Request : please do a jeff atkins imagine but please dont let him die there iM BEGGIN U
This imagine doesn’t mention his death or the party or anything! Just a regular ‘dating Jeff Atkins’ imagine. Lol
Requests are closed. xx
Warnings : not really smut but… stripping ?…. cheeky!Jeff
Pairings : Jeff x Fem.Reader
Walking into the library, my eyes scanned over everyone’s faces until I saw my boyfriend sitting with Clay. He looked irritated and pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a seat at the table, Jeff’s eyes lit up.
“Hey babe.” He smiled.
I grinned, “How’s he doing, Clay?”
“Depends. Did Abraham Jefferson write the Declaration of Independence?” Clay responded smartly.
Summary: You wake up from a sexy dream featuring Dean to come face to face with your less than pleased boyfriend, Castiel.
A/N: @greenappleeyes gave me this idea and I WENT NUTS WHEN SHE GAVE IT TOO ME AND I OBSESSIVELY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS UNTIL MY WRITER’S BLOCK WAS GONE AND WAS ABLE TO WRITE IT
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: language, slight dom!cas, oral (female receiving….lots of it), multiple orgasms, over sensitivity, bondage (if you considered getting pinned down by cas’ grace and tied to your headboard with his tie), also, smut. I think that’s it?
Word Count: 2.3k
You leaned up to kiss Dean as he’d slid an arm underneath you, and pulled you up and straddle his lap. You moaned into his mouth as you sank down onto him. Your head fell back as he slowly filled you, his mouth finding one of your breasts as you slowly began to move your hips back and forth. He sucked and teased your nipple with his teeth, the sensitivity causing you to tremble as you rode him.
During the testing of the BT-7 in 1936, Eugene Anatolievich Kulchitsky drove the tank off a ramp, to see how much air time it could get at maximum speed.
While he didn’t clear the lake, the BT-7 flew an amazing forty-two metres before it splashed down.
Warnings:THERES SO MUCH SIN THAT EVEN HOLY WATER CANT SAVE ME. AVERT YOUR EYES, SMALL CHILDREN.
The next day after what happened with Jughead, I immediately went to Veronica. She was my best friend, and I trusted her completely with my life, so I also trusted the fact that she would explain to me what the hell I should be doing when it comes to…..things like this.
“Veronica, I just, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about all this kinky stuff, but I know that if there’s somebody I’m comfortable enough with, it’s him, And Jughead, sometimes with the way he is, he, he…” I trailed off, crossing one leg over the other on Veronica’s mattress.
“Turns you on?” Veronica asked, a giggly tone in her voice as she spun around in her vanity chair to look at me.
“Yes.” I admitted, heat spreading across my cheeks quickly.
“Girl, I get what you mean, every time I see Betty in that cheer uniform-” Veronica dramatically draped herself over her chair, fanning herself with her hand. “ my gay ass heart just can’t handle it.” I rolled my eyes before standing up and swatting her in the arm.
“I’m serious, Ronnie! Jughead does.. Things to me! Things I’m not used to feeling! Things I seriously don’t like-” I cut myself off, groaning loudly in sexual frustration, and flopping back down on to Veronica’s bed face up. My arms sprawled out across the duvet and I sighed, turning my head to look at my friend now looking down at me.
“ He’s going to be the death of me, Ronnie. He really is.”
“Cheer up sunshine. Let me show you a few things first.”
I had left Ronnie’s house with a lot of ideas, and I planned to use them this weekend. The knowledge she had given gave me somewhat a surge of confidence, and I was positive that the rain check I had made with Jughead would be worth it.
It was the next weekend when I finally acted upon my ideas.
My mom was going away for the weekend, which meant I would have the house all to myself.The last bell had rang, signaling to the students that they had just been relinquished their freedom and were free to leave the torturous hell that was Riverdale High (ok, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but I’m a drama queen). I saw Jughead standing in front of his locker, rummaging through It while Archie leaned against the locker beside him, hands moving as he told Jughead something. I quickly moved from in between Betty and Veronica, quickly making my way to my boyfriend. I grabbed his shoulder as he stood facing away, pulling him down backwards so my lips brushed against his neck, and whispered.
“My house, tonight. I wanna make good use of that rain-check.”
I let go of Jughead, my hand pushing him slightly and his body sprang back in to his previous position, his mouth open. I was halfway down the hall when he turned around, and I just giggled before winking and blowing him a kiss.
Instead of meeting Jughead at Pop’s, I went straight home, checking to make sure my mom had left for her trip. When I saw the empty driveway, I knew I was in the clear. I ran inside and up to my room, dropping my bag and trying to think of my next move. I figured taking a shower was good, so I took a quick one, making sure to shave even though I had done so a couple nights ago. I got out, towel-drying my hair and brushing my teeth before grabbing my nicest pair of bra and underwear. I wasn’t a huge lingerie person, but my mom had bought me a couple nice sets for my birthday, which I was now extremely thankful for.
I threw on a cami and a pair of (extremely short) shorts afterwards, before brushing my hair out and spraying a little perfume. When I was done, I went back down stairs.I occupied myself by getting a little something to drink, and messing around on my phone. I started to almost worry that Jughead wouldn’t show up, and my head started to get the best of me. What if he didn’t want this? What if I freaked him out and potentially ruined our relationship?
A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, and I padded towards it, unlocking the bolt and swinging it open to see Jughead. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, his head raising to look at me. His eyebrows raised as he took in my appearance.
“Is your mom home?” He asked, stepping inside and locking the door behind him.
“No, she’s gone for the weekend. Business trip.”
Jughead quickly had me pinned against the door, his hands wrapping around the back of my thighs and lifting me so my lower body was wrapped around his waist. His lips went to mine, kissing me roughly. My hands went around his neck, knocking his hat off when my fingers curled in to this hair. I tugged lightly and Jughead groaned against my lips. I broke apart from him, panting heavily.
“Do you uh, do you want something to eat?” I asked him, mentally face palming myself. Jughead laughed, his head falling in to the crook of my neck.
“Sure, what’s on the menu?” Jughead responded, lifting his head to look at me. I had an idea to fix the mood I just killed, bringing my lip between my teeth.
Jughead looked taken aback for a second before a smug look took over his face.
“Hmm, dessert first. I like that idea.” Jughead leaned back down to kiss me, his lips on mine only for a second before trailing down my jaw and to my neck. Jughead began to litter my neck with dark, purple bruises, his body pressing in to mine. Jughead’s hands traveled down my body, his fingers slipping under my shirt. My breath hitched at the feeling of his warm hands on my cold skin, gripping at my waist firmly.
“M-maybe we should- we should go upstairs.” I panted, my breath heavy. Jughead adjusted his grip on my thighs before complying to my suggestion, stumbling a bit to find the stairs.
“You’re going to break your neck.” I giggled, clinging to his shoulders for dear life.
“Don’t undermine my masculinity.” Jughead pouted, climbing up the staircase with me still in his arms. I laughed at the clumsiness of my boyfriend as he actually managed to make it up the stairs, kicking my door open. Jughead dropped me down on to my bed, my back bouncing against the cool mattress. I sat up, reaching out and gripping Jughead’s jacket and tugging it off of him.
“Eager, are we?” Jughead taunted, helping me pull his jacket off. I rolled my eyes, my hands now going to the sweater underneath his jacket. I pulled it over his head to be met with another shirt.
“What is it with the layers?!” I groaned, my hands now working on getting the short sleeved shirt off.
“Really, Forsythe, I thought when I invited you over, you would get the memo to wear less clothing.”
“Unless you wanted me to be a popsicle stick by the time I made it here, that wasn’t happening.” Jughead retorted, his hands going to my tank top.“ Although, I’m pretty sure I woulda been warm in a matter of moments anyways.” Jughead leaned down, his teeth biting gently at the skin on my neck, making my breath hitch in my throat. Jughead pulled my tank top off my body, his hands running down my sides and to my hips before gripping them tightly and pulling me closer to his body.
Jughead and I had had sex only a couple of times, the first time obviously being an awkward and romantic mess, and the second time almost being caught by Archie and Betty, who happened to live across the street from me.Jughead and I weren’t huge on sex, it wasn’t something we wanted to do 24/7 like a lot of the kids at our school, but the both of us had so much pent up sexual frustration lately that we were seconds away from creating tears in our remaining clothes.
Jughead grabbed the waistband of my shorts, slipping them down my thighs. I kicked them off before pushing Jughead over and down on to my bed. I unbuttoned the top of his skinny jeans, pulling them down his legs quickly before straddling Jughead, grinding down in to his hips. Jughead groaned, raising his hips to meet mine and I held them down with my hands, grinding my hips down harder on to him.
“Fuck.” Jughead moaned, his breath becoming heavier. I felt him get harder underneath me and I grinned, glad I was getting the reaction I wanted. I sat up, grabbing one of my scarves hanging off my bed frame and toying with it in my hands.
“You wanna try something?” I looked down at my boyfriend, his eyes wide and fixed upon the fabric slipping between my fingers.
“Lay it on me.” Jughead smirked and I grinned, taking his wrists in my hands. Jughead looked confused as I tied his hands to my bedpost, looking up at me.
“To be honest, I thought the roles would be reversed when you asked.” He chuckled, relaxing under my body.
“We’ve got the whole weekend, babe.” I reached behind my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall off my shoulders. I flung it aside, my hands now traveling down my boyfriend’s body and running over his hard-on, hidden by the fabric of his boxers. I cupped it lightly before moving away.
“Do you really have to be a tea-ease.” Jughead groaned when my hand dipped under the elastic, wrapping my hand around him firmly. I slowly pumped my hand up and down, Jughead’s breathing becoming rapid. I pulled my hand down, my fingers pulling his boxers off and slipping my underwear off after. I leaned over Jughead’s body, grabbing a condom from the drawer of my nightstand.
I took the end of the foil package between my teeth, ripping it open. I was met with the gross taste of lube and a disgusted look swept across my face quickly.
“Why didn’t you just…. Open it with your hands??” Jughead tilted his head, stifling a laugh at my reaction to the flavorless substance.
“Veronica said it’d be sexier.” I scoffed, pulling the condom out of the package.“ Last time I take her advice.”
“Wait, you went to Veronica for advice on sex?” Jughead sat up a bit. I pushed him back down with my hand, looking shocked at my surprise burst of dominance.
“Jughead, I’m literally about to sit on your dick. Please don’t ruin the mood.” I pinched the tip of the condom, rolling it down Jughead’s penis. Jughead laid back down, eyes wide and looking at me.
My knees went to either side of Jughead hips, my hand guiding him as I slowly sank down on to him. My hands went to my chest, my lower body feeling a bit tight and uncomfortable. When my thighs reached Jughead’s hips, I stopped, giving myself a moment to adjust before slowly beginning to rise up and sink back down on to him.
I tried to keep a steady pace, my legs burning as I grinded down on to Jughead’s dick.
Jughead’s uneven breathing turned in to small groans and my hands went down his chest, my fingernails leaving scratch marks down his stomach.
I began to go faster, already feeling worn out. Jughead’s hair was already starting to stick to his forehead, and my chest was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. I painted, picking up the pace even more and going as fast as I could.
“Baby, baby untie me.” Jughead panted, wriggling his arms that were suspended over his head. I paused, leaning over and untying the knot of my scarf. When Jughead was free he immediately sat up, his arms wrapping around my body as he thrusted in to me. My head fell in to the crook of his shoulder, my nails dragging down the muscles in his back.
“F-fuck, Forsythe, I-I’m-” my body tensed, the fuzzy feeling in my lower body and the twitching of my abdomen telling me I was close. Jughead flipped us over so I was on my back, his arms holding him up as he pounded in to me at a rapid pace.
My orgasm hit me like an oncoming train, my nails now digging deep in to Jughead’s skin and my back arching. My vision was blurry, colors and stars clouding my sight.
Jughead came a few moments later, collapsing on top of my body. My arms went around his neck, my hands playing with the ends of his hair as I tried to calm my breathing.
Jughead eventually pulled out of me, his body leaving mine for a moment to discard the used condom before grabbing his sweater. He climbed back on to the bed, his hands pulling my body up in to a sitting position before pulling the sweater over my head.
“You know, I can dress myself. I’m not five.” I teased, pulling my arms through the sleeves of the long sweater. The end of the fabric went to my knees, reminding me of how tiny I was compared to my beanstalk of a boyfriend.
“I know.” Jughead was standing up, his boxers now on and his shirt slipping over his head. I raised my arms up, making grabby hands at him.
“Well if you’re going to treat me like I’m 5, then I demanded to be carried to the kitchen.” I pouted. Jughead turned to me, a grin on his face.
“As you wish.” Jughead’s arms went under my body, listing up like I was a feather. I squealed, clinging to him as he kicked my door open.
“So, why the kitchen?” Jughead asked, now carrying me back down the stairs he had carried me up about an hour ago.
“Well, I made dinner, and then after we ate, I thought we could test how sturdy the island in my kitchen is.” I bit my lip, looking at Jughead.
“I’m honestly convinced that I died and I have gone to heaven.” Jughead shook the fringe out of his face, dipping his head down and pressing his lips to mine.
in our first campaign we had to scare a dragon out of a town, we didn’t need to kill it, just scare it off, lacking a tank we were reluctant, but went anyway, what followed was glorious.
Bard (me): What do I roll to scare it away with my bagpipes? Necromancer: wait hold on I need to do something Bard: please just let me try this I- Necromancer: No just wait *casts mage armour on me, subsequently making me glow* there, Bard: Oh, thanks, ok now what do I roll to scare the dragon? performance or intimidation? DM: *with a deep sigh* I guess intimidation Bard: *rolls a 23, not a nat but still good enough, everyone is screaming* I SCARE THE DRAGON OFF BY PLAYING ‘YE OLD SANDSTORM' DM: *Even more sighing as everyone else, including me, is still screaming*
We all leveled up after that too, it was a beautiful session
Summary: Can u do a grayson imagine where him n y/n like each other, but neither of them tell each other but Ethan knows ofc. So u tried to move on. N Grayson been actin like an ass wit u cus he saw u out having lunch with Cameron Dallas (him Ethan n Grayson are friends in this) n u guys have a heated argument leads to him kissing n then to you guys having rough but passionate sex n u guys get caught by Cameron Dallas n Ethan coming back to the twins apartment.
