please i want to trace my fingers along your perfect jawline

lips of an angel

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“Harry!” She screamed, racing down the stairs trying to create distance between her and the curly headed dork that was hot on her heels. Allowing Harry to raid her lipstick collection was a bad idea, now here she was paying the price for it.

 "Y/N stop! I just wanna give you a kiss!“ He smirked with an evil laugh while she took refuge behind the couch, keeping away from his tinted lips. “This is payback for all the lipstick stains you’ve given me.“ 

 Y/N backed up and, before she knew it, her back collided with the wall as she was trapped in the corner. Harry’s face held a shit eating grin as he approached her slowly. "Every award show.”

 "Haz-“ 

 "Every interview." 

 "This is your shirt-" 

 "Every performance." 

 "Harry it’s fucking Gucci!-” She was cut off by his lips attacking hers, moving down to pepper sloppy kisses down her neck. He continued as she squealed, her hands pinned above her head while he worked his way towards the exposed skin of her chest uncovered by the v-neck. Harry managed to get the pink gloss on the white fabric but he couldn’t care less, her child-like giggles were music to his ears. She was so angelic. 

 "Say mercy.“ He commanded, continuing to tickle her with his soft lips. She remained stubborn, thrashing as she tried to loosen herself from his hold but to no avail. Between her giggles she cried out for mercy, panting heavy as he halted his actions and looked up at her with a smile. 

 "You look like a masterpiece baby.” He spoke, turning her around and pulling the t-shirt down her arm to expose her shoulder. There he planted a warm kiss, causing her body to erupt in goosebumps and a shiver to wave down her spine. That was a weak spot on her body that always reacted to his touch. The feeling of his soft lips against the smooth skin of her shoulder blade was inevitably one of her favorite places his lips have met. 

 She never wanted the mark of his lips to disappear from her skin. She’s always wanted an addition, something to that meant something, something that made her feel something. She thinks of it every night before her eyes shut and mind falls into its dark state. She wanted something permanent, something of him she could forever have on her body, specifically in that area. And now was the perfect opportunity to get a start on that. 

 She turned to face him, stroking his lightly stubbled jaw while holding his soft stare that held all the love and reassurance she needed. “C'mon babe, let’s get this lipstick off.” He nodded and took her hand, leading them up to their shared bedroom. Harry sat on the bed while Y/N grabbed a roll of napkins, taking a sheet before slapping it on his lips causing him to groan.

 "For fucks sake Y/N, aren’t you suppose to rub it off?“ He pouted, watching the smirk on her face grow while she folded the paper and slyly put it in her back pocket. 

 "Just wanted to see your lip mark,” She shrugged away her lie, grabbing another sheet and removing the pigment from his mouth. 

 "Baby, if you really want to see my marks, look in the mirror.“ He gripped her hipbone before standing and walking them both to the full length mirror. Before her was her painted reflection, his lip stains all over her neck and chest. He smirked as he watched her in the mirror, smiling at what he’s done to her body.

 He took his thumb and smoothed over her bottom lip before it dipped down her chin and along her jawline. She closed her eyes at the lustful moment they shared. His large hand traced her neck, his pointer finger and thumb enclosing as it went in between her breasts.

 "God, you’re breathtaking like this baby.” He whispered in her ear, soon placing a small kiss in the spot behind it. She moaned softly as she threw her head back against his shoulder. He shook his head in disapproval. “No pet, I want you to look at yourself.” She whined but obeyed, looking back at the their reflection.

 Harry continued to explore- no- retrace the skin that no one but him was familiar with. Eventually he made his way to scrape over her hipbone, and dip down into her shorts. He gripped her core which was covered by red lace panties that were already soaked. Her breath only increased watching his intense gaze while his fingers haunted over the place she wanted him. 

 "Daddy- please.“ She panted, not wanting to be teased any longer. 

 "Hmm, please what baby girl?” He hummed, wanting to hear how much his girl wanted him. How bad she ached for him. 

 "Touch me, please- fuck.“ She gasped as he applied pressure to her covered clit. He rubbed her through the cloth and watched her expression. Mouth slightly agape while a soft ‘yes’ slipped past, her eyes fluttered at the sensation. His lips attacked her neck, his tongue lapped over a spot sure to leave a trademark. Not to show that she was his property, he never had that mindset. But to show that she has someone who loves and appreciates her, and there was no room for anyone else. 

 He slipped his fingers into her panties and rubbed her hard. She felt hot as his fingers then moved inside her folds. Her walls clenched around his long digits and the sound of her wetness echoed throughout the room. He pumped in and out of her pussy, fingering her hard trying to find her g-spot. When he heard her cry out, he knew he’d found it. 

 "P-please darling, I can’t take it anymore.” She begged, moans escaping the plump lips he was dying to devour. “I need your cock in me, now. I need it hard.”

 That flipped a switch in him. He turned her over and smashed their lips together. His hands fiddled with the v-neck of the t-shirt she was wearing, gripping both sides before splitting the shirt in half, ripping it off her body. She gasped, her eyes widened at his eagerness. He was so fucking sexy and she couldn’t get enough. His eyes trailed down her chest that was covered in a red lace bralette, tits sticking out as an invitation for his palms.

 Her lips attached themselves to his swallow tattoos, tongue outlining the ink. His head tilted up towards the ceiling as he continued to let her work her magic. She continued to trail her tongue down south, her nose pressed against his hard stomach. Her hands fumbled with his zipper, pulling it down and popping the button of his pants open. He helped her pull them down and off his legs then threw his black tee off and into the corner. She wanted so desperately to tease him like he had her, but she couldn’t help it. Not taking him in her mouth now was like finally receiving the candy you’ve been craving for, but not taking a bite.

 Her hands pull the elastic of his boxers down, allowing his thick member to spring out and against his stomach. She moaned at the sight, taking it within her hand and giving it a few pumps before enclosing her mouth around the tip. Harry’s hand held the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as she moved further up his cock. He twitched in her mouth, lips forming an ‘O’ shape as Y/N worked him in her mouth. He hit the back of her throat and she gagged, but continued to work him through until he orgasmed. 

 "Fuck, that’s it baby. Y/N- oh God, I’m coming.“ He moaned loudly, fucking her mouth until he came. His cock pulled out of her mouth as she released it with a ‘pop’ sound from her lips. She swallowed what he released in her mouth, a bit trickling down her chin. Harry brought his thumb, wiping it up and to her lips where she licked the last drop. He smirked down at her before she stood up. 

 He gripped her ass tightly, attacking her lips not bothered in the least that she had just gave him head. His hands slide down until they were on her upper thighs. "Jump,” he commanded and she did so, her wet core pressed up against his navel. Harry walked over to the bed, placing her onto it and placing himself in between her legs. 

 He looked down at the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, and that sexy smile on her face encouraged him to pound into her, not wasting a second. Her back arched and a loud moan left her lips. She was so wet around him that he was already hard again. 

 "Fuck princess, I forget how tight you are,“ he groans, rocking their hips together. She wraps her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his back to encourage him.

 "Harder, fuck me harder. I want you to ruin me daddy.” She cooed, gripping his hair tightly while he growled at her, she truly was his vixen. 

 He pulled out of her, and as she was about to whine at the loss of contact, there he was again; slamming into her harder and his pace increasing. She threw her head back, his lips nipping her skin while he continued to fuck her the way she wanted. 

 "You want it harder baby? You want me to tear this pussy up?“ His voice was so seductive and movements so euphoric she couldn’t piece together a coherent sentence. All she could do was let out a long moan, focusing on her clenching walls and his thick, long cock that was fucking her senseless.

 He slapped her ass harshly, needing to hear her speak. "Answer daddy, princess. Do you want me to stop?” He proved his point by slowing down, watching her face skew up and a frown form on her lips. “Or, would you rather me not allow you to come? Huh princess?” She cried, gripping onto his biceps tightly and shaking her head. 

 "No please- daddy I need you so bad. Let me come around you, I want you to feel me come around your cock.“ Satisfied with her response, Harry held her down tightly and fucked her hard until she came undone, releasing around him as he followed suit.

 They both took a moment to relax, allowing them to catch their breaths and for their pulses to return to a normal pace. With a lazy grin on his face, Harry pulled Y/N to his chest, kissing her shoulder blade tenderly and spooning her in his arms. She sighed contently at the soft gesture, closing her eyes in need of a good nights rest after such steamy sex. 

 "I wish I could just stay home with you all day tomorrow.” He pouted, hating the fact that he couldn’t stay home to take care of his girl who probably wouldn’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.

 "You’re going to the studio to meet with Jeff?“ He nodded. She was upset about this, but then realized that it was her opportunity to get what she desperately wanted done. If Harry wasn’t home it would run all the more smoothly.

 "Don’t worry about me baby, I’ll be fine.” Y/N reassured him with a yawn and a subtle smirk on her lips.


 "Bye baby, I’ll see you later on tonight.“ Harry said before kissing her temple and walking out the door. Y/N smiled, quickly grabbing her phone to make a much needed phone call. 

 "Hello… hey Mark! I need you to make me an appointment for 3 o'clock, I wanna get something done… no Harry doesn’t know, it’ll be a surprise… alrighty, see you then!” As the call ended she squealed to herself, not being able to hold back her excitement. She only prayed that Harry would be just as happy about it as she was.    


 "Y/N!“ Mark smiled, taking her into a big hug. Mark was one of Harry’s mates and not to mention one of the only people who Harry ever let put a needle on his skin. If Harry trusted him, she could too. "So what’s the design, got anything in mind or do you want me to pick something?” He joked, getting out the necessary equipment in order to get the job done. 

