Baby (Luke smut) DAY 25!

Summary/Request: Luke one where you both decide that you want to try to have a baby ;) 

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: This is smut!

A/N: I love this too much, I want it to happen to me rip. Check out Smutty September!

Originally posted by ashtnsfletchers

“Can we talk?”

You look up at your fiancé, Luke, as you rush around the kitchen. It’s 8am and you’re running late for work, smalltalk not being included on the list of things you have to do.

“Right now?” You ask, not even glancing up when you hear his voice. Whilst continuing to search for a pile of important papers, you’re vaguely aware of Luke sighing.

“Well no, but I really want to-”

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Untouched pt. 4

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, swearing, losing virginity, SMUT. 

Summary: the whole team is surprised to find out you’re still a virgin, and the news seems to make you more allegeable to some of the men around the compound. Bucky is no less surprised than the rest of the team, and finds it even harder to keep his eyes off you as he nurses a secret of his own, which he feels obliged to reveal to you after an incident in the training room.

The big moment! I hope I did it justice. :) 

Originally posted by wintersthighs


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Woke (Michael Clifford Smut)

Rating: R

Pairing: Michael Clifford

Warning: Rough, Daddy Kink, Smut

Read at your own risk.

Author’s note: Hello everybody!! I’ve been seeing a couple of my favorites blogs either on hiatus or burned out, so I decided that I wanted to write smut again (during the hardest year of school). I haven’t wrote smut in about 2 years, so I’m a bit rusty. Please excuse the terrible grammar. I didn’t triple check this. Give your feedback, it would be much appreciated. Thank ya. Enjoy !!


Serene. Cold. Calm. Breezy. The dark musty color of clouds, striking a bolt of lightning against the cold window pane. The pitter-patter of the rain hitting the ground putting you into deeper sleep. The cold gush the air of the ceiling fan is giving you utter peace. The feeling the dark red silky sheets between your naked thighs enlighten your sleeping body. Him. The feeling of him. His body. His spirit. His aroma. The feeling of him between your legs. The feeling his chest heaving up and down, hearing his heartbeat, as you lay on top of him in exhaustion. Just him. Him.

ZAP.

The loud clanging of bolts hit you out of your unconsciousness, waking your dried eyes from erupted slumber. It’s utter darkness, except for the lighting bolts illuminating the dark sized master bedroom. You slowly move your eyes left to right in confusion checking your surroundings. You try to move in desperation, but quickly being turned down by somebody else.

Then you feel him move.

You feel his huge hand grab you your naked behind in comfort, making sure you don’t leave his side. Uncomfortably lift your head from his chest to see the time, 2:56, the clock read in neon red lights. You sigh in exhaustion, and move your messy hair away from your face. As you start to lift you body away from his, he expectedly grabs your body back down to his. Scaring you, you squeal. You hear him mumble lowly, voice raspy & all. “What?,” you whisper in tiredness. “Baby? Where are you going?,” he raspy voice speaks in a fatigued manner. Sighing again. “I was woken up by the stor–.” BANG. You lean back down & quickly clutch your head into his neck. Feeling your naked chest against his. “I’m just so tired. Once I’m up, I’m up,” you mumble into him.

He doesn’t respond, but you feel the covers slide down your back, exposing your bare back & your behind. You feel his warm huge hands exploring your backside. Internally, you feel your heartbeat increase from the simple gesture. “If you can’t head back to sleep, you should’ve told me before,” he grumbles. “Let’s put you back to sleep, baby girl.” He easily lifts both your bodies from the silk, lifting you against the beautifully crafted headboard. “The storm can’t stop for what I have in store (for you),” by this comment, you instantly wrap your naked legs against his pelvis. He kissed you. Not like a regular kiss. In the mix of lust & love. He sets you down against the headboard, and trails his hands down your smooth chest, playing with your nipples on the way down. “Ah. Michael, please,” you try to grind yourself against him, until he pinches your nipple. Hard. (No pun intended).

“Michael, baby,” you moan in desperation & attention. “No. That’s not my name. You know better,” he grips your chin softly and ends it with a kiss while pinching you nipples, getting them hard. “Daddyyyy.” “That’s a good girl,” he smiles in the dark lit room. He lets go of your nipples and then travels his way down. He wraps his arms underneath your thighs to get them stay open for him. He leans down & stares at the beautiful center, wet for him. Staring in adoration. Ready to be made his. You moan in desperation, trying to get his attention to where you need him the most. He plants kisses from your ankles to your knees to your thighs and upper thighs. Then finally. He leans to suck, lick, and devour you. To make you his. Instantly, you unsuccessfully try to wrap your legs around in his head in pure pleasure. “Daddyy. Yes. It’s so good,” you make a moan into the night air. Grabbing his soft dark curls, hearing you made him increase his movements on you.

You lift your head to see his eyes closed tightly, his strong arms holding your thighs back, enjoying your taste. Seeing his tongue move in & out of you rapidly, making erotic noises, could make you cum on the spot just seeing that image. You start you gasp like a madman, desperately trying to grab the dark red covers or his hair, in wake, of a powerful strong orgasm. Mmm.. You feel him hum against you. Your body jolts from the pleasure, bucking your hips into his face. He opens his eyes, and watches you. Your mouth forming into a ‘O’, dry, moaning loudly in pleasure. He’s waited too long. He wants to put it to the next level. Adding fingers, he puts them to the mix while sucking on you. He sees your legs shaking & trying to cover your moans. By this, he fingers you faster than ever, quickly finding your g-spot effortlessly, while sucking your clit. A loud erupt scream leaves your mouth, your head falling against the bed in utter ecstasy. “DADDY!! Stop!!! I’m cumming! FUCK.” Forgetting your words, you quickly grab his hair for dear life, in a moaning/screaming mess, giving you a mind blowing orgasm.

After he makes you cum, he dips in his fingers back inside you and tastes you one more time. “I love how you taste, never get enough of it.” You blush in embarrassment. You lay your head back down in fatigue, closing your eyes. “Nu uh! You’re not sleeping until I’m done with, naughty girl.” Opening your eyes, and grin with excitement. Lifting you back up, you guide down to his length eagerly wanting a taste. You rub it gently feeling his warmth & hardness. “Daddy wants to pleasure you, not the other way around. It’s all about you, my baby. Got to get you back to sleep,” he says tiredly smiling down at you, lifting you up by your chin leading by his hand. You kiss. Kissing was favorite type of foreplay. The way he kissed you. Passionately or when you just wanted to fuck. Mmm.. Every moment you had make love, you treated it last it was gonna be the last time. Caressing. Neck kisses. Hickies. Lip bites. Making you sigh in appreciation. He treated you like his princess, but also his dirty little slut.

“Stand against the wall.” Currently walking towards the glass wall seeing the trees wave harshly against the dark rainy wind. You lean yourself against it, your nipples getting harder from the cold, then you get trapped by both of his hands going between your legs. Opening you up for him. You feel him again. Him. You feel him move himself towards your center where you need him in most.

Warm. Pulsing. Deep.

Pushing in, Michael’s grunting and your gasp fills the barely lit room. You press your face against the glass, to keep yourself from screaming. Hearing Michael’s grunts made you want throw it back at him roughly. “Does it feel good, baby girl? Hm? Is daddy fucking you good?” He grabs your body from the front, smashing your backside to his front. He leans in close to your ear, “God. You feel so fucking good. You’ve been keeping this from daddy, huh? Bad, bad, girl,” he grunts loudly. “Daddy punishes bad little girls.” Grabbing you from the wall, he takes to back to the bed, throws you on top of it with your back down & ass up. Grabbing your hands behind your back, he pounds into you without any mercy. All you can hear is the wet slapping sounds of your skin colliding together, grunts and moans coming from your bedroom, and sound of thunder throughout your mini mansion.

“Mi-chael,” you whisper in pleasure. Slap! “THAT’S NOT MY FUCKING NAME.” Slap. He’s spanking you, hard!! “Fuck!! Oh! Daddy. Keep going!!!” SLAP!! You close your legs around him to stop the dam from coming, but it’s no use. While he’s holding your hands behind you, he leans his other hand down to rub your clit. You scream & whine in pleasure. “That’s right baby girl. Let them know who’s making you feel good. Who owns this pussy? Hm?,” he smirks in glory. “It’s you!! Oh god, it’s you!!” Between the pounding that you’re receiving & him rubbing your clit, you’re bound to cum (at) any moment. “DADDY! DADDY! DADDY! I’m cumming. Fuck!,” as you cum around him, you feel him grunt until he starts to fall on you. He turns y'all around and lays you & him on his back.

In this moment, you both embrace each other, exchanging kisses, giggles, I love you’s’. Before he can tell you something, you’re softly snoring into his chest. “I love you baby girl. You’re my baby,” he says as he kisses you goodnight.

Hello, baby. Part 10.

I just sit on the couch letting my heart fall into pieces as J walks away from me. I know I said I can’t expect what I put in, I know I said that I can handle his mood swings, I know what I fucking said. This is, different. This isn’t a mood swing. This isn’t him not giving back. It feels like him giving up. Giving up on, me? Or us? Another tear falls down my cheek and I’m quick to wipe it with my left hand.
The pain in my shoulder feels minimal compared to the pressure I feel on my chest, this could be from the pain medication.
‘What can I do? I’m weak. I’m broken. I’m useless. Hey dad, look im everything you always said I would be! Aren’t you fucking proud. I turned out just like mom. Maybe a little worse since you weren’t the clown fucking prince, but I’m sure you are looking up at me from hell with a grin on your face.’
More tears. I repress the memories like I normally do and wipe my face again. The medication has my body feeling heavy, I feel like I can barely lift my arms. Just a few seconds pass and I have to lay back down. My shoulder feels numb, but so does the rest of me. I fall asleep.
I wake up and I’m in our bed. Alone. I turn my head to look at the clock, I wince at the pain, it’s 4am. There is a pill and another glass of water by the bed, the moon shines just enough light so I can see my surroundings. Lucas is in the room, sleeping in a chair against the door. I make a slight grunting noise trying to get up and Lucas jumps up.

“No Kat, don’t do that. Let me help you.” He lets me push off him with my left hand and he picks me up a little so I can sit up. 

My mind feels foggy and my emotions are drained. I take another pill.

“How are you feeling?” He is sitting on Js side of the bed. 

I don’t answer. I’m just staring at the sheets where he used to be. My hand reaches over to them, they are cold and unbothered.
It feels as if someone is taking and ice pick to my chest. The pressure I feel runs through my ribs making it hard to breathe, my throat feels like it’s closing in, my head feels like a thousand nails have been hammered through my skull. I can’t speak, if I do I’ll lose the little bit of composer I have left. I lay back down on my left side facing away from his side of the bed. I close my eyes and a few tears escape my grip.
I feel Lucas leave the bed and hear him take his seat by the door again. I know his eyes are fixed on me.
I wake up and it’s almost 1 in the afternoon. I turn on my back and just stare at the ceiling. I want this to all be a dream. A really bad dream. I groan trying to get up and Lucas is still in the room, he rushes to my side again and sits me up.

“Are you hungry? Do you need anything?” He’s trying to make eye contact.

“A shower.” I manage to get out as I lean my head back against the headboard and close my eyes.

“Just, give me one minute Kat.” He goes to the door and moves his chair, he opens it up very little and calls for Jackie. I hear her footsteps come up the stairs.
I still have my head back and eyes closed. I don’t even acknowledge her.

“Yes, Lucas, is everything ok?” She sounds tired.

“She wants a shower. I know boss wouldn’t want me to handle that.” He leaves the room.

“Ok honey, I’m just going to help you up and out of those clothes and take the bandage off, I’ll sit on the other side of the door if you need me ok?”

I lift my head and open my eyes and give her a nod with a weak smile that fades quickly.
She comes over and puts her shoulder under my left arm and helps me swing my legs over the edge. I’m able to get up, we head into the bathroom and she undresses me like a child, I feel helpless. She take the bandage off and it hurts a lot less than I was expecting.

“I’ll be right outside the door dear, let me know if you need anything.” She heads out and I hear her get comfortable on the other side.
I’m able to turn the water on. I get in and let the hot water run over me. I sit under the hot water, I want to cry but nothing comes out. My chest aches to the core of my body, I don’t want to move, I don’t think I can move. Jackie knocks and opens the door a little and check on me. I’m sitting on the floor of the shower with my left arm resting on my knees that are pulled to my chest.

