Cursed Child was dumb and here are some reasons why
(warning: spoilers. this probably won’t make sense unless you’ve read the script. far be it from me to recommend this kneazle-vomit of a play, though, so if you haven’t read it, good)
the plot is messy, strange, and childish. there’s only one time-turner left!! how will the characters cope when said time-turner is lost? oh lol they’ll just use this other convenient time-turner. for convenient plot points, see also: harry can suddenly speak parseltongue again, because well he just kind of needs to be able to do that
Harry cursing “oh dumbledore” without a hint of irony. like really? really
the characterisation was a pile of dragon dung and we all freaking know it. let’s break it down into individual characters here because fuck if I can stop at one bullet point for this
Hermione: the brightest witch of her age, the constant crusader for the unloved and the unrepresented, whose successful career and capacity for kindness apparently rest in the hands of her romance with Ron Weasley. oh… but wait. it sounds a little familiar, this story. hear me out. let’s see now, a highly intelligent person who falls in love but doesn’t have that love reciprocated, and who then becomes a really fucking mean teacher at Hogwarts through bitterness. sound like anyone we know? fam, they tried to parallel Hermione and Snape. Hermione and Snape. this being the same Snape who sneered in Hermione’s face when she’d been visibly hexed, and made her cry; the same Snape who bullied Neville Longbottom for years, while Hermione muttered instructions under her breath to help him. if you want to tell me that Hermione would ever allow herself to become a Snape parallel then I will kindly invite you to shove a dirigible plum where there’s no lumos solem
Harry: when Harry was at his angriest in OOTP, and he’s yelling at Ron and Hermione, there’s one thing we notice. everything he yells is true. he means it. he’s bitter about it and he’s loud and furious, but he doesn’t have the kind of anger that just says anything to cause hurt, that speaks without thinking, not even at this crisis point in his life. are you really going to tell me that the boy who knows down to his bones what it’s like to feel rejected, and misunderstood, and alone, would ever say - even in anger - that he wishes Albus wasn’t his son? I am going to snap wands over this
Cedric. and this one burns. because Cedric was brave and he was true, and he had a sense of justice that led him to telling Harry about the way the golden egg worked, and led him to sharing the winning of the triwizard tournament with Harry. he died, he was murdered at the age of seventeen, embodying a sense of justice so strong, an innocence, a goodness. Cedric Diggory - the boy who believed in fairness with an integrity that is astounding - becoming party to the indiscriminate killing and casual torture of the Death Eaters just because he had his head engorged one time… is about as likely as Hagrid stomping on a dragon egg. it’s an insult to who he was and I am going to engorge the entire bodies of the writers of this fucking play so that hopefully they’ll just float away too, with all the grace and likeability of Aunt Marge
Voldemort: can we all agree now that Voldemort would not father a child. the idea of him experiencing lust seems out of character; the idea of him giving into a base urge seems more so. it’s too human, too vulgar, too physical; it would associate him with the common and the mainstream in a way that I contend he would find repulsive. Tom Riddle Sr. was trapped by Merope into sex and romance; to have sex would be to bring himself closer to his parents, down to the level of a Muggle and a witch who lacked power and craved love, two things Voldemort could never, ever stand. no. he wouldn’t have sex just because he wanted to; he’d be repelled by the idea. what other reason could there be for him to do the nasty with Bellatrix? to ensure the continuation of his line? that makes even less sense. achieving immortality for Voldemort was always a question of magic, a personal quest. he wouldn’t go for a messy, physical back-up plan. he always thought that he would win. if anything, he would see a child as a future threat, not a security. another being in the world with the promise of his power? he wouldn’t risk it.
