hand, was perfectly at ease, and good at smoothing over the stupid things his runaway mouth tended to say -

“You can go and talk to her instead,” said Cas, and Dean started and looked back at him guiltily. Cas’ expression was unreadable, watching him watch after Jo. “Please, feel no obligation to enjoy my company.”

Dean blinked. Cas raised his eyebrows.

“I’m, uh, I’m - uh,” Dean said, wrongfooted. “I was just -”

“And I think - Jung,” Cas said, cutting through his fumbling. “Freud’s theories are too rooted in misogyny and phobia to be of any interest beyond the influential and contextual, for me.”

Dean swallowed.

This is going great, said a little voice in his head.

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A/N: Okay, you guys. I just can’t wait any longer, I’m so excited to share this fanfiction (and this cover) with you all. I am so hyped! May I introduce? In a heartbeat.

Synopsis: Showing up on time for an important job interview is all you worry about when you rush through the streets of New York City on a sunny day, not expecting at all to bump into Thor, God of Thunder and his mischievous brother Loki. Before you know it, you get dragged right into a gruesome battle between two foreign realms and the atrocious menace of Ragnarök, confronted with breath-taking magic, terrifyingly hazardous threats and a fierce warrior who claims to be a Valkyrie. And as if this wasn’t enough already, you find yourself headfirst falling in love with the God of Mischief who, much to your disppointment, already seemed to have set his eyes on someone else, leaving you struggling with rejection, jealousy, heartache and more antagonising pain than your human heart could ever cope with.

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating: M
Chapter: 1/?
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THOR RAGNAROK, violence and blood, mentions of slavery, death, self-harm, depression, panic attacks, jealousy, grief, heartache, smut, Dom!Loki. (More warnings might be added throughout the story)

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bite me | m

◇ “Chanyeol — bite me!

◇ Chanyeol x reader

◇ vampire!au

◇ requested by anon; Good I please request a vampire chanyeol where you’re shy about your first time and he’s really sweet

◇ agshfjsj sorry ive been so mia!! Catching up on all the avengers fanfics ive missed while i was focusing on kpop lmao / also i tried to add a read more but i have no idea if it worked or not so——

•••

“You don’t feel… pressured, do you?” He watches you carefully.

“No! Not at all, really…”

Contrary to your assuring words, your skin trembles with every second and you can’t meet his eyes; Chanyeol has only had the pleasure of meeting you and calling you his mate for 4 months, but when your index finger hooks around the thumb of your opposite hand and you rock back and forth on your feet, he feels pity blossom in his chest like an unwelcomed garden weed — he finds it easy to read you.

“If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to,” Chanyeol reminds you quietly, stepping closer until you stand chest to chest, and despite the matter at hand, his close proximity only serves to calm your nerves.

You sigh deeply, before a smile, small and nervous, flickers onto your features. You look up at him reassuringly, modding your head. “I know. But I — I want to.”

Sex wasn’t a new concept to you, despite not having taken part in any form of sexual intercourse — it wasn’t why you were nervous. It isn’t why you were painfully aware of your pulse thundering in your ears.

The source of your wavering and quickly depleting confidence were the two glimmering, shiny white canines that were hidden in Chanyeol’s gums — his fangs, which, if everything you were told about vampire tradition was true, would most likely be buried deep in your jugular during your love making.

You had considered whipping up a quick painless potion just so that you wouldn’t have to feel anything, but that wouldn’t only take away your pain, it would take away your pleasure too — and you didn’t want to feel nothing while Chanyeol was making love to you.

“It’s gonna happen sooner or later,” you add with a shrug and a weak, uncertain smile, folding your arms and hugging yourself close.

“I don’t want you to do this because ‘it’s gonna happen sooner or later’,” Chanyeol shakes his head, reaching down and intertwining your fingers. He lifts your knuckles to his lips, murmuring, “I want this to be memorable. I want you to enjoy yourself, my love.”

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NCT U & 127 reaction to their crush sneaking into their bed and cuddling with them

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Anon: Hello~♡ Do you think that you can do a NCT U/127 reaction to their crush sneaking in their bed and cuddling with them because she can’t sleep please?^^ I’m sorry if you’re busy, you can take your time to do it, I will wait all my life if I have to :) I just want to say that I really appreciate your blog anyway, I’m always happy to see a new notification! You seem so nice too! So, yes, just to say that I’m really glad to be one of your followers! Lots of love^^♡ Have a nice day/night! \(*^-^*)/

I hope this was okay, it was a little rushed and I haven’t checked it for grammatical errors so apologies if tenses are mixed up!😂😂

Also, I’m going to start trying (note the word trying lol) to write my reactions a little shorter. I know I overwrite and really I shouldn’t so I hope by cutting the length of my reactions I might be able to get more content out!❤️


Taeil:

Originally posted by taesyong

I feel like if you wanted to cuddle with him at night, you’d first have to go through the tricky process of waking this boy up. Obviously I’m not 100% sure, but I honestly think Taeil is a deep sleeper and can easily sleep anywhere, anytime. Waking him up would be so hard and such a long process, that in the end, you wouldn’t even end up waking him up. Even if you tried shaking him or shouting at him, literally anything, Taeil would just groan and turn away from you, still stuck in his deep sleep. Eventually you’d give up but would still be so drained that you wouldn’t think you’d be able to walk back to your room without collapsing and going to sleep on the floor. So, after some debating, you’d climb into Taeil’s bed, his back towards you. His bed would be surprisingly cold and chilly, so you’d start to gravitate towards the heat of Taeil, until you were spooning him, your chest pressed tightly to his back; and like that, you’d peacefully fall asleep. In the morning, Taeil would still be half-asleep when he noticed your presence. He’d loosen your arms and lie on his side, so that he could now be the big spoon to you. You’d also be half-asleep when he changed the position, and you’d hear him whisper in your hair, “it feels better like this doesn’t it, Y/N?”


Johnny:

Originally posted by fluffandfluff

Johnny wouldn’t even notice you sneaking into his bed, he’d be fast asleep but somehow still be able to notice your presence and wrap his arms around you affectionately. You would probably try talking to him, explaining why you were here and a thank you, just Johnny would only reply with incoherent mumbles and hums. It’d only be in the morning after waking up, that he’d realise what going on. Confused as to why there was some weight on his chest, he’d look down to find you sleeping peacefully on him, little sighs of content escaping your lips occasionally. He’d gawp down at you, immediately removing his hands and arms that tightly wrapped you. For a few minutes, he’d fidget and try to pull you off but this’d only wake you, pulling out of a state of serenity. It’d be awkward for sure, both of you blushing furiously and a lot of apologising and stuttering, until eventually Johnny would feel so awkward that when he tried to get up and out of bed, he’d accidentally end up getting tangled in the sheets and falling, face back, onto the floor. Only then would things feel less tense and you’d probably start giggling and teasing him about it, leading him to start laughing along with you.


Taeyong:

Originally posted by taeyonghi

Out of all the members, Taeyong’s probably the least likely to feel awkward or shy about letting his crush come and cuddle with him in his bed. He’d actually be the complete opposite to his usually quiet and reserved self, instead being very affectionate and warm towards you. When he saw you waddle across the room towards his bed, complaining about how you couldn’t sleep, he’d usher you over lifting the covers lazily so you could crawl in. Instantly, his arms would snake around your waist, and he’d lean down to rest his head on your chest and no not in a sexual way okay lmfao just innocently u know like above ur boobs (if u have any). Signing happily, he’d snuggle into you, his warm breathe blowing on your skin. Honestly, you weren’t expecting him to even let you in, let alone be cuddling up to you. Falling asleep like this would be easy, and throughout the night you’d end up swapping positions so Taeyong was the one sleeping on his back, and you were tucked into his side. Taeyong would probably also take the opportunity, the next morning, to confess his feelings for you. It’d be the late hours of the morning, light streaming in through the flimsy curtains, when he told you his feelings, you still being hugged tightly by him in bed.


Yuta:

Originally posted by sour-satang

Yuta would most definitely be the most smug about his, out of all the members. Your relationship would kind of be an odd one, so you’d feel a bit apprehensive about asking him if it was okay if you could share a bed for the night. What I mean by “odd” is that sometimes Yuta would always be flirting with you and showing you a lot of affection, but then there’d be times where he could be quite cold or distant towards you. This’d be a time where his very flirty and affectionate side would come out. Seeing you in your pajamas late at night, standing at the side of his bed innocently, he’d tease you a little bit at first, saying you ”can’t come in”. Eventually, he would let you though, gently pulling back his covers so you could slip in. He’d smirk as you awkwardly tried to find a comfortable position, struggling to behaviour normally under his stare. Once he’d had enough enjoyment in watching you fail miserably, he’d simply pull you into his chest, so your face was nestled comfortably in the crook of his neck. He’d rub your back reassuringly, maybe hum a little, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach and the nervousness he was feeling of having you so near.


Doyoung:

Originally posted by yonges

Although I initially thought that Doyoung wouldn’t like it and might try doing stuff to put you off of sleeping with him, I think he’d actually be very welcoming and excited that you wanted to join him. His enthusiasm would surprise you, how he literally jumped out of his bed, not embarrassed about being in only boxers and an old baggy t-shirt, and grabbed a load of extra pillows and blankets from his wardrobe, and throwing them clumsily on his bed. A smile evident and wide on his face, he’d hold your hand gently pulling you over to his bed, and letting you choose which side you wanted to sleep on. He’d climb in after you, lying on his side, hands clasped to his chest, as he smiles at you adoringly, asking you polite and genuine questions about your day and if you were feeling okay. Rather than sleeping you’d probably just chat and giggle for a few hours; over that time, the conversation would start subsiding until eventually you were tightly embraced in his arms and his fingers were playing with your hair, lulling you into a peaceful sleep, pecking your forehead affectionately.


Ten:

Originally posted by 1aeyong

I think Ten would be the most surprised about you asking to join him, which might make the moment a little awkward. As I’ve said in my post about the pros and cons of dating him, he’d be oblivious to signs and hints, no matter how blunt or obvious they may be. He’d have the massive crush on you for sure; you were all he thought about and sometimes when he went to bed, he’d think about what it’d be like to be with you or be able to call you his. But, for some reason, he would always manage to miss your subtle signs and hints that you liked him; like how you always brought him extra snacks and drinks at practice or how you’d always be up at night to text him if he couldn’t get to sleep. So when you knocked on his door in the late hours of the night, you’d definitely be a surprise. Sitting upright in his bed, his eyes starting to flutter shut again after being woken, he’d look at you for a moment, confused by your question (and his heart beating rapidly too) He’d simply nod, giving you a shy smile and awkwardly playing with his fingers. He’d attentively watch you walk around the side and climb into his bed, thanking him for letting you stay. It’d be awkward and stuff to say the least; both of you not knowing what to say or do so just sitting upright in his bed, avoid each other’s eyes. Finally, he’d just turning off the light and going to bed, which you’d agree. Unsure of your next moves but still wanting that physical affection, you’d quietly move over to Ten and lean into his side, your head resting gently on his shoulder. He’d relax knowing you weren’t just somewhere else in his bed in the dark, somewhere he wasn’t sure you were. Playing with your hair and stroking your back gently, you’d fall asleep, in Ten’s bed, like that.


Jaehyun:

Originally posted by taeyounq

Jaehyun would probably be expecting you to come in the first place. Earlier that evening, you’d be quite worked up and stressed about something going on in your life, and although Jaehyun wouldn’t stop you (because he’d love the fact you trusted him so much to rant like this), he’d know that your moment of adrenaline would end up keeping you up at night. Already having prepared extra cushions and covers, he wouldn’t go to sleep straight away, just hiding and cuddling himself under his covers. I think he would also get a little nervous waiting for you; even though you wouldn’t know that he was waiting for you, for him, it’d be like waiting for you to arrive on a first date. He’d blush and giggle to himself thinking about you, hiding his face in his covers, but then wouldn’t hear you knocking on his bedroom door or even you coming in and standing at the end of his bed. An awkward cough from you, and Jaehyun would suddenly freeze, lifting his head to see you waiting patiently and smiling at him. His cheeks would flush and he’d clumsily sit up, opening up his bed covers to let you slip in with him. You wouldn’t have to say anything, which you were thankful for, but couldn’t help but notice the faint colour on his cheeks. It wouldn’t help that you instinctively moved towards his chest, buried your face in his shirt and wrapped your arms loosely around him - he’d only blush harder and end up nestling his face in your hair to try to cool down and sort himself out.


WinWin:

Originally posted by nctinfo

Sicheng would totally be so cute and adorable if you ever asked him if it was okay to share a bed for the night. I actually don’t think he’d be that shy or embarrassed about letting you in. To reach this point in your relationship/sorta-friendship-but-kinda-relationship, it’d take months and a lot of getting used to. You’d both have to know each other really well and be comfortable around each other for something like this to happen; so Sicheng wouldn’t feel shy because although you’d be his crush, you’d also be his best friend and someone he didn’t need to be awkward around. He’d find you absolutely adorable though, standing in the corner of his room in your pyjamas and dishevelled hair. Nodding excitedly, he’d usher you over and lie down beside you quietly. You wouldn’t go to sleep straight away. Since you’d be so close to him, you’d know a side to him that most people wouldn’t know. He could be excitable, talkative and full of energy and sarcasm, and this’d be a time where that side would come out. Eventually, it’d be WinWin who falls asleep first, feeling a little drained from his little burst of energy, and you’d giggle and watch him adoringly as he starts to drift off asleep. He’d be the type to hold onto something during his sleep, usually a pillow or smaller blanket; but this time it’d be you. He’d tightly wrap his arms around your smaller frame, humming into your hair and mumbling sounds of relief. It’d be a very good night sleep for you, having him hold you like that so openly.


Mark:

Originally posted by neotechs

Mark would definitely be the most awkward out of all the members, his crush on you completely taking over all his basic human instincts and mechanisms. He’d freeze up as soon as he heard your knock and voice behind his door. He’d just be so consumed by his crush on you, immediately starting to worry about how messy his room was or if he looked okay or if had food in his teeth or something. Clumsily, he’d get up and out of his bed, opening the door shyly and smiling at you. Honestly, you’d be quite taken aback with how good he looked; your breathe would hitch looking up at this bare-faced guy looking back down at you with as much adoration in his eyes as you did. Actually you’d both be so incredibly awkward - not just Mark. Standing stiffly there, neither of you would say anything until eventually Mark would ask you if you wanted to come and share his bed for the night (knowing fully well why you were here) You’d both get into his bed and under the covers, leaving a considerable large gap between you. Neither of you would say or do anything, until Mark started to hear your light snoring and gentle breathing. He’d relax a little, lying down onto his side so that he could look at your sleeping face. For a moment he’d just stare at you, not in a creepy way, just admiring you. He’d reach to move a strand of hair out your face, and the sudden skin contact would cause you to subconsciously reach towards him and cuddle into his chest. He’d be startled and surprised, but would hug you back equally as tight.


Haechan:

Originally posted by dovounq

Donghyuck would probably end up teasing you and joking with you a lot in order to hide up his shyness and embarrassment. Like Mark, he’d worry about how messy he room was or what he looks like, but you’d still find him so attractive and handsome at this time of night. Because neither of you were that tired, you’d just sit on his bed, talking about your day, asking him about his schedule, debating what to do the next day together. Somehow, the conversation would lead to having a pillow fight, both of you trying to keep the noise down but still laughing and screeching. Eventually, both of you would calm down, exhausted and panting from your play fight. In fact, Haechan would probably accidentally collapse on you, quickly pushing himself off though out of embarrassment and uttering a “sorry”. Quite quickly, both your breathing’s would start to slow down and eyes begin to shut, until eventually you were both lulled into a deep sleep. Throughout the night, both of you would manage to move closer to one another until your arms were wrapped tightly around each other. In the morning, Donghyuck would probably be apologising a lot for squeezing you so tightly during the night, and be very fluffy and cute around you.

