“Hey, do you um…need a ride?” Connor looked up at the nervous, messy haired boy with a cast on his arm. He took a long sip of his cherry slushee and realized he’d reached the bottom of the cup. He slurped up the last of the artificial syrup and sighed.
“You’re Evan Hansen aren’t you?” He said, evading the question. He’d seen him gawking at his sister during jazz band concerts.
“And you’re Connor Murphy,” he replied. “It’s late.”
Connor was sitting on the curb, shivering in his thin hoodie. In hindsight he probably should have gotten a hot chocolate but he liked the way the cherry stained his mouth.
“Thanks Captain Obvious,” he sneered.
Evan seemed to shrink from him. “So you don’t need a ride or…?”
“Can we just go for a drive Hansen? I’m still kinda high and my parents are pissed off enough as it is.”
Look. It’s not even a big deal, you’re the one that’s turning this into a whole thing. You’ve never done anything like this before, but that’s okay! There’s a first time for everything, even though the situation right now is a make it or break it kind of deal. But it’s okay! Don’t even worry about it, yo. You’re just going to tell one of your closest friends that you maybe kind of sort of think that you two should be more than friends! You’re confident. As long as you keep telling yourself that you’re confident, that’ll reflect in your words and Harry will instantaneously fall in love with you. Maybe. It’s not a guarantee. It’s worth a shot, though! Better than keeping everything bottled up inside. Plus, maybe this time it’ll be different! Usually, with your other guy friends, you can 100% tell if they only see you as one of the bros. Harry hasn’t sent any bro signals yet so you’re pretty much in the clear! Think about it, Y/N. It’s only a minute of confrontation and then you’re over and done with it. And you think he likes you back, so that helps as well!
“Okay, I can do this.” You breathed out, blinking at yourself in the bathroom mirror before rubbing your clammy palms on your shirt. “It’s just Harry.” Were you really about to do this? This was a move that definitely wasn’t you. This was a move that a drunk off her ass Y/N would pull. No, no. You were psyching yourself out too much. “Yeah, it’s just Harry!” You decided that the best thing to do right now would be to block all the negative thoughts and hope for the best.
“Hey, there you are! I was starting to wonder what you were doing upstairs for so long.” Harry hummed, smiling at you and watching as you plopped yourself down in the sofa chair across from him.
“Ah, I got distracted by a game on my phone. You know how it is.” You waved it off, the little voice in the back of your head rehearsing what you were going to say to Harry. “I wanted to talk to you-”
“I jus’ wanted t’ tell yeh-” The both of you paused upon the realization that the two of you had something to share with each other, your cheeks already growing bright pink at the slightly awkward situation. “How about you go first?” Did you wanna go first? Maybe you could let Harry go first, and while he spoke to you, you could rethink your decision to tell him the truth. Yeah, that sounded good.
“No, no! I insist that you go first. If I go first I’ll end up blabbing for twenty minutes.” You snorted, getting comfortable on the chair and hugging a pillow to your chest.
“Okay, cool. I promise I’ll be quick.” Harry grinned, sitting up a little straighter before leaning forward. “I want you t’ meet a new friend of mine.” Oh, that was it? Phew.
“Alright, I’m down with that. Who is it?” I really like you and I’ve liked you for a long time, so I just thought that you needed to know that.
“Oh, she’s great. You’ll love her. I mean, I kinda love her already and I’ve only met her like, twice! She has her own cookbook and everything, and she’s a great baker… Just like me! The other night at my concert we were talking backstage and she has the same taste in clothes as me! Y’know those silky lilac pants you were teasing me about? She liked them! And she was wearin’ this really cool denim jacket with a tiger embroidered on the back… I let her borrow one of my shirts and I’m usin’ tha’ as an excuse t’ see her again.” Harry paused, checking his phone when it buzzed in his hand.
No, that’s too straight forward. How about something like ‘How about we go grab some dinner sometime? I can take you to that fancy Italian place that opened up downtown last month.’ “Oh, wow. She sounds really cool.”
“She is really cool! And because you’re my ultimate best friend, I really want you to meet her before things get too serious.”
Or maybe he wants to stay at home? I can cook something for him. Well, I’ll try my best- Wait, what?
