A/N: This is my fic, I’m just re-posting onto my sideblog
“I hope you don’t think I’m done with you, baby girl. I haven’t even fucked you yet.” Jimin looked at you with a smirk. He pushed you off of his thigh and moved down the bed so that his head was now on the pillow. He motioned for you to move closer to him, eyeing you as you crawled closer. When you got within his arm’s reach, Jimin grabbed your waist and brought you on top of him, facing his legs. He pulled you by your thighs, so that you were now hovering above his face, the realization of what he was about to do sinking in, “I’ve been dying to find out how you taste baby, don’t make me wait any longer.”
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stuart Twombly/Reader Words: 2,656 AN: A little birdie told me there’s going to be a couple of Stuart fics coming out in the next week….here’s one for ya. I love you guys, I hope you like!
Your boyfriend Stuart worked long hours a lot, and it could get pretty lonely. He loved his job, and you knew it he was good at it. He was incredibly smart, and he’d been chosen out of hundreds of applicants for the internship that got him started with Google, and you were so, so proud of him. You just missed him.
He texted you whenever he had a free moment, asking you about your day, and making plans with you for dinner, telling you stories about his co-workers, or jokes that made you laugh. But sometimes you wished he could stay in bed with you all day, putting those fingers to better use on your body, instead of on his phone or computer.
→ In which Hyungwon has been trying to get in your pants for a long time and admittedly, you’ve wanted the same
*gif not mine*
Word count: 3k
Anon: Hyungwon rough smut pls. Theres no reason just him being horny & needy & feel like having a rough sex hehe tq!! ♥️
(I kinda gave a reason but either way he’s horny, needy and lowkey angry so that results in rough sex??? hope it meets your expectations)
The attraction has always been there.
He always looks at you for way too long, eyes always roaming over your body when he thinks you aren’t looking. When you speak you have his undivided attention, eyes staring intently at the way your lips curve around every word that leaves your mouth.
Hyungwon knows all of your quirks and habits. The way you bite your lower lip when you concentrate, the way your leg bounces or how you tap your fingers when you’re nervous or anxious. Everyone knows Hyungwon isn’t the most observant guy around, always in his own little world or sleep, but everyone sees how he perks up around you.
You noticed it a while ago.
Whether he was just physically attracted to you, you don’t know and you don’t care. You just know you enjoy the feeling of his eyes boring into various parts of your body. You find humor in the lingering hugs he gives you, hands slowly dragging off of your body when you pull away. You enjoy the not so secret looks when the squad is together.
He’s very flirtatious, and you either laugh at his attempts or play along.
Hyungwon doesn’t appreciate your laughter when he’s being serious about you. Especially not tonight.
You’re drinking, and you’re in such a good mood it made you a buzzed, giggling mess. Everything is funny to you and you hadn’t even had much to drink.
“When are you gonna stop playing?” he asks, plump lips brushing the back of your ear as he whispers his question. His chest leans against your shoulder as he bends down to your height, body heat already radiating through the cotton of your shirt.
“When are you gonna stop trying?” you tease, turning your head to look at him.
The proximity of your faces makes the smile that was already playing on your mouth stretch, amused by the way he licks his lips at the fact your own are so close.
“If you wanted me to stop you wouldn’t entertain me,” he states matter-of-factly.
With a chuckle, you turn around to completely face him, looking up at him with a shake of your head.
“But that doesn’t mean I want you,” you taunt, hands sliding their way up his arms to his shoulder, completely contradicting your words. His eyebrow twitches before a grin of his own plays on his lips.
“You might as well just let me take you home for the night, ____. You’ve been there plenty of times already.”
“I’ve been to your house when you didn’t have the intentions of fucking me, so that’s different.”
You catch the playful glint in his eyes as he rubs his lips together.
“Actually, every time you come around I have the intention to fuck you. On every surface and corner of my house,” he admits with no shame, his hands reaching out to get nice handfuls of your ass. The action makes your eyes widen in surprise before they squint in mock annoyance. “Especially in front of the mirror.”
You know exactly which mirror he’s referring to. It takes up half of one of his bedroom walls, directly in front of his bed and whenever you’re at his place you use it to take pictures or do your makeup when the rest of the group wants to pregame before going out.
“You’re awfully bold tonight,” you sigh, turning back around and making his hands drop from your ass. “I just wanted to enjoy a few drinks and you’re over here telling me about fantasies that will never become reality,” you laugh, grabbing your drink off of the bar and chugging it down.
“You’re awfully harsh tonight,” Hyungwon counters,not falling for your act.
Hyungwon knows he tempts you. He knows his words effect you exactly the way he wants. The chase to get you is no doubt fun for the both of you. You get the satisfaction of having him always shower you in compliments and boosting your ego. For him, the wait makes him yearn for you even more, and makes him want to do so much more to your body each time you brush him off.
Leaning into you again, Hyungwon gingerly drags his pillow-like lips up the side of your neck before pulling on your earlobe softly. “Just be mine already.”
His breath makes you want to shiver, but you force your body to suppress the feeling.
“If you can look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t want this then I’ll leave you alone, really.”
The way his tone switches from arrogant to serious, voice dropping a few octaves, makes your stomach flip. You want him almost as much as he want you, and maybe it’s the drinks that you downed, but you’re really considering finally giving into him.
You turn around, straightening your face. The look in his eyes shows that he’s ready for rejection, but when you reach up to get a hold of the back of his neck you see a brief smile before your lips crash into his.
There’s a blur of finding Hyunwoo and Kihyun to tell them the two of you are leaving, their eyes drifting down to where yours and Hyungwon’s hands are clasped together before asking how much you’ve had to drink with smirks on their faces. The car ride consists of Hyungwon speeding and you mulling over the fact you really gave into your desires after waiting so long. You might regret it in the morning, but month after month of Hyungwon’s fleeting touches and words of how much he wants you have built up and you can’t resist him anymore.
“Can’t believe you made me wait this long,” is growled into your neck, slim, long fingers quickly unzipping your skirt before pushing it down. You hum at his words, kicking the skirt to the side. The vibration of his complaint has your eyes drifting shut as you tilt your head further to the side. “I’ve been trying to fuck you for over a year now.“
You hadn’t even made it up the stairs before Hyungwon was pressing into your back once again, eager to touch you now that you’ve finally given him permission to do so.
"Then make it worth the wait,” you breathe out, ready for him to prove to you that losing your internal fight of resisting him was worth it. He’s barley done anything yet, lips only softly trailing from your shoulder up to your neck, but your skin is already heating up and your breathing is heavier.
In the blink of an eye Hyungwon turns you around and picks you up. You squeal at the sudden change before laughing, wrapping your legs around his waist cupping your hand around the back of his neck. The other rakes through his hair, pushing his bangs back and messing up his blond locks in the most perfect way.
“Wow I didn’t think your little noodle arms were capable of doing this,” you comment, impressed. He stops his dead in his tracks in the middle of the stairway to glare at you.
