resting the legs

Movie night

Pairing; Park Jimin x Reader

Words; 3.2k

Genre; Angst (if you squint), PURE SMUT, Fluff (if you look real closely)

Summary; You and Jimin have been in a 6 month long relationship and the most you’ve done is make-out. During a movie night you deicde to push the boundaries but things don’t go as planned.

A/N; I’m still low-key sick so this isn’t perfect but I tried!

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BTS reaction to you getting shy over public skinship.

Request: can i please request a reaction if you have time and if they are open to when their s/o likes to be very cuddly alone but if someone is there with them they get super shy and embarrassed thank you so much.

A/N: finally, after a while, I got some inspo to write reactions, hope you enjoy this piece of fluff.


SEOKJIN
Jin was cooking dinner for the boys. They were coming over to have a movie night; you were okay with it but you preferred to have Jin for yourself. With their comeback he barely had time for you so you couldn’t help yourself, whenever he was around, you went in your full clingy mood. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his shoulder. Jin sighed happily and took your hands into his.. When you heard the doorbell, you pulled away. Seokjin rolled his eyes and went to open the door, when he came back, he asked you to switch places. You nodded. You were about to grab the knife to cut the vegetables when you felt arms around your waist.“What are you doing?” You frowned and tried to turn around to face him.

“I asked you to switch places,” you nodded “and since you won’t hug me when those monkeys are around, I will do it,” he smiled and pecked your lips.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

YOONGI.

You were worried, Yoongi was gone for more than 8h, no messages or calls. You went to the studio. You figured he would be so engulfed in his work that he wouldn’t notice you until you wrapped your arms around him, that’s how it worked most of the time, except this time, it was different. As soon as you walked in the studio, there was a mop of brown hair resting against your chest as two arms wrapped around your waist. You looked down at Yoongi. He was sitting on his chair while hugging you tightly. You smiled, running your hands through his hair while asking “did my baby miss me?” You were so focused on Yoongi that you didn’t realize the rest of Bangtan was there until you heard them coo. When you looked up, you came face to face with a standing Jimin, phone in hands, about to take a picture. You blushed and pulled out of Yoongi’s grip. The latter frowned at your reaction and pushed Jimin away. He grabbed your arm and pulled you down onto his lap “We can leave now, he doesn’t need us anymore” you hid your face on his neck, embarrassed and Yoongi smiled, mumbling a “that’s right” while kissing your head.

Originally posted by meanyoongis

HOSEOK
You were sitting between his legs, resting your back on his chest while you played with his hands. Hoseok had been working on the choreo for the comeback but as soon as he got a break, he called you. You were lost in your mind so you didn’t realize that the maknae had walked in. When you heard Hoseok talk to someone, you opened your eyes and looked at Jeongguk. You pulled away embarrassed, trying to hide your face in your hands. Hoseok cooed at your cuteness, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

Originally posted by hobies

NAMJOON.

You asked Namjoon for help to get over your shyness before the album party, you never thought Namjoon would use said party to help you. Whenever someone came near the two of you, he happily wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. He introduced you as his girlfriend and the girl who stole his heart. Namjoon kept smiling and when he saw you blush, he pulled you even closer, kissing your head and whispering “you get even prettier when you’re embarrassed”. It wasn’t the most comfortable way, but it worked.

Originally posted by jjeonguk

JIMIN

You were watching a movie with the guys when Jimin wrapped his arms around you. You looked around at the rest of the boys but their focus was on the movie. After some time tho, the movie got boring and Taehyung looked at his best friend, trying to get his attention. When you locked eyes with Taehyung you blushed and hid in Jimin’s chest. Jimin, being the tiny ball he is, also got shy. He wrapped you in a blanket because “baby if you can’t see them, they can’t see you” You smiled fondly at his words and kissed his cheek. 

Originally posted by jiyoongis

TAEHYUNG.
You decided to surprise Taehyung since he had been working all day. The guys loved you so you had a spare key to the dorms. When you reached Taehyungs room, you walked in and sat down on his bed. After one hour of waiting you decided to lay down and wait for him. Practice was supposed to end around 9 but it was already 10. You felt your eyes close and you curled on a pillow, drifting away. You were so out of it that you didn’t realize your boyfriend had arrived until you felt his arms wrap around you. You opened your eyes to peck his lips but then you saw Namjoon walking to his bed, you frowned and tried to push Taehyung away. He whined and tightened his hold around you “you’re not leaving today, I missed you so much, I need to cuddle my favorite human” Taehyung smiled, nuzzling his nose on your cheek as you blushed furiously. Namjoon chuckled grabbing his pillow “I will sleep on the couch, sweet dreams my favorite humans”. You blushed even more if possible and mumbled an apology while hiding your face in your boyfriend’s chest. “See, you made him leave” Taehyung joked and you pulled away pouting, he smiled and placed kisses all over your face “i missed you sooooo much”

Originally posted by jjks

JEONGGUK.

Jeongguk called you over to play video games as soon as the members fell asleep. You played for one hour but got tired of losing so you gave up. You were sitting on top of Jeongguk, head nuzzled on his neck while he played with your hair when you heard Seokjin walk downstairs. You were quick to move, sitting down next to Jeongguk and taking the controller. When you looked at your boyfriend and saw his teasing smile, you coughed awkwardly and said “so, are you ready for some ass beating?”

“I was ready for some cuddles,” he stuck his bottom lip out in a pout “I’m cold now” You poked his cheek and said the words that would make him forget everything “aww someone is afraid of losing”.

That was enough to make him take the controller and forget about everything.

Originally posted by jkguks

Neighbors


Inspired by Shawn’s recent Instagram story and this line:

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”


She sighed, looking around the mess that is her new apartment. Her back hurt, her arms were burning and she was so exhausted, she felt like passing out.

“Where do these boxes go, hun?” her dad asked, holding up a box with “books” written on it.

“Just put those in my bedroom, thanks,” she replied, taking a sip from the beer her best friend had handed her.

Moving into your new fancy place in Toronto could be really awesome but also very tiring and she groaned, seeing all the boxes in her living room she had to unpack.

Her best friend put an arm around her shoulders and as if she could read her friend’s mind she said: “Hey, the view makes this bearable, don’t you think?”

She grinned at her friend, squinting her eyes a little because the sun is shining bright on the balcony. “Yeah, true. The view made me buy this!”

“So… when’s the housewarming party?” her friend asked, raising her perfectly arched eyebrows.

The girl shrugged. “I have to put actual furniture here first. And clean up. And decorate.”

“Yes, yes, Miss to-do-list, I get it. It has to be perfect, I know. As always,” her friend stated, rolling her eyes.

They laughed as they go back inside and she knew she’s nowhere near done yet but she already feels at home. It’s a warm feeling. And she knew this is where she belongs.


Three weeks later

She’s on her way to the elevator, carrying a bag with groceries and another shopping bag from H&M because she just couldn’t resist buying that cute dress and the sweater she really needed as the concierge calls her name.

“Excuse me, Miss!”

She turns around. “Yes?”

“Could I ask you for a favor, please?”

She smiles a little, nodding. “Yeah, sure.”

“I have a parcel for… um,” he looks at the box, “Mister Shawn Mendes. Your neighbor. I know he hasn’t been home for quite a while but could you just take this for me? I have no space to store this and I would have asked Mrs. Johnson from 310 c but she would just forget about it, you know how she is…”

He smiles at her apologetically and she nods again. “Yeah, I can take it. I mean… I haven’t seen my neighbor yet and I don’t know him but I guess it’s a nice way to say hello”

“He’s very nice. You’ll get along perfectly,” the concierge says with a smirk. “You are both young and so hardworking! And both charming young things.”

She smiles back. “Yeah, we’ll see about that and um… thanks!”

She takes the parcel, briefly looking at it in the elevator. It says “Armani headquarters” on it and it got sent all the way from Milan. She raises her eyebrows a little.

