open up your mouth

Kätzchen - Leon Draisaitl (smut)

NSFW imagine giveaway prompt:  Leon Draisaitl with all the rough stuff. Gags, daddy kink, tying you up, overstimulation (or orgasm denial, both are hot), anal (if you’re comfortable with it), face fucking, kinda feel like at some point there would be a threesome with Maroon (only one I can think of that would be kinky), pussy spanking, ass spanking, him making you scream, would probably constantly tell you how tight you are, would also probably make you scream his name and say that you’re his. Add anything you want.

A/N: It took me 8 hours, but I did it. Let me know what you guys think of it. Huge shoutout to @carey-pricemas and @diaries-of-pucks-and-purses for keep cheering for me after 8 hours.

Word count: 3727 

Warnings: THIS IS PURE PORN. DO NOT READ IT IF YOU DO NOT LIKE REALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT.

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Originally posted by i-hate-hockey

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Have You Tried Seducing?

Anon Requests: Do you think you could do something like Reader is only wearing Cas’s shirt and they’re in the living room or kitchen or some place like that and Cas thinks it’s Sexy so he decides to fuck reader and they break something, which wakes up in the Winchesters and the Winchesters walk in and Reader get’s embarrassed but Castiel don’t stop fucking until he’s done? Thank you! AND How about a cas x reader where cas has been in love with reader for ages but never acted on his feelings/urges because he’s an angel and it’s a sin for an angel to be with a human(it’s forbidden). The reader overheard cas confess his affection for her to the Winchester boys and she decides to seduce him because she’s always liked him too but felt he hated her(but he was just avoiding temptation). So he just cracks and some really good smut follows and then some cute fluff 🤗 love you btw ✊🏽

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, a little bit of dirty talk, language, nsfw gif further below the cut!!

A/N: I decided to combine 2 requests for this one. hope thats alright!

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3 weeks.

It had been 3 weeks since you had overheard Castiel confess his love for you to Sam and Dean.

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See Yeh Break

Harry X Reader: Smut

In which you become well acquainted with Harry’s thigh.

Request? Yes:

riding harrys leg on a balacony overlooking the aegean on a sunny july day

THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING PLEASE

Author’s note: The beginning turned all mushy? Idk what that’s about (Yes I do. It’s because I’m fucking whipped for mushy Harry.) but if the transition seems sudden, whooops. :)


This vacation is an absolute blessing. A week away from the madness and noise of fans and paps and meetings. From the moment the two of you arrived to your private little getaway on the coast, Harry’s been warm and relaxed, and you couldn’t ask for anything more than that.

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Bruise [ IV ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.8k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

The frigid air blowing against your back did little to alleviate the heat brewing just under your skin, lips parted as you gulped down oxygen. A daze was overtaking your brain as your eyes fell shut and your lungs heaved, a thin layer of sweat coating your skin. His lips pressed into your barely covered chest, followed by your collarbones, making a trail of wet open mouthed kisses up your neck. It made a lazy smile flutter up on your lips, fingers reaching out to push through his hair as his palms slid along your hips, grinding you down against his lap. He leaned forward and combined his lips with your parted ones, exhaling heavily against them as his body fidgeted with a faint moan. It vibrated through you as your palms massaged his broad chest, the car filled with enough heat to begin fogging the tinted windows while you straddled his lap.

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Pet owner life ft Damian Wayne

1) Poop bags, poop bags everywhere, in every pocket of every coat and jacket that Damian owns. It’s like the magic hankercheifl trick, you pull one out and they all start coming.

2) He once performed CPR on a Goldfish, Mr Gold recovered with no outward signs of damage and lived a long and happy life.

3) He trained Alfred the cat to throw up hairballs on Tim’s bed. And then outside of his bedroom door once Tim figured Damian out and started keeping his door locked 24/7.

4) Brushie brushie with all of his animals

5) Has a strict diet of natural ingredient pet food which he feeds all the animals with and he does not appreciate anybody sneaking human food to the pets, Bruce is the worst offender of this crime.

6) “Father, I have found a stray” *holds up the ugliest looking dog ever* “I wish to keep him and call him Drake”

7) “What are you eating? OH GOD WHAT ARE YOU EATING?” “Come back here with whatever you’re eating!!” “ Do not think you can fool me by ceasing your chewing. I know you’re still eating it. Open your mouth. OPEN. YOUR. MOUTH”

8) Damian abruptly waking up because Alfred the cat sat on his face and tried to smother him to death in his sleep

9) Phone memory is mostly full because of all his pet pictures and videos

10) Alfred: MRROOOWW Damian: You are a filthy liar Mr Pennyworth I have already fed you

11) Damian: *Trying to walk casually through the Batcave with a small army of ducklings waddling and quacking loudly behind him* Bruce:… Damian? Damian: They imprinted on me, I am their mother now.

Where Every Brown Sugar Baby Should Look for Her Next Sugar Daddy and Why

The more the game changes, the more it stays the same.

     Best friend, my first disappointment with sugaring came when I realized that sugaring sites were not for me. When I joined Tumblr, I was surrounded by stories of women who signed up for Seeking Arrangement and within an hour found their inbox full of messages from men willing to hand them the world or at least a pair of So Kate’s on the first date. When I joined Tumblr, I thought that I was going to command large allowances just because I existed, not because I did any work. I learned otherwise.

     My successes with sugaring came when I got very clear about what exactly it was that I was sugaring for. I realized that I couldn’t make myself care about designer goods. They’re pretty, and I loved looking at them on Instagram but dating a man so he could buy me luxury goods just did not seem like a lot of fun. But art supplies? Everything I needed to write a novel and maintain my blog? That sounded much more feasible. As soon as I committed to it, it happened. As soon as I got off the sugaring sites, it happened.  

     As an introvert, I did get off the sugaring sites, but it took me quite a while to get off the internet. I used Tinder to find the three gift daddies that I had. Last month, I went free styling for the first time.   

     There is a general horror around free styling that, trust me, I understand. If I didn’t have to leave my house, I wouldn’t. But I realized a few things. The sugar sites are not set up for you to succeed. We, as sugar babies, are the draw that is used to attract men with money and unrealistic dreams.  