“Keep it up and I’ll drop you right here,” he deadpans before continuing his journey to his room.
The pout you give him is exaggerated, followed by yet another giggle at your next thought.
“In your fantasies, did you fuck me on the stairs, too?”
Hyungwon doesn’t bother to answer you, instead flopping you down onto the foot of his bed. He reaches for the back of the collar of his shirt before roughly ripping the cotton off of his body. The streetlight near his window casts shadows on his skin and you can’t help the way your eyes follow the outlines of his toned abdomen. You can feel the heat of his gaze, watching you as you watch the way his fingers fumble with his belt. When he pulls it off your bottom lip is sandwiched in between your teeth and there’s yet another stir in your stomach.
At the sound of his voice ripping through your thoughts, low and gravelly, your body instantly reacts. Your ass scoots to the very edge of the bed and your fingers are grabbing at the waistband of his pants, prying the button and zipper open. Pulling both his jeans and boxers down mid-thigh, Hyungwon’s excitement hangs half hard oh so close to your face, you look up at him in question.
He’s already staring down at you with dark, hooded eyes that are almost covered by his bangs, sending a spark throughout your body that goes straight to your clit. All he does is tilt his head and you know what you are to do next.
Bringing your hand up to your mouth, you spit into it before it wraps around the base of his dick. You keep your eyes focused on his own as you begin moving your hand up and down, feeling his cock harden under your touch. He licks his lips, raking his hair back before the same hand is gripping the top of your head and pulling your face close to his cock, silently commanding you to get to it.
The fingers already in your hair get tangled once you take half of him into your mouth, giving him a long suck, cheeks hallowing. You hear his breath leave his body in a huff when your tongue traces the vein at the underside of his shaft.
“Don’t start,” Hyungwon warns you just as you flick the end of your tongue over his tip, making sure to dig into the slit. Going back to pumping with your hand, you back up your head to look up at him. “Start what?” you question, wanting to get under his skin.
You don’t really give him enough time to answer, taking him back into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down as your lips and tongue drag back and forth around his stiff cock, hand following the motions. There’s a barely concealed groan above you, and then the hand in your hair pushes you further down onto his dick, the tip jabbing into the back of throat and making you gag at the suddenness.
With a gasp, you rest your hand on his thighs and pull away once again to glare up at him. “You’re such an asshole,” you cough out.
A mumbled whatever is your response, Hyungwon pushing you right back down and your mouth instinctively opens up wide to take him in. He’s an asshole, but you’ve been wanting to choke on his dick for the longest.
The grip on the top of your head switches to the back and Hyungwon holds your head in place. He doesn’t bother to ease you in, instantly thrusting into your mouth harshly and slipping down your throat repeatedly.
His grunts and his rough actions make you moan, your panties soaked and clinging to your folds as you rub your thighs together for even the smallest amount of friction. Your nails dig into the meat of his thighs, eyes squeezed shut as you enjoy the brutality. You can feel the spit pooling at the sides of your stretched mouth and the sting of tears behind your shut eyelids, and you love it.
“I swear,” Hyungwon starts, slowing his pace but only to increase the impact of his thrust. Your fingers grasp at his legs even harder and your jaw is slackening all the way while a long moan resonates in the big space of his room at the feeling. “You won’t be able to walk or talk correctly when you leave tomorrow.”
You open your watery eyes, taking in the veins that are bulging out Hyungwon’s forearm on the arm that’s keeping you in place. You take in the rise and fall of his chest, eyesight dipping down to catch the motion of his hips as his pelvic bone brushes against your lip each time he thrusts forward. Humming, you hum to let him know you understand. Hyungwon is going to take out all of the frustration you’ve caused on you tonight with no remorse, and you’re ready for it.
All of the air in your body rushes out in small coughs after he removes his dick from your mouth, jerking himself off slowly as he stares down at your struggle in satisfaction.
You glower at him before following his instruction, quickly tossing your shirt on the floor and getting rid of your bra and panties as he finishes taking off his jeans.
When he grabs your wrist, Hyungwon lifts you up and brings you to the side of his bed before turning you around and pushing you forward, making you bend and land on his soft duvet on your stomach. He nudges your dangling legs apart, two long fingers wasting no time to slide two fingers along your slit and then into your entrance.Two turns into three and you’re practically fucking yourself on his digits as he speeds up the pace of his pumping, quiet pleas for him to hurry things up tumbling out of your mouth.
“Look to your right,” he rasps out, pulling his fingers out of your dripping core. Hyungwon steps away and then a dim light from his nightstand is cut on before he’s behind you again. When you follow his instructions once again, you catch the sight of the two of you in the infamous mirror. You catch his eye in the mirror, him biting his lip as he strokes his cock once more at the sight. Opening your legs for him, you arch your back a little to stick your ass further in the air, wanting him to hurry up and fuck you into oblivion like his actions and words have promised.
“Keep them closed for me, baby.”
Seconds after pressing your thighs together you see and feel him line himself up at your entrance. You let out a sigh once the head of his cock pushes in, but when he thrusts the rest in harshly and quickly you’re gasping for air and clenching your fist, balling up the silk covers underneath you.
“A fucking year,” he grunts out when he bottoms out. Smooth hands slide up the back of your thighs before roughly grabbing onto your ass, fingers and nails digging into the flesh. Your inner walls clench at the feeling, Hyungwon softly groaning at the feeling. “God you feel so good.”
“Come on,” you whine, wiggling your ass to prompt him to move.
Keeping his hold on the meat of your cheeks, he slowly drags his cock out all the way. Not even a second later he’s thrusting back into you roughly, knocking the breath out of you and making your eyes go wide. He continues this, breathing heavily each time he’s completely inside of you.
“I don’t know if I want to take my time with you or fuck you senseless,” he chuckles, voice just barely strained.
“Fuck me senseless,” you pant out immediately. You want him to fuck you so hard you have to stay in his bed due to your legs feeling like jello and your pussy being too sore. You want Kihyun to possibly walk back into their shared house and hear everything that’s going on in Hyungwon’s room. You need more.
He listens, the speed of his hips quickening and the force behind his thrusts increasing. You push your upper body up by your forearms and let your head hang forward, the moans spilling out of you only rising in volume as he gives you exactly what you wanted.
The sound of his hipbones ramming into your ass and the wet squelching of his dick repeatedly burying into your dripping core echos throughout the room. His balls slap against your folds, no doubt getting wet as well.
One of his hands leave your ass in favor of moving to your hair. Wrapping your locks around his fingers, he jerks your head to the right, the pull making your scalp scream in the most delicious way.
“I told you to look.”
Both of you are adorned in thin layers of sweat. Your hooded eyes stare back at you and you can barely recognize yourself. Neck outstretched, mouth hanging open as high pitched moans bubble out of your throat, and even in the shitty light, you can see how flushed your body is. Seeing the way your ass jiggles with each thrusts, the way his prominent hipbones connect and disconnect from the bouncing flesh just arouses you even more and you’re not going to last much longer.
