slender waist

Up Against The Wall [a Barry Allen smut]

Request: Could I request an imagine where Barry (e1) is super duper stressed out and one night he just loses it and breaks something and like for some reason you think it’s super hot when he’s mad at then the naughty things happen?? Please and thanks!

a/n: oh boy dom!Barry is…yes


Fuck everything. When Barry enters the apartment, that’s what’s going through his head. With heavy breaths, the speedster paces back and forth in the hallway; hands clasped around his thin neck. His light green button down flows at his slender waist and a low growl escapes his lips, knocking over the vase that’s on the table.

You hear a few crashes come from the living room, startling you. Putting your phone on the nightstand, you creep out of the bedroom, looking at the scene in front of you. Barry huffs, face bright red, standing over a pile of shards. “Barr? Are you okay, sweetheart?” you bite your lip, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction. Honestly, seeing your boyfriend this mad, is really turning you on.

Suddenly, Barry speeds in front of you, gripping your waist; plump pink lips attacking your neck animal like. Your back hits the wall forcefully and you pant, arms wrapping around his head, fingers tangling in his hair. He claws at your purple t-shirt, ripping it off your body, smirking when you gasp. “You.” his voice is muffled by your skin. “Are.” he licks your neck, “Mine.”

His teeth bite down, making you hiss, jumping up and hooking your legs around his tiny torso, grabbing onto his light brown locks harder. Barry flashes off your and his clothes, pinning you to the wall like a work of art, growling. A bold moan drops from your lips and you grind down on him, silently pleading for something.

Smirking, the speedster inserts his dick into your pussy, without warning. You groan, moving your hands down his amazing body, nails leaving scratch marks on his muscled back. “Oh god, Barry!” you breathe when he pounds into you. “W-what got into you?” you mumble, sucking on his impeccable jawline, breasts jiggling from his deep thrusts.

Instead of giving you a real answer, he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue, causing you to gasp, taking him deeper. Panting, you gulp, rocking your hips with his perfectly. He vibrates his finger on your clit, sucking on your boob, messy hair tickling your collarbone. Shouting his name, you feel your stomach tighten and bite down on your lip.

“Close, babygirl?” Barry asks, detaching his lips from your breast, voice lower than it usually is. Nodding, you watch his eyelashes flutter; hazel eyes now a lovely dark green color. “Cum on then.” he bites, thrusting into you harshly, cutting off your throaty moan with an opened mouth kiss.

Your legs quiver when you cum, nails digging into his back, making him hiss. In a second, Barry cums inside the condom, breathing into your mouth. He pants, pushing your hair out of your face to stare at you. “Sorry, I just… I got mad and I…” he shakes his head.

Pecking his lips, you grin at him. “Seeing you mad is a turn on, honestly.” you shrug.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” he winks. Cheeky bastard.

Trans Montparnasse

19th Century Trans Man Montparnasse. My favourite Head canon- and it could be canon. 

  • ‘Effeminate’ and ‘graceful’? Really come one 
  • ‘Slender waist, hips like a woman’- ‘pretty face, cherry-lips, glossy dark hair’  Do I need to say more 
  • Born Female and therefore unable to do most jobs, their parents abandoned them in Montparnasse.
  • He can only scavenge boys clothes, until he is lifted by Patron Minette, who are enchanted by his wit and fierce nature.
  • They clothe him, teach him how to pick locks, steal, flirt, sleight of hand. All of the trade.
  • They rename him Montparnasse, where he was found.  
  • It’s safer on the streets to be male.
  • The bigger your name is, the less likely people are wanting to give you a hard time, so he built himself up to be a monster. 
  • ‘Men can wear corsets too Babet Lord above shut your face and lace me’
  • He quickly found out that nothing in life was fair, and to get what you deserve you have to take it, fight for it. Which is why he cannot quite hate people like Enjolras. 
  • As much as he loathed to be considered a weak female, his physical state meant that he could do a lot more undercover work.
  • Another reason he would sympathize with Eponine, and admire her, safeguard her.

I could go on. And on. Trans Montparnasse is extremely possible, alongside his mirror of Trans Enjolras. 


The Romanov women who were celebrated as great beauties in their day:

Empress Elizaveta I Petrovna (1709-1762)

“She is a beauty the like of which I have never seen … an amazing complexion, glowing eyes, a perfect mouth, a throat and bosom of rare whiteness. She is tall in stature, and her temperament is very lively. One senses in her a great deal of intelligence and affability, but also a certain ambition.”