Must be nice being a superstar. Getting free designer stuff all the time.

She felt a bit insecure when she found out who her neighbor was. 

Living door to door with a teenage pop sensation slash superstar could be a bit frightening, knowing how famous he really was.

She dreaded the thought of having lunatic fangirls standing in front of her door, screaming and shouting Shawn’s name but so far it has been very quiet and she hasn’t seen him yet as he was probably busy being the good looking popstar he was, traveling the world, making girls scream wherever he went.

She didn’t really get the hype. 

Her best friend freaked out when she found out who the mysterious neighbor was, making her want to move in with her. 

Or camping on Shawn Mendes’ doormat.

But the girl living in the condo next to him, didn’t get too excited. Sure, he was good looking and talented and cute and all of that.

But she didn’t understand how people could scream and shout, seeing him, shoving phones into his face for a selfie when he was just a regular person who happened to sing and play the guitar.

She didn’t understand until she saw him. In person.

It was a Saturday and she knew he was home.

There were footsteps in the hall, male voices, sounds of a guitar and doors shutting and she took a deep breath, brushed her hair and ringed the bell.

She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, heck, she was in her gym shorts and a loose band shirt she got at a concert some time ago. And she was wearing fuzzy socks.

Not sexy at all.

And she regretted her outfit choice as soon as she saw him, standing in the doorframe, looking like a Greek God or something. A light stubble, messy brown curls sticking up slightly, wearing black pants and a white t shirt that fitted him well and as he looked at her, eyes a bit sleepy and a wry smile spreading across his plump lips, she had to swallow thickly.

He blinked twice.

She looked down at the parcel and up at him.

“Um… hi!”

“Hi,” he said in a deep, raspy voice, smiling down at her.

“I’m your new neighbor and I wanted to say hi and I have this parcel for you and um… yeah, hi…” she rambled, blushing a bit because he was looking at her in a way that made her nervous.

He was checking her out. Briefly looking her up and down and she squared her shoulders a little.
His gaze rested on her bare legs for a little bit too long and he bit his bottom lip in a way that made her heart flutter and race and she felt hot suddenly.

“Oh, thank you so much!” he smiled brightly, taking the parcel from her. It looked tiny in his hands. “And nice to meet you,” he added, stretching his hand out. “I’m Shawn”

She shook his hand, saying her name.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

He leaned against the doorframe, obviously not in a hurry to close the door.

“I just hope I don’t bother you with my music. I’m working on something right now and it can get a bit… loud,” he said with a smug grin, dipping his head a little, after nodding into the direction of his condo.

He was towering over her, playing with the parcel in his huge hands and she looked at his long fingers, noticing a silver ring on his middle finger. He was wearing a black watch that looked cool and expensive and she pressed her lips together. She understood it now. The hype. The fangirls.

He looked like a teenage dream. Almost as if he wasn’t real.

Too handsome for his own good.

She looked up at him. “No, um, all good. I don’t mind.”

He gives her a crooked smile, licking his sinfully plump lips. “Okay, good. Just tell me if it’s too loud… and if you need anything I’m right here,” he said in that soft voice of his she already found so endearing.

She awkwardly shifted her weight from one foot to another. “Yeah, thanks! Goes both ways… the if you need anything thing… not the music thing, obviously…”

She blushed and he smiled at her, running his fingers through his curls. “Yeah,” he replied, never breaking eye contact and she felt like dying on that door mat of his.

“Okay, so I should try this on, I guess,” he frowned, looking at the parcel and she nodded.

“Must be something nice… coming from Italy,” she smiled and suddenly regretted her words. “I only saw that it’s from Milan, I didn’t…”

He laughed and it sounded like the most beautiful thing she has ever heard.

“It’s okay! All good. Yeah, they send me awesome stuff now… it’s just really cool because I actually hate going shopping,” he chuckled, blushing himself.

She smiled at him. “Oh, I can’t relate. Shopping is my favorite hobby.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, well, that’s because you’re a girl… must be natural, eh?”

She laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I guess. So cliché.”

He smirked and she looked down, avoiding his burning gaze. “Okay, um… I’ll leave you alone now… so you can try your new stuff on and yeah…”

He smiled. “Okay, yeah, see you.”

“See you,” she breathed and tried to walk gracefully back into her condo.

Don’t trip, don’t trip. Don’t mess up.

She exhaled loudly, closing the door after her and let out a little groan.
She reached for her phone because she really needed to talk to her best friend now and she quickly typed OMG CALL ME into her phone, pressing send.


Shawn sighed in frustration, looking into his empty fridge.

Living alone was not as cool as he thought it would be. His clothes were dirty and scattered on the floor in front of his washing machine, there was nothing to eat and he missed his mom.

Coming back from tour to his new posh place felt good at first but now all he wanted was to go back to Pickering to eat his mom’s roast and he started to feel jealous of his little sister who got to sleep in a freshly made bed and eat home cooked food all the time.

He groaned, looking at the stove. There was no salt. He had used everything his mom had given to him and he looked down at the chicken he was trying to make taste somewhat eatable.

He bit down on his bottom lip, turning down the John Mayer song he was listening to.
He could go to the supermarket and actually buy food – and get mobbed in the process.

Or he could ask her.

He was pretty positive that she had salt in her perfectly tidy condo with a full fridge and nice flowers everywhere. She looked like a girl who had flowers in her apartment.

And nice pillows.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. But he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Those long, lean legs. Her nice ass, he got a good look at when she walked back to her condo.

The outlines of her obviously nicely shaped breasts through that grey band shirt and he licked his lips again.

He was feeling frustrated, coming back from tour. He was needy, antsy somehow and he had felt hot and bothered, closing the door after receiving his parcel.

Leaning against the door he had to cup himself through his pants adjusting his cock that had started to stir against his boxers that were getting all tight around his dick as she had turned around and he had watched her hips sway slightly.

There were thoughts in his head. Thoughts he shouldn’t have about a girl he didn’t know.
Inappropriate thoughts crossing his mind. About her. Naked. Moaning his name. Panting. Legs spread and back arched.

He tugged at his hair in desperation. He shouldn’t feel like this about a girl he just met but the way she blushed and rambled made him want to be dominant with her. Be rather rough. Take her from behind maybe because he loved that position and she would feel him deep inside of her.

He felt guilty, thinking that. She probably had a boyfriend anyway. And Shawn would leave for Brazil soon. So that was that.

He hesitated a bit before knocking on her door. But he took a deep breath, fixed his hair and knocked.

His heart started to race, hearing footsteps.

She opened the door and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“Hi!” he said, his voice cracking a little. “So this thing about needing something came sooner than expected,” he said with an amused huff and she smiled up at him.

“Yeah, I guess?”

“Well, I just came home from tour and the only thing that is in my fridge is some mustard and disgusting smelling milk and I wanted to cook something but I ran out of salt,” he frowned a little, his cheeks turning pink. “That’s why I was wondering if - um – if I could borrow some?”

She nodded, giving him a beautiful genuine smile and his heart did a stupid little jumpy thing he didn’t know it could make until then.

“Sure! I got you.”

She turned around and he was about to drool. He shamelessly stared at her ass and he didn’t want to be like this. Lusting over her like some horny teenager. But he couldn’t help himself.
He totally had the hottest neighbor in all of Canada.

She came back from the kitchen. “There you go,” she smiled and his fingertips brushed over hers as he took the small package from her.

“Thank you so much! You saved me from starving! I mean I could always order pizza but I’m trying to impress my mom.”

She let out a soft giggle. “Good luck with the cooking, it smells like you burned something though.”

He looked over his shoulder in an alarmed way. “Oh, fuck, yeah, I should go look after that! Thanks again!”

And with that he ran back into his apartment, trying to save his dinner.


She looks at her freshly baked cupcakes and knows that there is no way she would eat all of that. She had baked too many cupcakes and couldn’t stop thinking about knocking on his door.