     Do you want to have the perfect relationship? A young, beautiful, smart woman who will hang off your every word and, unlike escorts, will be with you and you alone for a fraction of the price that escorts are demanding? Sign up for a membership with our site at the low price of $39.99/month and become a sugar daddy tonight!

     While this might not be the exact language the sites are using, I guarantee if you go on any of the sugar sites you will see something similar being touted to men.  I also promise that the men that have the real potential to be amazing sugar daddies and give you things you didn’t believe that you could get aren’t on these sites.
     

     And, honey, maybe you haven’t noticed but online dating-sugar or vanilla- is not set up for black women to succeed. I’ll say it once more. You’re far more likely to find the man you’re looking for when you let go of the sugar sites.
So what happens next? Next, you change your mindset. There is one thing that needs adjustment, your attitude, in two different areas. The first is what a sugar daddy looks like. Maybe you don’t have this problem. But I do. I tend to find myself thinking that sugar daddies look a certain way. They’re white and in their 40’s-50’s. Most of them are married. But this isn’t what sugar daddies look like. They can be any age. They can be any race. They can be anywhere. When it’s time to free style, don’t think that if a Black man, an Asian man, a Martian, whatever, approaches you that because they don’t fit in with the idea of what you think an SD looks like you can’t pay any attention to them.

     There will be three types of men that you’ll meet when you go out: cheap men that would like your time and attention for free, men that will simply ask how much you want or make it known that they have no problem paying you, and men that are willing to spend money on you but need some type of connection with you first. Ugh, connection. Don’t you hate that word? Men should just hand us money because we asked for it right? We’re young, we’re beautiful, we’re smart. Just fork over the coins.

     But consider this. How often do you give money to complete strangers because they asked for it? How often have you walked up to an attractive or interesting looking person with $5 that you know you don’t need and said: “here this is for you just because you look cool or like you needed a little help”? Never right? If we were a society where that was the norm homelessness would not be an issue. No, we give our money to people we like, to people that have bettered our lives in some way, to people we trust. But, still. That word-connection. Months and months of dates. Maybe even putting out. That must be what I mean, right? Nope. Not what I mean at all. A connection can be made in 15 minutes or 15 months. It really just depends on how well your personality meshes with his.

     How do you tell these men apart? Let’s build a scenario, shall we? Let’s say you meet a man at a bar. You each talk a bit about who you are and what you do for a living. His job sounds promising. You don’t know exactly how much he makes but when you google it in the bathroom after touching up your lipstick you see that it’s an acceptable amount. He buys you a drink to continue the conversation you’ve already started, but when the night ends, he doesn’t pick up the tab you had started before he sat down. Splenda! Salt! That’s what Tumblr will tell you. I say wait. You spend some time texting. He says he wants to take you out. This is when we find out what kind of man he is by analyzing a few things:


  • Where does he want to meet? TGIFridays or one of the best restaurants/bars in the city. Look at where he wants to take you and why. If he asks you where you want to eat and then shoots it down because it’s overpriced or “just not his scene” you have two options: dig your heels in or run. My first meeting with Bentley took some time to plan because he shot down the restaurants that I chose as not being good enough for a first date. It was a good first sign. 
  • How and what do they order? We know what a man who doesn’t want to spend a lot of money looks like when he orders at a restaurant or bar. He asks if there are any discounts or deals. Asks what’s the best and cheapest drink or food item on the menu. Makes “jokes” about how expensive everything is. 
  • How do they look when you order? A man that asks if you want anything else after you’ve decided what you want is a keeper. A man that asks what you want scans the menu and then asks if you’re sure you want those things or if you’d be happy with something cheaper presents you with two options: to dig your heels in or run.
  • What are they talking to you about? A man that talks about sex as soon as he meets you only wants you for one thing and it ain’t playing cards. Now, if he’s willing to compensate you for that time in a way that you find acceptable, fine. Get your money girl. If you want a man that cares about you as an individual but he can’t stop talking about how well he’s doing on Viagra, you have two options. Dig in or run. I suggest you run, but this is your life, not mine
  • Do they listen when you speak? Do they remember what you said? I got my first laptop from a man who listened when I talked about wanting to write. I got my second laptop and art supplies from a man who listened to my business plan. If they can’t hear you, they can’t help you. 

     When the date is over, look at this man’s behavior. You’ll know if he’s the type of man that you can keep in your life. If he isn’t, let him go. LET HIM GO! Don’t, please friend, don’t hang on to a man because you don’t think that you’ll be able to get another. This game isn’t for the desperate that need quick cash because their life is falling apart. This is going to take time. You’ll find yourself getting dressed up and going out quite a few times before you find a man that you’re willing to stick with. If you understand this from the beginning, that reaching any goal is going to take time, you’ll be far less likely to fail.

     I’d like to give one piece of controversial advice. Do not ask for a gift or token or whatever you want to call it on the first date. Remember what we talked about earlier? About how we don’t give away our hard earned money to strangers or the undeserving? This applies here. And I know, I know. The posts of girls that say they asked for a gift and got one is so much more fun to read than what I’m saying, but here we are best friend, here we are.

     You do have one thing on your side. Men know that it is their responsibility to take care of the women in their lives. Vanilla men know this. They know. I’m going to say it one more time, best friend so it really sinks in. All men know that it is their responsibility to take care of the women in their lives. What’s more, they know that the younger and better looking a woman is, the more they will have to spend. Your job is not to convince a man to spend money on you. He already knows he should. Your job is to separate the men willing to spend from the men not willing to spend by opening up your mouth and talking about what you want. Talk about college and the class that you’re going to be taking, but god isn’t it crazy how expensive books are? Talk about how much you love to write, but your laptop broke. Talk about how you want to get into digital photography but don’t know what camera to get or if you can afford to buy one. Give it a couple weeks. The right man will show up with a laptop, or an iPad, or a book, or a camera or whatever it is you say you need. The wrong man won’t have made it past the first date.

Happy hunting, best friend.