 She pulled out the napkin from her back pocket, hoping she didn’t look like a fool as she handed it over to Mark. He simply smiled, taking the napkin out of her hand and looking at her with raised eyebrow. “You want every detail to be the exact as the print on this napkin?” He questioned not in a sarcastic way, more of in an questionable manner. 

 "I-I mean, if it’s possible? I really want it to be-“ 

 "I know Y/N, no worries, it’ll be exactly how you want it.” The tatted man walked over to a machine and sat down. He took the napkin and placed it under a glass panel before flicking a light on, then beginning to trace the design. 

 After about 15 minutes, Mark had gotten the design to an identical. Although within the details, Y/N spotted something Mark had added, and it made her love the design even more. He turned off the tracing projector and turned back to the anxious girl. “You ready Y/N?" 

 With a deep breath Y/N nodded, walking over to the chair surrounded by machines and needles. She was nervous, but she had a mild resistance to pain, so she thought it wouldn’t be too bad. 

 Y/N wore an off the shoulder top to make things easier and less awkward for both of their sake. Mark sanitized the area of her shoulder blade before checking the fluids. He stamped the design on the clean area and peeled the paper off, throwing it in the bin. After dipping his needle into the black ink, the fun part began.


 Mark had given her a list of things to do in order to prevent the tat from getting infected. If she had any questions, she quotes directly from Mark, "don’t fucking ask that wanker for tips, he’s careless.” 

 Y/N has had the bandage on for about 4 hours now. She was going to wait for Harry to get home before unfolding. It felt like the best decision of her life, and she was over the moon about finally being able to show the person who inspired it. 

 While Y/N sat on the couch watching reruns of Friends, the front door opened and closed. The familiar sound of Harry effortlessly taking his shoes off echoed throughout the house before he stalked over to the couch and crashed on top of her. She giggled, running her fingers through his hair that rested in her lap.

 "Hello darling,“ she smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. Harry groaned, turning his body and wrapping his arms around her waist while he nuzzled his face into her stomach. 

 "I missed you pet. What’d ya do while I was gone?” He asked cluelessly, wondering how her day went. She tried to hold back her smile but failed, she was a shit liar. 

 "Uhm- just got something done.“ Harry turned his face to look up at her, his eyebrows furrowing as he examined her face. 

 "Did you get like, lip injections or something? I mean if you did that’s cool- but no matter what you’re still beautiful to me and-” She cut him off by putting her hand over his mouth, laughing lightly. 

 "No Harry, bloody hell my lips look the same as always!“ She pointed out his dumb accusation with light humor. He pouted, giving her a confused look. 

 "What do you mean by got something done then, princess?" 

 "Well-” She was cut off her phone that dinged with a notification. Harry reached over on the table to hand it to her but, before he did, his eyes caught a glimpse at the message she received. 

 'Hi Y/N, it should be time to take that bandage off. Make sure you clean it well and apply ointment to the area. Hope you like your new tat x.’

 "New tat?“ Harry choked out before sitting up right, his eyes widening at this message he just read. He looked back at his girlfriend, a shy smile rested on her lips. 

 "I wasn’t lying a few months back when I said I wanted one on my shoulder.” Y/N admitted, looking down at her hands. “But I wanted something that had a piece of you in it. You know my weakness is when you kiss my shoulder, the feeling of your lips on that spot always soothes me.” She turned around, moving her hair to the side, exposing the ink that was wrapped up. 

 His mouth was slightly opened, not believing that the only other ornament to her body was something he inspired. He didn’t know what to say, so he remained silent, taking the bandage off and tracing the design with his eyes.

 "The napkin with your lip mark, I gave that fucking napkin to Mark with no regrets and told him to make it happen. And he did.“ 

 Harry was speechless, it was like what he was hearing wasn’t real. He didn’t think anyone like her was real, she was too precious, too innocent. As he examined that tattoo his eyes caught something he knew wasn’t a simple coincidence. 

 The letter H was carved as a lip line on the bottom lip, not so much that you would catch it with a simple glance but enough that you could tell it was definitely there. 

 "Do you like it Haz?” Y/N finally turned back to look at the love of her life. The most heart warming smile rested on his pink lips and his eyes were glossy with tears. He felt as though his heart may burst from all the love he held for her at that very moment. His lips attacked hers, hands cupping her soft cheeks while tears ran down his own and he smiled into the kiss. 

 He pulled away and looked back at her. The love of his life, his guardian angel, his future wife. “Like it? I fucking love it. And I love you, with all my heart Y/N- fuck I wish I could explain this feeling to you. It compliments you so well, baby.” Harry grinned, the light shining into his eyes brightening them to a pale green shade. They sparkled as he stared back at her. 

 ”You compliment me so well.“ She confessed softly while looking back into the eyes of her world. Now she would forever have a kiss from her guardian angel to accompany the spot where the other angel would rest.

The Unspoken Game

A/N: So like said before I wasn’t ever going to post this because this was orginally for Chloe who’s been a little ran down lately. So no judgements ! This is a Thomas fic WHO I’VE NEVER WRITTEN ABOUT EVER ! BE PROUD OF ME LOL ! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I know that Chloe did !

Dedicated to: @writing-obrien

Warning: God, the smut tho. I’m just be warned.

Word count: 2714

Originally posted by space-ing-out

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Feelin’ It (Hoseok/Reader)

Summary: “I- I really want to watch you touch yourself.”

Genre: Smut

Words: 1090

Author:  Admin Meyg

A/N: It’s officially 1:17 AM on my Birthday, so here’s a drabble!

Originally posted by notjhope

It was a typical night in watching reruns of ‘Once Upon A Time’, laughing over twitter posts, and eating junk food. Hoseok had been acting peculiar as each time he would laugh it seemed slightly forced. You caught him staring at you, then turn away like a high schooler caught stealing glances at his crush.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a little fic of some sort with Noctis' sister dating Ignis and ignis proposing, and it being a big deal in the kingdom with their beloved princess getting married, maybe nsfw? Of course you do what cha want with this request if you choose to write anything like this, anyway thanks for your time, love your work, you're a very talented writer!

Underdressed

Ignis x fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,789
NSFW

Have I ever mentioned how the “Noct’s older sister” trope is one of my favourites when it comes to FFXV fics? I love love love it. So here is some fluff and a touch of smut, but also some feelings because I love writing tender moments. 

Tagging some friends! @iinkpools @chocobro-daydreams @ladyscientia <3 Enjoy!

When Ignis had invited you over to his apartment for dinner, you thought nothing of it. He cooked for you all the time, always had a new recipe that he wanted you to try, so you went over to his apartment after a council meeting with your father.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you rode the elevator up. It was from your younger brother, Noctis. You checked it and quirked an eyebrow. All he had sent was a photo of him and Prompto, exaggeratedly winking at the camera. You rolled your eyes and put your phone back into your purse and walked out of the elevator once it had reached Ignis’ floor.

You knocked on the door and when Ignis opened it, you saw that he was dressed in a suit. You glanced down at your clothes, an ordinary black asymmetrical top and ripped up jeans, and then back to his formal attire.

“Something tells me I’m underdressed.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you maybe write something about what Alex was actually doing during that knife throwing practice (aka with maggie because we all know that's what was actually happening)?

Maggie tends to have odd hours.

Part of her odd hours?

Thursday mornings off.

J’onn knows, when Alex mutters something about Thursday morning knife training.

Winn knows, when Alex walks away with that gleam in her eye.

Kara doesn’t know, and if she did, she’d wish she didn’t.

Because Alex is grabbing her helmet and ignoring Vasquez’s knowing smirk and she’s speeding her Ducati to Maggie’s apartment, and she’s letting herself in and she’s grinning because her girlfriend is still in one of Alex’s tank tops and boxers, and, gloriously, nothing else.

“Danvers!” she greets, her dimples shining along with her eyes.

“Know what happens when crime is slow in National City?” Alex asks by way of greeting as she strolls across the studio to take Maggie into her arms.

“Mmmm, you get bored and decided your girlfriend could be adequate entertainment?“

She arches up on her tip toes and kisses Alex softly, but with promise, with a question, and Alex answers with parted lips and an exploring tongue. Maggie swoons and Alex holds her and nearly swoons herself.

“Something like that.”

“That’s a tall order, Danvers. Keeping you entertained.”

“Well I didn’t say the burden would be all on you. I could uh… keep you entertained too, you know.”

“Oh, could you?”

“Mmhmm.”

They’re talking between kisses, between breaths, between eager hands running over each other’s bodies like they hadn’t only parted a few hours before, and Maggie giggles when Alex’s fingers skim over that pesky part of her side that is always, eternally, ticklish.

“I want you,” Maggie breathes into Alex’s lips, her own turned up into a smile, and Alex moans into her mouth.

“Do you now?”

“Danvers.”

“Sawyer.”

“If I said I want you, it means I want you.”

Alex grins at Maggie’s need, at Maggie’s openness, at her grinning vulnerability, at her trust.

“You have me, Maggie. You have me.”

So she lifts her up, right under the thighs, and Maggie wraps her legs around Alex’s waist eagerly, their bodies pressing together as Alex kisses her, as Maggie whimpers and pants in anticipation, as Alex lays them both down on Maggie’s bed.

“You sure, babe? You don’t have to, just because I came home – ”

“Alex Danvers, I want you to cum all over my thigh, and then I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember my own name. Think you can do that for me? I mean, if you want – ”

Alex pffts. “If I want,” she growls, grinning as she leans down to kiss Maggie slow, soft, sensual.