She found it way too cute how he had nothing in his fridge and here she was, practically surrounded by food.

That’s why she takes two cupcakes, arranging them on a plate. This time she is prepared. With gloss on her lips, wearing her favorite bra and a nice t shirt, denim jeans and flip flops. All wavy hair and bare tanned legs. She knocks. And waits.

Maybe he isn’t home.

She is about to turn around as she hears footsteps. And there he is.

Shirtless.

Fucking shirtless, only wearing some sweatpants he must have thrown over in a hurry.

“Hey,” he pants, looking at her, slightly confused.

“Hi! Oh. I’m sorry. Didn’t want to disturb!” she says, no, gasps.

He looks almost photoshopped. Ripped abs, defined v line, pecks and arms, defined and muscular. 

She swallows thickly, looking down.

He looks over his shoulder, an alarmed look on his face. “You aren’t! All good. Can I - er - help you?”

“No, no. I just baked those and have some left over and I thought you might like some?” she says tentatively, holding up the little plate.

He smiles in a genuine way, looking very grateful. But still tense.

“That’s so sweet. Thank you very much!”

He presses his lips together, hearing the high-pitched, female voice coming from his bedroom.

“Shawn? Who is that?”

A blonde girl comes up behind him, looking like she’s on the cover of Sport’s Illustrated or something, wearing nothing but a large men’s shirt.

And now she knows where his shirt is.

On some blonde bombshell with a D cup.

Silicone probably.

“Oh,” she squeals. “Cupcakes? Awesome!” the blonde girl grabs one, grinning at Shawn.

“Who’s that, Shawn? Your neighbor?”

Shawn looks flustered and his cheeks are red. As well as his ears.

“Yeah… that’s my neighbor.” He awkwardly introduces them and he shakes his head slightly - desperate -  at his pretty neighbor who looks shell shocked with her plate in hand.

As if he wanted to say no no she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just an one night stand. Meaningless. I swear. I was thinking about you all the time. Imagining you under me. Because you drive me crazy.

“Um-well,” she blurts out. “I should… leave, I’m sorry. Bye,” she hands Shawn the plate as if it had burned her and almost runs into her condo, leaving an embarassed Shawn behind.

He closes the door, groaning in frustration. That was not what he had planned. This shouldn’t have happened.

His one night stand should have left hours ago but she was clingy and annoying and Shawn was too polite to kick her out. But it was time now.

The blonde girl is nibbling on the icing of the cupcake and Shawn picks her clothes up, holding them up.

“Hun, I really should work now, sorry but… you know…” he says, sounding annoyed.

Her eyes widen. “Oh, I see,” she says, sounding ice cold. “I’ll leave. I get it.”

He sighs, turning around so that she could get dressed.

“Bye, Shawn! And don’t ever call me again! Asshole!” she spits out, leaving his place and he slams the door shut. 

“Yeah, bye” he snorts angrily. Just to huff a frustrated “fuck!” afterwards, letting himself fall onto his couch, hitting a pillow in frustration.


He slams his hand against her door. But she won’t open. Of course not.

“Hey! I know you’re home! Come on! Please! Open the door!” he yells.

He rings the bell again. Over and over until it starts to get annoying.

She opens the door with an annoyed huff.

“What?” she hisses. “I’m working on a paper and I need to concentrate. If you would stop ringing my doorbell- that would be nice. Thanks,” and she proceeds to slam the door into his face.

He’s quick, sliding a huge foot into the doorframe.

“No! Wait!”

She rolls her eyes at him, opening the door again.

“Your plate! Here!” he awkwardly holds it up, handing it over to her. “Tasted so good, really! Thank you!”

“Mhm,” she breathes out in an annoyed way. She isn’t exactly mad at him. She’s mad at herself. For believing that she would actually have the tiniest bit of a chance with this guy who looked like a young god and lived the superstar lifestyle. Fucking blonde bombshells included.

“She isn’t - that wasn’t - that girl is not my girlfriend,” he blurts out.

“I don’t care, Shawn”

“Okay. Just wanted to make that clear. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he frowns, brows furrowed, curls messy and bopping a little.

“What do you want to hear? I don’t care about your love life or whatever… we don’t even know each other.”

She looks him in the eye, looking dead serious.

He licks his lip nervously and steps closer so that he towers over her, hands on either side of the doorframe. He looks down at her and gulps, tilting his head a little. 

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” he asks, feeling his cheeks get bright red as well as the top of his ears and he shifts his weight from one foot to another.

She tilts her chin up a bit.

“I have to see about that - I actually am busy right now.”

She sounds distant and he sighs.

“Come on… please… I’d love to get to know you.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip. And he wants to kiss her so bad. Part those pretty lips with his and slip his tongue into her mouth. 

He wants, wants, wants her.

“Really?” she says, barely audible.

She knew there were girls out there who would sell their souls for this. A date with Shawn Mendes.

He nods. Eyes dark.

“I’m not who you think I am. I don’t have a different girl every night,” he says quickly.

“I know what you’re thinking. That I’m some stupid teenage star who has a lot of hook ups and gets drunk in fancy bars but I’m not!” he adds. “I’m a regular dude. Really.”

She shrugs. “I don’t really think ‘bout you so you’re good.”

His face falls. “O-okay, right, yeah. I shouldn’t have assumed that.”

His shoulders hang a bit as well as his head and he wants to turn around but she holds him back. “No wait! Sorry, that was kinda rude. I’m just- I mean… coffee would be nice,” she breathes out and his face lights up again.

It frustrates her how freaking adorable he looks like that, smiling, looking like a lovesick puppy.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean- it’s just coffee, right?”

“Just coffee,” he grins.

And he’s already so involved in this. He loves the chase. The thrill. And he can’t wait for what’s to come. 

Give me Harry and Draco in the eighth year common room making eyes at each other.

Harry sitting near the fire while Ron and Hermione bicker over school work. Draco across the room, alone at a table pretending to read an advanced potions textbook while actually just staring at the same three words over and over again between not so subtle glances over at Harry.

Harry bored of listening to Ron and Hermione’s not so subtle flirting and secretly wishing he could flirt and bicker openly with his boyfriend.

Harry casually glancing in the direction of said boyfriend who is looking back at him and whose eyebrows raise and lower suggestively, yet so quickly anybody would have missed it except for Harry who knows it so well. Who knows exactly what it means.

Draco snapping his book shut and casually making his way up to his dorm. Lying down on his bed with his head propped on two pillows and opening up his textbook again and actually reading it this time. At ease knowing his boyfriend will be with him soon.

Harry entering Draco’s room a few minutes after watching him leave the common room.

Draco locking and silencing the room without a word.

Harry sitting down on the bed and leaning over Draco to give him a light peck on the lips. Turning away to take off his shoes before settling down next to his boyfriend, their shoulders pressed together and one of Harry’s legs resting on top of Draco’s, before picking up a Quidditch magazine from Draco’s nightstand and starting to read.

Give me Draco and Harry just wanting to hang out with each other.

BTS Reaction - car sex/foreplay

This is a very, very long post. I just wanted to give you guys an insight into what my writing is like when I have more words to play with. I worked really hard on this, so I hope you like it.

Seokjin

Jin hadn’t been lying when when he’d said that he’d take you to the best restaurant in town.  The food was delicious, but so was the wine, and as you sit next to him on the car ride home you’re more than a little tipsy, truth be told.  You look over at him, taking in how handsome he looks as the streetlights illuminate all the perfectly sculpted angles of his face.  He’s concentrating hard on the road, his hands fixed in the ten and two position, his broad shoulders framed beautifully by the smart suit jacket he’s wearing.  

Before you know it your hand is sneaking over onto his lap and squeezing his thigh gently, a small smile gracing his face in response.  He doesn’t really think much of it - you frequently rest your hand on his leg as he drives - but when your hand starts to roam further north he flicks his eyes at you, smile growing.

“Where’s that hand going, hmm?” he asks, knowing full well where you’re headed but doing little to stop it.  