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“No, no, no sweetie. Don’t, it’s ok. It will be ok. Honey. Please.” Her voice sounds like it’s breaking. She gets in the shower fully clothed and picks me up with my left arm, she gets me out of the shower and wraps a towel around me. She sits me down on a chair in the bathroom as she gets some clothes for me. She comes back in with a short sleeve shirt and some sweat pants. ‘I know these aren’t from this closet.’ she helps me change and helps me back into bed. She wraps a towel around herself and heads toward the door.
“I’ll bring you something to eat in a few, do you need anything else dear?” She gives me a smile. I shake me head softly. She walks out and Lucas is right there to take his place again.
I’m starting at the sheets again, still cold. I wonder how long it’s been since he has even seen me. I don’t even know where he is. Where has he been sleeping. My mind goes back to what the guard says about the stripper, fucking knives in my chest. He is the Joker, I shouldn’t expect anything less. I do though, well i did.
Lucas breaks my train of thought, “How did you sleep? Feel better after the shower?” He still sitting in his chair.

“I’m, ok.” The words feel like razor blades as they escape my mouth.

“How’s the shoulder feel? Has the pain died down any?” I can’t tell if he’s actually wanting to know or trying to make small talk.

I rest my head back against the headboard and close my eyes again, “It’s better.” I let out a sigh.
Jackie comes in, her hair is still wet but she’s in dry clothes, and has some soup and a roll with a large glass of water. “Could you leave us alone for a quick minute Lucas?” She rest her hand on his shoulder. He nods and leaves.

“Kat, what’s, I need you to talk to me. I’m not giving you anymore pain pills till you do. I don’t want these to be an emotional crutch for you and you’re tough, so I’m not worried about the pain in your shoulder.” She sets the food next to me and sits on the bed.

“I, I don’t know. J, he hasn’t been here. Or I don’t know if he has.” My voice trails off, my throat gets tight again.

“Sweetie, I’m going to just be honest with what I do know because you deserve it ok. Mr. J hasn’t been here. Not since that night. He’s been at his club. I have no clue what he does there all day and night.” She pauses and gives the last piece of information, her voice is shaking when she speaks, “He asked that you be taken back to your place tomorrow. Honey, I know things were just going right, I’m so so sorry.” She wipes away her few tears.
I look at the sheets next to me, “Ok. Thanks. Can, can I just be alone. Just for a few minutes.” My voice is trembling.

“Absolutely sweetie.” She gives me a hug that i don’t return. She wipes a tear from my face, “You are so strong Kat, please don’t let him do this to you.” She leaves.

I’m left alone with the most tragic news I’ve ever received. I want so badly to go back in time, I want to go back to that morning. My eyes can’t hold back the tears anymore, I let them just continue to fall. My chest feels tight and the pain I feel is straight through to my bones. I start sobbing. My back starts to hurt and in return it shoots pain to my shoulder. I curl up on my right shoulder, the pain last for a second, there are much deeper things being felt. I reach my hand across to his side of the bed and grip the sheets.
Remembering us. Remembering him.
I scream at the pain from my chest. Lucas rushed in and stops, he closes the door quietly and sits in his chair. He doesn’t say anything. He lets me cry and I appreciate it.
I’m trying to find a full breath of air, the tears have stopped but it feels like they haven’t. I sit up and grab the glass of water with my left hand and throw it at the wall, the aim is off but it hits the wall and breaks. “Take me home now.” My voice is hoarse.

“Uh, I can’t.” He comes over to me and rubs my back, it feels good.

I rest my head on his shoulder, “Why?”

“It’s not, he said tomorrow.” His voice is low.

I know he doesn’t want to say his name, “Just let me out of this fucking place, please Lucas.”

He nods. “I’ll get you home.” He gets up and grabs a small bag but stuffs as much clothes as he can in it. Including some of the nice jewelry and dresses. He gets another bag and throws all the makeup in it. 

“That stuff was bought with my money!” I try to smile at him

He smiles back “Sorry!” He has both bags in one hand, he helps me up and he opens the door.
I take in everything from the house. The reflection off the floor, the extravagant decor, the rooms I still haven’t seen and never will. I walk out and walk down the stairs. Jackie is in the kitchen and runs over when she sees me.

“What is going on? Are you ok dear?”

“I’m doing him one last favor.” I go in and hug her with my left arm, “I’m going to miss you Jackie. So much!” I let her go.

“Kat, but you can’t, not, tomorrow. Wait!” She pauses again. She gives me a sad look and grabs my hand, “I told you, you are so strong. I’m going to miss you as well dear.” She gives me another hug and Lucas walks me out of the house. He sets my stuff in the back of the car and opens the door for me and puts the seatbelt on me as well. He gets in and we are off. I don’t look back. 

We pull up to my old place. Such a different lifestyle. Lucas opens my door and undoes the seatbelt, he helps me out of the Car, then grabs the bags. “You ok?” He stands next to me.

“Never been better.” I give him a small smile and start walking towards the door. He follows.
We get up to my room and I open the door, it’s not even locked. I walk in and everything is cleaned. The last time I came here everything had been thrown everywhere, “Who, what happened?”
“Some people came down and cleaned your place for you.” He says in a ‘you’re welcome’ tone.

“You didn’t, this? Why?” I laugh a little bit.

“It was a few of us guys, we know you wouldn’t be able to do it once you got back here. He’s a fucked up guy, but that doesn’t mean we all are.” He gives me a hug. “I’m, im sorry Kat. This isn’t, it’s not right.” He sighs, “Also, a physical therapist will be here tomorrow for your shoulder.”

“Can’t wait.” I sigh and give him a hug. “Thanks Lucas.” I let go and he walks out the door giving me one last look saying please be ok. I lock the door behind him.
I sit on my old bed with the scratchy sheets. I let out a sigh. I lay down on my back, I’m empty. I have nothing left in me, I can feel the pain set in again. This time all over my body.
‘Why J, why are you doing this to me. Why did I believe you, why did I fucking believe you, why am i surprised! Fucking pussy can’t even give me an explantation. I trusted you. Wanted you. Needed you. I fucking loved you. I just want an explanation.’
I turn on my left side. I can’t count how many times I’ve cried already and I know this won’t be my last. I know people can die from a broken heart and I feel that’s my fate. I don’t want to live, at least not right now.


it feels like months have gone by but it has only been a week. One week of absolute torture. My heart aches everyday; like someone just twisted it over and over again, I can’t even force myself to eat anymore; all my clothes are baggy, I thought I was stronger, I thought I would survive this. My shoulder feels better, the therapist comes everyday. She tries to make me laugh but I can’t. I don’t take the pain medication because feeling the pain lets me know I’m still alive. I’m not sure I want to be, but I am. 

I haven’t talked to anyone. I haven’t gone outside or even turned on the TV. The outside world doesn’t seem real. I feel like everything has stopped spinning.

A knock on my door pulls me out of it. I get out of bed, sluggishly. I walk to the front door and open it. It’s Lucas.

“Kat.” He looks me up and down and he’s looks sad once he realizes the state im in.

“Hi.” I leave the door open and walk back into my room and lay on the bed again. I can’t feel anything right now.

“Uh, I just wanted to check on you. Just to see, you should eat something.” He can’t even ask how i am doing. 

“Im not hungry, i’m fine.” Im curled up in my bed with my back facing him.

“Kat, be honest with me, please.” he is sitting next to the bed.

I turn over facing him, “I want to die. Is that what you want to hear? I can’t eat, I can’t fucking function. My heart is in pieces. I can’t do this anymore Lucas. I can’t live without him.” I can feel the tears running down my face.

Originally posted by freeasdawind

He wipes my face, “Have you watched the news?”

Im confused, what kind of question is that after I just spilled my heart out. “No.” I turn back around.

“He can’t, or at least he won’t survive without you either.” he sighs, “He is more reckless, he doesn’t even try to fight, he puts himself in the way of danger, I don’t think he wants to live. He hasn’t left the ouse for 3 days now. I don’t think you understand what is going on. I think you should come back to the house.”

“Why are you here?” My emotions are wrecked right now.

“Kat, just come with me. I’ll bring you home later, ok?”

I turn around and nod. I don’t know how healthy this decision can be. I’m not even over him and I’m going back to him. I can’t say no though. I need to see him. I want to see him. I don’t know what emotion is taking over right now, but i get up and pull my hair in a bun and change into a t-shirt and jeans. We leave.

The drive is silent. I keep trying to play scenarios in my head, they all end with me killing him. I feel like I am going to vomit when I see the house. 

“Take me home please Lucas, i can’t do this. i can’t. I don’t think I can survive it.” He has the car door open for me to get out.

“Kat, I promise you, you will be fine.” He reaches his hand out. I accept.

My heart is racing, what ifs are running through my head. Lucas opens the door and we walk in. Its quiet. My eyes well up with the sights, remembering everything. Lucas places his hand on my back, “You got this Kat.”

I nod. I look for Jackie but shes not in the kitchen. I walk over to the counter and open a drawer, I pull out a knife and carry it with me to the couch.

“Kat, really?” Lucas looks at me with his eyebrows raised.

“You don’t know what I have been through.” Is all I say as I sit. 

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I wait a few minutes.
 My heart sinks into my stomach as J flashes around the corner. 

His hair is perfectly done, his skin bright white. He looks upset. More upset than before. He is dressed like he is ready to go out. I think I am going to lose it and I want to run out the door.
I take the knife out and hold it next to me. I just wait for him to make eye contact. 
‘He doesn’t have to know that he killed me.’

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He hasn’t noticed me sitting on the couch, “Hello, baby.” I hope my voice sounds convincing. 

His glare is sharp, I can’t read him in the slightest, but he stops and stares.
I want to run at him and tell him i missed him and then stab him in the heart and scream fuck you.
I don’t.

“Cat got your tongue J?” I stand up, knife by my side. I am not trying to hide that he hurt me, or that I want to hurt him. Im trying to hide that he killed me.

Still nothing, i go for it.

“Too much of a pussy to give me a reason J? Just couldn’t man the fuck up and tell me why you didn’t want me? Just had everyone else deal with your trash? Just let everyone else deal with the fucked up things you do?” I start walking towards him. He isn’t saying anything and I feel powerful after saying what has been on my mind. “Come on J, don’t you miss playing with me?” I run the knifes blade against my jeans. Still nothing from him. 
I walk up to him, my face close to his and my eyes are locked on his. 
I put the tip of the knife at his chest, “Did it fucking kill you like it killed me J? Did your heart fucking break to its core? Did you lose sleep? Could you eat? Did you have a gun shot wound that would remind you every second of every damn day that you were alone? Did you fucking miss me J?” I press the tip in the knife in his skin, “Say something.”

“Yes.” His voice is low and gives me chills. I don’t let it phase me. I press the tip in more, a drop of blood runs down his chest. Im angry, so angry with him because i want to forgive him already.

“Yes what, asshole?” I’m not letting his go that easy, I can’t.

“It killed me.” He sounds like he is in pain. “What, what are you even doing here?”

“I had to see if it killed you as well, you look fine though. Perfectly fine. Must be nice.” I take the knife out of his skin. I go to walk away and he grabs my arm, i turn around and put the blade to his throat, “Don’t fucking touch me.” he lets go and lifts his hands.


“Go out with me tonight?” He still sounds like he is in pain, but I cant read him. “Please, Kat.” He moves closer to me and I hold out the knife, “I understand, let me explain. Please, just one night and I will never bother you again.“

I lower the knife.
I don’t know what kind of spell he has over me but I nod, “One night.”  

Not Slowing Down // Michael Clifford Smut

Bad Pairing: Boy! Michael x Female! Reader

Ratings/Warnings: Mature // Smut & Swearing

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: You and Michael have a little bit of fun in the back of his car, much to the dismay of your parents who had banned you from seeing him. 

A/N:I wrote this while having ‘Animals’, ‘Burn It To The Ground’, and ‘Bottoms Up’ from Nickelback on repeat. I have no regrets; and this one-shot is kinda based off the songs. [Also, I mention speed limits and such, I have no idea what usual speed limits are in parts of the world outside America, so I’m sorry if they seem odd to anybody that’s not American.]

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'I’m turning around the corner, be ready' 

The text was quick, yet still set your heart beating in a erratic pattern as you hopped off your bed, checked the lock on your bedroom door once more and then went towards the window on the other side of the room to keep an eye out for Michael.