You snapped yourself out of your little thought bubble before blinking owlishly at Harry. What did he say? You heard something but you were really hoping he didn’t say what you thought he had said. “S-Sorry? Can you, uh, say that again?” You smiled sheepishly, Harry furrowing his brows before huffing playfully.
“I thought you were listening t’ me this whole time. I was saying that I want you t’ meet Tess next week and approve of her so that I can maybe take it to the next level with her! Because you’re my best friend and all, and your opinion really matters to me. Anyways, she’s hilarious and she jus’ texted me this recipe on…”
At that point, you had tuned out. The smile slowly dropped from your face when it finally hit you that all of this was just in your head. Your chest tightened and you could feel your heart beginning to drum inside you. You could hear the blood roaring in your ears, rushing up to the back of your neck and your cheeks in humiliation. What were you thinking? Of course you were just a friend to Harry. All those late-night phone calls, all those hours you spent traveling with him while he was filming for Dunkirk and while he was writing his album, all those times you’d wake up early just to make breakfast for him even though he never asked for it, all those times just helped you to… Further establish your position in the friend-zone. (You hated that term, but there was no other way to describe it.) Harry was friendly with everyone and you were the one who took it in the wrong way!
“So, what do yeh think, buddy?”
“Um, yeah. I’d love to meet… Tess.” You trailed off, feeling as though Harry had just shot a bullet straight through your heart.
“Cool! I’ll text her. By the way, what did you wanna tell me?”
“I… I forgot.” You felt completely numb on the inside.
Finally, the fic I promised that anon ages ago is finished (it’s not even that long, I’m sorry, school just got in the way).
They requested: “You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.” I hope they weren’t expecting this to go a sexual route because I took this in an entirely different, but still cute (hopefully) direction.
Request: Hiii! I’ve read your imagines and drabbles, and they are so good! I have one request though! Could do one with Peter x female!reader, where some ‘evil villain’ suddenly attacks the avengers tower? Kinda similar to the scene where ultron and the other robots attack the avengers in the tower. Also, could you do the scene similar to where Bruce falls on top of Natasha but with Peter and the reader? Idk, I just thought it was hilarious and cute of how flustered he got..😂 sorry this is long!
A/N: Reader has got the power of teleporting! This is a bit rushed since I am supposed to leave in 5 minutes for my birthday party, so I haven’t edited it 😅 I hope it is nice anyway!!! xx
It had been a relaxing day at the Tower, just chilling out and watching movies. You were wrapped up in a blanket, your head resting on Peter’s shoulder, eyes almost closed. You had been trying to get Peter to notice your liking towards him for the longest time, but he was so oblivious. As you were about to close your eyes completely, you heard the glass walls break. Opening your eyes to see clearly, you saw a group of around thirty men, armed with guns, pointing at each of the Avengers. You didn’t know how, but in a few seconds, they were no longer pointing at you, and there was a huge fight going on between your friends and the men. You felt Peter leave -probably to put on his suit, and you teleported to do the same, since being a teenager you didn’t want people to recognize you. All dressed up and back in the living room, you started to fight. Using your powers and the fighting skills Natasha had taught you, you made your way through the men, getting a few scratches, but mostly winning. Everyone seemed to be doing well, but you didn’t see Peter. Starting to get worried of the thought of something happening to him, you teleported to his room, not finding him there. Teleporting back to the living room, you were almost shot by one of the men, and when trying to move, you fell to the ground. Teleporting behind the man, you hit him on the head, making him pass out. You then hid between the couch and the wall, trying to get your gun ready, which for some reason was blocked. You could hear your friends fighting, some of them already tired, and just as you were about to get up and help, you felt somebody collapsing on you. ‘Shit, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, you know… I’m sorry’ Peter said. He was right on top of you, one of his hands on the ground and the other extremely close to your boob. Looking down at his hand, he looked too, and removed it really quickly, rambling more. ‘Oh my God, I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpo-‘ he was cut off by Tony, shouting and moving things around. ‘Okay, guys! Fight is over! Has anybody seen Parker and [Y/L/N]?’ Tony asked. As you heard his steps approaching you, you teleported with Peter back to your room, pushing him off you just as you got there. He took off his mask, his cheeks still red, and he took a glance around him. ‘I had never been in your room’ he said. That was true -you had been in his multiple times watching movies, but you liked to keep your room as something private. ‘Well, if we had stayed there and Tony had caught us in that position, he would probably joke non-stop for months, and this was the first place I could think of before teleporting’ you said with a shrug, trying not to blush at the thought of how close you had been to Peter moments ago. ‘About that, I’m sorry -I was pushed and didn’t see you and you know, I-I didn’t mean to touch you in an inappropriate way -not that you are ugly, cause you are not! You are extremely beautiful! I mean-shit, I’m rambling, I kind-‘ he was rambling so much by this point, and even if you found it funny and adorable, you wanted him to shut up. ‘Cut it, Parker’ you said, and approaching him you took his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his. You could tell he was startled at first, and just as you were about to pull apart, he pressed you closer to him, and softly unlaced your mask, careful not to pull your hair. Pulling apart to remove it, he threw it to the bed and pulled you close to him once again. Just as you two were about to lie on the bed, your door flung open, and pulling apart extremely quickly, trying to act as if nothing happened, you both looked at who it was. ‘So here they were, our lovebirds finally actually acting like lovebirds’ Tony said, a smirk on his face, the rest of the Avengers behind him, giving you guys a thumbs up. You wanted to be ashamed, but hey, you had gotten to kiss your crush, and you didn’t really care about the rest. Looking back at Peter, you saw him smiling at you, and using your powers to quickly close the door and be back in his arms, you smiled back at him. ‘I had been wanting to do that for so long, ya’ know’ he whispered before pulling you close again, kissing you and pressing your body to his.
was always seen as the good boy, but you quickly realize that that is not quite
piece contains sexually explicit details. Read with discretion.
intoxicated person cannot give sexual consent. I have chosen to include a party
scene that includes drinking but the characters portrayed are NOT drunk. I do not condone behavior
that includes a person under the influence giving ‘consent.’ Also: always use
is literally 100% unedited because I’m posting this while I still have wifi at
this café. I’M SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS IN GRAMMAR AND OR SPELLING.
Kim Taehyung was always seen as the good boy. You saw
him that way, and frankly, so did everyone else. He had straight A’s, a kind
demeanor, and a smile that could brighten anyone’s day. To everyone on the
outside looking in, it was a mystery how he had ended up with the six other
delinquents that he was always surrounded by.
However, things had drastically turned around in the
span of one night, and as Kim Taehyung himself plowed into you from behind,
whispering dirty little things into your ear, everything seemed to make more
sense and things clicked into place.
Kim Taehyung was not the good boy that everyone had
I officially ask for Gladio trying pole dance for the very first time in 100 words please ! ^w^
Ho boy, this was fun. Thank you!!!
“I’m strong,” he bragged, holding up his biceps, flexing
You twitched your eyebrows at the pole.
arrogant about it, he strode with confidence to the pole and reached as high as
he could above his head. His body spun around the pole before he’d had a chance
to work out how to control his movements; he was spiralling and slipping down,
dragged down by his own massive weight.
When he hit the bottom in a bit of a mess, you bit your lip
to keep from giggling. “So, it might be a bit harder than I thought…”
I need to get something off my mind. For so long I've been seeing cornerstone as cornerstore. I have thought it was cornerstore the WHOLE fucking time 🙃 fuck my life. Why am I such a loser & don't know how to read properly.
This is so hilarious!! And I just couldn’t help it. Sorry.
Characters: Kim Jinwoo X Reader X Some random guy.
Summary: You’re on a date with a very busy Kim Jinwoo, but can’t stop checking phone.
A/N: Feedback always appreciated and let me know if you like this! Also, if you followed this blog before I started writing, do you think I should keep making wallpapers and other stuff too? Also, do I need to put a word count in for these?
okay okay i just wanna say that green is the number one source of the conspiracy theories of where red is
like he just hears someone talk about it and he just interrupt them oh yeah champion red he became a pikachu and ran away to johto
in a press conference: yeah i was pretty shocked when zapdos came from the sky and took red
he probably goes on forums answering threads saying that red probably got taken away by ho-oh, a particular good time was when he got an entire forum to argue if it had been lugia or ho-oh the one that took red, the arguing ended when green proclaimed again it had been zapdos
it becomes even more hilarious when leaf joins him like one of them says some shit like a yes i still remember how red became a magikarp and the other is just like yes i remeber he just jumped into the water and his clothes floated to the surface we just thought it was a red thing
I'm sorry I keep asking stuff of you! But Manly Eren getting angry at someone specific and cussing them out in fluent German, terrifying them? And Levi is just sitting back questioning his sexuality.