“Mm you look so good like this,” Hyungwon coos. “Nice and fucked out. Gonna come soon?”
You nod, trying your hardest to meet his eyes in the reflection. But when his hands are lifting your hips up a scream rips from your throat, eyes rolling back and jaw slackening even more at the feeling of his tip jabbing at that one glorious spot within you. Somehow his thrusts manage to gain even more power and there’s already a burning ache in your core. You bury your face into his comforter, screams muffled as your walls flutter around his cock, having the best orgasm you’ve ever experienced.
Hyungwon’s rhythm gets sloppy, his body bending over yours while he chases his own orgasm. The continuous assault on your sensitive pussy has your eyes squeezing shut, spots of white showing behind your eyelids.
With one last thrust he bottoms put, hips pressing into your bottom harshly as ropes of cum spill inside of you. You’re both out of breath and motionless for a while.
“You probably have the best pussy I’ve ever fucked.”
You chuckle at his random outburst, turning your head so that your cheek is pressed into his bed, looking at your reflection once again.
He shrugs, slowly pulling out with his bottom lip in between his teeth. Your hole clenches around air, greedy for more even though it’s completely done for, sore and aching in the best way. Hyungwon flips you around, spreading your legs for him to settle in between.
“I’d have to taste you to be completely sure.”
A/N: I honestly can’t talk dirty for the life of me so this isn’t exactly how I pictured writing rough sex but uh, hope you enjoy lmaoo
HELLO i have a request. a smut with jungkook X reader, u a Dom and he is a sub! Nothing with like him having to call u mistress but a cock ring involved and u don’t let him cum only come close multiple times while he begs and begs & is in tears with pleasurable agony maybe he can be tied up with satin like his wrists & u eventually take the ring off and make him cum orally & vaginally so many times that he comes extremely close to passing out & he is ur oppa I’m sorry I’m asking for so much! 🔞
You walked back in with a glass on water, leaning against the door frame, strutting the black lingerie Jungkook loved so much. Jungkook looked over at you in tired, pleading eyes, with his arms above his head and a gag in his mouth. All this because he said he was your oppa and could forever control you. Sadly, he was wrong. Smirking, you took a sip and sat it down on the nightstand walking over to him, standing over him. He stared into your eyes and begged for forgiveness but you just shook your head tsk-ing.
“tsk. tsk. tsk. What am I going to do with you Kookie?” You asked as you combed his hair back. He shut his eyes, sensitive by your touch, submitting to you. You petted his head and walked over between his spread legs, that were strapped to the bedpost, and laid between them, staring at his veiny cock that was red and purple from the cock ring and edging. You cocked your head to the side as you stared at the sudden premium that oozed. You pressed your finger on the substance, touching his sensitive member, causing him to whimper. You looked at him as you played the cum between your thumb and index finger. “You’ve been taking your punishment well Kookie. It looks like it hurts,” you said. He quickly nodded his head. Teasing him, you bend his cock lightly and watched as it slapped back up. He shut his eyes tightly to keep himself from cumming, because he knew how your punishments were. They were so overwhelming his eyes often drifted off to pass out. You smiled at him and pressed a light kiss on his cock and he moaned. “I’ll reward you.” His face lit up by the sudden joy. “After a couple more.” He whined and you switched the cock ring on that stopped midway of his cock, because it was so big. It started vibrating and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as his thighs started to shake. You crawled onto his chest and leaned down to him, grabbing his chin as your core was inches away from his cock.
“Look at me, oppa.” He looked at you with squinted eyes and you pressed a kiss on his cheeks and on his neck. Taking the gag off, he breathed out heavily as he moaned out loud. You smiled. “You were saying I could never be dom?” You questioned as you grinder your core on his abdomen. He pulled on the restrained and clenched his jaw. “Tell me, Oppa.” He let out a loud groan and his clenched his fist. “Your so good, mistress.” You pressed your lips on his as you guys made out sloppy. He pulled away to throw his head back and moan. You giggled as you grabbed his face and made him look at you. His eyes were shut tightly as you signed a cumming. “Don’t you dare.” He nodded his head and you grabbed his cock from behind you and ran his cock between your slit. You couldn’t lie,it felt good. It made you wet and Kookie begged for a cumming. “Oh you wanna cum baby?” He nodded his head quickly. You pressed him inside you and you two both moaned and you quickly pulled him out. The cock ring was still vibrating and it sent a vibrate through his cock into you. You threw your ass back on him and quickly pulled back. You repeated it until Kookie couldn’t take it and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Not wanting him to pass out, you turned off the cock ring and grabbed his face making him look at you.
“Oppa~!” You called as you slapped his face gently. He looked at you with tired eyes and looked at you. “Please take it off.” You nodded and you got up and sat between his legs as he watched you slip the cock ring off quickly. You wrapped your hand around his cock and started pumping him quickly, sending him cumming in seconds. You watched as his expressions continued as he took his cumming. He tried to pull away from you from the sensitivity. You gladly unwrapped your hand watched him continue his orgasm. His whole body shook of overwhelming pleasure. It took him a minute to relax and you were running your hand between his thigh, as you waited patiently.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much, mistress,” he gulped. You smiled and licked up his mess. “No problem baby. But now, its time to satisfy me.” He nodded and you reached over the ropes and untied him and he looked like a limp rag doll. You laid between his thighs, with your legs opened to him. You spread your pussy lips open to him. Using the little strength he had, he got on his knees and leaned down and pressed his lips on your clit. You gasped at the pleasure and grabbed the back of your head. He sucked your clit and flicked, causing you to throw your head back. He pushed his tongue inside and licked every corner, loving your taste. He loved the taste of dom on his lips. He looked up you and licked your fold before moving to your slit. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled him away.
“Good boy,” you said breathless. You pushed him down and sat on his cock and started bouncing and grinding your hips. He let out a whine and grabbed your hips, his nails piercing you but you didn’t care. Kookie thrusted his hips up into you and screamed out in pleasure. To silence him, you pressed your lips on his and grinder your hips harder. He grabbed your ass and squeezed it, causing you to moan in his mouth. Just the feel of his tip grazing your g-spot brought you to the edge. “I’m c-cum-” you couldn’t finish your sentence, because you found yourself cumming. Kookie was right behind you, grabbing your ass tightly as you felt him explode. You can down from your high as soon as you felt him go limp. “Jesus kookie. I love you,” you said as you look down but to see a passed out Kookie. You smiled and pressed a kiss on his forehead and you turned on the fan to calm him down.
SORRY IVE BEEN GONE! I WAS GOING THROUGH SCHOOL AND MY DUMBASS HAS SUMMER SCHOOL! BUT I WILL BE UPDATING AGAIN! LOVE YOU ALL!
You had never realized how long a single minute really was until now. Time seemed to pass agonizingly slowly there in the corner of your closet, hidden in the darkness, feeling every beat of your heart pound against your chest as you waited, hoping that by some miracle Jerome would not find you. The whole house was as quiet as it was dark, with only one sound to be heard; the ginger maniac’s heavy footfalls slowly approaching.