Warnings: Fingering/eating out/spanking/unprotected sex/Doggy Style/cursing/AKA Grab a bible
A/N: This is so intense. I hope you guys have enjoyed this mini mini series of Grayson! Thanks for reading you guys now enjoy the sexual side of G!
“I hate you Grayson. Just go home please.” I said exhaustedly, but before I could turn around I was pinned up against the wall as Grayson’s warm lips kissed mine hard. I was beyond confused at whatever was happening. Three seconds ago we were yelling and the next he’s making out with me hard. “Where’s Ethan?” I asked pushing Grayson off.
“I don’t know probably out now.” He says before reconnecting his lips back to mine. I try and grab his shoulders for better friction, but he takes my arms and pins them above my head. “No baby girl. You don’t get to do that.” Grayson then kisses me hard again. One hand had my wrists pinned while one hand moves to my breasts as he starts squeezing them. His lips connect roughly to my neck as I feel his tongue softly cover the light bruise forming. I try my best to hold back the moans which makes Grayson smirk.
“Baby girl you don’t want to do that.” He says lowly as he pinches my nipples hard.
“Fuck!” I moaned as I felt Grayson’s lips on my neck curve into a smile. He knew the power he had over me. He knew just what he was doing. His hand moved from my breasts and softly slid down my body until he reached the hem of my jeans. He reconnects his lips with mine and kisses me hard. My body thrusts upwards to him. He pulls away and smirks to me.
“Keep your hands above your head baby girl, okay?” He gives my neck a kiss before he gets down on his knees and looks up to me smiling. His hands give my hips a squeeze and he places soft kisses from my belly button to the hem of my jeans. He unbuttons them and kisses the top of my underwear. His hands wander to my ass as he gives a firm squeeze. I thrust my pelvis forward as Grayson chuckles. “Patience baby girl.” He kisses my panty line and trails down my crotch. I feel him lightly kiss my slit through my panties and I was weak.
He pulls my jeans down to my ankles and off my feet to where I was left in my white tank top and pink panties.
“Why? Why are you doing this Grayson?” I asked confused which made him stop everything he was doing. I could see his jaw clenching again which made me swallow my words.
I felt my heart begin to race as he quickly stood to his feet. He grabbed my wrist hard and he yanked me to my room. I try my best not to trip as he shoves me on to the bed.
“You said Cameron treated you like a person and I said I was going to make you take those words back. Do I make myself clear? Oh baby girl you don’t know how much I’m going to make you scream. Everyone on the fucking block will know my name.” He says as he connects his lips harshly to mine again. I tried to get up, but he pinned me down.
Grayson just kisses my neck and trails down my body. Before I know it, I feel the cool air brush against exposed slit. I then feel the slightly unshaven face of Grayson rubbing against me and kissing my clit which made me buck my hips forward. I shiver at the intense of his lips sucking on my clit.
“Fuck!” I screamed which I felt him smile as he grabbed my ass and pushed me more into his face. He was eating me out hard and it felt so good. I rolled my head back as I went to lock my finger in his hair. As soon as his hair touched my finger tips he stopped.
“Do you like this? Do I make you feel good?” He asks as his finger slowly moves in circles around my clit. “Does Cameron make you feel this good?” He asks as he licks his bottom lick pulling the flesh in between his teeth. His fingers curve upwards barely tapping my G-spot. My mouth makes the shape of an O and I throw my head back. I slowly grind my hips into Grayson’s fingers. “Say it.” He growls which causes me to look at him. “Say I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.” He says as his fingers slide in and out of me harder, curving his fingers to hit my G-spot each time.
“Gr-Grayson.” I sputtered as his fingers hit me harder. “Fuck you feel so good.” I moaned as I flopped my body back against the bed. Grayson slows his pace as he hovers over me. He pulls his fingers out of me and clashes his lips with mine.
My hands tangle in his hair before he pulls away from me and stood at the end of the bed. He then slips his shirt over his head before pulling his pants down revealing his larger member in his boxers.
“Turn over.” Was all he said. Before I could react I felt Grayson slide my body down towards him. He was not patient at all. He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomach.
“Grayson? What the hell you have a girlfr-AH!” I felt a burning sensation scatter throughout my body. I look over my shoulder and I see Grayson’s hand raised high.
“Don’t make me spank you again baby girl.” He says gruffly at which I bit my bottom lip. “Gosh I hate having to spank you Y/N. But someone needs to punish you.” Grayson says as his hand slams against my bare ass again which caused me to squeak. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was smirking. “Do you like that baby girl?” He asks which I turn my head slightly to look at him.
“I mean I’m not going to say I don’t like it.” I replied shyly which I saw his tough guy side fall a little and I saw Grayson lightly laugh followed by a smile. I giggled too, before his hand slapped my ass again.
“Gosh Y/N I’m so angry with you. I can’t believe you can kiss me, my brother, go on a date with Cameron, of all people you picked Cameron.” I chuckled a little as his hand slid in between my thighs to separate them which I knew what was about to happen. “And then here you are, letting me fuck you, right here in your bedroom.” With that I feel Grayson slam into me causing me to let out a yelp. I felt my walls expanding attempting to get used to his size. This wasn’t my first time, hell this wasn’t even my fifth time. But Grayson’s dick was so huge inside of me. “Like I’m going to fuck you like this so I don’t have to see you because I know if I see your face I’ll lose it.” Grayson pulls out and slams into me again which makes me let out a moan. “Mmm baby girl your moans sound so hot.” He says as he spanks my ass and let’s his nails drag against my skin which I let out another moan.
“Fuck Gray!” I shout which causes him to thrust faster inside me. Finally I start to adjust to his size as I slam back into him. He grabs my ass hard and gives a hard squeeze. His dick hit my G-spot every single time he slammed inside of me. None of my exes knew where my spot was, but Gray did. Maybe his new girlfriend has taught him a few things or maybe me telling him about all the other guys he picked up on a few things.
“That’s it.” Grayson says before he pulls out of me and then slams my body on top of his. I knew to grind against him as he slowly slides himself inside of me. He peels my tank off with my sports bra and lies me down on my back. He thrusts into me as my nails dig into his back. “Scream my name.” He grunts as he rides me hard.
“Scream my name.” He grunts as he rides me hard.
“Fuck Grayson!” I moan as I wrap my arms tightly around his neck as he continues to pound into. I feel the headboard shaking behind me. I hear the wood slamming against the wall and the bed springs squeaking. Grayson connects my lips to his again and kisses me full of passion. At first he was very rough, but now I felt more passion. His kisses weren’t as sloppy and he wasn’t so aggressive anymore.
His kisses were softer now, but fueled completely by passion with a hint of lust. This was the Grayson I fell in love with. This was the Grayson I wanted more than anyone. More than Ethan and Cameron combined.
He slowed his pace to where now we were just taking each other in, but he quickly sped up when I could feel him start twitching inside of me. I grab his face and push his face back for a second. “Cum for me Gray.” I said as I reconnected my lips back to his again as he speeds his thrusting up. I thrust up towards Grayson and soon I feel him pull out of me and he came all over my stomach. He then takes his fingers and rubs vigorously on my clit to make sure I finished too.
“Scream my name when you cum baby.” Grayson says as he rubs harder. I rolled my hips up towards his fingers. “Who makes you feel this good?” Grayson rubs me harder at which I feel my toes start to curl.
“You do.” I said shyly which made Grayson rub harder.
“Say my name.” He says at which I feel the knot in my stomach come undone as my entire body starts to shiver.
“Grayson! Fuck Gray!” I moaned at which he started to smile. He grabs me an old shirt to wipe the cum off of my stomach. I try to get up, but he stops me.
“No just curl up in bed. We need to talk.” Grayson says as he starts to pull me into him on the bed. He wrapped us up in my comforter. After a few minutes of nothing but silence and Grayson just holding me I decided to say something.
“Did you just cheat on Sophie?” I asked realizing he was in a relationship. Grayson looked to me like he was caught off guard. “You’re a lot of things Grayson Dolan, but a cheater is not you.” I asked and he just sighed.
“I like you okay? I always have. Sophie was just for publicity and maybe to make you jealous.” He says and I lean off of his chest to look him in the eyes.
“These past two months without you and E really fucking sucked. The things you said really hurt me. Why are you just now saying something? Why did you say we were just friends on Ellen? Why now Grayson? Why not two months ago when I needed to hear it?” I was obviously hurt because I felt Grayson’s arms wrap around my bare body as he kissed my shoulder softly.
“Because I didn’t want fans to hate on you. I’ve seen the things they would comment on your instagram every so often whenever E, you, and I would hangout. We weren’t even dating and they would say such awful things to you. Then when Sophie and I started seeing each other and the comments the fans would leave on her instagram or twitter, they were ruthless. Sophie can handle it though. She’s used to haters. You aren’t. The last thing I wanted was for us to start dating or anything and then they scare you away or you changing your mind about us.” Grayson answers which I nod in agreement.
“Why did you say those awful things to me when you caught Ethan and I kissing? We weren’t dating.” I said and Grayson just rolled his eyes.
“No we weren’t dating, but you were making out with my brother. How am I supposed to feel? I was so angry and hurt that I wanted you to feel what I felt. After that I told Ethan to stay away from you and not talk to you. Was it mature? No. Do I regret it? Kind of.” Grayson said as his eyes grazed down my body. “But I really do like you Y/N. I like you so much. Even when we weren’t talking for two months I missed you. You were my first and my last thought at the start and end of every day. When I saw you at In N Out with Cameron, I just wanted to walk over and knock him out and then run off with you, but then I remembered something.” His eyes looked down in front of him and he let out a sigh.
“What’s that Gray?” I asked concerned.
“You weren’t mine. I let you go. More like I pushed you into Cameron’s arms. That’s why I came here today. I wanted to get you back. I want you to be mine.” He says as he kisses my lips gently.
“Woah Y/N you’re naked!” We heard Ethan shout. I grabbed the comforter and pulled the blanket up to cover my bare body. “And you’re in bed with Grayson? Okay I need details. Get dressed, I’m going to order a pineapple pizza, and we are going to have a movie night like the old times.” Ethan said as Grayson and I both started giggling. Just then Cameron walked in behind Grayson. Grayson popped his head up and his smile disappeared. Cameron’s eyes immediately went to me. Grayson leaned forward to cover my body from Cameron’s eyes.
“Dude get the fuck out. She’s mine.” Grayson said and gave me a kiss right in front of everyone. When he pulled away Cameron was gone which we all started laughing. Ethan went into the living leaving Grayson and I.
“So I’m yours now am I?” I asked as I threw on my Dolan Twins hoodie with some pajama pants.
“I would really like it if you were mine.” He smiles when I walked over to him slowly. I wrapped my arms around him as my lips attach to his. His arms wrap around me as he just holds me. We pull away and he rests his forehead on mine.
“I would too.” I answered as we walked into the living room and told Ethan everything. About the bickering, Sophie and Gray not being in a real relation, about how Gray claimed we were just friends. Ethan just smiled and laughed at all the craziness we had encountered in just two months, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
That night Grayson spent the night in my room while Ethan fell asleep on the couch. He held me in his arms and he would softly kiss me all throughout the night. We watched The Little Mermaid and we just cuddled.
“I love you.” Grayson mumbled into my hair. “Like a lot.” He kisses my forehead which I just smiled against his warm chest.
“So much for being just friends huh?” I asked with a chuckle which Grayson just scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Y/N I think you and I both know we were never just friends.” He says as he tackles me into a kiss.
this is unrelated to anything at all but there is a genre of sheith from an outsider's perspective that i adore
it sounds like what you’re saying is “i want 2k of matt’s pov of shiro and keith’s first meeting, and i want it to be sheer agony.”
anyway this was supposed to be for @otasucc but now it’s for everyone! here’s the first installment of the worst thing i’ve ever written.
witnessed a tragedy today.
They’re the only two in
the Garrison gym when the kid walks in.
Matt is reading on one of
the suspiciously sticky benches by the door, supposedly spotting for Shiro who’s
busy dead lifting some ridiculous amount of weight for god knows what reason. It’s
not like sitting in a cockpit requires you to be shredded, but if he’s dumb
enough to actively seek out pain, Matt’s not going to let him go it alone. At
least if he accidentally traps himself under a weight, Matt will be there to
They’re an hour into it
when the doors slide open. It’s after curfew and Shiro has special permission to
use the gym, so visitors aren’t exactly common. The kid looks normal at first,
if unfamiliar. He’s out of uniform and dressed down in clothes that are almost
aggressively plain, but he's—pretty, even at a passing glance.
The kid gets two steps
into the room before he realizes it’s not empty.
Matt is watching, so Matt
can pinpoint the exact moment the kid’s life falls apart—the exact moment all of their lives fall apart.
Katie, I’m not joking, he took one look at Shiro and his heart stopped. Right
there in front of me. I thought I was going to have to do CPR.
The kid’s eyes settle on
Shiro, where he’s busy being sweaty and gross, and go shock-wide.
It’s like his primary
motor function ceases for a second. He stumbles, almost, almost catches his feet, but his momentum carries him forward,
right over the glorified Bowflex that no one’s seen anyone but Iverson use, and
down he goes.
He doesn’t fall so much
as crash face first right into the floor and the small heap of single-hand dumbbells
piled there. He gives a little, pained cry, the sound drawing Shiro’s
attention. The kid has solid reflexes; he’s up almost as soon as he’s down, but
the damage is done.
