Does anyone ever think about the fact that after everything with Kate, maybe Derek goes to New York with the decision to never to be hurt that way by anyone again. Not the losing his family part, because how could he ever lose so much again, right? (Right? I’m not crying at all!) So he gets a part-time job as a grocery bagger or something, because he is young and most places won’t hire him halfway through the year. And he works after school to bring in a few bucks so that Laura’s eyes won’t be quite so pinched now that she has gotten her GED and began working to make ends meet for them in a very expensive city. After work, she then spends sometimes hours on the phone and emailing lawyers who are still trying to get all of the paperwork straight. So yeah, Derek works to help Laura.
But then some lady at the store gives him that look. Like Kate. Her eyes are interested, and her grin is predatory, and he just knows she wants him. So he thinks to himself if he initiates it, maybe it won’t leave him feeling so wrong. So he does. And it becomes a thing. He flirts with anyone who shows him interest as he bags their groceries and “helps them to their car” even though they never need help.
From there maybe it just becomes a way of survival. As he gets older, it seems like more women want to sleep with him. He’s filling out, thanks to all of the runs he’s going on after work and thanks to the workouts he’s pushing his body through every morning. Because he has to be strong enough. He has to be bigger. He doesn’t want anyone to think they can hold him down or force him.
He learns how to play the game. One day he mentions something about that to a coworker (now working at a bar mixing drinks because someone had once told him he would make great money in tips) but his coworker didn’t think of sex as a game. Derek knew better. Maybe it wasn’t for some people, but he would never be able to trust someone in that way again, so he had to strike first before an opponent could.
One day a man at the bar looks at him just right, and Derek just thinks Oh. He’s never focused on men before, but he’s noticed them in passing. So he goes to the guy’s apartment after his shift and they sleep together. Derek pretends he’s done this before, even though he’s mostly relying on his sense of smell and hearing to tell if the guy is into different things he tries. And after that, Derek flirts with anyone he feels he has to.
So fast forward to Stiles. Stiles who is home from college after his second year has finished to make room for summer break. Stiles who means so much and is so good even when he’s an asshole. Stiles who leans in one day after a pack dinner, when he and Derek have finished cleaning up after everyone else has gone home. Stiles kisses him gently, at first, almost hesitantly. But when Derek doesn’t push him away, he presses in more firmly and suddenly Derek realizes where this is going to go. And it kind of makes him sad.
He lets Stiles slip his shirt off and push him back onto his bed. Stiles crawls on top of him and Derek begins pulling their hips together in a slow and sinuous way. But Stiles doesn’t react like any man Derek’s been with before–which really shouldn’t be as much of a surprise as it is. Yes, Stiles lets out a little moan, but it doesn’t break Stiles away from Derek’s mouth, where his tongue is doing things to Derek that he can’t explain. And his hands after trapping Derek’s face, but not like he’s trying to contain Derek, more like he’s holding something precious. His thumbs keep swiping across Derek’s eyebrows, like he’s memorizing their shape.
“This is amazing, Shawn” I muttered, my jaw dropping amazed.
“Dude, it’s dope” Brian agreed, nodding excited.
Shawn had invited us all around to see his new flat and though the rooms were impressive, Shawn’s view over Toronto beat every view I’d ever seen in my entire life. Even the sunset Brian and I once watched in Sri Lanka didn’t do this one justice.
“Your mother outdid herself finding this” I said, looking out at the CN Tower lighting colourfully up in the dark.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 1,067 AN: Sorry I’ve been MIA, I got sick last week at a show and I haven’t felt great since. It’s your typical stuffy nose, coughing, sneezing cold but it’s kicking my ass. I’m sorry this is short, I just needed a little Stiles PWP. Also, the above GIF makes me want to straddle him and push his shirt up and rub his back cause fuck man, he looks so tense I hate it.
There was this small moment in the mornings, right before Stiles would wake up, that was your favorite. He looked so innocent and boyish while he slept, his face peaceful, without the usual worry lines creasing his forehead. You liked to watch him snore quietly, his mouth partially opened, face dusted with moles and slight stubble. He was a beautiful looking guy, and you knew you were lucky to call him yours.
a/n: title is part of title of a sandra bullock movie but i used it as lyrics from lotus flower bomb by wale, which i recommend u start to play during the sexy time at the end ok. i know it’s barely still valentine’s day but I WROTE THIS all in one day it’s been a wild ride. i wanted to get this up ASAP but i’m messy and wanted to write one more sex scene i’m sorry buds but i hope you enjoy it anyway!!!!!!!!!!
“Are you ready, babe?” You peer into the mirror, adjusting the clasp on your necklace. The small heart-shaped garnet glints in the light and your heart flutters, remembering Daveed gifting it to you just this morning.
“Just a second,” he shouts from his bedroom. “I can’t get this fucking tie on straight!”
You snicker, tucking your lipstick into your small clutch. “Come out here and I’ll do it for you.”
Daveed grunts and shuffles out into the living room with his suit jacket draped over one arm and a sour look on his face.
“Why are you pouting?” You ask, fingers deftly untying the crooked knot and starting over again.
“I’m too old to not know how to tie my own tie,” he huffs, shoving one hand into the pockets of his dress pants.
“Chain Fountain: as the chain flows out of the glass under the pull of gravity the beads don’t simply roll over the edge but instead arc up upward like a fountain. As each link is pulled and tilted upward the adjacent link is tilted downward and pressed into the pile- by Newton’s 3rd law the pile presses back pushing each bead upward into the air.”
You could say your life situation right now was more than depressing. Not long ago, you turned 24 and finished your studies. Now, being a social sciences absolvent with a Bachelor of Arts, you were also jobless, broke and bored everyday.
Since your were also still living in the apartment you lived in for the past 24 years, you literally had nothing to do everyday except for cooking, cleaning and washing the laundry sometimes.
Your mum was a cleaning lady for a richass CEO you knew nothing about, and except for the two of you there was no one around.
So, being alone almost everyday until six or seven in the evening, you just lied on the couch of your living room in your underwear watching TV and this was exactly what your were doing now.
It was already eight in the evening and your mum was running a hour late. It was unusual but you weren’t worried. It could happen. You were watching one of your favourite children shows when you heard keys jiggling.
Jumping up and stretching your neck so you could see in the hall to the door from your current position on the couch, you saw your mum entering the apartment looking more than only exhausting.
You immediately rushed to her taking the groceries from her she must have bought on the way home. Setting them down on the kitchen island you prepared a glass of water with a pill against headaches for her. “Take that, mum.”
Your mum took the glass from you and smiled, gulping down the water with the pill. “Thank you sweetie. Sorry by the way that I’m late. Your aunt had a problem, so I had to help her.”
Upon hearing that you got keen of hearing. Your aunt and uncle were in the middle of a bad divorce and your uncle decided it was a good idea to move to Busan. So your aunt had to make little trips to the coast visiting her still husband only so she could finally get divorced. Your mothers part was to stay at her only sisters side and travel with her and that meant you had the whole apartment for you for probably almost one week.
Trying to hide your smile you came to her side. “That probably means you have to travel with Auntie Jihye to Busan, right?”
Your mum sighed and nodded, placing the empty glass in the sink. “Yes but don’t be too happy too soon, miss. While I’m gone you have to clean Mr. Byuns Loft. His Loft still has to be clean even when I’m not here and you’re not that bad at cleaning. Also, you’re broke and need a job. Even if it’s only for a short period you can have the money you make while I’m gone.”
You groaned and tried to convince your mum why you couldn’t clean her boss loft while her absence. “Mum that’s illegal. I can’t clean his loft while you’re gone.” Hoping your mother would trust you, you slowly tried to go into your room but your mum thought otherwise.