what the fuck was that trolley witch scene though
“for voldemort and valour” are you serious. is there a Gryffindor spy in the Voldemort camp laughing their ass off because they actually managed to get that one through. and are they ten years old
overall, the message of the play infuriated me. Delphi was the child of Voldemort, so she was evil. Albus was the child of Harry, so he was good. Scorpius was the son of Draco, so he should have been evil, but Draco’s actually kind of good now and his mother was nice, so he can be good too. where is the complexity? was five hours of drama not enough to find some shades of morality? where is the hope, where is the resonance, in a story that says that good begets good and evil begets evil, and nothing can really change? the Harry Potter book series was about a boy who grew up with something inside him that was utterly evil, and who rejected it, fought against it, changed the path that fate seemed to wish him to walk. not slytherin, not slytherin. we had Regulus Black and Sirius Black, who rejected their pasts, whose heritage and whose House stood for nothing against their principles, their eventual and separate forms of bravery. we had Remus Lupin, who transformed into a monster but never became one, not even after years of rejection and pain. we had the word mudblood, and we watched Hermione fight it, we knew it was ridiculous to label someone based on their blood. and now… we have the Cursed Child. a playwhich is flat, and stupid, and tells us that your parentage inevitably dictates your character - and that how you’re treated is how you’ll treat others. dear writers, in the words of Albus Dumbledore, you fail to recognise that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be. you fucks.
Bang is my bias but he like avoided eye contact with me (mostly) until hitouch and photo op I’m gonna make a video about it bcuz literally I died.
But anyway during the concert Zelo gave MAD fan service to me and stared so hard.
Zelo gave me the most attention and
DAE stared so hard I think my friend got in on video I waved at him and
he waved back and gave me a heart.
The girls next to me were freaking out cuz Zelo kept giving me hearts, he literally
did it right to me.
Here’s Zelo shooting me hearts a few times
I literally died and he smiled so hard 😭😍ugh I was like
you’re not even my bias but damnnnnnn. Also in the beginning of the video when he’s drinking water he’s totally
laughing at me cuz I was telling him to take off his jacket 😂
🔥.Anyway so I’m salty af cuz I got
nothing from bang until the hitouch.
But let me talk about photo op first, this is where I nearly went to be with the lord
Okay anyways Yongguk legit like would avoid eye contact with me during the
concert, Except for that one last minute moment when he came to our section waving at the fans, he looked in my camera!:
And Daehyun was also looking:
Me and my friend got separated
cuz I had hitouch and photo but I was with another black girl Devon who I
made friends with SHE LITERALLY SAW EVERYTHING so I have a witness. lol
hitouch was like so quick u blink it was over and I saw they were
literally only hi fiving people so I was bummed.
Zelo was first I don’t
even remember what happened, but bang was next and instead of hi fiving,
girl he held my hand legit for like 5 seconds and I told him he was my
type and he smiled so BIG and my friend next to me said he was so busy
still staring at me while I walked away her time got cut short! 😂😂😂
the only other person I remember was dae I told him he was cute and he
thanked me and held my hand.
I was still with my black girlfriend Devon and luckily when they
numbered us off we were 1 and 2. So Idk if you’ve seen the pics
powerhouse has posted but the girls were legit standing in FRONT of the
boys leaving space for Jesus… I did not. I bee lined right to bang I
didn’t even look at anyone us so it was blatantly obvious I was there
I got right on him like my body was on his leg and then I was like fuck
I’m covering him so I turned around and asked him if I was too tall
He looked at me and said no you’re fine then moved NEXT to me so we were
side by side and put HIS ARM AROUND ME. I honestly think I mentally
blacked out. Lol anyway they were taking forever to take our
pic(luckily) so I look at him and go you are so cute and he smiles his
gummy smile and thanks me and says you too or so are you tbh I ain’t
gonna lie I don’t remember cuz I was BLACKED out.
When we were done I held his hand and my friend said he stared after me
as I walked away. So to conclude Bang Yongguk is my future husband he
just don’t know yet 😂😂😂😂
They took 3 pictures of my group and they freaking put the
picture up where u CANT SEE BANGS HAND AROUND ME! I’m gonna sue lol But here’s the group photo:
Hope you guys will enjoy this one! Thank you to the person who requested it. Was a fun story to write! And also, thank you to @interfectorems for helping me get ideas.