And he doesn’t notice his
foot is hooked under one of the dumbbells.
He tries to take a step
and stumbles again—Shiro and Matt both put out a hand like they can stop his second
fall by sheer force of will, but by some fluke, by some stroke of luck, by the
grace of some angel, he doesn’t fall.
It’s a pure accident. Matt
can tell by the surprise on his face. The kid’s hands land just right, and his
momentum is just enough that he turns
it into the most haphazard somersault Matt’s ever seen in his entire life. It’s
not smooth by any definition, but it’s maybe a little impressive.
He stands and dusts
himself off, looks in the general direction of the wall over Shiro’s shoulder,
face already as red as is possible for a human, and says, “I’m fine. It
He’s dead serious.
Matt feels his mouth fall
open. For a second he thinks he’s misheard, because it’s the most flagrant lie
he’s ever heard in his life, and the most bizarre. He glances at Shiro, hoping
they can share a raised eyebrow and a get
a load of this kid look, but Shiro isn’t looking at him.
Shiro is staring at the
kid, open-mouthed, and there’s not a trace of humor in it.
Shiro asks, managing to sound fascinated.
“Yeah.” The kid
brushes the bangs out of his eyes, suave-like. “Parkour.”
This kid has never done parkour in his life. He wouldn’t know parkour if it did
a back flip off a building and suplexed him in an alley.
Warnings: Rough, Hair pulling, spanking, teasing, smut, biting, marking. (Think that’s it for now.)
Request: Can u make a Liam Dunbar smut please? Also can the reader be a werewolf. Maybe the story line can be something on the lines of the reader and Liam are mates and they both marked each other and went into heat
Scott rolled his eyes at you, when you chose to sit next to Liam. He knew damn well what was going on, he knew that you were you were currently undergoing heat, and so was Liam. Liam’s entire body stiffened as you curled into his side, nudging at him. Females wolves always handled heat worse than males– he could control himself, while you on the other hand were completely losing it. You needed Liam, not Scott, not Stiles, not Mason or Corey, you needed Liam.
You weren’t exactly sure why, it was Liam who your wolf had chosen, but it had, and it was relentless when it came to being near him. You had to be in some sort of contact with the first beta, which kind of annoyed you seeing as you couldn’t stand him. Liam had always been sort of hateful towards you, either it was because since you became Scott’s beta, and the alpha now had to pay attention to both of you instead of just him, or just because he was trying to cover the fact that you were absolutely stunning, and he just wanted to ravish you whenever he got close.
He pushes you off of him, growling under his breath. You frown, scooting away and pouting. “Be nice…” Scott says, trying not to smile at your actions.
“She was all over me!” Liam defended himself. You bit your lip, as Scott glared at him and his jaw clenched tight. You almost moaned at the angry glance Liam threw at you. He could smell your frustrations, but instead, decided to keep himself contained.
“Just, please, play the movie.” Stiles whines, wanting nothing to do with the two teenagers who were making everyone uncomfortable with their sexual needs.
“Sure.” Lydia sighs, curling into his side while pressing the play button. You take a blanket and cover Liam’s lap with it.
“What’re you doing?” He struggles to take it off, as it tangles between his legs.
“You shivered, I thought you were cold.” You look down at his lap which had risen.
“Shut up.” Malia demands at you two. You whine, arching your back as you move further into the couch. Your body had grown sticky with sweat, you couldn’t help it when you pulled your top shirt off, leaving you in your tank-top. Lydia had suggested everyone comes over to her house to watch a movie while the two were in heat, taking everyone’s mind off of it for a while. She failed to mention how hot it was in here.
“Is anyone else sweating half to death?” She asks, wiping her forehead with the back of her wrist.
“No, I’m good.” Scott and Malia answer in unison. Stiles and Lydia shake their heads, to absorbed into the movie to give a verbal answer. You look at Liam, who nods.
“It’s part of your heat.” Scott says, playing with Malia’s hair.
“How do I fix it?”
“You don’t. Not for another week.”
“Shh!” Malia hisses.
“I need a drink.” You stand up, walking into the other room, opening the fridge. You heard Liam get up and walk over, not bothering to explain his actions. He closes the fridge with his strong hand, before pushing you to the wall.
“What are you doing?” He asks. You press your chest to his,
“Stop touching me, stop trying to care about me. Stop it.”
“Why?” You smirk, “You have an issue, Liam?” You reach down to grab his bulge, “Oo, you do.”
He grabs your wrist, nice and tight, “I said stop it.” His eyes glow a bright yellow, your eyes instinctively turning yellow as well. You look down in submission though, nodding.
“Good.” He takes a deep breath to control himself, before moving back to the couch. You smile to yourself, knowing exactly what you were doing to him. You made your way back to the couch, peeling off your tank-top too. You were doing it partly because you were indeed sweating profusely, but also because Liam was staring at you. He swallowed thickly when he saw your bare torso.
You leaned across the couch, your feet leaning on Liam’s lap. He stiffened, flexing his fingers as you ran your sock covered feet against his tent. “Stop it.” He spits gently, going unknown to everyone else.
“Sorry.” You whimper, purposely moving it over his crotch again, while pulling away. He grabs your ankle, pausing your action. He drags it back over his manhood, looking around to see if anyone was looking. You rolled your foot against his jeans again.
“Fuck! Liam! Mason needed our help with the homework!” You yelp, standing up and gathering your stuff.
“What?” He asks. You glare at him, his body immediately responding by standing and gathering his items.
“Calculous.” You frown, “Sorry guys. We’ll see you later.”
“Wait!” Scott almost tosses Malia off of him, meeting you two at the doors, “Don’t do anything stupid, okay? When you’re in heat, mating is available, and then babies, and just complete and utter chaos, okay? Marking is too, okay?”
“We’re helping Mason with homework, Scott.” She lies.
“Look, I can’t stop you from doing what you have to do, but you need to know the risk. Mating, and Marking. No sex.”
“No sex.” Liam nods.
“No sex.” You smile, dashing out the door, grabbing Liam’s hand on the way out. He watches you push him into the passenger’s seat. He turns to face the rest of the group.
“We’re not actually helping Mason with homework, are we?” Liam asks, as you push open his front door.
“Hell no.” You mash your lips into his, grabbing his shoulders and roughly pushing him to the wall. Just your scent, was so enticing, that he lost all of his control. He turns you around, so your back collides with the wall. He grabs your hands, yanking them up and holding them against the wall above your head. You moan, when he pushes his knee between your thighs, bouncing it into your core.
“You smell so fucking good.” He sighs, attacking your neck in light kisses. You tilt it as best you can, while he slips one of his hands to cover both of your wrists, and the other to move downwards. His claws begin to form, and he rips your shirt down the middle, slipping it off your shoulders.
“This is so stupid.” You breathe, “We should stop.”
“Is that what you want?” He asks, yanking down your pants roughly. You moan when he drops to his knees.
“What about Marking?” You groan, his teeth collecting the brim of your underwear and pulling down. “Mating?”
“I’ll pull out.” You nod, your hands meeting his hair to tug and pull, “Fuck!” He shouts, your smell was so divine. He pushed himself off of you, grabbing your neck and kissing you again. The show of dominance had you weak at the knees, but you’d be damned if you let him see your submission. He pulls away, “Upstairs. Now.” You almost toppled over, the demand clearly effecting you in a way that made your arousal smell even better. You started walking up, shaking your hips in front of his face slowly. He slapped your bare ass once, “Stop teasing me and get the hell upstairs.” He growls. You jump, bouncing the rest of the way to his bedroom. He grabs your hair and pulls you closer to him, moving you to the bed. You lie down, bending your knees and spreading your legs.
You stick two fingers in his mouth, watching him strip down to his boxers. You move your fingers between your thighs, playing with yourself. You rub your clit vigorously, before sticking two fingers into your opening. He grabs your hand, and pushes your fingers into his mouth. You moan, as his tongue swirls around your juices.
“Mmm,” He hums, ripping away from you. He grabs your body while sitting on the edge of the bed, putting your stomach and hips over his legs. You whine at the thought of what is going to happen next. He rubs his hand over your lower half, running his fingers through your slit afterwards. Then, with a hard smack, he starts talking.
“That was for teasing me at Lydia’s house on the couch.” He hits again, harder this time, “That was for grabbing me in the kitchen,” Another harsh slap is delivered, “That was for teasing me up the stairs,” With a final smack, your eyes turn bright yellow, letting out an animalistic snarl, “And that was for touching yourself while I was watching.”
“I’m sorry.” You moan, your fangs sprouting, “Fuck, I’m sorry. Just do something, anything. Please.”
“Awe.” He smiles, “You want something?”
“Yes!” He shoves to fingers into your sopping pussy.
“Like this?” He asks, curling them into your g-spot. You gasp, nodding quickly.
“Fuck, yes, just like that.” He brings his thumb up to play with your clit, watching your body squirm against his in the most delicious way. His other hand moves to your breasts, which were dangling off his legs. He grabs your left nipple, rolling the hard nub in his hand. “Fuck, Liam!”
“You like that?” He asks, as you buck your hips.
“Yes, yes yes, fuck!” Your legs begin to shake, your stomach tying in harder knots, “I’m gonna cum!”
“You’re gonna cum?” He asks, bouncing his knee repeatedly, “Beg me.” He demands, his inner wolf becoming more and more dominant.
“Please, Liam, please let me come!” You moan, gripping his leg tightly. Your claws begin to sprout, as your eyes roll into the back of your head.
“Come for me, princess.” He whispers, giving a harsh smack to your ass again. You practically explode, your entire body shaking and twitching, as the best orgasm of your life happens, everything just too much. You let out a loud, wolf-like growl, before you grow weak. He pulls you up, so that you’re facing him.
“Did you like that, princess?”
“Fuck, yeah.” You nod, a lazy smile on your lips. He pushes you back on the back.
“Ready for more?”
Usually, you would’ve been done, unable to continue, but because you were in heat, you couldn’t help but nod, your core already growing wet again. He leans down, licking a long strip up your pussy, before moving up to your lips. He pushes them against each other, this time slower, filled with passion, and not so much lust. Your eyes open, but instead of their usual color, they’re golden. Liam admires them, and before he knows it, his are glowing too. He slips his boxers off, stroking himself a few times, before grabbing a condemn from his nightstand. He rips open the package, slipping the rubber on himself.
He pushes into you, moaning at the feeling. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He groans, thrusting a couple times. You gasp when he hits the exact spot inside of you, your head thrashing backwards. Your hands reach up and push into his hair as his thrusts get harder and faster.
“Fuck, Liam!” You moan, your claws now digging into his back and slicing down. He howls, before the marks heal, his eyes already mirroring yours, with your bronze colors still illuminating the other’s face.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He shouts, grabbing your face and kissing you again. His teeth clash with yours sloppily, his hand reaching down to rub at your clit.
“Fuck you’re amazing.” You whine, “Harder!”
“Harder?” He moans, going deeper inside of you, “You l-like it rough, don’t you?”
“Yes, Liam, please.” Both of your voices sounded a little demonic, due to your transitions, but both of your faces were still natural, only your eyes and teeth showing your werewolf genes. He shoved his face into your neck, as his final thrusts sent you over the edge. You screamed, digging your fangs into his shoulder, before he mimicked the action, coming hard into the condemn. He stayed inside you for a couple moments, letting his breathing return to normal. He pulled out and pushed beside you, your chest still heaving dramatically.
“Sorry about your shoulder.” You say, a bit embarrassed.
“Yeah, me too.” He says, wiping the blood from the mark that had healed. He stands up, taking the condemn off his cock, tying it and tossing it in the garbage. He wipes himself off, grabbing a cloth for you too. You wipe all of the extra fluids, such as spit, come and blood. His eyes flared golden at you, his eyebrows furrowing.
“What’s that?” He asks, pointing at you.
“There’s like… an aura around you.”
“You know how Kira had an aura, the fox… well you have one too… it’s pink though, and it just surrounds you, but not in the shape of a fox… it’s just, surrounding you.” Your eyes flash to your wolf ones too.
“You have it around you too!”
“Do you think…?” Liam asks, “Do you think that means that we’re…”
“Mates?” Liam shrugs, your heartbeat quickening by the second, “We should probably call Scott.”
A/N: This one is gonna be Jeff and the reader preparing for Jeff’s game with a little smut, but the main focus is he ends up asking her to the Winter Dance in a really sweet way.
Warning: Smut, then some really cute fluff at the end.
“Y/N!” Jeff shouted running after you. You turned back and flashed him a bright white smile but kept running. You picked up the pace and ran across the field even faster. You had stolen Jeff’s baseball shirt and he had a game coming up in a few hours.
So now here you were, sprinting around the football field with your (Y/H/C) hair whipping around behind you, being damn near swallowed whole in his baseball shirt.
“Y/N, come back here! I need that shirt!” He yelled. You giggled wildly and turned back, only to see him getting closer and closer. Your eyes widened as you tried to speed up but you heard his footsteps approaching you faster and faster. You felt arms grab your waist and you screamed as he lifted you up and spun you around.
“Caught you, Princess.” He whispered in your ear. You giggled and wriggled around in his grasp. He chuckled and turned you around so you were facing him.
“You gotta give it back now, babe.” He said, still panting from his run. Your breathing matched his and you looked up at him with doe eyes.
“But, Jeff-” You started, but he cut you off with a kiss. You put your hand on his cheek and rubbed soft circles as he pulled you into him. He pulled away and looked you in the eyes.
“No buts. Now, you know how much I love to see you in my shirts, but the game is in a few hours and I need it to play.” He said. You groaned and backed away from him, unbuttoning the shirt and pulling it off of you. You handed it to him and he sent you a sweet smile.