“Y/N, Mr. Byun is a very nice young man from the few times I talked to him on the phone. I never saw him in person, he never enters his loft while I’m cleaning because he’s busy working. He won’t even know you cleaned his loft for one week instead of me. You’re broke and need money, you know I can’t come up for all of your expenses. So don’t be such a lazy person and clean his loft!” The Voice of your mum got stronger and firmer towards the end of her speech and you exactly knew you had no choice other than to clean your mums boss loft.
Sighing you gave her a sign meaning you’d do it for her. Your mum just smiled. “I’ll write you a list of the things you have to know while you’re cleaning. Also you have to wash his clothes if there are and if he leaves a note on the fridge it means he wants something to eat when he comes home. Also - I’m just going to write you a list, okay sweetie?”
Nodding and obviously rolling your eyes you finally entered your room. You threw yourself on your bed closing your eyes.
When your mum was gone it actually always meant for you, you could relax, sleep longer than usual and eat as much takeout food as you wished for but now you had to do her job.
Sitting up you took your laptop opening google and typing in the name of Mr. Byuns Company. It was one of the few things you knew about him. This and that he was 35 and richer than you and your mum would ever be.
You clicked on the official website of the Byun Enterprises - the name of Mr. Byuns Company - and scrolled threw the employee section, the section where all the Partner companies were listed and finally the section with the bosses profile.
The section had a large picture of Mr. Byun on the top. His name, age and works below it. You stared at his picture way longer than you preferred.
He was handsome. No, he was fucking hot. His brown slightly strawberry red hair was slightly curled and parted in the middle showing a little bit of his forehead. His eye color was also brown and his stare was boring into your soul. His pinkish lips were formed into a light smirk. You licked your own lips and wandered with your eyes further down the picture.
It was only a picture displaying his upper body but it was enough for you. He wore a wine red, black button up shirt which was only buttoned till the middle of his chest. The rest was unbuttoned so you could see a bit of his strong toned chest. Over the shirt he had a dark grey, blackish suit jacket which was open but with a black belt held together on his waist. Around his neck there were two silver chains hanging low on his chest.
Your heart was thumping, your underwear slightly stained and you felt a headache creeping up. You never knew your mum worked for such a good looking person.
Scrolling down more you read what was standing under his picture - Byun Baekhuyn, 35 years old, hard working and caring. Head of the Byun Enterprises…
Suddenly you heard a knock on your door and you quickly closed the tab with the website, followed by your laptop. Placing it to where it was before you stood up and opened the door for your mum.
“Here’s the list with all the things you have to know while being in Mr. Byuns Loft. I also wrote down the address and the code for the door lock. Mr. Byuns Loft is in one of the tallest buildings in Seoul. When you enter it you have to pass a reception but don’t worry I already told the lady working there that you are coming instead of me.” Passing you the list she pointed out the address and the code for the door lock.
Quickly reading all the points you choked. Mr. Byun was way too demanding what things regarding cleaning his loft, washing his clothes and cooking his food prosecuted.
“Mum that’s too much! How am I supposed to do all of this everyday for one week? I’m going to die!” Protesting you read the list again. Mr. Byun had even a special way his clothes had to be washed or that he wants his potatoes mashed and not cut. What kind of guy was he?
Your mum chuckled and patted your head. “That’s the life of a working person, darling. Either this or having no money. It’s not even that bad you just have to get used to it then it’s kinda fun.”
Not believing your mum one word you just sighed and closed the door after your mum had left. Putting the list on your nightstand you sat down on your bed ones again. This was going to be an awful week.
Today was your first day as Mr. Byuns cleaning Lady - only for one week of course. You had woken up extra early today. Your mum had left last evening and even until she and your aunt finally drove away, your mum had remembered you countless times to do exactly what stood on the list.
Already being ready to go, you sat at the kitchen table and sipped from your coffee. It was half past seven and you had to be at Mr. Byuns Loft at eight. You still didn’t know what you should clean in ten hours but your mum said you definitely needed the time. There was no way this could be fun.
The drive with the subway to the building Mr. Byun lived in was as terrible as this day would going to be. The subway was filled with rude people pushing and pressing each other. When you were still in University you had lived there, so you didn’t have to take the subway every morning and you were glad you did so.
After you had finally arrived you stood infront of the building before entering it. It was really high and Mr. Byuns Loft was in one of the highest floors. Usually you weren’t afraid of heights but you had also never visited a building as tall as this, so maybe this would change.
Passing the reception the lady behind the counter smiled at you. Like your mother had said she already told her you would come instead of her for one week.
You looked around and saw security men almost at every entrance - even infront of the elevator. Being a little bit shy you quickly passed them and entered the elevator.
Breathing out after the door had closed you pressed the number of the floor Mr. Byuns Loft was located at. It wasn’t the last floor but still one of the highest.
The doors of the elevator opened after your ride to the top. At the wall had been a window so you could look outside while riding up and the way the streets, cars and people got so small so fast made you anxious.
You walked outside and towards the door to Mr. Byuns Loft. Luckily his loft was the only apartment in this floor besides one public bathroom. The building was very large what meant if Mr. Byuns Loft was the only apartment on this floor, the size of it had to be enormous.
Typing in the code for the door lock the door opened and you entered his loft. The smell of a mixture of men Parfum and soap engulfed the apartment.
Directly after entering the apartment you were in an open big ass living room. One wall was completely made out of glass what gave away an incredible view over the skyline of Seoul. All in all the apartment was furnished very nicely and thoughtful. Everything was held in black, white and grayish colors.
Placing your bag at the kitchen counter, you took out at the list your mum had given you before and read the first point - washing his clothes.
You sighed and made a fist cheering you on. It was not the first time you had to wash clothes and your mum gave you such a detailed description of how to wash his clothes, you were sure you could do it.
In the extra room were all the washing machines were you took the basket for his clothes and started walking towards his bedroom. You were glad his apartment was not one of these confusing ones, so you found every room pretty quickly.
Entering his bedroom you gasped. It was immense and beautiful. The colors were still the same but it looked super classy and chic. His bed was of course a king sized bed made of black wood. Above it was a large painting. He even had again one wall full of glass with a connected balcony to it.
Still having big eyes and being full of jealousy you started picking up his clothes from his bed. Your mum told you Mr. Byun always left the clothes he wanted to be washed on his bed, so you didn’t have to search for them. You didn’t know if it was a nice gesture or if he just didn’t want someone to search through his things.
Half of the day was already over. It was now four in the afternoon and you had already washed his clothes, cleaned every room except for the bathroom connected to his bedroom and you even cooked him some ricecakes.
You were exhausted and sweaty. The thought that this was only day one of seven almost made you throw up.
Lazily walking in his bedroom you entered his connected bathroom. It was obviously again super big and had everything in it. A bathing tube, two sinks, an enormous mirror and… a fucking rainfall shower.
You had lost your breath. Since you were a teenager it was one of your dreams to at least shower one time in a rainfall shower.
Starring at it for good two minutes you hesitated if you should try it out or not. I mean, you still had two hours until you had to go and according to your mother Mr. Byun never comes home early. Also your were sweaty and exhausted. You deserved this.
You decided to first clean the bathroom except for the shower and then shortly hop in just to rinse your body a little bit. Your body needed and deserved some relaxation.
Shortly after you had cleaned the bathroom, you stripped your clothes, laying them outside the bathroom on Mr. Byuns bed.