“Is it okay if I take my time? Before I cum all over your thigh and fuck you senseless?”

“Alex,” Maggie just breathes, her hips arching up of their own accord, and Alex grins deeper.

She kisses her mouth and she kisses her cheek. She kisses her eyelids and she kisses her temples. Her eyebrows and the bridge of her nose, and her jawline and her earlobes – which has Maggie whimpering and panting and writhing – and her throat and her collarbone. She takes her time undressing Maggie, takes her time undressing herself.

“You don’t have to go back into work, babe?”

Alex chuckles. “Thursday morning knife training.”

“Oh, is that what I am?”

“Oh, Maggie. You are so much better than that.”

“Coming from you, that’s high praise, Danvers.”

“Want high praise? Spread your legs for me, Sawyer.”

“Alex,” Maggie gasps.

“Only if you want. I’m sorry, was that okay – ”

“Yes, Alex, god, yes,” Maggie says, complying with her request, and Alex moans as she trails kisses down Maggie’s chest, paying special attention to her nipples, to that sensitive spot right under her navel.

She pauses when her lips are just above Maggie’s curls.

“I know going down on you wasn’t on your agenda, but um… do you want me to? Because if you do, I’d like that. A lot.”

“As part of your training?” Maggie husks, her voice thick with humor, thick with raw desire, raw need.

“Well, it’s a certain kind of training, isn’t it?”

“You want to? You sure?”

“Oh god, yes.”

“Then please, Alex. Please?”

Alex obliges, and moans into Maggie’s clit when she lowers her tongue to taste her, when she parts her curls with her fingers and traces her tongue through her wetness, paying close, close attention to Maggie’s rhythms, her sounds, the ways her fingers tighten in Alex’s hair, the ways her hips arch up, the way she whimpers “god, Alex, just like that, fuck, yes, please please please,” and Alex grinds her own hips into the sheets because god does Maggie taste incredible and fuck, fuck, fuck she never imagined going down on someone could be this hot.

But then Maggie is tapping her open palm, their safe gesture for stopping, and Alex stops immediately, her eyes wide with concern, but Maggie’s shaking her head and grinning.

“I love cumming in your mouth, Danvers, but that’s not what I want right now. Flip over for me? If you want?”

And god, does she.

So she rolls over, wiping her mouth on her bare shoulder as she does, and spreads her legs obediently, excitedly, and Maggie eagerly kisses Alex’s mouth, moaning at the taste of herself on her girlfriend’s lips, moaning at how wet Alex is when she asks if she can slip her thigh between Alex’s legs and Alex is yes, yes, yes, Maggie, please, fuck, please.

“You wanna be a good girl for me and cum all over my thigh, Agent Danvers?” Maggie asks, and the words alone could make Alex cum as she slams her hips up, up, down, down, desperate for friction, desperate for pressure, and Maggie gives it to her hard, and Maggie provides it for her perfect, one of her hands bracing herself up on the mattress, the other resting as a pillow underneath Alex’s head, and it’s that, even more than the dirty talk – that protectiveness, that care, that thoughtfulness – that send Alex over the edge, that send her nails running down Maggie’s back, that send her screaming Maggie’s name as she sees stars, stars, supernovae, stars.

Maggie smiles and starts to cuddle Alex close, but Alex shakes her head, and Alex asks with her eyes if she can push Maggie onto her back, and Maggie nods wordlessly.

“You said something earlier about wanting to make me cum all over you, and then you wanted me to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. Can I do that for you, Maggie? Do you still want that? Because we don’t have to – ”

“Why are you still talking, Danvers?”

So Alex grins and Alex leans down for a crushing, gentle, passionate, tender kiss, slipping her hand between Maggie’s legs, asking her once, twice, three more times if this is what she wants before slipping one, two, three fingers deep, deep inside her. Maggie moans and writhes and grabs at Alex’s hips and tries to keep from screaming Alex’s name.

Tries, and fails.

“Deeper Alex, please,” she whines, and Alex moans, and Alex obliges, making sure her palm stays right on Maggie’s clit, giving her all the pressure she needs as she arches her fingers inside Maggie’s body, working her up as much as she can handle, as much as either of them can handle, because god she loves feeling her fingers stretch Maggie out, loves feeling Maggie come completely undone beneath her, loves watching Maggie whimper and whine and gasp and scream and writhe, because it’s all from pleasure, all from ecstasy, all from Alex, Alex, Alex.

Maggie cums hard and she cums loud, just as Alex’s phone starts buzzing, just as Alex is being called back into work.

“Decent timing then, huh Danvers?” Maggie rasps, and Alex kisses her face, kisses her lips, kisses her forehead, kisses her hair.

“Never decent timing to leave you, babe,” Alex romances, and Maggie would swoon if she were standing up, if she had any coordination at all.

“What are you doing?” Maggie asks, bewildered as Alex pulls her into a close snuggle.

“It’s not an emergency. They can wait for a few extra minutes – I’m not gonna leave you all naked and sweaty with no cuddles to be had.”

“Aw, Danvers, are you getting soft on me?”

“Pfft, no.”

“Don’t worry, babe. I won’t tell your secret. I promise.”

the heir – pt. 5

Group : BTS

Member : Park Jimin

Word Count :  5,955

Description : It has been eight years, long enough for you to forget about him. But seeing your son everyday, who is almost a duplication of him, always brings back the painful memories of how the only one you had ever loved had died eight years ago. Killed by the police for being a criminal who had broken into a bank and kidnapped a hostage.

A/N : I finally did it! I finished part 5 after three days of sleepless nights! YAy me. *laughs maniacally while clutching to cup of coffee* 

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“Is she awake yet?,” Jimin asked, his brows pulled together as he pinched his own lips.

It had been an hour since you passed out and you hadn’t showed any signs of recovery yet. Even when the doctor had assured him that you were fine, Jimin refused to leave you alone until you roused from this unconscious state. At this moment, he needed you to stay strong and he needed you to stay strong himself. 

“No, Sir. But she will soon, I promise,” replied his doctor. He couldn’t do much, except for giving you an IV and wait until you wake up, but no matter how many times he had told Jimin not to worry, your worried boyfriend would march in every fifteen minutes, asking the same question again. 

Jimin ran his hand through his hair with a sigh. “Call me immediately when she’s awake, okay?” When receiving a slight nod from the doctor, he stormed out of the room again. 

The moment you collapsed to the ground, Jimin’s heart sunk with you and almost stopped when you wouldn’t wake up. He would have lost his mind if it weren’t for his servants that acted fast and called the doctor while trying to keep Jimin away from the edge of hysteria. 

As much as he wanted to stay by your bedside, he had to find your son, as soon as possible. He was determined to find him before you wake up, even if he meant to engage every of his servants.

But… where was that kid? Could he have run off to the street and gotten lost - or just hid somewhere in the house where nobody would find him? But then the cameras would have seen him wandering around.

Jimin shook his head. Screw the cameras. 

They couldn’t catch his grandparents’ assassins, then they surely won’t be able to catch a little kid. So there was only one last option left.

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Unexpected Arrival: One Shot Request

Pairings: T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: SMUT! Fluff

Word Count: 1398

Request: This is a request from an anonymous fan, “I dont know of you do things about T'Challa but if you do can you do a smutty/ fluffy thing about him and his girl doesn’t think he does Valentines Day and it’s their first one together so she wants to surprise him in lace or lingerie when he comes home but he ends up surprising her as well by coming home early and with a date night and it ends in smut/ fluff.”

Authors Note: I do do a little bit of T’Challa and here it is, all smutty and fluffy for Vday. I’m also halfway in on a magnum of wine so if there are errors, I’m sorry, I tried to edit haha. Hope you like it anon! Please let me know, Happy Valentines day my love. 

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You look at yourself in the mirror, admiring the way the black lace hugs your every curve, the soft lace causing goose bumps to rise on your skin as you cock your hips back and forth, appreciating your own figure.  

“Perfect” you sneer as you lean forward to blow a kiss to the mirror, your scarlet lips looking deliciously full. You hear the beep of the oven and quickly snag your robe from the vanity chair as you race out the room, your heels causing you to slow up before stepping down the small flight of stairs between the bedroom and kitchen.

You pull out the two steaks from the oven and turn them over, placing them back in as you quickly turn off the stove underneath the potatoes. This was your first valentine’s day with T’Challa since you two had started dating and you wanted to make it special.

He had been working round the clock the past 2 weeks and you had barely spoken to him, let alone seen him. But tonight, he would be landing at the airport in a few minutes and home in an hour.

You moved to the fridge to get the heavy whipping cream to make the mash potatoes, you bent low, your short robe riding up to show off your perfect ass, barely covered by the sparse lace fabric.

You reach for the cream as you hear a loud thump behind you. You straighten up rapidly, whipping round as you accidentally drop the cream, cursing as it splatters all over the floor splashing up onto your exposed legs and robe.

“T’Challa!” You sputter in surprise, your eyes falling on your beautiful boyfriend, his suitcase firmly landing on the floor, his jaw pulled down with it. “I… I thought you were… You’re early!” You speak quickly, your heels clicking across the tile floor as you move to get paper towel.

T’Challa watches you his jaw slowly closing as his lips pull together, his tongue dragging softly across them as he watches the short hem of your robe graze against your upper thigh, his mind racing with the peak he just got of what was underneath.