Sneaking out should be something you were used to by now, as you had been doing it at least once a week since you had started dating Michael nearly six months ago. Some at the school said you had to be magic to get Michael to actually commit to somebody; yet all it took from you was walking through the front door of the school before he was wrapped around your finger. 

You slid open your window, letting the cool night breeze into your room. It was past midnight, it had to be so you wouldn’t be caught. Wiggling the screen loose (a trick you had learned from Michael himself when you had to sneak out the first time.) You set it gently down on the other side of the house so that it was laying against the exterior and then swung your legs downwards so that your feet touched your front lawn.

A few seconds later, you saw familiarly dimmed headlights cruising down your quiet street and you knew it was Michael in his car. Before he had the chance to stop his vehicle completely, you were running across the lawn and towards where Michael had swung open the passenger side door of the car so you could slide in with ease.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of you breaking the rules babe.” His grin was cocky as you hopped into your seat, the cool leather pressing against your nearly bare legs as you had opted for a pair of soft shorts for the night. 

You returned his cocky smile with a grin before leaning over and pressing your lips to his, his stubble rubbing against your cheeks and jawline with a friction that you loved and the smell of his cologne and breath strong as you allowed yourself a few seconds to sink into the blissful thrill that being with Michael always brought.

“Go now, before my parents catch us.” You said as soon as your pulled away, your breathing already heavier than a few moments before, your eyes shining bright with mischief and excitement.

You pulled a hand away from it’s place on Michael’s thigh and closed the door as Michael peeled away from where he had stopped a few meters away from your house; the speed causing the tires to squeal in protest for a split second before the car began speeding past the rest of the neighborhood quickly, a breathy laugh escaping your lips as you watched the familiar setting blur away and your focus settled on Michael in the drivers seat.  

His jaw was set as he kept focus on the road ahead of him, he wouldn’t give a shit about his driving except you were with him. Even with his reckless tendencies he’d never willingly endanger your life, just add a bit of thrill to it. His faux blonde locks were tucked under a baseball cap and it was obvious he hadn’t shaved in the week he had been without you, the stubble dark against his almost abnormally pale skin and cherry red lips. His green eyes kept to the road except for every few seconds they would drift downwards to your legs that were exposed up the middle thigh thanks to your shorts. His brain also couldn’t help but notice how your hand rested on his thigh, rubbing circles with your pointer finger and thumb and edging towards his inner thigh.

“You had to choose such short shorts?” The sentence ended with a quiet grunt as your thumb brushed the crotch of his jeans.

You were smirking, knowing exactly what you were doing. “I figured it’d make life a bit easier later on if you didn’t have to peel my legs out of skinny jeans or something.“ 

The idea of you laying naked, face contorted in pleasure was enough to have Michael sitting a little straighter in his seat and pressing his legs together in hopes of hiding the forming semi in his jeans. You couldn’t blame him; he had the sex-drive of a animal and he probably hadn’t even had the time to jack off in a week, and it wasn’t like you had been there to have sex with. 

You giggled, the sweet sound reminding Michael of how you had been before the two of you had met. Or more so acted before the two of you met. Being your parents angel child, and considered a prodigy within the school for your academic knowledge required being sweet and the good kid; or at least acting like one. The need to live like a normal teenager, go drink and party and have a boyfriend was all there, you just didn’t think you’d have the chance to do any of that before going to college. However, that was before you found Michael leaning against your locker one day after AP English; and he asked you out. Then, as they say, the rest is history.  

“You know you don’t have to hide from me.” You cooed, your hand coming and parting his thighs once more. “Just relax, and keep your hands on the wheel and eyes on the road.” You reached over and seat his seat back, not far enough so he couldn’t reach the pedals of course, but enough that you could actually do what you had your mind set to. You then began undoing his belt, the leather and metal sliding easily out of his belt loops, you then popped the button on his skinny jeans and undid his zipper. “This alright?” You asked, not wanting to feel like you were forcing anything on him.

“It’s perfect.” He replied, his teeth coming down to bite his bottom lip as he took a moment to glance downwards at you, leaned over his crotch yet looking up at him with a innocent look that quickly disappeared at his answer and was replaced with a smirk on those perfectly plump lips of yours. 

“Lift up a bit.” You ordered, and he listened. You made quick work of shimming his jeans and boxers down to his knees before you figured that was far enough. His half erect cock sat on his thigh after you had pulled off his boxers; and you placed your thumb on the tip, rubbing in a swirling motion that tongue could have easily done but you weren’t done teasing yet. Your forefinger traced along the vein running along the side, and you made sure your touch was light and teasing as you sat up and kept your gaze on the road ahead of you, Michael was on the back roads heading towards the train tracks that were on the very edge of town. 

Keeping your gaze upwards and your hand on his cock, you took his length in one hand, your finger using the bit of precum leaking as a lubricant to your pumping motions that you could feel and hear working on Michael as a husky groan escaped his lips as he passed a speed limit sign that claimed the limit to be thirty five, and he was going forty five. You had the base of his cock in one hand and the other hand working the tip as continued acting like this was a normal occurrence for you; but the sexual act had your heart racing and your core pooling with arousal as you allowed your gaze to slip from the road ahead of you and towards Michael’s now fully erect member, oozing cum and making your imagination run wild with what you knew he could do with it. 

“Ease up on the gas.” You ordered, the car slowing drastically as you unbuckled your seat belt and turned your body towards Michael, whose gaze was switching between you and the road as he licked his lips. You lowered your head, not exactly sure how you were going to give him head at this angle, but willing to work with what you could do. Your breath fanned against him before you took the first half of him into your mouth without warning, the sudden warmth and wetness making him rut his hips upwards and making you gag for a split second before he settled back into his seat while muttering

“Fuck, fucking hell (Y/N).” Beads of sweat already forming at his hairline, his grip on the steering wheel making his knuckles go white as you continued working him with your mouth. Your tongue flat against the thick vein on the underside of his cock as you took him to the point that he was hitting the back of your throat, yet before you could choke you slid off of him until only his tip was in your mouth. Swirling your tongue a lot like you had with your thumb not five minutes beforehand. 

Looking upwards and seeing Michael’s lip caught between his teeth, a bead of sweat running down from his temple and his eyes hazed with lust was all it took for you to feel your own arousal begin to build; seeing him like this where you knew it was you who was making him feel this way was empowering and sexy as fuck. If you could see Michael’s face contorted in pleasure for the rest of your life you were sure you’d be able to die happy. You fought the need to touch yourself and focused on Michael, wanting to get him off before he inevitably pulled over to give you a taste of your own medicine.  

You had your hands balanced on his thighs, but as you began working his length once again with your mouth; you released your grip on his right thigh and allowed it to cradle his balls, which had him cursing profanities once again as your fingers worked the sensitive skin and your tongue was making hot and lazy stripes against his cock.

“(Y/N), I’m going to cum.” The whine in Michael’s voice was a note of that, as when he was close he always got whiny which quickly replaced by the deep grunts coming from his throat.

“Cum babe, come for me.” You moaned around his length, the words not very understandable but the vibrations enough to set him off as Michael lifted himself off the seat, his grip around the wheel tightening as his foot came down on the gas and boosted the speed of the car as you allowed him to unload in your mouth. The profanities spilling from his lips quick and hard as he came down from his high after you popped your mouth off of him; swallowing all of what he had given you with the salty taste bitter on your tongue but you weren’t about to complain as you smiled at Michael, waiting for him to say something.

“Holy shit.” His breathing still appeared labored, as he lowered himself back onto his seat; trying to regain his composure as he released the gas pedal and allowed the vehicle to slow down once more. When he finally looked over at you, his green eyes were wide and the smile on his lips was undeniable as it took up most of his face. “You’re to good to me baby.” He leaned over, ignoring your one rule to keep his eyes on the road and pressed his lips to yours.

“Are you going to help me out now?” You gestures towards the soaked patch on your cotton shorts, you hadn’t worn panties tonight either, and the sight was enough to have Michael’s finally relaxed member twitching once more.

“Fuck woman, you’re going to be the death of me.” But without another word, he stopped the car and you squealed as he turned the ignition off and you climbed over the seats so you could lay in the back of the car, already releasing your lower half from the shorts. It wasn’t long before Michael was climbing over the seats himself since you had the done the difficult part of getting his jeans down his legs. 

The position wasn’t the most comfortable, you had one of your legs hooked around the headrest of the backseat so that you would be exposed, and Michael’s long body was cramped as he took your heat in his mouth, wanting to make you cum in the same fashion you had just done to him. 

“You’re so wet (Y/N)” Michael crooned, his tone appreciative of quite possibly his favorite body part of yours. 

“It’s all for you Mike.” Of course it was, nobody had made you feel this way before him and you were almost positive nobody after him would either. The thrill of doing it in the car after sneaking out outdid the discomfort of the position it required, and the love you felt for Michael was front and center right this second. 

He smiled, your arousal soaked his lips and his stubble; but he certainly didn’t seem to mind as he went down again, lips finding your clit and suckling gently, almost in a teasing manner that had you writhing as much as you could underneath him. His stubble rubbed against your thigh in a scratchy way, but you pushed the thought to the side as you cried out; his tongue had come and teased your entrance.

“Please, please Mike. I- fuck, please.” The plea was whiny, but you didn’t care how you sounded anymore, you just wanted Mike to fuck you with his tongue. 

Michael thankfully took your pleas without question, his hands coming upwards and lifting your shirt as his tongue flicked against your core once again and his fingers, calloused from his guitar playing tweaked your budded nipples, it didn’t take long before you felt the strong pulse of your orgasm gathering in your stomach as Michael’s tongue entered you. The pleasure was intense and all you wanted was the release that was so desperately close. 

“Cum princess.” He moaned around your heat and it didn’t take much more than that before you body arched above the sticky leather seats and you cried out Michael’s name as a chant, your hands that had been clawing the edge of the seat finding a grip in his blonde locks as he had lost the baseball cap awhile ago. Your eyes closed as your orgasm overtook all your senses and pleasure racked your brain, Michael prolonging it with his tongue and riding it out. Finally, you relaxed your body, slumping against the seat and Michael hovered above you, a smile on his now even redder lips. 

“Thank you Michael.” your eyes were still closed, but you could feel his eyes on you. 

He chuckled, “Anything for you babe, you know that.” You smiled at the words, knowing they were true. 

“You want to go again?” You asked, yet knowing that Michael was always up for a round two. 

“That obvious?” He questioned, and you cracked one eye open to see that he was hard again and you almost snorted, of course you had been right. Yet a sound from outside caught your attention and you sat up, propping yourself up on your elbows as you tilted your head seeing if you could hear the sound again. “What’s up?” Michael questioned, following your motions.


“Shush, I could have sworn I heard something.” Yet it was quiet.

“I’m sure it was nothing (Y/N), just a dog or something.” Michael excused the sound after a few moments more of silence, and it was then you saw the flashlight beam shining the window.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, sitting up and trying to cover yourself in a hurry, though finding your shorts on the floorboards was dealing more than difficult as Michael muttered curses under his breath as he tried to yank his pants up in a hurry before the door of the car was yanked open and there stood your parents with questioning and pissed off looks. “Mom! Dad!” You exclaimed, horror overcoming your expression as you realized they knew you had snuck out now, and were doing a lot more than just having study dates with Michael. 

“Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N)!” Michael was a blushing mess, his pants now up but still unbuttoned and belt undone. He knew that the two of you were caught now, and since it was off guard he didn’t have a way to talk himself out of this situation. 

“Out of the car, now.” Your dad barked, the vein in his forehead protruding, and your mom was right next to him with her lips pursed and arms crossed against her chest. With a sigh the two of you clamored out of the car, your shorts finally on and your top pushed down, hair disheveled and shame in your eyes; Michael wore a similar look. 

“Before you yell at her, it was my talking, I talked her into sneaking out. All of it was my fault, don’t punish (Y/N).” Michael asked, he may have been nervous or possibly even scared of the situation, but he wasn’t about to let you take all the blame for his stupidity.

“Michael! It wasn’t-” You tried to protest but your dad cut you off with a stern glare.

“I don’t want to hear it from either of you, what I want is my daughter in the backseat of my van, seat belt buckled and quiet and you, Michael-” your dad basically spat Michael’s name like it tasted bad, which it probably did to him. “I want you back in your car, driving away from my daughter and to never see her again." 

You gasped 'Dad! No! I won’t let you send him away.” anger hadn’t hit yet, you were closer to crying over your father’s words than not. 