Opening the shower door, you quickly turned on the water and let it fall on your body. The feeling was amazing. You stood there for almost five minutes just letting the water soak your body until you found more options you could use while showering. You played a little bit with the regulator of the shower and you didn’t even realized one full hours passed by.
Already feeling how your skin started to wrinkle from the water you exited the shower and put a towel around your body. The towel was not really large but it was enough to cover what needed to be covered.
You walked out the bathroom and then his bedroom. You wanted your body to dry a little bit before you put on your clothes again and you saw a sound system in his living room, you still had one hour left, some music wouldn’t kill anyone.
Switching on the sound system, the sound almost made your ears burst but after some time you got used to the clear and loud music and you started to jump around.
Mr. Byuns living Room had the perfect size to dance along the music that was playing from the sound system.
You were in the middle of having fun while Mr. Byun Baekhyun was currently standing outside of the door to his loft and heard the music from his sound system blasting through the corridors.
Hesitating if he should call the security or handle it himself he decided to first observe the situation himself. Maybe Mrs. Y/L/N wanted to listen to some music while cleaning his loft.
Typing in the code the door opened and he entered the loft. The situation what he found infront of him was definitely not what he expected to see.
A stranger more specific a girl was running and jumping around in his living room only wearing a towel that merely covered her buttcheeks and womanhood.
Gulping he just stood there observing the situation a little bit more until he had found his composure again and walked to the sound system, still unnoticed by you and switched it off, angrily.
Your Head immediately turned to the sound system in shock. Your head turning into a red mess the second you saw Mr. Byun standing there with a bewildered and angry look on his face.
“Who are you, what are you doing in my loft and why are you only wearing a fucking towel?!” He asked with a intimidating loud and annoyed voice.
In this exact moment you had died internally.
So guys this is the first part of a new story I will be writing here on tumblr and this time it’s a baekhyun story! Also can you guys all guess which baekhyun era he is displayed as here? For all the people who can’t seem to guess it (*cough* admin a. *cough*) it’s lotto era cus lotto era was daddy era in my opinion lmao and it’s my favourite baekhyun era.
By the way im still on vacation so don’t think the second part will be uploaded anytime soon since I’m writing and editing this on my phone and doing this is shit. Anyway, love you guys~
i want this shot of like, 221b in the dark, okay, it’s nighttime and you’re in the sitting room and it’s dark, but the light is on in the kitchen and it’s spilling out onto the rug, just barely illuminating the silhouettes of their two empty chairs. so the shot moves forward and there’s the clinking sound of people moving around, and maybe john’s low voice coming through, nonsense words really, there you go and how is that, and the shot moves around the corner so you’re looking into the kitchen.
and in the kitchen only the light above the table is on so the corners are all still dark, but it’s sherlock sat on the table, his legs sort of hanging, his toes just brushing the lino because he’s tall, and john standing between his knees with a latex glove on and a look of concentration and he’s dabbing something on a wound on sherlock’s forehead, the both of them speaking very quietly like if they were to speak at a normal volume it might shatter something in the night, murmuring back and forth with that specific sort of humor that people use when they’re worried or nervous about something and trying to play it off, you know the one i mean, the kind of humor that seems a little too forced and too quiet but everyone laughs a little because they’re grateful for it, they’re grateful for this act of normalcy even if it’s just pretend. and john is leant a little too close and his eyes are worried, too worried, and sherlock shifts under his touch because the look in john’s eyes makes him unbearably guilty for all the worry john’s carried, for other head injuries john’s seen him bear and not been able to save him from, and it’s quiet and their gentle laughter sort of peters out as john puts aside the antibiotic and takes off his glove, still standing between sherlock’s knees. there you are, he says, right as rain, and sherlock dips his head a little to avoid those bright, worried eyes, and says thank you, and sorry you keep having to do this, and john blinks with a tiny smile and says you know i don’t mind, because he doesn’t, not really.
and sherlock just shrugs and looks up again, because he’s expected john to move away but john hasn’t, he’s still standing there, looking at sherlock like he means to be studying the scrape on his forehead but really just looking, in that kind of melancholy affection people get when they’re looking at a thing they love dearly but will never really have, that sort of fond resignation that this is the way things are, good enough but only because you tell yourself that, not because it really is, and sherlock looks up at john and john looks back down at him and their eyes catch and the room goes quiet, terribly quiet, more quiet than london ever really is even at night, so quiet john can hear it when sherlock swallows, so quiet sherlock almost hears it before he feels it: john reaching out and putting his hand over the back of sherlock’s where it rests on sherlock’s knee.
and john steps closer, and sherlock doesn’t look away, and the light above the table is too bright and john thinks his eyes are too pale, too beautiful, the thin color of a creek swollen with summer rain, something lush and green just waiting on the edges but just barely out of sight, and john leans in and sherlock smells like antiseptic and the raw, tremulous edge of anticipation and fear but he doesn’t back away, he doesn’t pull his hand away
and it happens like a brush of fate, john leaning in and it’s not even a kiss, not really, it’s the corners of their mouths slipping against each other in a trembling breath, sherlock stuttering in an almost silent gasp, his lips barely parted as john just barely, just barely, touching the side of his mouth to the side of sherlock’s, and sherlock wants to reach out and grab hold of his hips but doesn’t want to startle this into stopping, and john holds his mouth there a moment, the both of them breathing in cautious sips against each other’s cheeks, and sherlock can feel john’s breath against his lips, impossibly intimate, as if john is sharing something with him, as if john is trying to share something with him that cannot be shared with words but only with this exchange of life
and when john moves away he doesn’t move away, not really, he just moves forward, mouths moving away as he presses his cheek against sherlock’s cheek, and his shoulders are shaking, and sherlock slowly slowly gently gently dares to raise his free hand to john’s waist, and he feels solid and sturdy and warm and gorgeous, and then it’s sherlock’s turn, it’s sherlock nose nudging over john’s cheek, leading the way to find his mouth and this time, properly, this time, lip to lip and sherlock can’t breathe past him because he’s there, all of him, his skin and his jaw and his fingers and his eyelashes, this push and press of mouths settling together like the plates of the earth, quaking into sherlock’s chest, underneath his ribs
and this one kiss turns into another, as softly as the sun rises into another day, and another one after that, and it’s john’s hand, protective on the nape of sherlock’s neck, the delicate press of tongues and the voices trapped in their throats under the weight of gravity, under the weight of time, under the weight of finally, until john pulls back and finds the shell of sherlock’s ear and figures out how to let it go, how to let it all go, how to lift all that weight into nothingness: i love you, sherlock. i love you.
A/n:No amount of holy water can cleanse my soul. I am a beacon of sin. I swear I’m not even a daddy kink kind of girl… I just think about this a lot…
Namjoon pushed you against the wall without warning, his long fingers digging into your arms harshly. His face came centimeters from yours, his breath coming out hot and panting on your temple.
You still weren’t used to this. The first time it had happened, more fear than lust had risen in you but once he got going, you couldn’t help but bask in his treatment. Now was no different, it started with fear that slowly melted into desire.
His hand was at your jaw pushing your face up to expose your neck to him. He licked a thick strip of it up from your clavicle, ending with a bite at your ear. You whimpered at the attention, your panties beginning to stick to your skin.
“You’re eager today baby.” His voice was low in your ear and it sent shivers down your spine that melted into your core, leaving you throbbing and desperate for friction. He pushed your jaw up harshly when you didn’t answer.
“Tell me baby girl, what do you want daddy to do?”
His grip on your jaw slacked but only slightly as you felt the bruises forming under his fingertips. He brought his mouth right below your ear, sucking at the tender skin with an open mouth, his tongue painting over your skin. You withered beneath his hold, his body towering over you and closing you in, that with the combination of his tongue’s soft rhythm had you soaking and dying to be touched.