You pull a bunch of paper towels as T’Challa moves forward, sliding to his knees as he takes the towels out of your hands and begins cleaning, shaking his head silently as you move to help. “A washcloth,” He mutters, motioning towards the sink, “Get a warm washcloth.”

You allow him to clean up the splattered cream on the floor as you move to the sink, pulling a dish towel and wetting it with warm water. You turn quickly, stumbling slightly as you find T’Challa standing right in front of you, his hand moving quickly to your hair as his fingers tense against your scalp, his lips meeting yours in a breathtaking kiss.

He pulls away slowly, pulling on your lower lip with his teeth as his hand glides up your arm to pull the washcloth from your hand. His lips move persistently, tracing down your neck, nipping gently at your jawline before moving down to your chest.

Your hand grips gently against his hair egging him onward, you allow his hips to push you backwards against the sink, a soft moan escaping from your lips as his hand slides from your hair down your torso, coming to rest in a firm grip on your ass.

His lips move downwards, trailing between your breasts as he kneels, before you, undoing the tie of your robe and pushing the silk fabric to the side.

He leans back onto his heels, his hand digging into your ass as his eyes rake up and down your scantily clad appearance. You blush slightly under his gaze, as he smirks up to you. “My love, sweetness of my life… What a beauty you are.” He speaks in a low gravelly voice, his pupils blown wide with lust as he moves his hand down to your feet, using the washcloth to clean the splattered cream from your shoes.

His hand glides tenderly over your skin, wiping the cream from your soft legs, his other hand sliding down your thigh, his gentle fingers grazing the inside of your thigh, causing a heat to pulse in between your legs at his touch, as your head swims slightly.

His breath ghosts across your skin as he whispers, his lips tracing delicately up your legs, “I had thought to come home and surprise you… I had made reservations for dinner…” His eyes flash up to you as he kneels in front of you, “If it’s quite alright with you…” his lips press along the inside of your thigh, leaving light kisses across the inside of your hips.

“I think we might let those reservations go…” He growls, his hot breath penetrating the lace fabric and making your clit throb with wanting. You moan as you twist before him, opening your legs, begging him to cease his teasing.

He smirks up at you, as you nod feverishly, agreeing to his suggestion. Without hesitation T’Challa responds, his hands moving feverishly to the top of your panties, pulling them fervently down your hips, helping you to step quickly out of them as he pushes your hips back against the counter, gripping your thigh to pull your leg upwards, resting it on his shoulder, opening your core to him.

You gasp as his tongue makes contact with your clit, his face burrowing against your core, eliciting deep moans to pull from you at his contact. Your hips buck forward gently, egging his tongue to continue its divine work as your skin electrifies beneath his touch.

His hand slides back up to grip your ass, holding you steady against his mouth as he quickens his movements, his mouth moving against you as your breathing speeds up. His other hand slides up between your legs, skirting underneath his jaw to aid his tongue, his fingers slipping swiftly into your wet slit.

You moan headily at the contact, his fingers curling perfectly in exactly the way you needed, his tongue complimenting every thrust and twitch of his digits as you thrust against him.

Within moments he has your head rolling back as your orgasm tips over the edge, your leg beginning to buckle beneath you as most of your weight falls onto your arms, your hands fervently clutching the counter as T’Challa’s hands grip onto your hips, helping you to sink down to your knees in front of him.

“I… I need to lie down.” You gasp, your head still reeling from your orgasm. He laughs softly, his arms wrapping lovingly around you as his lips kiss gently along your forehead and down the side of your face to you lips.

He softly pulls you down to the ground beside him, bringing you to rest against him on the kitchen floor, the cold tile feeling refreshing against your hot skin as your breathing begins to steady.  

You smile stupidly, his fingers tracing up and down your back, causing goose bumps to erupt once more on your skin as you curl into his neck, peppering him gently with kisses. “Happy Valentine’s day darling, I’m so glad you came home early.” You whisper, giggling slightly as your lips trace a gentle line along his collar.

“If I had known this is what I’d be coming home to, I would have been home yesterday.” He smirks down at you his lips kissing your forehead gently, as you smile and curl into him more. “Well I’m glad you’re home now” You smile wildly as his arms wrap tighter around you, his hips rolling gently as he positions himself on top of you, his lips making contact with yours once more.

“I am… and I can’t wait to spend this entire night worshipping every last inch of you.” He whispers, his lips brushing against your ear as his hot breath causes another shiver to roll down your spine. “I can hardly wait… this is already a perfect valentine’s day!” You smile, your fingers flitting softly along his neck, pulling him back up to your lips once more.

“Oh my love… it is only going to get better.” He growls, as he kneels up in front of you, his hand pulling roughly at his belt, as he stares down at you, pupils blown wide with lust, “Just you wait.”


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anonymous asked:

Sorry for the confusion on the request I made for the Prompto x Reader in the tent! Same scenario that the Iggy x Reader was in, where they had to be quiet when they got funky so they wouldn't wake the others xD Haha, I'm a perv... Thank you! Your writing is amazing <3

No, it’s no problem! Thank you so much for requesting, I’m so happy you like my stuff! ☺❤ I hope this is satisfactory! ☺ (excuse me while I go fan my face!) 

Prompto x Reader - sex in the tent. 
WC: 2223

HEAVY NSFW BELOW!

It was quiet in the tent, the only sounds were the soft breathing coming from three boys fast asleep in their sleeping bags, and the quiet hushed whispers of you and your boyfriend Prompto. It was often that you two were the last to go to sleep, and you were pretty sure the rest of the group were used to your hushed whispers by now.

And it was also the reason they put the both of you in the same sleeping bag, as far away from them as the little tent would allow. You had pretended to be annoyed by this, but was actually thankful for it when the night came. It was like you and Prompto had your own little private corner of the tent, which is where you were laid now.

Prompto’s eyes went wide.

“Wow, just like that… damn [Name], that’s so good.”

“It is?” You bit your lip, pleased with his praise.

“Yeah, you should do it like that more often.”

“Hmm, maybe I will.”

“You really should. Hey, who knew that you’d be so good at King’s Knight?” Prompto marvelled, his chin on your shoulder as he watched you kick ass on your tiny mobile screen in awe. He had finally convinced you to start playing it, and to both of your surprise you were really good at it, especially the fighting element.

“Pfft, I knew, obviously. Why do you think I didn’t play it for so long? Just to spare the rest of you the pain of my skills.” You grinned at your boyfriend, who rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out. He was secretly so proud of you though, and it made a nice change to see someone give Noctis a run for his money. Even if that did mean he lost to you often, like earlier that day.

“I think that’s enough for tonight though, everyone else went to sleep hours ago.” You tapped the screen to close the game and locked your phone before putting it away, the absence of the glow making it suddenly seem really dark in the tent.

Prompto yawned and stretched in your shared sleeping bag, snuggling down under the covers.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He mumbled, pulling you close so your head laid on his arm, his hand resting on your shoulder. He was so warm, and so cuddly. You enjoyed the nights with Prompto, feeling safe and loved in his arms. He felt the same about you, his free hand stroking up and down your arm, lightly tracing his fingers along your skin. Little goosebumps rose on your skin at his light touches, and you snuggled in closer to him for warmth. Prompto stifled a chuckle. She was so cute. And he still couldn’t get over the fact she was all his. She loved him, took an interest in his hobbies, looked after him in battle, confided in him, and best of all made him feel worth something.

“I am so lucky…” He breathed, his blue eyes watching her peaceful face. Her eyelids fluttered shut, her soft cheeks, the hair framing her face, her delicate lips slightly parted as she breathed softly.

He loved her so much.

Before he could stop himself, he’d leaned forward to kiss her. As their lips touched her eyes opened wide again, shocked at the surprise contact. But soon she was kissing him back, running her tongue along his bottom lip in the way that he liked, her fingers gripping at his hip, running through his hair…

He broke away, panting from the heated make out session. You smiled coyly at him, no longer tired.

“What was that for?”

By now Prompto’s actions had caught up to his brain, causing him to blush at his forwardness. His fingers played with your hair nervously, as the red deepened and spread across his cute freckled face. His sapphire eyes couldn’t keep their gaze as he answered you.

“I don’t know it’s just… you look so cute laid there and I just… I really wanted to kiss you.”

You ran a hand through his blonde hair, struggling not to giggle. He was adorable when he was flushed, and his words had really made you smile.

“Kiss me then.” You told him, his blue eyes finally meeting your gaze.

She is so beautiful

He gulped – and then brought your lips to his once more, his mouth open and hungry for your kisses. His fingers wound into your hair, holding you to him while his free hand rested on the small of your back. He let his tongue slip into your hot mouth, running along yours as he groaned softly at the contact. Eagerly you pushed yourself flush against his body, earning another moan of satisfaction. It was a heady feeling, hearing his whines of appreciation and you wanted more. Through two pairs of underwear you could feel Prompto’s growing arousal – he wanted you so badly. He was getting so worked up at your kissing, at the feeling of your body wrapped in his arms, pushed against his own. It made you feel alive.

You decided to crank the teasing up a notch and rock your hips into his. His fingers tightened in your hair as he moaned right into your mouth, his hips thrusting back into yours automatically, searching for any kind of friction.

“A..Ah…” He broke the kiss once more his forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavily. His eyes searched for yours, and you could see the lust reflected in them.

“[Name], we… I mean, you want to do this here?” He whispered, referring to the soft snores coming from the rest of the tent. It was a hard choice – you wanted him badly, and he definitely wanted you. But Prompto… he wasn’t the best at keeping quiet during intimate times. But as one hand brushed over the skin of your waist, and you looked at his needy, lustful face, you knew you couldn’t refuse. You had to have him.

