Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi
Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au
Word Count: 6,350
A/N: Extreme vulgar language use. Name calling, and heavy dom/sub undertones. There is also a lot of yaoi (boyxboy) action. Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, etc…) This is a mature read! You have been warned!
Never in a million years, would you have expected to walk into
a full 500 student lecture, only to easily spot the two people you never wanted
to see again. There was a big lump held in your throat, as you quickly ducked
your head down to find an empty seat. Unfortunately for you, the only empty
seat you found was exactly a row behind these certain individuals. Trying to
sit down as quietly as possible, you mentally screamed, You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Since when did they come here?!?
How could I not have known?!?
But seriously look. If they’re poses were swapped it’s THEM. Obviously Ezra Miller is a fan favorite to be Baz but look at Cole Sprouse. The boy has messy blond hair and moles EVERYWHERE. In conclusion, Cole Sprouse is my new favorite fancast Simon.
Title: Tired Chapter: Oneshot Description: Gabriel just wants to get some damn sleep… but Jack is cold and practically begging for attention. For Reaper76 Week. Pairing: Jack Morrison x Gabriel Reyes. Soldier: 76 x Reaper. Reaper76 Word Count: 458 Rating: Teen and Up
Cas could hear the sound of the waves
seeping through the windows. The sun was starting to come up, but
only just barely, and Cas fought the urge to sneak out to the beach
for the first time. He frowned, looking at Dean’s sleeping form,
wishing he could sleep, too. Or just that Dean would wake up so they
could finally go to the water—they had gotten in too late yesterday
to go see the beach.
As if in answer to his wish, the
blankets started to stir next to him. Cas stretched, his eyes landing
on the mound of comforters and sheets wadded up and heaping. The
angel’s chin dipped to his chest as he viewed his naked toes where
his own blankets were missing.
With a smile, Cas propped himself up on
his elbow to investigate the thief. Smirking, he poked at the mound
of fluff, feeling his finger dip until it hit something solid:
Quickly, Cas pulled at the blankets,
freeing a messy head of blonde hair, groaning against the small
amount of sunlight as his fingers covered his eyes.
“Ha!” Cas said, climbing up to
straddle Dean, pulling his hands away from his eyes as the hunter
blinked to adjust to the light.
“What the hell, Cas?” Dean whined,
taking on an overly grumpy look.
But his words were lost as Cas started
peppering his face, neck and chest, taking the argument out of him.
Dean grabbed the angel’s face with a
smile and brought him in for a deep kiss on the lips. It lasted until
Cas felt flushed, starting to breathe hard.
“It’s not like you need them,” Dean
said. The hunter’s face was equally sheepish and devious when he
finally pulled away, and Cas had to hide a blush.
Cas flopped back to Dean’s side with a
sigh, landing on his back. “Ok,” he said. “Forgiven.”
Cas looked at Dean’s face when he’d
calmed down, and even though it had only been a matter of seconds,
the hunter’s eyes were already closed again. And, somehow, Dean had
managed to gather an even larger portion of the blankets.
Dean had gone still enough, that Cas
was starting to wonder if he’d fallen asleep again.
“Dean?” Cas asked tentatively, and
the edges of the hunter’s lips turned up, if only slightly.
“Yeah, baby?” the hunter replied,
his voice already sleepy.
Cas furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his
arms. “I thought we were going to go to the beach today. It’s our
honeymoon, we’re not supposed to stay in bed the whole time!”
Then, in a second, Dean’s eyes were
open again, and this time, he was tugging Cas into his arms, resting
him against his bare chest.
“It’s only been four hours, Cas. I
need at least five” Dean whined, wrapping an arm across Cas’s
chest, finding the angel’s left hand with his, and lacing their
fingers together, letting the gold on both their wedding bands touch.
“Ok,” Cas said in resignation,
relaxing against Dean. Cas twiddled his thumbs. He counted the tiles
on the ceiling. He even briefly considered sneaking out without Dean,
though he felt guilty about the thought.
About ten minutes in, he heard Dean
sigh through Cas’s fidgeting.
“You really want to go now?” Dean
asked finally. Cas turned to see the hunter staring down at him,
already looking defeated and a little exasperated. The angel nodded
enthusiastically. Dean leaned forward, giving Cas a small peck on his
“Ok, fine. Lead the way,” he
finally grunted, rolling out of bed, his feet thumping on the floor.
The condo shared a beach with the
neighbors, but no one was bound to be up at this time of the morning,
so when Dean tugged at the blankets, wrapping himself deep inside
them and stumbled out the door pajama-clad and barefoot with messy
hair, Cas didn’t complain. He simply grabbed Dean’s hand and pulled
him enthusiastically toward the sound of the water, knowing he
probably looked the same.
Their footsteps slowed as their feet
moved from the hard stones of the walkway to the soft resistance of
sand. Still, Cas held Dean’s hand as they walked toward the water.
When they were only a few feet away, Cas stopped, inhaling.
His hand tightened around his husband’s
as he took in the full effect of the sunrise. Orange and red bled in
every direction across the water, rippling as the surface movement
played with the light.