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2009! Phan, Phil teaches Dan how to masterbaute for the first time

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Watching a horror movie at one AM isn’t one of Phil’s brightest ideas, but what else is a boy to do when there’s nothing else on TV but infomercials and confusing foreign films? He’s curled up on the couch with a blanket and some microwave popcorn, trying to convince himself that there’s nothing scary about the terrible acting and laughable CGI playing onscreen. Despite how awfully B-grade the film is, there’s just something about watching it this late while his parents are asleep that was always going to put him on edge. He checks his phone every few minutes, and, while the regularity of it is a plea for distraction, the underlying reason is impatience. He opens his text messages for the eleventh time that hour, but there’s still no reply. He knows Dan most likely just fell asleep and that’s why he hasn’t replied in almost four hours – although it would be strangely early for his nocturnal friend – but there’s still a nagging in his gut each time he checks. It probably comes from a selfish place of him just wanting to talk to Dan, but the horror movie isn’t doing much to calm his nerves. When his Motorola beeps with low battery Phil sighs, admitting defeat and tucking it between the couch cushions to break his constant loop. He settles further down into the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders and letting himself become immersed in the plotline. It’s awful, but Phil is both invested and creeped out, so when a loud knock echoes from the front door he jumps about a mile.

‘Shit!’ he squeaks, jolting so violently his buttered popcorn goes everywhere.

His body snaps around and then freezes, staring over the back of the couch in the direction of the front door. His heart is racing but he holds his breath, listening. The rest of the house is completely silent. Who on Earth would be knocking past one AM? Phil tries to rid his mind of all the unhelpful horror situations it’s supplying him and instead thinks rationally. A neighbour, maybe? Some teenagers messing around? Phil lets go of a shaky breath, wondering if he can just ignore it – whoever it is, who are they to know he’s still up?

Phil jumps again at the second knock. He’s not past admitting that he’s scared, but he tells himself that it must be something important if they’re still there. He briefly considers waking up his parents to come check but then scowls, reminding himself he’s twenty-two, for God’s sake. He peels himself off the couch, letting the blanket and waterfall of popcorn fall to the floor, before walking with a new found confidence to the door.

He loses it the moment his hand hovers over the front light-switch. When it comes to making YouTube videos, his overreactive imagination is quite handy, but it’s not so much in this situation. He takes another deep breath, shaking the image of Jeff the Killer from his head, and then unlocks the door. He creeks it open slowly, just far enough to peek through, but when he sees the person on the other side he swings it wide open.

‘Dan?’ he says with utter disbelief, every ounce of his apprehension evaporating.

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Can you do one where it is Harry and Draco's wedding day?

here you go! This is actually quite cute I’m glad you suggested this!


Harry was anxiously fixing his tie for the third time that day. He didn’t think he’d ever been so nervous in his life. He examined his tie in the mirror before tutting and taking it off again. Hermione huffed behind him. “Merlin, it looks fine!” She got up, snatched the tie from his hand, and began to tie it herself. “Luna and Ginny weren’t this nervous when they got married.” She pointed out.

“That’s because they’re Luna and Ginny.” Harry snorted. “Do you remember how casually Ginny proposed? She didn’t even have a ring, they had to buy one later.”

“Maybe you should take some lessons from them. Not everything in life has to be perfect.”

“I know that not everything has to be perfect. I just think that this should be perfect.” Hermione rolled her eyes as she finished up the tie. Harry examined it again and decided that it was perfect. “Thank you.” He said meekly.

Hermione nodded and looked at her watch. “You walk down the aisle in five minutes, let’s go.” She jerked her head towards the door. Harry followed her through it. They walked together down a hallway that led to the entrance where the ceremony would take place. Sirius was already standing there, waiting for him, checking his watch ever so often. As they walked closer they saw Lupin standing next to him, rubbing his arm and whispering something to him. Remus picked up Sirius’s arm to look at his watch.

“I have to go take my seat now.” Harry heard him say as he got closer. “I’ll see you in a bit, alright Pads?” Sirius nodded and kissed his cheek.

They finally reached where Sirius was standing. Hermione touched his shoulder reassuringly. “Good luck.” she whispered and entered the hall. Harry took a deep breath. He saw Narcissa, Draco’s mother, was also standing there. Waiting for Draco to arrive, no doubt. He turned back to face Sirius.

“You can do this.” He said in a calming voice. “I felt the same the day Moony and I got married. But once you’re up there, the moment he walks out into the hall, he’s all you’ll see. And all the worry and nerves will melt away.” Harry nodded and Sirius turned him around to face the closed doors. “Ready?” He asked as he stood next to him.

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puns || kim seokjin

Kim Seokjin x reader

Summary: A handsome stranger is telling puns on the bus, and you find them almost as funny as he does.

Genre: fluff

Words: 1838

Originally posted by chiminichangas


I sighed as I took a seat on the bus, on my way to work. I always enjoyed the ride there; it gave me a chance to clear my mind and people-watch for the journey, preparing myself for the busy and tiring night ahead. I stretched my legs, tired from college all day, and knowing I would be on my feet all night.

Despite my fatigue, I was in a good mood, happily watching the city pass by and enjoying the warm, late spring weather. I moved my attention from the window to the door as the bus stopped, allowing people to get on. I watched as an old man pottered on first, a middle-aged woman following him, and just behind her two young men, talking amicably as they strolled on. 

Both were evidently attractive, but my eyes lingered on the taller one. He had light brown hair framing his forehead and smooth skin, his facial features almost making him appear godly as they spread into a beautiful smile. They took a seat in front of me, their backs to me as they continued their conversation. 

Unintentionally, I began to listen to what they were saying, my attention automatically drawn to them.

“Okay, Yoongi, listen to this one,” the taller one started, already grinning, “how does a penguin build its house?” His friend simply sighed in response, looking out of the window. “Igloos it together!” He exclaimed, letting out a loud, squeaky laugh and clapping his hands together.

I grinned at the joke, knowing they couldn’t see me. I had an easy sense of humour, and puns were my weakness. ‘Yoongi’ didn’t even bat an eyelid at the joke, remaining completely deadpan, but the tall one didn’t seemed phased by this reaction. In fact, his failure to elicit a reaction in his friend only seemed to encourage him as he continued.

“Hey, did you hear about the kidnapping?” He asked, giggling. 

“No.” His friend said, sounding completely unamused and sick of puns. 

“Well, don’t worry, he woke up.” His doe eyes turned to crescents, his body shaking as he chuckled. I had to stifle a laugh at that one, leaning back and smirking. I admired his willpower; determinedly continuing despite his friend’s obvious disinterest. Again, the other boy barely reacted. 

They then began another conversation, discussing what they would do that night. I was still listening to them (reassuring myself that it would be pretty hard for me not to, considering how close they were sitting to me), and though not staring obviously, I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off the taller boy as he spoke. The late afternoon sun leaking through the bus windows lit up his features, making his hair appear golden and his skin glowing. I dragged my gaze away and looked out of the window, listening as they discussed which restaurant to visit later.

“Should we go to that new place down the road? Their cold noodles are supposed to be really good.” The smaller boy was contemplating, scrolling through his phone. 

“That reminds me,” started the taller one, “what do you call a fake noodle?” His friend groaned, and I couldn’t help but to smile. 

“I don’t care.” Yoongi continued to look at his phone. I leant forward, excited for the answer.

“An impasta!” He finished the joke, clapping his hands. I couldn’t help the barking laugh that escaped my lips for a second before I clapped a hand over my mouth. My face heated up as I realised how loud it had been. Both boys whipped their heads around, the one who told the joke grinning at me.

“Sorry,” I giggled, waving my hand, “that was a really good joke.” He beamed at me, still laughing himself.

“Right? See, Yoongi, someone with a real sense of humour!” He said triumphantly, gesturing towards me, and I blushed. Yoongi just shook his head at the both of us, giving me a small, polite smile, before returning to finding a restaurant on his phone. The other one turned back to me, a friendly smile gracing his features.

“Do you know any jokes?” He asked after a moment. I racked my brains for a good pun, wanting to keep the conversation going with him. 

“Okay, what do you call an elephant that doesn’t matter?” I questioned, already smiling as I thought about the answer. He pondered it for a second, before shaking his head.

“I don’t know.”

“An irrelephant.” I answered, and he immediately erupted into laughter, clapping his hands together. I beamed, proud of myself for making him laugh. I was surprised to see Yoongi turn around briefly with a small grin at my joke too. This immediately offended the taller one.

“Ya, why do you laugh at her jokes but not at mine?” He demanded, his eyes growing wide. Yoongi scoffed as I watched on with amusement.

“Her jokes are better than yours.” He replied bluntly, and received another outraged look from the boy next to him, who then turned to me, ignoring the comment.

“That was a good one. What’s your name?” He chuckled. 

“I’m Y/N.” I returned his smile.

“Jin,” he gestured to himself, “and Yoongi.” He pointed to his darker haired friend. “Nice to meet you.” 

Finally, he had a name. I looked at him, taking in his soft features and open face. It suited him. 

We continued to chat good-naturedly as the bus rattled around the city, my forearms now resting on the backs of their chairs as I leaned forward. Yoongi turned out to be a lot friendlier than he looked, and Jin was just as enigmatic as he seemed from an outside perspective. I found myself frowning, disappointment filling me as I saw my bus stop looming ahead.

I needed to find a way to see him again. Thinking quickly, I pulled out a scrap of paper and scribbled something down, leaning on the empty seat next to me. I stood up as the bus slowed to a stop, stumbling a bit and holding onto a pole for support.

“This is my stop, but I couldn’t help but to overhear that you guys are looking for a place to eat.” I grinned, handing Jin the piece of paper. “This is the restaurant I work at. It’s pretty good.” I heard the bus doors open behind me. “Stop by if you feel like it. I’m working all night.” 

I got off before I could hear a reply, watching him grin at me through the window as the bus drove off, my own cheeks still stretched into a cheerful smile.

Later that evening as I waited tables, I kept getting distracted by watching the door for the people coming in, hoping to see Jin’s face amongst the swarms of customers entering. I bit my lip, trying to catch a glance of him as I took orders and hurriedly laid places.

“Y/N, can you focus please? What is up with you today?” My colleague asked irritably, her arms laden with dishes as she pointed to the table that needed to cleared. I shook my head, apologising.

“Yes, sorry, nothing.” I sighed, quickly moving to pick up empty dishes. I carried them back to the bar, seeing her shake her head in annoyance, frowning at the door.

“Look,” she nodded to the door, “flip a coin to decide who takes them?” 

I looked to the entrance to see a boisterous group of young men, talking loudly and laughing; the type of customers you didn’t want to be in charge of. However, I immediately recognised Yoongi at the front of the group, his distinctive hair and piercing gaze separating him easily from the average customer, and next to him, a taller, more familiar boy. Jin noticed me quickly and met my gaze, waving across the room. I grinned, patting my colleague’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” I made my way over to them, smirking. 

“Good evening gentlemen.” I said, giving them all menus but repeatedly meeting Jin’s gaze as I did so. I briefly looked around at the six other boys, recognising only Yoongi, and receiving smiles from all of them.

“Y/N,” my attention was brought back to Jin. He pretended to look at the menu for a while before looking up. “why couldn’t the bicycle stand up by itself?” I supressed a smile, pretending to think for a moment.

“…is it because it was two tired?” I asked innocently, watching as his face dropped. His expression of shock was priceless, and I laughed along with the six others, who immediately began teasing him.

“You’ve been practicing.” He narrowed his eyes at me, grinning.

“Well, I had to, to keep up with you.” I flirted back, and he simply stared back with a small grin. I felt his eyes on me as I took their orders and went to serve other tables, the smile barely leaving my face.

I got reprimanded several times by colleagues as I spent most of the night by their table, exchanging puns with Jin and joking around with the others, and only leaving when I was afraid I would actually lose my job. All seven of them gave off an aura of sincerity and humility that drew me towards them, but the energy between Jin and I was something that was impossible to describe; I couldn’t seem to stay away from him.

At the end of my shift, they finally decided it was time to leave. The other boys waved goodbye, giving me a generous tip before walking out, still talking and laughing loudly. Jin was the last to leave the table, and he stayed sitting as I cleared it around him.

“Can I help you?” He asked, reaching for some plates, but I slapped his hand away.

“No, Jin, it’s literally my job.” I chuckled. “Besides, my manager will think I’m slacking if he sees a customer helping me.” He nodded understandingly, resting his chin in his hands and watching me for a moment, a small smile on his face. Once I had finished wiping the table he stood up and walked around it, coming to stand very close to me. I had to crane my neck upwards to see him, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he peered down at me.

I waited for him to say something as he seemed to just be studying my face. I distracted myself, putting my notebook away and wiping my hands on a cloth, before he finally spoke.

“So Y/N.” I looked up and met his intense gaze, my breath catching in my throat. He cocked his head to the side, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Do you like raisins?”

I frowned for a second, before smiling dejectedly; that hadn’t been what I was expecting him to say, but how could I expect anything else but another pun? I sighed patiently, giving him a small smile.

“Not really.” I admitted and he smirked, his eyes glinting. 

“Then how about a date?”


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Wrong Place Wrong Time (1)

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Part 1 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters and Strong language.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6 Part 7  Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19  Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 2,467 


“Chanyeol no I can’t, honestly!” You whined, trying to pull your arm out of his tight grip, but his grasp was too tight and he continued to drag you along with him.

“Quit complaining Y/N, this will all be worth it. I promise”. He dragged you round a corner and you could hear the sound of muted music not far away.
You and Chanyeol had been close friends since he was 14 and you were 12. 10 years and counting. He lived across the street from your house, you’d noticed him often and saw him in the neighbourhood of course, but you never spoke to him. It wasn’t until the day that you had realised that you were in the same school that you began to speak, sometimes he’d speak to you during lunch breaks, depending on his mood but mostly you’d walk home together or watch a film at one another’s, it always felt good knowing someone in an older year group. It had made you feel like the ‘it’ girl and you couldn’t lie about the fact that you enjoyed the jealousy that other girls elicited, he was cute after all, but you had only ever really seen him as a brother and that was good enough for you.
Ever since you had started working as an apprentice at a business firm last year, Chanyeol was constantly trying to make you spend more time with him since he didn’t really see you much in the day. He worked too, although he didn’t have specific shifts, it seemed as though he could be called out whenever. Chanyeol never really went into depth about his job and so you didn’t really know what his occupation was over the last 4 years. You assumed his job wasn’t one he could boast about and so you didn’t want to pry and push him to explain himself if that wasn’t what he was willing to do.

So here you currently were, standing outside of a club that you really didn’t have the time for and just as equally, didn’t have the desire to be at.
“Chanyeol seriously,” you groaned “I have an important meeting with the boss tomorrow, I have to be on my top form, I don’t have time for this”

“You’ve been saying that to me for the past year Y/N. You really should make time for your friends you know.” He smacked you lightly on the wrist as if scolding you and pulled you inside the club.

Music was blaring out loud, lights dancing around the room. The night was young, yet there were already a number of drunken people on the dance floor. Great, you thought to yourself rolling your eyes.

“Don’t be such a killjoy Y/N” Chanyeol nudged you in the back with his elbow. You sighed frowning up at him.

“You know I can’t stand drunken people Chan, and clubs for that matter.” You looked around the room in disgust, and felt a sense of defeat as you came to the realisation that Chanyeol would not permit you to leave anytime soon. He dragged you towards the bar and made you sit on a stool.
“I’m not thirsty” You said dully looking at how his hair that had turned a bright purple under the fluorescent lights.

“You don’t have to be.” He said, sliding a glass of something or other across the bar towards you. “Drink up” He clinked his glass against yours, and downed whatever was in his cup in one breath. You quirked your brow and shook your head at him.

“Why?” you asked, screwing your face in disgust. He laughed at your reaction and pulled a face back.
“Why not?”
You shook your head again, thinking of the many ways in which you could try to escape this situation, but nothing came to mind, so unfortunately for you, you were stuck. You tried to pass time by scrolling through your phone, whilst Chanyeol bought himself another drink and finished yours for you, when a familiar looking man walked up to the two of you. You recognised his short dark hair and big round eyes, he walked up to Chanyeol, the height difference growing even more apparent the closer he got.
“So you decided to come then?” he stared at Chanyeol, looking seriously unimpressed. Chanyeol jumped spilling some of the drink in his cup on his shirt.
“Ahhh, Shit –Kyungsoo, man what the fu- you scared me asshole.”

“Pay more attention then.” He replied in a less than bothered tone. “How many times have I told you, it’s D.O. when we’re out here!?” He paused for a moment, just noticing you were there, he glanced over at you, his expression unchanging then turned back to Chanyeol. “Why did you bring her here?”

