THE MYSTERIOUS VLIVE VIDEO:
WHY WAS JIKOOK HIDING????
OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY! I received this same ask 4 times, in less than 24h. It just took me some time to answer it because I had to gather data.
I didn’t had a tumblr when that video was out so my detailed analyses wasn’t shared with ANYONE! But now you asked and I am ssoooooo glad you did. Because OH BOY!! I can easily spot a liar. And Jungkook was clearly caught in a lie.
Here we go : It starts with Taehyung doing a Vlive. A viewer asks him to go to another member’s room.
He states that he doesn’t know their room’s number.
So He texts the other members to ask them about their whereabouts (using a group chat). You can hear him texting around 5:20. Somebody (we will discover later that he was talking to Jin, who was taking a bath) offers him to go to JK’s room and even gives him the room’s number.
But he definetly texts JK to tell him that he is coming (5:35 to 5:41). He was smiling as he kept looking at his phone, waiting for a reply. However, He will not wait for an answer from JK. Because normally he is known to be always on his phone especially if the other members are doing a Vlive (Remember when Jin and jimin were doing a Vlive and kookie just came in). So he will assume that it is not a nuisance. Just a fun way to entertain Armys.
I want you to focus here: The text was sent at 5:41 and tae was in front of JK’s door at 6:14. Be it more than half a minute. 6:14 to 6:18 V will be calling Jungkook while knocking the door. JK will answer at 6:21 (It took him 7 seconds) to ask who it was. Of course he knew it was Tae tae. the members always joke how they can know eachothers just by their breathing or footsteps. He was just delaying the time. One more thing to take into consideration. The hotel rooms are not soundproof. Is this why JK is playing the music? (We will comeback to this point later). At 6:28 JK will be like asking someone ‘Who could it be?’. Then quickly finds the first excuse that comes to mind ‘I am not wearing clothes’. Because think about it, no other excuse could have worked better. This is also the first excuse you think of if you want someone to not just barge in into your room.
He will keep making unnecessary noises before opening the door. as if he was trying to hide the footsteps of someone (6:45). Only at 6:49 JK finaly opens the room. It took him (6:14 to 6:49) 35 seconds. Knowing that he didn’t even wear pants… that take 3 seconds to put on nor the least tie his bathrobe belt that took him 7s on camera. So even the mere 10 seconds were precious doing something else?
The light was dim. And I could understand someone staying in a weak lighted room. (i am like that too). BUT a soft lighted room, naked and with some soft music he doen’t even know? This is called a mood setter to Bang Bing Bara Bing Bang. Maybe being naked can mean being at ease by himself in a hotel room (Who will believe that?) But why did he not take his makeup off. Jungkook is known to be allergic to foundation, so he is usually the first one to take it off. But our boy had a full glam on. Who were you trying to impress BOYAA~~
AND the anxious bunny got scared. But again why would you be scared? If you were in the room alone. We will just assume you were watching some video or masturb…. BUT there was someone else in the room … SO?
After that V was about to answer JK’s question “I wanted to be on V…” When a song starts playing. He first thought it was the ringtone of the phone on the table (7:16). But it was JK who was controlling the song using his OWN phone via bluethooth. So Whose phone was that? It was jimini’s phone (Chimchim used that same phone the next day for his Vlive).
Add to this jimin’s hoodie … (Don’t ask me how we knew. It is scary but we know their clothes. there is even bogs who just follow their fashion).
Then JK will keep asking again and again. “Why are you here?”. Tae will give him a simple obvious answer “to do V app”. and JK will be like “Ahh~~~” (Seriously boy why are you so nervous?!)
Jungkook will spot lot of food trash. He will say that he ate it all ALONE?! (JK was dieting) … So he is telling me: he was in the room naked, with the dime light, and the unknown romantic music? Eating bread? BOY I know you can’t lie … BUT THIS? You were totally eating something else but mainly not just bread.
Can we talk about the bed? wasn’t the bed too well made? maybe that was the thing that took them time to open the door? Because if he was alone in a Hotel room while everything is all over the place. Why is the bed the only thing that is tidy? Even the pillows?
At 7:59 you could hear the bathroom door open while JK was adjusting the light and V was laying on the bed. Then Jk will tell Mr J “You scared me”. He was clearly not talking to Tae (8:05). That’s when we were 200% sure someone was hiding, AKA Mr J.
At the start of the video The bathroom door was closed. But then the light in the bathroom was turned on and the door was slighty open. (Do you believe in ghosts? maybe but I believe in Jimin more).
The mood in that video was so awkward. The tension was unbearable. And Jungkook was restless. Again out of the blue JK will say “I didn’t wash up yet” as “I still need to take a shower, so you better leave as soon as possible”. yet Tae answers by “I didn’t shower either”. Even V’s face darkened during a moment. remember how his face was all smiles at the start.
The “I am too nervous to hear you, and have a proper discussion, so i will just talk about whatever” will keep going on and on. V will try to propose singing a song. But our bunny will be like “My makeup is smeared” … Boy why do you keep giving us clues we could have just ignored? *sigh* The makeup BTS get, is not the one you girls put. It is stage makeup. Made so even if they run, dance, be exposed to strong hot light. It will not budge. The fact that it smeared … and that he is concerned about it …OH GOD …*use your imagination da*mit Imma not describe everything. This is not smut GAH*
There is also this discussion. V made JK believe that ALL of BTS sang before him. BUT Jk was like “How can it be true when one of them was with me the whole time kinda attitude” (8:58). he is so sure even if he didn’t watch the Vlive.
Recall how he said he was hungry, that’s why it took him 5 decades to not even finish that small piece of bread? then says he was full? then asks to eat ramen??? Boy? Have you heard of logic? Yes it happens to me to be hungry exactly after finishing a meal. BUT I will finish the meal first … *He looks cute tho! Focus Mimi focus. don’t get distracted by that bunny*
A lot of people misunderstood this part. They tought Jin was taking a shower in JK’s room. No no no! It was Tae informing kookie that he came after Jin notified him via text. AND Jungkook will ignore that and keeps asking Tae “Can we stay on V for a long time?”.
Plus him glancing at the washroom all the time. I’ve never seen more obvious than that …
And this last part, was the cherry on the cake (13:42). Just watch it. You will laugh for 5 min at Jungkook trying to stay as calm as possible. Also, Tae “WE are coming”. JK: Are YOU going..”
The door also closes as soon as V leaves (4 SECONDS: the exact time it took V from the washroom to the door). The doubtful. Is that we didn’t hear JK rushing to close it either. That means it was Mr J who did. If you have good ears around 14:03 you could even hear Jimin’s voice.
A liar doesn’t make sense and is full of contradictions.
Seems to be thinking hard.
Is nervous, tense, and fidgety. Makes few complaints or negative comments. JK was hiding Jimin but the question is: Why was he hiding. The non shippers will tell you he was probably not wearing makeup. I say nop, he wasn’t wearing something else …
Taco’s not so fluffy anymore, and you run into quite a few unexpected faces.
Word count: 7.4 k
Genre: Comedy, smut, fluff, a touch of angst, a lot of naked Tae
A/N: Hi! I’m so sorry this took forever to come out and I really hope I did it justice. Thank you everyone who was so patient with me, I really appreciate you all and your understanding means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think! Special thanks to @jiminniemouse@seoulscapes & @kittae for proofreading this trash and motivating me to complete it!
“Are you going to get in?” Stiles asked, peeling out of his last shirt, his words a little slurry around the edges. “In a- a- a-” He paused, trying rather unsuccessfully to shake his hand free of his sleeve. He started laughing uncontrollably and collapsed to the floor to work on his shoes. “The water, are you?”
“No,” Derek groused, pointedly not looking when Stiles flopped onto his back and began to shimmy out of his soaked pants. Black slime coated almost every square inch of the floor. “This is your bath, not mine.”