“Thank you. Now let’s go home so I can get ready.” He said swinging an arm over your shoulders. You leaned into his side and began the long walk back to his car.
You laid back on Jeff’s bed tossing a baseball up and down as you waited for him to come out of the shower. You heard the water turn off and you sat up, waiting for him once more. You saw the doorknob turn and time seemed to go in slow motion as he stepped out with nothing but a towel around his waist.
“Alright, I’m about to get ready, babe.” He said turning towards his closet to grab his uniform.
You hummed in response and stood up slowly before walking over to him. Your arms went around his still damp waist and you rested your forehead on his back. You massaged his abs and slowly made your way to the top of his towel.
“How about we have a little pre-game fun?” You said, sliding your hand under the towel and stroking the soft hairs at the top of his shaft. He groaned and shuddered before grabbing your wrist and pulling it away.
“Come on. I have to get ready.” He said, his voice slightly strained. You turned him around and gave him a sweet smile.
“Jeff, there’s still a good hour and a half before the game. That’s plenty of time.” You said swinging your arms behind his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. He hummed into the kiss and placed his hands on your hips. His tongue swiped over your lips, begging for entry and you nibbled on his lip before parting your lips.
His tongue wrestled with yours as you ran your fingers through his damp hair. You gripped the roots and tugged making him groan against your lips. You pulled away and looked him in the eyes.
“Still need to get ready?” You asked him, batting your lashes. He growled and pulled his towel off, his erection already springing free. You giggled playfully and pulled off your tank top and skirt, leaving you in your (Y/F/C) bra and underwear.
“Ay, mi princesa. Eres muy muy bella.” He whispered, putting his hands on your hips. You swung your arms around his neck and played with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
“Y eres muy guapo, mi amor.” You whispered back. Jeff’s eyes widened as he stared at you with adoration and shock.
“What? I took Spanish.” You said smirking. Jeff just chuckled and placed his lips back onto yours. You moaned as he bit down on your bottom lip and tugged lightly. He walked you both backwards until your calves hit the edge of the bed and he fell on top of you. He flipped you both over so you were straddling his waist, and you sat up before reaching behind you and unclasping your bra, tossing it aside.
Jeff let out a sigh looking up at you and you began to grind your clothed core onto his bare erection. He groaned out and his hands flew to your hips to guide them. He pushed you back and forth, making you slide over his shaft completely. You let out a soft moan when his tip grazed your sensitive bundle of nerves. He opened his eyes and smirked at you before bucking his hips up against yours, applying more pressure.
“Fuck.” You gasped out at the sudden wave of pleasure. Jeff bucked up again and you fell forward, landing chest to chest. You began sucking at his collarbones and he moaned. You moved across his chest, painting it with your little love marks before moving to the sensitive spot under his jawline. He gripped your hips tighter as you nibbled on his favorite spot.
“Fuck, baby. I don’t think I’m gonna make it much longer if you keep doing that. I need you now.” He whispered in your ear. You pulled away from his neck and sat up before climbing off of him, and kicking off your underwear. You walked over to his desk and opened the drawer where he kept his condoms. You pulled out a small gold packet and turned back, only to see him smirking at you with his lip between his teeth. You glanced down and saw him stroking his thick length, moisture instantly forming between your thighs.
You stalked over to him, innocently twirling the small packet in your hand. You knelt in front of him, moving his hand away and replacing it with yours. You placed a gentle kiss to the tip and gave kitten licks to the shaft. Jeff groaned out in pleasure and fisted his sheets. You smirked up at him and slid the condom slowly down his length.
“You just love teasing me, don’t you?” He said, his voice thick with lust. You climbed up on top of him and lined him up with your entrance, before slowly sinking down. You both moaned in harmony as you adjusted to his size. His hands flew to your hips as you started to slowly move up and down.
“Fuck. You feel so good, baby.” He groaned out, thrusting up so your hips met. Your hands went to explore his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. His mouth instantly went to your neck, sucking at the sensitive spots before moving downward and sucking marks on your breasts. His lips circled around your nipple and you moaned out his name.
“I’m close. So close.” He strained as he thrust up harder and faster. Your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of him hitting that deep spot inside you. Your body began to shudder and your breathing picked up as you approached your climax.
“J-Jeff, I’m gonna-” Your words cut off by Jeff pushing his lips against yours, making your orgasm pulse through you. You shook against him and soon you felt him twitch inside of you. You ground your hips against his, making his pelvis brush against your still sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Y/N, I’m-” He started, stopping when you leaned forward to nibble on his favorite spot. His hands gripped your hips tighter, sure to leave big hand shaped marks. You felt his erection throb as the waves of his climax crashed over him. You both stilled and you rolled off of him, landing next to his sweaty form. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side.
“Well, now I have to take another shower. You do too.” He said chuckling. You giggled and he placed a kiss on the top of your head before standing up and disposing of the condom. You sighed and stood up along with him before walking into his bathroom and turning on the water. You stepped in and stood under the water, letting it run over you. You felt arms wrap around you and you leaned back into his chest.
“Hey, let’s actually get ready. You do have a game to win, don’t you?” You said. Jeff hummed and placed a kiss on your head.
“I’ll just have to repay you when we come back. I’ve got a surprise for you anyway.” He said grabbing the shampoo and beginning to wash your hair. You wanted to ask but knowing him he wouldn’t budge, so you just mirrored his actions and you both washed each other. You dried off and got redressed, this time in Jeff’s letterman, then left for the game.
You found Hannah and Clay in the crowd and went to sit next to them. Tony came up beside you, holding a popcorn and packs of candy.
“Woah, you really hit the jackpot. All that for you?” You asked him. He sent you a smile and looked down.
“No, actually I didn’t buy any of this. This is all for you, from Jeff.” He said, handing you the snacks. Your eyes widened and your lips spread into a smile. You looked over and Clay and Hannah were smiling as well.
“Oh, stop. He just knows I like food. He wants to keep me from starving during his game; although we always go to Rosie’s afterwards.” You said. Clay lifted his hands up in defense and looked away. You furrowed your brows and looked up at Tony, who just did the same. You shrugged and opened a pack of Skittles.
The game started and you saw Jeff go up to bat. You cheered for him and saw him give the umpire a look. He held the signal for timeout and everyone began to mumble in confusion. All of the players came out to the field, holding signs. Someone handed Jeff a microphone and he walked to the middle of the field.
“I know you’re all probably wondering, ‘What the hell is going on?’ But I have an announcement.” He began. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at Tony.
“What is he doing?” You asked him. Tony just smiled at you.
“So, as you all know I have an amazing girlfriend named, Y/F/N Y/L/N. She is smart, and beautiful, and funny, and extremely unique. That ones for you, Clay.” He said with a chuckle. You looked over at Clay to see him with his head in his hands, laughing. Your heart swelled at Jeff’s words and you smiled.
“Now, you all also know that we have a Winter Dance coming up; and if you haven’t figured out where this is going, I’m about to tell you. Y/N, babe? Can you stand up wherever you are?” He said. You handed your popcorn to Tony and stood up, playing with the sleeves of Jeff’s jacket.
“There you are, beautiful. Y/N, I have one question to ask you. Will you do me the honor of accompanying me to this years Winter Formal?” He asked, signaling the other players to hold up their signs. When they were all organized they spelled out, ‘I love you’ in big blue letters. Your hand flew to your mouth and began to form in your eyes. You smiled and moved past Tony to run down the bleachers. You ran towards Jeff and tackled him in a hug.
“Yes I’ll go with you, you idiot. I’m your girlfriend; and I love you too.” You said. Jeff picked you up and spun you around as everyone began to cheer. He put you down and put a hand on your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. All the cheers seemed to fade away in that moment. He pulled away and looked you in the eyes with a smile gracing his lips.
“Hey, Jeff. You hit a home run with me, now go hit another one for the school.” You said. He smiled and nodded before turning back to his spot. You ran back to your spot and sat down next to Tony.
“You used the home run one?” He said with an eyebrow raised. You nodded and stared at your boyfriend in adoration.
A/N : First ever smut!! This took me a good few sessions to write and also Harry’s legs make me weak.
Word Count : 3500+
Summary : Y/N spends the morning doing what she loves most, making brownies and riding Harry’s thigh.
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Leaning against the kitchen counter, a cup of tea laced between my fingers, I watch Harry with a fond smile as he grips a bag of self-rising flour in one hand, and a regular bag of flour in the other. Even though half his body is turned, I can see the small frown of his lips as the corners of his mouth sink deeper and the confused expression across his face tightens.
“Y/N,” He begins, turning his body to face me and I can’t help but bite my lips to stop a chuckle from escaping them as I stare at what he’s wearing. A pink satin pyjama tank top is wrapped across his chest, his nipples evidently straining to break free from the suffocating material. The unmistakeable sound of clothes ripping silences Harry who is halfway through asking which flour he is supposed to use, and he sends me a bashful grimace as he prepares himself to be scolded at knowing he’s ruined my favourite pyjama top. To be honest, if it wasn’t for how cute Harry looked at the moment I would’ve whined but Harry is too adorable to chew out so I just shake my head instead.
“Sorry babe…” Harry starts, “I’ll buy yeh another one but a size or two up so a can wear it too.”
I raise an amused eyebrow questioningly.
“What?” Harry asks defensively, “The silk is comfortable and soft around my torso and yeh wear my shirts all the time!”
At that he gestures accusingly to my body and I glance down to see my attire. A long silk shirt hangs from the frames of my shoulders, vibrant colours and swirls lace a pattern across the predominantly black background and I tug at the rolled up sleeves so the material falls and pools around my wrists.
“I wear your shirts because I look hotter in them.” I tease, reaching down to pop open another button. Harry swallows roughly, eagerly agreeing as his eyes don’t tear from my fingers which softly toy with the button. Unlucky for Harry, my plans for this lazy Sunday morning consist of baking, only baking… for now.
“But you just look like a drag queen in mine.” Harry’s eyes snap up, any sexual aura in the room now evaporated, and he greets my teasing grin with an equally challenging glint in his eyes.
“At least a look fabulous in this top, darlin’,” Harry says, loosening his wrists and consequently spilling a little flour. “Yeh couldn’t pull this tank off even if the colour did suit yeh.”
Harry jumps and raises his arms in a victory hoot at the ‘sick burn’ and the straps of the top completely tear apart. I break into fit of giggles at his guilty expression and soon enough Harry too gives a small chuckle before apologising profusely.
“Sorry sugar.” He says before pulling the tank top off completely; leaving him standing in the kitchen with only a pair of tight boxer briefs adorning his legs.
“S'okay love.” I sigh, but Harry shoots me a very cheeky grin and shakes his head.
“No, Y/N. A was apologising to the sugar.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks and a wave of embarrassment washes over me as I realise Harry knocked over a bag of sugar when he lifted his arms victoriously. Using a hand to cover my face, I groan, frustrated that I fell for such an obvious trap and Harry giggles as he scoops the sugar back into its bag. With his back turned to me, I dare glance through the gaps in between my fingers and I rake my eyes over Harry’s bare back as it ripples and tenses. I can’t help but stare, he’s gorgeous. Though his body is not particularly muscly, it is toned and touring abroad has done wonders for his skin; leaving him deliciously tanned, almost like a caramel apple.
I sit back abruptly as Harry finishes cleaning up, determined not to give him the satisfaction that I was staring but the quirk of his lips reveal he knows I was ogling him and he winks irritatingly.
“Seriously babe?” He asks, “If yeh done harassing me with yeh eyes, a’d like to know which flour I’m su'posed to use to make these goddamn brownies.”
Fighting back an eyeroll, I stand up from my stool and join him beside the bowl with ingredients.
“I don’t know…” I reply, eyes fliting between the packet of normal flour and the packet of self-rising flour. “I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to use self-rising flower for baking.”
“Even for brownies?”
I shrug and Harry must reckon that’s a good enough answer as he drops the bag of normal flour before eyeing the self-rising flour and pouring about half the bag in. As he cracks a couple of eggs and adds some butter, I realise we probably should’ve invested in a set of scales because brownie mixture is not supposed to look so powdery. Also, aren’t you supposed to use coco powder? Harry and I used hot chocolate powder as a substitute but that in itself poses an issue because the tub said it’s use by date expired four months ago.
Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
After we add some water to bring the mixture together, Harry takes the role of cleaning up the kitchen while I spoon the mixture into a baking tray (of course, making sure to leave a tiny bit of brownie mixture for myself and Harry to lick while we wait for the brownies to bake). Just as I draw away from the oven after placing our soon-to-be brownies in the oven, Harry’s strong arms wrap around my middle and he pulls me close into his chest. He buries his face into the crook of my neck and snuggles close, dipping the tip of his freezing nose right into the warm pool of my skin and I elicit a small yelp.
“You’re freezing, Haz!” I squeal, touching the spot he just nuzzled. “You need to put something on.”
Harry cocks his head to the side. “Put somethin’ on?” He toys, taking a step closer to which I take a step back until he traps me between his arms against the kitchen island.
“A’d like to wear this sunshine,” He tells me, amusement clear in his voice as he fiddles with the hem of the shirt between his thumb and forefinger. “Can a have my shirt back baby?”
His lips are dangerously close and with such a short distance between us, I struggle to think straight. Reciprocating his sultry change of mood, I slide one of my hands into his dry hair and place the other dangerously close to a carton of nearby eggs. Harry swallows harshly and his eyes flutter closed as I pull him closer and latch my teeth onto the lobe of his ear. I nibble gently and soothe the skin over with the flat of my tongue before tugging on his hair roughly to expose his neck.
“Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry…” I daunt, placing wet kisses down his neck softly. Suddenly, Harry juts his hips into mine and I bite my lips to stop a shaky breath. An overwhelming desire to properly kiss him floods my body, and I almost give into my primal instincts but when Harry tugs on the hem of my shirt I’m reminded of my mission.