Best friend, be honest, what did you think? Do you think you could ever get off the sugar sites? Go free styling? Do you think my approach makes any sense or is something that could work for you? Leave me a comment and let me know so we can talk about it.

Everything's a Show For You

A/N: Loki is tired of constantly being shadowed by Thor, so he decides to show you just how good he is.

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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, kissing, grinding, oral (both reviving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, vaginal Sex, dirty talk.

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The signs as self titled Harry Styles album lyrics

Aries:  She sits beside me like a silhouette, hard candy dripping on me ‘til my feet are wet"

Taurus:  “This thing upon me, howls like a beast. You flower, you feast”

Gemini: “But we’re still young, we don’t know where we’re going but we know where we belong “

Cancer : “I’ve been praying, I never did before, understand I’m talking to the walls”

Leo: “Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see that I’m still the only one who’s been in love with me”

Virgo: “She’s got a book for every situation, gets into parties without invitations, how could you ever turn her down?”

Libra “Just stop your crying have the time of your life, breaking through the atmosphere”

Scorpio: “ I’m selfish, I know. I told you, but I know you never listen”

Sagittarius: “Tongue-tied like we’ve never known, telling those stories we already told, 'cause we don’t say what we really mean”

Capricorn: “We don’t talk about it, it’s something we don’t do. 'Cause once you go without it, nothing else will do”

Aquarius: “ Why won’t you ever say what you want to say? Even my phone misses your call, by the way”

Pisces: “Taste so sweet, look so real, sounds like something that I used to feel, but I can’t touch what I see”

body guard | jughead x reader

Originally posted by kylogue

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anonymous said: hey, i’d like to request a jughead x reader where jughead is like super protective over the reader. like he walks with her in school. sits with her in pop’s. the reader is never out of his sight (only when she’s home). and the reader doesn’t really mind, bc there’s a killer in the town and stuff. and it’s kinda hot thank youu^^

“you do know you don’t have to follow me everywhere i go” you joke as you start your journey from riverdale high to the infamous pop’s chock'lit shoppe, jughead hot on your heels

but let’s face it, when wasn’t he? you’d grown up in neighbouring trailers and he was always so over protective of you, he’d walk you to and from school, to pop’s, to the drive in. everywhere.

you loved it, he was your best friend and essentially one of the only friends you had. jughead had been transferred to southside high but it didn’t stop him for walking you to and from school, no matter what.

“you’re not my bodyguard yanno?” you tease earning an eye roll from the dark and broody raven haired boy.

“there is a killer on the loose yanno” he pokes back stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, a famous jones smile hanging off his lips.

“see that excuse expired a week ago- the killers been found and put away. i don’t need a security detail anymore”

you can see the clogs turning on his head trying to come up with a witty response to your playful banter

“maybe i just like to be sure that a beautiful lady like you gets to her beloved diner in one peace” he smiles sweetly nudging your shoulder with his own

“oo smooth jones, but unfortunately not smooth enough. this girl can look after herself” you smirk spinning around on your hells, the ice seemingly a lot more slippery than you anticipated

next thing you know your put on your ass, the cool snow melting through your jeans. you cuss and let out a muffled groan as you glance up to see a smirking jughead.

“oh i can defiantly see that mrs slick” he jokes offering you a hand up, you hesitantly grab his hand as he pulls you up off the cold ground.

“damn it!” you exclaim feeling the wetness on your butt, “my damn butt is soaking wet now great!” the boy goes red trying to suck in laughter

“it can’t be that bad, turn around” you huff turning letting the boy free range at staring at your butt

damn” he mutters, you spin around quickly trying to get a good look yourself “what! is it that bad? you panic

he licks his lips shaking his head “oh no defiantly not i think it looks rather-” he pauses “peachy”

you turn and smack his chest “stop it you perv”

he places his hands up in defensive, wincing at your contact on his chest “first of all-ouch” he pause and you roll your eyes

“oh please i barley touched you-” he narrows his eyes at you silencing you as you allow him to continue.

“second of all you asked me to look- so i was just admiring what you were so gracefully born with” he argues a smirk etched onto his face.

“you owe me a milkshake jones” you complain

“because i proved you wrong or checked out the goods” he comments as we continue toward the diner

“now that you mention it, milkshake and fires” you smirk batting your lashes at the boy as you use your back to push open the door.

“would you look at that you holding the door open for me, how very twenty first century of you (y/l/n)”

“add a burger to that order, ill grab us a booth” you yell to the beanie boy as you slip into your normal booth waiting for jughead to slide in opposite you

“you’re going to make me go into bankruptcy” he mumbles as he slides in next to you, catching you off guard.

he senses your tense “everything okay?” he asks stretching his arm behind you resting on the booth.

“yeah just you never sit next to me, always opposite” you smile biting your lip as you notice your closeness

“maybe i wanted to sit next to you for once” he beams bringing a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear

“and maybe since you let me check you out we’ve moved up in our level of friendship” he winks our food being placed in front of us

“what’s that supposed to me” you blush feeling the room growing hotter

“well i was hoping to move from platonic bodyguard to sexy serpent boyfriend” you eyes widen your stomach seemed to flip in your stomach.

“you think with that leather jacket your all slick huh?” you tease picking at your fries

“your bad boy leather jacket facade can’t win me over that easy jones” you smile feeling a little more at ease even though your insides were screaming at you to kiss him.

“oh really? you sure about that?” he smiles playfully, you kept your eyes trained on your fries knowing that one look into his eyes and you’d melt

“mhm” you muse

in one swift movement his beanie is in your hands and he’s running his long fingers through his luscious raven locks, a strand of hair falling infront of his eyes.

you stop breathing your heart hammering in your chest as your ovaries go into overdrive

you open your mouth to report with a snarky remark but you end up opening and closing your mouth at a loss of words, mumbling a inaudible response before your cheeks heat up.