“Mine,” Stiles echoed, now just lying on the floor in a puddle of black, his pale skin coated head to foot in the gunk. “This is not my house.”
“Yes,” Derek agreed, as patiently as he could, checking the water’s temperature before turning off the tap. It had to be extra hot to affect the stuff. “This is the clinic.”
Deaton had explained that even minimal contact with the ichorous substance gave a contact high. Stiles had been practically drenched in the stuff when they had killed it. Luckily it was not deadly or even toxic- which was the problem. Someone had been keeping the creature as a pet, drawing out the fluid and selling it, and it had escaped three days ago to wreak havoc.
Very, very unfortunately, Derek had drawn the short straw for ensuring Stiles got cleaned up and came down from the high safely. Isaac, Boyd, and Erica were taking care of disposal of the body while Scott and Allison swung by Allison’s house to return weapons and report to her father. Deaton had been kind enough - or perhaps had enough self preservation - to give Derek the key to the clinic so he could get Stiles washed up away from his father’s questions.
“Come on,” Derek said gently, slipping from the edge of the tub to crouch at Stiles’ side. It was, he reflected, a very good thing that werewolves were not susceptible to the substance’s effects. “You gotta get cleaned up.” The effects wouldn’t wear off until every drop of the ichor was gone.
Stiles lifted his head, looking all the way down his lean form. “Oh, no, no that’s too far,” he told Derek, head falling back with an audible clunk he was probably going to feel in a few hours. “Wow, this is the best floor ever. Do you think I could take it home with me?”
“No,” Derek said with a sigh. Looked like this was going to have to be the hard way. He shifted, kneeling beside Stiles, and grabbed at his wrists to haul him up.
Despite that they slipped and slid a bit, Derek managed to get a very naked Stiles upright and across the three feet to the tub. For a second Stiles stood very still, holding tightly onto the edge of it like he was going to resist going in. Then he tipped forward and faceplanted directly into the basin so quickly Derek had to scramble to keep him from drowning.
“Hoooooo!!!!” Stiles shouted the second his mouth was above the surface, water sluicing away the ichor clinging to his skin. “It’s hot, Derek! This is really hot, why is it so hot? Oh my god, I’m melting!” He started grabbing at the black liquid coming off his skin.
Closing his eyes, Derek counted to three. Then five. Then ten, for good measure, and when he opened them again, Stiles had fallen very, very still and was staring wide eyed into the middle distance. It was not exactly an improvement, but at least he’d stopped thrashing, slopping water and ichor all over the floor and flinging it onto the walls and- and was that- on the ceiling?
“Stiles, how did you- you know what, nevermind,” Derek grumbled, reaching for the spray nozzle.
This setup was supposed to be for cleaning dogs, but it would work just as well for ornery, tripping humans. He began to run the spray over Stiles’ hair, watching the black give way to brown. When the tub had filled completely, Derek pulled the plug and let it drain. Diluted like this with water, it wouldn’t hurt the general populace; at worst, they’d all have a really good day soon.
Stiles’ eyes slid closed, and he relaxed into the gentle touches Derek used to turn him this way and that, to get at the last of the ichor still clinging to strange places like inside of his ears and between his fingers and- well, at least Stiles was unlikely to remember any of this very well tomorrow.
By the time he had gotten the last of it, Stiles had turned to putty in his hands, making a soft, pleasant humming noise that might have been purring on a cat. Derek swallowed hard, trying to keep it together. He still needed to get Stiles someplace to wait out the high, and get this place cleaned up so no one else would be affected.
Difficult to think of anything beyond the way Stiles pressed himself into Derek’s touches. “Feels good,” Stiles murmured, unwilling or unable to keep his eyes open. “You should touch me more.”
“Tomorrow,” Derek mumbled back, prodding Stiles to his feet. The floor was still covered in ichor, so Derek just leaned over and scooped a completely unresisting Stiles into his arms. Immediately, Stiles looped his own arms around Derek’s neck and burrowed his nose against Derek’s shoulder. “If you still want me to touch you tomorrow, I will.”
“Okay,” Stiles agreed muzzily.
He wouldn’t remember. No one else had. Still…
He allowed himself a small smile, and a measure of hope. Stiles had never been one for following the rules, after all.
Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)
Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au
A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!
The bright sunlight behind the curtains, stirs you awake
from your deep sleep. There’s a faint smile stretched upon your lips, as you
feel as if you’ve had one of the best naps in the longest of times. Your eyes
are still closed shut as you try to flex your stiff muscles; only you can’t.
As soon as you tried to lift your arms, you hit something
very hard and muscular. Huh? That’s
weird. You can also feel that your legs are entangled, and something
wrapped around your waist.
You didn’t mind the feeling, as you were still too tired to
process things, and because it brought great warmth, but then you heard it; a
faint grunt. Your eyes instantly shoot open, and you blush hard when you
realize you’re wrapped up into Jungkook.
His face is mere centimeters away from yours, and his eyes
are still closed shut, indicating he’s still asleep. You can feel his hot
breath, gently tickling your red face, as his hair is all over. You peer
downwards and see that his left arm is securely wrapped around your waist, as
both of you were laying down on your sides. His long, thick legs were clumsily
tangled with yours, and you were finding it hard to breathe since you were so
close to him.
We are looking at the batboys as bed partners. Not necessary
with a focus on NSFW themes, but they’re there.
-Say it one more time, all together now, this man is a
blanket hog. After many a night waking with shivers and losing the battle to
wrest a sliver of your bedspread to cover yourself (good God, what is his grip strength?), you begin to keep an old
comforter at the end of the bed. When it’s time to sleep, if Dick happens to be
staying over, you split the blankets in two. He can have the top sheet and the
fluffy, fancy duvet. You’re fine curled up in the worn floral cotton cover that
had been on your bed in girlhood. Warmth is warmth, Martha Stewart home-goods
-The added comforter makes for awkward, bulky snuggling. You
tried to maintain the post-coital sleep cuddles a handful of times, but with
the burrowing nature of the sleeping Richard, spooning through the night was
abandoned in favor of pressing your backs together. Most times, sex or no sex,
you take a shower and emerge to find him curled under the fancy covers facing
the wall. You know he’s not sleeping, but you both pretend. By the time you’ve
gone for a shower, everything that needed saying was said. You creep into bed
and settle in. Slowly, wordlessly, you inch together until the lengths of both
your bodies are pressed tightly against one another. He even points his toes.
-In the morning, fucking morning glory jostles you a few
times before rolling his entire body weight over you to “squish you awake.” He
chuckles and coos at your angry huffs and groans. Asshole.
-He makes you breakfast to make up for the squishing. Gross
whole-grain related hot cereal breakfasts, but whatever. He didn’t hafta’ make
it, and that’s what counts.
-You’re not a morning person, by nature. The inherent
conflict between someone with your night owl tendencies and his cheery, perky, frighteningly sunny disposition before
noon tends to cause friction. At least… you expected it to cause friction. In
actuality, he’s just infectiously chipper? It’s hard to stay upset when your
house smells like brown sugar and fresh fruit and he’s all smiley.
-This poor boy generates more heat than a top of the line WE
radiator. We’re talking damp sheets and a bunched up comforter kicked to the
foot of the bed every frickin’ night. You own pajamas. You used to sleep in
pajamas. Now you’re too damn hot. Not in a fun, hot and bothered way. No. Hot
in the “Jason, I swear to God, if you don’t get your heavy, sweaty arm off of
me, I’m kicking you” sort of way.
-For the most part, he doesn’t really sleep. At least, you
don’t think he does. He seems to nap in quick bursts, but will stay with you
through the night without protest or excuse when asked.
-He sleeps so hard when he rarely slips past his usual doze to
full unconsciousness that it doesn’t really matter what you say, nothing can be
done. You are trapped in the crushing embrace of your sweaty boyfriend.
-At least he mostly smells good, cigarette breath aside.
-You like cuddling. Previous boyfriends had requested
separate blankets or a pillow wall because, Jesus, you are a monster. What
Jason does cannot be called cuddling. It’s huddling. He huddles you.
