I want an AU of Bitty being an NHL star and Jack is the photographer for the ESPN Body Issue photo shoot that Bitty does. Imagine Bitty doing the pose that Tyler Seguin did, naked on a zamboni sucking on a popsicle being all flirty and Jack just awkwardly fumbling around with his camera trying to hide his boner

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A day. (Closed RP starter for ScarletMultiverse)

Ayane was relaxing in her house, as she sucked on a popsicle she bought from the store as she lied on a couch, her legs only a small bit spread. She had her shoulder straps undone from her sundress as she was staring at the TV,and eating as she then heard a knocking at the door. “Who the blazes?”

Make Me (M - Jimin)

*Lowkey have requests are open*

Combined:  aaa can I have a smut with jimin where for the whole day you’ve been teasing him(but like you didn’t notice and they were many light things) and just can’t take it anymore? &  hey, can i request a scenario where jimin gets turned on by his gf sucking on a popsicle and his gf takes advantage this. thanks!

Word Count: 1,915 words how did this happen

Mornings were bright and delightful, the sun glowing against your skin and he could only look at you in awe. The birds chirping as if your awakening was the cause of it. If he were a bird, he would follow you and chirp at the sight of you, your beauty invoking the only thing a bird could do.

He looked at you, your arm covering your eyes and your hair sprawled in different directions. He examined your sleeping body, one of your legs peeking out of the covers and overlapping the covered leg. You complained about not being able to sleep under or over the covers, settling with one leg out and the other under.

He chuckled at how silly it sounded but you looked mesmerizing this way. You scrunched your nose, mumbling something that he couldn’t catch but you turned your head the opposite direction. He poked your cheek, you scrunching your nose again and he looked at your dewy eyelashes. He wiped them away gently; the softness of your eyelashes against his skin was beautiful to him. He poked your cheek again, only this time you caught his finger in your mouth. Your eyes snapped open and you bit him.

“Ow, ow, angel, I’m sorry.” You licked his finger before releasing his finger and pouted at him.

“Don’t poke my cheeks, Jiminie.”

“But I like your cheeks.” You pinched his, pulling it while he begged you to stop.

“It’s not likeable now, is it?”

“You’re more peaceful when you sleep.”

“You watch me sleep?”

“Ah, n-no.”


“It looks really sunny today, doesn’t it?” You sat up, looking out the window and admiring the morning sun. A few clouds in the sky in the light blue sky and it was coaxing you out of bed. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, your shirt hung low, your hair still a mess but you were still gorgeous. Your bra strap teased him, it was his favourite set of lingerie you owned, the silk bra just begging to be touched. You looked at him with a smile on your face, forgetting the slip up he just had.

“It’s beautiful, Jiminie.”

“Just like you.”

“Ah, it’s too early to be this cheesy.”

“Then, why are you smiling, huh? Why are you smiling?” He tickled you, your head throw back in uncontrollable laughter and you pushed him far enough to run out the bedroom. He found you in the bathroom and tickled you until you surrendered. You two brush your teeth, bumping elbows with each other and getting toothpaste all over each other’s mouth. You walked out the bathroom, his eyes scanning your legs as you left and he eagerly followed you.

“Y/N?” He walked into the kitchen and you were sitting on the counter with your legs crossed, a serious expression on your face.


“Baby, what are y-” You put a finger to his lips and he looked at you.

“You know how much I love your hair, right?” You looked at him while your hands ran through his hair. He loved it when you touched his hair, the way you gripped it while he ate you out or when he would plant love bites on your neck or when he kissed you.

“Where are you going with this?”

“So direct. I like that.” You leaned in, your lips brushing against his and he put his hand on your neck, preparing to pull you in for a kiss but you pulled away.

“What do you want for breakfast?” You hopped off the counter, searching for bowls and he just looked at you. He was so used to teasing you; he hadn’t thought you would ever return the favour. You stopped looking for bowls when he didn’t answer and looked at him instead.

“Usually, you say cereal. Do you want something else?”

“Cereal and a kiss.” You went over to him, planted a kiss in his cheek and went back to fixing his bowl of cereal.

“That’s a kiss?”

“You didn’t say where. Here.” You handed him his bowl and took your bowl along with you to the living room, enjoying your cereal on the couch and he glanced at you. You ate slowly, licking the spoon when you were done.



“You have cereal on your lip, stay still.” You took a tissue and wiped his lip. He was more focused on the fact he could see down you shirt and your breast was pressing against you.



“What is up with you? I teased you once and you look like a lost puppy.”


“If you were listening, I asked if you were going anywhere today?”

“I have the day off with you.”