You scoffed. Stupid prick you thought to yourself, you had bumped into Kyungsoo on more than one occasion and he made it very clear that he wasn’t your biggest fan. Although he never outwardly did or said anything to offend you, it was his expressions that pissed you off the most; he just always looked angry and unimpressed to see you, and then spoke about you to Chanyeol like you weren’t there. One time you’d even heard him say to Chanyeol that he should no longer continue to have a friendship with you, who did this prick think he was. You scoffed again looking down at your phone screen and waiting impatiently for Chanyeol to defend your honour and to be honest he wasn’t doing an amazing job at it.

“Come on Kyungsoo –”

“D.O.”

“Whatever. Look it’s not a bad night out, we’re alright tonight. Okay just chill out” he patted him on the back, and took a quick look at you over his shoulder. You were still scrolling on your screen but were looking at them in your tunnel vision. Pathetic, one of your oldest friends couldn’t even stick up for you properly.

“That’s not the point Chanyeol, how many times have I told you not to mix business with pleasure, this place isn’t a joke. You of all people should know that. Get her out of here now.” You could just about hear them over the loud music. What was Kyungsoo talking about, business and pleasure? Did Chanyeol work here at the club?

“Kyungsoo, I –”

“D.O.! God damn it Chanyeol! And no, just get her out!`” he hissed taking a quick peek at you over his shoulder then signalling for the bartender to pour him a drink. Chanyeol took a deep breath and stood up from his stool walking over to you.
“We should go Y/N” he said poking your leg playfully.
On any other day you would’ve been more than happy for him to request you leave the club. In fact 10 minutes ago you would’ve been happy at his suggestion. But now not so much, only because you felt you had to prove a point to Kyungsoo.

“No I’m fine, I’ve just started easing in” You smiled up at him, and signalled to the bartender for a drink.

“But you have work tomorrow, I wouldn’t want you to get too tired or drunk or anything” Chanyeol laughed nervously, why was he acting so strangely and why was he actually following Kyungsoo’s orders.
“Oh?” you hung your head on the side, looking directly into his eyes. “So now you care about my work? I’m fine Chanyeol I’m staying put and I handle my drink, you know getting drunk isn’t my thing.”

“You should listen to your friend” Kyungsoo said, lifting his head to look at you, his expression still blank. “This is no place for a woman who has work early in the morning. A hangover isn’t the best outfit to wear to work now, is it?”
Such a condescending bastard. You let a shaky breath through the best fake smile you could plaster on your face.
“Thanks for your concern, but once again, I can handle myself. Thanks. Kyungsoo” you added spitefully at the end. He glowered at you momentarily then dragged his eyes away and back down to his cup. You smiled to yourself and let out a breath of victory. If your friend wasn’t going to defend you, you’d do it yourself.
Just then another man approached you, He was a little bit taller than Kyungsoo and his black hair was parted down the middle, showing way to his forehead, you found that you couldn’t tear your eyes from his boxed jaw as he spoke.

“I’ve just got word from upstairs that they’re lurking. Have you got anything on you?” He looked between both Kyungsoo and Chanyeol. Kyungsoo nodded whilst Chanyeol shook his head

“Why haven’t you got your –” The guy paused and stared at you for a minute. Sighing heavily he turned his attention back to Chanyeol. “How many times have I told you not to bring your whores to the club Chan?”
Whore! Who the fuck was he calling a whore!?

“She’s not a whore” Chanyeol frowned, taking a step closer to you. The second guy laughed lightly and smiled and Chanyeol.
“So what is she? A ‘lady of the evening’ Chanyeolie, a whore is a whore, stop being so modest” he smiled smugly and eyed you up and down hungrily, making you feel sick. You were so ready to punch him in the face.
“She’s not a whore, she’s his friend” Kyungsoo said. His expression finally changing, into one of disgust, but it changed nonetheless.
“What” The second guy frowned, looking at your face “So you’re not a whore? Then what are you doing here?”
“No Jongdae, she’s not a whore. Stop it” Chanyeol pouted, irritation evident on his face.
Jongdae. Waste of a nice name you thought to yourself.

“Why the fuck are you calling me Jongdae out here? And where are your arms?” Jongdae flicked Chanyeol in the forehead.
“Because he’s an asshole, he’s been calling me Kyungsoo all night. And also because, again, he is an asshole” Kyungsoo grunted and threw Chanyeol a look of disgust.
Just then the music cut and you heard a loud bang. Followed by a handful of screams.
“Oh my God, what was that?” your eyes were wondering around the room frantically trying to find where the noise came from. But you couldn’t see much as there were people running about widely.
“Chanyeol I told you to get your friend out of here, what part of that didn’t you understand!” Kyungsoo shouted, this time his face was alight with rage, and he pulled out a gun from his inner blazer pocket.
Oh my God. Your eyes widened and you began to panic, why did he have a gun. What was going on. Without even having the chance to think, Chanyeol grabbed your wrist and pulled you off of the stool towards the door, but when you had reached, a lanky man standing there with what looked like a machete was blocking the exit. He smiled at you coyly causing Chanyeol to step back, his grip still tight around your wrist.
“Fuck!” He shouted running with you back to the bar where Jongdae and Kyungsoo were still standing, but this time armed.

Oh, it had just clicked. Arms.

“Why the fuck is she still here?” Jongdae screamed at Chanyeol “And why the fuck didn’t you bring your arms?”
“The doors blocked. And we were supposed to be good tonight! This isn’t my fault”
“Have you ever heard of an ambush Chanyeol? God damn it!” Jongdae ran a hand through his hair in anger.
“Stop arguing you two” Kyungsoo grumbled handing Chanyeol a glass bottle. Chanyeol knocked it against the counter of the bar, smashing the end, he was left behind with a jagged weapon.

“Chan- Chanyeol, what are you doing, what’s happening?” You whimpered, tears forming in the back of your eyes. You were so scared and you needed some air otherwise you were sure you’d pass out.
“Don’t ask him stupid questions right now whore. Can’t you see we’re busy?” Jongdae hissed at you, slipping a gun out of his back pocket and disappearing to the end of the dance floor.

“She’s seen too much” Kyungsoo shook his head at you, you were sure you’d never seen anyone so angry in your life and you were dangerously close to bursting out crying.
“Just get her out of here, through the back Chanyeol, we’ll discuss this later. Suho is not going to be happy!”
Chanyeol grabbed your wrist again pulling you towards the back of club, near the DJ kit.

“Chanyeol, what’s going on?” You cried, unable to hold back your tears any longer, you were terrified and your heart was beating wildly against your chest.

“Don’t ask me questions right now Y/N” he shouted, he sounded so hostile; he had never sounded like this before. You were wondering whether or not it was actually Chanyeol you heard, because it was impossible for such a friendly giant to be this type of way.
You had just approached the corner, about to make it out through the emergency exit when all of a sudden a man with a knife had jumped out of the shadows towards you. Chanyeol let go of your hand, pushing you to the ground. You landed hard on your back, closing your eyes wincing at the pain. When you opened your eyes again you saw Chanyeol pushing the broken bottle into the man’s neck and ripping it out again, he pushed him down on the floor beside you and stomped on his windpipe with the heel of his foot.
You let out a blood curdling scream. “Oh my God Chanyeol. You –Oh my God” You were hyperventilating shock was starting to kick in and you couldn’t breathe.
“It was either you or him, which did you prefer?!” He shouted “Now get up and let’s get out!” but you were paralysed in your spot, unable to move. Sighing he picked you up and threw you over his shoulders, running outside through the emergency exit.

You had been outside for a minute now, regaining your breath. Chanyeol had positioned you between the wall and his body so you could stay upright. Just as you were finally beginning to calm down. A car screeched to a halt beside you. It was blacked out and you couldn’t see who was in there at all. The window was wound down and a gun thrown out. Chanyeol caught it with his right hand and pushed you towards the car.

 “Get in” he said gruffly.

 “What?” You breathed, barely a whisper.

 “I said get in the fucking car Y/N and be quick about it!” He held the gun up to your head. Not making him repeat himself a second time you walked towards the back door, when it swung open from the inside.

“Get in, whore.”

My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: You’re not prepared when your best friend and roommate’s handsome as hell brother shows up on your doorstep, and you quickly realise the attraction isn’t one sided.

Words: 3.4k

Sam x Reader

Warnings: AU (no hunting), smut, reader gender unspecified

A/N: this was written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s Tropes Challenge - my trope was Best Friend’s Brother

“Uh, Dean?” you called over your shoulder into the apartment you shared with your best friend, never taking your eyes off of the man at the door.

He couldn’t be Dean’s little brother. Dean’s little brother was all limbs, a lanky, gangly kid; he had puppy-dog eyes and hand-me-down band tees.

The person in front of you, though… this tall, strong, gorgeous man, couldn’t be Sammy.

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the fuckboy scheme | 3 | m

◇ Jungkook’s goals changed a long time ago — and so did yours.

◇ Jungkook x reader

◇ fuckboi!au + college!au

◇ words: 8.3k

tfs 1 | tfs 2

◇ i havent updated in agesss lordt im sorry guys but i hope you enjoy this!! The last part in the tfs series 🤗

•••

You woke up the day after you sent Jeon your thanks for the previous night’s escapade, not an inkling of a hangover because you didn’t drink. You almost wished you had, though, because at least then you could blame your actions on your tipsy brain and not your very alert and well-aware mind. 

But no, you weren’t under any kind of influence when you let Jeon Jungkook tug apart your legs and eat you out like a man starved, and you were definitely in your right mind when you got home and stripped down and took the most flattering picture you could take before sending it to him. You had no idea what consequences your decisions would reap but you were only hoping that, if anything, nothing would change. 

But in the days that followed your exchange of… intimate media with Jeon Jungkook, however, it was as though he was everywhere you went. 

In the supermarket when you were picking up broccoli after Jennie read an article about college students not eating enough greens — in the coffee shop on campus before one of your lectures, where he stole one of your muffins and left you only with a cheeky grin and a fleeting kiss on the cheek (you try not to linger on how almost romantic that particular run-in was), and more that included the campus library and the park as just a few. 

He didn’t try to push anything — he didn’t ask for a kiss, or another picture, or try and coerce you into another night together. It almost seemed as if you’d reached a ceasefire with your little game. Maybe your whole fiasco with Namjoon, and Jungkook’s favour, and your repayment had brought you both to a common ground of some sort. You didn’t fight to make him lose control and he didn’t fight to make you squirm in the best way possible.

It seemed more domestic than whatever it was you had signed up for, yet — and you weren’t about to admit it to anyone — you didn’t mind it. 

The dryer vibrates underneath you, making your body shake with every spin of the drum. Your legs kicked back and forth, ears plugged with music and eyes shut tiredly. It’s Saturday morning, the Saturday of a boring and draining week that you were ecstatic was finally over. Unfortunately, sleeping in was to be left for tomorrow — after fighting to find clothes to wear on Wednesday through Friday, you reluctantly admitted that you needed a visit to the laundromat. So here you are, dressed in day-old sweatpants and a gigantic hoodie, flip-flops hanging off your feet at 9:47 on a Saturday. 

There’s only a few others here; and old lady washing bunches of blankets, a middle-aged man stuffing what looks suspiciously like a body pillow into the dryer, a fellow college student almost falling asleep leaning on the washing machines. 

You, yourself, settled onto the dryer seconds after turning it on, propping your head against the wall behind you. The melodious sound of Rihanna and Kendrick Lamar was doing a good job of lulling you to sleep, pulling you deeper and deeper into dreamland… 

You don’t know how long you had drifted off for, but when you wake up you’re leaning against something warm and distinctly alive that was definitely not there before. Cautiously, you lift your head from what you can tell is a shoulder, eyes trailing up to meet the eyes of— 

“Jeon Jungkook,” you state groggily, eyes narrowing as you yank your earphones from your ears. “What do you think you’re doing, creep?” 

“Don’t thank me,” he replies smoothly, not looking up from his phone. “I put a second load in the dryer for you. Cute panties, by the way.“ 

"You pervert—!" 

"I’m kidding,” he scoffs, a grin tugging at his cheeks as you punch his shoulder roughly. He grabs your shoulders jokingly in an effort to push you away, his giggles unconsciously making you laugh yourself. “I’m not disgusting." 

"Yeah, you are,” you murmur, smirking as you settle back into your position. His shoulder is strangely comfy and he smells nice, too… What detergent does he use? 

“When did you even get here?“ 

"Like twenty minutes ago.” He shrugs. “You were about to fall over so I made the ultimate sacrifice and gave up my shoulder for you." 

"Gee,” you began sarcastically, “Thanks." 

"I know,” he says, nodding. You watch in interest as he pockets his phone, finally leaving you both with nothing else except the dryer underneath you and the wall against your backs. “If I was a bad person I’d ask for a payment…" 

"Payment,” you chortle. “I gave you payment enough just days ago. Or do you not remember?" 

"Ah.” His voice takes on a darker, more mischievous tone and you can’t see it but you can imagine that he’s licked his lips. You roll your eyes at his typical fuckboy behaviour. “I remember quite clearly." 

"Good,” you agree, lifting your head from his shoulder and slipping from the dryer once it stops shaking. “Because that’s the only one you’re getting." 

"Only one I need, baby.” Another shrug, and he leans back and watches you with those darkened eyes and sharp jaw and cheeky smile as you pull your clothes from the dryer. 

He walks you home that day, carrying most of your clothes because you complained about your arms hurting and apparently he skipped gym this week, so he deserved it. It’s another oddly domestic encounter, with Jungkook carrying your laundry basket and cracking jokes, and more than just you can definitely see that, if the glances you were receiving as you walk across campus were anything to go off. 

•••

 You could never truly escape your own thoughts. Even when something wasn’t particularly bothering you your mind would conjure an essay (or two) on why you couldn’t possibly relax until everything was certain. 

And at the moment, your mind was pushing your thoughts to two fronts. On one end, you were beating yourself up for the decisions you’d made in the past month (or in the past few months, more like), chastising yourself because whatever inkling of fondness that you were aware was growing for Jeon Jungkook in your chest was not good news. You were so torn between wanting them to stop and not minding when they grew. 

On the other end, you were quite… satisfied with where you were going. You (using the term very lightly) liked Jungkook (a bit, you guess) and you were certain that he liked you. He was a devil with his mouth and his hips could go at speeds you didn’t think were possible — and when his fingers pressed against your throat? Yes, please. He was the best lay you’ve had in weeks. You were just uncertain as to how long he could entertain himself with you for, and if you could handle whatever feelings were sprouting inside you before he inevitably broke things off. 

Jeon Jungkook was Jeon Jungkook, after all, and you weren’t going to humour yourself with the idea of ‘taming’ him, or something along those lines — even though (and you would never admit it) you wanted to. You and Jungkook, despite your petty arguing and competitiveness, were compatible in a way that nobody else was to you. And that both irritated you and made your heart flutter, albeit reluctantly. 

Trying to distract yourself once again, you switch on your phone, scrolling through your timeline boredly but itching to enter your chat with Jungkook again. The last thing that had been sent was your photo and message. 

Every once in a while, when a post of his would pop up, you would humour yourself with rolling your eyes at every fake-deep caption and scoffing inwardly at his attempts at jokes (which are actually funny, but again, you weren’t about to admit that to anyone). The one post that draws the most attention from you is a completely black photo, but the caption is what interests you: 

u ever wanted to b w someone so bad that u miss them even when uve spent most of ur time thinkin about them or with them?

Out of interest, your eyes flicker to the date the post was put up, only to recoil when you realised it was put up mere hours ago. 

The first comments you see are from another one of Jungkook’s friends, Jung Hoseok. Sounds like love to me bro 👀👀.

Shit, u rite, Jungkook had replied, the words sending your heart into a frenzy. He couldn’t be… possibly… referring to you? Or was it all just wishful thinking? 

But never mind what you decided it was, because quite literally a few seconds after contemplating the matter your phone buzzes, and an Instagram notification swings down onto the top of your screen. 

goldenboi97 [12:41]: u up? 

You bite your lip, wondering if you should reply and what with. It normally wasn’t this hard to talk to him but with the knowledge (or what you think is knowledge) of his feelings weighing down on your shoulders, you feel pressured to reply the way he expects you to reply — as if you should mould yourself into the person he sees you as. 