Cas took in every corner of it
pretending it was his first time seeing nature’s miracles and not
like he’d been around at practically the time of their creation. But
really, it didn’t take much imagination. Because he’d never had the
opportunity to enjoy it like this. Unfettered and unrestrained by
duty and devotion.
“It’s beautiful,” he breathed,
letting the warmth of the sun heat the tips of his skin.
“Yeah,” Dean echoed the sentiment.
Cas looked at Dean’s wrinkled, blanket-mummified form. But the hunter
wasn’t looking at the sand, or the ocean, or the sunrise. His eyes
were fixed on Cas and filled with awe and admiration. “Beautiful,”
he said quietly.
Cas blushed and smiled, sitting down.
He pulled Dean down with him, laying the hunter’s head in his lap as
they both adjusted to get comfortable. After a moment, Cas’s hand
found its way into the hunter’s hair, playing with it in slow
“Dean,” he said quietly as he
watched the sun continue to rise. “I love you.”
He could feel Dean smile against his
leg, though Cas could see that his eyes had closed again.
“Cas,” said Dean in reply. “You
can wake me up early any time.”
Sometimes Neil dreams of the past. Sometimes the dreams are so vivid he can smell his mother’s corpse as it burns, so vivid he can hear wit absolute clarity the clang of his father’s ax, so vivid he can see the metal glint off Lola’s knife as she carves his arms to ribbons.
Sometimes he can feel Riko’s knife as it slips beneath his skin, as he hits him until blood fills his mouth, as he makes him run plays until Neil is past the point of pain. It’s like he’s paralyzed, unable to move, unable to fight back.
He doesn’t realize he’s dreaming until his eyes are snapping open, his gaze landing on a hardened face with messy blonde hair, steady hands on his shoulders.
He’s pretty sure someone is screaming, and it takes a moment for him to understand that it’s him, but then Riko’s knife is back, his matches are back, his fists are back, and Neil is powerless beneath him, just as he was the first time, and he can’t stop. He can’t stop his own voice, just as he couldn’t stop Riko’s torture. It lasted so long, god, it lasted so long. Days and days and days and weeks, time running on and slowing down and stretching out.
Then strong arms are wrapping around him, and he’s being pulled against someone’s chest; he knows from the feel of them it isn’t violent, that it’s meant for comfort.
[Otayuri, Royalty AU, Humor, Arranged Marriage, False Identity, First meeting, Prince!Otabek, Prince!Yuri] For @ghostmoonchild
Otabek didn’t believe in love at first sight.
You didn’t have the liberty of falling for someone, getting lost in the deep ocean of their eyes or the rosy petals of their plush lips or the subtle pink of their flushed cheeks, not when you knew you were engaged.
He was seventeen when the Plisetskys and the Altins decided to strengthen their alliance by signing a betrothal agreement for their heirs.
Otabek couldn’t decide how to react. He’d never seen his betrothed before who lived in the farthest corner of a southern kingdom where it rarely rained. Otabek loved rain, but that was beside the point. He wasn’t a child anymore but barely on the cusp of adulthood. The news hardly made him bother about a fifteen year old who he was supposed to wed sometime down the line, perhaps half a decade away.
Prince Yuri Plisetsky, at least the name rolled well on his tongue and Otabek had enjoyed the attention he’d received right after his father’s return from the treaty negotiations. The King had also brought a painting of his betrothed.
Otabek gaped at the intricately carved silver frame that held a painting of a face. A big scowling face.
The boy, certainly Prince Yuri, was wearing fine clothes beneath a worn out cheetah print jacket. His studded crown was tilted on his head, ready to fall at any moment if the boy decided to sneeze. A distinct pinch of the eyebrows, a strong indicator of frustration, even anger. Crystal green eyes - an eye, to be precise, was half visible under the curtains of messy blond hair and was currently glaring right back at Otabek.
“Holy mother of God!” Otabek flinched away from the painting which he thought might somehow take on a life of its own and punch him square in the face.
This was his first memory of a boy who he was supposed to love. How was he supposed to believe in love at first sight? How?
“You two will make a pretty good pair,” the Queen, Lady Sabrina, cooed over Otabek’s shoulder, squeezing it warmly as she admired the painting.
“Isn’t he beautiful , brother?” Lashyn squealed, taking a closer look at the portrait.
Otabek swallowed, eyes skittering between the scary artwork and the beaming faces of his mother and his younger sister. He felt his heart sink in his stomach. “Y- yes,” he stuttered, voice lower than a whisper. “Yes, he is .”
At least, Otabek liked the eyes. But, he also would have appreciated a painting that contained a smile. Instead, the prince looked like some cranky child who’d been snatched up in the middle of slumber and tied to a cushioned chair in front of the artist, in order that a portrait be created for his intended husband.
He thought Prince Yuri seemed more detached from the treaty arrangement than Otabek would like to accept.
Otabek wasn’t ready to lose hope.
He’d read poetic stories about after marriage love and he believed in them with his whole heart. He didn’t want to be a judgemental fool that evaluated Yuri by a silly painting before actually getting a chance to know him. So, in response to Yuri’s painting, he wrote a letter.