“what was that?” he tease closing the gap between you slowly

“screw it ” you mumble pulling him by the collar of his leather jacket crashing your lips onto his, jughead spends no time kissing back pulling on your legs so they were draped over his lap.

you hands roaming over his chest before working their way up to his neck and hair as his hands stroke your leg, pulling your waist so they was no space between the two of you.

you were broken apart at the sound of pop clearing his throat, you turn red burying your head into his chest “sorry pop” jughead attempts to keep a straight face as the older man leaves our table, shaking his head.

“so was that a yes?” he asks

you bring your brows together “a yes to what?” you tease

“to being your sexy serpent boyfriend” he wiggles his brows placing a kiss on your neck

“i don’t know maybe just boyfriend” you joke cussing him to tickle you, letting out a small squeal gaining the attention of the owner once more. a scowl on his face.

“fine fine!!” you giggle

“fine what?” he argues

“you can be my sexy serpent boyfriend” you admit rolling your eyes as he boy grins helplessly

“only if i can be your sexy serpent princess”

he nods pecking your lips “you’ve always been my sexy serpent princess”

Say It (Jungkook/Reader)

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre: Smut - Inspired by a fic written by Admin JP + Say It by Tory Lanez.

Words: 7.2K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: Honesty was a trait you had always prided yourself in being strong in possession of, something your friends and fans all admired you for; so the day you announced you did not like Jeon Jungkook, they knew your words were true.

Tags: Dance room rendezvous, slow and sensual sex against the dance studio mirror wall, etc. 


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Blowjob

Deadpool x Reader

Warnings: It’s fucking Deadpool. 

Summary: Your girl Nega hooks you up with Wade Wilson. 

Originally posted by my-daily-space

The bar was dingy as fuck.

Fuck it was downright biowaste, but it was the place your date picked. And now you were questioning the whole damn thing.

Cursing Nega under your breath for setting you up with her ‘friend’, you hustled into the bar and looked down at your phone. Quickly you texted the number of Wade Wilson, the man you had been talking to on and off for the last week and a half.

“I’m here.”

A second later, your cell buzzed. “Holy shit you’re way hotter in person. Fuck me.”

Another buzz. “Full disclosure, I have a boner.”

Another buzz. “Also my penis is big.”

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Who’s your Boyfriend?

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

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

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. 

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Halloween Costume?

Bucky x reader
WC
3500 (I’m sorry)
Warnings swearing, Halloween costumes, talk of masturbation, revealing clothes/school girl outfit, SMUT 18+ only, oral sex (M receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink, unprotected sex
Summary You need a last minute Halloween costume and Natasha and Wanda convince you to try on an old outfit which catches Bucky’s attention.
AN This is written for @themanwithovtfear ‘s challenge. My prompts were Are you naked under that thing? and “You’re a real pain in the ass.”

It was a few days before Halloween and you were stuck without a costume. You had planned on going shopping for one but you just ran out of time so you were left rummaging through the clothes you had to try to make do.

Natasha and Wanda were supposed to be helping you but really, they were just pulling out random clothes and having you try stuff on.

You had narrowed it down to a black shirt and tights and you would make yourself some cat ears, or a blue dress that you could use to be either Belle from Beauty and the Beast or Alice from Alice in Wonderland.

“I’m going to the kitchen to see if there’s a white apron I can use,” you announced even though neither of them was listening to you.

When you got to the kitchen, Bucky was sitting there with a cup of tea and a book. You didn’t want to disturb him so you tried to cause as little as a distraction as possible rummaging through the drawers.

His voice was quiet and he startled you, “What are you looking for?”

“Um, just a white apron. I need it for my Halloween costume.”

“You’re looking in the wrong spot.” He got up and walked to the pantry, where he pulled out a drawer filled with different aprons.

You furrowed your brows, “Why wouldn’t the aprons be with the rest of the kitchen linens?” you muttered, putting back table cloths and dish towels.

“What colour do you need?”

“White, solid white if possible.”

Bucky returned to the table with three different white aprons.

“Thank you,” you held up each apron, putting it behind your neck and around your waist until you found the best one. You folded it up and placed it on the table, heading over to the fridge to grab some drinks for yourself and the girls.

Before you left the kitchen, you turned to Bucky, “Sorry for interrupting you.”

When you got back to your room, you put the drinks on your desk.

Natasha tossed something at you, “Put that on.”

Looking at what she threw your way, you laughed and shook your head, “Absolutely not. That’s not an option for a costume.”

“Where is that even from?” Wanda asked, looking for a top you could wear with it.

“I’m not putting it on! It’s my old high school uniform.”

Natasha sat on your bed, legs crossed, “Why do you still have it then?”

You shrugged, “Honestly? Every once in awhile I try it on to see if it still fits. Last time I tried it on, it was snug.”

“Try it on, Y/N. You don’t have to wear it as a costume, but we wanna see you in it. I’m sure you look adorable.”

“Fine,” you huffed, undoing your pants. You quickly pulled up the kilt and fastened the buttons when Natasha threw something at your head.

“What the hell?!” you looked up, glaring at her.

“Knee socks. If you’re gonna try it on, go all out, right?”

“I hate you.”

Wanda emerged from your closet with a white blouse, “Will this fit?”

“Um, probably not. The buttons don’t close over my boobs.”

Natasha howled, “God, yes! Put it on! You’ll look like Britney Spears in that music video!”

You’re a real pain in the ass,” you muttered, even though you were buttoning up the blouse as you spoke.

Pulling on the socks, you looked at yourself in the full length mirror.

“This looks ridiculous!” you shrieked, laughing. The skirt was so short, you could see your underwear underneath, the blouse didn’t button so the top part was left unbuttoned, your bra peeking through. You struck a pose, “There. Eat your heart out, Britney.”

Wanda let out a whistle, “It doesn’t look ridiculous, you look hot.”

“Yeah,” agreed Natasha, “All you need is pigtails and you’d be every guy’s wet dream.”

You gaped at them, “You two are shitting me, right? It’s obvious that the entire outfit doesn’t even fit - I’m busting out of the seams here.” When you saw that they were serious, you shook your head vehemently, hands on your hips, “No! God, no. There is no fucking way I would ever leave this room looking like this! You two are crazy.”

Natasha had pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of you.