Originally I was just gonna choose Jean but it was just to cliche, have some random prick instead!
Eren had grown tired of the snickers and scoffs he heard whenever he walked by, the cocky cadets and even higher ups thought it was so hilarious to point out the fact he was a titan and mockingly wonder how he was humanity`s hope.
But finally he snapped.
Perhaps most would say it was the wrong person, he wasn`t some rookie cadet like himself, the guy who`d bad mouthed him was a seasoned soldier and a lot larger than he. In fact before he had the nerve to bash Eren, he`d been bragging on and on about how strong and experienced he was. Too bad Eren`s anger didn`t have a filter.
“Ich habe Leute wie dich verdammt nochmal satt! Denkst du, dass du besser als ich bist? Ist es das, was du denkst, du Stück Scheiße? Denn es klingt verdammt danach!”
Eren growled, turns out the guy wasn`t so tough when he was be screamed at.
Eren had no idea he wasn`t making sense to the arrogant soldier, blinded by his rage he could have been speaking any language, not just his German tongue. The man shriveled under Eren`s harsh gaze as the boy hunch over him, seemingly ten times larger when he was angry.
Levi watched from the superior`s table across the room.
“Should we stop him?” Petra asked warily, Levi shook his head.
“Let him vent.” He said, in all actuality he just wanted to hear him snarl in that delicious language that was his mother tongue, an angry Eren made for quite an attractive Eren, it only got him more hot and bothered when the shifter grabbed the much bigger man by the throat and held him above his head effortlessly.
(German: “I am fucking done with people like you! You think you`re better than me? Is that what you think you piece of shit? Because it sure as hell sounds like it!” Thanks to the German MVP that is ghiralink-addiction for correcting my crappy translations uvu\)
& I’m absolutely blown away. It was supposed to just be a silly side story I started to relieve some stress, so I never expected this. Thank you guys so much for reading it! <3
Here comes a bunch of general fanfic responses:
xD I’m so glad you thought the chapter was hilarious. I’ll admit when I wrote the fish part with Paps, I ended up giggling to myself.
I’m so sorry that you’ve had such a bad week! D; But I am really happy that the update could make you feel better. <3
You’re so sweet. <3 And I had a feeling you’d be hype for the Blueberry waterslide scene. xD Pffft the MTT Resort has to double-book stuff because how else is a sweet bed-sharing trope going to happen?!
ALSO, did anyone notice Stretch pretty much wasting his “i won so i get a free, undisturbed moment with the lady” on telling her that Blueberry felt left out?
Nope, not in SSLL. While I have nothing against fontcest (anyone read Sticks and Stones? It’s amazing.), the skeles are falling in love with the Lady in this fic.
Jelly skellies are my jam, for sure. I’ve gotta bring in the bed-sharing tropes because dammit, we’re going to cuddle with all of them eventually, platonically or otherwise!
You and me both. <3 Mmmm
Holy crap, I freak out whenever I see a jellyfish. Last summer, there were tons all over the beach, and I… didn’t spend much time in the water. Did you have to pour anything on it? I forgot what you’re supposed to do in that situation.
Also, how did your date go?
And I lived so much life, lived so much life, I think that god is gonna have to kill me twice.
I forgot what I was losing my mind about I only wrote this down to make you press rewind And send a message I was young and a menace
I’m 100% behind this; it’s perfect!
Don’t worry; the Reader’s definitely going to answer for her actions, and that means seeing at least one of those two again. There’s going to be an answer or two next chapter~.
I’m really glad you enjoyed it! I’d probably pass out from a heat stroke. I honestly thought about having the Reader pass out beneath him in the end, but then I reminded myself that having Grillbz splash water on her face or slap her might ruin the sexiness of the night. xD
Oh uh, wow. You seriously never told Edge about that, Bitter?
Bitter: Fuck NO!!! How the hell was I supposed to tell him about that shit without seemin’ like I’m fuckin’ cracked?? Sometimes even I have fuckin’ problems gettin’ to grips with that shit!