Otabek knew his handwriting was neat and clean. It was, as Lashyn said, like the beads of a pearl necklace. He took his time choosing a fine pen and dark ink to write his first letter to Yuri on scented notepaper. He didn’t want to miss this opportunity to make a good first impression on his betrothed.
Dear Prince Yuri
He crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it in the wastebin.
Your Royal Highness, Yuri,
I was glad to receive the happy news of the agreement on our betrothal and very much appreciate the painting that was sent with my father.
I would like to ask your permission to begin a correspondence, so that we may become better acquainted before our betrothal is sealed.
Please accept this small token as a memento of the commencement of this auspicious bond between our families, our kingdoms, and between us.
My Kindest Regards,
Otabek, Prince of Altin.
In an embroidered pouch he packed a sandalwood statuette which had cost him a good fortune from his trip to the east. He hoped Yuri would like it.
He waited fifteen days to hear back from Yuri.
Otabek squinted at the letters, switching on the brightest lamp on his desk table. But, no matter how hard he focused, he couldn’t understand the haywire strokes of ink that were more like an excuse for words. After an hour of glaring and blinking at the paper, finally, he managed to interpret it.
I am truly honored to know that you are finding this arrangement suitable. May I take the liberty to confess that this engagement came more as a surprise to me than anything else and I am, as yet, at a loss to comprehend how to feel about it.
Your gift is elegant and a fine piece of ornate art that I would have loved to have it in my collection. Unfortunately, I’m allergic to sandalwood.
I’m not well versed in the proper style of correspondence. My grandfather, His Majesty, occasionally brings to my attention that my words come out harsher than I intend them to be. But, I also don’t want to hide my true nature from you behind flowery words, before we seal our betrothal contract.
Prince Yuri Plisetsky.
Otabek’s heart skipped a beat. He blinked at the letter, not able to wrap his mind around the uncertain vibes he was getting from it. Nothing was my offensive, but Yuri seemed reluctant about all the topics that had been touched upon in Otabek’s letter.
It was his fault. Otabek cursed himself for choosing a gift in a hurry before inquiring enough about what would be to Yuri’s liking.
Of course, he never attempted sending a letter or a gift after this.
“Forget it okay, it’s not worth all of this! None of this is. I’m so.. It’s done.” Betty choked out, her voice strangled and raspy as thick tears dropped heavily from her eyes, her arms wrapped tightly around her body.
Jughead was staring helplessly at his girlfriend, his hands raised as he desperately tried to catch her eyes
“What are you talking about? I’m right here, I’m here for you!” His voice was raised and he could hear how pathetic he sounded, but it didn’t matter, not when the beautiful blonde was falling apart in front of him, hiding away from him.
“No.” she whispered, resigned “no you’re not, you don’t even see it do you?” She took a step back. Distance, she needed distance.
He moved closer,
“See what? What don’t I see?!” He was desperate now, reaching for her as she visibly shook.
“She told me Jughead, I should’ve seen it, how cold you’ve been, how distant, but I never thought…if you weren’t happy you should’ve told me.” She whispered.
“What? Told you what? Who told you?” The confusion was evident in his face and It only infuriated Betty more.
“I can’t do this, I can’t.. it’s over Jughead. It’s the best for everyone, your final piece of Riverdale baggage.” She stood over their booth in Pops, reaching for her bag and swinging it over her shoulder. Just as she was about to run Jughead gripped her elbow
“Don’t.” He whispered evenly, his voice scratchy and dangerous as he stared up at her, his eyes burning into hers “don’t do this. Don’t leave me.”
Betty laughed bitterly
“You did this to yourself, I hope… I hope you and Toni are very happy together.” She bit back a sob, heading for the door quickly, leaving Jughead alone in the booth, staring after the only person he had ever loved as she walked out of his life
“Toni?” He whispered to himself, his jaw hardening “Toni Topaz.” He growled. He was in his truck and pulling up to the trailer park faster than he thought was possible, his knuckles rapping on her trailer door. The dark haired girl opened it quickly, thick black eyeliner freshly applied.
“Hey jug.” She grinned “what brings you here?” She smirked cockily.
“Cut the shit Toni,” Jughead growled “you went to my girlfriends place? You talked to my girlfriend? What did you say to her?”
The grungy girl shrugged carelessly
“ I caught her when she was coming out of cheerleading practice.” She scrunched her nose and snorted in disgust. Jughead fists clenched, how had he not noticed how nasty his new friend was “anyway, we just talked. I mentioned how well you were settling into Southside High, told her about our friendship.” She looked away.
“What. Did. You. Say.”
She turned back to him, eyes dark, a wicked smile on her face
“I told her you didn’t want her. I told her about us, how close we are. I told her it would be better for everyone if she just stayed away, stopped interfering where she doesn’t belong.”
Jughead slammed his fist into the side of the trailer, startling the dirty teen.
“Stay the fuck away from me Toni, I’m done with you. I don’t want you, I’ve never wanted you. Get over yourself and stay the hell away from my girlfriend.” He stormed back to his truck, ignoring her desperate calls from behind him.
Slamming his forehead onto his steering wheel he cursed, he had wanted to fit in so bad, wanted to find someplace he belonged, he’d been so desperate for a home he abandoned the one place that he actually felt at home, with Betty.