Empress Elizaveta Alexeievna (1779-1826)

“Her features were fine and even, and her face a perfect oval; her beautiful complexion was not high in colour but its delicacy was totally in keeping with her expression, one of angelic sweetness. Her fair ash coloured hair floated about her neck and forehead. She was dressed in a simple white tunic, gathered by a belt knotted simply around a waist slender as a nymph´s. This young woman appeared exactly as I have described her, standing against the backdrop of an appartment ornamented with classical columns and draped in pink and silver gauze; she looked so ravishing I cried out, “Psyche!” It was in fact Princess Elisabeth, wife of Alexander.” 

Empress Alexandra Fyodorovna (1798-1860)

“The Empress is a tall graceful figure … her little head beautifully set and her expression pleasing and features regular, her hands and arms beautifully shaped and an air of imperial dignity and grace I never saw before. Her dress was perfect - simple and of dazzling whiteness, with a necklace, fringe, drops, etc. that I can only compare to dark blue glass eggs for never did I see their like.”

Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna (1822-1892)

“The Grand Duchess Olga, the second of the emperor´s daughter, has no rival in beauty among the Princesses of Europe, an in this instance, flattery, in asserting her to be the loveliest girl in her father´s dominion, scarcely outstrips the truth.”

Grand Duchess Alexandra Iosifovna (1830-1911)

[Alexandra] loved the Russian extravangance and magnificence, which was entirely in keeping with her extraordinary beauty, her marvelous hair in particular. A few considred that she resembled Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots, whose style of dress Sanny copied. All of Europe spoke of her astonishing jewels, of her pearl necklace, in which each pearl was the size of a nut. … [She] always took a passionate interest in anything which related to the beauty of other women. With typical feminine jealousy she would ask: “Who is the more beautiful, the Empress of Austria or I?” The Empress´s beauty was much praised, and the Grand Duchess Konstantin worried: “Is my hair as fine as the Empress´s? Don´t you think we have the same figure?”

Grand Duchess Elizaveta Fyodorovna (1864-1918)

“I like Ella very, very much. She is so feminine; her beauty is something I will never tire of. Her eyes are extraordinarily beautifully defined and her look is so calm and gentle. Despite her gentle nature and her shyness, one sense in her a certain self-assurance, a recognition of her own strength … [Her husband] was talking to me about his wife and he was enraptured by her, full of her praises.”

Princess Irina Alexandrovna (1895-1970):

“One day when I was out riding I met a very beautiful girl accompanied by an elderly lady. Our eyes met and she made such an impression on me that I reined in my horse to gaze at her as she walked on … [Another time] I had plenty of time to admire the wondrous beauty of the girl who was eventually to become my wife and lifelong companion. She had beautiful features, clear-cut as a cameo, and looked very like her father." 

Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna (1897-1918)

“She’s a grand princess from head to toe, so aristocratic and regal. Her face is pale matte, only the cheeks are slightly rosy, as if pink satin is trying to escape from just under her thin skin. Her profile is flawlessly beautiful, as if cut from marble by a great artist.  The widely set eyes provide uniqueness and originality to her face.”

Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna (1899-1918)

“Maria Nikolaevna can easily be called a Russian beauty. Tall, healthy, with sable eyebrows and a bright blush on her open Russian face, she is especially lovely to a Russian heart. You look at her and involuntarily imagine her dressed in the Russian boyar’s sarafan; snowy muslin sleeves around her hands; on the highly decorated bodice semi-precious stone; and above her white brow, a kokoshnik with the traditional pearls. Her eyes illuminate her entire face by a unique, radiant luster; they sometimes seem black as long eyelashes throw shadows over the bright blush of her soft cheeks.”