“Come on baby. If you don’t answer me I’m going to have to punish you.”
Warning: It’s graphic smut with a Doctor Roleplaying Kink. Ambw.
I couldn’t contain myself so I jumped ahead and started yours hopefully this can hold you off until I’m able to do more for you love @theggirlthatlikesasianboys
Shaking lightly, you shut the door to your large condo
resting against it for a second before you straightened up to push the pink
floral dress that you had on down some to cover your smooth chocolate skin.
Your hands sweeping your dark hair back of your shoulders. You squared them
starting to slowly walk down the hallway letting your heels pierce the floor
with each step you took. You walked towards the room next to your bedroom and you
knocked on the door before pushing it open. There he sat at an oak desk with a
white lab coat over his button down white shirt. He had on gray slacks, glasses
on his face his hair a mini rainbow of pink and blue.
“Dr. Jung?” You asked biting on your bottom lip. “I’m here
for my appointment.
Hoseok swirled around in his black chair smirking as he
looked you up and down, eyes roaming your frame. Your plump breast, curvy waist
and he could imagine how nice and juicy your ass looked from behind. “Ah, Ms.
__ that’s right your appointment is today. Come have a seat.” He grinned
patting the black chair right next to his desk. Nodding your head, you went to
sit in the black chair, crossing one leg over the other to show off your toned
thighs smiling sweetly at the male. His eyes holding mischief masked by an
eyesmile that made your stomach tighten up. “So, what can I do for you today?”
Hoseok asked you looking down his nose at you through the round glasses on his
“Well.. I know I needed a checkup doctor but, I also have
been having some problems down below.” You jutted out your lower lip crossing
your legs tighter.
“With your stomach?” Hoseok asked taking a blue notepad and
flipping it to a blank page using a black ink pen to scribble some things down.
“No. Lower. Like my princess parts lower.” You tried to
“Princess parts?” He mocked lifting an eyebrow. Heat rushed
to your face knowing he wasn’t going to give in. Sighing you nodding.
“My pussy doctor. There are things going on down there.” You
stated drumming your fingers along your leg.
“Well, let’s see what we can do about that and get your
other things checked out. You can start by getting undressed for me but you can
keep your panties on for now.” Nodding your head, you stood up in front of him.
Hands moving to grip at the edge of your dress you pulled it up over your head
revealing your body to him decked with black lingerie. You put your dress on
the back of the chair hands moving behind you to unclip your bra and put it on
the seat as well. Hoseok had to catch himself from jumping on you too quickly.
He took deep breaths eyes on your body. Every inch of skin he took in until he
stood up grabbing your hand to lead you to his desk. Helping you up on it he
grabbed at his stethoscope putting the ends for his ear in. Grabbing the string
he pressed the larger circular part against your chest. “Deep breaths for me.”
His silky voice cooed out and you obeyed taking deep breaths in and out for
him. He moved the object down to your stomach and then to your back humming
thoughtfully as he listened to your heart. “I think we need to do some heart exercises
to make sure your heart is still healthy you know? Don’t want you performing
tasks and you have a heart attack.” Hoseok said carefully eyes full of concern
as he pulled back to take the stethoscope from your body. He sat it down on the
desk beside you tapping your chin. “Open your mouth.” You obeyed opening your
mouth. Hoseok used two fingers to press against your tongue pushing down your
jaw as he looked in your mouth humming. “Hmm, it seems we need to do some work
on your mouth as well. Have you had any problems?” He asked pulling his fingers
back to lick on them.
“Oh, yes doctor. I haven’t been swallowing well lately. It’s
hard to hold a lot and I worry that my vocal chords are becoming worse.”
Sighing softly, you played with your hair.
“That’s nothing doctor Hope can’t fix.” Hoseok went to grab
at his notepad writing more things down. “Now then.” He smiled at you putting
the pad down. He moved his hands to grab at your breast. Cupping them he rolled
his fingers against your bud as he lifted up your breast inspecting the underside
of them pouting. “They are a handful. Do they give you any problems?” He asked
pushing them together pressing his thumbs against them.
“A-ah doctor they hurt sometimes. Right now, they feel
pretty sore. With all the bouncing they do when I have to perform certain
actions it’s hard.” All the innuendos passing between the two of you, you loved
it but you reminded yourself to be almost as serious as you possibly could.
“Let’s make sure to get you feeling better then.” Hoseok
leaned forward his warm breath ghosting over your skin. His tongue darted out
to lap against your perky nipples causing you to moan and grab at his hair
lightly before your hands quickly retreated. Hoseok flicked his tongue rapidly
up and down your nipples looking up at you while he did so.
“Mm doctor. Won’t your fiancé be a bit mad that you’re doing
such things to your patient?” You asked panting softly feeing your stomach
clench, a jolt of sheer pleasure and thrill running up your spine as he lightly
sucked on your nipples thinking about his answer.
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides it’s my duty
as your doctor to make sure you feel all better before you go. I insist on it.”
With every phrase, he spoke it was like his voice became deeper intoxicating
and dripping with lust. He leaned forward to kiss and suck on your nipples a
little more. His wet tongue causing your skin to become decorated with little
goosebumps. “Now then that that’s all
better. Let’s see about the rest of you. Let’s do you a quick physical let’s
see you touch your toes.”
“Yes sir.” You chirped out seeing Hoseok’s jaw clench as you
hopped down off the desk. You moved in front of him bending over slowly to
press your fingers against your toys. You weren’t too limber but he had made
you bend into certain positions that was easy to keep.
“Nice frame.” Hoseok noted walking around your bent body
until he was standing behind you. His hands reached out to grab at your ass
cheeks spreading them apart causing your panties to slip through your plump ass
cheeks. “Ass is also nice.” He noted slapping your left and right cheek separately.
“I think your ass needs a little more slaps. It’ll help make sure your cushion
is aiding you when you sit down.” He gripped at your ass cheeks before he rubbed
his hands together. Moving to open the drawer up on his desk he pour baby oil
on your ass cheeks rubbing it into your skin lightly. He moved to slap your ass
again. Starting out with gentle hits and working his way up to rough harsh hits
on your skin causing your ass cheeks to become numb. Every hit caused pain to
dance up your spine but you took it grabbing onto your ankles biting your lips.
“Doctor-ahh.” You mewled out licking your lips.
“Shh kitten. I got this.” Hoseok warned slapping your ass cheeks
harder. He didn’t stop until his own hands were warm and threatening of
becoming numb. He leaned down to lick across your ass cheeks flicking his
tongue and tapping it against your plump cheeks knowing you would like it when
he did it. “Let’s put you in another position.” He mused grabbing at your body
he lifted you back up to the desk. He laid you on your back. Lifting up your
legs to press behind your head. Hoseok saw you struggling and his eyes roamed
your figure as he shook his head. “It looks like you need a lot of work here. I’m
going to prescribe you some positions that will help limber you out.” Hoseok
drug his nails down your underside thighs as he helped you pull your legs down.
“On the bed. You say you were having some trouble with your pussy?”
“Oh yes!” You exclaimed moving very slowly towards the bed.
Taking a seat on it, your ass was sore but you tried to smile it off, cursing
him for being so sadistic. He gave you a look of continue, and he moved to
bring his chair towards you. “Well doctor Hoseok. Lately me and my daddy have
been trying to get me to squirt. But it hasn’t been happening and we wanted to
know was it just me or if he wasn’t doing a good job.” You bit back a smirk as
you watched his eyes flicker quickly before he masked it with a smile.