Straightening his back he drove, and drove and drove until he saw the familiar White House. Slamming into the driveway he leaped out of the truck and opened the front door, he knew her parents wouldn’t be home, they never were. God he was such shit.
He bounded the stairs quickly before ripping her bedroom door open. His heart aching when he saw her curled up on her bed, long blonde hair messy and down, her nose was red and her eyes were rimmed and exhausted. She jumped up
“You can’t be here, get out. You have to go.” She whimpered, her eyes darting and her fingernails digging into her palms.
He ran for her then, his fingers prying her hands free and covering them with his own.
“I’m so sorry, I love you. I love you so much, and I’ve been awful to you, I just.. I wanted to fit in. I wanted to be someone. I promise you, Toni is nothing to me, nothing happened. You’re everything, you have to know that. How can you not know that?” He buried his face in her hair, tugging her onto his lap and running his hands over her body, she was unresponsive and his hands began to shake, tears falling freely
“Please baby, don’t leave me.” He whispered, cupping her chin, pressing his forehead against hers.
“I can’t be what you need.” She whispered, eyes closed.
Jughead shook his head roughly
“No. no you’re everything I need. I love you. I know you love me too, please.” He begged.
Betty finally opened her eyes
“I..” she trailed off when his lips landed on hers, pouring so much passion into the embrace, this was it, this was all he had. When he pulled away Betty sighed softly
“Okay. Okay, we can try.” She whispered.
They were gonna make it, it didn’t matter who or what got in their way, they were gonna make it, they had too.
This just came to me watching the rain right now. Hope you enjoy it :)
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It was on a cold, snowy night that she saw him for the first time.
The world was wrapped in white all around their small townhouse and the little snowflakes were continuing to fall. For a few hours, she’d been out with her dad, tasting the snowflakes on her little pink tongue, making small balls with her hands and wetting her thick mittens. But the chill had gotten too bad so she’d come inside to her warm, delicious-smelling house, had cleaned up and sat her tush on her chair beside the dining table.
It was then, while drinking from her hot cup of chocolate with the marshmallows as night fell outside, while her parents sat before her with their backs to the large windows, that she saw him.
Gaunt. Thin. Pale.
He looked so cold. His teeth visibly chattered in the wind she could see blowing outside, the paleness of his skin matching the falling snow. And in that pale, thin face of overlong, messy blond hair, she saw those sad blue eyes, blue like the beautiful sky on a clear day. He was looking into the house, his eyes roaming all over the place, taking in everything with such longing on that tired face that her eyes filled.
He caught her looking at him.
Fear flashed across his face.
And then, he was gone.
Before she could utter a word.
She went to her warm bed that night, thinking of the cold boy with the sad blue eyes.
She went to her soft bed, an eight-year-old who didn’t know her life had changed.
She caught him outside her window the next night.
Her little heart beat faster when she found him, leaning against the glass, peeking inside her small bedroom. Before she could stop herself, she climbed down from the bed and without turning on the lights, went to the window.
She leaned her head back at looked slightly up at him, seeing his blue eyes widen for a second upon seeing her awake. Tilting her head to the side, she took in the thin, ugly sweater he wore with a small hole near his shoulder, the jeans that had faded to an almost light color, and the scuffed shoes. Then, she peeked down at her own thick red socks, her tummy hurting for him.
But she couldn’t invite him inside. She couldn’t talk to him either. He was a stranger and talking to strangers was bad.
Biting her lip, she looked back up into his sad eyes, and slowly placed her tiny hands on the glass opposite his.
His hands, just slightly bigger than hers, shook.
Before she could question herself, Felicity ran back to her bed, plucked out her favorite blue blanket - with the big brown wolf looking up at the big yellow moon that her mom had made for her - and dragged it to the window, almost falling down twice under the weight of the thing.
The boy watched her quietly, stepping back when she opened the window, thrust the blanket into his arms and slammed the glass down again before he could snatch her away.
She saw the boy look down at her favorite blanket in his arms, saw his fingers curl around it, and saw him look up.
And she grinned.
His eyes weren’t so sad anymore.
She woke up extra early the next morning, just to see if he was there.
Quelling the disappointment down, Felicity jumped to the kitchen, a new mission on her mind.
He came that night, wordlessly, soundlessly, wrapped in her blanket, and pressed those hands upon the glass.
She got down from the bed on her tippy toes, wordlessly, soundlessly, and pressed her hands against his.
Then she snatched the Tupperware of pie she’d been saving for him the whole day, opened the window a peek and thrust it into his arms before slamming the window down again.
He looked down at the box for a long time, his lips trembling, before looking up at her.
pairing: taehyung x reader genre: highschool!AU, angst, drama, fluff.
summary: what happens when the bad boy and the mysterious, new girl get stuck in detention together? will their intense hatred turn into the deepest love, when they finally open up and learn about each other’s secrets?
“Well, well, well. Look who it is,” Taehyung cooed with a sly grin plastered on his face. Great, you thought to yourself, because you really wanted to bump into him, note the sarcasm.
“What? Are you stalking me because I wouldn’t open my legs on command for you?” You spat at him with a disgusted look on your face, knowing his type and definitely wasn’t going to get involved.