Don’t be stupid, you chide to yourself as you tap to open the chat fully. If he likes you so much he’ll take what he’s given.

goldengirl [12:41]: its like midday y would i still b sleeping 

goldenboi97 is typing… Your heart hammered and you shook your head, shaking your limbs to shake yourself from your funk. Why was it that when you weren’t directly with him the mere thought of him drowned you in your own nerves? Yet when you stood face to face it was like your brain forced you to become some confident, smooth-talking woman. 

goldenboi97 [12:42]: idk, u might be tired after running thru my mind all day 😏 

You huffed a laugh at the sheer corny-ness emanating from the text, rolling your eyes as you type out a reply. 

goldengirl [12:43]: just wondering how many times youve used that line tbh 

goldengirl [12:43]: Dont u get tired of tryna pick up girls. More specifically me 

You tap out of the conversation, scrolling through your explore page once more, liking photos and tagging your friends in certain posts. You almost miss the notification from Jungkook that comes just a few minutes later. 

goldenboi97 [12:44]: depends on if theyre u or not 

goldenboi97 [12:46]: its fun to use pick up lines on u 

goldenboi97 [12:46]: besides baby u love them 

You stare at the screen for a second, trying to ignore the shiver sent up your spine at his pet name, or how he conveniently knew you that well. 

goldengirl [12:48]: shut uppp 

goldengirl [12:48]: u sound like a twelve year old 

He must still be in the chat, because the little seen pops up immediately below your texts. Once again, goldenboi97 is typing appears just below it.

goldenboi97 [12:48]: im ur 12 year old 

goldenboi97 [12:49]: aight that was cheesy ill show myself out 

goldengirl [12:49]: yeah lmao 

goldengirl [12:49]: its cute tho 

Shit, shit, shit. You were absolutely not meant to type that. Your whole body seizes up and locks as you stare in horror at the three dots that tease you once more, before disappearing off of the page for a good minute until they make another appearance. In the meanwhile, your mind races with the possibilities of what he could be typing, or thinking. 

goldengirl [12:50]: i mean like not in a romantic way in a completely platonic way 

goldenboi97 [12:50]: youre adorable 

goldenboi97 [12:50]: but i guess in a completely platonic and not at all romantic way at ALL 

goldenboi97 [12:51]: not romantic. Nope 

It takes everything you have to not squeal into your pillow at his insinuations. You’ve never been the type of girl to get so excited over a boy, nevermind the type of boy that Jungkook was, but you’re too preoccupied to care. 


“What the fuck are you doing, Jeon,” Jungkook murmurs in frustration, a hand swiping up his face and through his hair. The source of his vexation stares back at him, illuminating his face with white light. 

I kinda like u and i know what we’ve had has been exclusively sexual but idk. That’s what typed into his text bar, and the enter button is haunting him. God, the weight it’d take off his shoulders if he just sent the damn text, but contrary to popular belief, Jungkook did actually have fears: rejection from a girl he seriously likes is one of them. 

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung speaks up from across the room, glancing up from his own phone. His head lifts from where it was resting on his hand and a teasing smile graces his lips. “You get curved?” 

“Nah,” Jungkook mutters, flipping his phone between his hands. “About to though, probably.” 

“Do tell,” Taehyung urges, plopping his phone down in a way that tells Jungkook that he isn’t going to be leaving until Taehyung knew every detail. 

“Nothing to tell,” Jungkook grunts, shrugging nonetheless. “I’m trying to talk up this girl. She’s more than likely gonna turn me down.” 

The thought made him sick. How was he supposed to tell you his feelings without sounding like a hypocritical idiot? How would he convince you to believe him? 

God, a few months ago the idea of this would’ve made him laugh. It was always easy for him to pick up and drop girls like they were nothing — he had no clue of what was different about you but if the thoughts of you constantly plaguing his mind and the thumping of his heart when you were around was anything to go on, he was sure that he liked you. A lot. 

“You seem more bothered with that than you should be.” 

“Yeah,” Jungkook agrees, staring quietly at the sentence just waiting to be sent, his thumb hovering nervously over the enter button. “I am.” 

(He doesn’t end up sending the message for one reason and one reason only: fear.) 


“You and Jungkook seem to be chatting an awful lot,” Rose comments as another notification lights up your screen. You shrug, pretending to brush it off while you set your fork on the edge of your plate and reply to his text. “That’s it? A shrug?" 

"What do you want?” You mumble distractedly, before you put your phone back and return to devouring your pancakes. “There’s nothing to tell.”

 Rose’s eyes narrow as she reaches behind her to another table to steal their maple syrup, pouring a generous amount over her plate. “I’m just saying that it’s weird how you hated him just, like, three weeks ago." 

"Yeah." 

"And now you’re texting and stuff. I just don’t want you to get into something without knowing what’s really going on. You could get hurt." 

"Thanks for caring,” you say sincerely, “but I’m a big girl. I know what I’m getting into." 

She hums suspiciously, playing with her fork. "If this turns out bad I’m gonna tell you I told you so—" 

"You ladies want anything else?” A voice asks suddenly, drawing your attention from Rose and her lecture. It’s a decently tall man, with tanned skin and a small nose and a beaming smile that’s much too bright for this time of morning. He looks weirdly familiar, but you try not to creep him out with staring. “Coffee? Extra pancakes?" 

"Um, we’re good,” Rose replies nicely, smiling. She glances at you as you finish the last morsel of food on your plate. “Actually, can we get the bill?" 

"Bill?” He echoes, a brow raising. He shakes his head, slyness slinking into his smile. You’re startled when his eyes settle on you. “For Kookie’s girl? It’s fine — on the house.” J

ung Hoseok — that’s why he was so bloody familiar looking. He was one of Jungkook’s buddies, close enough for Jungkook to think of him as a brother — but that wasn’t relevent at the moment when all you could think about is the odd mixture of elation, confusion, embarrassment and horror that takes control of your body. 

“Me? Jungkook and I— we—” You splutter uselessly, gaping as Hoseok winks and begins to turn. “I am not Jeon Jungkook’s girl—!" 

Rose places a hand over yours frantically. "Stop! We’re getting free breakfast!”

 You deflate, pouting as Rose gathers her things before you too get ready to leave, head still swimming from what you were feeling. 

(You coincidentally don’t confront the giddiness that you felt at the thought of being Jungkook’s, but that’s another story for another day.) 


 It feels like forever since Jungkook has actually attended a lecture. They weren’t mandatory for this class, after all, and with them being first thing in the morning he more often than not opted to sleep in rather than haul his ass to class. If it weren’t for Jin, actually, he’d still be in bed instead of a crowded lecture hall, filled to the brim with the tired, coffee-fueled zombies that were his fellow college students. 

He’s slumped onto his desk, laptop bright and unused in front of him. Chatter drifted through the air with every minute that passed without the professor, and although he was sat beside friends and could spot many a familiar face within the room, he was too tired to begin a conversation. And he really wasn’t planning to, because Jin had already spoken to him about his temper, but when he heard the two snot nosed boys talking a few rows in front of him, he couldn’t help himself. 

She’s got a tight ass. You see her at Jackson’s last party? Was this close from goin’ up to her and taking her home—

Everyone was, bro. Jeon’s one lucky fucker — if she was mine, though, I wouldn’t be so open-handed with her—

"Good thing she’s not though, huh?” Jungkook called gruffly, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. He sees them stiffen, throwing their eyes behind them to see who had eavesdropped on their conversation. They shift uncomfortably as Jungkook continues, “Next time you decide to talk ‘bout how much you wanna fuck someone make sure their fuckin’ man isn’t in the room, huh?”

Their cheeks are flushing red as they turn back to the front of the room. Jungkook was about to continue if it wasn’t for the hand that pats his arm, stirring him from his anger. Taehyung raises an eyebrow warningly, sending Jungkook a weird look that makes the younger man huff and pull his arm away, only muttering, “They’re fuckin’ disgusting." 

Taehyung moves to open his mouth but he’s interrupted by the professor — an excellently timed entrance that Jungkook sighs in relief for, knowing that he’s not ready for the conversation Taehyung was definitely going to initiate. 

He suffers for an hour and a half through the professor’s drawling and Taehyung’s curious looks, and by the time it’s time to leave he’s certain that he’s about to jump over every table and sprint as far away as he can. He packs away his laptop with the energy of one hundred toddlers with a sugar high, a spring​ in his step as he passes past his professor with a wave of his hand— 

"So it’s official?” Taehyung asks casually from besides Jungkook. Jungkook sighs in exasperation; in his rush to leave he hadn’t escaped his friend. “You and _____?" 

"Nothing’s confirmed,” he grumbles, unconsciously stopping when Taehyung stops to drink from a water tap. Jungkook puts his hands in his pocket, eyes drifting leisurely over campus. “I don’t even know if she wants more than… Whatever we have." 

"That’s a stretch away from calling yourself her man, dude,” Taehyung whistles, lifting his mouth momentarily, “Whatever, though. Listen, Jimin’s having another get together tonight. Somethin’ small—" 

"By small, you mean at most a hundred, right?” Jungkook huffs a laugh, leaning against the wall next to Taehyung. “I’ll be there. Probably." 

"You should bring ‘your girl’,” Taehyung snickers, grinning devilishly. Jungkook hides an annoyed smile, still focused on his surroundings. The fountain in the centre of campus, spewing crystal water that sparkled in the sunlight. A group of people playing frisbee like they were on the cover of a college brochure. Namjoon obviously trying to chat you up. A crow eating what was left of a student’s sandwich— 

Wait, what? 

Eyebrows knitting together, Jungkook turned his attention back to what had caught his eye. Sure enough, across the gigantic fountain and even then, a few metres beyond that, was you and Namjoon. You were obviously uncomfortable, tugging on your bag strap nervously at the man in front of you. Jungkook could see from his body language that Namjoon was desperately trying to seduce you, with how bit his lip, or gazed down at you darkly. It made Jungkook sick to his stomach, so much so that he doesn’t even notify Taehyung when he strides away from him and towards you. 

“—had a good time. Maybe you could come over tonight — have a continuation…?” Jungkook’s reminded of how horrible Namjoon was in bed and the very fact that he’s asking for another night when he didn’t satisfy you and left right after he came made Jungkook scoff internally. He was in no place to ask for another night. 

“I—I can’t,” you were saying, fake sincerity pushing into your tone of voice, “I gotta study for for his test—" 

"I’ll help you study,” Namjoon interrupted flirtatiously, leaving no room for argument, “I got top of my class last year. I’ll be sure to get you a good grade—" 

"Hey, baby,” Jungkook swooped in, swinging an arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You jolt, but the relief that shows on your face is clear amidst the confusion. It makes him even more irritated at the oblivious man in front of him, but for your sake, he brushes it off. “I haven’t seen you all week. Missed you, baby." 

Namjoon’s face was the epitome of confusion. He watched, eyes narrowed and arms folded as Jungkook pecked the tip of your nose before he turned to him, smiling boyishly. "Hey, Joon. What were you and my girl talking about?" 

His words were friendly but his voice told a different tale. You didn’t seem to mind, though, unconsciously burrowing deeper into his side and interlocking fingers with the hand that hung from your shoulder. Namjoon smiles wildly, no emotion reaching his eyes. 

"Nothing, nothing. Just, uh, offering to help her study. I actually have to go now, so—" 

Jungkook doesn’t even attempt to make it look as if he’s reluctant to see Namjoon go, going as far as to roll his eyes when the man was finally facing away from him. Childish, maybe, but it was the only way he could express his annoyance without starting a fight. When the source of his unpleasant mood has finally disappeared from sight, he sighs in relief, peering down at you. "You okay? Dude wasn’t easing up on you." 

"I know,” you agreed readily, “He really just… Did not get any of my signals… Thanks for stepping in, though — you really didn’t have to." 

"Course I did.” He frowns. “I… guess I just don’t like seeing you uncomfortable." 

At the mention, he slowly slinks his arms away, missing the furrow of your brows when his fingers unlink from yours. Coughing awkwardly, he looks passed you and spots Taehyung, pointing at you and mouthing something vigorously. Ass — no, ask — hair — her to the party

He rolls his eyes at his flailing friend but turns to you anyway, trying to steady what semblance of nerves he felt. "Listen,” he began, catching your eye, “Uh, Jimin’s having another party or whatever. You wanna go? With me? Or I mean, you could just — go without me, but see me there if you get what I mean—" 

"I really can’t,” you say, wincing. “I wasn’t lying when I said I had to study. But maybe another time, yeah?" 

"U-uh, yeah." 

"Great, golden boy,” you tease, a smirk settling onto your features. “I gotta go, text me later or something?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook calls after you when you turn on your heel, soon far enough to not hear him or the disappointment hidden in his voice, “I’ll… Definitely do… That…”

 "That was rough.“ Taehyung winces pitifully as he appears beside Jungkook, patting his friend’s arm in encouragement. "Look on the bright side, though! She asked you to text her later." 

"Everybody says that,” Jungkook grumbles, finally moving his eyes from where you disappeared minutes before. He fidgets with the strap of his bag uncomfortably, desperately wishing that he didn’t look as pouty as he felt. “I need to talk to her — I can’t do it over text." 

"She won’t be studying all night.” Taehyung shrugged, nudging Jungkook to start walking. “Just go to her place or somethin’." 

Jungkook frowned. He’s been alone with you so many times and seen you at your most vulnerable, but somehow actually going to your place without any ulterior motive felt very, very intimate to him. It’s then that he’s struck with the severity of his feelings — the realisation that this has never happened to him and that he’s completely unprepared makes him uncomfortable; but maybe that’s why he has to do this. If he wants to get serious with you he’s going to have to step out of his comfort zone. Maybe he would pay you a visit. 


 It takes a few hours for your heart to stop fluttering at the thought of what happened — which is annoying, to say the least, because you’re supposed to studying and you can’t when you find yourself smiling to yourself whenever your mind wanders. Damn Jungkook. Even when he wasn’t around he was driving you crazy. 

The way he sauntered up so confidently, the possessiveness that hid in his voice when he addressed Namjoon… You were surprised you remained composed throughout the whole thing. He was the first person that you had experienced such an intense feeling with, and you weren’t completely opposed. 

With Jenny gone to Rose’s place for the evening, you have to have some sort of background noise — Love Galore by SZA fills the silence calmly, pushing you to open your books and start studying. So focused on your work you don’t see your phone lighting up multiple times; and, unbeknownst to you, across the city the very fact that you hadn’t noticed was instilling anxiety in the same man that had been driving you insane. 

"She’s not answering,” Jungkook mumbles, thumbing his screen, “She hasn’t even read it yet." 

Taehyung, in all his drunken glory, sways dangerously, smile delirious and wide. With his arm hazardously placed around Jungkook’s neck and a red cup clutched in his hand, he looks completely in his element. The only thing he was missing was his partner in crime, who was too preoccupied with pouring over his phone instead of drinking. 

"Put down your phone,” Taehyung hiccups, “And pick up a drink, my friend! The night is young! We are young—!" 

"Do you think she’ll mind if I show up randomly?” Jungkook mutters to himself, chewing his lip anxiously. 

Taehyung gives a dramatic groan, sinking into the couch beside Jungkook. “I’m sick of this. Where’s your confidence gone? You’re Jeon Jungkook. You shouldn’t have to go to her. She should come to you." 

"I am,” the man himself replies, still uncertain but much steadier. “I… I am." 

"You could have any girl in her right now!” Taehyung continues, crowing loudly, “That girl over there’s been giving you the eyes for the last hour. Every time Kang Seulgi passes by she stares at you! You’re. Jeon. Jungkook." 

"You know what? I’m gonna go talk to her right now,” Jungkook begins determinedly, “If I hurry, I’ll catch the bus—" 

"That’s — that’s not what I was trying to encourage—” Taehyung begins. 

“I’ll see you later,” Jungkook says, almost forgetting his jacket on the back of the couch. Across the room, he catches Jimin’s eye; he raises a hand in farewell, receiving a smile in return. He was too busy chatting up some girl, anyway, so there was no point interrupting him. Despite the fact that this was a quote unquote 'small party’, the house was teeming and hard to navigate — Jungkook’s become an expert of sorts when it comes to this though, and finds himself bursting into the cool night just five minutes later. 

Teeth chattering, Jungkook hugs his arms closer to himself as he waits for the bus with what little change he happened to have in his jeans. $2.38. That would get him to your dorm, but it definitely wouldn’t get him home. If everything went according to plan, though, he wouldn’t have to go home anyway. 

The bus ride is silent, letting Jungkook mull over his thoughts and his nerves bubble. The only other people on the bus are an old lady that doesn’t seem to be getting off anytime soon and a man wearing a tracksuit and eating pizza, so he has no distractions. 