“Great.” You changed it to your favourite show and sat close to him, his arm around your waist and your head resting on his shoulder.

The plot bored him, the two main characters fighting over a silly problem and they were too stubborn to apologize to each other. He wandered to you, noticing the finger in your mouth as you intensely watch the screen. You were biting your finger, nervous of what would happen in the school and you dropped the remote.

“Shit.” You reached under the coffee table, bending over and he had a clear view of your butt in those sinfully silky panties. God, would he love to slip those off you with just his teeth. You got back on the couch and your hand reached near his crotch, making him almost slap your hand if it wasn’t for what you said.

“Your shirt has a stain in it. Take it off.”


“You heard me.”

“It’s fine, angel.” You pulled up his arms, tearing it off him to leave him shirtless and you went to toss it in the hamper. He was bewildered by your sudden instinct to clean, you began cleaning and dusting while he sat just silently watching. You tied your hair back, he loved seeing your hair tied up, unable to hide your face in your hair as he complimented you until you were extremely flustered.

He watched TV, not wanting to be caught staring and you called him in the kitchen after a while.

“Can you get that for me, baby?” You were on your knees against the counter, his thin black shirt barely covering your bottom and you ass jetted out in its perfect curve. He grabbed the glass platter you wanted and you kissed his cheek again.


“What are you pouting about?”

“I want a kiss. Here.” He pointed to his lips like a child and you giggled at his childlike attitude. You peck his lips and kicked him out the kitchen, getting back to whatever you were doing.

“Babe, do you want a popsicle?”

“Sure!” You came out with a chocolate popsicle and sat beside him again. He was once again consumed by his thoughts of you and looked at you as you slowly licked the sweet treat. Your tongue licked from top to bottom before you stuck it in your mouth. You sucked on it, the chocolate popsicle just melting in your mouth and you caught him.



“Your popsicle is melting.” He noticed the chocolate stain on his pants and you shook your head. You unzipped his pants and his hands stopped you.

“I need to wash them, Jimin.”

“I’ll t-take them off myself.” He was down to his boxers and you bit your lip while looking at him. You noticed his bulge, sparked by all your teasing and walked off.

He caught you and pulled you into the bedroom, tossing you on the bed.

“What, you’re just going to leave this? You caused it.”

“It’s not my fault you’ve been watching me all day, Jiminie.”

“Fix it, baby.”

Make me.” He kissed you hard, his lips fuelled by his passion and lust for you. His hand on your neck while the other played with the hem of his shirt on you and he pulled away to strip it off you.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” He muttered before planting kisses down your jaw, his delicate lips placid against your delectable skin. You tugged at his soft strands of hair when he sucked on your neck down to your collarbone, leaving his trail before slipping off your bra. He became less gentle as his cock palpitates against his boxers.

He tugged on your nipples with his teeth, your loud moans exiting your gorgeous lips. You whimpered when his hand smoothed over your panties, the silk revealing the wetness of your cunt.

“You want me here, baby?”


“You wanted to tease me, baby, didn’t you?”

“Y-Yes.” He slipped between your legs, his hands holding up your legs as he breathed against you and you shudder.

“Jimin.. Please..”


“Please.. I need you.”

“Get your ass in my lap.” You did as instructed and his hand came down on you. He listened to your sinfully delicious moans as you stutter out the number of every slap and he also didn’t want to stop.

“What do good girls do?”

“They don’t tease.”

“Right. You get a reward, baby.” He plunged two fingers inside you, your back arching and he held your ass down. You muffled your moans into the sheets as his fingers continued to drive inside you.

“A-Ah-Jimin..” He kept going until you warned him of your orgasm, signalling for him to stop. You moved over, slipping down his boxers and pulling out his red cock, a harsh red due to you. You licked him, invoking his groaning response and sucked his tip.

“You don’t get to tease, baby. Take my cock like a good girl.” You bobbed your head, your nose tickling where his v line is and he groaned your name. Your mouth was so warm, the hot saliva coating his cock and your tongue felt so good around his girth. Your mouth alone could make him lose it. He stopped you, wanting to cum with you around him and you popped off. You grabbed a condom from the night stand and slipped it on him, straddling his torso.

“Are you going to ride me like a good girl?”

“Yes, Jimin.” You breathed out as he guided your hips to sink down on his cock. He loved how constrictive your cunt felt, squeezing him as his tip pressed against your G-spot. You found your pacing after adjusting to him, making you both moan each other’s names.

“O-oh, Jimin.”

“You like that, baby? You like my cock filling up your pretty little cunt?”

“Fuck y-yes.” His hips worked faster than yours, wanting to hear you scream his name instead of your breathy moans.