-Your back to his chest. One bicep under your neck and,
somehow, that same forearm is positioned in a bar back over your chest so your
cheek sits on his elbow. Is it still a headlock if done out of affection?
-You don’t know.
-The other arm gets tossed over your belly. It fastens your
torsos together with a firm hold kept in place because he burrows that hand
beneath your hip. When he takes deep breaths you’re sort of squeezed. It’s a
happy turn of events that you aren’t claustrophobic.
-You’re not sure what happens to your legs. You’ve never
managed a look down at them while being huddled. Suffice to say that they are
not your own.
-When you absolutely have to extract yourself from him, a
lot of squirming is involved. 100% honesty, you have elbowed him awake. You had
half an hour before work and were dangerously close to pissing your scant pjs.
-Drastic times, yo.
-On the nights when he just naps, mornings are whatever. The
huddling is not at DEFCON 1 levels of nuclear crisis, so you just slip out of
bed with some wiggling and start getting ready for the day. Within 30-45
minutes, he drags himself out of bed and gloomily sucks down the coffee you
offer to him.
-The morning of the elbowing incident he stayed in bed. You
haven’t talked about it.
-The first time you invited Tim over to stay the night, you tucked
yourself in while he was hunched at the foot of your bed working on some big project
for his company. When you woke up he… he was at the foot of your bed clacking
away on that project. He had not moved. He had not slept.
-Like, thanks Edward. I totally invited you over so that you
could watch me snore and drool on my pillow instead of fall into a similar
state of vulnerable unconsciousness as a relationship building exercise.
-I’m not inviting you back.
-You do invite him back. You also impound his laptop, his
tablet, and his smartphone after 11:30 and physically wrestle him into bed. He
“I have to finish that in the next 36 hours. I don’t have time for sleep.”
“But I’m working on a project for Bruce! I can’t
stop until it’s finished.”
“I took a long nap today. I’m not sleepy.”
(Spoken as he yawns.)
It almost reminds you
of tucking your kid brother in when he was spoiled and four, but you don’t want
your brain making those kinds of connections, and wait… what? No.
-He falls asleep in exactly 23 minutes. Yes, you timed it.
If that’s creepy, you don’t care.
-Once actually bedded, Tim is a pretty ideal sleeping
partner. No snoring. No copious drool. Mild mumbling here and there when
repositioned. You even manage to arrange the both of you into one of those cute
couples’ sleeping positions from the movies with your head all on his chest and
his nose resting in your hair.
-It is comfortable for 10 minutes, then you move because your
arm is asleep and your neck sort of hurts.
-When you wake up, he is gone. There is fresh coffee in your
kitchen and also a note signed with the extremely professional full signature
of Timothy Drake. You don’t know what
to make of that, and honestly, the fact that it is sitting so neatly beneath a
sloppily drawn heart doodle serving as the “sincerely” only serves to further
confuse you at such an early hour.
-Nights with Tim are always one of these two options: he is
up doing some ungodly thing on the internet or sleeping like a rock that
somehow rises gracefully before the dawn and never, never wakes you up to say goodbye.
Damian (obviously, significantly older):
-He is surprisingly calm? You are a bundle of nerves
strapped into the fourth pair of pajamas you tried on before leaving the
closet, and he’s just standing there in pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt staring
at you like, “What the hell took so long? Please tell me you know how to dress
yourself by this age.”
-Every time it is like this. This is not the first time you
have slept beside him, but you just want to tie yourself into a knot and die
because, oh my GOD, why is he so p r e t
-Your roles in this relationship are utterly reversed every
time it comes down to crawling under some covers. Unfortunately, he even does
awkward with more grace than you. Where he usually is painfully formal and stilted in
old fashioned ways that amuse you to no end, you’re just like… a mess. A hot
mess in blue striped pajamas brimming with nervous giggles and a distinct lack
of eye contact.
-He insists that you sleep on the wall side. When you ask, horrified
by a premonition of you crushing him in the middle of the night trying to
scramble for the bathroom half-asleep, he patiently explains for the seventh
time that he has made an honor-bound promise to protect you. You cannot sleep
on the outer edge of the bed. If there were to be an assailant, they would have
easy access to you while he was hindered by an inferior position deeper within
the gully of the mattress.
-Yup. Used the exact words “gully of the mattress.”
-What were you worried about? He’s still your scrub.
A pretty scrub, but an awkward scrub who cannot hold a conventional conversation in a bucket
with a speech guide.
-When your strange, flighty demeanor calms into your more
usual behavior, you settle in nicely. You both like sleeping on your back. He
stretches one arm beneath your pillow, and you tuck neatly into his side.
-He is warm. Damian smells like soap and tea and something musky
and mannish that isn’t indicative of cologne. It is a good smell, and you
always sleep wonderfully when he stays over.
my good friend @lena221b recently reminded me of a series of drabbles i wrote in response to anon asks aaaaages ago. i couldn’t find the original posts (we’re talking years ago, that’s too much scrolling for one mortal girl) so i decided to lump them all together here. the following are a few short snippets of derek and stiles’ life together. in my head they’re all part of the same universe. enjoy!
“I dream about riding you sometimes.”
Derek drops Stiles flat on his face.
Stiles doesn’t seem to notice, just tries to roll himself back over. ‘Tries’ being the operative word, because he somehow manages to get himself tangled in his hoodie and then he’s just struggling on the ground with his head trapped in the sleeve.
Ordinarily Derek would help him, would feel guilty about dropping him in the first place, but right now he’s too preoccupied with choking on his own spit.
Stiles fights his way out of his clothing and gazes up at Derek.
“You’re so big though, I’m not even sure I could get my legs around you.”
Can werewolves go into cardiac arrest? Because it’s happening, Derek’s pretty sure it’s happening.
“And you’re so strong, too. I bet I could just climb up on there and you could keep going for hours.”
Stiles smacks his lips and wiggles on the forest floor and seems completely unconcerned with the way Derek’s world is rearranging itself around him.
“Such a scary wolfy,” Stiles mumbles, eyelashes fluttering. “You’re also really fluffy though.” He reaches out and starts patting Derek’s boot. “Preeeetty.”
Derek steps carefully away from Stiles and smashes his head into the nearest tree. A cut appears on his eyebrow and then heals before he’s even wiped the blood away. Because Stiles is talking about riding Derek in his wolf form. Like he’s some kind of glorified pony. And Derek is so pathetically gone on this boy that he’d let him. He’d growl and snarl and snap his jaws and then he’d get down on his haunches and carry Stiles wherever he wanted to go.
He’s absolutely, definitively not disappointed that Stiles isn’t talking about riding him in his human form because that would be gross and creepy and taking advantage of Stiles’ intoxicated state.
Right, Stiles, who is drunk, and burrowing into a pile of leaves.
Derek sighs at his life and stomps over to pick Stiles up again.
“Whoa, spinny!” Stiles shrieks and clutches at Derek’s collar. When he’s got his feet back under himself he looks around and frowns. “Nooo, no standing, it’s nap time.”
“It’s three o’clock in the morning,” Derek grumbles.
“Which is why it’s nap time,” Stiles insists, like it wasn’t his idea to get smashed in the woods in the middle of the night like an utter moron.
“You can sleep back at the loft, okay?” Derek bargains, wrapping an arm around Stiles’ waist and hauling him forward.
“Mmm your bed,” Stiles groans, stuffing his face into Derek’s neck. “Been trying to get into your bed for months.”
Derek drops Stiles flat on his face.
The first time Stiles walks into Derek’s loft and finds him cooking he’s so stunned that he forgets to actually stop walking and crashes into a table.
Derek raises an eyebrow without looking away from where he’s blanching (blanching) vegetables. Once Stiles has stopped rolling around on the floor he uses two bar stools to pull himself right-side-up and brushes himself off as nonchalantly as he can manage.