When he’s approaching your dorm building, it’s only then that the doubt emerges amongst his confidence. What if you happened to leave to the grocery store right before he arrived? What if you had taken up Namjoon’s offer and he didn’t know? What if he completely misread the signs and you didn’t want anything more like he did? 

All his worries melt away when your door opens. The first thing he’s hit with is the sound of music, and then he registers your figure. Your head is leaning against the door frame, body covered with a large hoody and hair piled on top of your head (maybe he gapes for a second, but don’t tell anyone). 

“Jungkook?” You ask curiously, “What are you doing here? I thought Jimin was having a party?" 

"I—I texted,” he stutters, ignoring your question with a lick of his lips, “I need to talk to you." 

“Oh. Okay.” The confusion is clear in your voice but you open your door wider anyway, and he passes by you. He walks into your living room, acknowledging the books splayed out on the coffee table as you shut the door. “I’m sorry I didn’t see your texts. I was, um…" 

"Studying.” He shoots you a small smile. “I know." 

"Yeah,” you say breathily, sitting yourself opposite him. For a second you just look at him, taking in his appearance absentmindedly, almost forgetting that it wasn’t socially acceptable to just stare at him for 30 seconds straight. “Oh, so — uh, what did you want to talk to me about?" 

"Us, actually.” He hides the gulp that follows, forcing himself to not fidget nervously. He watches your expression carefully, taking note of the emotions that run over your features; confusion, nervousness, anxiety… 

“I’m gonna be completely honest,” he begins with a nervous laugh and cough, hand running over the back of his head. “I’ve never done this before. Like, never. I’ve never been interested in anything more than — than drunken fucks in someone else’s house and it’s confusing as shit but I’ve decided to confront myself on… On, I don’t know, why I want more." 

He doesn’t risk a peek at your face. Not until he’s done. 

"I’m tryna get everything out so it probably seems rushed and messy as fuck or whatever but that’s that only way I know how to do this so I’m just gonna get on with it and say that I like you. Like, a lot—" He doesn’t need to look up to know that you’re opening your mouth to speak— "Just — just wait a second, okay? 

"So we had our whole thing where we tried to rile each other up and see who caved first. And it was fun, it was something different and I appreciated that you could see the playful side of it, you know? I wasn’t lookin’ for anything serious so I liked that and I still do but somewhere along that fucked up line I… God, how do I say this without sounding cheesy? I started liking you. In a completely non-sexual and completely romantic way. 

"And I know you may not trust me.” He bites his cheek, eyes focused on his clasped hands. “99% of our entire campus wouldn’t trust me, fuck, I wouldn’t trust me — you have absolutely no reason to and I know I’m rambling but the truth is that I’m too scared to stop talking because you might reject me. I just—” He takes a deep breath, finally meeting your eyes— “I want to make us official.”

 His heart is thumping. The adrenaline that buzzes in his limbs makes it hard to focus on anything except the beating in his chest and the flow of his breath into his body. It amplifies every sensation in him and it takes every nerve in his body to stop him from jumping up and pacing. 

“Jungkook…” God, you sound so shocked. Was he really that much of a fuckboy? Who was he kidding; of course he was. “I… I really don’t know what to say…" 

"I — I can give you time, if you want,” he offers quietly, even though he’s hoping that you’ll give his answer right now.

 "I don’t need time.“ You meet his eyes, before you stand from your seat and maneuver around your coffee table. His heart leaps into his throat when you drop onto his lap, leaving you suddenly nose to nose and forehead to forehead. "I don’t think I do, at least." 

"You got an answer?” Jungkook breathes, happiness already tugging at his heart. 

“I do,” you mumble back, smiling sheepishly. “I was… I was too scared to tell you that I wanted to make us official. I heard that as soon as it’s mentioned you bolt and I… I didn’t want to scare you away." 

And he looks into your eyes — really looks — and he’s hit with a sensation so powerful that it almost takes his breath away. He could never put it into words, could never exactly describe it, but it made him feel as if he needed you, so much so that you could never be close enough to him, despite being sat on his lap with your arms on his shoulders and his on your hips. It’s with this sensation still thrumming in his bones that he grasps your jaw and pulls you down to meet his lips, effortlessly locking into place like you were made for each other. 

You release a content sigh against his lips, melting against him seconds later, threading your hands through his dark locks and savouring the feeling of his lips on yours. To finally call him yours was a totally different sensation in itself, but to kiss him so deeply as you had never before was overwhelming. You both had tried to avoid the intimacy of sharing too many kisses during your previous escapades, so it was probably the first time you’d kissed him this long.

 "As much as I’d love to fuck you right here, right now,” Jungkook panted as he pulled away, lips swollen and pupils blown, “You have a test tomorrow—" 

"I can retake it,” you murmur, leaning forward. “Besides, if I have to take the test with you on my brain I’m not going to be able to focus—" 

"You’re making excuses." 

"I am,” you agree, pecking his lips a few more times. You stop to meet his eyes, cocking your head to the side. “But what really matters now is if you’re going to fuck me like you said you wanted to." 

He narrows his eyes, and you can tell that he’s fighting within himself on what to do. Ultimately, his tempation must get the best of him and he’s left cursing to himself as he pulls you back down again. 

"You’re too convincing for your own good,” he murmurs, his hand slipping underneath your hoodie and leaving goosebumps in its wake. He toys casually with the band of your bra, letting it snap against your back. 

“And you love it.” You diverge your kisses from his lips, to the sharpness of his jaw and down across the expanse of his neck. You finally had enough time to leave marks like you wanted to; you weren’t consumed with mindless or drunken lust like the other times you’d been together, and you found it much more gratifying this way. 

You freeze when a breathy moan catches your attention — the result of a particularly hard nip at his pulse point, one that was sure to bruise. You’re sure he can feel the devilish smile that unfurls across your lips when you follow up your first one with many more. “A-ah. Let me have a go, b-baby." 

"Can’t you let me have my fun?” You pout playfully. Nevertheless, you roll over until you lay propped up against the cushions on the couch, allowing Jungkook to position himself over you. Hiking a leg around his waist, he lowers himself until the softness of his lips makes contact with your throat. The feeling of him ghosting over the sensitive skin has your breath hitching, but you manage to stop yourself from showing any other signs of pleasure with a tug of your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“Gonna mark you up,” Jungkook mutters, almost to himself, “Make everyone know whose you are." 

I’m sure everyone already knows, you plan to say, but you’re cut short when Jungkook sucks intensely on a certain area. It’s most definitely going to bruise, with how he’s nipping and tugging and sucking the skin into his mouth like his mouth depends on it. 

"I can’t wait,” you grumble, both hating and loving how he he’s taking his time with you. “Hurry up—" 

"You can wait,” he responds, but he raises himself to his knees anyway, stopping to admire his work. “You just don’t want to. Maybe I’ve spoiled you too much." 

"You haven’t spoiled me enough,” you retort. With a quick wriggle, you’ve thrown the gigantic hoodie you’d been wearing over your head and onto the floor, leaving you in a mismatched pair of underwear that Jungkook stares too long at. “What? Do you know how hard it is to maintain matching underwear?" 

"It’s not that.” He shakes his head, and you catch a sheepish grin before it’s covered when he removes his black t-shirt. “You’re cute, is all." 

"I could say the same.” You grin coyly, sitting up for a second to undo the clasp of your bra. Pride fills you when you catch him licking his lips at the sight of your bare chest, and while you’d usually tease him about it, you were equally as far gone — it was taking a lot of effort to not run your hands all over the muscular plane of his chest, to paint it bouquets of red and purple… 

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” he hums, surprising you by suddenly dropping down and placing his lips to your stomach. You run your hands softly through his hair, gazing affectionately down at him as he kisses all over you. “I still want to take my time." 

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t complain. Having him slow down made the atmosphere much more intense, more intimate. It didn’t feel like you were about to fuck — it felt like you were about to— 

Makin’ love, love, we makin’ love.“ You hear him sing the words underneath his breath, in perfect pitch to Dean’s voice that was echoing throughout the room. You never knew he could sing, but even from those few seconds you’re already hooked. 

"You’re a good singer,” you whisper. His head shoots up, as if he hadn’t meant for you to hear him — but at the sight of your smile, he relaxes, smiling in embarrassment. You smooth your thumb over his locks of hair as he gets lower, and lower, until he’s kissing your clothed pussy and sending tremors of anticipation running through your body. 

Ah." You’re caught off guard when he presses his thumb against your clit through your underwear, rubbing back and forth. Instantly, shocks of pleasure shake your nerves, pushing you to begin rolling your hips towards his hand. He watches leisurely, allowing you to grind against him until a wet patch decorates your underwear. 

"Let’s get these off,” he mutters, sitting on his haunches to slip them down your legs. He dives down right after, setting to work on using what wetness seeped from you as a lubricant to rub at your bundle of nerves. “Gotta get you nice and warmed up for me, baby." 

"I’m ready,” you whine impatiently. Your actions betray your words, though, with how you desperately buck your hips against his hand, grappling for something to hold onto, “We can take it slow another time— fuck!" 

Jungkook took your clit between his lips, flexing his jaw as he suckled it deliciously. His large hands pressed down against your hips, keeping you flush against the couch as he worked his magic. You could feel yourself dripping, no doubt making a mess underneath you, but your mind was too frazzled to care. The lewd sounds coming from his mouth paired with the warmth settling on your skin had your cheeks heating up, your breath catching in your throat as a result. "S—shit, Jungkook…”

 "Almost there, baby,“ he said, voice muffled against you. "Just a bit more and you’ll be ready for me, huh?" 

The response he gets comes in the form of a groan, one that makes him grin against you. Only a few more minutes of tortuously slow pleasure pass, fire building gradually in the pit of your stomach, so close yet so far from the thing you want most —before he lifts himself, wetness covering his chin and cheeky grin at the sight of you floundering against your couch. Standing, he pushes his jeans to the ground. "You got a condom for me, baby?" 

Your hand fumbles to rummage through the drawers on the underside of the coffee table, a place where you and Jennie stuffed anything and everything — bobby pins, hair ties, a chocolate bar, tonnes of paper, a packet of wipes — and, finally, a lone condom that you had shoved in in a panic when your parents came to visit and you needed to hide it quick. 

To Jungkook’s surprise, you rise to your knees and shuffle towards his standing form, tearing the plastic open and waiting expectantly for him to pull himself out of his briefs. "I can do it.”

“No, let me.” So he pulls himself out, mentally saving the image of you grasping his half-hard cock in his mind — especially when you lean forward, placing a teasing kiss on the very tip in a way that lets Jungkook know that you’re well aware of the effect you have on him. Seconds later and he’s covered, standing tall and proud against his stomach. 

“How do you want it, my girl?” He murmurs, peering down to meet your eyes. His hand grips your jaw firmly, forcing you to hold the contact. Licking your lips, you gaze up at him coyly.

 "I want to ride you.“ 

And he’s quick to oblige — grasping your hips and swapping your positions until he sits underneath you and you kneel over him, leaning back and letting you take the wheel. You sink down on him with a guttural groan just a minute later, unable to look away from him and the furrow of his brows, the clench of his jaw, the rise of his chest. He fills you in a way nobody else ever has, a way that makes your stomach twist in a good way. 

When the first inklings of sensitivity ease away to something more bearable, you begin to rise and fall. Your hands cling to the muscle of his shoulders, as if your pleasure increases with the amount of him you touch — and you could see the self control within his eyes leaving with each passing second, with each clench of you around him, every tug of your fingers in his hair, every smack of skin that fills the room. 

"So — f-fuckin’ — beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs, running his hands over your body in awe. If you weren’t so preoccupied, you would’ve blushed, or smiled bashfully, but the only thing you can do in the heat of the moment the only thing you can do is yank him closer and give him the sloppiest kiss you’ve ever given. He likes it though, if the deep groan that rumbles within his chest is anything to go by. “Shit." 

Your hips are getting sore from moving so quickly but you have to satisfy the throbbing pleasure that had settled and was growing deep within you, whether it made you black out or lose feeling in your limbs or scream. You weren’t far off, anyway, with the pants and groans that Jungkook was pulling from you expertly, with the fingers that were rolling your sensitive nipples or the occasional soft pulls of your hair, or even when he pressed against your throat just right— 

Suddenly, he grasps your thighs and stills you, drawing noises of protest from you until he pulls your forehead to his shoulder and winds his arms around you, making you as compact as possible. One hand on your ass and the other on the back of your head, he begins to buck his hips into you in the completely right spot, saturating your nerves with pleasure so white-hot that you can’t find it within yourself to make any sounds. You sit, limp against him, taking whatever he was giving you. 

The feeling of him completely surrounding you warmed you up from the inside out. His arms, warm and heavy 'round your body, his shoulder pressed against your face, his cock drilling inside you, his pelvis grinding against your clit— fuck— 

"Jungkook,” you whimper, voice muffled by his shoulder, “I—I—" 

"That’s okay, baby,” he grunts, sounding just s wrecked as you felt, “That’s okay. Let yourself go — cum all over me, come on—" 

The last thing that you remember before blacking out is too much pleasure to handle and your own breathlessness, then the sound of Jungkook’s final groans in your ear as he finishes right after you. 


 "You’re telling me that you fucked me so hard I passed out?" 

Jungkook shrugs, but the pride is clear on his face. "I knew I was amazing, but this is a whole other level." 

"I was probaby tired,” you grumble, burying your face into his chest. “So shut up." 

Jungkook hums, letting you both fall into silence. It must’ve been an hour or two since you finished, since the digital clock seemed to be telling you that it was nearing 4AM. You woke up completely clean and dressed in your hoodie again, laying flat against Jungkook’s chest. It was then that he filled you in — humour lacing his voice, he told you of how you had slumped onto him when you came, how he had cleaned you with the wipes hidden in the coffee table and then dressed you. He made you eat a cup of instant ramen before he let you lay down again, saying something about having to replenish yourself. 

"What happens now?” You ask seconds later, lifting your head. “Between us, I mean." 

That evil little part of your brain was telling you that this was a hoax. Jungkook had finally tricked you into sleeping with him again and you had lost because you believed him. It was telling you that Jungkook was going to up and leave like he did with all the other girls and go boast to his equally as bad friends. 

Jungkook shrugs. "I told you — I don’t know how to go about this 'boyfriend’ stuff. But—” He pulls your hand from your side, linking your fingers together— “I can learn, right?" 

Your heart soars, and you grin, nodding. "Definitely." 

So that was the story of how you really did dismantle The Fuckboy Scheme — albeit, not how you planned, but when Jungkook burrows his face into your neck and falls asleep there you can’t find it in yourself to care.

 ("What the FUCK!" 

"Jennie!” You gasp, almost falling from the couch had it not been for Jungkook’s grasp on your hand. Said girl stands in the doorway to your apartment, eyes wide and shocked and horrified and a billion other things you couldn’t hope to identify. “I-it’s not what it looks like?" 

"It looks like you and Jeon fucked on our couch—!" 

"We did,” Jungkook chimes in, smiling brightly. 

“You’re not helping—” You hiss, slapping his chest, only for him to catch your hand in the process. 

Jennie watches with a wrinkled nose and folded arms. “I’m only saying this because you’ve walked in on me and Rose so many times, but I’m letting you off this once." She struts towards her bedroom then, mumbling about 'kids these days’ and 'horn dogs’. 

"That…” Your eyes narrow. “Was better taken than expected.”

 "It’s because we’re adorable.“ Jungkook shrugs, before he yanks you down with what must be all of his strength and cages you against him. "Let’s go to sleep, please. I’m still tired and after that amazing orgasm I’m sure you are too—" 

"If I had the strength I would slap you so hard right now." 

"Sure you would." 

But you’re already asleep, and Jungkook follows almost instantly — and it’s the first time he’s fallen asleep with a smile on his face.)

Moans

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Request: Hey ! Im sorry this one is too smutty but… Okay, can you please make an imagine where, the reader and Shawn fall asleep and in the morning or middle of the night idk, he heard some moans and realise the reader is grinding on him while sleeping and he watch her and don’t want to wake her up yet ( cuz he is turned on ) and like after that you can do what you want 😂 OMGG I FEEL SO BAD I FEEL LIKE A PERVERT NO 😭 But yeah like.. if you could please do one 😂 I love all your imagines ! 💋 thanks !

Word count: 1,501

A/N: I tried, but this was hard. 