“You’ll have to kill me for this shirt.” I whisper before quickly grabbing an egg from the carton, circling my arm up and around, and smacking the shell right down on top of his skull.
Not waiting for his response, I shove him back and run to the other side of the island. Harry, completely shocked, whips around sending egg yolk flying everywhere and I slap a hand to cover my mouth as I begin snorting at the sight of my furious, shirtless but most importantly egg-soaked boyfriend.
“"Oh Y/N… Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” Harry taunts, mocking me similar to how I did before. He places a hand on the bag of self-rising flour and runs his other through his dripping hair. “Yeh should not have done that.”
In seconds, whatever remaining flour we had left is thrown right at me and I’m left coughing and spitting out flour as Harry creases in the corner while I mentally scold myself for being such an idiot and leaving my mouth agape.
“You suck.” I grunt, after spitting out the remains of clumpy flour and Harry’s grin grows wider if that’s even possible.
“And yeh swallow, my dear.” He winks before lunging for me. Harry’s long fingers find my sides instantly and he tickles me ruthlessly, taking every opportunity he has to blow raspberries into the crook of my neck. I squeal and slap his forearm but Harry only laughs, places a soft kiss on my shoulder, and slides his fingers up my body as he slowly peels his shirt off my body, leaving me completely bare besides the pair of cotton knickers hugging my bum. Harry shoots me a triumphant toothy smile as he pulls the shirt over his head and pushes his arms through the powdery sleeves; I, in contrast, pout and Harry ceases the chance to lightly trace my bottom lip with his forefinger. I don’t even think about when I automatically drop my lower lip further and gently suck on the tip of Harry’s finger.
The mood of the room flips dramatically.
Suddenly, I’m all too aware of Harry’s other hand caressing my hip and how his hooded eyes don’t even glance away from my lips that pucker around his finger. His eyes flutter closed as he gently pumps it into my wet mouth and I hum softly while reaching my hands up and running them through his sodden locks. The cold metal of his rings send waves of shock through my body, causing me to shiver as my body begins to shake at the temperature change.
“Are y- are yeh cold, love?” Harry stutters, pulling his glistening finger from my mouth - a string of saliva following. My eyes snap open and I nod quickly, letting a small whiny ‘yes’ slip past my lips.
“Maybe we should do somethin’ to warm yeh up then love? A don’t want yeh getting a cold…” Harry winks and he pushes himself up onto the kitchen island so that his bum and thighs rest on the surface but the rest of his legs dangle down. With a playful glint in his eyes, Harry pats his bare thigh invitingly and offers me an outstretched arm as he pulls me up on top of him.
Taking his hand, I climb up. My breasts swing as I move and my lack of clothing gives Harry easy access as he dips his head forward to suck and bite and leave marks all over them. He takes his time to treasure my body, nibbling lightly on my left nipple and rubbing the other; Harry uses his large, masculine hands to cusp and knead the rest of my breast and I automatically arch my back to give him more area.
Eventually he pulls away and Harry looks up at me through his darkened gaze. In a split second, I grab the sides of his face tightly in my hands and slam my lips onto his. A low, deep growl erupts from Harry’s throat and he drops his fingers to my thighs. Gripping them firmly, Harry groans into the lustful kiss and pulls me closer, determined to eliminate any space between us. My hands fly to his biceps for leverage as he hauls me up his thighs, my fingertips gripping his arms so tightly that little crescent moons are left in my wake.
“Ride my thigh, baby.” Harry pants, his damp breath fanning over my lips hotly. The lust in his eyes send waves of shivers through my body and the hairs on my arms stand up as goose bumps texturise my skin. “Ride me.”
His hands part my thighs and I happily oblige, following his movements and removing my panties as he plants his hands on my hips to steady me. From this height, I have to duck my head so that it doesn’t smack against the ceiling and the position is not all that comfortable but in seconds Harry has me back down into the comfort of his arms.
“Ride me baby, ride your daddy.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
Lowering myself onto Harry’s thigh, I grind lazily against the soft cotton of his boxer briefs. My lips part in a silent moan and Harry snakes one hand to the crook of my neck and captures my lips once again, while the other clutches the fleshy fat of my bum causing me to jitter forward and rut my hips right across his thigh.
“Harry…” I moan loudly, finding a rhythm and hazily grinding down on his structured thigh. The feeling is incredible, the friction rubbing against my nub providing a perfect sensation that flows in the blood around my body and makes my toes curl. Coupled with Harry’s wet tongue and perfect fingers, I really can’t imagine how I managed to live without this stupidly idiotic but all the same amazing boy for so long.
“Harry!” I cry out as Harry stretches his lanky leg across the kitchen and rests his foot against the corner of an opposite counter. The new position allows Harry to bounce his leg and a sob escapes my lips as his muscular thigh greets me halfway and heightens the pleasure.
“Don’t stop, fuck Daddy! Don’t stop!”
“Fuck…” Harry grunts, swiping a hand across his face trying to fathom how he got so lucky. There’s too much for him to handle as his eyes jump from my jiggling breasts to my euphoric expression to my bare pussy jerking across his thigh. Worse yet, Harry’s internal struggle only grows worse as I finally tug him free of his boxers and wrap my petite hand around the base of his throbbing and rather sore looking cock.
“Daddy, you’re so worked up.” I tease, instantly dropping his cock and moving my hands to fondle his balls. Harry groans loudly, throwing his head back as he fights the urge to thrust into my hand.
“Don’t tease me, Y/N.” He warns dangerously but I giggle and rub the skin of his balls between my fingers anyway, deliberately ignoring his leaking cock. This time around, Harry physically can’t stop his hips from levitating and I bite back a triumphant grin because there’s no better feeling than having your boyfriend like putty in your hands.
“I’m not teasing Daddy, just having a little fun is all.” Sending him a confident wink, I pinch his sac and Harry almost sobs, the pressure almost too much, too perfect to handle. Quite frankly, Harry isn’t finding the situation as humorous as I do and so he grabs my hips dominantly and presses me down harshly on his thigh so that I’m practically scraping against his skin. A high pitched moan escapes my chest and a few tears find their way down my cheeks, the pleasure absolutely indescribable.
“Yeh speak to much, love. I think yeh need something to keep yeh quiet.” Harry says in a raspy, rushed breath. I watch as he whips his head around, egg yolk clumping his curls together so that they fall in front of his eyes. A thin layer of sweat has formed around our bodies like cling film so I swipe my forehead with the back of my hand, but leave Harry untouched; the perspirant only highlighting his naturally toned body and adding another element of rawness to the whole ordeal. Suddenly, Harry turns back around, the bowl of raw brownie mixture in his grasp.
Harry gradually submerges his middle and forefinger into the mixture, then raises his hand and beckons me forward. I obey without hesitation and open my mouth enthusiastically as Harry slips his two fingers in. Unfortunately, neither of us thought to taste test the mixture first and so within seconds of pushing his fingers into my mouth, I gag and spit them out trying with all my might not to dry wretch on him or myself.
“Shit Y/N, did a push yeh too far?” Harry rushes, an atmosphere of concern complimenting his words. God bless the poor lad; worry floods Harry’s face as he fears he may have been too forceful and noticing his guilt, I immediately rush to correct him, hoping he hasn’t already fallen into a turmoil of distress.
“No, no of course not.” I exclaim. “It’s just those brownies are going to taste like utter shit.”
I can’t help myself from letting a few chuckles loose and when Harry catches on, he too begins giggling (though there’s still a hint of nervousness in his voice, concerned still laced in his knitted eyebrows).
“Yeh okay then? A haven’t poisoned yeh have a?”
Shaking my head no, I tilt my head to the side and stare at Harry for a moment. Reaching up, I use my thumb to iron out the creases in his forehead and I place a kiss upon his lips.
“No Daddy, I’m perfect.”
At that, the mood certainly returns to its musky and lustful atmosphere and I grab Harry’s cock tightly - but not so tightly that it hurts him; just the right amount of pressure to keep him crazy. I begin moving my wrist, flexing my fingers around his cock and base trying to draw another whimper from him and I’m eventually rewarded when he cries my name.
“Shit, Y/N! Keep doing tha’!” He begs, his leg bouncing like crazy. This only spurs me on more, and I jerk him off lazily, both of us moaning and kissing each other in unison. Harry’s eyes are screwed tightly shut and he rocks his hips into my hand urgently, chasing his release with breathy grunts and moans. My chest tightens with pride as Harry’s fingers dig deeper into my skin and he begins shaking his head because he just can’t comprehend how good it feels. Sweat drips from his forehead and I use my hand to push back his falling curls to free his face. The expression he sports is one of pure bliss and I almost wish I could freeze time, just so that I could stare at him like this for however long I want. I realise though, Harry orgamsing is a better sight to see.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck me - are yeh close?” Harry struggles, the hope in his voice clear as day. Relief shines in his eyes as I nod excessively and he clenches his fingers around my hips even more.
Without warning, Harry’s fingers have suddenly slipped under me and he rubs my clit furiously, rolling the nub between his fingers. It’s more than enough to send me over the edge and I squeeze Harry’s cock as I slump heavily over his body, coming loudly. My final moan triggers Harry’s own orgasm and he thrusts into my hand one more time before long spurts of come are landing on my arm and belly, sticky and slightly warm.
After coming down from our highs, we take a moment to lie there together, limbs sloppily intertwined and damp skin sticking.
“I love yeh so fuckin’ much.” Harry whispers, carefully drawing his hand out from underneath me and using those exact fingers to free my eyes from stray strands of hair. He places a soft kiss on my lips, ever so gently caressing my jaw juxtaposing the animalistic and crazed lustful self he was only a minute ago.
“I love yo-” A shrill ring abruptly cuts me off as the oven timer sounds, alerting us the brownies are done. Harry jumps immediately, and lightly places me down on the island before hopping over to the oven and opening it. The metallic device produces a tin of sickly grey looking brownies and my face twists at the sight of disgusting lumps of butter swimming in the tin.
Although both our standards where low, the brownies end up succeeding our already awful expectations and land themselves the title of the worst brownies we have ever tasted. Harry sighs and I can tell he’s a little disappointed.
“Am sorry these are shit, Y/N.” He huffs, chucking the entire batch into the bin with a grimace displayed on his face.
“Harry, love, don’t be upset.” I coo, delicately cupping his chin with one hand and with a confident wink, I run my fingers through his drying come on my stomach and stick the digit into my mouth. “I much prefer tasting you anyway.”
Needless to say, those buggy brownies were soon all forgotten about.
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She felt the cool metal of the cabinet drawers hit her back, his long fingers weaving through her loose blonde strands. Was it possible to die from ecstasy? If so, what a way to go. His lips trailed a path from her neck to her collar bone as she squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her long legs around him, pulling him even tighter against her body.
Her hands moved to unbuckle the belt around his waist, but they were quickly knocked out of the moment by an obnoxiously loud banging on the door of the trailer.
“Is that your mom!?” Jughead ripped away from his sexy girlfriend and pulled his shirt back on, heading for the door.
She hadn’t witnessed the whole interaction, just the exchange of jackets and his surprised face when she called his name. Heading back into the trailer, Betty started to gather her things, leaving Jughead to speak to his new “friends”. She had to get out of here, what was she thinking? Hanging around Serpent territory after everything that had happened in the past month. Buttoning her jacket and searching for her bag she hardly registered Jughead walking towards her, she never even heard him speak her name. She jumped when he placed a hand on her shoulder
“Betty..” he started before she cut him off
“I should go. It’s late, It’s not too far from here.. I’ll walk, the fresh air will be good for me.” She moved towards the door but he quickly put his hand out to stop her
“You’re not going out there on your own, talk to me. Let’s talk about this.” He begged, his hands playing with the buttons on her jacket.
“There’s nothing to talk about, you made your decision.” She wrapped her arms around herself, it was what she did when she was bidding from someone, it made Jughead heart ache to see her hide herself from him.
“Nothing’s been decided, it’s just a stupid jacket. It doesn’t matter, you matter, we matter” he emphasized the we as she stepped back finally getting a look at him in the jacket.
Fuck. It was sexy as hell.
Obviously not the criminalistic activities tagged along with the logo but the way the jacket wrapped around his broad shoulders, his tossled black hair falling in his face, as he stared at her with wide, scared eyes. This was still Jughead, this was still the boy who had declared his love for her a mere minutes ago, the boy who had made her ache in places she didn’t know possible. He was still her Jughead, just an incredibly sexy version.
His eyes ducked to meet hers before she mumbled under her breath
The long pink peacoat hit the ground in seconds flat and before Jughead could even catch his balance, Betty was wrapped around him, her fingers tangled in his hair before running over the swirly snake emblazed on his back.
“I want you” She growled into his ear, her hands pulling the leather from his body as they stumbled into his bedroom.
Jughead pulled back, looking into his girlfriends glazed and lust filled eyes as she pulled off her tank top , revealing the lacy pink bra he had admired a few minutes ago. As he stared down at the perfect specimen laying on her back on his old mattress, he couldn’t think of his father or the Southside or his future, all he could think of was being with Betty completely, showing their love in the most absolute way.
“Are you sure?” He asked quickly, his own shirt now laying on the floor as she gazed up at him through her eyelashes
“Never been so sure” she whispered
That was all it took for him to dive into her, lifting her by the hips and tugging her into the headboard, his jeans hanging loose on his hips while she unzipped her skirt letting him tug it all the way down his fingers tracing her long smooth legs. She whined from above him, her hands reaching for him, he dragged his palms the entire length of her body and moaned when she pressed her chest into his hands
“Right there” she let out on a breathy sigh, he glanced up to find her eyes closed as he quickly disposed of her bra, taking the time to admire her breasts before letting his inexperienced fingers wander, by the way she sighed he assumed he was doing something right. Betty could feel how excited he was digging into her thigh
“Protection, do you have it?” She asked dazed as he pulled something from the side drawer
“Never thought this would happen, dad wanted me to be prepared just in case. Never imagined it’d be with you, only dreamed it” he mumbled against her neck, grinding into her, his soft cotton boxers causing friction with the lace of her panties.