“You cook?” he asks, trying his hardest not to appear incredulous, but Derek is wearing oven mitts so it’s not really going too well.
Derek levels him with his patented ‘why am I dating an idiot?’ look. It’s very, very flat.
“Yes, Stiles, I can cook,” he says, and pokes at something sizzling in a pan. Stiles boggles. Derek raises his other eyebrow this time. “Why is this shocking? You know I eat.”
“Well, yeah, objectively,” Stiles agrees. “I just always assumed you lived off a diet of Hot Pockets, squirrels, and the tears of your enemies.”
So very flat.
“Well, I’d hate to disappoint. I’ll throw this in the bin and then head out to rustle up some woodland creatures.” He goes to turn off the burner and Stiles dives across the kitchen.
"No, no, no. This is good. This is — What is this?” Stiles takes a whiff and just about hits the floor again. “Oh god, feed me.”
(Stiles can cook too, but his speciality is sweet things. Derek couldn’t bake a cake to save his life. They’re a match made in culinary heaven.)
"No,” Derek says sternly, giving Stiles everything his eyebrows have to offer. “Absolutely not.”
“What! Derek, come on, you know you want one,” Stiles wheedles, waggling his own eyebrows at Derek. He looks ridiculous and definitely not appealing.
“I have my hands full enough just trying to look after you.”
"Hey!” Stiles squawks. “I resent that! I am a fully functioning adult, thank you very much,” he says, puffing himself up.
All Derek has to do is glance pointedly at the thing curled up in Stiles’ arms and he puffs right back down again.
“I’ll keep her at my place! You won’t even know she’s there. I’ll take such good care of her, I swear.” Derek remains unmoved. Stiles pulls out the big guns. “Babe, please.” Damn him. “Just look at that face. You can’t say no to that face.”
The thing is, Derek is dangerously close to letting slip just how true that is. He’ll never be able to say no to Stiles. He might put up a token protest, but Derek knows that the second Stiles asks him for anything he’s already screwed.
And right now Stiles isn’t pulling his punches either. He’s got the big eyes and the pouty lips and his neck stretched out at the most perfect angle and Derek’s ready to fall to his knees and offer Stiles everything.
Except, what, no, not this time, Stiles is starting to make him legitimately insane.
“Who are you?! Hagrid?!” he exclaims. “Put the dragon down, Stiles.”
Stiles pulls this heartbroken face, and Derek is almost swayed except dragon.
“But she’s just a baby!” Stiles wails. “She doesn’t know how to look after herself.”
“She just singed off Scott’s eyebrows,” Derek says flatly. “I think she’ll be fine.”
(On the walk back to the Jeep Derek offers to buy Stiles a cat in place of the dragon, because they’re basically the same thing anyway and Derek is a sucker.)
“I told you not to do it,” Derek sing-songs, condescendingly, not even looking up from his book. The ass.
“No you didn’t,” Stiles moans from his place on the couch. He removes his arm from his face to glare weakly at said ass. “You said, ‘As if you’d ever get your nipple pierced’. Which was basically a direct challenge. Which means of course I did it.”
Derek doesn’t even stop reading to roll his eyes at Stiles. He just kind of widens them slightly with a long-suffering look on his face. The ass.
"This is entirely your fault,” Stiles whines. Derek doesn’t respond at all.
Stiles wriggles around making pitiful noises until Derek snaps his book shut with a growl. “What.”
“It hurts,” Stiles sniffles.
“Well that’s because you poked a piece of metal through your flesh,” Derek bitches, but he gets up and walks over to the couch anyway. He lifts Stiles’ legs and settles himself down, Stiles’ thighs splayed across his lap. Then he curls his hand around Stiles’ knee and begins leeching his pain.
“Better?” he asks, and Stiles hums in the back of his throat, his eyes fluttering shut.
He’s just about to drop off the edge of consciousness when something hot and wet envelops his nipple. Stiles jerks violently and finds Derek staring up at him from his chest, eyes dancing. He grins wickedly and flicks his tongue against the bar and Stiles melts.
(Derek ends up loving Stiles’ nipple piercing. Stiles lords it over him for months until Derek comes home with a piercing in a much more sensitive place. Stiles’ mouth is busy doing other things after that.)
Derek went into this relationship with Stiles with his eyes wide open. Which basically meant he was expecting a lot of sex, because every second word out of the kid’s mouth was innuendo and he smelled constantly turned-on. And Stiles did not disappoint. There was a lot of sex. A lot.
Derek was not expecting the cuddling. But five months in Derek’s beginning to wonder if Stiles is actually a were-octopus and just hasn’t told him yet.
No matter how aggressively he spoons Stiles when they’re drifting off to sleep, he’ll always wake up buried under warm, clingy boy.
When Derek joined the Stilinski’s in visiting the Sheriff’s mother over Thanksgiving, he passed out alone on the couch and woke to Stiles wrapped around him, his face shoved under a throw pillow.
Stiles holds him in the shower, tucks Derek under his arm at pack movie nights, plasters himself to Derek’s back in the kitchen when he’s soft and tired-eyed.
The first time Stiles grabbed Derek’s hip and rested his head on Derek’s shoulder while they were both brushing their teeth Derek spent two whole minutes staring at him in the mirror. The first time. Now it feels weird whenever he’s not lopsided during his entire morning routine.
For years after Kate, Derek was uncomfortable being touched. Other people’s hands made his blood pump harder and his breathing turn shallower and his muscles coil up. Now, the safest he ever feels is when Stiles’ arms are snug around his heart.
Since the response to Draco’s Soulmate was amazing (and also bc it was Harry’s birthday on Monday) I decided to write it from Harry’s perspective! I still cannot believe the other fanfic has over 900 notes! That’s actually insane. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this just as much!
“Today’s the day isn’t it?” Ron asked when Harry entered the kitchen this morning to make himself breakfast. Harry sighed and nodded. He didn’t really care about soulmates. Thought it was rubbish to have to be forced together with someone just because the “universe” said so. He’d much rather find love on his own.
“Come on, Harry. You’re not even the least bit curious as to who she is?” Harry rolled his and continued to make his breakfast. “Harry?”
I was just reading the comments to @porcupine-girl’s coffee shop AU Here Come the Dreams (it’s lovely, by the way) and I thought of a prompt: Openly gay NHL prodigy Eric Bittle, just recruited to the Falconers, stumbles upon a wonderful coffeeshop in the his new team’s home town. He doesn’t understand why the handsome young man behind the counter (Jack Zimmermann, who opened his shop in Providence before the NHL put a team there) is acting so strangely, but Bitty loves the man’s coffee and loves the man’s latte art.
(Jack, meanwhile, is d y i n g, because Eric Bittle is everything he wanted to be?? and so hot??? and is FLIRTING WITH HIM he cannot even deal)
*Hey, Y/N. I would like to watch a movie
with you. Do you wanna it? Huh… You will come anyway, right? But… Well, yeah.
Movie. Huh… Can you come at 8 p.m.? Can
Well, shit. That week was being tiringly as fuck.
You had fucked every day. You had
been fucked every day. Your body was completely wrecked. You had three days
left. And three boys. Now he sent you that text. Just to have you more anxious
than what you already were. More
expectative growing up. Fuck.
You spent all your day sleeping, skipping one more day of class. My grades are gonna get lower than hell.
But it was worth it. You could run to reclaim it later. But watch a movie? He didn’t want to have
sex? I mean, not that you wouldn’t love to spend time watching a movie with
Park Jimin, but… sex is sex. Or was he planning something else?
the moment finally came, you did all those stuff again. Got dressed, make up,
went to the hotel and got into the penthouse. You were still shy, of course,
but were kinda used to them. And so did they.
“Come in, Jagi” Jimin greeted you as he opened the door. His hair was
falling on his forehead, his lips were pinkly inviting and you were going crazy
just with the sight of him.
You got in and looked around. Empty. Nobody. Were where the others?