“Come out, come out wherever you are!” His voice rang out down the hall in a sing-song kind of way, like you were children playing hide and seek. Though, you supposed that’s exactly what you were doing, only death was on the line and there was absolutely no way you were going to reveal your hiding spot even if he decided to give up playing.
You and Bucky hadn’t been able to be alone since you had snuck out of his room a week ago.
It was driving you mad.
You took a deep breath and opened the door to the conference room. You laid the files on the table and got the coffee brewing. You had just bent down to get the cups out of the cabinet when the door opened behind you.
“Unf… Buck, what are you doing?” you heard Steve say.
You straightened back up quickly and turned to see that Bucky had stopped right in the middle of the doorway, causing Steve to crash into him. You blushed because you knew that Bucky had gotten a great view of your ass. The slit in the back of your skirt had probably awarded him a peak of your thighs as well.
Steve pushed Bucky forward, walking around him to see you standing there. He laughed softly and shook his head. “Good morning darlin’.”
You sent him a shy smile with a wave and watched as Bucky sat down in the chair next to the one you always sit in. Steve laughed harder, sitting across from him.
You turned around and poured 2 cups of coffee for them. You bent over the table to hand Steve his. You almost dropped Bucky’s cup when you felt a hand wrap around the back of your knee.
Sitting his cup in front of him, you looked down at him incredulous. His fingers trailed up the back of your leg as far as your skirt would allow. “Thanks doll,” he said, his voice turning husky.
“Would you like me leave?” Steve asked abruptly.
You jumped away from Bucky and went to pick up the file folders. Bucky threw his coffee stirring straw at Steve, and mumbled something under his breath.
Yoongi’s excitement could barely be held to
himself when he realized how soon his mommy would be home. He had been a good
boy all day. He was all dressed up in his navy and white striped oversized
sweater, and his navy lacy panties just like his mommy liked. He had colored
her a pretty picture of her favorite flowers in all of her favorite colors. He
played with his stuffies, and talked about how he was going to rule the world
with his music and his stuffies combined, and for the most important part, he
didn’t touch himself all day, he knew that if he did his mommy would find out
and he would be punished for it. He didn’t want to be punished like he was
yesterday, seeing as his ass still hurt a bit from it being spanked as many
times as it had.
When Y/N arrived at home she found Yoongi
lounging on the couch with his favorite paci in his mouth and his favorite mint
green alpaca stuffie in his arms while he watched Sailor Moon. He hadn’t heard
her come in until she sat down next to him. He quickly took his paci out of his
mouth and hugged her.
“Mommy!!” He cried out.
“How’s my little prince today, were you a good
boy?” She asked.
Yoongi nodded quickly. “I was a very good boy
today, I colored a picture for you, played with my stuffies, and didn’t touch
“You were a very good boy today then, so you
know what that means?” She asked.
Yoongi shook his head. Before he knew it, he was
being snuggled into and his face was getting smothered in kisses. He let out
giggles and had his signature gummy smile on his face. He was very happy that
he could make her happy with his actions.
“Do I get a reward mommy?” He asked through his
“You want a reward huh?” She replied back.
“Yooni wants a reward for being a good boy!” He
“I suppose you could have a reward. What kind of
reward do you think you want?” She asked as she wrapped her arms around his
It wasn’t long before Yoongi said what he
wanted. “I want mommy to kiss me all over, and mark me, and make me feel good.”
“I think I can manage that baby boy.” She said
with a light smile.
Y/N lead Yoongi down the hall and to their
shared bedroom, where Yoongi quickly hopped on the bed and laid down waiting
for Y/N to come take care of his needs. She started at his neck, kissing
lightly before she started sucking dark red marks into the boy’s pale skin, and
soothing it away with licks to his neck. She had only just started and Yoongi
had started quietly whining over her actions.
She took off the boy’s shirt to continue her
trail of kisses down Yoongi’s torso. She made it down to the small divot in
Yoongi’s chest before she kissed her way over to his left nipple and started
sucking on it while playing with his right nipple. He had sensitive nipples,
she knew what she was doing to him because of her actions. His little cock
twitched to life, becoming harder as she continued to suck and play with his
nipples. Y/N had decided that she had tortured the boy’s nipples long enough
when he wouldn’t stay still enough for her to continue her actions, so she
continued her way down his stomach peppering kisses just above his waistband of
his panties, which could be classified as ruined because of the precum that had
seeped through the thin material. She smiled up at him before sliding the
panties down his legs. She sucked marks into the sensitive skin of his inner
thighs while fondling his balls to make him squirm in his spot.
“Mommy.” Yoongi whined out.
“What is it baby boy?” She asked, stopping all
“I need y-you.” He cried.
“Where do you need me?” She replied.
He rolled over onto his stomach and spread his
ass cheeks apart, showing her his hole. She got the hint and went to get the
bottle of Yoongi’s favorite strawberry flavored lube and the strap-on that
would be used on him after he got stretched out.
Y/N opened the bottle of the strawberry flavored
lube and dispensed some onto her fingers and some on his hole. She rubbed a
lubed finger over the sensitive ring of muscles before sliding her index finger
in and pumping him slowly. He let out a small moan when the friction came in.
Y/N slid her finger out and Yoongi whimpered at the loss of contact, only to
whine out again when she slipped two fingers into his tight hole. She scissored
him open a bit before fucking her fingers into his hole, making him a moaning
She added one more finger to stretch him out
before taking all her fingers out and stripping herself down before putting the
strap-on on and lathering lube onto the silicone cock. She started by pressing
the tip to his puckering hole before sliding into his hole completely and
giving him a bit of time to adjust to the size. She started fucking into his
hole at a good pace, he was whining and moaning at a pitch that was two octaves
higher than his normal speaking voice. She knew she hit the right spot when his
back arched up off the bed and his moan came out a bit higher pitched. Y/N made
sure to keep hitting that spot to assure that his orgasm would be coming
quickly. His pants became quicker, his moans louder, he was getting close, but
he didn’t have permission to cum yet, he had to hold out until Y/N said he
“Does baby need to cum?” She asked before
grabbing onto Yoongi’s precum leaking cock.
“B-baby needs to cum.” He hiccupped out.
“You can cum when you need to baby boy.” She
said while stroking his shaft.
She continued fucking into his hole and stroking
his cock, two thrusts and his cock erupted, shooting out semen onto his stomach
and chest. His breath was heavy, the rise and fall of his chest was rapid. Y/N
took the strap-on off quickly and laid down next to him to run her fingers
through his hair and gently stroke his cheek while the boy calmed down from his
“Mommy, what about you?” He asked.
“What do you mean?” She replied.
“Don’t you want to cum?” He answered.
“I can take care of it myself it’s okay.” She
said, patting his head lightly.
“I want to make you cum mommy.” He said.
“You’re going to be a big boy and make mommy
cum?” She asked in surprise.
He nodded and quickly jumped to the end of the
bed where he wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her towards the edge.