“Where’d you want it to go?”  you ask back, biting your lip teasingly as you drift your palm over the quickly hardening bulge inside his pants.

“I think you know baby.”  Needing very little to no encouragement you make quick work of his fly, flipping open the zipper and reaching into his boxers.  Eagerly, you wrap your hand around his cock and pull it free, Jin glancing down at his lap and biting his lip as you do.  He’s fully hard now, his member standing tall above where your hand rests at its base, and when you squeeze the length of him from bottom to top he exhales heavily, his hips shifting in his seat.  

“That feel good?”  Jin bobs his head in response to your question, his eyes still fixed on the road as he struggles to concentrate, hands tightening on the wheel as you stroke his cock up and down with a firm grip.  You run your thumb over the tip, collecting his pre-cum and using it to lubricate his throbbing length, your own breath getting heavier as you watch him purse his lips together to hold back the moans you know are just dying to pour out.  

You start to pick up speed, eager to watch him fall apart under your touch, so caught  up in pleasuring him that you practically forget that he’s behind the wheel.  

“Babe, baby,” he huffs, glancing at you, his hips flexing upward, “You gotta stop… shit, I can’t drive like this.” You pout back at him, slowing your hand but reluctant to remove it completely until he looks at you again with wide, pleading eyes.   Sighing, you stop your ministrations, tucking him back into his pants to let him drive in peace but still pouting hard.  “The second we get home baby, I swear I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight.”  

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

Yoongi

“Yoo- Yoongi… I’m not sure we should…”  you gasp, your words telling him one thing but your body saying the exact opposite.  You’ve got your head tilted back against the back window of the car, granting access to the lips that are trailing hot, wet kisses from your ear to your collarbone, your legs spread open to let Yoongi lie in between them to grind his crotch against your core.  

“I thought you wanted to help me relax?” he murmurs against your collarbone, his hand grabbing at your breast through your blouse and palming it gently.  

“I did…” You choke back a moan as you feel Yoongi’s hard bulge rubbing against your panties.  “But I meant… I meant a backrub or something, not - oh my god!”  Yoongi cuts you short when he roughly pulls your panties to the side, his fingers plunging into you with little to no warning to stretch open your walls, prepping you for him.  

You shouldn’t be doing this here, not now.  You’re laid across the backseat of Yoongi’s car in the deserted corner of a parking lot that belongs to a fancy, Italian restaurant where you’re supposed to be meeting the BigHit executives any time now.  There’s the potential for you to be spotted any time - it’s not even that dark - but that doesn’t seem to bother Yoongi.  If anything, it seems to urge him on.  

Satisfied that you’re ready for him, Yoongi withdraws his now dripping fingers and shoves down his pants and boxers far enough to release his long, throbbing cock, lining it up with your entrance as he looks down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes.  He doesn’t even give you a second to catch your breath before he thrusts into you, hard.  You cry out at the sudden feeling of fullness, but Yoongi is as silent as usual as he commences a fast, punishing rhythm that has you gripping onto his shoulders for dear life, digging in your fingernails through his shirt.  

“Fuck, look at you, taking my cock so well,” Yoongi grunts, slamming his hips into yours, his forehead starting to perspire under his bangs.  “You want my cum, you little slut?”  

“Yes, yes, please,” you moan, flexing your hips up to meet his every stroke, the fire of an impending orgasm growing in your pelvis.  Yoongi groans and picks up the pace, and you can tell from the way he’s starting to grunt in time with his thrusts that he’s getting close, your soft, warm walls clenching around his length rock solid length to heighten his pleasure.

Yoongi cums inside you with no prior warning, filling you up with stuttering hips and stilted groans, his face pressed to your neck.  Your hips are still moving, whimpers falling from your lips as you fail to reach your high, your whole pelvis throbbing.  Smiling slyly, Yoongi withdraws himself from you and puts himself away before putting your panties back in place.  He looks entirely relaxed now, just as he intended, but unfortunately leaving you a quivering mess in his place.  When you sit up and pull your skirt down you feel Yoongi’s load seep out into your underwear, leaving a sticky mess between your legs.  His long, delicate fingers dip under the edge of your panties again to rub it through your folds, chuckling softly as you whine needily.  

“Keep all that cum inside you, kitten, and daddy promises he’ll make it worth your while.”  

Originally posted by bangtanboysbutterfly

Hoseok

When you’d initially suggested the idea of ‘getting busy’ in Hobi’s car, he’d initially been really up for it.  He’s always keen to try new things, and he knows all too well about your little exhibition kink, already having fucked you in a shopping mall changing room and various other risky places.  But when it comes time to do it Hobi almost seems nervous, driving around for at least half an hour in the dark to try and find the a place that’s adequately secluded with minimal chance of getting caught.  

“Hobi, baby, c’mon, this is fine,” you whine beside him in the passenger seat, getting more impatient by the minute.  He looks so fucking good in his button down shirt and tight black jeans that you can barely keep your hands off him.  

“Ok, ok,” he agrees, giving into temptation when he glances over and sees you already slipping off your jeans and discarding them into the footwell with a salacious smile.  He pulls up in a deserted little lane by the side of a muddy field, and when he kills the engine the car headlights switch off too, plunging you both into total darkness.  Within seconds Hobi is on you, leaning over the shift stick to crash his mouth against yours, kissing you with a desperation that reveals that he’s just as impatient as you you.  You tangle your hands in his hair, pushing your tongue into his mouth to kiss him back just as fiercely, forcing him back into the driver’s seat so you can straddle his lap.  

It’s uncomfortable; the steering wheel is digging into your back and your knee is crammed into the compartment on the inside of the door, but you couldn’t care less.  

“Get your cock out,” you mumble against his lips, rubbing your core against the bulge in his jeans.  

“Yes ma’am,” he answers breathily, hastily pulling them open and releasing his cock to stand tall and swollen against his stomach as you start to rain kisses on his neck, biting into the soft flesh just under his ear.  He groans wantonly, digging his fingers into your hips.  “Please, god, I need to be in you.”

Prep be damned, you reach down and pull your underwear to the side and sink onto his girthy length, groaning as your ass meets his lap and he’s seated fully inside you.  

“Move, baby, please,” he begs, still grasping at your hips, his head tipping back against the driver’s seat, and you can’t help but smile as you start to rock against him, grabbing onto his shoulders.  You love it when he begs for you, and you move slowly on purpose just to make him do it again.  

Just as Hobi’s starting to make the prettiest of noises you suddenly notice flashing blue lights slowly appear in the distance through the rear windscreen of the car; lights that come a stop behind you.  The car’s engine is turned off and a door opens soon after.  Scrambling off his lap, much to Hobi’s dismay and confusion, you hastily start to drag on your jeans, panicking and laughing all at once.  

“Put yourself away, put it away!” you hiss at him, giggling as Hobi glances behind you and his mouth falls open in alarm, eyes wide and frantic as he tucks himself back in his jeans, his cheeks a bright, burning red by the time a shadowy figure comes to knock on the car window.   The officer clearly knows what you two were getting up to, but after he listens to Hobi’s stuttering nonsensical explanations he just gives the two of you a knowing smile and instructions to get moving.  You’re still giggling as the officer drives away, but Hoseok looks mortified, running his hand over his profusely sweating face.

“We are never, ever doing that again.”  

Originally posted by vexedmikxyla


Namjoon

“Joonie, stop it,” you giggle, trying to bat his hand away from where it’s creeping up your thigh.  

“Honestly, what did you expect coming to pick me up in such a tiny little skirt?”  Namjoon reasons, and when you glance away from the road  to look at his face you see he’s got one eyebrow raised in amusement, but his eyes sat underneath are hooded with lust, his pouty lips slightly parted as he grabs at the soft flesh of your inner thigh.  