Moans (Kind of a smut)

“Hey baby” I whispered, as I silently walked into the bedroom.

“Are you awake?” I wasn’t quite sure if she was sleeping or not.

“Mmh” She grunted at my voice.

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Poker Face?

Reggie x Reader 

Warnings: SMUTTY like no joke, if you don’t like sexy time, don’t read!!!

Requested: Can you write a Reggie x reader where they’re dating and they  play strip poker (smut)

A/N: I’ve never played poker before, so I don’t really know how the game works I’ve read about it online to get the jist of it so I’m pretty much just guessing. 

Originally posted by zachdempsey

Friday Nights alone with Reggie Mantle were often the highlights of my week. It was always after the game that he would take me back to my place for a movie night, or something along those lines. My parents work night shifts so they don’t mind Reggie coming over to keep me company. 

Tonight was no different, we were celebrating a big win for the end of season game. I ran onto the pitch along side other students, and into the arms of Reggie. Other players ran past smacking him on the shoulders congratulating him on the game. He picks me up by the waist as I jump towards him and I nuzzle my face into his neck. Still holding his helmet in one hand he tightens his arms around me and lifts me further into the air with excitement. “Congrats,now how do we celebrate?” I enchant towards the caramel skinned boy in front of me. I reach up and place a kiss on his lips softly. I hear the other team mates whistling and cheering some chanting about Reggie being ‘whipped’. I just laugh and pull away. 

“There’s a party at Thorn-Hill tonight, everyone who’s anyone is going to be there, so your presence would be highly appreciated” Cheryl Bombshell added into the mix, turning towards me, giving me that sickly sweet smile of hers. “Actually y/n and I have plans tonight, right?” Reggie says looking towards me with wide eyes. I nod my head towards Cheryl directing my eyeline towards her “Right” and just like that I was whisked away, by the boy still wearing his football uniform. 


We get back to my place, and I realise this was going to be no different from our other Friday nights. “Why didn’t you want to go to the party,Reg?” I ask politely getting my keys out to unlock the door. The streets were dark and silent. It seemed as though the entire town had escaped to Thorn-Hill for the night and we were the only two people left gallivanting the streets. “I had something in my mind that I wanted to try out, and I didn’t think you would wanna play in front of bunch of people at Cheryl Blossom’s Mansion”Reggie replies with a sly grin contouring his face. His fingers fiddle with the end of my shirt as I unlock the door, pushing it open, I turn around to face him with a confused yet amused look on my face. “play?” I mutter and stumble slightly into the doorway of my own home. 

I walk into the living room and Reggie heads towards the bathroom,carrying his bag, presumably to change. He returns a few moments later wearing a pair of sweats, a t-shirt and a baseball cap, holding a deck of cards in his hands. He brings it up and waves it a little a smug smile plastered on his face. I look between him and the cards and tilt my head in confusion. “Strip poker” he states abruptly. I go wide eyed and stand up from my place on the sofa and walk towards him with a sultry  stare. “so this is what you meant  by play?” I ask lightly biting my lip, it didn’t go un-noticed.  

“Okay then” I nod and move the coffee table into the middle of the room, grabbing a couple of cushions for us each to sit on, either side of the table. He throws his jersey at me and I look at him blankly. “Just in-case you need the extra layer” he teases. “and what makes you think I’m gonna be the one needing the extra layer?” I whisper gently in his ear removing my shirt in front of his eyes and replacing it with his football jersey. He takes in a noticeable gulp before sitting down at the table,shuffling the cards. 


Many Items of clothes removed later, I was left in the Jersey and my underwear and Reggie was sat there in his boxers (Oh and his socks, we can’t forget his socks) “Your poker face really is awful Reggie Mantle” I state calling him out only to antagonise him more. To be truthful, Reggie hating losing, and he hating losing to me even more. He knew it would be something I would hold against him for weeks. I look at the cards in my hand and realise my shirt is probably coming next “turn” Reggie mumbles in concentration. He places his cards down to show, three queens and two tens, an otherwise perfect set. I shamefully place down my cards consisting of a jack, ten,four, six, and and an ace, he royally kicked my butt in this round. He looks at me with a smug expression. His tongue sticking out of his mouth. I clap my hands at his deal and stand up ready to take off the jersey but am stopped by a pair of hands reaching for mine.He pulls me round to his side of the table and tugs me down so I’m sitting in his lap. 

“Don’t take the Jersey off just yet, It looks good on you” He whispers brushing the hair out of my face. bringing his lips to meet mine. I lean forwards and instantly tangle my hands into his black hair.Tugging at the roots towards the back of his head. His hot plump lips meshed with mine,in sync moving in and out of rhythm.     

His hands reached down to my legs where he lifted me up and placed me down so I was straddling his waist. His rough calloused fingers ran up my legs and placed themselves on my hips where he held me still. He leaned back so he was leaning against the couch more comfortably and brought his lips back to mine deeply. The kisses were hard and fast and at times sloppy, but that was just the way I liked it. I gasped suddenly as I was picked up,Reggie standing to sit himself down on the couch rather than the floor, bringing me to sit straddling him once more. His lips move to my neck leaving hot open mouthed kisses on the skin. Leaving a trail down where he meets my jawline sucking on the delicate skin, making me gasp for air. 

His hands lift up the Jersey at either side of my hips where he holds the curves and pushes them forwards,encouraging me to rock my hips gently. I do so earning a satisfied groan fall from Reggie’s lips. I place my hands on his naked shoulders and lean in for another kiss, my mouth already thirsty for more attention. As our lips join again, I roll my hips once again a little harder to meet his and continue the action gaining more gasps and breathy reactions from the pair of us. 

The sloppy kisses and building friction between us was more of a celebration than any after party could ever master. Reggie swiftly flipped us so I was laying on my back on the couch, him above me,breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat had built up from our actions. Not to mention he was already sweaty from the game. 

He raises the shirt up so it’s just above my belly button and kisses his way from under my chest to my pantie line. His eyes look up through his thick dark eyelashes to meet mine as his cold fingers loop themselves into my panties, I nod slowly and he places another kiss on each hip bone before pulling my panties down my legs and onto the floor beside us. He settles in between my legs again and wraps each leg over his shoulder, his strong hands holding onto the tops of my legs. “You okay beautiful?” he asks quietly and i sigh contently nodding my head,he doesn’t even have to do anything and I’m putty in his hands. “So much better than Thorn-Hill” he mutters more to himself as his face disappears in between my legs. 

His tongue swirls over the budding bundle of nerves,and he presses light kisses on it just to be a tease, before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it, I let out a gasp and my hands go straight for his hair, his locks damp from the sweat raised from both the game and our activities. One of his hands moves itself from its place on my hip and and follows his mouth down to where I needed him the most right now, His finger lightly teased my entrance before sliding all the way in and stilling. I let out a short gasp of his name when he began sliding his middle finger in and out, occasionally swirling it around. His mouth still proceeded too press kisses to my clit, adding to the knot tightening in my stomach. My grip in his hair becoming tighter as he moves his hand faster. 

“Reggie” I gasp getting his attention, his face comes up and I gesture for him to bring his face up to meet mine. His fingers still working inside of me, Reggie comes closer to me, pressing his lips hard against mine, I wrap my arms around the back of his shoulders holding him in hug. My back arches and I moan the knot tightening to the point of release. I pull his arm away from me and he looks at me with both confusion and concern. Only to be replaced by a smirk  when my dainty fingers reached for his boxers. I pulled them down as far I could get them being underneath him. His shaft hit his stomach, I took it in my hands gently and slid my hands down it a couple of times before directing towards my entrance. 

He took matters into his own hands, pulling my legs towards himself, I let out a shriek of excitement, he leaned down and kissed me softly, I felt him sliding in, stretching myself out I gasped for air once he had fully pushed all the way in. Many of the boys always made jokes about mine and Reggie’s sex life, saying things like how ‘he’s an animal’ and ‘he must tear you apart in the bedroom’ and when occasionally that can be true, for the most part. Reggie preferred  to make love, he liked taking it slow making it raw and passionate, that was just one of the things I loved about him. 

One of my hands wrapped around his bicep while the other went straight for his hair. Reggie placed both hands on my hips and gently rocked his hips back and forth setting a rhythm that was pleasing for the both of us. He groans out my name into the crook of my neck and scatters a few kisses in the area. I feel the knot tightening again and becoming loose as my release is coming on. I can tell Reggie is getting close due to the breathy-ness and his tired limbs. with a few more hard fast thrusts Reggie moans into my ear, his movements becoming slopping, my stomach tightens and I feel the knot untie a sense of relief washes over my body. 

Reggie collapses on top of me, pushing my fowards so he can slide in lay behind me on the couch. He presses a kiss under my ear and pulls the jersey down so its covering me up. 

“Well that’s one way to celebrate a football” Reggie smiles and I shake my head laughing and lean up to kiss him  again. 


I’M GOING TO HELL.  

Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan: MAFIA AU

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ spanking/ bondage/ office sex/ kinky play/ dirty language

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Other characters: Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Second part: Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Setting: A follow-up to the previous two parts of the story. Takes place some time after the events from the prequels, when your relationship with Jungkook is already developed. 

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation.

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age, he’s the right man for you.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


Being a head of a mafia organisation undeniably has its disadvantages, but there is one huge benefit that makes you love this job. You have always found it amusing and entertaining when money has been flowing into your pocket thanks to a variety of different profit-making ventures and shady deals with questionable individuals. You have always managed to make the money find its way into your wallet without breaking much of a sweat. Heck, you’re just very good at it. The more illegal and immoral the method the easier and more exciting it is for you. No risk no fun, as they say, and yeah, you certainly know how to play that game.

For this reason, recently you’ve been very busy with looking for new ways of generating even more income for your gang. Not that you’re having any problems with the budget… It’s just that the more the better, isn’t it? Bearing that in mind, you’ve been having your eyes on some big fish in the city. Initially, you somewhat hoped that Yoongi could make use of his insane hacking skills, and simply steal the passwords of their bank accounts but, much to your dismay, he failed miserably. Despite his impressive experience in doing works like that nothing much came out of it. Turns out that their security systems are just too damn good even for him.

Due to these unfortunate circumstances, you’re now sitting with Yoongi in your office. He’s been trying to complete his task but, unfortunately without much success. He is visibly annoyed and frustrated. It becomes apparent that you will not lay your hands on their money all that easily. It is getting late already and both of you are too tired to go on…

Y: Mmmmkay, let’s call it a day, Suga.

S: No fucking way. I told you I could do it and I will.

Y: Oh, common. We both know you’re not getting that money for me anytime soon.

A sly smirk creeping over your face. Finally, your overconfident friend and right-hand man, Min Yoongi, hit a dead spot. It is the first time in the history of your cooperation that he hasn’t been able to carry out your order.

S: Shut the fuck up, will you? I can’t focus.

He spits out, knowing all too well that he should admit defeat.

T: Oooooh… Touchy.

Mocking words come out of Taehyung’s amused face. He’s getting all too comfortable sitting in your chair, stretching his legs on the desk while squeezing a pink anti-stress ball in his slender hand.

J: Somebody should teach you how to address your boss, hyung.

Jungkook remarks, stretching on the sofa. A loud yawn escapes his pretty mouth.

J: Oi, Tae Tae! Maybe you should borrow him that ball? Suga hyung is visibly tensed!

Originally posted by nnochu


S: How about you both cut that shit already?! All you can do is sit on your asses and shit talk. If you’re so clever why don’t you get that money by yourselves?!

Suddenly, the aura around Tae changes. He is now sitting on the chair. Eyes sparkling with obvious excitement.

T: Damn sure we will, hyung! Am I not right, Kooks?

Jungkook isn’t certain at all but, knowing Tae, he must be already devising a plan in his pretty head. 

Jungkook’s clueless expression reveals hisdoubtful thoughts.

J: Will we, Tae?… Like, really?

Too long silence follows his unanswered question. Two boys are gazing at each other and then, Tae stands up from his chair and briskly moves in your direction.

T: Y/N, baby, let me take care of it. That is, me and Kooks. We will get that money for you, I swear!

Suga laughs out mockingly, holding his belly. Tears are forming in his eyes.

S: How would you two even plan to do that? That was a good one Tae, you got me…

He nods his head in approval still laughing.

T: I’ll make you choke on that words, hyung.

S: I’m waiting in anticipation.

And then Tae looks deeply into your eyes, taking your hands into his.

Originally posted by bangtanbighit


T: Will you trust me, boss? I’ll give you what you need… I promise.

He is so close that you are getting nervous, his eyes gleaming with hope and eagerness. You swallow hard…

J: Wow he’s so good…

Jungkook mumbles to himself, watching him attentively. He tilts his head to get a better view of Tae’s face, making mental notes for future reference… These two damn tricksters.

Being utterly lost in Taehyung’s eyes, you only manage to deliver a silent nod.

Y: Yeah, whatever… Just do your job.

Suga growls angrily

S: No fucking way! Will you let these two clowns do as they please? Have you lost your mind?

Yoongi continues rambling like that but you no longer listen to his outburst of anger. You are too pissed off to put up with this kind of behaviour. Besides, you know pretty damn well why he is so reluctant to call it quits. It’s not only about his pride. It’s not only because he is just a stubborn little ass. There is something more to his persistence, and it is very much connected to your sister, Lulu.

Y: Oh, shut your trap Suga, will you?!  All you care about is that stupid bet with Lulu. You’re more concerned with losing than actually not giving me the money.

Obviously, Taehyung wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t use this little exchange of arguments to his own advantage. He cuts in with a disappointed look on his face.

T: I knew right away that he wouldn’t win. They’re like children with Lulu… Fooling around instead of doing their job. Can’t you just tell her you like her, hyung? 

He shakes head disapprovingly so as to spice up this dramatic and fake act. You quickly glance at Yoongi. He looks as if he was about to explode after hearing that. Out of a sudden, he springs to his feet. It doesn’t look all too well so you do the same, positioning yourself between Suga and Tae.

Y: Enough.

It might sound a bit too harsh, but the boys immediately realise that they have reached an invisible boundary. It’s precisely the time to stop getting under your skin and simply listen to your orders. No more talking and pissing you off for today.

Y: You have three days. When you’re done with the plan come and report.

Taehyung grins widely, being obviously very proud of himself.

T: Splendid! .

On your way out of the office, you catch a glimpse of Jungkook. He’s sitting there a bit terrified and dumbfounded at the same time. His signature shocked face making you smile a little.


Two days later

You’ve been sleeping peacefully in your bed when a phone wakes you up. You glance at the phone screen and see that it’s Taehyung. He calls you to announce that their plan is almost done, but they will need you in order to carry it out. 

Lazily, you crawl out of bed and start preparing yourself for another long day at work. Some time later, you arrive at the headquarters and head straight to the conference room, just as you were instructed by Taehyung.

The moment you open the door your feet refuse to move any further. Eyes quickly scanning the room. You’ve counted as many as four women sitting at a round table with their eyes glued to Jungkook and Taehyung. Two said man are standing in front of the ladies, all dressed up in suits and ties. Behind them, there are several pieces of art neatly spread out on the ground and propped against the wall. From what you have managed to register, though, nothing major or readily recognisable to your critical eye. In fact, you cannot get rid of an impression that they are pretty shitty… Nonetheless, what is certainly worth admiring, are these two elegant boys, looking all fly and hot. Not surprisingly, you’re standing there staring at them, just like these women. Moments later, Tae’s deep voice brings you back to reality.

T: There you are, Ms Y/N. We’ve been waiting for you.

Confident smile beaming in your direction. You are completely taken aback and so are the rest of the ladies. Apparently, they haven’t even noticed your presence in the room but, seeing as you are nothing interesting, once again their attention shifts to these two handsome boys.

At this very moment, your gaze lingers on Jungkook who is slowly approaching you. Oh so smug… Hair brushed to the side, a hand in his pocket, and that promiscuous smile that makes your heart skip a bit. With every step, he is getting closer and closer. If you only could you would turn around and run away from this room but you are very well aware that you can’t give him this satisfaction. You can’t make it that obvious. Truth to be told, doesn’t he already know that you are a putty in his hands? Whom are you trying to fool, girl?
Suddenly, he is inches from you, placing a hand on your lower back and gently pushing you in the direction of the chair.

J: Please, have a seat. The presentation has already begun.