He slowly started licking between her folds and dipping his tongue slightly
into her slit before licking back up to her clit.
“You’re so wet mommy.” He said before going back
down to start sucking on her clit.
“All for you baby boy.” She said with a slight
His tongue ministrations got quicker and more
precise as he went on. Y/N had a fistful of Yoongi’s black locks in her hand
because of how good he was making her feel. Her orgasm was fast approaching, it
wouldn’t be too long before she came on Yoongi’s tongue.
Her orgasm was powerful when it came, she
gripped onto Yoongi’s hair tighter and arched her back until her high came back
down. When Yoongi looked back up at her she could see her juices all over
Yoongi’s chin. He laid down next to her and snuggled into her side.
“Baby, we need to get you cleaned up.” She said as
she put her hand on his head.
“Clean me later, I’m too tired to get cleaned
up.” He said with a small yawn.
do you ever just... think about waking harry up with a blowjob... because i think about that a lot and it's probably concerning how much that's on my mind
Okay, so this is something me and @nips-and-tats have talked about so many times.. Enough for it to be tattooed in my brain forever.
Harry would first be a little confused to see you under the covers, your head between his thighs, but the confusion would turn into a smirk on his lips. Harry’s hair all messy and curly from the shower he had the night before, leaving it smelling like fresh green apples. Knuckles lightly stroking your cheek and and his hand sliding in your hair, scratching your scalp right behind your ear.
He’s so sensitive, full of heavy touches and puffs of air coming from his mouth as you find a rhythm with your hand along his shaft. You can feel him hardening as his hips stutter under you. A moan leaves his lips as you wrap your lips around his raspberry tip and suckle him, flicking your tongue on his sensitive slit.
His head tips back, but he still keeps eye contact with you, fighting to keep his own open when you go down on him, taking him fully in your mouth. You gag slightly, and Harry’s hand flies back into your hair, but he’s too tired to tug on it and keep you on him.
Just to tease him, you kiss the insides of his strong thighs, nibbling the soft skin. Harry whimpers as his hips shift, when you place a few kisses on his balls, making his tummy jolt.
My body begins to heat as my mind anticipates what is about to happen. Shawn’s leaning close into my neck, so close I can feel each inhale and exhale of his breaths. My skin begins to crawl as the thoughts that have continually stopped us at this point return to consciousness. Shawn always makes me feel so loved and pretty but it’s a battle with myself that forces me to tell him no. I know my hormones don’t want me to stop but my subconscious starts screaming these things at me that I can’t shut down.
He trails his hand up the inside of my thigh as he places a soft kiss in the crook of my neck. I reach one of my hands down to Shawn’s to stop him from sliding any further over my insecurities. He’s going to wonder why his whole hand can fit on the top of my thigh. He’s going to wonder how they grow so large when I sit like this. He brings his face in front of mine, sensing hesitation. I look down, hating the gaze I get from him when we’re this close, but wanting to love it and stare right back. “Y/N…” He says quietly, knowing what’s happening inside my head. “I’m fine. I’m fine. Keep going.” I say as I place a hand on the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. He kisses me slowly as his hand grips my leg tighter. I cringe on the inside, not wanting him to feel how squishy my legs are.
Request from anon for a Happy x Reader using the following prompts:
#75 - “Can you stop poking me?!” “I’m not poking you.”
#81 - “It’s locked!” “You mean we’re stuck in here?”
#83 - “Hey! I was watching that!”
You make a sound of disgust as you pinch your nose with your thumb and index, spraying the air freshener aggressively. You understood when you came to Belfast that you weren’t going to be living in a five star hotel with luxurious facilities and chocolates left on your pillow, but still, you at least expected your company not to be complete pigs.
Satisfied that you’ve used enough spray to cover up the vulgar smell of shit, you wash your hands, before stomping your way to the living room. Currently, it was just you and your number one nemesis left in the residence, the others and Gemma having left for whatever reason a couple hours ago.
“Seriously, you didn’t think of spraying something to cover up the smell of death in that bathroom?” you scold as you reach the sofa, Happy sprawled out across it, his attention solely focused on the tiny TV in front of him.
He shushes you rudely, batting you away with his hands as you stand near his entertainment, him not giving a rats ass about what you’re saying. Scoffing, you turn around, yanking the TV plug out of its socket, sounds of annoyance leaving Happy’s lips.
“Hey! I was watching that!” he growls, standing up from his relaxed position and going to reach around you to put the plug back in. You push him backwards, raising your eyebrows sternly as you demand to be listened to. He shrugs his shoulders in question as he stares at you. “What?”
“Spray next time you shit, it’s that simple.” You glare at him as you wait for your message to sink in, Happy’s eyes in slits as he looks back at you. Once you’re satisfied, you flash him a sickly smile, walking to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea.
“You know, you might get fucked by an Irish man if you remove that stick that’s jammed up your ass.” Happy says, the TV restored to its previous state, some gritty horror film playing. You slam the cupboard in response, pouring the boiling water into your mug and wishing it was Happy’s skin instead.
“Thanks for the tip. Better not remove the stick in your ass, I dread to think what might come out.” Happy laughs sarcastically as you take a seat with your drink, your mind already whirring with ideas to piss him off. You smirk to yourself as you bring the tea to your lips, slurping obnoxiously.
You act unaware as you pretend to watch the screen, Happy’s angry eyes burning into the side of your face. After a few more slurps, he curses under his breath, throwing the remote in your lap before he heads for the door. “Off so soon?”
He flips you the bird over his shoulder, an accomplished smile sliding onto your lips. He rattles the door handle loudly, desperate for an escape from your company, but to no avail.
“Did you forget how to open a door?” you ask after the rattling continues, the channels on the TV flicking as you search through. Rolling your eyes, you get up, reaching the door and pushing Happy over to the side. “It’s left, not right. Genius.”
Happy watches you smugly as you fail to unlock the door, your brows knotting in confusion as you turn it the correct way, yet nothing happens. You attempt it a few more times, but again, nothing.
“I think it’s locked.” Happy says, loving the fact that you’re not right - for once. He rattles the handle once more for good measure, before smirking at you. “Definitely locked.”
“Thanks for the input, Sherlock. You mean we’re stuck in here? I’m stuck in here, with you?” Happy almost looks offended for a moment, before he walks and slumps back down on the couch, the remote being scooped back into his possession.
“Looks like it, Princess. Better get comfy.”
You grit your teeth, breathing in deeply in an attempt to stop yourself from attacking the man next to you. The torment continues, your last little bit of resolve crumbling. “Can you stop poking me?!”
Happy looks taken aback with your outburst, before his shock changes to smugness. “I’m not poking you.”
“Who’s doing it then? Casper the pokey ghost?” Happy laughs deeply at your words, a small smile tickling at your lips. You catch yourself, however, your serious expression remaining in place. “You’d think that with your job title you’d be able to pick a lock.”
He shrugs in response, the two of you facing each other on the couch. “Who says I can’t?”