“I expect you to let me drive without interruption so we actually manage to get home in one piece.”  It’s all very well saying that, but you still end up parting your legs as his fingers trail ever higher, biting your lip as you slouch in your seat, practically delivering your pussy into his waiting hand.  

“I can think of worse ways to go,” he replies cockily, skimming the tips of his fingers along the edge of your panties.  So can you, actually, but that’s beside the point.  You’re about to say so, but then the words are displaced from your mouth as a gasp takes their place, Namjoon’s thumb coming to rest on your cotton covered clit and rubbing it with a firm, circular motion.  You take your eyes off the road momentarily, looking at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your chest rising and falling heavily under his expert ministrations.  “Eyes on the road.”  His voice is firm, dominant, and as always it thrills you to the core, arousal thrumming through you and intensifying the feel of the pads of his fingers as they press against you.  Namjoon starts to push against the wet cotton of your panties, stuffing it inside you as far as the material will allow, watching eagerly for you reaction and smirking at the way you whimper, your hips flexing towards him.

“I can’t drive like this Joonie,” you moan, aching so badly, desperate to be filled.  

“Then pull over,” he replies thickly, voice low, and before you know it you’re scanning every darkened road for a place to park as he continues his slow torture.  You end up settling for a deserted country lane, and the moment you pull over Namjoon ceases touching you and get out of the car, beckoning you with a curl of his finger.  

Confused, you follow him outside into the night, goosebumps rising on your skin at the cold.  

“Come here and bend over.”  He’s stood in front of your car, palming himself through his jeans, and with shaking knees you approach him and do as he asks, nervously glancing around to make sure you’re really as alone as it seems.  Luckily you are, because in the next breath Namjoon’s grabbing hold of you underwear and yanking it down, bunching your skirt up by your hips and chuckling when you gasp at the feel of his hot, hard length nudging at your folds.  “You want this?”  You whine, arching your back to try as Namjoon’s hand presses on your back of your shoulder to keep you flat against the cold metal of your car.  

“Please, please,” you moan, no longer caring about keeping quiet, too caught up in your overwhelming need.  He sinks into you in one agonisingly slow push, grunting as he bottoms out and sees you clawing at the bonnet for something to grab onto, writhing on the end of his cock and clenching around him.

“Shit, you feel so good baby.”  

Originally posted by piedparker

Jimin

It’s been a really nice afternoon, chilling in the dorms with Jimin and his friends, playing video games and joking around.  You’re still glad to be going home though, and taking your sweet boyfriend with you for the night.  He sits quietly next to you in the passenger seat; too quietly in fact, considering how full of life he was back at the dorms.  Maybe he just tired himself out?  

“You ok, Jiminie?” you ask softly, and out of the corner of your eye you see him look up, worrying his bottom lip about something before he shortly replies.  

“Yeah.”  

“You sure?”  you check, an unsettling feeling brewing in your stomach.  Have you done something wrong?

“Yeah.  You just…”  You glance over to see Jimin fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, looking down at his lap.  “You look really pretty today.”  Chuckling, you raise your eyebrows as you look straight ahead, concentrating hard as you wait to turn left at a busy junction.

“And that's… a bad thing?”

“No! No.  It’s just, I-uh-I’ve got a problem,” Jimin mumbles, so quiet that you can barely hear him over the song on the radio.  When he fails to explain any further you risk another look at him, your eyes widening when you see the way he’s pulled his hoodie back enough to expose his lap, and likewise, display the obscene tenting in the front of his shorts.  

“Oh baby,” you coo, licking your lips at the sight of it, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”  Jimin tugs at the hem of his hoodie, squirming in his seat as his plump cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink.

“I thought I could wait until we got home,” he tells you with wide, beseeching eyes.  “I don’t think I can wait anymore mommy…”

“I wish I could help you baby,” you soothe softly, really wishing that you could, especially when he whines needily, twisting in his seat.  “Why don’t you touch yourself till we get home?”

“Really? Here?”  Jimin looks around, chewing at his bottom lip nervously as he takes in the light traffic surrounding your car.  You can tell he’s debating between the risk of being seen and how good it’ll feel to do as you suggest, but when he starts to palm himself through his shorts you can tell the latter option has won.  

“Get it out baby, let me see,” you encourage greedily, eager to watch your baby boy pleasure himself right next to you.  He does as you ask, pulling down his shorts to rest halfway down his meaty thighs and mewling prettily when his little hand wraps tightly around his thick, leaking cock.  

He fists his cock up and down, his hips pushing upward to meet every stroke of his hand, and as he does he makes the sweetest of noises that shoot straight to your core, your panties getting soaking wet within minutes of him starting.  Every time you steal a glance away from the road Jimin is looking straight at you, pumping himself hard, his tongue poking at his thick, pillow soft lips.  

“Mommy…” he groans breathily, throwing his head back as he squeezes the base of his cock, rolling his balls in his other hand.  “Touch me, please.”  You bite your lip, looking back between Jimin and the road, completely caught up with the image of the boy sat next to you rapidly coming apart.

Unable to resist, you reach over with one hand and take over, tugging on Jimin’s cock as your own pussy throbs with need.  

“Mmff!  Gonna cum!”  Jimin exclaims, his back bowing away from the seat.  You pick up the pace of your hand, bringing him over the brink as you sit at traffic lights, cum spilling out over his hoodie and his shorts and your hand as his cock pulses.  He looks completely fucked out when you’re done, nuzzling against your shoulder with a sleepy smile as you wipe your hand on your jeans.

“Feel better, baby?”

“Hmm, thank you mommy.”  

Originally posted by jungkookandyugyeomwhores

Taehyung

From the moment you’d left the house to go out with your friends, you and Taehyung had been exchanging hot and dirty messages.  It’d started off fairly tame, only to escalate into your boyfriend sending you a video of him jacking himself off that you had to watch in the toilets with the volume turned down, biting your lip.  

Needless to say, when he picks you up at the end of night both of you are wound so tight you’re ready to snap, your panties soaking wet beneath your dress.  He greets you with a passionate, deep kiss that lasts for several minutes or more, and when he pulls away you’re practically squirming in your seat, more eager to get home than ever.

Much to your surprise when Taehyung pulls away he doesn’t immediately start the engine, reaching into his pocket instead and pulling out something small, shiny and familiar.  

“It’s fully charged, Jagi,” he grins cheekily as he presses the vibrator into your palm, his gaze shrouded with desire.  “Get yourself warmed up for me.”  You nod eagerly, not needing to be told twice.  As Taehyung starts the car you slip off your underwear, the alcohol in your system spurring you on to plant your feet shamelessly atop the dash.  You let your legs flop open as you switch on the vibe, wasting no time in pressing it straight to your clitoris.  The gratification is immediate, pleasure jolting through you as it buzzes against your core.  

“Hmm, Tae, it feels so good,” you tell him, flopping your head to the side to look up at him from under your lashes.  Tae peeks at you, his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth, wetting his lips.  

“You getting my seats all wet?”  You nod, flashing him a naughty smile.  You really are; you can feel wetness seeping down from your folds and between your ass cheeks, pooling on the leather beneath you.  “Hmm, good.”  

Unsatisfied by just your vibrator you start to run your fingers against your pussy too, teasing your hole as you let your eyes flop closed, wishing it was Taehyung’s cock nudging inside you rather your fingertips.  

“Are we almost home?” you ask breathily, sliding two fingers inside yourself, your body making obscene, lewd noises as they push in and out.  “I want you…”  

“Five more minutes, Jagi,”  Taehyung reassures you, his voice so thick with lust that it’s almost a growl.  You curl your fingers against your g-spot, pushing yourself to a new high that has you moaning and writhing next to him.

“God, you look so hot….” he murmurs, unable to last more than five seconds at a time before taking his eyes off the road to look back at you.  Thank God the streets aren’t busy, otherwise this’d be a lot more dangerous.  “How’s that pussy feel?”

“Mm, good, tight,” you tell him, loving his answering groan.  He reaches over for just a second, long enough to push one longer finger inside you alongside your own, groaning again at the warm wetness surrounding his digit.