“I have no objections.” You told him, watching with delight as his eyes widened and his teeth bit his bottom lip.

Holy fuck.

He could barely contain himself. He needed her so badly, wanted her right freaking now, and here she was offering herself to him. Fuck. He felt the painful throbbing of his arousal, straining against the fabric of his underwear and he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her.

To hell with the guys!

He sealed his lips around your collar bone, kissing and sucking at your skin, creating a trail from your throat along your jawline up until he reached your ear.

“You’re such a bad girl.” He whispered, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.

“Mmhmm, I know.” You smiled and trailed one hand along his perfect chest, down his stomach until you reached his cock. Smiling, you palmed him through the thin fabric, watching as his eyes rolled back and closed, his hips thrusting into your touch.

“Shit, [Name]!” He hissed and rocked into your every stroke. The boy was like putty in your hands, completely receptive to your every touch.

“Prom, you have to keep it down.” You hushed, and kissed at his neck. You loved how loud he was, but right now was not the best time for that.

“S-sorry, please don’t stop…” He whined, the want in his voice so clear and so delicious. The hand on the small of your back drifted downwards, his fingers dipping into your underwear to cup your ass.

“Gods Prom, I’ve been wanting you for ages.” You whispered in his ear, achieving the desired reaction of a soft moan and a swift squeeze of your ass. You knew he loved it when you told him exactly how much you wanted him, and you could feel his cock twitch at your words.

“I’ve been thinking about that time you dragged me away from camp and pinned me against a tree, how your cock filled me up…”

Holy fucking hell. It took all Prompto had not to blow his load right there and then. That would have been embarrassing, but he loved it so much when you poured your sinful words right down his ear. Why were you so good at it? His thrusts became more desperate, wanting to feel your hands on him so bad, spurred on by your words.

Please…” His beg came out almost as a strangled cry, but you understood immediately what he wanted. And so you granted him it, ducking under the covers to pull his underwear down to his ankles, freeing his erection. Instead of coming back up, you stayed under the covers, frustrating Prompto.

“[Name]? Are you ok- oh my god!” Prompto threw his head back into his pillow, his eyes squeezing shut at the feel of your tongue sliding all the way up from the bottom of his shaft to his tip. His heart was racing, his breathing quick as the pleasure rolled over him.

She’s going to be the death of me.

“Prom, shhh!” You warned him again, listening for any signs of stirring from the boys. Luckily there were none.

“I’m sorry! You’re just so fucking good with your mouth.” He panted, his fingers gripping at the sleeping bag. Pleased, you opened your mouth and took him in again, loving the feel of him writhing beneath you, swirling your tongue along his cock.

Fuck.” He hissed as you bobbed your head up and down his length. Teasingly, you let go with a soft pop, looking up at Prompto as he looked down at you, lifting the covers to see you. His blue eyes were hooded with lust, his cheeks flushed. His lips were parted as he breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. His blonde hair was a ruffled mess from where you had touched it… he looked divine.

“I want you.” He whispered, his hands reaching for your shoulders to pull you up and out of the covers. You were driving him crazy, and he couldn’t take it much longer.

“I want you now.” His hands were ridding you of your underwear before you could say anything, causing you to gasp now. It was so forward and rarely was Prompto ever so dominating, but when he was… a spiral of pleasure shot straight down to your core. It was the hottest thing.

Gentle hands pushed you back against the pillows as Prompto rolled on top of you, looking down at you with a smile.

“I really want you [Name].”

“I’m all yours.” You told him, loving how his face lit up at the words. In no time Prompto was aligning himself with you, teasingly rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance. You moaned softly at the contact, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He thrust forward into you, relishing the feel as he filled you up.

“Fuck, Prompto.” It was your turn to gasp, and he couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction.

“Put your legs around me.” You did as he asked and he closed the space between you, leaning down so his chest covered yours, drawing your lips in for another kiss as he drew back his hips and thrust into you. He ate all your whimpers and moans as he kissed you, rocking in and out of you at a slow pace. He loved to be close to you like this as he fucked you, loved to feel every inch of your body he could pressed against his.

God he just loved her.

“Prom…” She whimpered, and he sped up his pace, sliding in and out of her with ease. His kisses were urgent, desperate, matching his thrusts. Her fingers wound in his soft blonde hair, eager to find purchase. Soon your hips were meeting up with his, and both of you had long since forgotten to be extra quiet.

“Prom, you’re going to make me come.” She uttered, her lustful voice sending him over the edge.

“Me… too…” He breathed, his blue eyes watching you eagerly as you unravelled beneath him, biting your hand to stop yourself from calling his name. The sight of you coming around him with pure pleasure proved too much, and he followed with his own orgasm, his last few desperate thrusts riding it out as he buried his face in your neck.

He finally collapsed on top of you, easing out of you and laying back down by your side. Both of you were silent for a while, catching your breath and slowing your heart rate, staring up at the quiet tent ceiling.

“I’m seeing stars.” Prompto whispered after a while, making you giggle and cuddle him close.

“You’re not so bad yourself you know.”

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Do you think the others heard?” Both of you froze for a second to listen, but upon hearing the still steady snoring, relaxed.

“I don’t know how they didn’t, you were pretty loud.” You teased your boyfriend, who as predicted, turned beetroot red.

“M-me? What about you miss dirty talk.” He accused.

“Fine, I won’t do it anymore.”

“Well, l-let’s not be hasty…”

You laughed again, and Prompto brought you in close for another cuddle. He kissed you on your forehead, before whispering in your ear again.

“I love you [Name].”

“I love you too Prompto.”

Words, Words, Words
Characters: Castiel X Reader

Word Count: 2017 (Hey, what do you know, Happy New Year!)

A/N: One-shot, smut warning. The reader shows Cas a thing or two about a thing or two. Smut after the cut. NSFW. Did I mention smut? And always with the fluff.

“Cas!” The unexpected subtle movement of a figure in the doorway caught your eye, drawing your attention from your book, a smile instantly alighting your lips and eyes. Jumping from the couch, bounding across the room in three strides, you leapt into his open embrace.

“Y/N,” strong arms wound around your waist, gliding up your back to tangle into your hair, the momentum of your enthusiastic greeting swinging you both around as he lifted your feet to dangle off the ground, “I missed you too.”

“You guys already clear the nest?” You hung on him, arms clasped around his neck, pecking a tender kiss to the tip of his nose, “I thought you’d be a few more days at least. Where are the brothers?”

He lightly set you back on your feet, angling away to better peer into your countenance, smoothing a stray wisp of hair from your forehead, “Sam and Dean did not require my assistance after all.” He leaned forward to kiss your lips.

“Oh?” You quirked an eyebrow, ducking and evading the kiss with a teasing grin.

He squinted at you, a bewildered line wrinkling between his eyebrows, “Is something wrong? You seemed pleased to see me a moment ago.”

“Nothing is wrong,” your palm fell to cup his cheek, thumb caressing his lower lip.

He stared at you, blue eyes gleaming anxiously.

“It’s just not like you to abandon Sam and Dean in the middle of a hunt,” your fingers skimmed to his chest, absentmindedly straightening his tie, “I could ask you the same.”

“There is an important matter I wanted to discuss with you,” his hand came up to clutch yours, bringing it to his lips to tenderly kiss your knuckles, one-by-one, voice dropping to a low rumble, “about our love making the other night.”

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Flicker

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1965

Warnings: swearing, smut smut smut.

(Not my GIF)

“Seriously, no one has a match?” you whined into the darkness. Leave it to Sam and Dean to run out of matches during a power outage in a rural cabin.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Sam, go outside and find some rocks to rub together.”

Sam huffed and shook his head. “No way, it’s storming like crazy outside.”

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Showering With Bucky Pt.2

NSFW NSFW

You invite Bucky for a shower at the end of a long day. SMUT

PART 1

Warnings: shower sex, unprotected sex (use a condom ya’ll) 

A/N: You asked for this…you got it. I’m so bad at writing smut. I hope it wasn't terrible. kinda sorta edited

Originally posted by pleasingpics

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Apodyopsis - Jimin

Request: “can i have a jimin drabble? 76,157,160 thank you!”

76. “Shh shh, if you moan like that we’ll get caught.”
157. “Wait, what did you just say?”
160. “You want me to do what?”

Warning: fingering, oral, language

Word Count: 1203

Genre: Smut

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“Shit,” You cursed as you put down your handful of cards on the comforter beneath you, while your friend, Jimin, grinned widely, taking pride in his quick victory. You always won when you two played cards, but he somehow managed to beat you this time, and you were more scared than upset about what was to come next now that you had lost. “Jimin, do I really have to?”

“I was clear, wasn’t I? If you lost, you’d have to do me a favor,” Jimin said almost innocently. You groaned and leant back on the wooden headboard of Jimin’s bed, closing your eyes in irritation of the mockery in his words.

“Fine, what do you want?” You sprawled your limbs out towards the edges of the bed, but Jimin pulled you back and tugged on your arms, making you sit up, your faces only mere inches away from each other. You could feel the heat flushing to your cheeks, but you’ve learned to contain your emotions over the years you’ve known Jimin.

“Let me take some pictures of you,” He smiled as he backed away from you and grabbed his phone.