Your eyes widen as you stare at Happy in bewilderment. You wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t, as if he’s waiting to test your reaction.
“Are you saying that you’re choosing not to open the door?” you ask, slight anger but mostly just confusion brewing inside of you. If he could free the two of you from each others company, why wouldn’t he?
“Yeah.” You gesture with your hands for him to elaborate, a smile on his lips like he’s enjoying tormenting you. “Is my company that bad?”
“Well, no.” Happy’s smile fades as you hesitate, and suddenly you feel as if you’ve offended him somehow. “Wouldn’t you rather be away from me? I mean, we’re not exactly best friends.”
“Forget it.” Happy gets up swiftly, the mood tense. You huff in annoyance, hating the fact that you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Getting up, you follow him as he goes to the kitchen, his hands yanking open the drawers as he loudly throws stuff around.
“Hap-” You reach for his arm, him shoving you off roughly, your back slamming into the counter behind you. You make a sound of pain, rubbing your back to try and ease the sting, Happy looking at you apologetically.
“(Y/N), I’m sorry.” he says, his tone completely sincere, not that it helps the damage that’s already been done. You turn around, heading for your bedroom to at least lock yourself away, but a grip on your wrist stops you from moving. “Let me explain.”
You spin around, pulling your arm out of his hold. You’ve never seen him look so vulnerable, his eyes unusually soft as they observe you, asking you to give him a chance. “Explain what? Why you’re so confusing? One minute you’re a dick and the next you actually seem decent but-”
You yelp as you’re pushed backwards, your back pressing against the wall as your mouth stays parted slightly in shock. You go to speak, though you’re halted, Happy pressing his lips roughly against yours.
Your eyes are wide as you try to comprehend what’s happening, you unresponsive against Happy’s actions. Noticing this, he goes to pull away, you gripping his shirt before he can. You pull his face to yours, kissing him with just as much hunger as he kissed you.
It’s hard to believe what’s happening as you stay pressed against the wall, the heat coursing through your body something you’ve never felt, something you never thought you’d feel from kissing the man in front of you.
Breathless, you both pull away, your cheeks flushing under Happy’s prying gaze. He pulls away swiftly, cursing under his breath as you hear the door unlock, the others flooding in as Happy disappears into his room, leaving you confused, cold and slightly aroused.
A/N - Hope you liked this! It’s unreal that I’m almost at 800 followers! Thank you all so much for your continued support. Your hearts, comments, reblogs. Even if I don’t respond (bc honestly I’m a granny when it comes to this) I see it all and I’m so completely and utterly thankful. ❤
Request Prompt: I just found your blog and I love it great work!!! Do you take requests? If yes can you make one where Jesus and the reader are dating and Jesus is busy then the reader start calling him daddy and teases him. Smut please. thanks.- khadija456fire
Request Prompt: Can u write jesus (paul rovia)x reader imagines? :)) your last one was so much fun to read🙈- Anon
Request Prompt: Can you make more Jesus smuts thank- Anon
Pairing: Paul “Jesus” Rovia x Reader
A/N: Don’t think I’m all that great with the daddy thing so here it is.
I stated at Paul as he slipped on his jeans preparing to go out on yet another run for Gregory. Some days I wish Negan would just take him out already.
“You’re really going out there again?”, I whined and he let out a laugh while looking at my pouting form in the mirror. “Yes. Gregory says we need more supplies.”
“Or he just wants Maggie and Sasha gone.”, I stated and he let out a sigh, making his way towards me. He leaned down to place a soft lingering kiss on my forehead before a small knock sounded at the door. He walked over, opening it to reveal Maggie and Sasha.
“We’re ready when you are.”, Maggie smiled and I frowned. “Shouldn’t you be resting like any other expecting mother?” She shrugged her shoulders as Sasha shook her head.
“I’ve tried to tell her but she’s stubborn.”
“I’ll be out in a minute. Just give me about 5 minutes.”, he told them and they agreed with smiles before walking away. He closed the door to finish putting on his clothes as I let out a whine of frustration.
“Can’t you go later?”, I asked and he turned to me with a grin.
“If I could I would.”
“So daddy is going to leave me alone?”, I smirked as his body froze letting me know I had him.
“What did you call me?”, he questioned with a surprised expression. I crossed my arms as I let the word slip past my lips once more. “Daddy.”
“Why are you doing this to me woman?”, he asked coming closer and I wrapped my arms around his neck once he was within reach. “I’m not doing anything.”
He crawled over me before crashing his lips onto mine. I gave a soft moan as his tongue grazed my bottom lip before I denied him entrance. He let out a low growl before squeezing my ass. I gasped and he took the chance to dart his tongue into my mouth. I pushed onto his hardened length as he slipped my shirt off. His lips found mine as he undid my shorts before sliding them down my legs.
“Beautiful.”, he mumbled into my lips before moving between my legs and tossing my underwear away.
His tongue circled around my clit as a single finger slid into me. I bucked into him causing him to hum in satisfaction sending vibrations up my body.I arched my back as he curled his finger inside me brushing against my g spot. My reactions caused him to groan as his started sucking on my chest. I whimpered when he added another finger to join the other. I came close to my release before he pulled away suddenly causing me to whine. Without warning he pushed my legs up before he slammed into me causing me to moan out. He gave a smirk before slamming into me again finding his rhythm. I bit my lip as grabbed my hips bringing me down to meet his thrusts.
“Ah Paul.”, I moaned as he latched onto my neck.
“Don’t call me that.”, he stated and I bit my lip with a grin. “Yes daddy.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders pulling him closer as I clenched around him. My eyes fluttered closed as my thighs began to sting from his thrusts but it only turned me on more. He emitted a low growl before kissing me harshly and sliding out. I went to protest but he flipped me over so my face was in the pillow and my ass facing him. He rubbed the tip along my slit before sliding back into me.
“Oh god!”, I shouted ignoring the fact Maggie and Sasha were out there.
His thrusts sped up while his grip on my hips tightened as he hit my g-spot over and over again. I could feel he was close. His thumb rubbed circles around my clit and I screamed out as I came on his length. He chuckled before a groan passed his lips as he came shortly after. He let me rode out my high before pulling out and collapsing next to me. His arm was wrapped around my waist as I caught my breath. A knock on the door was heard again followed by Maggie’s voice.
“Paul, you could’ve told us you were busy.”, she laughed and I smiled before giving him a passionate kiss.
“You see what you do to me?”, he asked and I nodded. “I know.”
I just love ur fafic! U r a really good writer!! I kinda have a weird request it is okay if u won't write it Can I have a chanyeol and rapmonster threesome That would be hella hot oh god I need holy water Thank u in advance
“You rappers are something serious.” You complained looking
up at the crumpled-up paper that had lyrics jotted down on it.
“What do you mean we rappers?” Namjoon asked with a slight
growl. Chanyeol lifted his head in your direction with an eyebrow raised.