I mean, I thought some’a the shit that happened to me in Fell was bad. Havin’ the back of my cup basically split open? Bein’ dunked in beer batter an’ thrown into the deep fryer? That pain didn’t even come close to what that thing fuckin’ put me through.
So even though seein’ me act like some crazy-ass skater boy from the extra-dimensional parasite attached to my fuckin’ soul was probably fuckin’ hilarious to you - I can fuckin’ ASSURE you, IT AIN’T THAT WAY FOR ME.
Edge: …I’m sorry, Bitter. I didn’t know. I had… I had no fuckin’ idea, I thought it was…
…If I’d thought for even a fuckin’ second that shit really happened to you, I never would’a…
request: NCT Mark highschool au where you’re both popular kids & he finally asks you out on a date to the carnival/amusement park? & he’s just so cute & stupid & embarrassing, & he gets gets scared on roller coasters but he still goes with u anyways ahah can I get a kiss scene too please.
Haven’t drawn anything In forever so I thought I’d finish this scrap I had on my phone. I’ve always loved the idea of the dbz crew + snap chat (thanks @stupidoomdoodles you’re a genius and I miss your presence on this site).
And then there’s @saiyan-royal-family’s hilarious what if scenario of vegeta being reverted to a kid’s body for a week and…
This happened. (Sorry I’m too lazy to do any shading or highlighting.)
Can you write a mikey way imagine where you are gee’s art school friend and you are at his house alone because he went somewhere and things get heated between mikes and you but it’s his first time and u r experienced and you “guide him” (it’s not that she’s a slut or anything she just had relationships before) and it’s really sweet cause you are kind of anti romance? It’s okay if u don’t want to do it I’ll understand
Can you do a Mikey Way with glasses smut where it’s around 2004, and it’s his first time, so he’s very nervous and doesn’t know what to do, so the reader dominates him and is patient with him, etc. Just please make it fluffy/smutty! Thanks!
“I don’t now, it’s either gonna be really good or really bad,” Gerard responded over his shoulder as he fumbled with his house keys. I folded my arms and leaned against the wall next to him.
“So just like any other movie based off a comic book?”
“Pretty much,” he chuckled, smirking in satisfaction as the locked clicked at the presence of the correct key. “I’m still gonna go see it though. Ryan Reynolds looked pretty good in the trailer.”
I followed him into the living room, tossing my book bag on the recliner and kicking off my boots. I shrugged off my jacket, my skin burning at the rush of heat that greeted me when we entered. Gerard mimicked me, shaking out his arms and letting out a shaky breath.
“Jesus it’s cold out there.”
“You’re telling me, I only had a thin jacket because somebody wouldn’t let me go back to my car.”
“Well sorry I wanted to get some lunch before I have to go back to class,” he retorted, bumping me with his hip as he walked past me towards the kitchen. Gerard and I usually went to the nearest Starbucks for lunch during the hour gap between our classes, but the line was outrageous and we figured it would be easier just to reside at his house. Plus, I was eager to see this “awesome” comic book collection he boasted about.
“Want a Coke?” He asked, holding up the can for me to see.
“Sure,” I shrugged, holding my arms out as he tossed one of the icy cold cans in my direction. The cold metal made my finger feel even more numb as I cracked it open, taking a long swig of the dark liquid.
“Take what you want,” Gerard spoke up after taking an equally long drink. “What’s mine is yours. Let’s see, we got some Doritos, some Oreos, ooh Ramen noodles…” he rattled on and on as he rummaged through the cupboards, dropping miscellaneous items down on the counter.
“Wow. A peanut butter sandwhich, Oreos, raw top Ramen, and potato chips, what a healthy lunch,” I chuckled, shaking my head at his tray of food.
“Laugh all you want, but this is a killer lunch.”
“Weren’t you just talking about eating healthier last week?”
“Isn’t a peanut butter sandwich good for you? It’s got protein and shit,” he mumbled as took another bite of the sandwich, groaning in response.
“Are you gonna eat that sandwich or make love to it?” I teased, earning a glare from him. I heard some footsteps behind me, making me turn around to see the figure walking around the corner and into the kitchen. The guy looked around the same age as me, despite his faded Star Wars shirt and sweat pants that gave him a dorky, fifteen year old appearance. He seemed clearly embarrassed by how under dressed he was, keeping his head down and avoiding both mine and Gerard’s gaze.