Bathing With Taeyong

Taeil  -  Johnny  -  Taeyong  -  Yuta  -  Jaehyun  -  WinWin

Suggested: ‘Showering/Bathing with Taeyong scenario? Please and Thank-you! xoxo’

A/N: I thought about making this a real scenario, but-
- Admin Finn [is lazy]

Originally posted by 1aeyong

  • Cute™
  • It’d be utterly adorable
  • Even tho the both of you would be naked, awkwardly fiddling with your positions in the tub, it wouldn’t be sexual at all
  • It’d probably make you giggle, hearing his whiny tone as he plays in the water, dick in plain sight
  • He likes it when people take care of him- therefore, you’re going to be doing most of the work
  • He’d whine for you to wash his hair for him, enjoying the free scalp massage
  • He’d whine for a lot of things
    [He’d do that thing where he drawls out his voice, his brows furrowing slightly as he tries to hide his grin]
  • He’d raise his voice in irritation when soap got in his eye and would sulk in the tub, splashing the warm water upon his face
    “Ah! It stings!”
    “Stop! You’re getting water everywhere-”

  • He’d do a lot of cute shit, brushing his nose against your own as his affectionate gaze meets your own and he thanks you for preparing a bath
  • It’d be a social event most of the time, the two of you sharing stories about your days and so on
  • If he could, he’d spend hours in the tub with you, soaking in not only the water, but also one another’s presence 
  • He’d pull the ‘I’m tired’ card a lot and try to take a nap while leaning against you, your back pressed to the smooth ceramic of the tub, your chest flush with his back as he rests his head upon your shoulder
    “…You’re heavy-”
    “You’re comfy”
    “I mean it-”
    “Just stay like this for a little while… Then we can switch~”
    “This is something out of a shoujo manga-”

  • Usually the baths would just be ordinary baths, but on special occasions he’d add to the mood, adding bubbles and a few candles
  • Sex in the tub isn’t common, but it does happen on occasion; his cheeky remarks and playful gaze turning to low murmurs and the eyes™ his scrubs turning into gropes, etc…
  • After playing around for a while, whether innocent or not- he’s always the first to get out
  • He gets out first and wraps a towel around his slender waist sloppily before unfolding your towel, holding it open for you
  • It’s cliche, but he enjoys it and proudly thinks of himself as a gentleman as he drapes the towel around your shoulders, drying your arms gently
    “…Your towel fell-”
    “Ah, whoops”
    “Don’t look; who knew you were such a pervert-”
    “Says you”

anonymous asked:

Please do a jealous Jughead fic that ends in smut

okay so I am slowly but surely getting through your asks! Thanks to everyone who has sent me ideas! I promise I will get to them all, please be patient with me though haha

anyway thought I would knock a few birds out with one stone with this one! Thanks to all the wonderful anons who sent these requests! Full disclosure most of my asks is smutty requests haha so get ready! 

Anyway hope you enjoy it ;) sorry it’s a bit long! 

warnings: smut, smut, smut, sin and smut. [with a bit of plot for good measure]

ENVY: The colour of sin

Jealously was not an emotion Jughead was overly fond of. In fact he thinks it’s his least favourite of all the emotions on the broad spectrum of human feeling.

The cause of such jealously; Archie Andrews not so subtly attempting to gain the attentions of Betty Cooper.

It was a paradox- Jughead being jealous of Archie’s jealously and he knew it made zero sense. Yet he couldn’t help the green eyed monster rearing its ugly head when he saw the pair exit the doors of Riverdale High on Friday afternoon.

Well actually if he was being honest, the green eyed monster had been rearing its ugly head for a week now. He had noticed Archie’s preoccupation with his girlfriend grow over the weeks and while he had at first dismissed it as missing his best friend and seeking comfort in her after everything with his dad, Jughead now knew it was actually due to seeking her affections. He hadn’t worked out yet whether Archie himself was actually aware of his change in behaviour toward Betty, but it was irking Jughead none the less. And so he had taken it upon himself to brave the civil war-esque dangers of being at Riverdale high and pick his girlfriend up from school that afternoon; rather than endure another tortured afternoon imaging the moves Archie was putting on her while they walked home.

Betty was sporting her usual pony tail and radiant smile, looking gorgeous as ever, so yeah he got why Archie felt inclined to be attracted toward her. What he couldn’t comprehend was his “best friend’s” need to tug on her pony tail and let his hand linger in the golden locks longer than necessary, before slinging his arm across her shoulders.

Jughead’s eyes narrowed despite Betty casually lifting Archie’s arm off of her with a laugh.

Unable to watch the scenes of ‘All American Boy Next Door tries to win heart of Girl Next Door after realising mistake of letting her go’ any longer Jughead pushed himself off the side of the truck.