“What the fuck, Nat? Delete that.”

“Nope. I’ll show it around, see what people think.”

“I’d really rather you didn’t.”

At that moment, there came a knock on your door.

“It’s open!” called out Wanda.

Bucky walked in, carrying the apron that you had left in the kitchen, “Y/N, you left this in the -” he stopped talking, eyes bugging out and he swallowed, hard, “wha-wha- is that your costume?”

Wanda hid her face behind her hands and giggled, Natasha smirked, “Can you tell her she looks hot?”

Your face was on fire, “Can you tell her that I look ridiculous?” You crossed your arms but all that did was push your breasts together.

“Um,” Bucky swallowed again, “um, here’s your apron,” he tossed it your way, turned on his heel, and walked out the door.

You stood there, flabbergasted at his reaction meanwhile Natasha and Wanda were in stitches.

“What was that?” you frowned.

“Are you - are you serious?” Wanda wheezed.

“What? What’d I miss?”

Natasha looked up at you, “Oh, sweetie, you can’t really be that naive.” When she saw that you were legitimately confused, she smiled at you, “I think you just blew Bucky’s mind.”

“What? No! You’re crazy!”

“Fifty bucks says he’s in his room jerking off right now.”

Your mouth dropped open, “Shut up! He is not!”

Wanda sighed, “Honey, c’mon; his tongue was practically on the floor.”

You shook your head, “No way.” You looked in the mirror again, uncertainty written all over your face, “I look silly.”

“You don’t. You. Look. Sexy.”

Natasha leaned back on the bed, “I’d suggest you go find him or that fifty’s mine.”

You sighed and walked to your closet, “Fine.”

“What are you looking for?”

“A robe? A jacket? Something to cover up with?”

They laughed, “You’re wasting time, sweetie. Just go.”

You paused for a second then dashed out of your room, praying no one would see you. You cut through the living room to get to the elevators but as luck would have it, Sam and Clint were there watching a movie.

“Y/N?!” Sam sounded incredulous, “What are you wearing?”

You froze, “Don’t ask.”

“Oh, I’m asking.”

Smirking at you, Clint let out a whistle, “Well, isn’t that something. That your Halloween costume?”

You answered without thinking, “No! It’s my old high school uniform.”

Both of them just stared at you, mouths open.

“Gah! I know, I look foolish -”

“Nuh uh, you look hot,” Clint interrupted.

“Oh, um, thanks?” you continued on your way to the elevators when you heard Sam mumble behind you.

“Jesus Christ, that skirt is short.”

You had forgotten how short the kilt was and you could just die after flashing Sam and Clint your underwear. You sighed as you got into the elevator, crossing your arms, at least it was pretty underwear.

When you got to Bucky’s room, you stood outside his door, shifting from one foot to the other. How the hell were you going to prove to Natasha that he wasn’t masturbating?! You shook your head, you didn’t think this through. Sighing heavily, you knocked hoping he wouldn’t hear you.

“Come in,” his voice sounded muffled.

Shit. You pushed open his door and walked into the room.

“Hey Bucky,” you started when he walked out of the bathroom wearing only a low-slung towel. “Are you naked under that thing?” you blurted out.

He smirked at you, “Well, I did just get out of the shower, so yeah.” He walked towards his dresser and began rummaging around for some clothes.

You closed your eyes and spit it out, “Well, um, okay, so I thought I had upset you but Natasha and Wanda said no and um, Natasha bet me fifty bucks that when you left my room you came up here to masturbate and I disagreed but now I need to ask you if you did and I feel like a complete idiot and -” you stopped talking when you felt Bucky’s hand on your arm. Your eyes flew open and he was much closer than you had expected, “Oh.”

While your eyes were closed, he had only put on track pants and they weren’t any better than the towel.

“Let me get this straight,” arms crossed across his naked chest, he leaned against his desk, “After I left your room, Natasha bet you that I came up here to masturbate and you disagreed with her so you came up here, dressed like that, to ask me?”

Your eyes widened and you could just die, “Oh my god,” you mumbled, covering your face with your hands, “when you say it like that, it’s the stupidest thing -”

“Did anyone see you come up here?”

You blinked up at him, “What?”

“In your haste to get to me, did you happen to pass by anyone on your way up here?”

You nodded, “Uh, yeah, Sam and Clint.”

You could see the tick in his jaw, “Did they say anything?”

“What does that matter?” When he didn’t answer, you crossed your arms and sighed, “Yes. They commented on the outfit. Sam really seemed to appreciate how short the skirt is and Clint told me I looked hot. What’s your point?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry?”

He smirked at you, “Yes. After I saw you in that getup, I came up here, jumped in the
shower, and jerked myself off thinking about you.”

You frowned at him, “That’s not funny, Bucky. You don’t have to be an ass.”

He shook his head at you, “You don’t even realize how sexy you look, do you?”

You stared at him, unsure if he was pulling your leg or being sincere when he smiled at you, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth, “Where’d you get the outfit from?”

“It’s my old high school uniform,” your voice was soft.

Bucky closed his eyes and groaned, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mumbled, “Lock the door.”

“What?”

“Lock the door, Y/N.”

When you turned to walk towards the door, you heard Bucky let out a low moan and you couldn’t help but look over your shoulder to see if he was alright and you let out a gasp.

Bucky was still leaning on his desk, arms still crossed. His eyes were dark and his track pants were tented with his erection. When he spoke, his voice was gruff, “Come here, Y/N.”

Dazed, you walked over to him, stopping in front of him.

He reached out to you, gently rubbing his hand over your arm, “My god, you have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now.”

You felt your skin get hot and you bit your lip, shaking your head.

His metal hand cupped your face, the coolness of the metal giving relief to your heated cheeks. He ran his thumb over your lip, pulling it out from between your teeth. “There’s so many things I want to do to you.” He pushed off his desk crowding your space, “Tell me, what do you want?”

Your brain was running a mile a minute so you closed your eyes to collect your thoughts for a moment. When you opened them, Bucky was watching you carefully. “You,” you whispered, “I want you.”