“Yet…” He replied in low and throaty voice, which instantly made you scoff and roll your eyes. Damn, he really thought he was all that. “Aren’t you gonna congratulate me, Y/N?” He added, looking at you from underneath his messy blonde hair.
“For what? Fucking girl number one hundred? Bravo V, bravo.” You sarcastically replied, always quick when it came to come backs. It was one of your many charms.
“For your information, I’m well past a hundred babe. And nah, Korean Arts won the game earlier, all thanks to…” He coughed slightly as he rubbed some invisible dirt off his shirt. For fuck sake, he most likely ran his own fan-site at the rate he was going.
“Well, congratulations,” You said, slightly rolling your eyes, not giving a damn. “Why don’t you just go and tell that to someone who needs impressing and doesn’t have any standards? Because you’ll be right in there, boo boo.” You smirked, playfully slapping his cheek once and twice before continuing on your run.
Just as you were about to turn the corner, you turned your head to see him standing in the same position, muttering to himself in disbelief.
Who needs games, when you can mess with a boy’s ego? It’s way more fun.
a/n; the plot is cliche asf, but let me know if i should make a series out of this. 🌹
Quick Summary: Lapis Lazuli isn’t happy with what’s happening in her life at the moment. Circumstances has caused her mother who abandoned her to suddenly take her into her home. Her half-sisters, (Blue) Pearl and Sapphire, are weird and school is tedious no matter what country she’s in. What’s more, some girl with messy blonde hair is dragging her to the Art room.
(basically y/n and jack are roommates but one day jack really needs y/n to help him out)
You had just got back from a busy day at work, feeling strained and frustrated. Don’t get yourself wrong, you loved your job - being a make up artist had been your dream since you could imagine. But, living in London means you’re always non-stop busy at work and it was even worse when you had to work on someone fussy.
As you got your uber home, you looked out the window whilst thinking about what your plans were when you get home. Currently, you shared an apartment with your best friend Jack - who you had known for years. It was a Friday night so the chances were Jack was going to drag you out with him and his friends. You didn’t mind though, you always had fun with them.
Grabbing your bag off of the seat next to you, you thanked your driver before heading up into your apartment. When you unlocked the door, you couldn’t hear or see any sign of Jack so you guessed he was at his brother’s - who lives just around the corner.
As you took off your coat, you heard a strange noise. It kind of sounded like a whimper, coming from Jack’s bedroom. When you realised it was a moan, you started to panic - was Jack with a girl right now? Your heart started to tug in your chest.
The thing was, you liked Jack. You always had liked Jack. Ever since you were little, it started off as just a little crush that you thought was going to pass. But no, as every day you spent with him you felt yourself falling more and more for those beautiful blue eyes and messy blond hair. The way his eyes would light up when he laughed and the way his eyebrows would furrow when he was concerned. He was the mot beautiful person you had ever known.
Not just this, but the way he acted towards you also made you like him even more. Always harmlessly flirting, and he would always get protective if any guy tried to hurt you, or even try to get to know you. He was always making sure you’re OK and always cheered you up when you were down. Jack had helped you through some of the hardest times in your life, yet you had both had the best times of your life together.
Yet, even through all of this, you had to suffer whilst Jack always brought home random girls to fuck. Or even in the club, when he would kiss them right in front of you. You couldn’t say anything - if Jack knew that you liked him, your friendship would probably be destroyed from awkwardness.
You heard it again - a low moan from his bedroom. You were waiting for the dreadful moment that you hear a random girl moan out Jack’s name, but it was weird, you couldn’t hear one. Jack wasn’t that bad in bed, was he?
“Ohhh… Y/N.” Your eyes widened as you heard Jack moan out your name. OK< now you were confused. Jack probably was with a girl that had the same name as you, right?
But then why couldn’t you hear anyone else?
You creeped over to his door, which was cracked open a tiny bit. You felt rude and sneaky and a bit weird about spying like this, but you were confused.
You looked through the crack to see Jack with his head back against the headboard, eyes screwed shut as he slowly pumped himself up and down. You felt yourself grow wet at the sight.
Jack was huge, to say the least. He wasn’t wearing anything, his hair was down, sprawled over his forehead. You could see the veins in his biceps pop out as he picked up the pace with his hand.
“Fuck, Y/N…” He moaned.
You gasped as you realised he was thinking about you. You were extremely turned on already, just from the sight of Jack in this state, but now - knowing he was thinking about you was making you ache for him.
“Y/N?” Jack’s eyes shot open as he heard you gasp. He looked over to you, still pumping himself.
You were expecting him to stop and cover himself up in shock, but no. He hummed in pleasure as he looked at you, still touching himself.
“Jack.” You breathed out, rubbing your legs together to try and get some friction to your core.
“Babe…” He moaned, his hand sliding up and down on his length.
“Were you…” You didn’t really know how to word it.
“Thinking about you?” He grinned. “Yeah.”
“Can I…” You were nervous, scared you were going to go too far. But as Jack was sat there, jerking off whilst watching you kind of broke all the boundaries.
You looked at his member, trying to get the message across to him.
“Please.” He cried out.