“Hey you,” he called casually across the car park in the direction of the pair.

Betty’s eyes instantly strayed from Archie, her green orbs landing on him and immediately alighting. The surprised smile that graced her features temporarily dousing the flames of the burning aggravation inside him.

“Juggie!” she exclaimed through a laugh, practically skipping toward him.

Jughead’s blue gaze softened, the iciness directed at his friend instantly morphing into amused adoration as his girlfriend bounded into his arms. Betty’s own arms wrapped around his shoulders while his found perch on her slender waist.

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Cold | Namjoon x Reader | Mafia! AU

Requested by anon:

mafia au, where namjoon is the leader and is closed off until he meets you, and someone takes you, like a rival gang, and just angst & fluff????

Hope this is what you wanted!

Originally posted by arkysal

When pedestrians saw Kim Namjoon walking in the street, they all perceived him in the same way. Tall, sharp suit, expensive watch: business man.

Occasionally, amiable - and brave - passers-by would offer him greetings, honouring customs, but he would never deign to reply. They all saw him the same: cold.

The people who worked for Namjoon saw him the same way, too: cold. As did the brave individuals who worked alongside him. But these select few knew the truth as to why Namjoon was so cold, and they thus could not blame him for his temperament.

You didn’t have to be a genius to know that being a notorious mafia leader was a tough job. To manage the position, you had to show no remorse, and not ever hesitate when things got gruesome.

Some people that knew the truth about Namjoon’s profession assumed that he acted so cold in order to intimidate his opposition. Others guessed that, after dealing with such violent and devious tasks for so long, Namjoon had truly lost the ability to feel emotion.

But his closest friends knew the truth - he was cold to protect something; no, not something, but someone.

To protect you.

Only a select few knew about you. And how dear you were to Namjoon. As his girlfriend, you were his one solace among his countless criminal tasks he fulfilled day in day out. His one sliver of normality and comfort in his dark world.

If he maintained his heartless façade, then his opposition would never discover his weakness - you - and no harm would ever come to you.

Keeping you safe was Namjoon’s one priority, and he prayed there would never come a day when he was not able to do that.

Unfortunately, his prayers were not answered.

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Throughout the course of history, the standard of female beauty has significantly shifted, shaping the ways in which women look and are perceived. Buzzfeedvideo has compiled a short feature with a diverse cast of models, who take the viewer on a journey through the last 3,000 years of beauty. From the curvaceous bodies of the renaissance period in Italy, to the boyish, 1920s figures in the United States, the dramatic evolution proves societies’ standards are constantly unfolding.

Take a look at this video to follow history’s course through trends following everything from full-figures to tiny feet.

04. how many strokes, baby boy?

JiHope (MXM)
Werewolf!AU (Alpha!Hoseok, Omega!Jimin).
This is literally just filthy sex, co-written by my bae caitlyn. <3
Warnings:  BDSM, daddy kink, choking, overstimulation, anal sex, spanking.

AO3 Link 

Hoseok groaned massaging his shoulders and let out a humorless laugh, isn’t it ironic that the physiotherapist would be the one that needed a massage? He was scrolling through his messages when he caught sight of Jimin’s name. The little brat had changed his display picture, he narrowed his eyes and clicked his profile picture. Hoseok eyes widened in shock as he read Jimin’s status, “Daddy, I need you…” Hoseok swallowed his pants feeling his pants immediately tightened as his mind went through the events of last night, specifically the scene of Jimin tied by his own belt against his headboard whimpering ‘Daddy’. Hoseok groaned, he knew that Jimin was teasing him and couldn’t resist teasing him back. He played out his rage well convincing Jimin that he would be facing his alpha’s rage when they met next and instructed to him that if he wanted to be forgiven, he was not allowed to touch himself.

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hey just a daily reminder to be really critical of the fetishization of mlm in fandom spaces. And I mean actually. Don’t just say it’s bad and then continue to produce and consume fanworks that fetishize them.

A handy list of things to call out;

  • any use of the phrase “top or bottom” by someone who is not mlm

  • hot/sinful as well as cute/my gay babies. just,,,no

  • drawing of (cis) boys with over exaggerated feminine anatomy, including big hips and unrealistically slender waists. 

  • literally any porn of mlm not created by mlm. it’s all bad. all of it. stop it.