Gerard either didn’t catch on to how the boy was trying to keep a low profile or didn’t care, setting down his sandwich and swiveling around in his chair. “Hey Mikey! This is my friend Y/N, Y/N this is my kid brother Mikey.”
I knew very little about Gerard’s brother, he talked about him a few times over or coffee breaks or mentioned his involvement in some of Gerard’s grand stories. Other than the fact that they both shared a strong love for comics, Star Wars, and horror movies, I didn’t know much about the other Way brother.
Mikey looked over at me shyly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and muttering a meek hello.
“Hi Mikey, nice to finally meet you,” I smiled, offering him a handshake. “Gerard’s always talking about you.”
“All good things,” I said amused.
“Take a seat Mikes, were having lunch if you want to join us,” Gerard offered, pushing out the chair across the table from him with his foot. Mikey shrugged and sat down, slouching in his chair before reaching across the table to steal a chip from Gerard’s plate.
Gerard led me down to his basement when he finished eating, dragging Mikey along with us. He showed me his comic book collection, which lived up to all the hype, and proudly presented me with his equally big movie collection. Gerard was a hermit who barely left his room when he wasn’t at school, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that he had so many movies and books. What else would he do all day?
They both gasped when I confessed I’ve never seen Jaws, Gerard dropping the DVD in shock. “No way! You’re fucking with me.”
“Wish I was.”
“Really? That’s Mikey’s favorite movie, we gotta watch it!” Gerard exclaimed, quickly setting up his DVD player as I sat down on his computer chair. Gerard flicked the lights off and sat down next to Mikey, smirking as the ominous music filled the room.
We were only twenty minutes into the movie when Gerard suddenly jumped up and cursed loudly. “Shit! I have class in ten minutes!” He yelled, darting towards his closet to grab a pair of shoes. “I’m sorry Y/N, I totally forgot. I can give you a ride back to school,” he offered, since I left my car in the parking lot to go with him.
“Do you mind if I stay and finish the movie?”
“Uh sure, why not? Cool with you Mikey?”
“Yeah, I don’t mind,” Mikey nodded, folding his hands into his lap. Gerard sighed in relief and quickly shuffled out of the room, shouting “I’ll call you tomorrow!” over his shoulder before he ran out of the house. A awkward silence followed the door slam, both of us not sure what to say or do.
I heard Mikey snort with laughter when the signature music started suddenly, the camera focusing in on the shark’s next victim. I giggled and glanced over him, the corners of my mouth flicking up at the goofy smile on his face. He leaned against Gerard’s headboard, toying with the hem of his shirt while watching the screen intently.
Mikey was actually pretty cute. I could see a lot of Gerard in him. They had similar features, same upturned nose, crooked smile, and hazel eyes. Except for the dusty drown hair that skimmed below his forehead, much different than the jet black hair his brother had. I watched him adjust his glasses again, something he fiddled with often. Maybe it was a nervous habit like Gerard’s nail biting.
“Y’know what’s great about this movie? It was suppose to be like a pedal to the metal horror movie but the shark kept breaking down while filming and gave it such a cheesy look,” he said quietly, glancing over at me to test my reaction. I was glad one of us was trying to break the silence.
“I thought that shark looked fake,” I chuckled.
“It still won a bunch of awards though, which is hilarious enough.”
“This chair is so hard,” I groaned, shifting my weight on the wood seat. I stood up and walked to the other side of the bed. “Scoot,” I said, gesturing with my hand for him to roll over.
“Oh uh, sorry,” he mumbled before shifting towards the left. Gerard’s bed wasn’t very big, giving us only a few spare inches with both of us on it. Even though Mikey had scooted over to nearly the edge, our bodies only ha d a small gap between us. After the initial uncomfortable silence, both of us relaxed and we began to get more into the movie. He told me all of his movie trivia and pointed out any continuity errors and slips as the movie played. Usually, the movie critique is never fun to hangout with, but Mikey’s little rants about how there is no way in hell you could kill a shark by firing a bullet into the scuba tank were actually quite adorable.