“Ah yes squirting. Well not everyone can do it but I assure
you that most of the times you probably just don’t know how. Are you sure it’s
your daddy? Or maybe it’s you?” He taunted and you laughed shrugging.
“I didn’t think it was me but I’ve also played with myself
in the spare time or on Skype for him and it seems I can never cause myself to
do it.” You admitted biting on your bottom lip.
“Well, let’s look at it and see what we can do.” Hoseok
pulled at your panties pulling them down from your hips and off your body. “Legs
up kitten.” He called out and you obeyed. Raising up your legs Hoseok brought
rope down hanging from the polls on the bed. He gripped at each ankle tying
them to a bedpost spreading you wide for him. Moving back to sit down in front
of your pussy he rubbed his fingers up and down your slit slowly. He used his hand
to spread your pussy lips open watching as your pussy gleamed and a few drops
of wetness seeped out. “It seems that you produce water very well so that is a
good start.” He nodded his head.
“Oh I stay very wet doctor.” You fisted the covers watching
him with lust filled eyes.
“I don’t think your fiancé would agree with you letting
another man make you wet kitten. I don’t know if I should even stick my fingers
inside to help you out.” He challenged with his fingers stroking at your
entrance. Your head rolled back but instead of giving in you pouted batting
your eyelashes looking at him.
“But doctor you promised to make me feel better! You
insisted. Like you said, it’s our secret, right?” You asked and he groaned
“Our dirty little secret kitten. Now then let’s see if I can
persuade this pussy to do what I want.” Hoseok smiled up at you sliding his
ring and middle finger inside of you slowly. He pushed himself knuckles deep
leaning forward to lick some of the wetness from your pussy lips. His eyes
drank up the sight before him and it only made his want grow deeper. Hoseok
watched your lips part he could feel how warm and wet you were. How your walls
fit snug around his fingers and he couldn’t help but wonder how good they would
feel around his cock as he pounded into you. But one thing at a time. Hoseok
started to pull his fingers back, only to push them back forward fingering you
slowly. His eyes held yours for a moment, his thumb reaching up to tap against
your clit causing your hips to jerk. He smirked rubbing it in using a circular
motion on you before he changed it to just up and down. His fingers curved
inside of you and he increased his speed standing up to tower over your bound
body. He pushed his fingers a bit deeper curving them to make a come-hither
motion inside of you. Soon he was scissoring you out adding a third finger
inside of you. “It seems your pussy is so tight. Your fiancé doesn’t fuck you
too much, does he?” He asked you trying to keep a conversation going his other
hand caressing the inside of your thighs causing them to shake as you breathed
“He is always busy. S-so he doesn’t get to play with kitten
that much. But kitten gets just as busy with things so-“ Your head rolled back
as you let out a loud cry trying to keep your hips still.
“Mmm. It sounds like you both need to learn how to time
manage.” Hoseok scolded fingering his digits faster inside of your pussy. Lewd squelching
noises could be heard as he moved his three fingers inside of you. Your stomach
tightened and Hoseok noticed every little movement you made.
“We try.” You huffed out gently.
“Try harder.” He growled at you, fucking growled at you.
Crying out your head hit the sheets. He knew how wet that made you, how weak
that got you. He started to shake his hand side to side pushing his thick
fingers deeper inside of you. Using such force, he had to control himself, his
veins popping out his neck and his muscles flexing as he let his speed pick up.
He was rewarded with your wetness, your body writhing as you hollered out his
name legs jerking. You squirted for him, the wetness getting on his arm and the
sheets under you and a little bit on the bottom of his shirt. Hoseok moaned as
he watched you continuing to pull your wetness from you for a few more seconds
before he took his hand back. He grinned wickedly licking on his fingers
watching you. “Well. I don’t think it’s your body that’s the problem. You both
are probably doing something wrong.”
“Are you sure. It wasn’t just pure luck?” You asked
breathing deeply against the sheets pushing back up to rest on your elbows.
Hoseok eyes glinted with something you couldn’t read. Instead of saying
anything he shoved his three fingers back inside of you shaking them like he
had done moving them side to side.
“Hoseok!” You shouted out rolling back against the bed hips
jerking as you tried to fuck his fingers your fingers pulling harder onto the
sheets. He smirked in success pulling his fingers back after another round of
your water covered the sheets and him. He licked his fingers again pulling off
the white lab coat and throwing it on his desk. He rubbed his hands together
going to get on his knees in front of you. He let his tongue lick up and down
your slit. He leaned close to place his mouth on your pussy moaning as he
licked your pussy slowly. He licked on your clit slowly and even slower he let
his tongue move down to your entrance circling it around your opening before he
pulled back and went down lower. Spreading your ass cheeks wide he pressed his
warm tongue against your asshole. He looked up at you slowly sliding his tongue
into your ass hole groaning as the tightness sucked him in and gripped around
his muscle. He used his thumb to press back against your clit just holding it
there causing you to let out a needy whine. Your hand move to grab at his hair.
“Who told you to touch the doctor?” Hoseok asked as he
pulled back from you to peer down at you. Wordlessly you let his hair go but he
slapped your pussy demanding an answer.
“No one! I’m sorry d..”
“D?” He asked and you puffed out your cheeks.
“I’m sorry doctor.” You replied coolly. He leaned forward to
bite against your thigh leaving a purple hickey before he pulled back moving to
open his drawer once again. He pulled out some toys moving back to the bed
setting them down beside you.
He pressed a ridged dildo against your pussy. Turning on a
little button to make it vibrate he rubbed it up and down your dripping pink
slit. He tapped it against your entrance watching as it got coated with your
juices. He slid in the toy into your pussy making sure it was deep inside
thrusting it in and out slowly. His other hand grabbed at some lube under the
bed, he poured it on crystal pink jeweled butt plug letting his fingers circle
the toy around your entrance. Slowly he pushed it inside of your tight asshole.
You grunted in slight pain and he leaned over to take your nipples back into
his mouth sucking on them before he pulled back to let his mouth travel
upwards. He sucked on your skin, tongue darting out to lick across your
collarbone he littered your skin with dark bruises. He buried his face in your
neck inhaling your intoxicating scent. Moaning your name softly he thrusted the
toy harder inside of your pussy. The bumps and ridges grazed your walls causing
your hips to circle. He pulled back to push his forehead against yours looking
in your eyes. He pressed a few tiny kisses against your lips.
“Your pussy is talking baby girl. Let me hear you.” He cooed
licking across your bottom lip and you nodded giving in. Opening your mouth a
bit wider you moaned for him, his hand picking up the speed more with the toy
he wanted to make you cum as many times as you would let him. He leaned down to
lick across your clit nibbling on it gently. “I love it when my kitten is being
so good for me.” He breathed out against your soaked pussy eyeing you with want
and need the look alone had you wanted to cum.
“D-doctor please.” You breathed out head rolling back and
back arching off the soft sheets gently.
“Yes go on.” He called out flicking his tongue faster
against your pussy.
“Can I cum please?” You asked him, your stomach was
tightening and you were gripping the toy for dear life. Hoseok hummed looking
at you before he bit on the inside of your thigh humming against your skin. “No
hold it.” He warned picking up speed yet again watching as your body trembled against
the bed. You opened your mouth wanting to protest but with one flick of his wrist
he was hard against your spot fucking you and he knew he had you. You continued
to suck on the air licking your chapped lips cursing silently to yourself. You
didn’t know how long you could last with him fucking your spot. Your body
writhed against the sheets, sweat starting to form at the center of your
forehead, your body was starting to heat up more it was crazy how much
restraint you had. It hurt in the most pleasurable of ways. He licked up your
pussy to your stomach licking around the flesh he bit harshly on your spot
against your belly button causing you to holler out, your orgasm trickling down
slowly as you released. Hoseok immediately pulled the toy back glaring down at
you. He crawled on the bed gripping at your hair harshly he pulled you up.