“Can’t wait to get inside you, Jagi, fuck.”

Originally posted by taesi10

Jungkook

Jungkook’s been almost silent the entire car ride home, driving with a steely look on his face, hands gripping the steering wheel, jaw clenching all the while.  Admittedly, pissed off is a good look for him, his eyes dark and arousing, but you’d still like to know what’s wrong.

“Is something the matter?” you ask cautiously, biting your thumb nail.  Jungkook huffs heavily, not looking at you, and he waits so long before he replies that you almost start to think he’s just ignoring you completely.  

“Did you have to flirt like that with Namjoon?”  

You’re surprised at first, your eyebrows lifting almost to your hairline.  But then within seconds that surprise gives way to frustration, pulling your brows back down again into a frown.  You’re so sick of this; almost every time you hang out with the other members Jungkook manages to find something or other to get jealous about.  

“What do you mean?”  

“You were fawning over him all night.  ‘Aw, Joonie, your dimples are so cute,’” he sneers, impersonating you, “‘You’re so smart Namjoon.’  I swear it’s like you want to suck his cock or something.”  You roll your eyes, temper flaring as you fold your arms across your chest.

“Unfortunately, Kook, there’s only one guy’s cock I want to suck, and it happens to be yours.  God knows why, though, when you act like this.”  You see Jungkook’s fingers flex on the steering wheel and his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, the sneer falling from his mouth as he licks his lips instead.  

“Show me then,” he growls after a few seconds silence, still not gracing you with a look in your direction.

“Pardon me?” you scoff.  

“You heard me.  You say my cock’s the only one you wanna suck, so suck it.  Show me.”

You stare back at him incredulously, barely believing the audacity of this boy to speak to you in such a way.  You can’t deny the effect his words have though; your pulse has already quickened, your mouth suddenly full of saliva as your eyes are magnetically drawn to his lap.  

The cocky bastard is hard already, his erection glaringly obvious underneath the crotch of his sweats.  

“Fine,” you snap, unable to resist despite the irritation still running through you, “But you’re not cumming.”

“We’ll see,” he smirks.  Jungkook yanks the elastic waist of his sweats lower, pulling out his cock and giving it one brief stroke up and down before flicking his eyes at you for the first time in the whole journey.  He looks so smug that you just want to punch him in the face, but lucky for him you’re too distracted by the delicious looking cock he’s pointing your way to do anything but stare. “Come on then.”

Much to your frustration you almost immediately oblige, leaning down across the centre panel of the car to kitten-lick at the tip of his member whilst he drives.  Damn it, why are you so weak for him?  You lap up all his pre-cum before taking the red, swollen head of his cock into the wet heat of your mouth, smiling around it when you hear him groan above you.

You feel Jungkook thread his fingers gently through the back of your hair, and you’re just starting to enjoy his soft caressing of your scalp when suddenly he forces you down onto the length of him, right to the back of your throat, making you gag.   

“That’s right, choke on it,” he growls, yanking on your hair to pull you off and then forcing you back down onto it again.  “This mouth is mine, you hear?”  

You moan around his cock, loving the mess he’s reduced you too, saliva dripping down your chin, wetness running down your thighs.  Maybe you did flirt with Namjoon, and maybe you did do it on purpose, because Jungkook only ever fucks you like this when he’s mad, and god, it’s so worth it.  

“I’m gonna cover you in my cum when we get home, just you wait and see.”


Originally posted by f-yeah-taehyung

Silk

Series: Mr. Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Swearing like always :)

Word Count: 1,700+

A/N: Hope you enjoy this update ;) I love you all so much and want to thank you for understanding my health situation rn.


[Reader’s POV]


   Taking his extended hand you grasp onto it as the two of you walk towards a hallway. He tells you where the bathroom is and tells you where his bedroom is. It’s two doors down from yours on the right. There was a library he had that you were curious to look at because reading soothed you, plus it gave you things to tell Jaelynn while she was in the hospital.


    Opening the white wooden french doors reveals a big room. This was the guest room? The room was absolutely gorgeous. It made your room


    Your eyes scanned the lavish room before walking in. It felt as if you didn’t deserve to be walking on the white marble flooring of the room. The walls were painted a maroon red which made the black bed stand out against the white flooring. Taking your heels off you put them down near the bed.

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monsta x react ෴ their crush gives them their scarf

@vanessaswingsoflife asked: Hi There. Can you make a reaction of monsta x when you (crush) giving him your scarf because he forgot his and its cold outside and they can smell your Parfum/scent on it?

Im p sure i made it look like they were dating the reader rip sry i tried my best buddy


⁂ shownu: “it’s pretty chilly outside, are you sure you’re going to head home like that?” your voice had a bit of a scolding tone to it as hyunwoo shrugged his coat on. he looked back at you with a warm smile. whenever you showed concern for him, his heart fluttered a little. but he wasn’t here to worry you, he did bring his scarf after all– oh, nevermind. blankly, the man touched his neck when he realized that one important article of clothing wasn’t protecting his throat. his smile was still warm as he let out an embarrassed laugh, “i forgot my scarf at home, but i’ll be fine.” he watched as you rolled your eyes at him and went to go grab one of your fluffiest scarves from the closet nearby. he began to decline the offer as you walked towards him, but stopped abruptly when you wrapped the clothing around his neck. the relaxing smell of your perfume wafted into his nose and suddenly, hyunwoo was holding onto the scarf tight. with only his smiling eyes being visible to you, he pat the top of your head, bumbling out a soft thank you.

Originally posted by trainingpanda

⁂ minhyuk: “you don’t need to do this, silly.” a laugh had escaped his lips as minhyuk watched you wrap the scarf around his neck in a neat knot. there was a frown on your face as he laughed and you punched his arm in retaliation. “it’s super cold out! what if you get sick, huh?” punching his shoulder, minhyuk pouted at you while rubbing the sore spot that you hit. a defeated sigh was all you heard from him before he pulled you into a grateful hug, his cheek pressed against the top of your head as he cooed out your name, his hand rubbing your back. “araso (understood).” he whispered in a comforting tone, petting the back of your head before pulling away with a jovial grin playing at the ends of his lips. reluctantly, you pulled away from him and led him out the door so he could head home. once you had closed the door, minhyuk skipped down the steps with a triumphant laugh, cuddling the scarf closer to his neck as he took in a deep breath when he noticed how the scent you usually smelled like stuck onto this particular piece of clothing. “ah, i’m so lucky.”

Originally posted by monstxtrash

⁂ kihyun: “it’s not my fault i forgot it,” he complained loudly as he shook his head at each scarf you offered him, “you’re the one who told me to come over quick! i thought it was an emergency, but it was just you taking the cookies out of the oven.” kihyun threw his hands in the air as he continued to whine and childishly plop onto the couch. you huffed at him in frustration which the boy kindly mocked. “i wanted you to eat the cookies i made just in case they weren’t good.” kihyun wrinkled his nose at the pout you made and turned his head so that he wouldn’t fall into your trap. crossing his arms stubbornly, he shook his head at you, “how dare you use me like that.” he grumbled under his breath, turning his head back in your direction. with a gasp, the boy snapped his fingers and pointed at the scarf you were currently holding. “i want that one.” he demands, which – no. not your favourite scarf. as you stayed motionless, he huffed and stood up to take the clothing away, happily placing it around his neck. “annyeong (goodbye)” he said teasingly before scurrying out of your house before you could respond, his nose buried deep against the fabric of your scarf. “still smells like flowers.” he says dreamily, twirling down the street.