He smiled at you, “You’ve got me, baby girl. How do you want me?”

The look in his eyes gave you a confidence that you didn’t normally have. Taking a deep breath you put your hands on his chest and gently pushed him to sit down on the chair. Running your fingers gently down his naked torso, you smiled at him, “I want you just like that.” Leaning forward, you pressed a tentative kiss to his lips.

Bucky grabbed the waist of your skirt and pulled you towards him, deepening the kiss.

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, nipping on his lower lip. Breaking the kiss, you pulled back slightly but he moved his hands to your hips, keeping you close to him.

Tilting your head, he pressed kisses to your neck, sucking and biting gently and you sighed again.

“Bucky, wait,” you rest your hands on his shoulders, “hang on.”

He pulled back, looking concerned, “Shit, I’m sorry.” He immediately dropped his hands to his sides, “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“No, stop -” you tried interrupting but he kept talking.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, please don’t -”

“Bucky, stop talking,” you gripped at his shoulders, trying to get him to stop talking but he wouldn’t hear you.

He shook his head, “I mean, I’m really sorry and I shouldn’t -”

“Bucky, for fuck’s sake, I wanna suck your cock.”

That shut him right up. “What?”

You smiled at him, your hand brushing lightly against the bulge in his pants and you spoke slowly, “I want to suck your cock.”

His eyes widened, “Are you - are you sure, baby?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

“You don’t have to -”

“Are you trying to talk me out of this, Bucky?” you put your hand on your hip and raised a brow, “seriously?”

“No! No, I just, you know, don’t want you to feel like you have to -”

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up. Seriously. Just, ugh, shut it.” You ran your hands up and down his torso and gave him a smile. Kneeling between his legs, you ran your hands up and down his thighs.

Bucky let out a small hiss and gently put his hands on your head.

Looking up at him, you widened your eyes ever so slightly, it had its intended effect.

“Fuck, Y/N, you look so sweet and innocent like that… You’re gonna fucking ruin me, aren’t you?”

Giggling, you nodded. You kept one hand on his thigh while the other moved to pull down his pants. Bucky lifted his hips up to help you, his thick cock springing free. You swallowed hard; you guessed he was large but you had no idea. Looking up at him, you saw him smirking down at you so you gripped the base of his cock giving the tip a featherlight lick. You could taste the pre-cum that had gathered there and his smirk disappeared as he let out a hiss, jerking his hips up just slightly.

You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock, then ran your tongue up and down his shaft, teasing him. When you figured he had had enough, you opened your mouth and took as much of him as you could.

“Oh, fuck,” he cried out, hips jerking up as you sucked in earnest.

His hands still on your head, he held your head still as his thrust his cock in and out of your mouth.

When he hit the back of your throat, you could feel yourself gagging, so you relaxed your throat and took him in farther, making him moan. You continued sucking him up, bobbing your head up and down, and you could feel yourself getting wet. Squeezing your legs together, you let out a hum around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, I’m close. Tell me if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.”

Your response was to suck harder, using your tongue to flick against the tip of his cock. You could feel him throbbing as he came with a cry, his hot cum spilling down your throat. You continued sucking him, your hand moving up and down slowly swallowing every drop that he gave. When you were done, you pulled off him and sat back on your heels, using your thumb to wipe away the spit that had dripped down your chin.

“Jesus Christ, you are a fucking sight. Come here,” roughly he pulled you to your feet, slamming his lips against yours in a searing kiss. Bucky gripped your hip with one hand while the other skimmed up the outside of your thigh, leaving goosebumps. He gently ran his fingertips across your ass then squeezed one cheek, “I fucking love how your ass looks in these.”

You gasped when he gave your ass a slap, then moaned when he rubbed his hand over it, “Fuck, Bucky.”

“Yes, Y/N?” he brought his hand to your inner thigh, running it up but stopping just before he reached your cunt.

You tried to rock your hips, trying to get his hand where you needed it the most.

“Oh? You don’t like being teased, baby?”

A thought popped into your head and you blurted it out before you could convince yourself not to, “Need you to touch me, daddy.”

Bucky stared at you, eyes black with lust. “Oh, fuck,” he ground out, his hands going to your underwear, “So wet for daddy.” Pushing them aside, his fingers went to your entrance, spreading your arousal around, his hand still on your hip keeping you still.

“Please, daddy, stop teasing.”

Smirking up at you, he pushed a finger inside you, “Does that feel good, Y/N? Do you like when daddy fucks you with his fingers?” he pushed another finger inside you.

“Fuck, yes. Feels so good,” you moaned, your hands grabbing onto Bucky’s shoulders for support, your hips moving.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace, “Touch yourself, baby. Touch that pretty little clit of yours, I want you to come all over my fingers.” He angled his fingers so they brushed against your g-spot.

You brought your hand down to your clit and began rubbing. “Fuck,” you could feel your walls clenching.

“Come for me, baby, you’re so close. I can feel you squeezing my fingers.”

His words put you over the edge, and you cried out his name as you came, “Fuck, Bucky, oh my god, yes!”

He continued to fuck you with his fingers, slowing down as you began whimpering. Without warning, he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and carried you to his bed. He put you down and kissed you, “Get on your hands and knees baby.”

Your legs felt like jelly but you did as he asked.

He raised your skirt and rubbed your ass, “My god, isn’t this something?” Teasing you through your underwear, he leaned his body forward, whispering in your ear, “I’m gonna fuck that pretty little cunt of yours, baby. Make you scream my name again.”

You moaned at his words, pushing yourself against him.

He pulled your underwear to the side and ran his cock against your folds then pushed himself in. “Oh fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.”

You moaned at the full feeling, forgetting your words.

Bucky started pounding into you, gripping your hips so tightly you were sure there’d be bruises.

“God baby, look at how good you take my cock; like it was fucking made for you.”

You bit your lip and whimpered when he pulled you up so your back was flush against his chest.

Thrusting into you, he wrapped his flesh arm around you while his metal hand reached down to your clit, rubbing circles against it, the coolness of his fingers a stark contrast to how hot you were. “C’mon baby girl, come for me, I can feel how close you are.” He pinched your clit and you came hard, his name a prayer on your lips. Riding you through your orgasm, he came a few moments later, coating your walls with his cum.