She watched as he pulled the condom on, and slowly pulled the lace away, staring intently at something she was certain he had never seen before. Her eyes took in all of him, once he finished he looked up at her with unsure eyes
“I love you Jughead Jones, no matter what you are, who you become. I love you” she encouraged, wrapping her legs around his waist and bringing him inside of her. She winced at the pain, it hurt more than she expected, but hearing the deep guttural groan of her normally composed boyfriend, eased the ache a bit.
“I love you. God I love you” he moaned into her neck, pulling in and out of her excruciatingly slow. It al happened so fast she wasn’t even sure when she had hit her high, only coming down from it just in time to see Jugheads eyes roll back and his shoulders shake. He slumped beside her, dragging her into his side and peppering kisses to her hair
“Thankyou, I love you. That was.. did I hurt you? Was it awful..” he trailed off suddenly stiffening as he tried to pull away.
Betty shook her head quickly, pulling him back down and nuzzling against his bare chest
“It was perfect. Absolutely perfect” she whispered and smiled when she felt him sigh in relief.
“Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. I won’t join the serpents, I’ll… I’ll figure something else out” his hands played with her sweaty strands.
Betty sighed softly
“You do what you have to do. I meant what I said, I love you Jughead, no matter what you are, I’m going to love you.” She turned her cheek to look at him and went breathless at the intense look of love in his eyes.
“Besides” she continued, a teasing smirk on her face “we’ll finally be the real Romeo and Juliet you’re always talking about” she giggled.
Jughead rolled his eyes, pulling the covers tighter around the couple
“Except no one dies, alright?.”
Betty yawned, slowly closing her eyes
“Deal” she whispered before both the love sick teens fell into their dreams.
Pairing: FP Jones x Female Reader (She’s legal, don’t worry)
Summary: Reader has had a crush on FP since being a teenager, but doesn’t act on it until she’s legal
Warnings: Basically just sex, nothing new on my blog
Author’s Note: Please leave some feedback, I love getting feedback!
When she was five, Y/N would always watch her father
throwing on a black leather jacket over his shoulder while her mother begged
him not to go. She would hide behind her bedroom door to watch them argue for
the hundredth time that month. She never understood why her mother was so angry
at her dad; he was only going to work.
no one asked for this,,,,but i love them,,,,support don’t recall + ohnana!!!!
sports: swim team
really wanted to join the poetry club,,,but he got to shy to show up to the first meeting and jiwoo was trying to drag him into the room but he was like noOOOOOooo
for a literal poetry major,,,,,,,,he never has the nerve to share any of his stuff out loud. there was a poetry slam night on campus and everyone was like you should enter!!!!! but he like,,,,,couldn’t and in the end somin went up and read his work and it was BEAUTIFUL and everyone was like “you have such talent!!!” and she was like um,,,,,,,i didn’t write this it was - but when she tried to point him out it turned out he just fled and somin’s like dammit i thought jiwoo and matthew would keep him put
as shy as he is,,,,he still has a really nice aesthetic going on. very simple, casual but still fashionable and people always ask to take pictures of his outfit and face and he’s like ,,,,um,,,,,,,why,,,,,,,,,and they’re like “do you have instagram???” and he’s like yes but i don’t really use it,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
everyone thinks he’s hot but he’s oblivious to it basically
all his poems are about ,,,,, like ,,,,,,,,,, love,,,,,,and nature,,,,,,and like,,,,,,,crying in nature because you’re in love
he’s actually super emotional and deep but no one ever gets to know him because he’s really shy and tries not to talk much
even the members of his swim team are like “bro, you should tell us like your hobbies or your ideal type” and j.seph is like “,,,,,,,,,breathing is nice,,,,,”
and you had one class with j.seph on prose poetry,,,,,and even though he never shared out loud in class you had to do a group critic and ever since you read his poetry,,,,,,you had basically Fallen in Love
with his style, his flow, his choice of words,,,his voice in his poems is so strong and beautiful that you felt like you were looking at a painting and not words on a paper
and you’d begged him to submit something to the campus art journal but he had declined and it had left you heartbroken
but you didn’t give up,,,,even after your classes if you’d see him you’d be like !!!! hi i was wondering if you changed your mind-
but he’d just shake his head shyly and tell you that really, he couldn’t publish his work in the journal
and for a while you’d try to bug him when you saw him but you didn’t overdo it
and at some point you had to give up because you didn’t want to come off creepy, even though you really at least wanted others to read and feel what you felt with his poems
and at some point you end up sharing a study table with somin and you know her as one of j.seph’s only friends and you’re like “hi,,,,this is going to sound weird but is j.seph,,,,,,,,,,not an open person?”
and she looks up from drawing and she’s like hmm what do you mean
and you tell her about the experience you had with his poetry and suddenly she seems really interested and she sets down her pencil and she’s like wait here!!!!
and about twenty minutes later she comes back holding a notebook and she’s like “ive had this for a long time, but it’s a poem i read by j.seph at a poetry slam a while ago. it’s the only poem i have of his but!!!! you could maybe publish it??? i really want him to be recognized by more people as a poet!!”
and you thank her and get all excited as you leave the building because omg the editor of the journal is going to LOVE it but then you try to read the poem,,,,,,,,,but you can’t bring yourself to do it,,,,,
like the words are right there waiting but you feel horrible because,,,,,you didn’t get j.seph’s consent. and it feels like you’re stealing from him
so you decide that you can’t publish it, instead you search the campus for him so you can return it
and you find him sitting on the steps outside of lecture hall and he’s writing aimlessly in his notebook and you’re like “um excuse me-”
and once he sees you he’s already like ‘im sorry, but i-” and you’re like i don’t want to bother you, but your friend gave me this ,,,,,,it’s yours though so im returning it. i didn’t read it by the way,,,,,
and when he takes the paper cautiously, opening it up he’s a bit shocked and he’s like “,,,,,,,it’s my poem” and you’re like yes and he’s like “wouldn’t you want to read this - you’re always asking me to show you my writing” and you shrug and you’re like “im asking you because poets should want to show off their writing. i have no right just looking at without your permission.”
and with that you bow your head in a goodbye but as you turn you suddenly feel his hand wrap around your wrist to stop you and you look over your shoulder
and j.seph is like “,,,,,,,,,,,,if you want,,,,,ill let you read this one.”
and your eyes light up and you take a seat beside him in such a hurry that you don’t notice that your so close your knees are brushing and you begin to read muttering the words to yourself
and j.seph is feeling a bit hot under the collar because you’re close and also reading,,,,,his work
and it’s a bit much for someone kind of closed off like him but when you look up all you can tell him is that you’re speechless. again. like when you first read his stuff
and j.seph’s ears turn red and he’s like AH don’t,,,,say that
but you point to a line and you’re like i love this!
and that’s how you end up spending like two hours sitting there talking about this one poem and somehow j.seph can feel your sincerity and that’s all it takes for him to open up to you
and before either of you knows he’s showing you more of his work
and only when you realize it’s getting dark out do you get up
and j.seph is like shyly,,,,,,,,like “i don’t know about publishing these in the journal,,,,,,but id love to show you more of my,,,,,,,,poems,,,,,”
and you clap your hands and you’re like yes!!! please do!!! and your smile makes j.seph’s heart beat
and your first date is basically at a cafe sharing some sweets and you gushing over his work and j.seph getting even more shy
but also loving the feeling of,,,,,,having someone admire his poems
dating college!j.seph: staying inside all day at a library or study room and working silently on your separate projects but secretly holding hands under the table, delicate kisses where he holds you like you’re made of glass, book shopping dates, getting teased to death by matthew till both you and j.seph are flushed red, matching couple tees, sharing a drink and j.seph still getting worked up about a public indirect kiss LOL
major: health law
sports: has tried all of them and has gotten bored of all of them so he just knows a bunch of athletes and is friends with them. like him and jackson from the fencing team and amber from the women’s basketball team,,,,,,but also jae from the schools band LOL
got into law and it was a shocker for like eVERYone because isn’t he just,,,,,,,the jock stereotype who should major in something like nutrition or physical education
but nOPE matthew is seriously passionate about law, especially health law that has to deal with reproductive rights and drug safety. like he seriously just doesn’t understand why people are so hellbent on having control of other peoples bodies or making a certain medication highly addictive just to freakin suck money out of people LIKE WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD
and everytime they have to study cases for papers or tests he literally seathes with anger and asks the teacher 30243 questions that usually just come down to “matthew, the law let them.” and matthew is like not to sound like a law-anti but the Law IS Stupid. All Governments are Shit
everyone in the class:
matthew who is now standing on the table with the crumpled case in his hand: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,ill just sit down now
but his passion is a good thing because law can get boring and dense, but he’s so amped up about it because he needs to know what’s the best way to help people not get wrapped up in trouble,,,,and be able to keep their damn human rights
he also works nights at a popular bar off-campus and his friends are always there (the boss loves it because the $$$$$ comes piling in. also matthew is,,,,,,,,Hot,,,,,,,,there are many people just there to appreciate his looks so hey even more $$$$$$)
but matthew also gives out free drinks like his life depends on it and dabs everytime a customer compliments him like what friendly giant tbh
also let’s all take a moment to hold hands and think of matthew in a cute bartender outfit ok moving on
when he has time he works out at the campus gym but it’s always at super super late like 3-4 am when he gets off work
and you also happen to work out at weird times because thanks college for draining you with studying and the only time you have that’s free is the middle of the night
and you notice matthew, it’s hard not to as he’s standing over six feet, and you think “oh someone else is suffering with me”
but halfway through your run on the treadmill you make a very big mistake,,,,,,you look over and see matthew doing push-ups with one hand, and then switching without getting up to the other hand,,,,,,and the way he looks
cut-off sleeveless tank, loose basketball shorts and sweat running down a chiseled jawline you damn near trip over your own feet
because okay,,,,,,,,he’s hot,,,,,,,,
and you’re like no no focus on the work out but it’s impossible,,,,,,,because when you look back you see him lifting weights, his back big and wide, the muscles strong in his arms and you’re damn near drooling honestly
and this goes on for like two weeks because everytime you show up to work out,,,,it’s like 3:19 am and it’s just you two and matthew smiles and greets you and then starts working out and you can’t not watch,,,,,,,,,it’s like addicting
and at one point you’re like whatever and as you see matthew finishing up you drop your jump-rope and you’re like “hey can i ask you something?” and he turns around with his usual smile, wiping the sweat from his neck and he’s like “sure!” and you’re like “let’s make out, if you want, like right now”
and matthew’s eyes go wide only for a second because he drops the towel from his neck and smirks and is like “i thought you’d never ask”
and that is how you end up making you in the empty campus gym and matthew is as good as a kisser as he looks,,,,,and he’s good at other things Which I Will Leave Up to You to Imagine
and as you’re leaving,,,,,,the sun rising slowly on the campus you’re like “um,,,,,,,see you again soon?” and matthew is like “you know it!”
and you two make out every time you see each other which is like 3 times a week at the gym and it’s great and it’s fun
but also you talk,,,,,,,and matthew is hilarious and not afriad to embarrass himself and oh shit this is going from a hookup to a crush
and you’re super scared about telling him,,,,,because he’s so,,,,,popular what if he already has someone else,,,,,someone better in mind
and you don’t want to ruin the great thing you have going (great thing being physical only) and you’re like telling yourself to not ruin it
until you’re sitting in matthew’s lap and suddenly he pulls back from your kiss, arms slipping from under your shirt and he’s like “listen ive been thinking, we never meet up outside the gym and i wanna introduce you to my friends-”
and you’re like wait hold up he’s talking like we’re,,,,,in a relationship
and matthew can see the confusion on your face and his smile drops and he’s like “unless,,,,,,,,,being something serious is uncomfortable for you?” but you shake your head so much you’re scared you might crack your neck but you’re like “no!!! i do want to be something serious, i was just surprised i thought you’d ,,,,,,,,only thought of this as something on the side”
and matthew grins and he’s like “no way, i don’t make out with just anyone. also you’ve seen my - well,,,,,,,,you’ve seen big matthew and that’s nothing something many people can say”
and you’re like oh my god did you just call- whatever, yes id love to ,,,,, meet your friends and do some stuff??? together??? like dates??? and you and him are grinning like idiots in love hehe
dating college!matthew: long snapchat stories of you guys being a cute couple and trying out new resturants or going to the amusment park and buying matching headbands, wearing his big clothes, couple work outs, matthew always using your legs as his personal pillow, wild parties where you both get tipsy and spend an hour debating who grinds better and making a very embarrassed j.seph the judge, being silly dorks that are super touchy and pda is at an all time HIGH, couple rings
sports: women’s lacrosse
she is FIERCE and nothing scares her. not the other lacrosse teams she has to face. not the judgmental looks people give her when she says she wants to become a neurosurgeon. not the way people snicker and point out her bold sense of fashion
she’s her own person and she makes it known, because she’s a hardworker and she’s going to get into the top med school in korea just freaking watch her
and she’s gonna do it wearing fishnets, a motorcycle jacket, and heavy army boots like who said all girls have to dress a certain way??? and yes that’s a tattoo on her upper-arm like what are you gonna do about it????