“Ugh, you scared me. I thought you were going to ask me to get naked or something,” You laughed nervously before Jimin proceeded to direct your figure around, taking numerous shots of you by the minute. You couldn’t ignore the wetness beginning to grow down in your core as Jimin moved you around, his touch completely intoxicating you. He stepped back and took one last photo of you against the wall before looking up from his phone, flashing a smirk at your tensed body.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Wait, what did you just say?” You asked, wondering if you had heard him correctly.

“I said take off your clothes.” He said with a phlegmatic expression upon his face as he approached you.

“J-Jimin-” You immediately closed your mouth when Jimin placed his lips on your throat, lightly tracing kisses up to your jawline.

“Your skin is so soft,” He whispered, dragging his tongue across your collarbones. He nipped at your sensitive skin, which caused a soft whimper to escape your mouth. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and strip for me?” You hesitantly nodded and bit down on your lip in regret of your choice.

“Can I change in the bathroom?” You asked. He laughed at your shy response, but nodded and shifted his gaze towards his bathroom, which was conveniently connected to his bedroom. You were about to open the bathroom door when you felt Jimin step behind you and walk his fingers up the back of your thigh, smirking as you shivered under his touch.

“Just keep the stockings on,” He said as he lightly tapped your ass before you rushed into the bathroom, wondering if this was a dream or reality.
You slowly shed of your clothes, wondering if this was the perfect time to run away to a different city and change your name, or to go along with whatever Jimin was planning for you.

Your curiosity was killing you, and your deep attraction to your friend hadn’t helped this situation either. What was waiting for you outside that door? You weren’t sure if you wanted to even know. Your thoughts were interrupted by Jimin harshly knocking on the door.

“Yah! If you don’t come out in three seconds, I’m breaking down the door!” He shouted.

You felt a rush of panic overtake your body, so you quickly unclipped your bra and pulled down your panties, then slowly opened the bathroom door, leaving merely an inch of space for you to look out.

“I’m waiting,” You heard Jimin say softly. You sighed and opened the door with your foot while covering your body with your hands. “Don’t be shy, jagi.” You turned your head to the bed, where Jimin was impatiently waiting with his high definition camera, the one you knew he only used for serious photographs. You hesitantly drew your hands away from your body, making Jimin flash a warm yet inviting smile.

“You’re using that?” You pointed at the camera and noticed how your hand was already shaking.

“I want these to be better quality.” He winked at you before pulling you to the bed and pushing you down on your back. He stepped back to the wall and held the camera to his eyes.

You sat there awkwardly as Jimin began his promiscuous photoshoot, and tensed up at his every touch. You could tell he was teasing you as he slowly slid his hand down the inside of your thighs, contributing to the wetness in your core, which you desperately tried to hold back. He gripped your knees and pushed them down onto the mattress beneath you, exposing your heat.

“Put your finger in your pussy,” He said suddenly, stepping back to the wall.

“Y-You want me to do what?” You stuttered as you felt the stricken feeling in your stomach intensify.

“Do I have to do it for you, jagiya?” You definitely didn’t want him to do it for you, so you hesitantly moved your hand down to the wetness between your thighs, slowly inserting a finger as you moaned from the relief. “Good girl~” The syllables rolling off his tongue only made you yearn him more, but you knew you had to be patient.

He took a few more photos, every soft ‘click’ coming from his camera patronizing your frustration, then sighed as he rested the camera on the bedside table.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” He whispered as he sat at the edge of the bed and pulled your thighs over his shoulders, bringing his face to your heat.

“P-Please oppa,” You begged, and fortunately, as soon as those words left your mouth, he brought his tongue into contact with your soaked folds. You gasped and grabbed him by his hair, pulling him closer to your core. You could feel him smirk against you, but you didn’t care how needy you looked.

The feeling of his tongue teasing your sensitive clit made you slowly unravel with bliss, shameless and animalistic moans erupting from your throat and reverberating around the room.

“Shh shh, if you moan like that we’ll get caught. My sister is still home,” He said.

“I don’t care,” You moaned, which Jimin took as a cue to roughly push two fingers into you, curling them as soon as they entered. The combination of his tongue and his fingers sent you over the edge, and you couldn’t help but slightly buck your hips up, giving him access to your weakest spot, where you screamed from pleasure and finally found your release. Jimin didn’t seem to mind, and eagerly licked up your juices.

“So, how about round two?” He asked before bringing his soft lips to yours and making the world around you go completely numb with passion.

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Thank you so much for requesting, love. I’m sorry if this was a bit short.

(On AO3 here)

Alec was lounging on the couch in Magnus’s living room while the Warlock bustled about the chamber. He had finally remembered to check his mail, and it seemed that nearly three hundred pieces had come for him in the year since he last opened his mailbox. He was content just to watch, especially since Magnus had opted to skip a shirt while they lounged around his loft today.

“Huh, a letter from Amara Galley.  Haven’t spoken to her in five years,” Magnus commented to himself.

“Why’d you stop talking?”

“We dated briefly; she found me to be a bit too emotionally unavailable for her tastes.” Alec raised his head to look at Magnus, who just shrugged, “I got better.”

He went to open the letter when a cloud of white dust enveloped his face.

“Magnus!” Alec shouted shooting immediately to his feet, pull the seraph blade he kept under the couch and moving to protect him.

Magnus was still coughing when Alec appeared at his side. A thin sheet of white dust covered most of his face and hair- but, to Alec’s dismay, it quickly melted into his skin.

“Magnus,” Alec said holding by the shoulders to look into his eyes, “what is that stuff? Should I call Cat? Is it dangerous?”

Magnus waved a hand in front of his face, “it’s nothing. Just an old Warlock prank.”

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Vernon/OFC: I didn’t know that I was starving till I tasted you (m)

Originally posted by sneezes

Genre: Fluff/Romance/Friendship/Angst/Implied Smut

Word Count: 6588

Characters: fwb!Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, various Seventeen members

Prompts: fwb!Vernon, five times kissed + one, friends-to-lovers, gratuitous use of film, music and book references.  

(a/n) My Christmas gift to my lovely followers. It’s not necessarily Christmas themed, but I hope you guys like it all the same. Much love!

The first time was Begin Again.

He was just fed up. Fed up with his perpetual writer’s block, fed up with how behind he was in education, and all over just wishing for some peace. Vernon missed sleep. He longed for how easy it was back in middle school to fall asleep, to collapse on his bunk and have a full eight hours to happily ponder over absolutely nothing. Now, whenever he did get around to sleeping, he was stuck in a purgatory of being infinitely restless. He felt nervous whenever he closed his eyes, thinking about what kind of packed schedule he’d face in a couple hours’ time, or that he could be spending this time perfecting his lyrics.

But the movies helped.

It was sometime around the end of winter that this whole thing started. Some random neighbor waiting for the elevator to open, who had about two or so boxes stacked so high he couldn’t see her face. When the elevator just didn’t want to help her out, she wedged her sneaker between the emergency exit to the stairwell.

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Fur

Requested: no

Summary: Sometimes Dean just needs a hand in his fur.

Warnings: skin walker! Dean, abo, smut? 

Originally posted by whiny-sugar-glider

The forest was quiet, all was blissfully well. For Dean, these should have been the moments that were his favorite no one was endanger, the pack was settled. These moments were quite the opposite, actually. They brought him the most pain because he was undeniably alone. 

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Touch - Taehyung (Part 2)

Plot: You’re hanging out with your best friend Taehyung and you decide to joke around with him. Little did you know a simple tickle fight would end up with a different outcome from what you were expecting.

A/N: OH DEARY ME. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT AHAH. PLEASE DON’T KILL ME. 

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Female receiving oral

Part 1


Your heart beats erratically as he moves brings his left hand to caress your face and his fingertips traces the outlines of your face. “So beautiful.” He whispers under his breath and seals the gap between his lips and your own. You laid beneath him, frozen and unsure how to respond. You decided if all goes wrong, you might as well enjoy it while it lasts. You closed your eyes and began responding back to his mouth. He moved the two of you so he could easily cup your face as you wrapped your hands around his waist. 

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My Last // Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by soekjins

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: First time Smut

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: Hiiii you’re requests are open yay 😆😊 so I would like to request a GOT7’s Youngjae or BTS Jin smut where it’s your first time and they’re loving to you and you had doubts and you were nervous


You had been having one of the best days of your life. It was your 1 year anniversary with your boyfriend, Jin, and you couldn’t have been more in love and happy.

He had taken you to the place where he first asked you to be his girlfriend – under the cherry blossom trees in the park. He had prepared a feast for a picnic, all of the food which he cooked himself; even including your favourite little rice balls with cute panda faces decorated on them. After that, you both went to the arcade to play games, which resulted in him winning you a huge Pikachu plushie from the claw machines. Upon leaving the arcade, it was beginning to turn dark; the city lights slowly turning on and illuminating the streets as Jin held your hand and you held your Pikachu in the other.

You arrived home to your apartment, closing and locking the door while Jin went into your bedroom to get the TV ready for you both to watch a movie that he rented out. You made your way into the kitchen to start preparing the popcorn, smiling to yourself and wondering how you got so lucky to be with someone like Jin. He completely captivated your heart from the moment you first met him and it was pretty much love at first sight for the both of you.

“Ready when you are jagi” Jin called from the bedroom as he propped himself up in the middle of your bed, smelling the salty popcorn wafting through your home as he grabbed your favourite pink blankie and new Pikachu and pulled them beside him, waiting for you to arrive with the popcorn.