“It’s not what you’ll let me do (Y/N) (Y/L/N), it’s what he’ll do.” Your dad wasn’t letting this one slide. 

“Let me say goodbye then.” Michael said, you almost burst into tears then before Michael pulled you into his arms and you buried your face into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck in a hug. “I’ll call you later, I promise.” He whispered, you barely heard him as he pulled away, sending you a subtle wink and smile before he climbed into the driver’s side of his car and your parents pulled you towards their car.

And even as you sat in the back of their car, seat belt on and head pointed downwards so that you were looking into your lap and trying to ignore your parents lecture about how Michael was bad for you, you smiled; because you knew Michael would keep his word. 

“Best Friends” (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: I was going to write this request: “Could you write something with the reader cheating on her boyfriend with Peter? (bc I love drama and suffering)” and I wanted to change the cheating part a bit. Then I realized I wrote something entirely different, idk what this is now.

Warnings: Abusive relationship

Word Count: 1,207

A/N: This needs a part 2 but only if you request it, if you don’t like it then it’s okay :D

Originally posted by dailyspiderman

Drizzle outside was filling the small apartment with cold. Y/N tightened her sweater more, she was freezing. The coffee cup on her hands was not helping. She sighed and watched outside, noisy cars running down the streets, people trying to escape from the rain. She checked her watch, only to be disappointed, it was happening again. It was already 11 p.m. in the evening. It was not late but her boyfriend was surely late again.

She pulled her earphones off, music still playing in the background, Afraid by The Neighbourhood. She headed towards to the kitchen, feeling her bare feet freezing. Just when she opened the fridge she heard noises coming from the hall. She stride to the front door and the scene was not very cheerful. “Where were you again?” she sighed while grabbing her boyfriend’s arms who was barely able to walk anymore. “Just shut up for a while, will you? My head feels like it’s blowing right now…” he mumbled and leaned on Y/N, since he was not able to carry his own weight. Y/N shut her eyes, trying to control her tears. She was not going to show her weakness to him.

Her boyfriend was not like this only two months ago. He cared about her more than anything; they moved in together to a new house, they were even going to get engaged until a life changing event happened. They lost all their money and while trying to get back to their normal life, they became weaker. Now, it was too hard to call the thing between them love, everything was gone.

Y/N threw him to the old couch and he groaned: “Be careful!”

“I don’t have to take care of you! Stop complaining!” Y/N yelled, no longer holding her tears. The boy looked at her in disgust and murmured: “Then leave,” knowing that she had no place to go.

Y/N shook her head, still sobbing. “Go to hell!” She yelled one last time and ran to the hall. She grabbed her coat and shut the door.

The cold breeze of New York City hitting her face, she was trying to concentrate on where to go. Her family lived in another city, all her friends were gone for college to somewhere else, and no one had chosen to live there except her. Or she thought so.

She pulled out her phone to check her contacts and she found someone. She thought for a second whether or not to call the person but when she remembered she had nowhere else to go, she clicked the call button. She bit her lips nervously while the phone was ringing.

“Hello Y/N!”

She let out a sigh when Peter answered her call, she was smiling now. “Hi Peter? How’s it going?”

“Fine. H-How are you? I was actually surprised when I saw you calling me; we hadn’t talked in like months?” Peter asked anxiously, he was clearly smiling like a dork.

“Well… I-I’m really sorry for that but you know, I wasn’t-“

“It’s not your fault, you were going to get engaged and we- Never mind, I could have called you too.”

“Right…” Y/N started biting her lips once again, the embarrassment she was feeling sent warm vibes through her body.

“So… What’s going on?” Peter asked to change the topic, he was feeling extremely awkward.

“Look… Peter, I need to ask you a favor…”

“Sure. Anything you want.”

“I-I need a place to stay for a while. I will completely understand if you wouldn’t feel comfortable with-

“Are you kidding me? Of course you can stay in my place as long as you want, let me text you the address,” he chuckled excitingly causing Y/N to giggle, now she was feeling warm once again, not because of embarrassment, because of how Peter made her feel as if they were in high school once again.

“Thank you Peter,” was all she could manage to say in that moment. They hung up and Y/N headed to Peter’s new apartment.

Before knocking on his door, Y/N stood there for a while, thinking about the history they had together. They had been best friends for years until they started dating at freshman year. Everything was perfect between them, they knew every little detail about each other, and trust was not an issue. Until that one day they broke up over a stupid thing and never got back to each other. They were no longer best friends; Y/N had someone else.

She shook her head, thinking of what she was doing right now, it was stupid. He didn’t deserve Peter. She pulled out her wallet, trying to find some money for a motel to stay for a night, she only had five dollars. She whispered: “Nice,” and without thinking, she knocked on the door.

When the door was open, she felt her heart skipping a beat. However, it was normal. She was seeing her first love after months. Peter was the same as she left. His soft brown hair messy as always, hardly visible bags under his eyes (being both Spiderman and Peter Parker was not easy), wearing the same red sweater he used to wear nearly every day at school. Most importantly, he was still Peter Parker. He was kind and he was offering his house to someone who has left him.

“Wow… You look… different.

“Yeah people say that I have changed a lot… But you look the same Peter,” she chuckled quietly, not knowing what to do.

“And you also look extremely cold. Come on! Get inside!” Peter moved to let Y/N in and shut the door.

“So how’s the bug boy doing?” Y/N teased Peter. They were sitting in the living room, a cup of tea in Y/N’s hands and she was wrapped in a blanket.

“Hey! I thought we were both okay with calling me Spiderman in junior year!” Peter chuckled. All of these didn’t seem real. He was extremely anxious and ecstatic at the same time. After all he was still in love with her. They stayed in silence for a while after Y/N broke it. “Peter… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything I have done and I’m sorry for still wanting things from you. You didn’t even have you pick that phone up in the first place. I can’t believe I-“ Y/N gasped and shut her eyes: “Thank you,” she whispered, remembering what had happened back at her apartment, back at high school with Peter.

“Hey, hey just relax. It’s obvious that something bad had happened to you. Don’t go hard on yourself, it’s not time for us to argue. After all, we are still best friends.” Y/N shook her head an opened her eyes, a single tear falling down on her cheek.

Peter got up and sat down beside her. Although he felt his cheeks burning, he threw his arms around her and placed his chin on top of her head. “I know you don’t have to tell me anything but for the old times sake, can you please let me know what happened. I can’t stand seeing you like this Y/N-“

Without letting Peter finish his sentence, the door was knocked harshly, making both of their hearts race.

Our Last Night

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,500-ish

Warnings: ANGST!!!! alcohol consumption, smut, language, angsty sex, oral sex, brief handjob, canon divergence, mentions of motherhood (no pregnancy), time jump.

Author’s Note: I cried while writing this, and I am not an easily emotional person, so if I cried, you will probably cry too.

“It’s my last night on earth.”

The words don’t catch you off guard. You’ve been thinking about the coming events for several days now, and you’ve managed to suppress quite a lot of emotions; anger, fear, sadness, practically everything negative you could think of has been racing through your mind on replay for weeks, and finally it all comes down to this moment, when Sam’s final sun sets and the last moon he’ll ever see takes her place with the stars.

Except tonight, on Sam’s last night on earth, there are no stars, like every angel in Heaven has left and has front-seat tickets to the final showdown between Michael and Lucifer.

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I Wanna Blow

Summary: Dan finally get’s to suck Phil’s cock.

Warnings: no kinks (sorry, I wrote this a while ago) but all smut.

5.something K words.


Dan was getting desperate. He had been in a nice relationship with Phil for a while now and he thought it was perfect. He would go to Phil’s house and they would sit on Phil’s living room couch and play video games and just talk. Then when Dan decided he wanted something he would go silent and stare at Phil. He would stare at the beautiful side of his face and down his neck to his shoulders that connected his strong arms that had the most beautiful hands you’ve ever seen at the ends. He would think about how those arms can hold him and how those hands can grasp him just like he wants. But now recently he has been traveling lower. He has been letting his eyes roam to Phil’s crotch and think about what he has hidden under his jeans.

He’s seen it once. Only one time by accident. It was one day when he was half asleep and needed to go to the bathroom. He didn’t realize that he had stayed the night at Phil’s house and just stumbled into the nearest bathroom. There was Phil singing Celine Dion while lathering his hair in the shower and both of them stopped in their tracks, shocked.

Dan couldn’t help but look. He just looked up and down Phil’s entire body. The soap was running down his skin in the most beautiful way. The smell of raspberries filled the room to help him remember this moment. When he made it down far enough he saw exactly what he wanted to see. Phil’s beautiful cock.

Right there, hanging on his crotch was the most beautiful piece of flesh he had ever seen. Soap was running down it too and light was shining on it so he saw. He saw everything. Just how he wanted. It had to be at least seven inches flaccid, which is impressive come pared to Dan’s six and some fraction size flaccid. But the girth of it… He could hardly breathe. He wanted to see it hard then. He wanted to make it hard. He wanted to put it in his mouth or stretch himself and put it somewhere else. It was like looking at the cocks of the people in the gay porn that he watched sometimes, but this was real life. This was his boyfriend. His amazing, sweet, lovable, intelligent, innocent boyfriend. It was the 20 year old man that he had been dating for almost a year that he knows is a man with needs but has never once asked for sex.

Then he was standing for what felt like a little too long just frozen staring at Phil with his mouth agape. He wanted to stay and jump in the shower with Phil and maybe try to get Phil to let him get on his knees and suck, but he was too scared so he ran. They didn’t even talk about it after that. They just went on with their lives as normal even though Dan couldn’t stop thinking about it.

And now, sitting on the couch with Phil, he couldn’t stop thinking about it either. He just stared and stared until Phil noticed. He paused the game and put his controller down before turning to face Dan. It gave Dan and better view of the area, but Phil wasn’t paying attention to that.

“Hey bear.” He said to get Dan’s attention. Dan didn’t look up until Phil tilted his head up by the chin. “What are you looking at there?”

Dan suddenly felt a surge of confidence. “I was looking at the- um- y-your lap. I want to suck your cock.” He blurted out and then immediately covered his mouth. Phil’s whole face and his ears became bright red and so did Dan’s.

“W-what?” Phil asked, shocked at this sudden confession.

“Y-your cock. I really really want to suck it. I want to give you a blowjob.” Dan answered with the last bit of his confidence. He had no dignity left. He lost that at the first sentence.

“We make out at about this time every day. But I can’t stop thinking about the big beautiful cock you have in your pants. I want to suck it and eventually when we know that this all is for real, I want to ride it. I just can’t take it any longer. I am too hungry for you, to not ask. I just really want to give you your first blowjob and I want to make it good.” Dan almost whined. Phil grabbed Dan’s hand and played with his fingers as he spoke next.

“I will let you if you really want to. Just please don’t think I’d ever make you do any of this. I want you to be happy. So do you really want to or are you just trying to be nice?” Phil asked, concerned for his precious Dan. Dan smashed the concern right away.

“Oh hell yes I want to. I have wanted to ever since I saw it that one time.” Dan replied quickly as his eyes turned big and sparkly with lust.

“Take it away then.” Phil nervously said with a little fake smirk and leaned back as Dan got on his lap and started kissing him. Dan held Phil’s cheeks and Phil held Dan’s hips as they kissed with a new passion that they have never tried to show before. Dan let out a little moan as the kiss got deeper. This was all real. He is actually about to do this. It got even more real when Phil brought his hands down to cub the younger’s bum and start making him grind down to feel the bulge Phil already has in his pants. Dan moaned in Phil’s mouth and pushed his bum down on Phil’s hands to get more. That’s exactly what he wanted. More and more and more. Phil squeezed and started kneed in the area. To Dan, it was too much to handle. He pulled away from the amazing kiss they were sharing and started to take his black semi see through shirt off. He started to roll his hips on Phil’s to get him going more. He leaned in to nip at Phil’s ear.

“It feels so good when you touch me there with your strong hands. You should do that more often to me. Plus, I know it is a girly thing to like, but it really turns me on when you touch my nipples.” Phil moaned softly in response so Dan decided to keep going. “I fucking love it when you kiss them. Or when you suck on them and lap at them.” They both moaned again. “Oh. But my favorite part is when you nibble around the area and then lick over it. It makes me hard every time. I’ve had to learn how to hide it from you so you aren’t discouraged to do it again.”