“I’m so sorry!” You cried out but Hoseok wasn’t hearing it.
He shoved the toy into your mouth with the vibrations still on. He jammed it
into your mouth causing you to deepthroat it choking lightly he pushed it down
your throat enjoying the spit that he was causing on falling from your lips
down to your chin. Your eyes were watery but he had no mercy. He pulled the toy
back slapping the wet item against your breast and your cheeks and shoved it
back into your mouth to make you suck your juices off some more. Once he was
done he turned off the toy and threw it on the bed, grabbing at his glasses to
take them off so they wouldn’t be in the way anymore. He moved to grab at your
ankles and you felt your stomach drop lower into your legs. You thought it
would be over but Hoseok gripped at your ankles pulling you down and off the
bed onto your knees.
You watched as he slowly stripped himself of all of his
clothes and folded them up to press them on the desk. He looked at you walking
towards you slowly. “You know what to do.” He said clenching his teeth.
“Yes daddy.” You mewled slightly grabbing his cock with your
hands. Your hand pumped him once before your tongue went from your parted lips
to flick across his slit. You started to suck on his head not wanting to tease
the man anymore because you were in trouble. You started to suck harder on his
shaft instantly hollowing your cheeks to suck him in deeper. Your hand played
with his balls as you bobbed your head up and down quickly. He was loving it.
His hands moved to tangle into your smooth locks, he pulled on your hair
pulling your head down until you were taking him inch for inch. Your nose
pressing against the base of his dick. You looked up at him, he spread his legs
wide, moaning as you swallowed around him. Of course, you choked a little bit
and your eyes watered but for him you took it all. Pulling back from him you
moved your lips to lick across his balls sucking and playing with them your
hand worked on stroking him faster. He growled slightly the pleasure building
up in his body. Hoseok couldn’t hold too much. “On the bed. Now.” Hoseok weakly
growled out voice quivering as he watched you move around.
You moved to crawl on the bed, laying on your back. Hoseok
pulled you to him once again spreading your legs wide he let his cock twitch
and tap against your heat. He started to grind himself against you crawling
over you. Hoseok eyed you letting his cock get more wet with your juices. He
let the tip of his cock graze against your clit. “You came without permission. So,
in order for me to fuck you, then you need to beg.” He ordered in a stern
“I want daddy inside of my tight little pussy. I need daddy
to make it better to stretch me out. I need daddy pounding into me fucking my
brain out. Making me weak taking my breath away. I want my daddy’s cum deep
inside of my slutty little pussy. I want to feel every inch being slammed into
me-“ Hoseok cut you off slamming his hips forward to bury himself inside of
your tight pussy. His hand pressing against your throat lightly pinning you to
bed he started to lurch his hips forward burying himself to the hilt each town
he entered inside of you. Your voice failed you and it was replaced with screams
and you were trying to focus on feeling every inch of him. Hoseok smirked
taking out the anal plug from your asshole. His thumb was replaced and he
thrusted it in and out of you causing you to feel more full and take him in. He
used his dancing hips on you winding and grinding his hips against your body
not breaking the space as his balls slapped your ass. He looked down at you
feeling his cock throb inside of you the need to release was deep. Your walls
were so warm and intoxicating and he couldn’t do anything but he had to hold
out for you. Closing his hand tighter around your neck he closed off your air
using his force to slide you up and down the bed with every thrust. He watched
as the air drained from your body, your hands were beside you until your air
was getting cut off. Slowly using all of your strength you whimpered out to
press your hand on top of his as you were blacking out. Hoseok moved his thumb
from your ass snapping against your spot. He released your throat barking out
“Cum.” Hoseok commanded using both hands to slam you down on
“Thank you, daddy!” You cried out as the pleasure rushed
through your body. Your juices were slipping out of your pussy unstopped as
Hoseok without mercy fucked you into the mattress. He watched you unravel and
lose yourself for him. With a few more thrusts he was burying thick white loads
of cum inside of you. He leaned over you moving his hands up your body to rest
on his elbows. He rested on top of you breathing deeply. His colored hair
plastered against his forehead as he looked at you with his bangs falling in
his eyes. Sweat dripping off of his face Hoseok picked you up off of the bed
shaking his head. He started to slam you up and down on his cock, your hands
pressing down on his shoulder blades and you shouted out, your pussy feeling overstimulated
and very sensitive. He fucked you like a ragdoll snapping his hips against
yours bruising your hips with his own. Your ass was becoming sore again as the
pain from the slapping came back. He smirked biting on your bottom lip as he
let his erected cock plow into you. Since you were in such a state you were
cumming again on his cock tears streaming down from your face as you let your
voice ring out for him. Gibberish trying to come out as you spoke Hoseok
groaned cumming with you releasing a few more ropes of cum. Your name falling
from his lips and a few cruse words. He held your body against his pressing
kisses up your neck before he laid sideways with you. Smiling softly down at
you he played in your sweaty hair humming tiredly.
“How did I do princess?” He asked cupping your cheeks.
“Princess is thoroughly fucked and very happy now daddy.” You
complimented your lover kissing his lips deeply. “Just promise you will never
cheat.” You teased and he chuckled.
“I’m such a horrible doctor. I don’t think I would last all
day. But I can cure your sadness. Because I’m your hope and your sunshine. But
you’re my everything and nothing can compare to you. So don’t ever forget that.”
He spoke softly. You let your fingers cup his cheek stroking his skin you
giggled looking up at the ceiling.
“I’m glad you feel that way though because I don’t want to
share-“ You were cut off by a soft snore and being startled you looked down at
Hoseok who was fast asleep with one arm tightening around your waist keeping
you close. Laughing softly you kissed on his lips shutting your eyes as well
knowing that since he was buried inside of you he would wake you up with sex
It had been a couple of months since I had met Spider-Man- well, Peter. Peter Parker.
As I descended down the stairs, walking away from my school, I saw a familiar brown haired boy. I rushed over to him and smiled.
“H-Hi. I’m Park-P-Peter Parker. By the way.” He stuttered his words out. “But you know that I’m- you know.” I giggled. I couldn’t seem to wipe this smile off my face.
“Y-Y/N L/N.” We stood in silence for a moment. “Oh- that’s my name… By the way.” He laughed and stuffed his hands in his pocket.
“I told you I’d find you. Not in a creepy stalker way though- I jus- Uh do you want me to walk you home?” He smiled nervously. I pretended to think for a moment and put my hand on my chin.
“I don’t know. If you’re willing to. I live halfway across down soo-”
“That is totally fine. Actually, I would prefer to walk you home now. To spend… More time with you.” He blushed a dark shade of red. My cheeks were starting to hurt from me trying not to smile so widely.
“Then yes- you can walk with me.” I bit my lip and walked down the steps, keeping my eyes on him. He walked down with me and we started on our way back to my place.
He didn’t head home until later that day. He stayed a while in my apartment. And that sure as hell wasn’t the first day he walked me home and then stayed over. He asked me out after about two or so weeks after that day. So that would mean we’ve been together for about three months now. And I feel like ‘soulmates’ is just and under statement. It’s like Peter and I were made for each other. I mean we were… But that’s not the point. A knock at my window wiped my mind of what I was thinking of before. My head turned and my eyes connected with Spider-Mans eyeglasses. Peter. I honestly do not know what they’re called, his eye glass things, but he looks cute in his mask so I don’t care. I jumped from my bed and lifted my window up. He slid inside my room and I closed the window after him.