You carefully carried the two bowls of popcorn into the bedroom, seeing that Jin had everything ready and waiting to go. He even turned on your fairy lights wrapped around your headboard, leaving the room half lit with just the glare from the TV shining on the bed. You looked at him, thinking how comfy and soft he looked among the pink of your room; your heart rate slowing as you grinned from ear to ear, passing him the popcorn as you crawled over beside him.

“Thank you for such an amazing day jagiya” you cooed into his face, earning a smile from him as he wrapped his free arm around you, pulling you closer into his fluffy sweater.

“Well, thank you for the best year of my life so far. May we have many, many more” he replied, kissing your forehead and rubbing his nose against yours, before pressing play on the remote and snuggling down with you to watch the movie.


The movie ended about an hour and a half later, the popcorn having been devoured within the first 20 minutes. You watched Jin as he reached for the remote to turn off the TV before turning round to you and embracing you tightly, snuggling his face into your neck as he blew small raspberries on to the most sensitive parts of your skin, tickling you and making you giggle loudly.

“No! Please! Oppa please stop I can’t breathe, oh my god!” you squealed as he continued to attack your neck with his soft, plump lips. He gave in, granting you mercy as he pulled you closer towards him. His deep, brown eyes found yours as he stared into them, completely in adoration.

“I love you (Y/N)” he whispered gently, as his hands traced up and down your back through the fabric of your t-shirt. You smiled, thinking your cheeks were about to fall off at how much he made you smile today.

“And I love you, Jin” you replied, as Jin caressed the back of your neck, pulling you in closer to his face. His lips ghosted over yours, before fully committing to pressing them together as he gently kissed you. You returned the kiss by deepening it, pressing your hands against his chest and feeling his heartbeat thundering through his ribcage. You pulled him closer by the fabric of his sweater, making his breath hitch in his throat at your sudden advancement, making him completely intoxicated by your love for him. He began to feel himself getting overly excited as he slowly rolled his hips against yours, causing you to open your eyes in shock. He knew immediately that you felt uncomfortable, as he broke away from the kiss.

“I’m sorry (Y/N)…I…I don’t know what happened. I didn’t scare you, did I?” he said, stroking your face and feeling guilty about losing his control.

You looked into his eyes, seeing the guilt and regret swimming around in them. You felt awful for shying away from him, but you were terrified of going any further. You were a virgin and Jin was your first ever boyfriend. You wanted to give yourself to him entirely, but you were just too scared about it being painful or anything like your sex ed teachers had informed you back when you were in school.

“No, don’t be sorry. It’s my fault…” you whispered back, fluttering your eyes downward to the bed sheets. Jin smiled, lifting your chin with his fingers before lightly kissing your nose, earning a small giggle from you.

“It’s not your fault. You’re not ready yet, and that’s okay. Just know that I’ll always wait for you, okay? I’m not going anywhere jagiya. I promise you.” He said, before leaning over to look at your bedside clock.

“It’s late, I should start heading back to the dorms…” he sighed, wishing that he really didn’t have to go. You replayed his words in your head, wishing so badly to have the courage to tell him that you were absolutely ready to let him have all of you, but you were just scared. He went to move to get up, only to be pulled back down by you.

“Don’t go, Jin…stay with me.” You said quietly, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“Stay just a little longer?” he asked, thinking that if he stayed longer, the taxi fare would be more expensive seeing as it was coming on after 12am.

“No. I want you to…sleep in my bed tonight. With me.” You almost squeaked, making Jin stop and stare at you; feeling overjoyed but strange at the same time. He had never slept over before, always going home after things got too heated and late.

“Are you sure (Y/N)? You don’t have to ask just becau-“

“I want you to. I…I’m ready Jin” you finally admitted, feeling a strange fire ignite inside of you.

Jin lay back down beside you, studying your facial expressions and silently jumping for joy on the inside. He had wanted to become more intimate with you for a long time, but Jin was the definition of a complete and utter gentleman to you. He vowed to wait until you felt you were ready, that he would never push you to make a hasty decision.

“I’m just…I’m just scared it will hurt, you know?” you said softly, twiddling your fingers nervously. Jin smiled, putting his larger hand over yours.

“I won’t hurt you jagiya. And if you feel pain, or if you feel uncomfortable at anytime, all you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will. Because I love you, and I never want you to feel that way with me, ever.” He whispered as you looked up into his face, his eyes completely softened as he reassured you with his sincere, heartfelt words. You fluttered your eyes closed, before leaning in and kissing him once again.

Jin lay his hands gently on your frame, tenderly squeezing the sides of your arms and moving himself closer to you. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate but still soft, as you put your hand over his neck, tickling the back of his blonde hair as you locked your fingers through it. Jin moved over you as you instinctively opened your legs to let him rest between them as he began kissing along your jawline, moving to the sensitive skin underneath your ear as he littered soft, open mouthed kisses. You lightly mewled at his gentleness, feeling complete euphoria – even now as you also felt something inside of you burn with desire.

Jin sat back a little, his hands trailing to the bottom of your shirt and looking to you for permission. You nodded your head gently, before letting him lift it up and over your body. He gazed his eyes on your half naked form, completely becoming bewitched at your beauty. You felt extremely nervous and embarrassed under his gaze, as you reached to cover your top half, your arms resting over you bra.

“You’re so gorgeous (Y/N)…don’t hide from me, okay? You are perfect…” he whispered as he lay soft kisses on your belly button, making you giggle at the strange feeling of someone kissing you there. You let you arms fall down to your sides, watching him as he moved north towards your bra, kissing along your stomach and ribs. His hands wandered over your breasts, feeling the delicate fabric of your bra and kissing the soft skin of your cleavage. You felt him tugging at the material, wanting to obviously free you of it. You suddenly became nervous, feeling insecure about him seeing you naked. And as if reading your mind, Jin stopped.

“You can leave it on if you want to Jagiya, but just know that I think you’re beautiful” he smiled lovingly at you, his fingers stopping just below the flimsy material.

“I’m just a little…can we leave it on just this time?” you asked, raising your eyebrows and feeling your cheeks burning crimson. Jin nodded, kissing back down your stomach before stopping at your jeans. He looked up at you as you nodded to him, before starting to undo the button and sliding your jeans down your legs, dropping them gently to the floor. He began softly kissing the warm skin in between your thighs, leaving damp kisses in his wake. You breathed heavily as he got closer to your core, the realisation of the situation finally setting in as he pulled back to remove his shirt, letting you gaze upon his impressive physique as you bit your lip and wondered how such a perfect looking person could be with you. Jin then placed his mouth over your clothed core, kissing you through your panties as he gently hooked his finger around them, tugging them down gently. He sensed you tensing your body up as you became nervous and scared of what was about to happen.

“I know it might feel strange, but I don’t want you to feel any pain. This will help, I promise. Just relax and breathe for me okay? It will feel really good, I promise jagiya” he assured you as he smiled gently at you, putting your mind at ease but not stopping your heart which was thundering through your chest. He slipped your panties off, letting them join your jeans on the floor, before positioning his face in front of you.

You felt his hot breath fanning over your already wet womanhood as he lightly kissed the soft mound in between your legs.

“Give me your hands (Y/N)” he said gently, as you interlocked your fingers with his, feeling safe and secure at his touch. He closed his eyes, pressing his tongue flat against your core, causing you to inhale sharply at the contact. He ran his tongue along your folds, stopping at your entrance to taste you, before dragging it gently to your clit, making you moan involuntarily. You moved your hips against his face, not knowing why but it felt so good – just as he said it would. He removed one of his hands, still holding your other one, as he very slowly slid one digit into your entrance. You gasped at the foreign feeling of his finger inside you, how it felt against your tight walls as they contracted around it, how he curled his digit as he pumped you slowly, grazing a spot deep within you that you didn’t know existed. He pressed his tongue against your throbbing clit again, going between small kitten licks, to taking it in his mouth and humming against it, the vibrations of his voice pushing you towards something you weren’t familiar of. It was then you felt a second digit being introduced, stretching you out even further. You winced at it, feeling a slight discomfort, but soon forgetting about it as you felt was complete bliss as he pumped you faster.

“Just let go baby, let go, don’t fight it. I love you” he said before returning his mouth to your clit. You felt your entire body tense up as it began to shake uncontrollably. Jin held you down by your thighs, letting you ride out your high as you came in his mouth, coating his fingers in your sweet juices as you moaned loudly, gripping the bed sheets and flinging your head back in pure pleasure.

Jin lay back a few moments later, taking off his jeans. Your eyes went to the obvious bulge in his boxers, curious to see what lat beneath. He smiled coyly at you, before removing them completely. You gasped, unknowingly feeding his ego as he gripped his length, pumping it from base to tip. Suddenly, you became aware of one little problem; you didn’t have any condoms.

“Jin…I don’t have any, um…you know…” you said, completely embarrassed and thinking that all of this was a complete waste of time. Jin smiled as he fumbled for his bag on the floor, taking out his smaller vanity bag that he kept various creams and makeup in, before taking out a small foil packet.

“I’ve always kept a few in here, just in case” he chuckled, feeling slightly creepy at the fact he always kept one, but you couldn’t have been more relieved in that moment. You watched him carefully as he removed the foil and began sliding it on to his length, gently securing it and making sure it was on properly before shifting himself back up towards you, lining himself with your entrance. You heart started beating faster again as you thought “This is it.” Jin rested his chest lightly above yours, his face level with your face as he kissed you once again. You tasted the saltiness and sweetness of yourself on his mouth as you put your arms around him.

“If it hurts at all, just tell me and I’ll stop straight away, okay baby?” he said seriously, looking into your eyes as he kissed your nose. You nodded, swallowing nervously as bracing yourself for him.