“Why would I be discouraged? I want to make you feel good, dan. So good.” Phil moaned the last bit as Dan started to roll his hips with more intensity.

“Oh Phil. I thought you were innocent.” Dan moaned and leaned back so Phil could do what he wants and reach the area that he wants to reach. Phil traced one finger around one of Dan’s nipples and made it already get a little bit harder. He smirked up at Dan before he almost picked him up and gently placed him laying down on the couch. Dan opened his legs so Phil could find his place between them. Phil did that and stared rolling his hips down on Dan’s body. He leaned up to Dan’s ear and gave it a little nibble.

“I’m anything but innocent.” He whispered and then leaned down to start working on one of Dan’s nipples. He sucked it and lapped the hard bump of flesh. Then he did the one thing that Dan wanted. He softly nibbled the sensitive area and heard Dan moan about it while also feeling his semi hard bulge twitch. He started working on the second nipple and was playing with the first between his fingers. Dan put his hands on all the parts of Phil’s back that he can reach and started running his nails softly all over Phil’s back. He then traced his fingers up Phil’s neck to tangle them in his hair and pull lightly because he knows that Phil likes that. But now, he could feel that Phil likes it because he was getting harder.

Dan felt Phil start to nibble and then he decided that that was enough. He needed to suck.

“Phil. As much as I fucking love it when you do that, I need you to stop so I can get get down on my knees and suck. I really really need it now.” Phil backed away from the area for a little bit and then pecked Dan on the lips.

“Are you ready then for me to show you what you’re sucking? I doubt you’ve seen anything like what I have.” Dan moaned and arched his back at the words. even if most people think that male genitailia looks weird and a little gross, Dan could admit that he is still a little bit of a cock slut even with their unpleasant appearance. Actually he could say that he really is a cock slut. He has never been able to see another person’s dick in person, but he has always wanted to. Something about this exposed organ seems absolutely beautiful to him. He loves looking at the beautiful porn stars packages and thinking about how much better they must look in person. Then he thinks about how they may feel inside him and how they may taste. He has wanted to know what it’s like to deep throat something big and feel someone’s load run down his throat or be shot up his hole. Now he has his chance. He’s got Phil wrapped around his finger now, even though he may be acting dominant.

“Oh yes. I am so ready. Are your parents home?” Dan asked. Phil shook his head. “That’s fantastic. We still can’t do it here though.” Phil cocked his head to the side.

“Why?” He asked, confused.

“There’s a twelve year old boy that watches us through his window every night when we make out. I don’t think he deserves to see your beautiful cock tonight.” Dan said as if he’s known it for a while. But, he is actually proud of himself that they boy comes back every time. It must mean that he looks amazing with his boyfriend when they do this.

“You must love that he does that though. I bet you live for the attention. But it’s okay. Where do you wanna go?” Dan thought for a moment before deciding on the perfect place.

“I wanna go to your room. I want you to sit on your spinning chair when I do it.” Dan explained and immediately, Phil was up on his feet and ready to go upstairs. He held out a hand for Dan to grab. Dan quickly grabbed it and pulled himself up off the couch. He then almost dragged Phil up the stairs and to his room. Phil was staring at him with love struck eyes bugging out of his head. Dan just looked so hot with his cheeks red and his lips already swollen from the kissing. His hair was slightly messy and curling from how much he was sweating from the need. Dan threw him on the chair and then stood in front of Phil and give him a look of pure lust and then a smile of love. He motioned to his obvious large bulge in his jeans.

“This is what you do to me.” Dan growled with a little smirk. “It’s so naughty.” He slowly undid his zipper as Phil watched. Phil gripped the arms of the chair as he watched Dan slowly slide his tight jeans down his legs.

“I really love you Dan. I really really love you.” Phil said in awe of Dan’s whole existence. “And it isn’t just because you make out with me every night and you are actually offering to suck my dick. You just are so perfect and you make me so happy. I know that this is a really weird time to say this because it kind of kills the mood, but I love everything about you and I don’t say it enough.” He added as Dan slowly walked over. Dan leaned down and gave Phil a soft slow kiss.

“I love you too. I think you are the most amazing person in the world. I am so lucky to call you mine. But now, I am really horny. I really really want a nice cock to suck and you are way too clothed.” Dan said and ran his fingers down Phil’s torso until he got to the hem of Phil’s shirt.

“Too clothed? What are you gonna do about that?” Phil teased. Dan pulled Phil’s shirt over his head to reveal his milky white chest. He scanned the chest to look at every detail he could find before he leaned in for a kiss. As the kiss was going on, he ran his fingers down Phil’s torso until he reached the package that he really wanted to touch. He cupped Phil’s clothed member and started palming him with his dominant left hand. Phil softly moaned into the kiss.

“Don’t hold back those delicious moans. I wanna hear them when I’m down on my knees. Fuck, I want to have them ingrained in my head for as long as possible. I want the fucking neighbors to hear you. If they’re ready to hear something so good.” Dan said in a sultry tone before kissing down to Phil’s jaw and then down his neck and all down his torso until he reached the button on Phil’s jeans. By now, Phil was about to resort to begging Dan to undo that button because his jeans were getting painfully tight on him. But thankfully Dan did undo that button. He was almost as desperate as Phil to relieve him of the restricting jeans.

Dan pulled down the zipper and immediately Phil’s big member sprang out. “Oh Phil. You weren’t wearing any underwear? This whole time you have been keeping that from me? I had a plan for you and now I just have to get to sucking.” Dan said playfully as he stared at Phil’s beautiful piece of flesh and pulled his jeans all the way down and off his body. Phil was probably saying something as a response to Dan, but Dan was too busy taking in the scene to even think about Phil’s words.

“Dan. Dan?” Phil called as he waved his hands in front of Dan’s face to get his attention. Dan finally looked up at Phil’s face.

“Is something wrong?” Phil asked, confused. Dan put his hands on Phil’s knees and pushed his legs open more so he could get closer.

“How big is it?” Dan asked as he looked back down at Phil’s member.

“Oh I was hoping that wouldn’t be a problem. You don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to. I completely understand. I can go and take a cold shower or work it out myself. I won’t be mad at you. We could just cuddle for the rest of the night I don’t mind.” Phil covered his face in embarrassment.

“But how big is it?” Dan asked again, ignoring Phil’s offer to stop.

“Um. Ten and maybe three fourths inches hard. It just keeps growing but I think it’s over now. I hope it’s over now. Oh god. I knew this would happen. I should have warned you first.” Phil covered his face again but Dan reached up and tore Phil’s hands away from covering his eyes and kissed the beautiful hands.

“Phil. Don’t worry. I really love how big you are. It turns me on so much. I want to deep throat this masterpiece.” Dan moaned and traced this finger tip along the bulging vein. Phil shuddered at the touch. “Would you like that?” Phil nodded frantically. Dan then traced his tongue over the vein and relished in the taste of Phil.

“Phil. You taste so good.” He kissed the tip and looked Phil in the eye. “Look at me as I do this. I want to see your face.” Phil nodded.

Dan shifted his position so he had a better angle and wrapped his lips around the tip. He played with the tip with his tongue and nibbled slightly as he wrapped one hand around the rest. He started moving his hand up and down as he sucked lightly on just the tip. Phil moaned softly and stared at Dan’s plump lips wrapped around his tip. Dan hummed lightly to add the little tingling sensation of vibration as he took more in his mouth. Phil couldn’t help but let out a loud moan at that and reach down to grab at Dan’s hair as encouragement. Dans tongue swirled and swirled around the member in his mouth followed by a hard suck each time. He started to lap at the shaft and made slurping sounds that Phil loved. Both the feeling and the sound were intoxicating to him. Then all of a sudden Dan moved both of his hands to play with Phil’s balls. Phil couldn’t help but buck up at the feeling making Dan choke. He had to pull off for a second to cough and Phil immediately felt bad for it.

“Are you okay Dan? I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to-” and cut him off by covering his mouth.

“Don’t worry Phil. I’m fine.” Dan assured and gave Phil a small smile before he took Phil back in his mouth. He tried to take as much as he could into his mouth and bobbed his head up and down. He was squeezing and tracing his fingers along Phil’s balls because he knew that that got him going now.

Phil tried his hardest to keep his hips down as Dan was pleasuring him more than he has ever been able to do himself. Dan started to humm again around Phil as he bobbed his head and swirled his tongue. It all made Phil throw his head back and moan out Dan’s name along with various curse words. Sweat was running down his forehead and he was wiping it away just as fast as it fell. Then suddenly, he had to look foreword again when he saw the door opening.

“Hey little bro. What’s all the noise? I’m trying to take a na-” finally he looked in the room and jumped back in shock. “Whoa my god!” He exclaimed. “I’m gonna go leave the country now. Sorry.” Then he saw his brother run out of the room before he even had time to pull Dan’s mouth off of his member and say anything regarding the current situation. Phil didn’t even think Dan noticed. He just kept on doing what he was doing. Still humming and slurping and sucking like it was the most fun he had ever had.

“Dan. Did you hear that? Should we do something abou-” Dan cut him off again by putting a finger to Phil’s lips. And taking the length out of his mouth.

“Shush. Don’t worry about it because we’re busy right now. Just focus on this.” Dan said softly and then returned to doing what he was doing. He kissed all round Phil’s member and licked a stripe from the base to the tip. He blew lightly on the wet stripe before grabbing Phil’s balls and putting both in his mouth at once. He sucked lightly and lapped at the area all while listening to Phil’s moans.

“Oh Dan. You are so good at this. Where and when did you learn to pleasure another man like this? I thought I was your first- Oh fuck that feels good- y-your first boyfriend or partner at all. But oh god.” Phil groaned at his own words and the feeling of Dan working on him. Dan started to humm on Phil and then pulled away completely.

“How close are you love?” Dan asked so he could start the next thing that he wanted to do.

“Very very close.” Phil breathed out. Dan stood up and leaned over to give Phil a light kiss. Phil just looked up at Dan, completely memorized by what he was doing and what he could do.

“That’s good. That’s really good. Do you want to know what I want to do next?” Phil nodded excitedly. “Well, you know how I was saying that I wanted to deep throat this amazing cock of yours? Well I can’t seem to do it on my own. I need your help. I need you to take control and push me against a wall, bring me to my knees, and fuck my mouth without mercy. Then when you get too close, I want you to pull out an come on my face and in my mouth so I can taste you like I’ve always wanted. Do you want to do that to me?” Phil thought about it for a moment because he has to be rational enough for the both of them in a situation like this.

“I don’t want to hurt you. You seem to be enjoying this so much, I don’t want to ruin it for you by hurting you or breaking something in your throat. Your throat just isn’t built for that kind of thing. Something could go wrong.” Phil reasoned. Dan just shook his head and grabbed Phil’s sides to lift him up out of the chair. He stepped backwards with Phil until he was against the wall and kissed him sweetly. Phil could kind of taste himself on Dan’s plump red lips but he tried to ignore it. Then Dan pulled away from the kiss and looked Phil in the eye.

“I promise I will be fine. Just give me a chance please.” Phil thought about it for a moment before answering.

“Okay. But you promise to get me out if you change your mind. I don’t even care how much I may want to come, you will stop me the second you stop liking it.” Dan nodded and gave Phil a smirk. “Now, tell me again what you want me to do? I seem to have forgotten.” Phil teased.

Dan kept on hand on Phil’s back but moved the other to slowly stroke Phil as he spoke. “I want you to shove all of yourself in my mouth. Do whatever you can to make it fit. Then once you do, I want you to pull out and then get rough with me. I want you to fuck into my mouth as hard and fast as you want. I want you to get all of yourself in with each thrust. Make me gag. I dare you.” Dan almost growled and got close to nibble on Phil’s ear. “Then when you feel like you want to come, aim for my face and my open mouth and go ahead and release. Are you ready to do that now Phil?” Phil nodded. “Go ahead then. Push me against this wall, force me to my knees and fuck me.”

Phil decided he has had enough of teasing himself and denying himself the pleasure of controlling Dan. He pushed dan against the wall just like he wanted and Dan’s head hit against it, leaving him speechless. He pushed Dan down to his knees by his shoulders and positioned his tip by Dan’s open mouth.

“Are you ready Dan? Better take a deep breath.” Phil’s deep voice made Dan moan and reach down to touch himself.