The situation seems to be a bit too odd for your liking but you decide that it will be best to disregard these sceptical thoughts for a while. You comply and let Jungkook lead you. He moves the chair away from the table, trailing his hand down your back. Before going away he makes sure that you sit comfortably and then, one last time, he playfully brushes your shoulder with his fingers while slowly proceeding to Tae.

T: Very well. Now, that we are all gathered here, we can quickly move on to the presentation of our valuable pieces. My friend, will you take charge?

Taehyung`s sweet words do wonders to the gathered public. All of the ladies absolutely hypnotised, sitting there as if they were spellbound. You can’t believe your own eyes when you see their reaction once Jungkook’s clear voice echoes in the room. There is a sharp intake of breath, and you could swear that some of these women simply forgot how to breathe for a couple of seconds when he opened his pretty mouth. It is as if they were afraid that their breathing could muffle the sweet sounds coming from this handsome boy. 

J: Thank you very much, huyng. It’s an honour for me to be able to present our collection of these extremely beautiful pieces to our guests.

A pause followed by an innocent smile.

J: I’m sure all of you ladies will be as infatuated with the pure elegance and artistry of these paintings as I was when I first saw them.

He takes a deep breath and then continues with a stern expression on his face. Voice cracking due to the intensity of his speech.

J: It’s extremely painful for us to part with these beautiful pieces but… There’s nothing to be done. Due to very inconvenient circumstances, we no longer can stay in possession of these wonders.

He frowns his forehead and scans the room with eyes full of hope.

J: Only you can put our mind at ease and properly take care of our collection, without letting it get into the hands of some abominable people… That would be heartbreaking… I dread to fear of such possibility!

The Ladies are now visibly distressed, probably dreaming only of taking that innocent and suffering pretty boy into their arms…You’re sitting there and thinking to yourself.
“For fuck`s sake, these paintings are total crap…”
Thoughts are flowing in your head. Their plan to cheat these silly women is as clear to you as a day now. You are observing Jungkook and Taehyung all the time. You have never really expected them to have such damn skills. Of course, you know they are good at fraud. They wouldn’t work for you if they weren’t, but you didn’t expect them to be so smooth and so successful at selling people shit right in their face… You keep on observing Jungkook, paying attention to the expert choice of words and his body language. Everything under control and acted out just perfectly. Jungkook casually talks about the paintings, describing them to the smallest detail. Although, in all honesty, there isn’t much to describe since it is a total farce and you are the only one being able to see through their mischievous plan. There is no denying, though, that Jungkook really looks hot and you can’t blame the ladies for dropping their guard. Jungkook radiates confidence and sexiness. You reprimand yourself for letting your mind wander away, but then… Oh, my. Jungkook turns around and kneels so as to take out yet another painting from the pile near the desk. His back in full view. Your eyes involuntarily scanning his body only to stop at his ass. Not only yours, though…  

“So hot… “ you think to yourself. Now, that the images of his naked butt continue flowing into your head in a speed of light.

“It’s not really the time to be thinking about this, you idiot.” Mental struggle going on. He is facing you now again, more talking follows. The same scenario: gestures, grins, or little sheepish smiles, used interchangeably to manage the mood of his excited public. He is slowly moving around the room, getting closer or further from the ladies. All so well acted and with such confidence. You are lost in thoughts, biting your lip when you hear Tae’s voice:

T: So, my dear ladies. Once my friend is done with his presentation, I’ll talk to you about some more mundane matters.

“Money,” you think to yourself.
It seems that you are not the only one who got that message straight, though. You can hear a comment from the lady sitting at the very front.

X: And what makes you think we`d like to buy anything from you, pretty boy?

Taehyung is a bit shocked for a moment, but fortunately, Jungkooks breaks in:

J: And what makes you think you don’t? We have many things to offer. I’m sure we can cater to your needs… All of them.

He answers with a nonchalant smile. A hand resting on his hip, the other one spread out on the table to prop himself. Big chocolate eyes focusing only on her. You can feel his gaze, even though you are not the one he is staring at.

 Y: Damn he smooth… 

A whisper escapes your lips and your cheeks flush immediately. 

“It’s not my baby boy,” your mind screaming at the obvious contrast. In fact, it dawns on you now that you have never ever seen him working and you would never expect such a change in his behaviour.

T: Yeah…. Having discussed that, let’s move on

Taehyung continues as if nothing happened. You gulp, being angry at yourself. Also, you can’t deny that the way all of these women ogle Jungkook, and his stubbornness to avert your eyes as if you weren’t even there, don’t make you bitter. He’s been purposefully ignoring you ever since this little show has begun.

Taehyung resumes talking again, and Jungkook, having nothing better to do, decides to sit. Not surprisingly, he chooses the chair right next to you. He sits down, all too close. His knee brushes against yours and he doesn’t even bother to move it away. You peek at him, his eyes intently watching Tae Tae, not giving a damn about your presence. He is boldly ignoring you. The very thought is driving you mad. You jostle him with your thigh, not being too delicate. A small smirk on his face, almost mocking. But still, he doesn’t look at you. You are fidgeting nervously in your chair and, once again, you bump him under the table… Or maybe you only try because his strong hand catches you in the middle of the act, keeping your tight in place. He digs his long fingers into your sensitive flesh, completely exposed because of the short dress that you are wearing. He lets out a deep breath as if he was annoyed with you. The grip on your thigh is becoming almost too painful so you decide to let go. Slowly his hand relaxes.

J: Behave, noona. We’re working.

He whispers very quietly with his hand still resting on your thigh. A shiver runs down your spine. “What’s wrong with him,” you are thinking to yourself. Unconsciously, you press your thighs together, trapping his hand between them. When you realise that you let go immediately, but it is too late. He shifts his gaze at you, now obviously interested. He scans your face, and you can feel your cheeks burning again. You refuse to look at him, afraid of giving away that you maybe got a little bit too excited… He reads you like an open book, though. His hand still lingering on your thigh, lazily beginning to move and stroking your leg. He plays with the trimming of your dress, moving it between his fingers, bit by bit uncovering more and more of your thigh. You get a bit flustered, worried that somebody will notice… But then again, all the ladies are too focused on Tae. Still, when he rolls the dress so high that you can almost feel the chair with your naked ass, you try to protest, gripping his hand tightly. He stops moving up then and decides to play with what is already available. He gropes your inner thigh fiercely, making you squeeze your legs instinctively. He is not too pleased with your disobedience so he forcefully separates your legs with his hand. Under the table, you feel yourself being held in place by his leg that has just curled around yours. Your throat goes dry. His fingers now freely roaming between your legs, stroking you whenever he wants to. Obviously, you could struggle more but you are painfully aware that it would attract even more attention… So, he keeps on caressing you there, his face not even once giving out what he has been doing to you. Smug motherfucker. You are getting uncomfortable and too hot, frustrated even. He even dares to throw in some comments, making little jokes with Tae. All the ladies oh so fucking amused. “Since when is he such a flirt?” you desperately try to answer this and some other questions, but it is all too difficult, given the present circumstances. His hand skillfully distracting your thoughts and making sure that you’re focused only on his ministrations. You almost melt in that chair when without any warning he covers your pussy with his inner hand. You hear a low chuckle. Suddenly, you realise that you did not wear any panties. “Shiit… He will bring it over and over,”  you are panicking mentally. But then, oh boy, he starts massaging your folds with two fingers, making slow circles. You want to disappear from that place. Pleasure building up in your belly. You cover your flushed face with one hand, mentally praying to be as quiet as possible. You are afraid to breathe even, stealing Jungkook a pleading glance. But fuck him, he doesn’t even look back. Your fists clench. “Fucking overconfident brat,” stream of profanities in your head. And then, as if he mentally sensed that, he shoves a finger into your tight entrance. The walls of your vagina clenching at the unexpected invasion, but he only thrusts deeper. Soon enough, he buries his finger completely inside you, so that even small movements give you immense pleasure. You are so tight, not too wet yet and it causes a bit of pain, but it is oddly satisfying. This kind of pain that makes you stretch your legs even wider because it is never enough. Your vision is hazy. He sets up an awfully slow pace, shoving his finger in and out of your pussy. Each time he pulls it out you want to cry out to express your dissatisfaction. It just feels so empty then. He is tormenting you and enjoying this too much…

T: Jeongguk, would you be kind enough to distribute the brochures? It will be necessary for you, dear ladies, to read through them in order to acquaint yourself with our offer.

Taehyung flashes a smile. If you could you would kill the bastard right away, without any second thoughts. You hate him right now. Fuck the money… You need Jungkook now.

J: With utmost pleasure, hyung. 

Jungkook stands up, completely unfazed. You shot him a murderous look, but he isn’t too concerned with that. And oh god, he is so handsome, handing in the damn leaflets to these oblivious women, chit-chatting. So cute…

Who would expect that he has been fingering you just a moment ago? You frown at the memory of his fingers inside you. You want him back. You want him there again. He stops in front of you to give you the leaflet. He bends down lightly, and only now your eyes finally meet. You give him that needy look: “Kookie, please do something or else I will lose my mind.” He touches your hand.

J: Hyung, it seems Ms Fay has already decided on some purchase. She’s a terribly busy woman, so please, excuse us. Carry on without me, hyung. 

T: Oh, so we have the first angel who is ready to take care of our priceless paintings!

You quickly stand up, and once again Jungkook is motioning you in the direction of the entrance. Your legs a bit wobbly, so you don’t mind a bit of help. Before you are out, you can hear a hell breaking loose inside of the conference hall. Ladies are raging.

X: Why is she first? Does she have some special treatment or something? I have money I can pay as well!

Y: Don’t let her have that painting! I’ll pay more for it!

T: Easy, easy, my girls! I’ll have something for each and every of you!

Tae tries to ease the sudden tension in the room, already happy that their plan goes just as he wanted it to.

Meanwhile, Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to your office. The moment he slams the door and turns around, you are already on him, looking for his lips with yours, and then pushing your tongue into his mouth. The kiss is so sloppy and you can barely stand on your feet. Legs pressed tightly together because your clit is burning with need. You are so angry at him, jealous, and horny at the same time. You don’t even know what makes you more frustrated. You bit his lip, pissed off, digging nails into his hips. Jungkook hisses, reaching for your ass and squeezing it so hard that it is painful.  

Y: You fucking brat. You and all that teasing.

J: Noona, please correct me If I’m wrong but you were the one who got all wet just by looking at me.

His mouth at the nape of your neck, hot air making you ticklish. You want to make that cheeky smile disappear from his face. You intended to grab his cock through the pants, but before you can do anything, he turns you around and pushes you up against the wall, standing behind you and keeping your hands in place. You are squirming in his tight hold.

J: So frustrated, aren’t you baby girl? Don’t tell me you got jealous? 

He is practically purring into your ear. Oh my, it feels so good.

Y: Jungkook, you’re a fucking jerk!

Upon hearing that, he lifts your skirt exposing your naked ass and slaps you hard making your cheek red and throbbing.

Y: Ahhh…

You have never expected him to do that to you. A cry of pain mixed with pleasure slips out of your mouth. He has never done that to you and you didn’t really think he is capable of doing that either. Your brain is trying to process what has just happened.  

J: Be nicer, noona, will you?

And then he starts massaging your butt, trying to ease the stinging pain. Soft caressing strokes.

J: Baby girl, I’m so sorry. I can’t control myself when I’m around you.

He murmurs softly, feeling guilty out of a sudden. You can feel as he presses his cock tightly to your ass, trying to let go of some steam as well. He is rock hard. You wouldn’t be able to wiggle out of his grip even if you wanted to. Dominating Jungkook. Your mind is screaming. You need more of that.

Y: Tell me, which girl would you like to fuck the most, you dirty brat? I saw the way you looke…

He slaps you again. You cry out loudly. 

Y: I saw the way you looked ahhh…

Another slap follows, making you arch your back. Clit contracting involuntarily at the sensation. He won’t even let you finish the sentence. 

J: You’re such a bad girl, noona.

His voice is so strained, almost as if it was more painful for him than for you. 

J: You’re making me do this. You’re such a bad girl.

Y: Oh yes, Kookie!

You keep on begging like a slut and then he slaps you one last time. His hands are shaking. He hugs you from behind, remorseful and angry at himself that he was enjoying this too much… 

J: It’s all your fault, your fault.

He goes on mumbling like that and petting your sore ass. Your head is spinning and you feel your thighs getting wet. You are leaking a bit from your core. Then, he abruptly turns you around. His face all red. He is angry, visibly angry. Brows furrowed, veins popping on his neck. He spits out, breathlessly:

J: Get your ass on that fucking desk.

Y: Kook…

He cuts in, right away.

J: No talking, just do what you are told. On the desk and spread your legs as wide as you can.

You nod silently. The task isn’t all that easy because your legs are really too weak at this point. You stumble on the way, clutching on the desk at the last moment. You really look so miserable. Jungkook is standing there, observing your struggle to get yourself ready for him. He unzips his pants and starts stroking himself while watching your naked ass. When you sit down on the desk, a bit unsure of what to do next, your eyes go down, focusing on his member. He is shamelessly stroking himself in front of you. He urges you again. 

J: I said spread your legs. 

You swallow hard and follow his command. Eyes closed tightly due to embarrassment. Suddenly, he grips your legs, spreading them even wider. You thought he would just fuck you right then and there because, quite honestly, you don’t have that much time with Tae and the ladies waiting in the conference hall. Much to your astonishment, he takes the chair, moves it closer to the desk and sits down on it. Your cunt is now fully exposed for Jungkook. He puts his hands back on your legs to prevent you from closing them. He takes in the view for a couple of seconds and then licks you all, from your ass cheeks to the tip of your clit. You moan so loud in response. Too loud. You instantly regret that when you realise that somebody could barge in and destroy your much-needed orgasm. You bit your tongue and promise yourself to control this from now on. He takes your entire clit into his mouth, sucking very harshly. He covers your folds with his hot tongue and continues making circles around your sensitive tip. You are so ashamed because of how wet you got. You don’t want him to lick all of that and you grab his head to make him stop.

Y: Kookie, please. It’s enough.

You are wriggling so much that he gets really pissed off. He stands up, gazing into your eyes and takes off his tie in order to immobilise you. He ties your hands to the desk, disregarding your protests and pleas.

 J: Stop this nonsense baby girl. I don’t have all day here. Tae is waiting for me.

He lowers himself and gives you a soft peck. You can taste yourself on his lips. He quickly resumes pleasuring you by licking your clit with his tongue and pushing a finger inside your wetness. You moan and moan again. On the one hand, you don’t want him to stop, but on the other, you don’t want to cum into his mouth. You repeat his name like a mantra. You are so lost at this point that you are almost fucking yourself on his mouth.You are pushing your hips so hard that he has to keep you in place and control everything because your walls are getting tighter and tighter, each end every time he shoves his finger up your pussy. When you are about to finish, he unexpectedly stops.

Y: Oh lord… Kooks. I’ll fucking kill you. Get back there!

He starts laughing, and then he unties you, already positioning himself between your legs.

J: You should really make up your mind, noona.

He palms himself a couple of times, coating his member in precum. You see his cock twitching in anticipation and you lick your dry lips.

J: First you say noo, then you say yes…

Y: Just shut up and fuck me already.

Oh so frantic and needy that you can’t believe it is your own voice. He thrusts inside, all at one go, burying himself to the very balls. At that moment you are completely breathless, your body tensed, and tears are forming in your eyes. 

J: Fuck, baby…

You feel his muscles tightening.

J: I’m so sorry.

He notices your teary eyes and immediately starts kissing them. His cock swelling even more inside you.

J: Baby I could come any minute now. You’re so fucking tight, so perfect.

You know that he is so close and you place a kiss on his forehead, rubbing his back 

Y: It’s alright Kookie, you can come for your noona.

You don’t want him to feel guilty because he got too excited. He shakes his head in response. 

J: No, no, no. Not now.

His cute reaction makes your chest feel heavy. He takes a deep breath and starts rocking his hips. First thrusts very shallow, adjusting himself to your tightness 

Y: Oh, Kookie, you’re so big

J: Ahhh, noona!

He gets so enthusiastic with your praising that he keeps on pushing deeper and deeper, faster and faster. The desk is cracking underneath you two and all of your papers land on the floor. You wrap him tightly with your legs to make it even easier for him to hit the right spot, and oh yes, he really does. He keeps on rubbing you there with the tip of his erection. Finally, he reaches your clit with his hand and massages you while pushing in and out at an amazingly fast pace. Needless to say, you cum moments later, moaning his name while grabbing on his hair. He follows you shortly after, the way your walls are clenching around his dick pushing him over the edge. He shivers, goosebumps on his body, and his nipples hard. 