He reached down between your bodies, guiding his member to your opening. You felt the tip of his cock enter you, stretching you out yet again. It wasn’t so painful, but it felt very strange as you held your breath and let him slide his length in, inch by inch. He was so gentle and caring, watching your face for any sign of distress as he filled you entirely. He stopped moving, letting you adjust to him as you felt the little pain die down as you got used to the foreign feeling inside of you. You nodded your head slightly, letting him know he could continue.

He pulled back slowly, before pushing himself in again and again, gently rolling his hips into yours. You groaned at the strange but pleasurable feeling of him moving deep within you, reaching parts of you that you didn’t know existed. It was then you felt something inside you quite literally ‘pop’, causing you a brief moment of pain, to which you gripped Jin’s arms and winced slightly.

“Don’t worry baby, it’s normal. Everything is fine okay? Do you want me to continue?” Jin said calmly, gazing into your eyes while ceasing all movement. He began kissing your neck gently, tickling your soft skin, earning a slight giggle from you and distracting you from the slight discomfort as it slowly died down. Jin began to move again, resting his head in the crook of your neck as he built up a nice steady pace.

You began to moan as you clutched his back, moving your legs around his waist primitively as he reached deeper inside you, penetrating your g-spot over and over. Jin felt his end nearing fast, trying his best not to finish so quickly as your tight walls clenched around his member. He placed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately as he moaned upon reaching his climax. His thrusts which had now become more sporadic as he came, filling the condom with his seed. You could feel his member twitching inside of you as you felt yourself becoming sensitive from the over stimulation. He began slowing down, before eventually stopping and reaching down to remove himself from inside of you gently. You lay on the bed with your eyes closed, breathing heavily and trying to catch your breath.

“Baby, I don’t want you to panic at all, but there is a little bit of blood okay? But it’s completely natural alright? Let’s go and get you cleaned up and I’ll help you change your sheets okay?” Jin said softly as to not alarm you, and you weren’t alarmed at all. You had read that it was natural for some women to bleed their first time, so you were sort of expecting it anyway.

“Can I hug you first?” you blurted out, needy for his touch just a second longer. Jin let out a cute giggle, before taking the soiled condom off, tying it and throwing it into your garbage can.

“Of course I can baby, you can have all of my hugs…and kisses” he said, laying down and rolling you on top of him. You let your head rest on his chest, moving up and down with it and listening to his heartbeat gradually becoming more steady.

“I love you (Y/N). Thank you for trusting me. You’ve no idea how much you mean to me…” he cooed into you ear, rubbing the small of your back as you smiled into his chest.

“I love you too…you made everything perfect. It was more perfect than I could have ever imagined it.” You replied as you hugged him tighter. You knew you had made the right decision – waiting and now giving yourself to him. You felt insecure at first, him being your first even though he had told you before that he lost his virginity a few years ago. But you thought back to what he said to you at that time, smiling to yourself uncontrollably and knowing he meant every word he said.

“(Y/N), you may not have been my first, but I know that you’ll be my last. I don’t want anyone else but you, so I’ll wait for you, forever if I must.”

WAR OF HEARTS
                      - PART VI


Kai Parker x Reader x Kol Mikaelson
word count : 4 787
warning :
smut / threesome
note : first time ever writing something like this and i know its probably a mess but … hope you still like it. i really tried my best 🙈
* gif by fondu-with-downey
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Friday came too fast. Y/N woke up in her bed , seeing a tiny box and a note on her night stand. She stretched her hand for it , taking it in her hands.

“For luck.”

Y/N opened the box finding a charm bracelet in it. She turned the paper trying to figure out who had stopped by leaving her this present but there was no name.
Must’ve been Kol … or Kai. she thought leaving the box back on her nightstand and heading to the bathroom to take a shower.
Y/N walked downstairs to the kitchen , bumping into Rebekah in the hallway.
“Oh hey , I was just going to look for you to see if maybe you could help me with something.”
“Of course. What do you need my help with ?” asked Rebekah pulling Y/N into a hug.
“Clothes… hair…” said Y/N quietly. “I am going out with your brother and Kai later and … I … have nothing to wear. And you have the best closet in history.”
“You have come to the right person. Lets go now. There is not enough time to get you ready.” said Rebekah grabbing her hand.
“Its 10AM.”
“Exactly. Perfection doesn’t happen in 5 minutes , even by magic.” Rebekah pulled Y/N behind her down the hallway and up to the attic. “So , do you really think you can get them to get along ? You know they both agreed to go to that dinner because of you.”
“I hope so.” sighed Y/N. “Being stuck in the middle is just … so confusing.”
“Confusing?” asked Rebekah opening a large chest a few steps away. She looked at the dresses inside , clearly looking for something in particular. “What’s confusing about that?”
“Just … stuff.”
Rebekah looked at her confused for a moment and then seemed to pick up on something in Y/N’s voice. “I’m sure you can figure it out.”
“It’s what your brother said… but I don’t know anymore.”
“Well , I do.” smiled Rebekah pushing Y/N to one of the mirrors , while holding a few dresses in her hands. “Alright , try these on. Just because you can’t figure it out doesn’t mean you can’t torture both of them with you outfit.”


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Kai felt nervous about spending the entire evening with Y/N and Kol , mostly because he wasn’t sure how he’d be able to control his anger around Kol. Every time he saw them kissing it felt as if a part of him was dying. He wasn’t sure what to wear so he went with gray jeans , a white shirt and later on his dark blue / black jacket.
Around 5.15PM there was a knock on the door and he opened it finding Y/N standing there with a large smile on her face. Kai’s breath got caught in his throat - Y/N had done her hair in a side braid , her make up was light almost as if she wasn’t wearing any and she was wearing a knee high black coat with ankle high black boots. In her hands she held a small white paperbag.
“Hey.” she smiled. “Can I -”
“Like you have to ask.” said Kai stepping aside and letting her inside before pulling her into a hug. “Mi casa es tu casa. You know that.”
Y/N had decided to go there early , hoping to get to speak with Kai before they went to meet with Kol. She knew Kai better than anyone and could see he felt uncomfortable being around her when Kol was around. She took off her coat ,leaving it on the couch and gave him the small paperbag with the present she had gotten for him.
“This is for you.” she said. “I already put a picture though you can replace it any time.”
Kai pulled out the picture frame from the paper bag , smiling at the picture. Y/N had chosen a selfie of them together while they were stuck in Mystic Falls looking for the right place to do the spell to get out. Behind them Kai could see the clock of the clock tower. He recognised the picture as one they had taken on the day she had tumbled off the clock tower. The day he had realised he is in love with her.
“I love this picture.” he said looking at both of them smiling remembering that day. “And I know just where to put it …”
Kai spun around heading for his bedroom and Y/N followed him closely behind , tracing her fingers around the wall on the way there. He placed the picture frame on his night stand , sitting on the bed as he did so.
“There. That way it will be the first thing I see every morning.” he smiled turning towards her. “Wow..”
“What?” she asked looking down at her feet following his gaze. “Please tell me I didn’t get a stain on the dress. Rebekah would kill me if - ”
“No. No its not that.” said Kai clearing his throat. Y/N was wearing a white puffy dress just above the knee. “It’s just … you look breath taking. Like an angel. Literally.”
Y/N smiled shyly.
“Thank you.” she said sitting on the bed next to him , looking at the picture of them together. Her head rested on his shoulder and Kai took one of her hands only then noticing her charm bracelet. He wondered where she had gotten it.
Probably Rebekah or Freya. he thought , refusing to let the thought that Kol had gotten it for her. Kai turned around towards her , his palm brushing against her cheek. Y/N looked up feeling Kai’s breath on her face. He leaned in towards her unable to control his emotions around her anymore and kissed her. A slow gentle kiss. He just had to kiss her , just once.
“I .. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done th-” he cleared his throat.
Y/N felt out of breath , the lingering feeling of Kai’s lips on hers making her want more. Her hands snaked around his neck , pulling his lips back on hers until he had backed her against the bed. Kai’s hands slid down the side of her body towards her hips and back up again , sending waves of electricity through her body on their way. Kai couldn’t believe she had pulled him into a kiss. All he knew was that he wanted her and he no longer cared about anything else but her.
Y/N’s fingers tangled in his hair massaging his scalp. His crotch grinding against hers , making her moan into the kiss. Kai’s lips kissed her jawline down her neck towards her collar bone sending butterflies in her stomach. She felt herself getting wet , everywhere his hands touched her it felt like wild fires starting. Her hands gripped his shirt tearing it off him in a second a split second before Kai’s lips smashed against hers again and she opened her mouth allowing him to explore it with his tongue. His kiss was demanding hiding a hunger he had clearly been holding back for a long time. Kai’s hand slid under her dress , his fingertips grazing her inner tight moving towards her heat.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.” he whispered as his fingers teased her folds making her throw her head back a little. “I don’t care about Kol or what his brothers would say or do to me. All I care about is you.”
In a haze Y/N heard Kai’s words and a part of her tried to push through to the surface , realising how badly things will end if Kol or any of the Mikaelson’s ever found out about any of this. Problem was , she didn’t care either. All she cared about was Kai and how much she wanted him in that moment. Y/N felt Kai push her panties to the side , his fingers drawing soft figure eights on her clit making her body feel like it was on fire before two fingers slid inside her making her let out a small scream of pleasure.
As if from a distance came the sound of the door being kicked open and Kol’s voice calling out for her followed by footsteps heading towards Kai’s bedroom.

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