  • yaoi/bl/boys love fujoshi/fangirl/”enthusiast”

  • discussions of sexual headcanons for mlm (not written by mlm) not including sexuality headcanons (i.e x character is gay is fine. descriptions of what x likes done to him in bed is not)

  • over feminization of mlm characters in personality/behavior (as well as appearance)

  • phrases like “yaaaassss queen” and treating mlm as a sassy stereotype

  • having mlm be the gay best friend to a straight girl character

  • shipping real life people, at all, ever
How Monsta X Would Kiss You


how are you gonna be face to face with hyunwoo’s precious cheeks and not?? cup?? them?? like imagine you wake up and he’s still asleep so you just kinda roll onto your stomach and cup his cheeks, waking him with soft pecks. nd he kinda groans into the kiss bc why are you waking him up but also he isn’t mad abt it. i see hyunwoo as a waist guy like i think his hands are immediately going to go to your back/waist/sides under your shirt bc that’s one of his favorite places to touch you. now to the kiss!!!! since he’s laying down he’s probably going to find a way to turn you over so he’s the one above you. and while one hand is planted on your waist the other will probably go to cup your cheek. i said i was going to get to the kiss a whole runaway sentence ago i’m so sorry. okay so his lips seem extra soft? and since it’s morning it’s probably such a slow, lazy makeout session but like who’s complaining?? probably bites your lips gently just because he really likes your lips and esp how red they can get when he applies a lot of pressure to them. like he’s soft but he’s also rough as he begins to get more confident ya feel?

Originally posted by sohnofhyunwoo

just imagine this is you and not kihyun

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Mess with Them - part 10

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: This is a re-write of Chandler and Monica’s secret relationship.

Word Count: 990

Warnings: None

A/N: Last chapter. I’m sad that it’s ending but it was a really fun story to write and I hope you enjoyed the ride. Love you guys! (Dialogue from s5ep14) *coughs* epilogue *coughs*

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Epilogue]

Originally posted by marveling-over-imagines

Steve entered the bathroom, cringing as Wanda told him to grab a few condoms. You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub and stood up when he closed the door behind him.

“Babe, I’m so proud of you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and planted a deep kiss on his lips.

“She asked if I had condoms.” Steve blinked rapidly, chasing the images away.

“Top drawer of your nightstand, though they might be a few months old, you should check the date.”

He stepped backwards, an incredulous expression etched on his handsome face. “I’m not gonna use ‘em!” He struggled to keep his voice low.

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Friday Night

Pairings- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings- Attempted fluff.

It started when your favorite TV show changed its timings.

  Now, you had to work at four in the evening, and couldn’t be watching TV at that time. Even though new episodes aired once a week on Fridays, it wasn’t worth your hide playing hooky- you worked for Nick Fury, directly under Steve Rogers. And paperwork sucked, but all the Avengers had to do it. Well, except Tony, he paid Peter to do his.

  Your only other option was to stay up Friday night and catch the show’s repeat at one am. 

  So at half past twelve you settled down in the huge living area of the Avengers compound, with plenty of candy, a fluffy pillow and a blanket.

  Bucky woke up screaming, as usual. 

 He found himself sitting up in bed, gasping for breath, his mind a mess of broken images and chants of “Heil Hydra!”

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anonymous asked:

hi i saw your workout post um what workout would u reccomend to get a kpop idols body such as nana sooyoung goo hara hyorin hyuna etc i know i cant get there exact bodys but what would u reccomend lol a body like good waist thin but toned legs etc like a skinny toned body i know its kind of a weird question lol and sorry if my english is bad im from brazil ps love your blog you just scored a new follower

I’ve answered popular kpop diets here and you could see a general trend of idols eating similar foods that you could incorporate and adjust to your meals!

And I found some workout and diet advice from female idols on youtube:

Some are more helpful than others, but they all give good motivation. And the ones without subtitles, you could get a general understanding and see the food and workouts. Good luck :-)

Thief - Dally Winston Imagine

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @interwebseriesfan24 ! Hope you enjoy @blogfandoms! This prompt was is #16 on this prompt list.

Word Count: 233

Warnings: None

Pairing: Dally Winston x Reader

This is the most comfortable I’ve ever been in my whole life. My boyfriend’s solid red t-shirt, black sweatpants, and white socks are probably the softest articles of clothing in existence and they smell just like Dallas Winston’s soap. Sighing happily, I curl up on the couch in our apartment and grab a magazine.