“Hello- Spider-Man. Is there a reason such a marvellous hero has come to see me! Y/N! What a gracious-”
“Babbee-” He tore off his mask and chuckled at me. “Spider-Man was just lonely and wanted to see his beautiful girlfriend.”
“Like… Lonely lonely?” I looked up and down his body and exaggeratedly winked. “Or just lonely.” I laughed putting my hands around his neck.
“I think a little bit of both. I mean our four month anniversary is coming up soon.” He kissed my cheek.
“Yeah, in like three weeks. Also, why celebrate a four month anniversary. Why not celebrate at like six months and a year?” He grinned down at me.
“Why not celebrate every day.” He shrugged and leaned down, pressing his lips against mine. I pulled my head back.
“Because if we celebrated every day I would be broke. Hate to break it to you Spidey-Boy but you’re expensive.” I smirked up at him and he sighed.
“I’m not that expensive… I just like things that cost a lot of money. I’m tired of digging through dumpsters!” He pushed away and pressed the button in the middle of his suit. With that, his suit fell to the floor revealing his half naked body. I could never get over how good he looked.
“I know- that’s why I’d suffer bankruptcy for you.” He laughed at my comment. My eyes trailed to his chest. He was ripped and I don’t know if it was from working out by saving all those people or from the spider bite.
“Seriously though, Y/N, don’t buy me to much stuff. Like my limit is 100$… A year. So no more. As for you, your limit is like 300$ cause you deserve everything.” He grabbed one of his sweaters off my floor, that he left from the last time he was over, and slipped it on.
“Everything, huh? Well, thank you, Baby.” I smiled and hopped on my bed. “Does that mean I can get one of Starks-”
“Nope. Ok not everything. Cause if I take or borrow or give you anything of Mr. Starks I might get tracked down and hunted.” He crawled into bed next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist.
“True- True. Maybe you could introduce me to Mr. Stark sometime tho. I mean I’m just your girlfriend so it’s not that important.” I sighed dramatically while smiling.
“I mean I probably could-” I turned over to face him.
“Wait- really? Like actually? You would introduce me to Tony Stark?”
“Yeah I mean you are my girlfriend, as you just said, so he might be glad to put a face behind a name… I seem to talk about you a lot on missions.” I giggled.
“I would hope so. I wouldn’t want you talking about any other gorgeous and amazing girls.” I yawned as he spoke.
“Ah, but you see-” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “- you’re the only gorgeous and amazing and stunning girl I know. And the only gorgeous and amazing and stunning girl I know seems to be a bit tired.” I giggled at his words.
“Very, I mean it is-” I turned my head to face my digital clock next to my bed. “12:46.” I said. “On a school night.” He groaned.
“I really don’t want to go to school. My back hurts. Oh! Did I tell you that that one robber came back and he tried to rob the same bank and I tried-” I tuned out his voice and just looked at the features on his face. I loved it when he talked about his day as Spider-Man because he was always so happy while explaining everything, but sometimes I just liked to look at his facial expressions while he explained everything. I tuned back into what he was saying.
“-and I was like-” He made a web shooting sound “-and then he was like 'ahh!’ then I left him there all webbed up so the police could take him in- again!” He laughed. “It was a crazy day.” I nodded and then snuggled my head into his chest.
“It seems like it.” I mumbled against his shirt. I heard him shoot his web somewhere in my room and when my room became dark I put two and two together, figuring out he turned off my light.
“Hey Y/N…” He whispered.
“Yeah?” I asked and leaned my head up to meet his face.
“I love youuu.” He said, dragging the 'u’. I giggled and nestled my face in the crook of his neck.
“I love you toooo.” I replied, copying him but dragging the 'o’ instead. He chuckled, causing my body to shake with his.
“Night, Babe.” He mumbled quietly. I made a 'mmh’ sound against his chest and slowly drifted to sleep to the rhythm of his heart beating.
a dog tries to starve itself to prove that it’s hungry.
tw for self harm, suicide etc
i am a walking contradiction. i want to be a man but i love like a woman. i ask you to hit me but i flinch before you do.
ain’t that some shit.
i push you down, press you into the mattress and i’m good, quiet as i guide your knife to my stomach. i don’t say a word as you slice me open. no, that’s a lie. i cry like a bitch. i always cry like a bitch.
i cry in empty bathtubs, on cold floors. i cry in drugstore aisles, hoping you hear it and praying you ignore it.
i cry thinking about the afterlife as i stare at razorblades and my fingers twitch, itch.
i’m a dreamer, i never said they were good dreams.
everything is a temptation but my cowardice keeps me locked up; a damsel in distress but she doesn’t wanna be saved, she wants to get worse.
i think about pills and sharp metal but all i do is lie in bed. if i did it i’d be the first in the local paper in years, the fame i’d always dreamed of.
sarcasm sarcasm sarcasm
i say i’m burning out, but that’s another lie, candles don’t burn unless you light them and all my matches seem to have gotten wet. (unless i never bought matches in the first place? sounds like me.)
i take my frustrations out on bathroom stall doors and hotel walls and i tell myself i like the pain (i don’t, i don’t, i wish i did). i think i’ve found my capital-letter People but that’s another lie (we really should be keeping track of these) because i’ll never fit in, i’m never enough, can’t even hurt myself right.
x for a kiss i crave but am too afraid to ask of you.
y for my fickle brain and all its questions.
z for nothing. for zero. i’m going to bed to feel it. goodnight my dear. even my poems are wannabes.
Peter and Y/N can’t get their hands off of each other at school and end up having a make out session in the janitor’s closet.
Make out session! What a surprise…
A/N: I originally wrote this as Life Changing Part 4 but somehow I wanted this to be this to be a oneshot too but… Idk. I made it both. It’s a continuation of Life Changing but you can read it without the other parts, too. So… yeah. Enjoy! :)
Making my way through the overcrowded hallway, I could already see Peter and Ned standing next to Peter’s locker and walked towards them.
A smile crept on my face, thinking about this makeout session from last week before I reached them.
“Morning, boys.”, I greeted them, my hand reaching out to take Peter’s to interwine our fingers. While Ned had greeted me with a tired “Hey, Y/N.” Peter gave me a huge smile and planted a kiss on my lips.
“Aww, you guys are cute. It’s almost disgusting.”, Ned chuckled and made a face, causing me to laugh.
“You’re just jealous that you don’t have such a beautiful girlfriend.”, Peter replied proudly, releasing my hand to put his arm around my shoulder and pressing me into his warm side. Slowly I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks and turned my head to smile at my boyfriend.
“At least I’m not the one being so mushy all the time.”, Ned shot back playfully, while we were heading to our first class.
I saw Peter roll his eyes, quietly groaning in annoyance before he took my hand again.
Chemics was boring. Also, I was too dumb for this… Peter wouldn’t talk to me during class, his eyes glued to the teacher. I couldn’t help but stare at him, admiring him and his interest in school. It was hard to understand what was going on in his head.
Slowly, my hand roamed over the table to take Peter’s left hand and pull it towards me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Peter looking at me briefly but he turned back when I started playing with his fingers. My fingertips brushed over his soft hand, drawing lines over his palm and fingers. Pushing his sweater up his forearm, I freed his wrist to draw on it too. A sun, a flower, a house, a heart.
“You’re distracting me.”, he whispered softly without looking at me and continued making notes.
“That’s the plan.”, I responded quietly and saw the corner of his mouth slightly go upwards.