“They are… out. Huh… food. We are alone” he murmured, his broken English
making him even cuter.
I see” you said. You both stayed there for a sec, staring each other.
“Well, huh. Let’s watch a movie?” he asked,
his eyes shining.
“Sure. What are we watching?” you asked and he
gave you three options of movie. ‘A walk to remember’, ‘13th Friday’
and ‘fifty shades darker’. He signaled you to choose, and you thought about the
options. Maybe with fifty shades he would get horny. Or not.
did choose “a walk to remember” and he looked at you with surprise and smiled.
“Good.” He said and put the movie.
both sat on the couch and he pulled you to get closer, cuddling. You snuggled
in his arms, he kissed your head and the movie started.
few minutes later you weren’t paying attention on the movie anymore, your mind
was traveling among the things you wanted him to do. You wondered when he was
going to kiss you, to hug you closer, to… everything. You felt your inside
getting warm by the thoughts of him doing all those stuff to you, but didn’t move.
When the movie was in its half, you felt Jimin’s body getting restlessness. What? He started to hold you tightly,
rubbing your arm softly, squeezing your thigh and stuff. Your body was
shivering under his ghost-touch.
you ok, Jimin?” you asked innocently. He looked down at you, your head resting
on his shoulder.
I am bored” he said simply. He kept staring at you and your cheeks got red. You
looked back and he did hold your face with one of his hands. “Don’t you wanna
do something more… interesting?” he said, brushing his lips against yours
I think I do” you answered and he kissed you immediately. You closed your eyes,
moving your lips against his as you both tried to find a pace. His kiss was the
sweetest till that moment, the most passionate, less aggressive. And you loved
it. His tongue caressed yours carefully, as if he was afraid to hurt you or
something. You hugged him by his neck, getting up so straddle his legs. You
were now sat on his lap, both your sensitive parts touching each other. His
hands traveled down from your head to your butt, caressing your back all the
way down, sending you shiver. He started kissing your neck while his hands were
holding your ass, massaging at it as his lips worked on your soft skin of your
neck. Even his sucking was soft.
The kiss was getting hard to control because you both were still on the
couch, but you didn’t care. You started to take off his shirt, but he stopped
you and pulled away from your neck.
Did I do something wrong?” you asked worried. Why did he stop you and pulled
it’s just… you have heard the rumors, right? That I am worried about my…
weight. I prefer not to take off my
shirt.” He said, not looking at you.
That wrecked you. How could he think that he was anything less than
perfect? And how could some people talk so much shit to make him think he is
“Oh my God, you kidding me Chim Chim? You are wonderful.
Your body is perfect. You are hot” you said, kissing his lips, “beautiful” you
said traveling down to his neck and sucking at it, “and kind and cute” you
said, taking off his shirt slowly. “Don’t you dare to let anyone talk shit. You
are perfect” you kissed him, but this time in the most passionate way you
You took off his shirt, stopping everything for a sec to take a look at
You are wonderful” you said and before you could so or say something, he moved
and now you were laid on the couch with him between your legs.
want to see your wonder” he said and kissed your neck, pulling your shirt up
and taking it off. He wasted no time in taking off your bra, exposing your
boobs. His eyes widened at the view of your bare chest and started sucking your
nipple, your hands pulling his hair.
Jagi?” he whispered against your boobs
off my clothes already” you said. You felt his smile as he traveled down. His hands, slowly,
started to pull down your skirt and underwear, his eyes not leaving yours and
you blushed under his intense gaze, but you didn’t look way. . You were
now totally exposed. He immediately put his mouth on your pussy, watering it,
sucking at your clit. But he didn’t keep sucking you; instead, he kissed you,
making you taste yourself. His fingers were playing with your entrance, teasing
you. You needed to feel him. You palmed him through his pants in answer, and he
pulled away, but only long enough to take off his clothes, showing you his
gorgeous dick. Shit. He pulled
himself over you. Without warning he pushed two fingers inside
you, curling them inside, making you let out several groans and moans, your
head falling back. He took off his fingers and placed his tip on your entrance,
pushing in. You thought he would let you adjust, but he didn’t, thrusting in
and out roughly. Shit, how did he change from cute to rough so fast?
never get enough of how amazing he looked when pleasure overrode his face.
Then, he stopped moving. You whimpered.
worry. Ride me” he said, laying back and spreading his legs. Shit, he looked so
confident now and that was sexy as fuck. You went over him, lowering yourself
onto his hardened dick. His hands landed on your hips, holding you tightly as
you started to fasten your movements. You were moving up and down
roughly, your skin hitting against his, and you couldn’t hold yourself back any
longer. You started moaning, and remembered
of his promise of the day before: “I hope
you still have some voice available Y/N, because I’ll have you screaming for me
even louder tomorrow”. OH.
His hands found your breasts, squeezing it hotly, sending a lot of pleasure
down to your pussy. You were about to reach your edge when he stopped you from
“I want to fuck you from behind” he said. He didn’t
have to say anything else. You got on all fours, exposing your butt for him and
he wasted no time to push in. His pace was already rough and fast, making you
scream his name while he was leaning in to lick your earlobe while thrusting.
He thrusted deeper into you, and before you knew, you were cumming around him.
A few thrusts later he came right after you, let himself go inside you, the
sensation making you close your eyes in pleasure.
pulled out of you and stood up.
want something? Water…” he said, Shy-Jimin appearing again. You just nodded,
shy as well. You stayed there, sat, and suddenly, the front door opened. Before
you could hide, Taehyung and Jungkook appeared, and you covered yourself as
best as you could.
look. Are you already ready for me?” Taehyung said, walking towards you and your naked body.
request; ‘can i pls request a peter parker smut where the reader is really turned on by the “spider man side” of him and they talk about it and peter decides to fulfill her fantasies and he ties her hands with his spider webs idk i just find this so incredibly hot thank u kjsks ♡’
warnings; smut!!! also I just wanna say that both Peter and reader are 18 in this scenario :) also there’s swearing (full credit to whoever made this gif i can’t remember their user I’m so sorry :( )
When Peter finally told you his big secret, everything made sense; his sudden disappearances, his wounds, the fact he’d wince sometimes when you touched him where he was hurt, his newfound ability in PE. You were upset at first, mostly at the thought of your boyfriend being hurt or in danger, but 3 years on and you’ve come to terms with it. You’ve also had a secret for the past 3 years; you’d totally been turned on whenever seeing Peter in action as the local, friendly neighbourhood Spider-man. His tight suit emphasised his assets in all the right places; the traces of his abs to the curve of his biceps, and even his ass looked damn good in that suit. However, you’d kept it secret from Peter out of pure embarrassment, being turned on by a superhero spider? It all sounded absurd but god when he was fighting off bad guys and you could see his muscles flex, and the way he had become so skilled with his web shooters over the past few years, as well as his super strength, it all made sense.
One day you decided to bring this up to Peter. He’d just climbed through your window with a bunch of injuries after a night of saving cats and handling robberies. You’d taken his mask off to kiss him and tend to his wounds, he had a pretty nasty bruise on his jaw.
“Peter, oh my god!” You’d exclaimed as you took off his mask.
“Shh, baby, I’m okay,” he reassures you, bringing you in for a kiss.
You’d both sat down on your bed, Peter still in his spidey suit when you finally admitted to him;
“I have a really embarrassing secret.”
He smiles at you, as an encouragement for you to continue, whilst raising his eyebrow and tilting his head to the side out of curiosity.
“I uh - god this is awfully embarrassing - I think you look super hot in your suit.”
“What’s so embarrassing about that, babe?” He chuckles, confused as to why you’d be embarrassed.
“There’s more,” you let out a slight chuckle, “Peter, I get really turned on when you’re in action in that suit. I’ve always been curious as to what those webs would be like tying me down.” You feel your face heat up at your confession, unable to make eye contact with your boyfriend.
He’s silent for a moment, before he gently lifts your face up by your chin, meeting his eyes.