You didn’t waste any more time. Walking over to him, you kneeled on his bed before situating yourself so you were straddling his thighs. You had imagined a moment like this for so long, you couldn’t quite believe this was happening.
You wrapped your hand around Jack’s length as your licked your lips. His tip was bright pink, obviously very sensitive. Your thumb brushed over the tip, making him squirm.
“What… What was you thinking about?” You asked him as you began to pump him up and down.
Both of his hands went to the back of his neck, showing off his biceps as he bit on his bottom lip.
“I was imagining what it would be like to fuck my best friend on our kitchen work top.” He breathed.
“Is this weird?” You asked, trying not to show him how much you were turned on even though continued to pleasure him with your hand.
“No, is it?” He asked. “I’ve wanted this for so long, I’ve just been a pussy.” He admitted to you.
“Same.” You breathed.
Suddenly, Jack grabbed your wrists, stopping you from touching him.
“Y/N,” He looked at you with warning. “I need you so fucking bad right now, but if this is actually going to happen, I need you to promise it won’t ruin our friendship.”
“I promise.” You said immediately before leaning forward and crashing your lips onto his.
He kissed you hungrily as he attempted to get your clothes off. He started to undo your shirt but as he got to the third button, he realised it would take long. With skilful hands, he yanked at it, ripped all the buttons off.
“Jack!” You squealed, leaving you in just your bra.
“I’ll buy you a new one, just get your fucking clothes off.” He growled.
You stepped off of the bed, deciding to tease Jack as much as possible. You turned away from him as you pulled your trousers down slowly.
You heard him groan as you were only in your bra and underwear. When you got rid of your underwear, you still didn’t turn around. As you unclipped your bra, you felt Jack’s hand slap your bum harshly.
“I’ve always loved this pretty little ass.” He growled into your ear, pushing you up against his bedroom wall. You could feel his hard length against your thigh, making you moan.
Jack helped you out as he yanked your bra off of your body, throwing it the floor. His lips went right under your ear, sucking at your neck. His hand trailed down, rubbing at your bum before going further down, his fingers lightly dragging along your soaked centre.
“Fuck, Y/N, bet you never thought that your best friend could get you this wet, hey?” Jack laughed.
You could already tell, Jack was quite rough in bed. The way he handled you - even though you could tell that he knew what he was doing, he was being quite rough.
Jack went to his knees behind you, making you whine as he was no longer touching you. However, he grabbed your waist, pulling you back a bit before pushing your back forward, making you bend over. You were totally exposed to Jack right now as you were bent over in front of him.
He grabbed your legs, making you open them a bit. Without warning, you felt his mouth go to your soaked core, sucking harshly. You moaned, the feeling of Jack’s mouth was incredible.
You could feel Jack’s hair brush against your skin. His tongue entered you, Jack performing wonders, making you moan out his name. as he continued to tongue fuck you, you were impressed by what this boy could do with his mouth.
“Jack…” You cried. “I need you inside me.”
Jack heard you, pulling away from you as you turned around. He was still on his knees, looking you up and down as he grinned.
“You’re sexy as fuck.” He licked his lips.
“Jaaack.” You whined, stepping forward and putting your hands on the back of his head, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
“Against the wall or on the bed?” He asked you as he stood up.
“Take me wherever you like, Randy.” You grinned at him, calling him by his nickname.
“How the fuck do I deserve this?” Jack breathed out with a smile on his lips, running a hand through his hair.
He walked over to his bedside table, opening the top drawer.
“Babe, i’m on the pill.” You told him, realising how weird it is that your best friend didn’t know that.
“Why?” He asked you with his eyebrows furrowed. “Who have you been fucking?”
Was he really jealous right now? Here you were, against the wall, naked and ready for him. Yet he’s worried about who else you’ve been sleeping with.
“Jack… Really?” You crossed your arms.
“Well, what if you’ve been fucking around?” He asked.
“Are you fucking serious?” You asked in disbelief. Jack sleeps with a different girl almost every week.
“You tell me.” He shrugged.
“You’re a fucking dick head! You know i’m not like that!” You raised your voice at him before walking out of his bedroom.
When you were almost at your bedroom door you felt Jack as he grabbed your hips.
“I’m joking, baby.” He laughed before kissing you desperately and pushing you against the wall in the hall way. You were still angry, but that just made you want him more.
“You’re a dick.” You mumbled against him lips but you couldn’t help but smile.
“You want my dick.” He said back.
“Mmh… True.” You laughed.
“Jump.” He told you and he caught you as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
He kissed you eagerly as he pressed into you. You moaned at the feeling as your arms wrapped around his neck.
“Fucking hell, you’re tight.” Jack said as he broke the kiss.
“Fuck!” You hissed at the pain. “Jack, you’re too big.”
You were honestly convinced that he was way too big to fit inside of you without ripping you open.
“Sorry.” He laughed, moving slowly. “Are you OK, babe?”
“Yeah,” You breathed out, resting your forehead against his. “Go.”
Jack started to move in and out of you at a steady pace, the pain soon disappearing as the feeling got a lot better.
“Babyyyy.” He moaned into your neck.
“Randy baby.” You giggled.