“Oh fuck yes. I am so ready.” Dan moaned and then suddenly Phil thrusted in. He felt the warmth surround his member. But he couldn’t quite get it all in. He tried again and thrusted harder. He felt Dan gag and swallow around him but still he couldn’t go all the way. Then finally he thrusted again even harder and finally felt Dan’s nose pressed against his stomach and his lips around the very base. Dan was swallowing and gagging uncontrollably but somehow the movement was turning him on more than anything ever has. Phil was about to pull out and thrust back in, but Dan’s hands made it to Phil’s bum and held on to him to keep him in that same place.

“Oh Dan. You feel so good!” Phil groaned out and finally Dan let go of Phil and let him thrust all he wanted. Phil lost control. He pressed his hands to the wall and thrusted as hard as he could into Dan’s mouth. Dan was choking and moaning. Tears were in his eyes at the impact. Phil would have been concerned about this, but he knew how much Dan loved it by the little smirk that he had managed to keep on his face.

“Dan! Fuck yes. Dan! You take my cock so well. Oh baby.” Phil groaned out and thrusted like there was no tomorrow. Dan was gagging and choking and whimpering out at each thrust. If anyone else were to look at Dan in this situation, they’d think that Dan hated it. They’d think that Dan was doing it against his will. It would seem that phil had taken some domineering agreement out of hand and was now punishing Dan. But Dan absolutely loved it. He loved the feeling of his mouth being so full and he loved the taste of Phil that he has never gotten to taste like this. Something was completely intoxicating to Dan about Phil just taking control and shoving himself in his mouth and making him take it all. He wanted to gag like no tomorrow and he wanted theses full on tears to be running down his face.

“Oh fuck Dan. I’m gonna cum. I need to do it. Get ready.” Phil panted out and then pulled out of his boyfriends mouth. He pumped his throbbing member only once before he started to cum on Dan’s face. He groaned out and released himself as he kept pumping to ride out the amazing orgasm. Dan took the tip and put it in his mouth to get more in there before he got the last bit to squirt around his mouth and abused lips. Phil watched as he savored the taste and then swallowed. He looked into Phil’s eyes as he licked around his lips and swallowed the last bit.

Phil kneeled down and took Dan into a hug. He made sure to wipe the tears off of his face and smooth his hair down since he had been pulling it.

“That was the best orgasm I have ever had.” Phil admitted and then noticed that Dan was crying more now. He held Dan so he could look at his face and wipe away his tears as they fell.

“Oh my gosh Dan. Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Did I go too hard? I am so sorry if I did. I just got carried away and you felt so-” Dan cut him off by clearing his throat and trying to speak.

“That was amazing.” Dan croaked. Phil immediately pulled him into a tight embrace.

“Then why are you crying bear?You had me scared to death.” Phil stared to rub Dan’s back to stop his tears and calm him down.

“I’m just so happy and I love you so much. I just- that was fucking perfect. I wanna be with you forever. Forever.” Dan said between sobs.

“I want to be with you forever too. I love you so much. Do you need help though? I know you were really sporting a hard one earlier.” Phil asked and started to reach his hand down. He made it to Dan’s boxers and felt a big wet spot. Dan’s face turned bright red and Phil smirked.

“Oh bear. How did you cum from that? I didn’t even get to touch you.” Phil chuckled.

“What can I say.” Dan rasped out. “I just really love cocks. Yours especially.” He smirked and moved to kiss Phil softly and slowly with his warn out lips. The were both smiling into the kiss that they shared against the wall on the floor of Phil’s bedroom before they pulled away from each other to look in the other’s eyes.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up then Dan.” Phil softly spoke. He grabbed Dan’s hand and helped him to stand up and walk towards Phil’s bed. Dan took a seat on Phil’s bed and Phil stood over him.

“I’m gonna go get you a damp cloth to get all of the cum off of you. Then I’m gonna get you clean boxers and make you tea. Would you like that?” Phil asked and Dan nodded. Phil went and got a wash cloth and soaked it in warm water. He came back to see a tired Dan laying sprawled out on his bed. He carefully climbed one he bed and sat between Dan’s legs. He was about to pull Dan’s boxers down, but Dan held his hands so he couldn’t go further.

“I don’t think you want to see that. It’s embarrassing. How about I just go to the bathroom and clean myself?” Dan offered out of nervousness.

“No Dan. I want to see it. You saw mine so I should get to see yours. Plus, I will love you no matter what it looks like, unless you have some contagious disease on it that you are going to give me. Then I’d just suggest treating it. But I doubt that’s the case.” Phil offered. Dan was still nervous.

“No it’s not that. It’s just that it’s a little… Small.” Dan admitted. Phil almost chuckled.

“Dan. There is no need to worry. Size doesn’t matter to me I promise. I will love you if you have a big one a small one or no penis at all. I really don’t mind.” Phil soothed so Dan let go of his hands and allowed Phil to take his wet underwear off. He was met by the one thing that Dan was so embarrassed about and smiled slightly because it wasn’t that bad. Maybe six and a quarter inches. So it was average.

“Aw Dan. This is nothing to be embarrassed of. I don’t think you are as small as you think you are.” Phil pulled the boxers all the way off and threw them on the pile of clothing, rejoicing when it landed right on top of the pile. He then got the wet cloth and slowly wiped away the mess Dan had made. He slowly stroked up and down Dan’s length to “clean” the area when he really just wanted to have a reason to touch. Dan moaned softly and shifted so he could be more comfortable. Phil then started to move down to rub the cloth all around Dan’s balls. He then switched to doing that with one hand and uses the other to slowly and fluidly stroke up and down Dan’s member, making Dan moan softly again.

“Do you want to know something cool?” Phil asked as he looked at Dan with love as he moved his hands like an expert.

“Yes Phil. What do you want to tell me.” Dan struggle, his voice still warn out and his words harder to form because of his pleasure.

“You’re pretty.” Phil responded with a smile.

“Come here.” Dan mumbled sleepily to his boyfriend. He stretched out his arms to bring the man into a hug, but he didn’t come.

“I have to put away this washcloth.” Phil responded. Dan just snatched the washcloth out of his hand and threw it across the room to hopefully land in the dirty laundry pile.

“Now just sleep with me you doof.” Dan said. And they did.

Girl meets Evil

Genre: Forgive me for I have sinned (SMUT)  

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader 

Word Count: 1500ish 

Note: This crept into my mind when I was listening to boy meets evil on repeat and obviously I had to write it out :) 

“Hoseok you can’t keep coming here” You exasperated, standing in the arch of your doorway as your ex showed up at your door like clockwork.

Each night since your break up, he showed up at your door drunk out of his mind, begging you to take him back. It had been a week and so far you were holding strong. 

But each night you found your steel walls breaking bit-by-bit. You were determined not to let him back in…. or so you thought.  

“Y/N-ah…. Let me come in at least…” He spoke in a slurred voice, a voice you recognized too well for your own good.

“Hoseok, you should go back home…You don’t know what you’re doing, you’re drunk…” You cooed, pushing the man out of the archway and into the corridor outside.

You were so determined to not let him in again, all of your instincts screaming at you to save yourself from the sin that was Jung Hoseok.

Losing his patience Hoseok finally decided to drop his game, not being able to stay away from you any longer he decided to take you back tonight.

“Who said I was drunk!” He whispered in your ear with a clear voice that showed no signs of the previous slurring. He pushed you back into your apartment, locking the door behind him as he walked closer towards you, your body moving backwards until it hit the wall.

“I thought that maybe if I showed up drunk, you’d take pity on me and let me in. Guess you were trying to be a smart girl..” He spoke before crashing his lips on yours in a frenzy, his hands grasping around your neck and waist as he pulled you in closer while your hands pushed at his chest, trying hard to break away from the man’s addictive touch.

“Your lips are so sweet baby girl” He whispered before reattaching his lips to yours, not wanting to let you escape him again.

You didn’t want this, you didn’t want him…but then why was he so hard for you to resist?

“Hoseok… No… I don’t want this” You feebly voiced your protest as he broke free from your lips to take your shirt off but your hands pressed down, preventing him from doing so.

He refused to listen to your protests, at this point he didn’t care that you didn’t want it. 

He wanted it, he wanted you and tonight he was going to bring you crumbling down and back to him. 

He brought your lips back onto his as his hands easily tore your shirt which was now nothing but shreds of cloth on the floor.

You wanted to stop him, you wanted to break free from him but his actions was nothing but a horn calling upon your hell, your blissful hell.

His hands move to his own shirt that he unbuttons and throws on the floor. He massages your clothed breasts, his hands eliciting moans and whimpers from you that made him smile coyly as he took your bra off, taking one your nipples in his mouth while his fingers toyed with the other.

“You seem to be enjoying it a lot for someone who had been saying no for so long” He chuckled as he began moving his fingers down to your pussy.

He began rubbing it through your clothes that made your bring your hands to entwine in his deep orange hair. His fingers knowing each and every part of you, especially your sweet spots, which he worked so skillfully only to increase your desperation for him.

You knew you shouldn’t be enjoying it, all you had wanted was to be freed of this sin but now… you can’t give up forgetting it.

“Ho—Hoseok…” You whimpered his name, his touch over your body rendering your brain incapable of functioning anymore. All you could think about was this man in front of you.

All you could think about was the sin named Jung Hoseok.

“That’s right baby girl, my name sounds so fucking good coming out of your pretty little mouth” He looked up at you before sliding your shorts and underwear down to your ankles. He hoisted one of your legs over his shoulder as he hungrily licked you all over.

“Fuck Hobi—“You moaned out as you grabbed his hair harshly, not to pull him away from you but to push him in even further.

“Ah shit you taste so fucking sweet—“ He spoke out, sliding two of his fingers into you with ease, your juices dripping down onto the floor, staining it with your arousal as he took your clit in his mouth.

Why was your body reacting like this?

Why was your body behaving as if it had been hungrily waiting for him all along, for him to come and devour you, to strip you down to the core only to piece you back together bit-by-bit.

Your body that could be satisfied by no one other than him.

“Hoseok—“You stuttered out his name, reaching closer and closer to your release.

“Fucking hell Y/N-ah, I’m addicted to your sweetness… come for me baby girl, come all over my fucking face!!” And with that you found each and every action, every decision you had made in the past going down the drain.

It was so bad, so wrong but it was too sweet for you to resist. You pulled his hair as you came all over his face, glistening his face with the sheen of your juices as you collapsed on the couch, your body trembling from the pleasure and desperately trying to catch your breath.

“Ah, ah, ah.. We’re not even close to being done yet baby” He spoke softly as he hoisted you on his shoulder, your voice stuck in your throat rendering you incapable of arguing against it, he walked to your bedroom and threw you onto the bed.

He knew each and every bit of your room, your room that he had spent so many sleepless nights doing all sorts of things to your body in. He took out the rope from your bedside drawer to tie you up, you cursed yourself for not taking his toys out but at the same time your body dripped with excitement as it anticipated his touch.

He pinned your hands above your head as he tied them to your bed, leaving you absolutely at his mercy and truly, your body wouldn’t ever want to be elsewhere.

“Your voice seems to lie so much but your body….” He spoke as he traced his fingers over your naked figure

It tells me the truth” And with that he took his pants and boxers off. He aligned the tip or his erect cock with your dripping core that throbbed and ached for him.

Your mind screamed ‘No!’…. you wanted him to stop, to leave and to forget all of this but then why couldn’t you get yourself to say it?

He pushed himself inside of you, your back arching from the pleasure of having him filling you up entirely after so long. His hands moved to your hips to grab it as he thrusted into you with speed, not finding it in him to slowly ease you into it. Your nails digging into the palm of your own hand hard enough that you felt your blood flowing out.

You should’ve stopped it but you didn’t want to let go of his touch, the touch of evil.

Fucking hell yes…. Yes Hobi—“You yelled out from ecstasy, your mind incapable of further opposing your body’s needs, desires and cravings. You couldn’t stop yourself anymore, his touch far too addictive for you to resist, the devil that was now holding you in his clutches was never going to let you go again and you were left with no option other than to succumb to his will.

“You’re so fucking hungry for cock aren’t you baby girl” He snickered as he moved his mouth up to suckle on your breasts as his hips thrust harder and deeper into you.

“Yes!!Yes!!Fuck yes—Hobi….I’m a fucking slut for it” You yelled out in acceptance, his degradation making your release that much closer and better for you. Your hips began moving out of your own accord to match his pace, increasing your pleasure and making it infinitely times better.

“Hell, Baby girl…. your pussy is so fucking tight!” He exclaimed as he found himself reaching closer to his orgasm. He expertly moved his fingers to your clit that he rubbed with endless fervor as he wanted to make you come before he did.