“Angel, don’t be embarrassed by that. Besides, it’s a huge ego boost knowing my girlfriend loves the normal, nerdy side of me and the web-shooting, hero side of me.” He smiles at you.
You let out a chuckle and lean in to give him a sweet kiss.
Months later, the conversation you’d had with Peter hadn’t changed much about your relationship - which you were grateful for. You felt less embarrassed by your confession than before, and Peter was completely loving and supportive of your kink. What you didn’t expect, however, is what Peter had planned for you that night. Aunt May wasn’t home so he’d invited you round for pizza and a movie, maybe a little make out session if you weren’t too tired from studying. He’d practically sprinted home, in order to tidy the apartment up before you arrived in the evening. He made sure he’d changed his bedsheets, tidied his room, placed some blankets on the floor for you to watch a movie. He focused mainly on his bed, and putting his web shooters on before you’d arrived so you weren’t suspicious of his antics.
You arrived with a takeaway pizza and some DVDs for you to watch in Peter’s room. He opened the door with a goofy smile on his face, making your heart skip a beat.
“Hey there, I brought pizza.” You say as you enter the apartment, Peter closing the door behind you.
“Awesome, babe, let’s head on over to my room.” He tells you, following closely behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist as you walk into his room, kicking the door behind him. He presses a light kiss to your neck, causing you to sigh contentedly.
“Pete, I thought we were gonna watch a movie.” You let out a small, breathy chuckle as Peter continued leaving soft kisses on your neck.
“The movie can wait, darlin’.” He nips at your earlobe while saying this, as his hands travel to rest on your hips.
You move forward to put the pizza box down on Peter’s desk, turning around in his embrace to kiss his lips softly.
The kiss soon becomes heated, as Peter’s hands move down to your ass, while yours curl up into his already messy hair. You moan into the kiss as Peter pushes his body against you, his arousal evident. Peter lifts you up by your ass, you wrapping your legs around his waist, and goes to his bed. He lays you down on your back, still kissing you hard, your hands resting on his cheeks now as he hovers over you. His hands grab your arms, gently, pulling your hands away from his face. He places your hands above your head, you can feel the headboard of his bed against your wrists, Peter deepening the kiss further, his tongue working wonders against yours. He continues distracting you with kisses while his hands move away from yours, he sits up for a second telling you “close your eyes, babe.” You’re sceptic at first, wondering why, but you trust Peter with every fibre of your being, so close your eyes.
Next thing you know, you hear a ‘thwip’ and feel a cold, sticky substance on both your wrists. Your eyes shoot open in excitement, realising what Peter has done.
“Fuck, Peter, you’re sure?” You ask him, a small blush on your cheeks, flushed from both the heated make out session previously, and also the fact Peter remembered your little kink.
“Of course I’m sure, baby. Are you sure?” He’s hovering over you, arms either side of your body, his lips dangerously close to yours. You nod excitedly, and that’s all Peter needs to go through with this.
He leans back down to kiss you passionately, a mixture of breaths and tongues and soft lips and god you love kissing him. Peter pulls away to take his shirt off, revealing his chiselled abs which you love to marvel at. You loved Peter even before he became oddly ripped - when he was a small boy who was the smartest kid in class. But you love him still, through thick and thin, for who he is inside and out. You bite your lip at the sight of his muscular arms throwing his t shirt across the room, him leaning down to kiss your neck. His body is pressed against you, you can feel how hard he is through his jeans, your body arching up into his as he kisses your neck. His hand comes up to feel your boob over your top, squeezing and feeling them. You moan at the feeling of his soft kisses, hard bites and rough touch on your breast. He brings his other hand to your top, breaking away from your kiss for a moment.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” You’re confused by his statement at first, before you feel your t shirt being ripped off your body.
You gasp at the action, as well as the cool air hitting your hot body.
“You’re lucky that wasn’t my favourite shirt, Parker.” You tell him as he smirks up at you, his laugh is breathy and you feel his hot breath on your skin. He kisses down from your neck to your breasts, sucking marks into them, causing you to arch up into his touch and moan at the sensation - his hands come back up to grope your breasts through your lacy bra, your nipples going hard immediately at his touch. Peter has very skilled fingers, which comes in handy quite a lot. He reaches behind your back, unhooking your bra and pulling it up above your head - unable to take it all the way off due to your hands being bound to the headboard.
“God, I love your boobs.” He tells you, before reaching back down with both hands, squeezing your breasts while continuing to kiss and suck at your soft skin.
“Fuck, babe, you’re so good.” You tell him, your head thrown back now.
Peter kisses lower still, his kisses trailing from between your breasts to the hem of your jeans. He pops the button open, unzips the denim material and swiftly pulls them off your soft legs. He spreads your legs softly, allowing room for him to slot between them. He can see your wetness on your panties - his favourite pair on you, the lacy red underwear complimenting your skin.
“My my, someone’s a little excited.” He smirks up at you, as his fingers trail up your legs, your thighs, near your entrance, causing you to shiver.
“Quit teasing, baby.” You moan as his finger reaches your entrance, rubbing your clit over your underwear.
“Who would’ve guessed you’d enjoy being tied up so much? You love it, don’t you baby?” He looks up at you, as you moan at his words mixed with the teasing fingers he has on your clit.
“Shit, baby, yes I love it, I love being tied up by you, Peter.”
You feel his fingers curl around both sides of your underwear, discarding of the lace fabric. Your pussy is on full display to your boyfriend, glistening with your wetness. He growls at the sight, grasping a firm grip on your thighs before he brings his head between them.
“Oh, god!” You moan out as Peter’s tongue laps up your pussy, between your folds, tasting your wetness. Peter flattens his tongue against your pussy, licking strips up and down your folds. You’re writhing beneath him, unable to touch him, curl your fingers through his hair due to the webs holding your hands against the headboard.
“You taste so good, baby.” He tells you from between your shaking legs, his words causing you to moan again. You’ve lost the ability to form coherent sentences, the only sounds escaping your lips are moans and whimpers of pleasure as Peter’s tongue laps at your wetness. Your thighs tighten around his head as he flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue, close to orgasm already. You don’t expect him to bring a hand up, pushing his middle finger into you. Your back arches up again as you moan out, “holy shit, Peter!”
He continues flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue, his finger pumping in and out of you with ease due to your wetness. He curls his finger up, holding your body down with his left hand spread against your abdomen, still lapping at your clit. He hits your g spot instantly, causing your legs to shake, your back arching, your moans becoming louder; strings of “shit” and “fuck” and “baby” leave your mouth.
Peter brings his ring finger up to join his middle finger inside you, pumping and curling his fingers faster now. His tongue never stopping its motions on your sensitive bundle of nerves, he looks up at you with those gorgeous brown eyes, you look so hot like this. He admires the arch in your back, pushing your breasts up, your hair which is messed up from writhing around, pushing your head back, he admires the soft feeling of your flesh beneath his fingertips, the way you moan and whine for him, your legs tightening around his head - the way you’re bound to the headboard by his webs.
“Fuck, Peter, I’m so close.” You whine out as he fingers you faster, sucking on your clit now. Your moans get louder, your breathing shallower, your legs shaking more.
“Come for me, angel.” You practically scream as Peter’s fingers push up against your g spot, his tongue flicking your clit faster - you come on demand.
Peter thrusts his fingers slowly as you come down from your high, relaxing your legs back on the bed, he gently pulls them out of you.
He brings his fingers up to your mouth, “you’re so sweet, baby,” he tells you, as you open your mouth for him, inviting his fingers between your lips. You suck and lick your cum off his fingers, moaning at the sweetness. Peter watches you, his mouth agape at the extremely sexy view of his girlfriend sucking on his fingers.
“Fuck, babe, you’re so damn hot.” He tells you, you smile around his fingers and he smiles gently back at you. He pulls his fingers from your mouth, with a slight pop, and leans down to kiss you.