I’m not when or how, but I eventually found myself leaning onto his chest, an arm slumped over his torso. Mikey didn’t seem bothered by it, simply glancing down at me before continuing his speech. He let out another snort of laughter when the shark practically flew onto the deck, latching onto a guy’s leg. His laugh was contagious and I found myself laughing along with him.
“You’re adorable,” I giggled, craning my neck up and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. Mikey stiffened, clearing his throat after a few minutes and focusing on the movie. I frowned, feeling a mix of regret and shame. Way too forward. But before I could put together an apology, Mikey spoke up.
“Do you mind if I…kiss you?”
“I’m sorry if that’s too forward or if it’s weird but I just think you’re really pretty and cool and-”
I cut him off with my lips, cradling his cheeks as I kissed him eagerly. His eyes fluttered closed and he pushed back with equal force. The kiss was soft and passionate, our lips gently moving together. I could feel the heavy force behind it though from both of us. We both wanted more.
I could see that being an initiator was not a Way gene, so I took the next step and parted my lips. He didn’t do anything at first, keeping the kiss at the slow pace before hesitantly, pushing his tongue past my lips.
From there, the kiss snowballed.
Our tongues tangled heatedly and fingers yanked on hair, trying to pull one another as close as possible. I pulled away briefly to straddle his waist as the kiss grew more heated. His hands rested on my hips, grunting into my mouth as my fingers toyed with the hair on his nape. He jumped slightly when one of my hands moved to his shirt, trying to pull the fabric over his head.
“W-Wait,” he stuttered, breaking the kiss. I let go of the shirt and gave him a puzzled look. “I’m sorry, i’m sorry I just…I’ve never done uh this before,” he admitted sheepishly.
“No, i’m sorry. Do you want me to stop?”
“No, God no, I just don’t really know what i’m doing…”
“I’ll teach you,” I reassured, combing back his hair with my hand before reconnecting our lips. the kiss heated up again and he didn’t protest this time when I took his shirt off. My hands ran up and down his chest, making a small grunt emit from him. I felt his fingers skim my lower back, pinching the hem of my shirt.
“Can I?” He asked. I nodded, lifting my arms up and helping him pull my shirt off. His fingers fumbled with my bra before I undid the clasp for him, my bra sliding down my arms right after. I tossed it to the side, not noticing where it went. He just stared wide eyed for a moment at my chest, visibly gulping. I giggled, reaching forward and taking off his glasses.
“Now as sexy as these are, they’re gonna get in the way.” He laughed quietly, watching me fold them up and st them aside on the nightstand. His lips quickly attached themselves to my right nipple, interchanging between sucking softly and swirling his tongue around it. He reached up and took my other breast in his hand, palming it as he worked him mouth on the other. My fingers instinctively tangled themselves in his hair, his straight hair becoming unruly from all the teasing from my fingers. A small moan escaped from my lips and I began to doubt this was his first time.
I cupped his cheeks and tilted his head up so he released his mouth from around my nipple and I kissed his plump, pink lips. I lightly pushed his chest and he took the hint and laid back on the mattress. I leaned over him and planted another kiss on his lips before making my way down, kissing his neck, collarbone, and pale chest. When my face was hovering above his belt, I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He was looking at me with a slightly shocked expression. My hand went up and I started to undo his belt. I pulled it off and I undid the button on his pants and as I pulled down his zipper, my fingertips grazed over a very prominent bulge.
Is this okay?” I asked him, not wanting to push him too far. He nodded frantically and I quickly tugged down his jeans along with his boxer-briefs. His erection sprang up and my eyes widened at the sight. He was packing a lot more than his outside appearance gave off. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, stroking up and down a few times before I licked from the base to the tip, then taking him in my mouth, bobbing my head down until his tip hit the back of my throat. I kept my eyes locked on his the entire time I did so. A moan left his mouth as I moved my mouth up and down his shaft, swirling my tongue around his tip every so often. He placed his large hand on the back of my head and lightly pushed me further down.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, his voice fading out into a deep groan. “St-stop,” he manged to choke out. “I’m gonna… I don’t wanna yet,” he said once I pulled off, not making complete sense but I understood what he meant. He placed his hands under my arms and pulled me up so I was face to face with him. He wrapped his arms around my chest, holding me close to him as he began to kiss me once again. He flipped us over so I was laying on the bed and he was hovering over me.