Won’t my bitch come for me?” He whispered into your ear before biting down on your neck, marking you as his, that had pleasure coursing all through your body at his actions, pushing you over the limit and hitting you with euphoria as you came all over his dick.

He could feel you clenching around his dick, the feeling driving him to his orgasm as he released all of his white hot liquid into you, filling the deepest parts of you with him.

After riding your high out with his he pulled himself out of you, you could feel his come slowly dripping out of you and onto the bed as you lay there trying to slow your heartbeat. 

But you knew this was only the beginning of a very long night for you.

You knew that you were back where you had had left things off, your future undeniably abandoned for your love for him. 

Your love that was only another name for evil.

‘Too bad… but it’s too sweet…’

Written By: Admin Sangria 

Lights on.

Hello love,I don’t know if your request are open but I was wondering if you could do a fluffy smut where y/n has a little bit of a stomach and she tries to hide it with baggy clothes but harry shows her how much he loves it? Thank you if you do this x

Thank you very much for your request! I changed it up a bit so I’m sorry if you’re not quite happy with it. This is based on Shawn Mendes’ song “Lights on”. I’m planning on doing a few more imagines based on songs from his new album because I’m so in love with it.
This has not been proofread so please forgive mistakes. It’s also quite smutty so don’t read it if you aren’t comfortable with smut. xxx


Harry loved Y/N.
With everything he had.
And he wanted to show her that.
They told each other they loved each other every day because there were no truer words to be said between those two. They weren’t dating for too long but they knew it was true and they knew very well that they loved each other probably more than most other couples out there.
They told each other those three little words whenever they felt like it was the right moment. And even if it wasn’t the right moment they never cared, they told each other anyway. Before they went to bed, in the morning when they both just woke up or over the phone when they couldn’t be together and missed each other dearly because that little phrase made the worst days better.
But Harry never shown her his love.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it or something like that but they weren’t there yet.
They weren’t together long enough to take that step and get intimate with each other.
They were taking this whole relationship slowly and step after step without any rush.
And that was good because Harry wasn’t the type of person to do it all at once and rush into anything. He was a gentleman and a bit old fashioned but that was okay because Y/N was the same.
They both wanted to, of course they did but they wanted it to be special and something they both would look back at in the future and smile at the memory.


The thing that was hard though was the fact that Y/N was so damn beautiful. And Harry couldn’t deny that he wanted her.
Especially right now.
He took her out to a nice little restaurant they both liked and she was looking so beautiful in the clothes she was wearing. Harry had difficulties to keep his hands to himself the whole evening because he just wanted to touch her and be close to her.
And now they were home. And alone. And Y/N still looked so damn beautiful.
They were Harry’s bedroom now. They didn’t live together yet because well, it was just far too early for such a big step.
Y/N took off her earrings in front of the big mirror and Harry couldn’t help but stare at her.
“What?” she asked and if Harry wasn’t mistaken he heard a bit of annoyance in her voice.
“S'nothing, love.”
“No. You’ve been doing that the whole evening. You keep staring at me like that.”
“You’re just so damn beautiful.”
Y/N stopped every movement at his words. She wasn’t used to such a compliment. Of course Harry told her he found her beautiful very often but not like this.
Harry stood up from where he was sitting at the edge of the bed and walked over to her. He turned her around with his hands on her hips and then wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back tightly against his chest. Y/N was forced to look at the mirror now and look at the both of them.
“I love you so much.” Harry whispered.
Y/N felt his lips brushing against her neck and a tingle ran up her spine at the contact.
“I love you too.”
Harry sighed and nuzzled his nose into the side of her head and into her hair.
“Let me show you.”
He felt her freeze against his body. They never talked about this beforehand so he almost expected this.
“Harry…”
“Please, baby.”
He pressed a soft kiss against the side of her neck where he moved his hair away and to the other side so he had excess to her skin. Y/N locked eyes with him in the mirror and felt goosebumps rising on her skin at how intensely he was looking at her.
She loved him. And yes she wanted to do this but she was still a bit nervous about it.
He’s never seen her naked before so it wasn’t only the first time they would have sex but also the first time he would see all of her.
But she trusted him and she knew that it would be okay.
“Okay.” she whispered so lowly she thought he didn’t hear her but he heard her louder than ever.
His arms pulled her even tighter to him and his lips kept on pressing soft kisses to the skin of her neck. She closed her eyes and relaxed her body against his.
“I love you.” he whispered against her neck and Y/N felt her stomach fluttering at his words.
She turned around in his arms and looked up into his green eyes, the ones she fell so deeply in love with. Somebody once said that you should always fall in love with the eyes of somebody because they will never ever change.
She pressed her lips against his and both of their eyes fluttered shut at the contact. Her hands moved up his chest, to his face where she cupped his cheeks and buried her fingers into his short hair. His hands were around her waist, pressing her to his chest. Their kisses changed from sweet to passionate and needy.
They needed that.
They needed each other. Closer and more.
One of Y/N’s hands wandered to the hem of his shirt and underneath the fabric so she could feel his skin against her palm.
Something she was very excited about was to finally see all of his tattoos. She knew every tattoo but she never saw them all at once and she never saw his fern leave tattoo completely.
Harry pulled back from her and she almost wanted to protest but then she realized that he took off his shirt and the whine died in her throat.
He pulled her towards him again with his hands on her hips and they both closed the distance between them again.
Harry’s hands were underneath her top now, sprawled out on her back. This time it was her who pulled away from their kiss to take off her shirt.
She heard Harry’s quite gasp when her shirt fell to the floor and she almost regretted it. Her head was facing the floor and her cheeks were turning red.
But Harry didn’t mean it the way he knew exactly she understood it. He lifted one of his hands to her face and held her cheek in his. He raised her head up again so she was forced to look at him again.
“You’re so damn beautiful.”
He watched as she bit down on her lower lip and he almost wanted to moan. She didn’t know what she was doing to him. He wanted to bite her lip himself.
He kissed her again then and the moment when their bare chests met felt too good to be true.
His hand wandered to her back and to the clasp of her bra. He didn’t want to open it though, he did not want to force her to do anything she did not want to. Yes, he wanted to see all of her and be as close to her as humanly possible without any barriers between their bodies but he wanted to make sure she was comfortable with every step they took.
He was more than surprised when she reached back and opened her bra herself. He watched as the straps fell down her shoulders and then as the whole bra fell to the floor.
He swallowed as he looked up at her then. He did not want to be an idiot and look at her boobs but he was a boy after all. He took a quick glance and then looked up into her face again. Her cheeks were still a slight shade of pink but he saw that something changed in her eyes. They had that sparkle now, that curious and confident sparkle.
Her hands pulled his face down to hers again and their lips met in another passionate kiss. He felt her boobs against his chest and her nipples brushing against his chest and a low moan left his mouth when he felt her lower half pressing against his.
She reached down between them and opened the button of his tight black jeans. He took them off then because they both knew they were too tight for Y/N to take them off.
While he rid himself of his jeans she did the same and pulled her blue ones down her legs and stepped out of them.
They looked at each other for a moment and they both never felt so much love before. It was breathtaking and the emotions in the air were almost overwhelming.
They laid down on the bed then, still kissing and touching each other bodies. Harry was on top, hovering over her and kissing her lips. His lips wandered down towards her jaw then and down her neck. A quiet moan left her lips when he kissed one certain spot on her neck and suckled on the skin. His kissed wandered down to her chest over her boobs where he suckled softly on her nips, just so much that they would get hard and she would release a little moan. Then he kissed down her stomach, careful not to tickle her skin with his mouth.
When he reached the hem of her panties he pressed open-mouth kissed along the line and onto the skin of her hips. He knew she was a bit insecure about her tummy because she thought it was a bit too much but he loved how soft it was and now that he knew how amazing it was to love on her tummy he never wanted her to be too insecure to wear something too tight or too short ever again.
He looked up at her when he wanted to take the last piece of clothing from her body. She was already looking down at him and he saw that she was nervous. Her lip was wobbling and her eyebrows were the tiniest bit furrowed.
“We can turn the lights off if you want.” he whispered.
But she did not want that. She wanted to see him. Wanted to see his body and his face when he would feel the bliss. She wanted to see his loving eyes looking down at her.
“No. I want to do it with the lights on.”
Harry nodded and pulled her panties down her legs with his thumbs. He kept his eyes on hers the whole time. He wanted her to relax. She was his everything and he wanted to show her that. He wanted to make her feel that.
When he was sure she was relaxed enough he looked at her most private part. And it was okay now because she knew that he wouldn’t judge her. She knew that from the beginning but now she knew it for sure.
He looked up at her again and now he knew as well that she was okay. They haven’t started yet but he knew she wasn’t nervous anymore and neither was he. They were okay and they were in this together.
He moved up so he could kiss her again and he felt her back arching and her chest pressing against his. One of his hands was reaching behind her, onto her back so he could press her to him. They needed each other closer and tighter and just more.
Her hands were reaching into the sides of his boxers, just feeling the skin of his hips there for a moment before she pulled them down to his knees and he kicked them off the bed.
When she looked down to see him a quiet gasp left her lips at how big he was. He thought she would react like that, not that he was cocky or something like that but he knew that he was quite big.
He kissed along her jaw and to her ear where he stopped for a moment. His lips were hovering over the shell of his ear and his nose was nuzzled into her hair.
“You’re sure about this, yeah?”
He felt her head nod and a breath he didn’t even know he was holding left his lips.
“Of course I’m sure.”
She wasn’t a virgin and Harry knew that but it was still somewhat a first time. The first time they would both do it with someone they really loved. The first time with each other.
He pressed a few more gentle kisses against her lips and cheek and jaw before he looked down at himself. One of his hands was reaching down between them. His pointer finger was running down between her lips and to her entrance where he felt how wet she already was. A low moan left her lips when she felt him touching her.
His finger dipped into her softly and as he saw how she responded to that touch his eyes rolled almost into the back of his head. Her back was arched and her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted and released a small gasp.
His finger moved up again to her clit where he just pressed down and then started to gently rub the little bundle. This time another moan left her and he felt his cock twitching at the sound.
She opened her eyes again to look at him and when she saw his green eyes already looking into hers she swallowed hard.
“Please, Harry.”
He smiled softly at her and nodded. He removed his fingers from her and took his shaft into his own hand. He guided his tip to her entrance but before he pushed into her he looked up again. She felt him hesitating and lifted her hands to cup both of his cheeks before she nodded softly.
He pushed inside of her again and they both moaned out at the feeling. Y/N spread her legs even wider so he had enough space to move inside of her. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in such a loved filled kiss Y/N gasped against his mouth. Harry’s tongue licked in between her lips when he felt her part them.
One of her hands moved from his cheek down his back and to his hip where she grabbed the flesh of his love handles.
“Move.” she whispered against his lips.
She heard him taking a deep breath and then felt him leaning up and balancing his body on his hands beside her head. He gave her a slow thrust and heard her moan out at the feeling.
“So good, baby.” he whispered and pecked her lips.
He then started to really move inside of her and Y/N’s eyes rolled into the back of her head at how good he was feeling inside of her. The air in the bedroom was filling with moans and the sound of their skin meeting.
Harry couldn’t believe how perfect she felt. How perfect they connected and how perfect her skin felt against his.
He leaned down again and took her hand from his shoulder to intertwine their hands beside her head. His other hand was moving down the side of her body and to her thigh where he spread her legs even further and took a hold of it.
Her eyes opened again to look at him and she felt so overwhelmed in that moment. Never did she feel this good and this loved before.
Never did anyone else make love to her before.
“Faster.“ she moaned out.
She needed him closer. She wanted to feel him, all of him against her body. As close as possible.
Harry started to really move then and began to quicken his thrusts inside of her. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the pleasure that was cursing through her body. Harry buried his head into the spot where her shoulder met her neck and Y/N head was nuzzled into his neck. Harry’s moans were muffled against her neck but she heard them loud and clear. A shudder ran down Harry’s spine when he felt her moaning out again and again.
This moment was so perfect it was indescribable.
When he felt her clenching around him and heard her moans getting louder he let go of her leg and reached between the two of them to rubbed her bundle of nerves.
“C'mon, baby.”
He wanted to see her. See her when she was in so much bliss she wasn’t able to think. Wanted to see her body when it would reach its high.
“Harry…” she moaned out.
"I’m here, baby. With me, yeah? Together.”
He quickened his trusts even more and rubbed her clit harder and faster.
It took three more thrusts for the both of them to come undone. Y/N’s back was arched and her chest was tightly pressed against his. Both of them moaned out loud in the air of the bedroom. She felt him releasing inside of her and he felt her clenching even harder around him.
He stayed inside of her, softly rubbing her nerves until he was completely sure she finished and then he pulled out. He laid down inside of her and took hold of one of her hands.
They were both still breathing harshly and their hearts were still racing. When their bodies finally calmed down Harry propped himself up on his elbows to look at her. The hand that wasn’t holding hers reached over and strokes a strand of hair away from her face.
“You okay?”
Y/N heard the nervousness in his voice and the shakiness that made him sound so unsure.
“I’ve never been better.” she smiled at him.
“Was it okay?”
“It was perfect, my love.”
Harry released a shaky breath and leaned down to press a soft kiss against her lips.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” she asked and stroked his cheek with her thumb.
“For letting me see you. With the lights on.”
She smiled at him widely and pulled him down to her so he was practically lying on top of her but that was okay.
It was okay now, everything was. They both didn’t know why they hadn’t done it earlier but they were also happy that they’ve done it now and like this.
She imagined Harry would be good in bed but she didn’t even come close to how amazing he really was.
Never before did she feel so close to him and so connected.