He reaches for a condom from his bedside table, pulling the foil wrapper out. You wrap your legs around his waist, indicating that he should hurry up. You wish you could pull his hair, feel his skin beneath your fingertips - but you’re reminded of the sticky substance tying you to the bed and your hips buck up into Peter’s, making him groan.
“Get inside me,” you moan out, sick of the anticipation.
“Where are your manners?” Peter chuckles, rolling the condom down his length.
“Please, get ins-oh!” Before you could finish your sentence, Peter thrusted into you. He unwraps your legs from his waist, placing your feet on the bed before leaning down, arms either side of your body as he thrusts into you. Your back arches up into him as you moan and whine at the feeling of his hard cock inside you.
“Shit.” You groan as the tip of his cock brushes your g spot. He groans at the feeling of your pussy around him, his hair dropping in his face as he fucks into you.
“Holy shit,” Peter whines as your pussy clenches him, indicating you’re close to orgasm. Your arch up into him, your naked bodies connecting, Peter bringing his head to the crook of your neck, which he groans into and sucks at the skin there, forming hickeys.
You wish you could touch him, run your fingers through his hair, scratch at his back, grab his ass - but you love the thrill of being bound to the headboard; especially by Peter’s webs.
“Holy shit, Pete, you’re so good,” you whine as he his your g spot over and over, his continuous rhythm never faltering. You can tell he’s close, his thrusts become deeper, his breathing heavier, his arms are shaking with holding his weight above you. You lean up to him as best as you can and press a light kiss to his lips, causing him to lean down and deepen the kiss - his thrusts are becoming sloppy, his moans are getting louder.
“Come for me, Peter,” you whisper into his ear as his head returns to the crook of your neck. He whimpers upon hearing the words, and let’s put a loud moan as he comes inside the condom, feeling your pussy clench around him. You come as he hits your g spot for the last time, your legs shaking, your back fully arched up into Peter’s own torso.
“Holy shit,” he chuckles out, still out of breath from your previous actions.
“Holy shit indeed, Parker.” You laugh with him, as he pulls out and discards of the condom. He leans down to kiss you sweetly, smiling. You kiss back just as softly, his lips moving against yours perfectly. You’re both recovering from your intense orgasms, your hearts racing. Peter collapses next to you, naked and sweaty but still so hot.
“Hey, do I have to wait for these to dissolve or can you get me out of ‘em?” You ask him, referring to the webs still holding your arms above your head.
“Oh, shit, yeah one sec.” You can only laugh at your adorable boyfriend while he gets rid of the webs attaching you to his bed, once your arms are free you roll into his side - both still naked - and cuddle into him, feeling his warm skin against your own. Peter pulls the covers over you two, grateful that aunt May isn’t due home for a few more hours, as he looks down at your sleeping form in his arms, smiling at the view he has of you.
Summary: You’ve no idea how to look after fish, and after coming under the unexpected ownership of some, you need some help - and the help is cute as hell. Scenario: fluff, petstore!AU Word Count: 5,168
Marinette was used to have late nights, especially when she was working on commissions. It was one of those nights. As Marinette was finishing knitting a scarf, she heard a commotion from her balcony. Tikki was still sleeping soundly on her pillow so Marinette glanced at the ceiling thoughtfully. Yeah, she could handle a random thief. Grabbing a wonderful hard wood bat she bought from a street market Marinette made her way carefully up the stairs and pushed the skylight open. She moved as fast as she could, jumping at the intruder and placing a couple of good hits. The man (he was obviously a man judging by the frame) gave a couple of indignant noises as he tried to defend himself.
“Not again, why are you always doing this to me?”
Marinette stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed just who she was hitting.
“Oh my God, Chat Noir! I’m so… sorry?”
This was Chat Noir, but it wasn’t her Chat Noir. He was obviously older, with his hair longer and put in a messy ponytail. He was much taller than her Chat, he was easily 1,95. His jaw was more defined and his body more muscled and… he was insanely hot. Not that her Chat wasn’t hot, but while hers was cookies just taken out of the oven hot, this older Chat was lava during volcano eruption hot. Okay Marinette, get a grip, he was hot, but he could be dangerous. She pointed at him with her bat.
“Explain.” she growled.
Chat blinked at her in surprise, but then his lips curled in a fond and (dare she say it?) loving smile. “Time-related akuma, sweet princess. I will probably be back before you know it.”
Marinette narrowed her eyes. She could believe it was an akuma doing. And he used the nickname he had for her and it isn’t something an akuma would know, so he couldn’t be a fake. Marinette lowered her bat. “Wanna join me? I’m pretty sure I have some ice cream cake left in the fridge.”
Chat’s, incredibly gorgeous, face lit up. “Of course! See, that’s one of the many reasons why I married you.”
(I’ve spent more time looking for a picture/gif for this than actually writing this. My fingers got a goddamn workout from scrolling for the past couple hours and I swear I’ve seen every BBH pic on the internet now. Just think about that chair as the dining room table chair, and he’s got the smirk I guess so… here)
genre: smut, fluff, friend!au,
warning: Eating out, graphic smut, A (kind of) HELLA TWIST, Baekhyun still being a goddamn tease like always.
length: I guess It’s a pretty good length
Authors note: SO THE SMUT BEGINS. A lot of you requested that the smut begins in this chapter, but a lot of you also requested that it didn’t so I thought I would meet you guys half way and give you something a little spicy to hold you off till the next chapter. Please don’t be afraid to leave recommendations or requests for what you want to see in later chapters in my ask box along with other smuts, fluffs, reactions, etc. Enjoy!
Oh no, oh no. You’ve been sleep talking since you were about ten years old, and everything that ever comes out is either gibberish, or your actual thoughts, especially when asked questions.
You laugh, although it comes off shakier than you would have liked. “Oh yeah, I once had a twenty minute conversation with my mom about why fidget spinners caused the cold war.” You walk towards the dining room table, trying to put on the best poker face you can manage, “wh-what did I say?” Good job y/n, now he knows you’re nervous.
He gives a little chuckle then slowly glides towards you, sitting in the seat just opposite. “We’ll…” he looks to the ceiling as if he’s trying to remember. “At first you were randomly talking about ‘the large cheeto man with a comb over’ and I assumed that you meant Donald Trump, so I asked you if you were talking about Donald Trump you said, 'Ah yes, he is a very large cheeto indeed.’” He takes a sip of his soda, “And when you answered my first question, I thought I might as well ask you some other questions.” Your eyes are wide and fingers gripping tightly to the bottom of the wooden chair. He see’s your panicked expression and gives you a sweet smile, continuing. “So I asked you, 'What’s your favorite thing about Baekhyun?’” Oh my god, OH MY GOD. “And you immediately said 'his smile’ and I thought that was really adorable, but then you sleepishly decided to continue,” You grip your chair harder, knuckles turning white. “'His smile, and oh god his hands? have you seen his hands? They’re sculpted by God himself, just like the rest of his body. But that smile, that smile is the best goddamn thing on this Earth. Oh and his singing voice. I can listen to him sing to me for the rest of my life.’” You slouch down in your chair, closing your eyes to avoid eye contact from the everlasting embarrassment that is now engorging you. “And when you’re finally finished about going on and on about my smile and how you can look at it all day and night, I asked, 'So what do you think about Baekhyun as a person?’ and you hesitated for a second so I thought you were awake,” he laughs “but then you rambled about how I was an ass for like 5 years to you and then you said,” You hear him take a sip, this time his voice turns a little more serious as he continues. You can practically feel his eyes burning through you even with yours being closed. “'Baekhyun is easy to fall in love with, especially when he’s your neighbor.’” Your eyes shoot open and meet with his immediately, “'The Baekhyun you fall in love with isn’t the Baekhyun that is an asshole to you everyday, but the Baekhyun you see behind his window. The Baekhyun that you see smiling and singing and being himself from a distance.’” You’re in shock, you didn’t even know you could comprehend sentences while you’re sleep talking, let alone confess this hardcore to Baekhyun. “It gave me quite a shock I do have to admit,” he gives you a nervous laugh.