“I mean you guys are making me work on this stupid ass song
when I have no inspiration.” You grumbled rolling over on your stomach staring
down at the paper. Namjoon lifted a hand to reach over your body and slap your
ass cheeks causing them to jiggle as he smirked.
“Your lyrics were good, that’s why we told you to keep them.
Get a few more inspirational ideas and you’ll have it.” Chanyeol said
soothingly rubbing a hand up and down your leg before him and Namjoon started
to go back to working on their own pieces. You all had been good friends
despite working under different labels. While the boys were popular and well known,
you were a rookie about to debut in a few more days with a few more girls in
the group. But here you were and you couldn’t think of what to say and nothing
that you did gave you any inspiration. You felt hopeless right now. Looking
between the two males you smirked softly biting your lips.
“Oh Chanyeol~” You cooed out crumpling the paper back up
throwing it onto the floor.
“Y/N. No.” Namjoon started with a slight growl.
“You don’t have to play, I asked Chanyeol anyway.” You stuck
out your tongue at an angry Namjoon who scoffed and went back to his work.
Chanyeol on the other hand watched you with nervous eyes. Licking over his lips
quickly he didn’t say anything to you but you could see all the unspoken words
in him. Smirking you crawled over to him on your hands and knees until you were
pushing your hands up on his broad chest and around his shoulders playing with
the hair at the nape of his neck. Letting your legs wrapped around his waist,
and slowly you started to grind against him. Moaning out at feeling him under
you, Chanyeol sighed in defeat already leaning back against the seat he watched
you with his hands on your hips. He would always give into your every demand.
It’s been like that since you were all younger, let’s just say that you were
each-others first in some way or another. And you had gone to do whenever you
needed them and they never disappointed you always giving you what you want.
“Daddy.. I need motivation. Won’t you give it to me?” You asked
with pouty lips circling your hips slowly feeling his bulge starting to poke
you through your pants right against your crotch. Chanyeol moaned softly
gripping harder at your hips he brought you closer to him gripping your hair
with one hand pushing your foreheads against one another.
“Don’t do it to me.” He groaned softly pleading almost.
“I need you.” You softly whined grinding hard against him
giving out a particular high pitched moan that you normally gave out when you
were close to cumming.
“Fuck.” He growled crashing his lips against yours, tongue
licking on your bottom lip sucking on it as he sealed your lips off with a
kiss. He groaned snapping his hips up against yours feeling your center become
hotter he knew that you were going to become needier by the second. Throwing you onto the couch, he got on top of
you, his hands gripped at your pants pulling them down quickly with a huff. Not
even moving them all the way off your feet, he gripped at your panties trying to
get them off of you as quickly as possible. Looking down at your pussy he
moaned leaning close to you he sucked on your pussy lips slowly licking up and
down your slit pulling back. He sat down on the couch wrapping one arm around
your waist to grab under your thigh he spread your legs wider looking over at
Namjoon who was gritting his teeth trying his hardest not to look at what you
two were doing. Chanyeol rubbed two fingers up and down your slit, knowing that
you liked the burn he slipped both fingers inside of you thrusting them
quickly, curving them instantly to hit your spot and earn a cry of approval
from your lips.
“Come on hyung don’t give into her.” Namjoon sighed feeling
his own dick throb into the confines of his own pants.
“I know you want her too. You can say you don’t but I can
see that bulge. We might as well give her inspiration. Besides it will give her
something to work for, and you can give her mouth something to get inspired on
as well.” Chanyeol winked at Namjoon starting to shake his hand side to side to
get you wetter your juices sliding from your pussy as you cried out squirting
onto his hands after a few minutes of simple playing around.
“Touch me baby. Give it to me.” He rasped against your ear
hotly biting on the lobe. Your hand reached over shaking lightly pressing against
his bulge rubbing it with your palm. Fingers moving up to drag down the zipper
and unsnap the button you shoved your hands into his boxers gripping his shaft
stroking it slowly. Moaning against your ear Chanyeol kept up the speed of his
hand and you matched his pace causing you both to moan on the couch your body
slouched lightly in his hold you let your heard roll back so that you could
chant his name out. Namjoon couldn’t take it, the both of you moaning and his
mind wasn’t helping aid his dirty thoughts about what was going on but even a
little side of him got curious and he wanted to see though his more responsible
side of the brain told him not to look. And he wished he would have because as
soon as he looked at the both of you his restraint was lost. Your parted lips
and face full of pleasure though sweat dripped down your quivering body. The
sounds your pussy made, how your tiny hand tried to wrap around all of Chanyeol’s
shaft and get him off.
Namjoon stood up taking off of his leather jacket, moving to
sit beside the both of you, Namjoon gripped at your chin roughly smashing your
lips together, eliciting a whimper from your lips as the kiss was made with
mostly teeth and biting. “Ruining my work.” He growled out into your mouth
rubbing his fingers against your clit. Your hips snapped against his fingers
feeling immense pleasure from Chanyeol’s and Namjoon’s fingers combined.
Namjoon dominated the kiss claiming your mouth letting his free hand move to
unzip his pants and pull out his dick from the confines of his boxers. He was
so hard his tip was swollen red and precum leaked out from it.
“Suck off Namjoon baby girl.” Chanyeol urged shifting your
body a bit. You obeyed breaking the kiss you leaned your mouth down you licked
across the tip of his shaft but before you could tease he roughly grabbed your
hair and shoved his dick in your mouth. He started to thrust his hips up and
down at a rapid pace face fucking you. You were choking spit quickly falling
from your parted cheeks. Your eyes burned but you flicked your tongue against
the underside of his dick against his sensitive vein trying to give him
pleasure. Namjoon was loving it watching you he aided Chanyeol sliding two of
his own fingers inside of your pussy thrusting them in and out when one pushed
in the other slid out fucking you and scissoring you open. Your pussy was
throbbing and wrapping around both of their digits you were wet. You were so
closed to cumming but your cries of pleasure were swallowed by the choking
sounds that you were delivering onto Namjoon’s shaft. Your eyes drifted shut as
you continued to suck him off as he controlled the pace. Your hand worked
faster on Chanyeol’s dick and he was thrusting his hips up into your hand, his
orgasm getting closer and closer to the brim. The whole room was filled with grunts
and cries of pleasure. Of course, you were the first to cum with the fingers
jamming into your spot it was too much to take, releasing on their fingers your
body shook between the both of them. Once you rode out your orgasm Chanyeol
came next tick white ropes onto his pants and your hands. You felt the warm cum
warming up your hands and fingers. Next Namjoon who was pounding his dick down
your throat almost loving how you were crying he spilled his cum into your
mouth not lasting long at all because he had been so hard. He jerked his hips
harshly against your lips pausing while he emptied his load into your mouth. You
licked it up greedily trying to make sure that everything was cleaned up.
Namjoon let your head go slowly and looking at him with blown pupils you
brought your hand up to your lips that were covered in cum to lick it off while
watching him. Chanyeol was about to pounce on you but Namjoon stopped him
removing his hand and licking your essence off his fingers.