Originally posted by aceyng

⁂ jooheon: “no, i will not.” stubbornly, jooheon pushed away with his feet and kept on doing so until you gave up on trying to put the ugly scarf on him. you kicked his knee (gently) as he sprawled himself out across your bed with a groan. “we don’t have to do this. i would’ve been home by now if you didn’t drag me to your room to give me a scarf.” he complained loudly, his gaze sharply directed at you in a playful glare as you stuck your tongue at him. he wasn’t one for relying on you to take care of him, but he was definitely pleased to have you worrying about him over something minor. he kept on throwing your scarves back whenever you thought it was fitting for him, but he just kept on throwing them at you– you’re pretty sure he even threw a pillow at you when you weren’t paying enough attention. you held up a scarf that you were sure he would like and with an interested noise, jooheon was sitting up and taking the fabric from you with a dimpled smile. wrapping the wool around his neck and face. when the slightly muted fragrance from your favourite perfume went through his nose, he was suddenly alert, but definitely happy. “i like this scarf,” he said, a bashful look on his face as he practically buried his face in the wool, “i think i’ll be keeping this.”

Originally posted by xwonho

⁂ wonho: “why have a scarf around my head when it could be your legs instead?” hoseok questioned absentmindedly, his legs kicked up in the air as he flipped through a magazine, you going through your clothing. hoseok looked over at you when you scoffed and grinned brightly when you gave him a dry smile. “still greasy as ever, aren’t you?” wrinkling your nose, hoseok laughed in amusement, rolling onto his back as he watched you with adoration in his eyes, your back facing him again. “you know i’m joking, silly. just some friendly banter.” his voice was light, his arms crossed under his head as he kept his gaze on you. “take this scarf, you piece of trash.” poking your tongue out at him, you threw an unused scarf at his face. wrinkling his nose, he looked at the piece of fabric once before throwing it off the bed. “i want your favourite scarf.” he demands childishly, his hands clasping together in a pleading way when he saw your unamused expression, “butak habnida (please - polite)”

and with that, hoseok left with your scarf nestled underneath his nose, the scent of your floral perfume pleasing him.

(this gif is so cute rest in peace me)

Originally posted by kihyuon

⁂ hyungwon: hyungwon scoffed as he rifled through your clothes, his eyes squinting at the ugly prints that hung before him. “i didn’t know you had such awful tastes,” his voice was disappointed, his hand holding up a hanger with a leopard print coat on it, “usually when you meet up with me or the others you wear something cute.” the look on his face made you want to smack him; his eyes were hooded in distaste, his mouth curled up into a teasing smirk. “i told you to get a scarf, not evaluate my wardrobe.” throwing a pillow at him, you went back to scrolling through whatever was on your phone as he laughed, still rummaging through your clothes to find one of the scarves that he was most fond of seeing around your neck. once he pulled out the scarf of yours he loved so much, you immediately whined, “not that one!” you’d say as he raised his eyebrows at you, “i’m taking it.” he says just to tease you further. he poked his tongue out at you with a grin, your mouth forming into a pout, “but it smells too much of my perfume.” with a pathetic excuse, you hit your head against the bed. “yeah,” with a scoff, hyungwon wraps your scarf around his neck, discreetly nestling his nose in the fabric, “that’s why i’m taking it. so that girls don’t try to hit on me.” and with a shrug, hyungwon skipped out of your room and your house in a split second, not giving you any time to respond or take back the scarf.

Originally posted by chahyungwon

⁂ changkyun: “ok-e-i (okay)!” with a loud clap that makes you look away from your phone, changkyun throws the scarf of yours he likes around his neck and gives you his best pose, his smile pleased as you watch him in amusement. “how do i look?” flipping his hair, he fixed his fringe and gives you a little twirl, loving how your scent wafted into his nose when he moved in a circle. “it suits me, doesn’t it?” he looks at himself through your full body mirror, his face forming an impressed expression, “as if this scarf should be mine and not yours.” he says to himself with a pleased grin, hugging your scarf to his chest with a wiggle. you rolled your eyes humorously, watching as your friend pressed the fabric to his face. “so are you gonna fight the cold with that one? it’s not very warm.” changkyun shrugged at your warning – his heart already warmed up (he thinks it might burst too) because it’s your scarf and it has your scent. he loves it so much. “your other scarves were kind of ugly.” he lies – of course they’re lovely, but they didn’t smell like you. the corners of his lips curved up to make a smile and finger guns were directed your way, “this scarf makes me look stunning.” and with a bashful wave and a playful flying kiss, changkyun left your house, a soft squeal of happiness escaping him as he skipped down the sidewalk with your scarf wrapped around his neck.

Originally posted by officialmonstaxmemes

Peter Parker walking in on you naked (Headcanon)

Originally posted by shoot-the-smiley

lol here’s a part two to my previous headcanon “Walking in on Peter Parker naked” !!! hope you all enjoy;)

also gif makes me ;,))) bc tom is my love my heart my everything wow i love

masterlist



- peter has not been able to think straight since you saw him naked

- his mind kept floating back to the way your bright eyes scanned his exposed figure, your teeth peeking out to bite your bottom lip in angst

- that look drove him absolutely crazy

- you were’t able to focus as well

- seeing that beautiful boy completely vulnerable and exposed before you caused your hormones to wrack your body day and night

- nothing but awkward eye contact since the ‘event’ happened

- cheeks tinted red as you would both look up at one another

- “so, my place tonight? 7?”

- “always” peter would say, lips curling into a sweet and bright smile 

- wow you lOVED HIM WOW

- you’re sitting on the couch, watching a movie with your feet in peter’s lap and his arms resting on your leg

- your eyes float to his intense gaze on the screen before you and can’t help but smile as you gaze at him

- peter’s fingers are absentmindedly rubbing against the rough skin of your leg as his eyes focus on the movie

- the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach is growing as is tOUCH CAUSES YOU TO SHIVER

- but anyway, bACK TO REALITY

- there’s a funny part in the movie that makes you laugh

- but it cAUSES PETER TO FLIP HIS SHIT

- HIS LOUD LAUGHTER ERUPTS THE ROOM AND THE SODA HE HAD IN HIS CUP IS NOW SPLASHED

- ALL OVER YOU

- “PETER WHAT THE FUCK”

- H E A D A S S

- “Y/N OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY”

- the liquid seeped through your blue t shirt and covered your jeans

- thank god your shirt wasn’t white or else it would’ve showed your bright blue bra underneath

peter’s eyes weren’t focused on the wet material sticking to your skin tightly, 

- they weren’t at all

- you groaned before swinging your legs from peter’s lap and made your way to your bedroom to change

- “motheroffuck peter it wasn’T THAT FUNNY JESUS CHRIST-” you scremaed as you opened your bedroom door

- peter’s cheeks flushes red as he rolled his eyes and hollered back, “THE OCTOPUS WAS SUCKING HIS FACE HOW COULD I NOT LAUGH?!”

- your eyes rolled as you swung open the drawers searching for a new shirt to throw on

- except you forgot to close your door

- hahaha fuck

- peter sat blushing in your living room as his attention was no longer on the tv

- he fELT BAD

- really, bad

- he bit his lip in concern and got up

- his plan was to go back and apologize because you seemed really upset

- he doesn’t want you to be upset because that makes him sad:(

- awWW HE CARED

- for something so little wOW

- but, what he expected to walk in on wAS THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE

- “hey, Y/N, I’m sorry I really didn’t mean-”

- oh my god

- no 

- before him was you, standing in the middle of your bedroom, stripped down in nothing but your underwear

- his warm brown eyes immediately turned a shade darker and his heart dropped to his stomach

- his eyes filled with lust, as much as he hated to admit it

-his widened with desire as yours widened with fear

- you froze, eyes meeting his as your realized you had nothing to cover your upper chest area

- your mind shut off as well as your voice as you just started at peter in complete embarrassment

- ALL YOU WANTED TO DO WAS CHANGE YOUR STICKY CLOTHES AND NOW YOU WERE STANDING IN FRONT OF THE CUTEST BOY IN THE WORLD N A K E D

- neither of you dared to utter a word

- the HORMONES FLYING IN THE ROOM WERE SO EVIDENT WOW 

- peter felt his tongue peek out from between his lips as his dark eyes daringly moved slowly down to the curve of your hip

- his heart beat rapidly in his chest as he saw your knees weaken and his eyes trailed your curves lovingly

- he knew what he was doing was so, so wrong

- but his adoring eyes couldn’t help it

- he loved you

- :,)

- “Uh-Uhm, Peter? C-could you close the uh-”

- he snapped out of his trance at the sound of your nervous voice

- “O-Oh, yeah. S-sorry-”

- hIS ASS APOLOGIZES AFTER A GOOD THIRTY SECONDS

- bOth your faces were so flushed you couldn’t even process wHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED

- YOUR HEART WAS BEATING OUT OF YOUR CHEST BECAUSE

- the way peter had stared at you with such adoration made your cheeks grow hot and your stomach knot

- peter parker had just seen you basically naked but your mind was elsewhere<3333

- peter heavily sighed as he made his way back to your living room, his mind flushed with nothing but thoughts of your vulnerable state bc hORMONES?? BUT ALSO LOVE??