Jack laughed as he picked up the pace soon slamming in and out of you.
Your grip got tighter around his neck and your whole body moved up and down as he fucked you like this.
“I’ve waited so long for this.” Jack admitted.
“Me too.” You told, breathless.
His hands gripped tighter onto your bum. Jack Maynard fucking you against a wall of your shared apartment was way better than you imagined. His length filled you up and hit you in all the right spots, making you cry out in pleasure.
“This is so embarrassing, Y/N, but i’m about to cum.” He told you.
“Don’t worry, me too.” You told him.
As Jack moaned your named into your ear, you hit your high.
“Jack, that was so hot.” You moaned right as he released inside of you, within seconds it was running down your leg - it was so dirty but just turned you on even more.
You bit down on the skin of Jack’s shoulder as he made you orgasm. Jack hissed but he head already told you before that he had a pain kink, so you knew he liked it.
“Y/N fucking Y/L/N!” Jack breathed out as he put you down.
“Randy is good at fucking, i’ll give you that.” You admitted, patting Jack on the chest as you tried to catch your breath.
“Good luck walking tomorrow.” He laughed as he pressed one last kiss to your lips.
OK I REALLY WANNA DO A PART 2 TO THIS !!!!! send in your requests of what you want me to write next xx
(Sorry for sending you another tangled blurb) could you do the line "did I ever tell you that I have a thing for brunettes" with Remus?
I think you’ll find my current emotions/insecurities laced through this…it was unintentional.
Your smile drooped into a frown as you noticed Remus chatting with a girl from Beauxbatons. She was pristine. Her hair was done up in a perfectly messy bun, blond hair shining in the winter light. Her cloak clung to her in a flattering way, illuminating her picturesque curves. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her.
Her hand was placed on his bicep in a clearly flirty way and it disappointed you to see that Remus was not pulling away in the slightest. He seemed engrossed in her words, hanging onto each and every one of them.
“He’s just being polite, you know?” came a familiar voice from beside you.
“What?” you asked Sirius, his long hair fluttering in the breeze.
“He’s not into her,” he clarified.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Come on, (Y/N)! I’m not blind; I know you like him,” he chuckled.
“I do not!” you growled, annoyed by how easily Sirius had seen past your feigned indifference.
He simply raised his eyebrows, a shit-eating grin growing on his lips.
“Fine,” you admitted, “maybe I do, but it doesn’t matter. Remus would never notice me like that. Not when he’s got her hanging onto his arm.” You gave one last look at the blossoming couple, before muttering, “I’ll see you later.”
The Yule Ball sprang upon you suddenly, and though you really didn’t want to go, Lily and Marlene were certainly pushy.
“You look fantastic, (Y/N)!” chirped Marlene as you finished up your look.
“Thanks,” you mumbled, still a bit unsure about the fast approaching dance. The three of you were going without dates and though you loved being with your friends, you weren’t sure a ball was really your style.
By the time you made it to the Great Hall, the party had already begin. Boys and girls from each school were mingling and bopping along to the music. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted Remus, the now familiar girl, lingering around him.
As you began to head back up to your dorm, a gruff voice asked, “May I have this dance?”
A tall boy from Durmstrang stood behind you, his eyes surprisingly warm in contrast to his voice.
“Um, sure,” you answered, slightly puzzled.
Guiding you to the dance floor, the boy introduced himself, “I’m Anton.”
“(Y/N),” you smiled.
“You look very beautiful,” he commented as he spun you around, his accent thick.
“Thank you,” you chuckled nervously. It wasn’t often you received that kind of compliment. Marlene and Lily? Sure. But you? Not likely.
By your third dance, you were becoming quite comfortable with Anton. You and he had a fair bit in common and made quick friends. You had already promised to keep in touch once the tournament finished.
From the corner of your eye, you saw Remus’ form approaching you, his jaw locked.
Tapping Anton’s shoulder, he huffed, “May I cut in?”
Anton raised his brows at you, making sure you had no objections. When you nodded signaling it was okay, Anton kissed your hand before heading off toward the refreshments.
Remus’ hands were suddenly on your waist as he whisked you around the dance floor.
“I didn’t realize you came with a date tonight,” he commented.
“I didn’t realize you cared,” you snapped back, unsure of where the sudden confidence had come from.
Hurt flashed through his eyes as he pulled back slightly, a hand rubbing his neck nervously, “Can we take a walk or something?”
You gave a short nod and followed him past the many dancing bodies and out into an empty corridor.
“Look, (Y/N),” he started, his eyes darting nervously, in an uncharacteristically Remus way.
“Don’t you have a date to get back to you?” you snarked.
Confusion passed over his face, “A date?”
“The girl from Beauxbatons.”
“We aren’t - she’s not -” Remus stumbled.
“Right, well I’m going to go find Anton,” you turned on your heel, suddenly intent on having a nice night even without Remus.
“I like you,” he announced, his hand wrapping around your wrist gently in an attempt to stop you from leaving.
“You like me?” you repeated.
He nodded, eyes glued to the ground, “As more than a friend.”
“I like you too,” you paused, “but the Beauxbaton?”