When you both came down from your highs, he slowly pulled out of you, making you whimper. Chuckling at you, he pulled you into his arms, “Come here, Y/N.”

You let him hold you, pressing gentle kisses to your neck as you closed your eyes, resting against him.

“That was,” he cleared his throat, “that was, wow.”

You giggled, “Right? It was certainly… interesting.”

Holding you tightly in his arms, he chuckled, his chest shaking against your back, “Sure, let’s say that.”

You sighed heavily.

“What’s wrong? Regrets?”

You shook your head, “God no. I just remembered I’m out fifty bucks.”


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I Got You On My Mind (Part 7)

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

[Part One] Previous Part | Part Seven | Epilogue

Summary: Jungkook reveals why he rejected you. But is it enough for you to forgive him?

Word count: 1.7k words

Originally posted by jungxook

You watched, mesmerized, as Jungkook fidgeted with his hands, the chords of muscles in his forearms flexing. His gaze was downcast, his plump lower lip caught between his teeth, as he struggled to find the words to stay. You found that this uncharacteristic nervousness made him seem more genuine, but still, it was difficult for you to trust Jungkook after everything that had transpired.

After recently regaining some of your memories, the wounds Jungkook had inflicted still felt fresh. Your heart ached as if it were only moments ago that Jungkook had tossed you aside.

The conflicting memories of Jungkook warred in your mind. On one hand, Jungkook had rejected you with cutting words and a cold heart. But on the other, he had helped nurse you back to health and remained resolutely by your side. Which one was the real Jungkook? 

You wanted desperately to hold onto the version of Jungkook you had imagined as a young girl, not the one who had been sleeping with your best friend.

“She won’t believe me,” Jungkook thoughts interrupted. Your gaze flickered to his, but he was still staring at the ground, unaware that he was projecting his thoughts. You could feel his uncertainty and fear through your soulmate bond. The sudden urge to comfort him arose, but you pushed it down.

“Jungkook, I promise I’ll listen,” you said quietly. His head shot up, Jungkook’s wide eyes peering into yours. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. “I can’t promise that I’ll believe you, or that everything will be fixed, but I’ll give you this chance to explain everything.”

Jungkook sighed and looked away, his jaw clenching.

“I know I need to explain this to you,” Jungkook began slowly. “But this is really hard for me. I don’t want to show this side of myself to you.”

“Believe it or not, I don’t hate you now and I probably never will,” you said with a small laugh. “We’re soulmates for a reason, you know.”

Jungkook gave you a small smile, his gaze flickering down. “I guess I’ll start from the beginning then.”

You nodded, waiting patiently as Jungkook took an unsteady breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, before exhaling slowly and looking back at you. His eyes were raw and honest.

“The first time I heard your thoughts, I was six,” Jungkook recalled with a fond smile. “You didn’t hear me for awhile later. I still remember what you thought. ‘That looks like a fun tree to climb.’”

“That was the first thing you heard?” you asked incredulously. “I remember that! I climbed a tall-ass tree in the park, and I fell and broke my arm.”

“I know,” Jungkook replied grimly. “I felt it, too. For such an underdeveloped bond, it didn’t make sense for me to be able to feel your emotions. But I could. All I could feel was your panic and pain.”

You winced, recalling the memory from all those years ago. For a six-year-old, it was a terrifying experience.

“I was so young at the time,” Jungkook continued. “I didn’t understand why I could feel emotions that weren’t mine. I didn’t know why I could hear someone else’s thoughts. And I couldn’t understand why I cared so much about a person I’d never met.”

You opened your mouth, but Jungkook cut you off immediately. “Don’t apologize,” Jungkook said, smiling slightly. “I got over it, eventually. It got easier when you started to hear me.”

“That wasn’t until, like, a year later,” you frowned. “That must’ve been so strange.”

“It felt a little intrusive,” Jungkook shrugged. “But your thoughts were pretty entertaining. Plus, I was a really shy kid, so you were my only friend for a little while.”

“That’s really sad,” you said quietly, your voice lilting. “We didn’t have an actual conversation until we were nine.”

“We could have had spoken sooner, but I didn’t want to,” Jungkook confessed, looking away. “I learned how to block my thoughts, mostly. Sometimes I can’t, if I get too emotional.”

“Why didn’t you want to talk to me?” you questioned, a little hurt.

“It wasn’t you,” Jungkook replied immediately. Then, he frowned and clenched his fists. He didn’t speak for several moments, but when he did, his voice was quiet. “It was because of my parents. They were soulmates, but for some reason, they didn’t get along.

“My mom found out that my dad was cheating on her, and it was a mess. They divorced a few months later. My mom got custody, and my dad sort of spiralled,” Jungkook explained, his voice coloured with shame. “I didn’t know how to face my own soulmate after that. I didn’t even know if I could believe in soulmates anymore.”

“Jungkook, I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “If I had known, I would’ve–”

“No, I didn’t want you to know,” Jungkook interrupted. “You were the only person I could pretend to be fine with. You were the only person who didn’t know how fucked up my family–how fucked up I was.”

“You were just a child,” you argued. “How could I think badly of you?”

Jungkook just shook his head. “I wanted to seem like a good person in front of you,” he said. “Even after my parents, I still wanted to believe in soulmates. I wanted to have something to look forward to. You were always so happy, it was easy to pretend with you.”

A few moments of silence passed as Jungkook tried to collect his thoughts. You wanted to reach out, to hold him, but you didn’t know if he would appreciate that.

“My mom had to work a lot to support me and my brother, so she wasn’t home often,” Jungkook continued, his voice low. “My dad picked up drinking. He tried to take us home with him, once. The police had to come.

“My brother was hit pretty hard, since he was older when it happened. I was in middle school when he started high school. He joined a gang, started getting into fights and dealing.

“I didn’t follow him, but I got involved with some pretty bad people. You know what my reputation’s like–it’s because that’s who I am. From high school till now, all I did was party. I drank, I did drugs, I slept around.”