You squeeze your eyes shut again in pure embarrassment, “Baekhyun you weren’t supposed to hear any of that I’m sorry.” Your words come out fast and high pitched.
“It’s okay, really. I just thought it was funny?” He gives you a little shrug before you stand, heading towards the fridge for some orange juice, your throat is extremely dry.
Baekhyun trails behind you so he can sit at the kitchen island, “Is my smile really that great?” You hear him say playfully behind you.
“Yah! Baek shut up!” You say turning around to give him a dirty look, though it comes off more innocent than anything, you look more like a pissed off 7 year old.
“Baek? I like that.” He smiles widely, obviously trying to smile as much as he can now.
You roll your eyes at him and pour yourself a glass of orange juice drinking it slowly so you can coat your dry throat.
“So you actually wanted to die when I walked out of the bathroom in only a towel?”
You choke on your orange juice.
“You said that you wanted to die when I came out of the bathroom because 'his body is so heavenly I had to run to the room just to get some air.’” He says in a mock voice, “OH! And I knew that you were staring at me while I slept the other night! You admitted it!”
You didn’t even know what to do. Do you run? Or laugh along? No, instead your body decides to do the most extra thing it can think of by squatting down behind the counter so he couldn’t see you.
“Ah it’s okay y/n, I know my lips are plump and exquisite under the moonlight.”
“Oh my god.” Was all you could whisper to yourself.
When you stood up from your awkward counter squat, your face was as red as a tomato.
“I didn’t think you found me so hot y/n.” He winks at you, taking another long sip from his soda.
You took a long sigh and looked skyward. Why the hell is this happening to you? This could have happened any other time, but no, it had to happen when you’re stuck in a cabin with Baekhyun for another 4 days.
“I’m gonna um… take a nap.” You say, pointing in the direction of the room before dragging your body down the hallway.
Just as you entered and started to close it, Baekhyun squeezed through and pushed you up against the door with one hand, the other settling right next to your head, trapping you.
“I wasn’t finished.” His voice came out deeper than usual.
He pushed towards you, lips almost touching as he whispered, “Did you like watching me get off to you?” You gasp and quickly look down at the floor.
He moves his head to the right, attaching his loft lips to your neck.
Your body is completely still, unable to move even if you wanted to.
He continues, “You kept going on about how nice my 'long thick cock looked in my hand as I was pulling it at the thought of you.’” The hand that was placed next to your head starts brushing your hair out of the way so he could lick up the shell of your ear, stopping to slowly suck on your lobe, “You were touching yourself on the other side of the door while you watched me cum at the thought of you?"Your thighs clench hard under the sound of his voice in your ear.
"Well?” He leaves an open mouth kiss on the spot under your ear, “Is it true?” Not know what else to say, you nod your head and whisper a slow, “yes.”
His lips are on yours. His kiss is soft yet dominating as he licks your lower lip asking for entrance. Your tongues start battling for dominance, eventually submitting to him.
You thread your hands through his brown locks as he pulls your waist against him, clashing your bodies together. You submit completely into his touch, growing impatient as the feeling of his member becomes more and more prominent on your thigh.
Lifting you up, you wrap your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss. He turns around and starts to walk towards the bed laying you down, resting in between your open legs as you continue your rough make out.
Both hands start to travel up your shirt, slowly lifting it to see how you would react, “can I?” He breaths, breaking away from your lips for only a second. As soon as you nod the cloth is discarded from your body and thrown somewhere in the room in one swift movement.
He starts kissing down your jawline, down your neck, and across your collarbone, sucking lightly in places and swirling his tongue on the sensitive skin.
“Baekhyun.” You whimpered impatiently.
He gave your collarbones on last kiss before moving down to your bra. His right hand dug underneath you and unclasped it, removing it as swiftly as your shirt.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He says lightly before taking your right nipple into his mouth. A moan escapes your mouth, arching against him as he uses his hand to need the other. He took your nipple in between his teeth, biting down only slightly so you would get a mixture of both pleasure and sweet pain, earning him a loud moan from you before doing the same to the other.
He starts to move downwards, placing open mouth kisses on your torso, stopping at the hem of your shorts.
He looks up at you for approval, his fingers rubbing up and down your sides, similarly to how he was doing in the lake earlier this morning.
You nod rapidly “Yes, Baek please.”
His long fingers hook in the hem of your shorts, pulling them down your legs, keeping eye contact with you. His hands caress your thighs, opening them so now his face was only inches away from your core.
He smirks up at you, seeing just how badly you want him by the pool of wetness showing through your panties. You squirm at the feeling of his hot breath hitting your clit.
“So wet. Is this all for me?” He smirks while pulling your panties down your legs.You whimper an almost silent yes, anticipating his next move. He kisses your inner thighs, giving them small bites occasionally, marking you. He licks your outer lips up and down, never coming in contact with where you need him most.
“Baekhyun,” you pant “stop teasing, please.” lifting your hips in the slightest.
His deep laugh radiates through you “so needy.”
You sit up on your elbows, eyes fluttering shut when he finally gives your nub a small kiss, licking a stripe from your slit up, sweeping his tongue side to side as he reaches your clit.
You moan, hips bucking up to meet his face. He smirks up at you before wrapping his hands around your thighs to pin you down. You fall back against the pillow as you feel his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly.
Moans and Baekhyun’s name tumble out of your mouth, eyes squeezed shut feeling only the pleasure his mouth is bringing you while grabbing a fist full of his hair, earning you a deep groan from him.
He adds a finger, entering it half way before pulling it out again. You whine, looking down at him, eyes pleading for him to stop teasing. He complies by entering his long finger, curling it immediately to hit your spot. You gasp at the pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he adds a second digit. His fingers work fast, going in and out at a speed that matches with his tongue movements on your clit. Your moans become louder and louder, sweat and euphoria coat your body, feeling a heat begin to rise in your stomach.
“B-Baekhyun I-I-I’m gonna…” you can barely get the words out. He takes his other hand and spreads your lips wider so your clit is isolated before sucking hard and bringing his tongue down in circles, giving you that last push to cum. Screaming his name, your orgasm rips through you, your body feeling only pure ecstasy. His lips and fingers continue, riding out your orgasm before driving you over the edge.
“Too-too much.” You whimper out, grabbing his hand.
He stops his movements, moving up your body to catch your lips. He sucks and bites down on your lower lip, pulling away slightly. He grabs your leg, wrapping it around his waist so he could press his clothed member against you. You moan into his mouth, feeling how hard he is.
In a sudden moment you hear the familiar click of the front door being unlocked and pushed open.
You both look at each other with panic.
With energy it seems like you harnessed from the sun, you roll off the bed and put on your clothes in light speed.
You turn to Baekhyun while hopping into your shorts “Stay here and pretend like you’re taking a nap.” You whisper.
He gives you a wink and a thumbs up before climbing into bed, turning away from the door.
You walk down the hallway into the living room to see your mom looking down at the mess you and Baekhyun had forgotten to clean last night sitting on the coffee table.
She looks up at you. “Hi sweetheart.” moving towards you to embrace you in a hug.
“Hi mom." You say while trying to hide the breathlessness in your voice as you hug her back, "I thought you guys were gonna stay for the retreat?” You give her the most innocent look you can possibly make.
She smiles, “Yeah, we still are. I just wanted to come and check up on you guys, make sure you’re okay. And I forgot my phone charger here and have been having to use your fathers, so I might as well come get that too.”
“Yeah were doing fine.” Steady your breath y/n. “Baekhyun’s asleep.” You say, giving a fake eye roll.
“Has he lightened up? You know, since we left?” The concern in her protruding through her smile, “I’m sorry, I know you two really don’t get along.”
"Yeah yeah don’t worry Mom, he’s gotten a lot friendlier.”