matthew is always like holding jiwoo back from getting into fights at the bar he works at because if some guy as much as whispers something nasty/disrespectful/just plain gross under his breath about her or any girl in the vicinity she’s up and ready to throw hands
and matthew literally just wraps his arm around her torso while she’s kicking and going “let me GO” and he’s like “ow ow ow you’re so strong ow ow but thank god you’re short OW DID YOU JUST BITE MY ARM”
but she really studies super hard and she knows her stuff and the teachers love her,,,,,because she’s always the first to be done with her work and she really genuinely wants to be a surgeon to help people
,,,,,,even though some of them are like “why,,,,,do you dress,,,,,,,so,,,,,” and she’s like “because i like it. what does that have to do with cognitive brain disorders? why does my appearance have anything to do with my passion and talent?” and the teachers are like ok ,,,true,,,,,,
you really look up to her because she’s so outspoken. also she makes even the scariest older classmates grovel at the knees like for instance pre-med ken made the mistake of cracking a joke about jiwoo’s resting poker face and she was like “coming from you who can’t even keep still in his seat for more than three seconds like some kind of over-energized rabbit, i don’t see whats so funny?” and ken was like i got it i Will Shut Up Now
and you see her a lot hanging around the computer lab of the library, probably to work on her labs and stuff and you don’t think she even notices you
because she’s always bickering with matthew or laughing with somin but,,,,,,,one day when you peek over you end up making eye contact
and you hide right away behind your hair because oh no she saw,,,you
but it’s too late and you can hear her boots marching across the floor and you feel the tap on your shoulder
and jiwoo literally spins around your computer chair and is like “heY,,,,,do you want to say something to me? you always stare at me funny? is there a problem”
and you’re like UH,,,,,,,turning redder by the second and matthew is already sighing across the room and getting up to get jiwoo but you just mumble out that no,,,,,no problem,,,,,,,you just think she’s really pretty
and the whole room turns to look at you two because oh god,,,,,,you just called jeon jiwoo pretty??????? no one has ever had the guts to approach her let alone,,,,compliment her
and you’re like This is The Day I Die but jiwoo,,,,,just clams up and she opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out and she’s like uh uh uh,,,,,,,,,,wh,,,what did you say?
and you’re like “im sorry please don’t be mad i think you’re really pretty and cool so i can’t stop looking at you but it’s nothing mean or hateful please omg,,,,”
and jiwoo puts her finger to your lips and you’re like oh no im dead but is?????? is she blushing and she gets up suddenly and she’s like “let’s,,,,step out.”
and you follow her out of the computer lab down to a bench outside on campus and you’re shaking with nervousness but jiwoo won’t look at you and she’s just like,,,,,,,,,,,
“ok,,,,,listen i have never been confessed to so this is weird but,,,,,is it true,,,,,,” and you’re like ??????? what and she’s like tucking her hair behind her ear trying to seem uninterested and she’s like “that you think im pretty?”
and you’re like “yes of course, i’ve thought it since i first saw you,,,,i think you were giving an underclassman his lunch back when someone stole it from him??? i thought you were so cool and so cute-”
you: “y,,yeah cute, pretty, beautiful,,,,,,,you’re all of that to me.” and this time you’re 100% sure she’s blushing
and suddenly jiwoo is like “are you free tonight?” and you’re like um yes why and she’s like there’s going to be a party at the bar matthew works out,,,,,,,do you wanna come ,,,,,,,,,,with me?
and you’re SPEECHLESS because is this HAPPENING RN and jiwoo is like “give me your phone. im gonna give you my number.”
and that night you meet up with jiwoo and the j.sep + somin outside of the bar and jiwoo is like “stay close, ok?” and you’re like holy,,,my heart is beating so fast
and you’re kinda shy but jiwoo is like “let loose, c’mon!!” and as you’re dancing together she grabs your shoulders and pulls herself closer to you and you’re like ghldjsfgfdf and she’s like “try to look a little happier - you said im pretty right, and now im dancing with you, isn’t it amazing?”
and you’re honestly starstruck you’re like “yes, im so happy. i feel blessed”
and jiwoo playfully pushes your arm but she feels this warmth in her chest because,,,,,,being so special to someone feels so nice,,,,,,
dating college!jiwoo: quizzing her on hard science terms you can’t pronounce, letting her try out makeup on you, laying upside down off the couch and watching horror movies together, pda making jiwoo shyer than usual, having jiwoo tell matthew that if he even DARES to make a move - she will shave all that hair off his head
major: interior design
sports: no time, she spends all of her free hours at her internship with a famous seoul furniture designer and she comes back to her dorm only to pass out on her bed, jiwoo always finds her without a blanket
originally was interested in fashion design, but people aren’t her strongest suit so she became more interested in making pretty things,,,,,,,,that didn’t have to be modeled on someone but instead,,,,,inside a house
finds fabric magazines more thrilling than gossip magazines
gives off a very mannered, but friendly field. she’s called a ‘goddess’ by underclassmen in the major because when she works she looks so pretty and concentrated and the way she handles cloth and drawing ,,,,,, it’s so like gentle
keeps two sketchbooks: one that’s tidy and clean for class and the other that’s a mess for her own ideas
likes working in soft pastels,,,,,,,,,,bright patterns annoy her. so when matthew shows up in his hawaiian print button downs she’s literally like Go. Change
her internship is really hard because she’s an assistant to this designer who thinks they’re a prodigy or something and is always making somin run around and do needless tasks and jiwoo is always like somin. i want to fight your boss
you’re also an intern,,,,but not to the designer but to their marketing team and so you always feel terrible seeing somin being nagged at or asked to go buy coffee for like the tenth time
and you think she’s really sweet,,,,and patient to never ever snap or say something mean behind the designers back
but you also worry because when finals come around you can see somin is skipping meals as she’s losing weight and keeps coming in with bags under her eyes
and you end up seeing her kind of stumble on her way to the kitchen in the designers studio and at first you brush it off that she’s just sleepy but you can’t just leave it at that
so you go to the kitchen to see if she’s ok and you see her???? laying on the floor????? passed out
and you panic, falling to your knees and getting her head in your lap and you’re like “somin??? somin???”
and you pull her up into your arms and stand up and you can hear her kind of coming too and you like get her over to a chair
and get a cup of water and some snacks and you’re like “somin, let’s drink this ok?” and very gently you get the cup to her lips
and she’s already like conscious but she looks so so so weak and you unwrap the snack and encourage her to take small bites
and when she’s done,,,,with a bit of energy restored she shyly tries to hide and she’s like “im sorry you had to see me like this”
and you’re like “somin,,,,,,,,,you should ask for a day off. it’s finals, i know how hard it is but you can’t torture yourself to this point.”
and somin nods but you know she’s not going to listen to you
but before you get up to leave, she thanks you and you’re like feeling your heart break because someone who does so much deserves a break,,,,,
but since she doesn’t want to take one you start to take it upon yourself to make sure she’s eating at the internship and you always give her fruits or candy and you’re like eat this on your way back to campus!!!!
and when finals are over,,,,you’re happy for you but also somin
and one day she comes over to hand you lunchbox she’s made herself and she’s like !!!!!! for helping me,,,,,,all this time
and you guys eat together for the first time and it’s kinda like an impromptu date and you even get her number
and you learn about somin’s passion for designing homes and you think she looks so cute getting excited talking about it
and when you walk together to campus one night,,,,,you feel her take her finger and lock it around hers and you both are giggling,,,,but it’s so cute
dating college!somin: having to remind her to take her sketchbooks because she always forgets where she puts them if she takes them out of her bag, forehead kisses while she’s working, sitting up until really late with tea and just talking about what makes you happy, bubble baths together on off days, having jiwoo get super protective over you two, somin always plays with your hair, you find out she secretly really likes to dance and you guys have a dance off in her dorm that matthew and j.seph walk in on,,,,,,,,,and then join it becomes a competition, telling her she’s doing her best and you know she is and that’s enough <3
SUMMARY: You break up with your asshole boyfriend and of course go to your favorite shoulder do cry on - Namjoon - only today you want a little more than a comforting hug from him, feeling needy and all.
The tears burned when they rolled down you cold cheeks. It was so cold you thought they might turn into ice. Embarrassed to be crying in public, you throw you hood over your head in attempts of hiding your face.
You couldn’t stay in there though, not with him in there, not with what just happened. Arriving early from work you had already made plans in your head of how you would bake your boyfriends favorite desert to surprise him when he’d get home from work. Now you looked down at your hand all sticky from shoving your fist in the cake and throwing it at his face when he told you there was someone else. You felt so stupid.
I got a request from @namjoonsfangirl for a punishment smut. Once again guys, if I see any request that is not detailed then I will start deleting it after this especially when I’ve asked you begged- for you to please give me more detail and I’ve done a smut like this before. This is my last time and I hope you realize I’m not being mean I’m just frustrated.
“Hey. Hey Taehyung, give that back!” You shouted as he took
your phone from your body that was laying out on your back. You frowned
reaching for Taehyung’s wrist pulling him down on the couch. You crawled on his
lap as you both started to play wrestle and you tried to get him to loosen his
grip on your phone. Taehyung chuckled moving to tickle you with his free hand
knowing that it would make you laugh and loosen your grip a little bit.
“Tae-hyung! Ahhh! S-stop!” You laughed uncontrollably as you
fought for your phone, your hips straddling him and hugging him tightly against
your body as you jerked the phone from his reach. Your hand moving above his
head, Taehyung gripping onto your hips as you both saw Namjoon come into the
room holding a bowl of cereal. He glanced at the both of you going to sit
beside you on the couch. You straightened yourself up sticking your tongue out
at Taehyung as you moved to lean your head against Namjoon’s shoulder.
“Daddy Monster~ Pokemonster.” You teased Namjoon causing him
to chuckle, a light pink tent dusting his cheeks as he shoved cereal in his
mouth to keep from answering.
“Dance monster!” Taehyung shouted out playfully causing you
to snicker at his remarks. Namjoon flipped him off with his middle finger
before going back to the cereal. You grabbed the spoon from Namjoon’s hand
taking a bite of his cereal causing him to just stare at you with admiration
before it was erased from his face. Namjoon loved it that you were like this,
playful and demanding not caring that he had the title of being an idol. You
treated him and the rest of BTS like they were normal boys that you loved to be
around. You were so carefree and joking with all of them, and not once did you
ever take to social media about them. You were a best friend on and off the
scenes and they loved how you gave your company willingly. How you met was
anything but ordinary. You had seen their first performance. Sneaking backstage
to congratulate them with a basket of food. They had been so impressed by you,
Namjoon followed you outside to ask for your number or Kakao and you willingly
gave it to him. Ever since that day three years ago you had been there by their
sides keeping them close and being in their corner whenever they needed. But
Namjoon had deeper feelings for you, he couldn’t tell you but often he thought
about how it would be to come home to you. To sneak over to your house some
nights when he needed to release steam or just hold you close. How it would be
to see you in the crowd and sing to you and feel the love songs that he was
writing about. You were perfect, passionate and human. You never tried to hide
from him, you had made him feel like himself with you, he wasn’t Rap Monster he
was Kim Namjoon.
“Namjoon..” You snapped your fingers in his face that seemed
dazed out and though he was staring at you he wasn’t really here.
“Y-yeah.” Namjoon cleared his throat as he grabbed his spoon
back going back to eating, looking towards the screen he gave a sheepish smile.
“Noona!” Jungkook called out bursting through the front door
with Seokjin and Yoongi who gave you a kind smile. Jungkook ran to you picking
you up from the couch and moving to sit you in his lap.
“Hello, my precious little one.” You teased back pinching
“Noona. I’m not that young anymore. I’m a man!” He frowned
hugging you around your waist. You played in his hair smiling as you kissed his
“You’re my big man.” You were just playing with him, giving
affection to him knowing that he enjoyed it. Namjoon knew he shouldn’t have been
jealous but he couldn’t help it. Getting up from the couch, he stormed into the
kitchen washing out his bowl and disappearing into his room. He may have
thought no one noticed it, but Yoongi saw everything and he decided to pick
with the male about it next time he got.
Things continued to be like that. You would joke around with
other members and Namjoon would distance himself. Going to lengths to almost
ignore you whenever you were around because he didn’t want to get more attached
to you, his best friend and you were obvious to fall for everyone else. Yoongi
was the main one to play into it. On movie night, he kept you in his lap arms
around your stomach, his mouth pressing kisses against your temple as his hands
stroked your skin. Namjoon glowered at the male knowing what he was doing to
“Namjoon can you hand me the remote so we can turn it up?”
You asked Namjoon laughing from the jokes Yoongi were telling you leaning into
his embrace. Namjoon had gotten up to go towards the kitchen and get water
before he retreated into his room. Namjoon just looked at you for a quick
second and walked towards his room not doing what you asked.
“What the hell..” You frowned watching his tall figure slump
through the kitchen and retreat further until he was out of sight.
“You know for the past few weeks he’s been like this. Moping
and keeping quiet when you’re around. I can’t believe that he’s been ignoring
you. And you haven’t noticed. I thought for sure you were both so close but I
see not.” Yoongi shrugged his shoulders as he stroked your hair looking at the
screen. “Maybe he finally got a girlfriend.” Yoongi mused trying to see your
reaction. Your body froze, your jealously slowly starting to seep out. Another
girl friend?? Namjoon couldn’t, could he? And not tell you? But Yoongi was
really close to Namjoon just as well as you were so you knew that he couldn’t
be that far from the truth. Not thinking about what you were doing, you got up
and stormed to Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s shared room. Pushing the door opened, you
saw Namjoon there with his earphones in sitting on the edge of the bed. His
laptop pressed against his legs. He was so handsome, black tank showing off his
muscles and sagging gray sweatpants on his waist. His hair combed back but
still looking messy due to him not doing much today. He glanced at you, eyes
flickering over your body quickly before he went back to his work. You sighed
shutting the door, deciding to slowly and quietly lock it. You walked to grab a
chair from the desk sitting in front of him. When he still didn’t acknowledge
you, it felt as if your heart was breaking and you reached out to gently yank
an earbud from his ear sitting back.
“I was working.” He replied calmly not glancing at you.
“Who is she?” You blurted out. You had been pondering on
what to say but you couldn’t really think of anything so you went with what you
“Who?” Namjoon asked annoyance on his face as his fingers
glided against his keys.