Plot: Inexperienced Y/N wants Harry to finally introduce her to a more intimate level of their relationship.
Warnings: Smut, but not too much.
Pic isn’t mine, sadly.
I remembered our first kiss. We’d knocked our heads together as we’d leant into the same direction and he’d failed to keep the laugh from tumbling from his pink lips while my cheeks had burned in embarrassment. Harry had taken his time to recover and he’d cupped my cheek in his palm, holding my head still so he could lean in without knocking against my temple again, with both dimples still prominent in his cheeks. When our mouths had connected however, that had been when the fire had first erupted between us.
That fire was yet to be extinguished and bound me to Harry with a strength I couldn’t quite comprehend. Whenever he entered a room, all I could feel was this intense pull, urging me to be as close to him as I could be and yet, letting him close was that one thing I didn’t quite dare doing yet. Harry and I had been friends for more than four months before I’d (accidentally!) let it slip that I had a thing for him. I’d been properly embarrassed then, couldn’t even look him in the eye and had avoided him for a week until he had finally been able to corner me and tell me that he’d felt the same, that he had for months in fact. It was then, that our awkward first kiss had followed and when I’d walked with him holding my hand, it had been the first time I’d felt the tingling sensation all over my body. We’d been together for two months now and I was so happy. Harry was a sensitive, attentive and kind guy. He gave me all of his attention whenever I wanted or needed it and always knew when to give my hand an extra squeeze. It didn’t seem to bother him when I stopped his hands from wandering too low when we were kissing and he never complained when I rolled from under him with a weak excuse about having to use the bathroom, all so I could get away from his relentless kisses and gentle touches. It wasn’t like I didn’t want him to touch me, I did. My stomach always fluttered upon feeling his hands on me, my heart’s pace sped up and it squeezed in my chest almost painfully. I loved to feel his soft mouth on mine, leaving kisses that were sweet at first and got more and more urgent as the minutes passed. Nothing gave me quite as much comfort as having him press his warm body against mine, as he was strong and knew just how much pressure was bearable. But for some reason I couldn’t let him too close. I just couldn’t. The moment I felt his lower region press into mine a little to hard, I shuddered and all my head screamed at me to do was leave.
Harry never asked. He never rolled his eyes, huffed, sighed or made any other sign of annoyance. Not once had he made me keep still, held me close, forced me to stay longer than I wanted or been angry with me. Usually he waited for me to exit his bathroom until I was done pretending to pee, gave me a smile along with a soft kiss pressed to my cheek, before he entered the bathroom himself, undoubtedly to finish what I was somehow unable to, and had still started. No more though, I’d decided. Today I would tell him. Tell him I was ready. It was just Harry after all, a guy I knew, trusted and cared for dearly. It couldn’t be too hard to give myself to him, now could it?
“Hello, love,” Harry greeted me upon entering his flat.
A smile spread and his whole face lit up. He quickly pushed the coat from his strong shoulders and slipped off his shoes, tossing them to the small space next to the door, before he entered his living room where I was and plopped down on the couch beside me.
“Hi,” I mumbled, reciprocating his smile, before leaning in to kiss his cheek softly.
“You on your own?”
I nodded. “Your roommate left only ten minutes ago. Said he’ll stay at his girlfriend’s, so…”
“We’re alone tonight.” Harry grinned and pressed a quick kiss to my lips, humming lowly.
I was just about to lean in to deepen the connection when he pulled away, got to his feet and walked to the kitchen. Odd. Normally Harry never missed a beat and kissed me back immediately.
“Are you hungry, babe? I could make us something. M'sure there’s some pasta left as well.”
I frowned a little and got up as well, before following him into the smaller space of his kitchen where he was stood by the counter.
“Yeah, sounds great.”