I’m pretty involved in the story I’m reading and nearly have a heart attack when someone clears their throat. “Were you playing dress up or something?”

“No,” I blush and turn to face Dally. “I just got cold.”

Amused, Dallas sits beside me. “We pay our gas bill so you can turn up the heat and not be cold, you know.”

“Maybe I just ran out of clean clothes to wear and didn’t wanna walk around naked.”

“You missed me, didn’t you,” Dally laughs. “I’m in jail for a week and you raid my closet.”

“Our closet,” I remind him.

“Still my clothes, doll.”

Shrugging, I inch closer to the tough blond and wrap my arms around his slender waist. “Aw, you like me.”

Dally raises an eyebrow and peers down at me. “Aside from the fact that we’re dating, what gave you that idea?”

“You’re letting me cuddle you,” I beam.

Dally smiles a little and shakes his head. “You’re crazy, doll. But it’s okay.”

Never Get A Break - Jaehyun

Requested: OMG adm Finn the jaehyun make out was soo perfect kyaaaaah~😙 your writing is amazing, like a professional, it’s so good! 👍👏👌Now I need the hot steamy makout with Jaehyun too lol.😁 Tysm ily 💜💛💚💟✌

A/N: Sorry, it’s probably not as steamy as you wanted, it’s rlly fluffy :’)
Also it’s 3AM so I apologize for producing garbage ^^;

**suggestive language**

Word Count: 485

Your back pressed to the granite counter, a gentle laugh escaping your plush lips. Your fiancé’s hands wandered under your sweater, his calloused fingertips setting your skin ablaze. He smiled, his soft dimple showing as his lips brushed your cheek.

“I missed you” he murmured.

His fingertips prodded at your ticklish sides, making you squirm.

“No!” you giggled, pushing at his chest gently.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it” he whispered, pressing his frame flush to your own.

Jaehyun stopped his antics, instead pulling your waist closer. His gaze softened, his smile fading. He leant down, tilting his head gently. Your eyes fluttered close, your heart throbbing. You waited expectantly, slowly peaking an eye open after a few moments. Jaehyun’s gaze met your own before he drew back, laughing obnoxiously.
You pouted, stalking past him.
He grasped your elbow, guiding you to lean against the counter once again. He leant close once again, his tall frame obstructing your view.

“Is this what you wanted?”

He smiled, knowing your irritated façade would soon fade. He caressed your jaw gently, leaning down to capture your lips. A muffled sigh escaped you, your heart fluttering. Endearingly, his lips slowly coaxed yours to dance.
Your small hands gripped his sweater tightly, pulling him closer. His gentle caress soon became a controlling grip. His starved lips devouring your own hastily.
Gasping, you peaked and eye open as he pushed you onto the counter, knocking over a glass of water. You drew back, your gaze stern.
He ignored you, his lips trailing over your exposed collarbone. Your fingers wove into his soft hair, yanking harshly. He met your gaze, wincing slightly.

“You have to clean this up-”

“Later” he mumbled, chasing after your lips once again.

You smiled into the kiss, moaning quietly.
Jaehyun’s large hands moved to your thighs, agilely guiding your lithe legs to wrap around his slender waist. You shifted, your core pressing to his confined manhood. His lips stuttered, parting in awe. You introduced your sly tongue to his own, draping your arms over his broad shoulders.
Suddenly, a phone rang loudly, the obnoxious cry making you knit your brows together. You reached into the back pocket of Jaehyun’s jeans carefully. His lips left your own, his stature straightening.

“It’s Doyoung” you remarked.

He snatched his phone from you, hugging your head into his soft sweater, smothering you.

“Hey” he casually answered, ignoring your pathetic writhing.

“My hair!” you hollered, your hands quickly finding their way under his sweater.

Desperately, you attempted to tickle him, grinning as he let out a weak laugh, releasing you.

“What are you doing?” Doyoung questioned.

You slid from the wet granite counter, pouting as your moist jeans rode up uncomfortably.

“Nothing-” Jaehyun assured, “You should see (Y/n) right now… she’s so wet.”

Jaehyun snickered quietly as Doyoung stuttered.

“I never get a break” you muttered quietly, striding toward the bathroom, rolling your eyes.