“Your girlfriend!” You shouted. Namjoon paused, lifting an
eyebrow he looked up at you with a stone face his dimples poking out from how
he pressed his lips together in a thin line.
“Now what fan said something like that?” He asked and you
shook your head.
“Don’t change the subject who is she?” You asked again and
when he just stare at you like you were crazy you opened your mouth again. “Yoongi
told me you probably had a girlfriend and you’ve been really distant to me. I
don’t like that you are just ignoring me for someone else. If you don’t want me
around tell me!” You shouted at him, showing some emotions that you normally don’t.
Namjoon stare at you a long time before he spoke again with a sigh.
“I don’t have a girlfriend. Yoongi said might, he never said
I did and either way if I did have a girlfriend I’m sure he and you both would
know! I don’t have anything to hide here. I haven’t been around because you’ve
been too busy playing with everyone else to notice me! But we are all your friends
and I know how you all care deeply for us so I’m just giving you space! And don’t
yell at me especially when you don’t know things that you think you do. Please
get out and give me space this time. I don’t want to talk about anything else
with you.” Namjoon said simply plopping his white earbud back into his ear. You
sat there with your mouth hanging open from how he scolded you. If anything, it
sounded like he was just as jealous as you were. Could it be he liked you too?
The little subtle hints he gave you, your mind seemed to think about. How he
dazed out around you, let only you steal his food. Gave you his clothes to
change into and his bed to sleep in almost always insisting that you sleep with
You felt like a fool for not noticing. You knew you could
probably be wrong too, but for what other reason would he act like this? And it
didn’t hurt for you to find out in any means necessary. Getting on your knees,
you crawled over to Namjoon slowly, the sweats you had on pressing against the
floor. The cotton material rubbing against your skin. You crawled up to him,
raising up you pressed your hands against his laptop shutting it. Namjoon
raised his eyes open seeing you on your knees in front of him. He tried to play
it off frowning as his music turned off from the playlist he had going on.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice starting to drop
down in an octave. He watched as your hands grabbed at his earbuds and grabbing
at the laptop you moved to put it on the chair you were just sitting in. You
spread his legs wide staring up at him with big eyes.
“I’ve been neglecting my monster, haven’t I?” You cooed
licking on your bottom lip. You pressed your lips against his knee and he let
out a soft hitch of breath.
“Don’t do this Y/N. You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
Namjoon tried to warn you, pressing his hands on your shoulders. But you didn’t
listen to reason. Lifting up you straddled his waist, your hands going in his
hair as you straddled him. Your lips finding Namjoon’s as his hands were eager
to grip at your waist pulling you towards his body. Your chest against his,
legs coming to press on either side of his body. You moaned softly feeling his
plump lips press against your own, how he moved his lips softly against yours
made your heart flutter. You couldn’t believe you were doing this with your
best friend. Making out with him on his bed. Namjoon groaned, eyes screwing
shut the kiss was better than something he ever imagined. His hands moved down
to your ass pressing you down against his once soft erection that was getting
You started to roll your hips down against his, dry humping
him through your clothes to create some friction. Namjoon let you, using his
hands to help you ride him his lips moved eagerly against yours. His tongue
slid across your bottom lip slowly asking you for permission which you gave
him, spreading your lips wide to be greeted by his pink tongue. You swirled
your tongue around his, moaning softly as his tongue roamed your mouth. He
flicked his muscle everywhere grazing over your teeth and your cheeks, the roof
of your mouth and your own tongue, the kiss becoming more heated and needy with
each passing second. Your hands gripped at his hair pulling at it as Namjoon
started to rock his hips up against yours. Mewls left your lips, you couldn’t
believe how good it felt for you to be pressing against him. You circled your
hips against his, your clit finding some sort of added pleasure. Breaking the kiss,
you looked down in his eyes.
“Namjoon, don’t stop.” You moaned softly, he slipped his
hands inside of your joggers gripping at your ass.
“A thong baby? Do you like that?” He asked you softly and
you nodded your head looking in his eyes. “Go faster.” He commanded and you
did, your head rolling back as he bit onto your neck. He sucked on your skin
tasting you, tongue gliding on every ounce of skin he could find. He marked all
your skin, your collarbones also receiving attention. He kissed up your neck to
your chin biting down on the flesh as you whimpered.
“Fuck! Fuck.” You chanted out shutting your eyes. Namjoon
moved his hand down to press his finger against your clit rubbing against it as
well as letting your ass move against his bulge. “Oh god Namjoon!” You
whimpered out as your orgasm rocked through you, the wet spot staining your
sweats, the outline of his erection pressing against your clothed pussy.
“Such a good girl.” He groaned softly kissing your lips
“I want monster to come out and play.” You nodded your head
pressing your forehead against his.
“I don’t think you can handle the monster. And you will need
to be quiet.” He warned you nodded eagerly smirking.
“I can handle anything daddy monster gives me.” You were
teasing him, it was fun to see him get so worked up and riled for you.
Namjoon looked at you for a long time before he smirked. Crashing
his lips back against yours again his hands slipped from your bottoms, gripping
on your breast through your shirt, he kneaded your flesh, before he was pushing
up your shirt and you were breaking the kiss to take off the shirt throwing it
behind you. Grabbing at his next you helped him take off the shirt his toned
muscles and flat stomach showing, the soft peak of abs starting to be outlined
showing. “Get on your knees.” He commanded as his eyes roamed to your breast
and downwards. Obeying him you moved to get on your knees. Namjoon paused
listening to what was going on in the house, deeming it safe he pushed down his
boxers and sweats in one girl, his large member standing proudly in the air. As
he sat down your eyes glued onto his member not believing that he was actually
so big. Your hand reached out to grab at his cock, stroking it up and down
feeling the warm appendage in your hand, you leaned forward licking across the
head of his shaft. He groaned playing in your hair sweeping it from your face
watching as you licked around his head and up and down his shaft. Namjoon
wanted to feel more, the red angry tip leaking with precum, he had waited on
you for so long he didn’t think teasing would help anything else.
“Monster wants you to use your mouth. Stop teasing.” He gave
a stern warning with a trembling voice but you didn’t listen. Too caught up in
licking against his veins and even licking across his balls you were too caught
up in getting your own pleasure from sucking him off. Namjoon growled, slapping
your hand from his cock he gripped at your hair, forcing your mouth onto his
cock. You groaned as he stretched out your mouth, moving until you were taking
his cock past your plump lips and down your throat.
“Fuck, just like that baby that wet mouth feels so good
around daddy’s cock. Do you like it?” He asked softly, holding your head down.
He heard you choke slightly so he pulled back, threading his fingers into your
hair he moved your head up and down on his shaft slow at first until he was
picking up speed. Making little grunts and noises of approval he bit on his
bottom lip to keep himself quiet. He watched your cheeks hollowed, your hands
pressing on his knees to find purchase. Your eyes looking up at him with pure
want and desire. He loved it, how eager you looked and how you wanted more. He
started to thrust his hips up against your face as well, shoving your head down
trying to get you to take all that you could, loving how your throat tightened
up around his cock. He saw your eyes water how you whimpered around him causing
you to choke and gag more. Loving how you were acting Namjoon pinched your
nose, using his thighs to lift himself up into your mouth, the spit dripping
down your chin and onto your covered chest. Namjoon watched as your eyes
dropped low, while you were going to the point of about to black out before he
let your nose go pulling you off his wet cock. Namjoon let your nose go,
keeping his grip in your hair he watched as you heaved trying to gulp in air. Namjoon
leaned your face down slapping your cheeks with his wet cock he soon slid
himself back into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down listening to your
lewd noises. You found yourself enjoying how he stuffed your mouth and how your
tongue pressed against different spots on his shaft. He was so thick and you
felt like your mouth was so full but you loved every moment of it. How his neck
vein popped out as he looked down at you, his own lust and dominance radiating
off his body and his face. He growled at you, causing your pussy to quiver and
drip from wetness that he caused. He let out a different type of moan causing
your toes to curl. He continued to shove your head down, until your eyes were
dripping wet from the stretch. He held your head down as his hips moved quickly
against your face. He growled out your name lowly spilling his warm cum into
your mouth. You greedily tried your best to lick it all up, the bitter sweet
cum filling your mouth. Some of it spilling past your lips but when you pulled
back you licked yourself clean. Standing up because you expected it to be done.
“Oh no, monster is far from done with you.” Namjoon chuckled
picking you up, he carried you to lay on his bed, pushing you down on your back
after he unclipped your bra. Namjoon leaned down crawling over your body. His
tongue moving to lick across your areola slowly. He played with your breast,
his large hands cupping them as his tongue glided across your flesh. He moaned
slightly, squeezing your breast with his hand he sucked on them individually
like he was not going to have another opportunity the flat of his tongue
pressing against your skin. As he kissed lower down your stomach, his fingers
flicked across your nipples. He kissed along your hips before he pulled himself
back, gripping at your bottoms pulling them down. He grabbed at your thongs pulling
them down and off your legs. He gripped at your hips pulling you against the
edge of the bed. He lifted your legs up straight in the air. He licked up and
down your pussy, moaning softly he played with your slit flicking his tongue
against it. Soon his lips were wrapping around your pink pert bud. He sucked on
your clit, nibbling gently on the flesh he watched as you whimpered against the
bed. He pulled back after sometimes pressing his tongue against your entrance.
He slowly slid it inside of you, his tongue wiggled inside of you licking
around your entrance tasting your wet walls making him groan low in his throat.
He pulled back from you before he pushed his tongue back into you, thrusting it
in and out slowly teasing you with it. You were trying not to moan but you
tried to bite on your hand to silence your moan but you couldn’t help it.
Namjoon hearing it a bit too loud, he spread your legs wide, his hand creeping
up to wrap around your neck, he cut off your air, giving you a dark look as his
tongue assaulted your pussy, thrusting in and out of your wet walls he swirled
it trying to find your spot as he let his tongue slip deep inside of you. He
moaned pressing his face against your pussy, his hair tickling against your
lower stomach causing you to squirm, your stomach tightening up as he ate you
out. It felt so good, how his tongue wiggled in and out of you, filling you up,
the pink muscle curving and thrusting a bit faster inside of your walls. He was
trying to get you off, he enjoyed tasting your sweetness it was like drinking
up water. His teeth nipping on your pussy lips as he felt his cock throb. Your
body was shaking, his thumb digging into your neck leaving a bruise that would
surely be there tomorrow. He kept you pinned against the bed, your pussy
tightening around his tongue as you got closer to a release. He encouraged it
continuing to speed up his tongue motions finding your spot and aiming for it
over and over. He let his other hand press your leg down against the bed, eyes
drinking you in, his mind taking mental photos of how you looked pinned down
from him. Slowly you gave into your orgasm your hips bucking up as you gasp for
air trying to feel your lungs. You blacked out for a split second, Namjoon
letting your neck go as your vision returned slowly seeing little stars of
light you blinked looking up at him in a daze. Swallowing you licked your lips,
opening your legs up wider for him. He crawled on top of you, sliding his cock
up and down your slit slowly.
“Can I slide in raw?” He asked softly, his want dripping off
how he spoke to you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you nodded your
“I want to feel all of you Namjoon, monster. I want to have
you deep inside of me.” You kissed his lips, your hand gripping onto his shaft,
you lead him to press against your entrance. As soon as his head felt your
opening he lunged his hips forward burying himself inside of you.
“Namjoon.” You choked out a cry of his name, the way you
gave into him submitting made him smirk down at you. Pressing his hand down
against your mouth, he tilted your head back making it harder for you to moan
out for him. Slapping his hips against yours, he pressed his knees down into
the bed pressing into you. The missionary position fitting for you both as he
leaned his head down to nibble on your ear husking out.
“You feel so good baby girl. I’ve thought about fucking you
for a while now, and I can’t believe that I finally get to fuck into this sweet
little pussy. You feel better than heaven.” Namjoon moaned out, licking across
your lobe slowly. He shut his eyes switching his pace between fast and
relentless to slow and sensual. He was thick and you couldn’t believe you were
taking every inch of him inside of your pussy. His hips rolling against yours
until he found your spot. The little muffled cry you gave out against his hand
told him all he needed to know. He continued to slip inside of you, his girth
stretching out your wet walls that sucked him in, holding him hostage. Namjoon
licked against your neck his balls pressing against your ass as he picked up
his pace letting it stay fast.
“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me since you
practically came and jumped on daddy’s cock? I need you to cum for me Y/N I
want to feel all your cum onto daddy’s cock.” He encouraged rasping in your
ear, his free hand dragging across your clit rubbing it in fast harsh circles.
You looked up at him, your pussy squeezing around his shaft as the wetness
poured from your cunt. You were so close, your stomach tightening and your
tongue flicking against his sweaty palm. With a few more snaps of his hips against
your spot your eyes were rolling back as you met your third orgasm that night
the overstimulation causing you to squirm and drag your nails down his biceps
the pleasure coursing through you. “Good girl, now daddy is going to cum inside
of you.” He kissed your ear snapping his hips even harder, until he was
spilling his cum inside of you his cock twitching as he released it all inside
of you. Riding out your orgasms together he slowly took his hand from your lips
until he was pressing soft kisses against your lips smiling down at you.
Waiting for a while he pulled out of you and laid beside you pulling you
against his body huffing slightly he gave you a dimpled smile.
“So.. Does this mean you are only mine?” He asked softly
nuzzling your nose.
“Yes, I’m all yours.” You yawned slightly kissing on his
face before straddling him down to pepper his body in your kisses.
“I told you.” Yoongi chuckled standing up from the door
straightening out his clothes holding up his hand in front of Hoseok.
“I can’t believe they even waited this long.” He sighed
handing over the money as they walked back to the front room to join the others
and give you privacy.