Still getting no attention from Peter, I let go of his hands and placed my hand on his knee. “Don’t.”, he mumbled, his jaw clenching as I tightened my grib. With a smug grin on my face I started caressing his tigh, making him shift around on his chair.
His left hand went under the table to take my hand away, placing it on the table and holding it firmly. His hand was warm, almost hot, filling me up with warmth like always.
I freed my hand again, holding his with my other hand before my right hand disappeared under the table again. This time I put my hand on the inside of his tigh, my thumb rubbing against the rough material. He tensed up visibly when my hand wandered closer to him before he finally looked at me. My hand stopped as soon as I saw his dark eyes staring into mine, this usual cute, innocent expression not being there anymore.
“I can’t… concentrate.”, he breathed out shakily and took my hand again, this time interwining our fingers.
His face was flushed and he ran his fingers nervously through the locks on his forehead. Being satisfied with this flustered version of Peter, I quit teasing him.
It wasn’t very long until the bell rang and I quickly stood up, innocently smiling at Peter. “See you later, Peter.”, I chuckled before ruffling his hair and leaving the class room to get to my next class.
English. Even more boring than chemics At least I was able to understand something but it was still boring as hell. Time didn’t seem to pass while I tried to participate but my mind always went back to Peter.
After the bell finally rang, I put my books in my locker before walking over to Peter’s. I could already see him stand in front of the locker and Ned was nowhere to be seen. Approaching Peter from behind, I covered his eyes and whispered “Guess who?” In his ear before pressing a kiss on his neck.
“It’s Ned! Who else would it be?”, he answered sarcastically before closing his locker and turning around to look at me. “Maybe your gorgeous girlfriend.”, I laughed playfully, throwing my hair back with a swift move.
He chuckled softly but then we were silently facing each other before he nervously spoke up, “Why did you touch me in the middle of class?”
“I was bored.”, I simply said with a sly smile on my lips, my hand brushing over his arm. “B-But you can’t… just… touch me like that in public”, he claimed, stuttering and watching me with a flustered expression.
“Why not?”, I chuckled, stepping closer to him so that our faces were a few inches apart.
“It m-makes me… want to kiss you.”, he admitted quietly, his breath hitting my face gently. “You’re my boyfriend. You can kiss me whenever you want.”, I whispered back before pecking his lips briefly.
“But I really want to kiss you. Like really… like last week! And we’re at school… that’s…”, he stumbled over his words before I interrupted him, “…not a problem. Follow me.”
Grabbing his hand, I pulled him with me around the corner and he realised that I was heading for the janitor’s closet. “Oh, no. He’ll catch us.”, Peter objected but let me push him inside after I checked the hallway for anyone paying attention to us.
I closed the door behind us before I noticed Peter being extremely tensed, looking at me in shock. “Relax, Petey.”, I teased him, my hands wandering over his arms to his neck. “Ugh, don’t call me that.”, he mumbled in annoyance, the dimmed light making his eyes look even darker. “I don’t want to be late for class.”, he mumbled, his eyes already closed before he took a deep breath and suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me closer.
Our lips collided shortly after, so hard that we both groaned but neither of us cared. He breathed in loudly when my hands went up to the back of his neck, drawing circles through his strands. Our wet lips moved together perfectly even though our noses kept getting in the way.
His hands grabbed my waist tightly, pulling me against him over and over again but we couldn’t get any closer. I moaned loadly when he bit my lip rather harshly and he pulled back in shock but I only pushed myself forward, pressing him against the cupboard and making him groan.
When our lips met again, Peter’s grib tightened and seconds later he pushed his tongue between my lips before our tongues touched. Both of us moaned while our hands were constantly wandering of each others body, not being able to touch something else.
His hands stopped at my hips, his fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of my shirt. “Ugh, Peter, just touch me!”, I mumbled against his lips, impatiently putting his hands under my shirt and on my stomach. His hands were extremely warm and my body would’ve heated up if my skin wasn’t already on fire.
“You’re so soft.”, Peter moaned while his hands continued stroking my abdomen and my sides before I realised that this was the first time that he was actually touching my lower body with his bare hands. That was why he was so nervous…
“Peter!”, I gasped when he turned us, harshly pushing me against the wall next to the cupboard. With his hot body pressing against me and the cold wall against my back, I moaned again when Peter’s lips withdrawed and placed themselves on my neck.
“Aunt May won’t interrupt me now…”, he mentioned quietly, his breath causing a tingling feeling.
My hands ran through his hair over and over again while he made my flesh crawl, working his wet lips on the sensitive skin under my ear.
I moaned again, rather loudly this time, letting my head fall onto his shoulder when his teeth grazed over my skin.
Mindlessly pulling on his hair, he groaned before he slightly tugged down my shirt over my right shoulder to suck on my collar bone.
“Peter, wait…”, I started and he pulled himself back, causing me to whine at the loss of his contact. “Hmm?”, he raised his eyebrows. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No… GOD NO. It’s just… we should get back.”, I pointed out and Peter’s only reaction was the cute pout on his lips.
“But we’re having so much fun!”, he objected, his lips stayed apart while he looked at me.
“What happened to my innocent school boy?”, I gasped dramatically, making him chuckle.
His lips attached themselves to the left side of my neck this time, peppering it with kisses. “Puperty. I guess it’s the fucking hormones!”, he mumbled in annoyance, his cursing shocking me. He never cursed!
I slightly pushed him away from me, instantly missing the feeling of his wet lips against my skin. “Honestly, Peter, as much as I love making out with you in the janitor’s closet… we should go to class.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”, he mumbled but pressed his lips on mine again.
After I straightened my shirt, I noticed Peter’s hair sticking out in every direction and I tried to fix it before we left the closet, slowly opening the door and closing it again.
The hallway was even more crowded then it was before and now a few pupils turned their heads to look at us, confused expressions facing us.
A look at Peter told me that he was uncomfortable, his cheeks blushing while he was nervously avoiding eye contact. It was like something had clipped in his head and was now the shy, innocent boy again.
I grabbed his hand, interwining our fingers, and grinned at him. He smiled back after he looked up from the ground, looking around almost proudly.
I small giggle escaped my lips before Ned suddenly ran towards us and stood in front of us.
“Where we’re you guys? I’ve been looking everywhere for you…”, Ned panted and Peter and I only exchanged a look before Peter cockily answered, “Well, you didn’t.”
Ned rolled his eyes before his gaze stuck on my neck, his eyes widening. “You didn’t?!”, he gasped as my hand shot up to my neck, covering it awkwardly. “Yeah, we did.”, Peter exclaimed proudly and I hit his chest playfully.
He gave me one of his loving smiles before we started to go to our next class.
“Way to go, bro!”, I heard Ned whisper to Peter, who just grinned even wider, his teeth grazing over his still swollen lips that I wanted to kiss again so badly.
Summary: Jungkook’s had a bad day at work and could use a little stress relief.
Note: i’ve been craving some domestic jungkook smut so i decided to write some. i wouldn’t consider this yalls late christmas present… how about a late stocking stuffer? LOL. also, for the first time ever.. jungkook isn’t totally dom daddy in this GASPPPPP (ok maybe a lil. doNT LOOK AT ME)
Words couldn’t express how glad he was that today was finally over. Work about drove him fucking insane today, so to say that he was happy as he walked through the front door was quite the understatement.
He kicked his shoes off by the door and tossed his keys onto the bar, looking around the apartment as he undid the first few buttons of his shirt, looking for you. “Baby?” He called out, and when he got no response he knew you were probably in the bedroom.
So he began to trudge his way in there, scratching the back of his neck and realizing how excited he felt to see you after such a long and irritating day. You always knew how to calm him down.