“She’s been trying to help me. Ask you out, I mean. I’m not - you know - good with girls. And then when I saw you with that guy, I just - I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to tell you,” he admitted sheepishly.
You subconsciously took a step toward him.
“Yeah,” he breathed, closing the gap and slowly bringing his lips to yours, a hand cupping your cheek.
The kiss you had been pining after for so long was everything you had dreamed of: soft and sweet and 100% Remus.
Pulling away mere centimeters, Remus smiled, “Did I ever tell you I have a thing for brunettes?”
SLIGHT SMUT, not that you wouldn’t be uncomfortable
“You look stunning tonight, Harry.”
Potter smiled beautifully at you, his cheeks glowing pink. “You look well too, (Y/L/N).”
Draco wrapped his arms around you tighter, looking at Harry with what looked like a jealous smirk, “Too bad she’s mine, eh, Potter?”
“Too bad,” Harry agreed simply, winking at you. “If you don’t mind, Draco, can I borrow (Y/N) for a while?”
“Of course he doesn’t mind,” you smiled sheepishly, standing beside him. “Let’s go, should we?”
As you both left Draco looking rather stunned, you let out a silent giggle, knowing that he was furious and jealous of your action. You’re his; and no one could change that.
Draco stared at you the whole time; you had your arms around Harry most of the time, laughed at all of the jokes he made, wiped a chocolate stain on the corner of his mouth, and the way you moved your hips when you were dancing with him.
You love him being jealous; it would always end up serious.
“How’s your friends, Potter?” You asked, glancing at staring-Draco a few times. “Everything’s alright?”
“Fine,” he nodded. “Ron’s a little bit of a tosser, really.”
You laughed- yet, again at this stupid remark he made- but Harry didn’t notice the sarcastic tone. He, however, continued making horrible jokes out of the most common things in the world.
“Harry, hey-” you jerked forward, grabbing a tissue and wiped an invisible stain on his pink lips, “You’ve another chocolate stain here.”
Draco crossed his arms now and you cheered quietly in victory; knowing that he couldn’t resist you anymore, you kept on flirting with poor Harry.
“I would like to play Quidditch,” you shrugged, once again watching Draco from the corner of your eye. “It sounds fun- especially being a Seeker.”
And you would put your hands near to Harry’s crotch- which, he didn’t flinch, but looked at you admiringly.
“Everyone’s crazy about you,” Harry said, as you choked on your drink. “I think McLaggen has a picture of you in his trunk.”
You know Draco’s weakness- which is you sitting on his lap. It would become even more crazy when he sees you- sitting on someone else’s lap.
Unfortunately, this is a major turn-on for you.
You sat on Harry’s lap and whispered an old joke to him (which he found pretty funny), and Harry was blushing heavily and you noticed; he had gotten a boner.
Draco made his way towards the both of you; his blonde hair messy and his face unmistakably sweaty. You kept on whispering to Harry- brushing your lips on his earlobe a few times.
“Hello,” Draco cleared his throat. “Cozy being with my girl, Potter?”
“Draco!” Harry stared at him as though suddenly recovering the fact that I’m his girlfriend, “She’s a great company.”
Draco glared at him sharply; his cold, dark grey eyes like his father’s glinting furiously under the Great Hall’s floating candles. You could see the tension between these two- and it wasn’t a pleasing sight.
“Harry-” you smiled once again, though this time rather quickly, “Thank you for tonight.”
Harry smiled sincerely and nodded, “My pleasure, (Y/N). If you don’t mind, I would like to return to my friends.”
“What a fucking git-” mumbled Draco when Harry fled from our sight to his fellow friends, “Thought he could take my girl away from me.”
You playfully fixed his tie and gazed dreamily at his face, “What’s that?”
“You’re a bloody teaser, (Y/L/N),” Draco groaned, swapping your hands away. “Out of all boys you could pick; Harry!”
“Well, he’s cute.”
He glared at you, “I don’t approve of that.”
“You’re not approving what I approved,” you poked him on his chest, earning an even sharper glare from your partner.
“I heard Harry said something about McLaggen having a picture of you in his trunk-” Draco stared at you longingly, “Is that true?”
You shrugged, “There’s only one way to find out.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He grunted, running his long fingers through his light-coloured hair depressingly. “Can you be more specific?”
“Well, maybe I should go to his dorm sometimes,” you smiled innocently. “Maybe I should ask his permission to open his trunk.”
This wasn’t funny to Draco as it was to you- he had a frown on his face and you knew you were fucked.
He pulled you out from the Great Hall and off to one of McGonagall’s old classroom rather aggressively, where he pinned you against the hard wall and began cursing at you while you chuckled deeply.
“Being a fucking whore, aren’t you?”
“I’m not the one who pulled his partner to an empty classroom,” you chuckled, feeling his hot breath fanning your neck. “Who’s being a whore now?”
He attached his lips on your neck as you moaned softly, feeling his arrogant smirk formed against your skin. You weren’t surprise- of course he had to show something about you being his.
His action continued hotly for a few more minutes before he pulled away to take you right there and that time, but you stopped abruptly with what a teasing smile on your face.
“Should we continue this in your room?”
He smirked and licked his lips, his breath unstable and his hair even more crazier than it had been before;