J: Baby I love you.

He squeaks like a little boy, as always looking for your affection after sex, especially after this kind of dirty play.

Y: I know Kookie… I know baby.

You let him lay his head on your breasts, both of you trying to catch a breath and recover from your high. When he is more or less ok, he lifts his head and gives you a soft kiss on your bruised lips. 

J: Tae… I got to go back…

He mutters reluctantly.

Y: I know dummy. Go and get that money for your noona.

He grins, overjoyed like a little puppy. You have an impression that even his eyes are smiling right now. But, before going out, he helps to put your clothes on and clears the mess from the floor.

Some time later, when you are absolutely sure that all the ladies went home, you go the conference hall. Taehyung is counting the money that they`ve managed to squeeze from these poor women. When he gives you the precise numbers, you are positively surprised. Like hell, that is really a substantial sum of money. 

T: I told you, didn’t I?

Taehyung wants to be praised, happy with his achievement.

Y: I’ve never doubted you, boys.

You pat his head, earning even a bigger grin in return. Jungkook is standing nearby, gazing deeply into your eyes. A small smile forming on his face that makes you blush a little. 

T: But Jungkook, next time you decide to disappear in the middle of the business, please just remember to put back your tie on. That was highly unprofessional!

He pouts, winking in your direction. Your stomach making somersaults while Jungkook stands there troubled, scratching the back of his head.

J: It got lost somewhere in the act, hyung…

T: I’m sure it did… I’m sure it did.

Taehyung responds all too happily while getting out of the room.

The First Time In Forever

A/N despite the title, this has NOTHING to do with Frozen. Lol.

Spencer x Reader

“I’m sorry, but you’ve never had an orgasm?”

Your best friend Spencer Reid was staring at you with an incredulous look on his face, turning away from the Game of Thrones episode you were watching.

One and half bottles of wine and a GoT-athon, and the conversation had turned… wrong. Just plain wrong.

You can’t even remember what exactly had happened on the screen to make you comment that you’d never had an orgasm, but as soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted them.

You were open with your best friend, but not that open. Although… rather than blushing like you’d have expected him to, he just seemed shocked and appalled.

“Nope,” you replied, seeing his eyes bug out.

“Are you sure? Y/N, you’re 27.”

“I’m well aware of how old I am, Spencer. And yes. I’m sure. At least… I think I am.”

He quickly topped his wine glass up, this revelation was obviously making him turn to drink. Well, more to the booze that he already had.

“You think? Explain…. Because you’ve come to into work before raving about guys you’ve banged.”

“So you DO listen to those conversations…” You were surprised, he normally just rolled his eyes and buried his head in a file.

“I listen because you and Penelope talk very loudly, although sometimes it’s at a pitch that I’m sure only dogs can hear…. Ouch! Don’t hit me! Anyway… Stop going off track.” He rubbed his arm where you’d hit it.

“Why are you obsessed with this bit on information anyway? Does it matter that I’ve never had an earth shattering moment. I still enjoy fucking.”

“But what’s the point if there’s no orgasms? And what do you do when you can’t sleep at night?”

“Spencer Reid!! Well, next time your eyes are darker than normal, I’ll know what you’ve been doing all night. And there’s plenty of point.. Sex is fun. And it still feels good. Its just….I dunno. No man has ever managed to make me tremble. At least, that’s what I’m led to believe happens.”

“And… Erm.. You’ve never managed to make it happen either yourself?” The tiniest amount of pink appeared on his cheeks.

“I’m getting you drunk more often, Spence. The team would never EVER imagine you having this conversation. And no. I’ve tried.”

“You must be doing it wrong. I’ll send you some links later on how to masturbate properly.”

You shifted on the couch, your jaw dropping. “You will not! And anyway…. You don’t even have a vagina. What makes you so sure that I’m doing it wrong?”

“Because if you were doing it right, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“And you think you know how to do it right?” You knocked back the last of your drink.

“Yep… Never had any complaints when I’ve been getting a girl off. And I used to talk Austin through doing it all the time when we couldn’t see each other.”

You spluttered your drink out, wiping your mouth with your hand.

“Austin… That bartender you used to see? You’re saying you used to have phone sex with her?”

“Yes.”

“I am learning so many new things here tonight Spencer.” You shook your head at your friend and colleague, feeling buzzed.

“If you let me send you the links, you’ll learn something else too.”

“Spencer!!”

“What.. Orgasms are one of the best things about life. Everyone deserves to have them, especially you. It’s a travesty that you’re not sure if you’ve had one or not. You’re missing out.”

You couldn’t not laugh at this conversation. You knew Spencer wasn’t as sweet and innocent as everyone made him out to be, he couldn’t be, he was a grown man. A very attractive grown man. But still….

“Spencer, this sounds like the plot of a really really bad porno. Any second now and you’ll be offering to give me one,” you sniggered.

“I will if you want. I could either talk you through getting yourself off, or just do it for you.”

“Reid, I was joking.”

“I’m not. Offer stands. Like I say, everyone deserves orgasms.”

You became very quiet all of a sudden and you realised you were actually considering his offer. You did sometimes feel like you missing out, and maybe you were doing something wrong… You still enjoyed sex and stuff but it would be nice if you got to finish too. You’d just never had that knee trembling, deity worshiping moment.

You completely blamed the wine for this.

..

Half an hour later, after the rest of the wine, much deliberation on your part, and much assurance on Spencer’s part that no this didn’t mean anything, no this wasn’t his way of trying to get you into bed although it would be easier to do this in the bed, and no he wouldn’t have to see anything, and you were lying in bed.

You were under the covers with your pants off but your underwear on and Spencer was lying on top of the covers, propped up in his side. The lights were out and the only light came from a thin sliver of moonlight where your drapes weren’t quite meeting.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t look at me whilst we do this,” you whispered.

“Fair enough.” Spencer rolled onto his back, looking up at ceiling.

“Sooo….”

“Alright so erm…. Try thinking about something that does turn you on. Maybe a sexy scene from a movie or something,” Spencer’s voice had dropped and had become a soft, low cadence that was soothing but instructive.

You closed your eyes and tried to picture your favourite sexy scene.

This just felt wrong.

“Start running your hands over your body first, slowly feeling your skin. Pay attention to your breasts, maybe pinch a nipple or something.”

You did as he asked, feeling extremely self conscious about what you were doing. You let your hands move up and down your body a few times, squeezing your breasts and teasing a nipple through your vest. You’d removed your bra when you’d got in but had refused to get naked. You so couldn’t do this….it felt.. Silly.

“Reid, I can’t do this.”

“You can if you want to,” he told you.

“It feels silly doing it to myself with you here. Like I’m listening to an instructional video or something.”

He rolled to his side again. “You could just let me do this for you this once. And then when you know what you’re missing out on, maybe you’ll feel more inclined to figure it out for yourself.”

“But…. It’s weird…”

“Only if we make it weird. It’s up to you Y/N.”

“Erm….Oh God. Okay… Do it,” you felt yourself blushing horrendously as Spencer pulled the covers back and slid under, lying closer to you and rolling onto his side so that he was facing you. He tugged the cover down slightly to your waist and then placed his hand on your tummy.

Lazily he began drawing patterns with his finger tips, them skimming over the fabric of your vest top.

“Relax, Y/N. Relax,” He said in that same low voice and you let out a breath, keeping your eyes closed.

Spencer’s hand stayed in the safety zone for a while, gently stroking your stomach, your arms, your shoulders. It was relaxing, and you felt yourself beginning to feel more at ease with this. It was just Reid. He wasn’t bothered by this, why should you be?

He let his hands move lower under the covers, tickling the tops of your thighs lightly, grazing over the soft material of your underwear as he moved his hand back up, sliding it over your stomach and onto your breast.

“Many men actually neglect the breasts, they assume that woman don’t actually find having their breasts fondled all that sexy. In actual fact, the majority of woman have said that they wish their partner would spend more time on them, some woman even claim to have climaxed solely from having their nipples stimulated.”

As he said that last part he spread his fingers and then closed them slowly, catching your nipple between them. Moving his hand gently back and forth, he rubbed against the sensitive flesh. Your breathing hitched as he used his fingers to swipe over the now hardened nub, teasing it gently.

“Am I allowed to…..?” he moved his hand to the strap of your vest and you nodded, still keeping your eyes shut as he pulled down your top, exposing your breasts to him. You thought you detected a change in his own breathing but you couldn’t be sure. Feeling him moving on the bed, he heard his voice again.

“Can I….can I use my mouth?”

Oh fuck….

“Not down there you can’t!” you blurted out, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Okay. But I can use it here?” he rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the sensation causing you to bite your lip. You nodded.

Spencer lowered his mouth to the breast closest to him and moved his hand over to the other one. He began peppering light kisses over the swell of your chest as his fingers circled and teased the puckered flesh of your other breast. You weren’t going to lie, the sensation was wonderful and you started to forget the awkwardness of the situation and to actually enjoy it. His lips slipped over your nipple, pursing around it and sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it as he pulled it’s twin at the same time. You moaned, not beings able to stop the sound.

You could feel his lips change shape, he was smiling at the sound. Carrying on he repeated his actions, grazing his teeth over the skin and sending jolts of pleasure down into your groin. Giving one long hard suck, he released it from his mouth and dragged his hand down your torso and over your panties.

“I need you to spread your legs slightly. You’re clenching them shut,” Spencer whispered and you realised you were. You moved them, allowing him access.

He placed his palm flat on your groin and began rubbing his hand back and forth, applying a small amount of pressure, but not particularly paying attention to any one area.

“Another mistake guys make is going straight for either the clitoris or the vagina, forgetting the whole area is sensitive, even more so once someone is aroused. The clitoris is the most sensitive part though, it has over eight thousand sensory nerve endings all in a tiny area. Some woman can come in a matter of seconds from having their clit stimulated, others take longer, even up to hour. So you have to be patient. But most people aren’t that patient, which is where you could be missing out.”

He ran his hand up and down your covered centre and you winced slightly, realising that your panties must be feeling damp.

“Can I take these off? We can leave them on if you’re uncomfortable…. ”

You raised your hips in response, helping him quickly pull them off and then settle his hand back between your thighs. He’d already seen your breasts, to hell with it.

“Are you sure I can’t use my mouth down there?” he asked again, his long fingers dragging up and down.

“I’m sure… Cos it’s not like I’ll be able to do that to myself right?”

“True…..”

You allowed your legs to move slightly further apart as his hand explored.

“So if you’re doing this yourself, you need to remember to that keeping lubricated is important. Chaffing can be a problem, for guys and girls. Don’t start stimulating your clit when it’s dry, in my experience, the sensation is better when it’s wet. You can use lube, or you can lick your fingers first. Or you can use your own arousal, like this.”

To demonstrate, he pushed the tips of two of his fingers into your opening and you gasped. Retracting them he slid them forward, using the slick from his fingers as lube.

“You’re so wet, Y/N.”

“Spencer! Don’t say shit like that to me….. ”

But oh god, how delicious it had sounded coming from his mouth.

“Why… It’s the truth. It’s good, it means what we’re doing is working.”

“What you’re doing you…..oh…. Ah…”

Your words trailed off as he pressed his fingers to your clit and began massaging it, moving his fingers in a circular motion at first, he’d then switched to a more pressured side to side movement, changing between the two.

“There’s so many nerves ending here, Y/N. You can’t really go wrong with how you stimulate them. Some people use their whole hand to massage it like I’m doing now. Others just use one or two fingers like this.”

He changed his positioning, applying just two fingers directly to your clit and rubbing faster. The pressure was more localised than with his whole hand and felt more intense. He carried on for a few minutes, heavy breaths exhaling from your body. You bent one of your legs at the knee and placed your foot flat to the bed, your legs suddenly feeling restless.

“Other woman like having their clit tapped or smacked.” He demonstrated again, making a tapping motion on you. It felt okay, but not fantastic and you shook your head.

“Not a fan? Some girls aren’t. Okay and then we have that magic elusive spot that some people can never seem to find. The g spot.”

He slid his fingers through your folds, your lips separating as he slid two fingers inside you, your hips bucking off the bed as he did.

“Most women need clitoral stimulation to come, which is why most don’t orgasm during penetration itself unless they or their partner is playing with the clit too. That’s a mistake that men make, not working the clit as well or even being offended when the woman starts to touch it herself. They’re missing out though. There’s nothing better than being inside a woman whilst she orgasms, trust me.”

He started moving his fingers slowly inside, curling them.

“The most sensitive part of your vagina is the first two thirds, or there is a spot right at the top called the A spot, but that’d hard to reach by yourself. Your g spot is located about two to three centimetres along the front wall and feels pebbly and rough. You can’t feel it unless you’re aroused. So you should be able to feel this… ”

Spencer pressed his fingers to it and you felt the familiar sensation that you felt during sex. Rather than thrusting his hand in and out, he simply manoeuvred his fingers against it making you start to pant.

“Y/N, use your hand on yourself.”

You followed his instructions and slid your hand between your legs, using two fingers rather than the whole hand. You tried to mirror his actions from before, feeling light headed as he worked his fingers inside you.

“You can use your other hand to pull back the clitoral hood if you like, but some woman find it too sensitive.”

“This… This is fine… Ugh… Oh.”

This WAS fine… More than fine in fact. It was….Oh god there were no words to describe it.

“Apply a bit more pressure, Y/N. ”

“Help me…” you gasped out as he slid his hands from inside you and placed his fingers over yours.

Interlocking his hand with yours he pressed down, guiding you in your movements.

“Your skin is flushed and I can hear your heart racing.” He lowered his head back to your chest and sucked your nipple back into his mouth as your hands moved together between your legs.

Your leg started to twitch and you tried to slow your movements, feeling slightly funny.

“Nope… Carry on. Let go, Y/N. You’re nearly there. ”

Spencer continued working his fingers against yours, his lips sucking against your chest.

Your gasps grew louder and your legs trembled, your hips involuntarily bucking from the mattress. You could feel a pounding in your head, hear the blood rushing through your veins. Every nerve ending in your body seemed to be on fire and you felt like you’d never felt before.

“Oh god…. Oh fuck… Oh fuck, Spencer.” Was this coming? Oh jeez, it had to be….. You could feel yourself contracting inside, your whole body quivering. You were dizzy but in the best possible way, and you continued to expel expletives from your mouth as the feeling racked through you, subsiding after around twenty seconds or so, although it felt like longer.

Spencer removed his mouth from your chest and his hand from yours, and you felt him wipe it on the sheets. You did the same with yours, and then slowly opened your eyes to see Spencer looking very pleased with himself.

You couldn’t speak, not yet. You just lay there, trying to regulate your breathing for a few minutes. When you finally could think straight, you realised your boobs were still on display and you hurriedly pulled your top back up.

“Shame…. I was enjoying looking at those,“ came the comment from your companion.

You glanced over at him, a smirk on his face.

“So?” he asked.

“I both love you and hate you for that.”

“Why both?”

“Because you were right. That was the best feeling ever. And I definitely hadn’t had one. But if I can’t replicate that myself when I’m alone…..”

“You will. Now you know what you’re doing.” he told you.

“But if I can’t?” You felt shy again.

“Then…..I can always help you. Or do it for you. I don’t mind. And it’s not like I’m not getting anything out of it. Giving an attractive girl orgasms makes me feel good too.”

“You think I’m attractive?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. I’m not blind.”

Oh.

Hmmm.

“What about….what about actually making you feel good. Like… Well. Finishing you off too.”

“Well,I’m not gonna lie, that was extremely frustrating for me. But I enjoyed it. And I’ll just cold shower when I get home or something.”

Or something. You giggled, knowing what the ‘or something’ might be.

You shifted your position on the bed, moving closer to him and placing your hand on his groin, seeing the surprised look on his face.

“Hey, no. I didn’t do this to get something in return.”

“I know you didn’t. But I want to. I may not have been able to get myself off, but experience tells me that I’m quite good at getting other people off. And we’ve already crossed the friendship line of no return. Why not cross it even further. If you want to….”

Feeling a twitch underneath your hand, you waited until he nodded and moved to the buttons of his jeans.

“Spence… ” you stopped. “Thanks, by the way.”

“You’re welcome.”

Grinning, you started unbuttoning his jeans, feeling happier now you knew you could pay him back.