He wanted to watch you lose control, your face contorted in absolute bliss. Your voice hoarse from screaming his name, your hair a tattered mess while he continued to pound into you. Your hands gripping his hair and your lips on top of his while he hits all the right spots.



“Say it.”

“I want to c-come..!” He powered his hips, rocking the bed with his thrusts and you desperately gripped his hair like he wanted. He caught every whine and whimper in his mouth, swallowing them as if they were delicious bites of food. You let out a scream as you climaxed but rode him off into his high.

He slipped off the used condom, tossing it out and joined you on the bed.

“Do you want another popsicle, Jiminie?”

~Admin Blake

#29: You accidently turned him on


It was a really hot day and you just grabbed a popsicle from the freezer and sat back down with Calum. You guys were watching a t.v show and you were just licking and sucking on the popsicle. Calum was staring at you and couldn’t stop. He began getting hard and he adjusted his seating. “Calum.. stop staring at me,” you laughed. 

“S-Sorry..” he blushed. You could feel his hard on your butt. “Calum what the-” you saw his hard was very noticeable. “Calum!” you slapped his arm softly. “I can’t help it! You’re just doing that..” he blushed. “Jeez Calum..” you giggled. “I CAN’T HELP IT! Please help me,” he begged. “No go to the bathroom,” you smiled. “I hate you,” he whined. You laughed and kissed his lips.


Luke was teaching you how to play guitar. You were on his lap and his hands were on yours. You were so focused. You loved how he played guitar, so you wanted to play it too. You were holding the neck of the guitar and Luke was getting hard for some reason. You moved to the chords. You felt oddly something on your butt. “Luke..” you looked at him. His face was all red.

“Lucas are you turned on?” you asked, smirking a little. “Maybe..” he blushed. “Weirdo! How are you even turned on right now?!” you asked. “You were holding the neck of the guitar and-” “OKAY OKAY I GET IT!” you interrupted him. “Its just because of last night,” he giggled and put his face on your shoulder. You laughed. “Stop,” you smiled.  "Okay we’ll do it later,“ he smiled cheekily. "Lucas!” you yelled. He was laughing so hard.


He was teaching you to play the drums. You just wanted to play them and learn. Sitting on his lap, while playing. “Since when did you know how to play drums?” Ashton asked. He put his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. “When I was three years old,” you giggled.

“You lied to me!” he whined. “I just thought it was cute how you were teaching me to play the drums,” you giggled. “Yeah you might need more practice,” he smirked. “Are you saying that I’m a bad drummer?” you asked. “Maaaaaaaayyyybee!” he smiled. “Well to bad because I’m the best drummer and better than you!” you bragged.

“You’re so conceited Y/N,” he pouted. “I’m kidding. I’m not a good drummer,” you laughed. He kissed his lips. You played the drums, banging hard, and Ashton got hard. He thought you looked so sexy playing the drums. You stop playing them, and began panting and feeling sweaty. You looked at Ashton. Staring at you. “What?” you asked. “Nothing..” he blushed. “ASHTON!” you yelled. “WHY ARE YOU TURNED ON?” You yelled again. “You just look so sexy playing the drums..” he blushed. “Go to the bathroom,” you chuckled. “Help me please?” he asked. “Fine lets go Ash,” you grabbed his hand. That cheeky little boy.


You just woke up, all cranky and Michael was downstairs. You walked to the kitchen and leaned on the door frame. “Oh hey sleepy head,” Michael smiled. You groaned and moaned LOUDLY. Because you were cranky. Michael felt his hard getting noticed. “What are you doing Mikey?” you asked. He didn’t respond. You rubbed your eyes, and woke up fully. “Michael?” you asked.

You noticed he covered his hands where his hard was. “Why are you covering?” you asked, walking to him. He began to feel uncomfortable and blushed. “Are you turned on from me?” you smirked. “N-No..” he stuttered.  You looked at him. “Okay yes!” he blurted. “How?” you crossed your arms. “Um.. when you came in the kitchen and you moaned and groaned loudly,” he blushed. “Oh you were weird,” you kissed his cheek. “No you are,” he giggled and kissed yours.

-Kelly :) xx

Don’t imagine the 4th of July with your bias. Don’t imagine him setting up sparklers in the yard in the shape of a heart, grinning ear to ear, shouting “Jagiya, look! I made it for you!” Don’t imagine sucking on blue raspberry popsicles and seeing whose tongue is bluer afterward. Don’t imagine lying on a blanket in the grass as fireworks go off overhead, your fingers tangled up with his, your cheek pressed against his chest, hist heart beating hard and loud, just like the explosions in the sky.