“Don’t Chanyeol. She was a bad girl and she needs to know
not to do that again. This was her inspiration. If she finishes, then she can
have her reward.” Namjoon glared down at you and you retreated sinking into the
couch. Chanyeol moved his hands nodding leaning over to kiss your jaw he
slapped the inside of your thigh slowly.
“Get cleaned up and get to work baby girl. I need to get
cleaned up as well, don’t get in trouble while I’m gone.” Chuckling he winked
at you as Namjoon straightened up and lifted an eyebrow moving to his area once
“You could’ve at least helped me get dressed.” You muttered
reaching down to grab at your pants.
“Well, if I even touched you again then we would be on the
floor right now making a sex song and I’m sure our labels won’t be agreeing to
that right off the bat don’t you think?” He teased with a smirk and gleeful eyes.
Warnings: SMUT. 18+ I mean, it’s like all smut. Threesome, some nipple play,blowjob, UNPROTECTED SEX! (Don’t be silly, put a fucking condom on) .
A/N: part 2 to this drabble. idk it’s smutty right away. I mean, smut with a capital SMUT. They’re in bed in this part so let’s just say after some heavy making out they made their way from her office to Steve’s room. Thank you to @lexiiwiththel for helping me from the writing process to editing the fuck outta this. I love you.
Request: ‘so imagine that warren has a problem with clothes getting too stretched out because of his wings and clothes just not fitting properly and imagine that the mansion has a community laundry and dry cleaner system with everyone’s names written on the tags of their clothes ,and if someone needs something fixed or altered that’s we’re they go. Now, the reader(who is really quiet and shy) is then only one who manages it because everyone else is too busy to do laundry and Charles asks if someone could help and since she has alot of free time she volunteered. One day she notices that all of Warren’s shirts are either ripped or stretched out from trying to get his wings in them and so she buys him a couple of new shirts that he would like and that would fit him and altered it so that there are slits in the back where his wings would be with snap buttons at the bottom so he can slip his wings in without stretching the shirt and whenever he gets his shirts back he’s just like “oh my God who did this, who cared about me enough to go out of their way like this” and he thinks to himself he has to find this person. So he goes to the laundry room and waits like all day because he really wants to find this person, and when the reader finally walks in they just have a really fluffy moment.’ By @brianabrown4878
It was laundry day and of course, everyone in the school had to be busy with something. Kurt was catching up in his classes, warren was training (probably just hiding from everyone to be honest), jean was practicing her powers again and almost everyone had some kind of excuse. Y/N was busy packing her laundry down to the laundry room and nearly tripped over some of the other students clothes. She stumbled, catching herself!f and sighed, someone had to do this, and she knew the clothes had their names tagged on them. She wasn’t much of a talker or anything, but found herself sorting everyone’s clothes into piles to do the laundry, since she hasn’t had anything else to do.
Y/N spent most of the day doing laundry, she had everyone’s clothes put in the baskets and paused when she seen a very worn out Def Leppard T-shirt that belonged to the one and only archangel, warren Worthington III. A small frown appeared on her face, going through his clothes only to notice that almost every shirt was this way. She shook her head, sitting his clothes to the side before fixing her hair and distributing the others clothes back to their rightful owners. She had to do something, she was that kind of person, and her crush on warren didn’t seem to help the fact that she was now walking into Xavier’s office to ask him if she could work the laundry from then on. For Warren, of course. “Sir?” She asked softly as he looked up from the book he was reading, “yes?” He asked, he didn’t read her mind so he didn’t technically know what she wanted. “Today I went to the laundry room and-” “its messy, I’m sorry” Xavier frowned. “-that’s not the problem, but I washed everyone’s clothes and I think I’d like to work the laundry from now on and I need to go get…supplies, do I have permission to leave?” She rocked on the balls of her feet, seeing she was wearing sandals. He nodded.
Y/N found herself walking around the mall, checking out the clothes and of course, getting many band t-shirts in Warren’s sizes. Of course she didn’t have to do it, but she did. After she gathered supplies, she headed back to the school to work on fixing his new clothes. She contemplated how it would work, then it came to her mind that his favorite leather jacket had slits in the back! She worked with the clothes, fixing them so they would fit the angel without having to be stretched out. Then, she wrote his name on the tags.
It was later on that night and she felt extremely tired, but wandered down the halls with the laundry basket of his old clothes to sit them away and replacing them with the new clothes…
Warren finally had enough time to get his laundry done, he was walking down the halls shirtless, signing to himself. He walked inside, wondering where his old clothes were, only to find the new t-shirts with his name on them. His heart almost stopped, someone actually cared to do this for the angel? Why him? He wasn’t exactly a nice person, he didn’t think he deserved to be treated nicely, but someone had taken time to shop and fix these shirts for… For his wings! Warren’s eyes watered, which was a sight you’d probably never see. He picked up one of the shirts, Metallica. Whoever this person was, must have really thought about the clothes because they were all great and probably expensive too. He looked down for a moment, sitting down and sighing heavily. 'I have to find them, this person needs a huge ass thank you, but they better not tell anyone…’ He thought to himself, deciding to wait for this mystery person.
Y/N woke up some time later, knowing there was to be more laundry done on the weekend more than during the actual week and this time, she even had to do some bedsheets too. Rubbing her eyes, she got up and took a shower, letting the hot water cascade down her body was merely relaxing. She washed off, taking the time to do her morning routine and dried her hair, taking her dirty laundry and putting it in a basket. She hoped that the students hadn’t piled up a lot of things as she slipped on some sweatpants and sandals, almost forgetting to grab her things and it took a little while for her to her things down to the room, struggling to twist the knob…
Warren wasn’t really paying attention to a lot of things but as soon as the doorknob started to turn, his breath caught in his throat in anticipation. What if it was Xavier? Or even Hank? Should he be this nervous about it? He didn’t know but all of his feelings were changed when he seen the color of Y/N’s hair. He side smiled and got off of the washing machine, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as she pushed the door open, not yet seeing him there. Was it her?
Y/N lifted her things to walk inside, her eyes falling on Warren who was reading a very unreadable expression at the moment, but seemed to be a little upset? She looked down, slowly putting the basket down. “I… I’m sorry, I just really wanted to be nice, you’ve been nice to me and you’ve not picked on me like other people usually do because I’m quiet and-” she looked up,swallowing hard. Warrens eyes were brighter, a small smile across his lips. “Me? Mad? Actually, I just… Got a little surprised that someone would care for me enough to do that, and quite frankly, darling, you are absolutely wonderful. I need to repay you” he stated as he walked closer, only clad in his jeans and boots. He smiled softly at her, “how can I ever repay you?” He asked softly, watching her expression changed to surprised. “Well… I’ve always wondered what it looks like from the rafters…” She trialed off, earning a small chuckle from the angel, who wrapped his arms around her. “How about this… I fly you around but I still don’t think that’s enough repay, so I guess I’ll be sticking around you linger than before, maybe we can become… Closer?” He suggested. To that, she nodded, wondering what exactly was going to happen.