“Why didn’t I know any of this?” you asked, confused. “In all the years we’ve been talking, I couldn’t tell that a single thing was off.”

“I showed you what I wanted you to see,” Jungkook replied with a cold laugh. “I was hoping by the time I met you, I would’ve already cleaned up my act. I didn’t expect to see you that night, and I was so ashamed of myself. And I ended up pushing you away, because I wasn’t ready for you to see me like that.

“You were the last person I wanted to hurt, but I fucked it up anyway,” Jungkook said, his words venomous. “I ruined everything before it even began. It’s fucked up, but after you lost you’re memories, I thought it was like a second chance. I know, it’s fucking disgusting, but I wanted you to see the person I could become.”

“Jungkook…”

“Look, I know everything about me is fucked up, okay?” Jungkook spat. “I don’t want to hear apologies, I don’t need pity. I don’t need forgiveness, either. This is the truth. This is everything I never wanted you to know.”

“Jungkook!” you repeated, more firmly this time. You reached out and grabbed his hand, which was clammy, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Listen to me. All I wanted was for you to be honest with me. It doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed or ashamed of your past, of yourself. If I’m your soulmate, I want to love all of you.”

Jungkook stared at you, his mouth hanging open slightly.

“If anything, I wish I could have been there for you,” you continued sadly. You played with his large hand, weaving your own fingers in between his. “We’re soulmates, you know? We’re supposed to support each other. There’s a reason why we’re connected, even if we don’t understand.”

“I just hate disappointing you,” Jungkook sighed, squeezing your hand back. “I was afraid to see our relationship crumble. Just being soulmates–I don’t know if that’s enough. If I’m anything like my father–which I am–then we’re doomed.”

“Don’t say that,” you scolded him gently. “I’ll admit, there are some things about you that aren’t great. But you’re more than your mistakes. You’re passionate and kind, and you’ve shown me the best sides of you, too.

“We aren’t so two-dimensional, Jungkook. I’m sure I’m not the perfect person you made me out to be when we were younger,” you laughed.

“But you’re perfect for me,” Jungkook insisted, then blushed deeply. He gulped visibly and looked away.

“Look, I don’t know if I forgive you yet,” you said, and you saw Jungkook deflate. “But I will eventually. I want us to move past this together.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook whispered, his voice cracking. He looked up at you. “I know I don’t deserve that, or you. But you’re the reason why I even try. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have probably given up already.”

“You should want to live for yourself, Jungkook,” you smiled sadly. “I am your soulmate, but I’m not your entire world.”

You pulled Jungkook into your arms, and he immediately buried his nose in the crook of your neck. You weren’t sure, but you thought you could feel wetness against your skin. Was he crying?

“You helped me a lot these past few weeks,” you continued, holding Jungkook tightly in your arms. “Let me help you now. We’ll make it through this, together. Okay?”

Jungkook nodded against your neck. And despite how terribly everything began, you were almost certain that everything would turn out just fine. With Jungkook truly by your side now, you felt strong. You were determined to unravel the mystery of the boy in your arms, who felt as far away as he was close.

- Girl in Luv

One more part to go, then it’s finished! How did you guys feel about this chapter? Are you still mad at Jungkook? His behaviour sort of makes sense now…I hope. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this series, and thanks to everyone who stuck with it! Look forward to the last instalment of I Got You On My Mind. I’m always so thankful for the support we receive, from the replies to the fanmail. You guys are the best! Happy reading 💛

Scream It Louder

Originally posted by jeonfhan

Character(s): Reader X Wonho, BestFriend!hyungwon

Genre: smut, slight sexual tension

Warning(s): jealous smut, slow build, praise!kink, rough sex

Length: 8.5 k words

A/N: For the anon that requested a wonho smut similar to the kihyun one. im sorry this ain’t really my best work, but yoooo Wonho got me feelin some type of way


You scrunch up your nose as you stand behind Hoseok, fingers digging into the hem of his shirt as he drizzles cheese onto the nachos.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” You ask, eyeing the mess of salsa, ground beef, tortilla chips, and cheese on the baking sheet.

He groans, tipping his head back, “Of course I know what I’m doing. God, do I look like I’m 12?”

“Nah,” you respond, grinning cheekily, “More like 15. That awkward mid-puberty boy type of look.”

He swats his hand at your grip on his shirt, pointing the wooden spoon in his hand at the sofa.

“Go and sit and be quiet if you want any food,” he says, turning his attention back to the nachos.

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Suck It Up (Ethan smut)

Summary: Lots of fingersucking. Inspired by this ask and this gifset.
Word Count: 1,835
Warnings: Smutty smut. Fingersucking, kinda fingering. Idk.
A/N: oh lordy, I have a one way ticket to hell. I DO NOT KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM BUT I WANT TO TALK ABOUT FINGERSUCKING SO GET IN MY ASK AND LET’S GO.


The first time you caught yourself thinking of Ethan Dolan in a more than a friendly way, was when you’d been over at their house. A movie was playing in the background and the room was dark, but not dark enough thanks to the light coming from the large flatscreen. Your feet had been tucked under your legs where you were sitting on the far end of the L-shaped couch, wrapped in a blanket as you giggled along with the twins who were sitting right by you, so wrapped up in what was happening.

Ethan had complained about the unbearable heat, letting out small sighs of frustration as he pulled at the hem of his t-shirt, doing the occasional sweep with his fingers through his damp hair. He’d grimaced at the way you’d been wrapped in the soft blanket, a sweater pulled over your head, asking you how you weren’t dying in the heat. You were fine though. But he couldn’t take it, so he murmured something about getting something cold and rose up from the couch, shoulders slouched the way they always did when he walked; heading straight to the kitchen.

You’d thought none of it, that is until he returned and plopped down on the couch with a satisfied grin. He unwrapped the ice lolly and popped the treat into his mouth, and that was that. Your thoughts entered forbidden territory and you could feel your jaw slacken as you stared at your best friend since childhood sucking obscenely on the phallic shaped ice cream.

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