He popped open the buttons on my jeans. I raised my hips to help him pull of my pants and underwear. His face screamed inexperienced and I could tell how nervous he really was. I reached forward and caressed, giving him a comforting smile.
His finger moved up and down my wet folds before sliding into me. I let out a small yelp and he stopped his actions, looking up at me with a panicked expression. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“No no, keep going.” He sighed with relief, slowly pushing his finger back in, keeping slow and steady pace. I moaned loudly when he added another, curing them and brushing past my G-Spot. He continued to kiss me, his tongue swirling in my mouth. His thumb rubbed my clit, making the feeling that was budding in my stomach that much more intense. His lips moved to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin just hard enough that purple and blue marks would surely blossom under my skin. After several minutes of him working wonders with his long fingers, orgasm overtook my body, leaving my mind blank as I arched my back, pressing my chest firmly against his.
“Was… Was that good?” Mikey asked, biting his lip nervously. I wordlessly nodded, out of breath and unable to form the words to tell him it was amazing. After a few deep breaths to steady my breathing, I rolled us over so I was on top of him.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked him as I stroked my hand up and down his chest.
“Uh, no. I never really thought I’d need one,” Mikey admitted. “Maybe Gerard has one?”
I nodded and leaned over towards his nightstand, opening up drawer after drawer. They were hidden in the bottom drawer in a small tin can box, along with a pack of cigarettes, an unopened pack of gum and some loose change. There were only a few left and I was sure he would notice, but right now I could careless. I waved the packet as I re straddled Mikey’s waist, his eyes lighting up with either nerves or excitement. I tore the packet open with my teeth, hearing him quietly curse under his breath. I rolled the rubber down his length, balancing myself up on my knees and lining him at my entrance.
“Mhm,” he grunted, resting a shaky hand on my hip. I slowly lowered onto him, groaning at the stretch. It burned in the best possible way. His size was impressive and I needed a moment to adjust before moving.
“Are you okay?” He asked, worry staining his voice. I smiled to myself at his sweetness before telling him I was fine, just to give me a moment. He did just that, and once I had adjusted myself so that I was comfortable, I began to move. I slowly moved my hips up and down, hearing him groan each time my hips came down. “Shit…this feels so good,” Mikey murmured, his nails digging into my skin. He took me by surprise and rolled us over, switching positions so he was on top of me.
He slowly pulled out then pushed himself right back into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper with each thrust. Mikey leaned forward and buried his face into the crook of my neck, placing soft kisses, causing goosebumps to spread along my skin. He wrapped his arms around my torso, holding me even closer to him, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Ugh, you’re so fucking tight,” he moaned against my skin, which was beginning to collect a thin layer of sweat from the intimate actions.
“It’s because… you’re… so…mmph big…” I said in broken sentences. With each movement, each gentle thrust, I felt myself nearing my peak once more as he repeatedly hit my G-Spot. I could tell he was getting close, too, he was moving faster and slightly sloppier with each passing second. My fingers and toes began to tingle and soon enough, I was pushed over the edge. I raked my nails down his back as I clenched my walls around him. He moaned at the even tighter feeling caused by my high.
“I’m almost… there,” he warned as he continued to push into me repeatedly, dragging out my orgasm. I felt his cock twitch inside of me and he let out a throaty groan, signaling that he had also hit his high. He let out a deep sigh and collapsed onto the bed next to me after he fully removed himself. He pulled off the condom, tying it and tossing it in the trash bin by Gerard’s desk. Without the adrenaline running throw me and the warmth of his flushed chest pressed against mine, I began to shiver at the chilly air. Of course Gerard would keep it below freezing in here.
I instantly moved up next to him and cuddled into his chest and pulled the blanket up over our bodies. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, running his fingers through my hair. It was…nice. I wasn’t really the romantic type. Cuddling and hugs always made squirm and feel uncomfortable for some reason. But with Mikey, it was warm and cozy, even relaxing.
“This isn’t gonna be like a one time thing right?”
“Of course not. This is definitely not just a one night stand.” I tilted my head up and gave him another soft kiss, feeling him smile against my lips. We both pulled away after we heard a loud slam outside, the very same slam that sounded like one Gerard’s car door made. Realization dawned on us when we heard the sound of the front door rattling.