They held each other the whole night until the sun came up again and the night was gone. They’ve never been happier to wake up then, so close and so in love.

7 Minutes in Heaven

Originally posted by moon-leviosa

Fandom: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy x Reader


Warnings: smuuuuut, drunkness


Word count: 1,838


Series: 7 Minutes in Heaven



You sat in the Sytherin common room, it was another infamous, secret Slytherin party you’d been invited to and seen as you hadn’t made an appearance to the million other Slytherin parties, you thought you’d participate. You sat with a green plastic cup in your hand, which contained coke and vodka in. You were not a big party goer, and you certainly were not a big drinker, but you were in the middle of your teen years so you may as well live your life.
The party was midway through when someone entered the room and a different atmosphere was added to the party. It was Draco, Draco Malfoy. Everyone in Slytherin tried to impress him seen as he was the most popular student in Slytherin. Everyone was on the dance floor dancing, including you, with their drinks in their hands. When Draco entered everyone’s dancing began to stop and they were making room for the Prince of Slytherin.
You were dancing, spilling your drink everywhere and having loads of fun.
“Y/N…” you heard your friend try and shout over the music but you were having too much fun dancing. All of a sudden, you crashed into a dark figure, spilling your drink all over your Y/F/C dress. You were annoyed that you had spilt alcohol on a perfectly new dress.
“Watch it” you exclaimed, slurring your words slightly. You looked up to see who it was you’d crashed into and saw light blue eyes and white blonde hair. You had only crashed into Draco Malfoy. You became a little flustered; you didn’t like Draco because he was cocky so you tried to avoid interactions with him at all costs. This was the first time you’d really peered into his pale blue pools. He had pretty eyes, you couldn’t deny that.
“Sorry, but you danced into me,” he began; he didn’t continue to speak as he was looking down at you. You could imagine the cocky respond he would’ve had, if he hadn’t stopped. You don’t know why he stopped but to save your crippling embarrassment, you didn’t question.
“Uh, sorry…” you hiccupped and quickly moved away from the dance floor and away from Malfoy. Your friend followed you.
Later, the party started to slow down when one of the boys shouted ‘7 minutes in heaven’,  everyone in Slytherin stirred and agreed because there was at least one person everyone fancied in the room. You, on the other hand, didn’t like anyone in the room but hey it could be a laugh and everyone had already made the decision. Everyone at the party other than couples sat down in a circle on the dance floor. You were sat directly opposite Draco and you couldn’t bear to make eye contact with him. He was sat next to Pansy Parkinson, who kept trying to sit on him and flirt with him. You and Pansy did not get along. You didn’t like the type of person she was and that was the end of that.
“Okay, here are the rules, everyone stick their wands in this bag, then you pick a wand out and whoever’s wand it is you have to go into the closet with for 14 minutes, yes we’re changing it up to 14 minutes.” One of the boys stated. Everyone put their wands in and the bag got passed round the circle. It got to you and you put your hand in the bag, your body was slightly rocking because you were still drunk, you pulled out a straight, slightly thick wand and were confused. You didn’t know whose wand this was. You held it up to see the person that was to claim and the person directly opposite you stood up and walked towards you, smirking. You looked at the white haired, blue eyed boy.
“Fuck!” you whispered under your breathe. He held is hand out but you just lay his wand in his straight palm and stood up by yourself.
“Into the closet” someone chanted, you sighed loudly as a response.
“What?! Why does she get Draco?” you heard Pansy try not scream. You felt like turning around and giving her the finger because as much as you didn’t like Malfoy, you didn’t like Pansy more and you would do anything to rub it in her face.
You and Draco put your hands out to open the closet and his hand slightly brushed on yours. You jumped moving your hand and arm completely out the way. Draco turned the handle to the closet.
“After you,” he said, quietly. He, also, didn’t sound happy about being paired with you for 7 minutes in heaven but as if it was any better for you. You stepped in and after you did, he stepped in. You shivered as the door closed, you escape route was now blocked by the door. You heard Draco breathing kind of heavily. You looked up and tried to make out his figure in the dark. You went to walk towards him, curious on why he was breathing so heavily, when you tripped over something. You fell but you felt strong arms catch you. Draco picked you up.
“Are you always this clumsy?” he mused, and you didn’t reply because you filled with embarrassment, yet again. His face was very close to yours, you could feel his heavy breathes hitting your cheeks. You jumped out of his arms and went to the opposite side of the closet and leaned yourself against the wall, silently. “I’m not that bad, am I?”
“Yeah, actually” you began, you don’t know where you stirred up this sudden courage but here it was. You began to rant to Draco Malfoy about Draco Malfoy. “You’re cocky, you are a constant interruption in class, you are consistently rude to the other houses, you’re good looking and you know it, and how many times have you caused Slytherin to get points deducted…” you stopped with the sudden realisation you called Draco hot. You heard him laugh.
“I’m good looking, ay?” he smiled, he stepped close to you and you became flustered.
“W-well, sorta…” you whispered and he was only a couple of inches away from you. He put his finger under your chin and lifted your face up. He placed his soft, plump lips on yours and kissed you passionately. You were confused but enjoying the kiss too much. It felt like this was the kiss you’d been waiting for your entire life. You deepened the kiss and put your arms round Draco’s neck.
He lifted your body up, leaning you up the wall and you rested your legs round his waist, causing your dress to completely go up. He pressed his hands gently into your thighs, keeping you up. Your chests were touching as you passionately made out with Draco. You broke the kiss and started kissing down Draco’s neck, pulling the skin between your teeth causing purple love marks to form around his neck. His breathing became distorted and heavier. He was gently and quietly moaning as you nibbled his neck and jaw line. You started to unbutton his shirt. He felt your fingers fiddle with the buttons on his clean white shirt so, of course, he got to work on the zip on your dress. The top of your dress fell down almost like some part of Draco’s plan and you sucked hard on his neck, almost in shock at how your chest was now unrevealed. You jumped down from Draco, stepping out of your dress and taking his shirt off.
“You have a gorgeous body” he purred in your ear and you felt your heart beat loudly. You bent down and begin to unfasten his trousers as they were intruding yours and Malfoy’s fun. You pulled his trousers down and he stepped out of them and you stroked down his chest, down to his V lines. You fiddled slightly with his boxers, already viewing his large bulge. He grabbed your hand before you had chance to pull on his very tight boxers.
“Do you want this?” he said, sounding not very confident. “I’m not going to be a regret or a onetime thing, am I, Y/N?” he whispered, he sounded very self conscious and tucked your hair behind your ears. You looked up at him from his boxers. You realised while you’d been in here how much you had a crush on Draco thus avoiding him on a regular basis and getting annoyed when he was cocky to other females.
“I want you, Draco” you whispered, you felt his body relax and loosened your hands. You pulled his boxers down. You began to kiss the end of his manhood. He breathed heavily. You licked down his shaft and you could feel his body tensing up at your tongues movements. He knew you were teasing him and enjoyed it but you could tell he wanted you to start so you wrapped your lips round his manhood and began sucking slowly. He moaned, slightly loud. You gained a rhythm sucking Draco up and down his shaft. He moaned loudly, clutching your hair in his fists but not hurting you. You stopped and looked at him.
“I want you, Draco!” you repeated and he pushed you against the wall. He pushed your panties off; they were already wet from the close contact you and Draco had already shared. He lined himself up against your entrance; he put his tip in slightly. You knew he was teasing you like what you’d previously done to him. He held your waist and picked you up for easier access. He pushed into you gently and waited for you to get used to him before thrusting into you slowly. He picked up a rhythm after a few seconds, pushing into you slowly and deeply. You moaned loud but covered your mouth scared of people outside hearing. Draco didn’t care though and moved your hands away from your mouth still thrusting into you. You moaned loudly, shouting a few profanities. You put your hands round his back and slightly dug your nails into his back. He was hitting your g-spot at this point and he knew it. You were both sweaty and both moaning, fairly loud. You were certain everyone could hear you, but now you didn’t care, it felt like you and Draco were the only people in the world as you were sharing this magical moment.
He pushed into you a few more times before you both hit your orgasms. You both let out. He helped you through your high and then you got of him. You were both very sweaty and panting when the door opened and Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and your best friend stood at the door in a state of shock. You and Draco both covered yourselves but laughed at the shock on their faces. He kissed you on your forehead and you held his hand and the pair of you both strutted out of the closet, fully clothed but both messily dressed.


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Jay Park Reaction to: You Having a High Sex Drive

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Jay Park:

“I don’t disappoint, girl, you know this, yeah, yeah ~”

ok so to know who jay park is, is to know that he’s very raunchy & not shy at all when it comes to sex. so the fact that you’ve got a high sex drive & are such a horny lil shit is basically him finding his soul mate. you two connect on a level that maybe someone asexual or with a low sex drive won’t

Originally posted by vonnels

Getting it on (Jonathan Byers x reader)

Summary: Just some fluffy Jonathan sex headcanons

Warnings: Smut

AN:I was requested to do this, but I have no clue who requested this. This is my first time writing smut, so feel free to leave feedback!

Jonathan Byers was very serious during sex, despite his usual awkward nature, in bed theres no awkward moments. He always had a stern expression, not that he was mad, but he hated to be vurnable, espacially under your touch. Sex was never anything too wild, just slow and sensual. The noises he released were enough to know that he was enjoying this. He never talked during sex maybe a fuck, or shit here or there, but his dirty talking wasn’t the best.

Soft grunts and whines and when he was close, a serious of yes’ came out in a mantra. He often gripped your hips, pulling you in closer for his release. After you two where done, he’d roll over off of you, and watch you until you fall asleep. He loved kissing your neck while cuddling. He’d finish off the night by falling sleep with you in his embrace.

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Do you hate me now? ~Smutty September~

Prompt:  Can you write a Klaus smut where he and the reader are arguing and it gets so bad that she says she hates him? So he proves to her that she could never have him. Thank you!

Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

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Omega Part 6

A/N: The final part! It’s really nothing but smut, but it’s where I’m leaving it, because honestly, I don’t know where I’d take it from here. But I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope you continue to read the trash I decide to post here. Cause that’s what it is. Trash. 

Warnings: a/b/o, smut, slash, Stucky, slight lactation kink, slight non-con, heat, fluff. Cause fluff needs a warning.

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Originally posted by sheisraging

Lauren nearly cried when the door opened. A desperate little whine left her lips as she reached past Bucky towards Steve. She was still naked and sweaty, slick and Bucky’s cum dripping out of her onto the sheets. Bucky was laying next to her, spent and still slightly out of breath. Steve closed the door firmly, a soft growl leaving his lips at the smell of heat and sex permeated his nose.

He moved around the bed slowly, both beta and omega watching him. He was still in half his uniform, but that didn’t stop him as he ran his fingers up Lauren’s bare leg as he moved towards her head. She watched him, shivering slightly as he stared down at her, his gaze heated. He knelt down beside the bed, leaning forward to nuzzle her neck, marking her with his scent. She whimpered quietly, tangling her hand in his hair, holding him there. He let her, staying near his omega for a moment, before he pulled away, looking up at Bucky.

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