- yes peter was so fucking in love with you wow

- “SO i guess we’re even now?” he heard you holler jokingly from your room

- a smirk like smile grew across his pink lips as he shoved his hands into his pockets

- :))))))

- “thank god for soda!” peter yelled back

- uHM PETER?? THINKS?? HE’S??? SLICK???

- HMMM

- a smirk makes its way onto your lips as you remember

- peter parker had seen you half naked

- but you had seen him completely naked ;)) 

- wOW SNEAKY TEEN HORMONES OK THAT IS ALL BYE


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Waking Up Next To Tom (smut headcanon)

  • Waking up next to Tom, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against him
  • Feelings Tom’s chest softly rise and fall as he slept peacefully next to you
  • Placing your hand on top of his gently squeezing it
  • Tom softly groaning, waking up
  • Pulling you even closer to him, squeezing you
  • “Tom you’re hurting me!” you would say laughing, playfully trying to scoot away
  • “Mmmmm, stop moving,” Tom would mumble, burying his face into your shoulder
  • With Tom’s arms still wrapped around your waist, you slowly turn around to face him, laying on your side
  • His brown eyes locked with yours, “Good morning babe.”
  • Leaning into you, he placed a gentle kiss on your lips
  • “You need to brush your teeth,” you say giggling
  • “You know you like it,” Tom responds, giving you another kiss
  • This time the kiss was deeper as your lips skillfully moved against his
  • You gently bit down on his bottom lip, causing Tom to let out a soft moan
  • His tongue ran along your teeth before you allowed him to slip it inside your mouth
  • His hand resting on your hip, his thumb slipping underneath your t shirt, making small circles on your skin
  • Your leg resting on top of his, laying on your side so that your stomach was pressing against him
  • You could feel his erection pressing against your stomach
  • - Tom’s fingers sliding underneath your t shirt, dancing along your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake
  • His hand sliding up your breast, gently squeezing it
  • “Mmmm Tom,” you mutter as his fingers played with your nipple
  • As Tom’s fingers moved back and forth between your breasts your hand would slide down over his bare chest and towards his boxers
  • Moving your hand over the material, you gently squeeze his length while moving your hand along it
  • “Babe,” Tom mutters, need filling his voice
  • He reaches down and pulls the waistband of his boxers down allowing you better access to his length
  • Grabbing your hand he places it on his length
  • “Come on babe,” Tom says, slowly helping you move his hand along him
  • Playfully you roll your eyes, as you began to move your hand steadily along his length
  • His eyes close and he lets out the occasional moan as your hand moved back and forth
  • When he was close to his high, he places his hand on your’s, removing it
  • He begins to roll on top of you, making you roll over onto your back
  • Reaching down, Tom pulls your underwear off and toss them onto the floor
  • Next he removes his boxers and toss them over his shoulders, a smirk planted across his face
  • He props himself up on his elbows, which rested on either side of your head
  • Leaning down he places his lips against yours, kissing you roughly
  • His length pressing against your throbbing core
  • His hips moving against yours as he kissed you
  • Your core begging for attention from Tom
  • “Tom,” you whined, thrusting your hips towards his
  • Tom breaking the kiss as he grabbed his length and moved it along your folds, teasing you
  • Lining himself up with you as he gently pushed his length in
  • Tom beginning to thrust the moment he completely filled you up
  • Only thinking about Tom and how good you felt in this particular moment
  • The room silent except for the occasional moans that slipped through Tom’s and your lips
  • The sound of skin against skin, each body getting sweatier as each minute passed
  • Your hands moving to Tom’s back, nails leaving lines down his skin
  • Tom placing kisses along your neck, occasionally leaving a spot that would turn purple
  • Silently cursing him, knowing you would have to spend a couple minutes longer doing your make up routine
  • Feeling your high approaching and doing your best to hold it off
  • Tom’s thrusting become steadily more sloppy and you knew he was close to his high
  • Your walls clenching around Tom as he released into you
  • With two more final thrusts Tom pulled out and rolled over next to you
  • Tom glancing over at the clock and cursing
  • “What’s wrong?”
  • “I have an interview in an hour and half. I have to get in the shower,” Tom groaned.
  • “Give me a few minutes and I can join you”
  • Tom standing up, walking towards the bathroom naked
  • “When you can walk again, come join me. I’ll be waiting,” he’ll say, grinning
Need You || Bucky Barnes


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Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes found a constant in his life, someone to call his rock no matter what time of day. Someone who cared and loved him. Bucky Barnes found you.

Warnings: S M U T (18+)

Word Count: 1395 words

A/N: i wrote this on a whim and there’s not much to it but i really really like it so here ya go have fun with it

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You Understand, Right? (Part 6): In My Time of Dying

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 1336+ words

TW: Nothing in this chapter!

A/N: I think this was one of the first chapter I wrote after people asked for a sequel. It has a special place in my heart. 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

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It was a couple of days later when Dean had just gotten ready for bed, his eyes closed in hopes for a couple of hours of sleep when Y/N knocked on his door softly, opening the frame, and calling his name at the same time.

At the sound of her voice, Dean all but leaped into alertness. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She didn’t say anything as she made her way to his bed, sitting on the space he left with her legs crossed. She ignored his watchful gaze as she chewed on her lips. No words could describe her time in hell, but she knew she needed to accept the memory. Without realizing it her breathing became shallower, and just as Dean opened his mouth, she burst into tears.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Dean’s heart ached at the sound of her cries. He circled his arms around her, and pulled her against his chest, his legs resting around her figure. “It’s okay. I’m here. Nothing’s gonna hurt you anymore, you hear?” Tears were stinging his eyes as she cried even louder, despair and grief in every teardrop. He had to physically bite his bottom lip to stop himself from crying as well. “Let it all out, sweetheart. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Dean drew small circles on her bottom hip, his other hand stroking the back of her hair.

It felt like hours later, and it probably was when Y/N had finally stopped completely crying. She sniffled continuously, using the collar of her shirt to clean up the mess on her face.

“I’m gonna get you a glass of water,” Dean said, seeing her finally calming down.

Y/N scrambled to grab his arm, shaking her head, pleading for him not to leave her.

“I won’t be long,” he promised.

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picture this.

Originally posted by swagmama

elijah mikaelson x reader

warnings: smut, swearing and adorable smitten elijah.

prompt: elijah finds your private photos and gives in to his desires.

you were temptation and you didn’t even seem to realise it. wether you were sitting with a book on your lap, reading quietly to yourself or stretched out in bed in your tight fitting tank top and underwear, catching elijahs eye as he walked past. 

you’d been living with the mikaelsons for two years, and ever since elijah had laid eyes on you, he’d been smitten. at first, it was an innocent kind of love, wanting to hold you when you cried or wash your hair after he’d ran you a bath but that had escalated quickly to catching himself staring a little longer than usual - eyes darting to your cleavage and well rounded ass before back up to your eyes. 

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