My throat felt incredibly dry as I watched Harry sort through his drawers and refrigerator in search for pans and food, the movements of his muscles visible even through his jumper, making me feel all tingly again. The warmth of Harry’s body seemed to radiate off of him and onto me, his presence setting me at ease while making me nervous at the same time, a combination that didn’t make sense and somehow still did. Harry cheered when he discovered the bowl of pasta in his fridge and stepped closer to me to give me a fist bump, a gesture I almost missed as I was too deep in thought.
How would I start this conversation? Did it even have to be one, really? Maybe I could make him kiss me in that special way, one that would lead him to lay us both down on his couch and make out until it got too much for me. Only that this time it wouldn’t become too much. It wouldn’t. And instead I’d let him continue and take me wherever he wanted.
“Do you mind cutting the tomatoes for us?” Harry asked, his back still turned to me while he prepared the pasta.
Screw plan A. I couldn’t wait any longer, the feeling of excitement and anticipation was too strong.
“Do you think we could have sex?”
Harry stopped his movements. The pan he was holding fell onto the stove with a clash and I could see his muscles tense as his entire posture straightened. Mentally, I cursed myself for sounding like such a baby, asking him for sex with a voice indicating so clearly how nervous I was. He was still and I bit my lip, scared of his next words. Oh god. What I fool I was. Nothing sexier as a girl who has absolutely no idea what she’s doing, keeps on rejecting her guy and then asks, fucking asks, like a school girl, if her boyfriend may still want to try out sex with her. Slowly, very slowly, Harry turned around to face me. His pink lips were apart and his eyes wider than before, a clear look of surprise and concern in them.
His voice was thin and higher than before. I cleared my throat.
“No, I’m sorry.” I shook my head. “I shouldn’t have… Sorry, Harry. Forget about it.”
He held up his hand to stop me. “No, no, darling. What was it you said, ‘cause can’t possibly have been what I thought I heard.”
My cheeks heated and I bit my lip. “Stop it. You know you heard right.”
“You want to have sex?” Harry asked in disbelief.
He was leaning against the counter now, his body turned fully to me to give me all of his attention. I nodded shyly.
“Yes. If we could, then I thought… yeah.”
“I mean,” Harry began, “M'sure we could. We both got the equipment needed, don’t we?”
He grinned and I caught his gaze traveling down to my breasts before dropping even lower, staying there momentarily before locking eyes with me again, his smile widening.
My hands flung to my face, covering it with both palms and I quickly turned around, unable to look at Harry any longer. This was so embarrassing. The heat in my cheeks increased until I could feel that I was for sure a bright shade of red and my palms were sweaty.
“Hey,” Harry’s soft voice sounded, humor still evident in it.
I could hear him step closer to me and flinched when his arms wrapped around my form, bringing my body against his. Harry’s chin rested on my shoulder and his chest against my back.
“Don’t be so shy, baby,” Harry hummed into the shell of my ear before kissing the skin of my neck gently.
“Stop making fun of me, then,” I argued quietly.
Harry’s arms squeezed me and he pressed himself against me tighter. “M'not. Just surprised you want to fuck me, is all.”
“Don’t say it like that.”
He whined and nuzzled my neck, his lips nipping and biting on my skin softly, coaxing a gasp from me.
“My cute,” Harry whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek, “soft,” another kiss to my neck, “gentle,” a kiss to my shoulder, “sweet,” kiss to my jaw, “innocent,” his tongue darted out to wet the skin of my neck, “Y/N.”
My eyes were squeezed shut and a sigh fell from my mouth. I held onto his arms with my hands, my tips digging into his skin as my grip tightened. The tingling sensation of my body increased and Harry’s presence almost felt overwhelming.
“You want to have sex with me, then?” Harry asked, his voice serious.
“Yes,” I murmured.
Harry’s nose pressed against the back of my neck and I could hear him take in a deep breath, then he let me go. His hands took hold of my arms and he spun me around to his face him. It took more bravery than usually to look into his eyes, but once I did, I was relieved to find them full of kindness. None of the mockery I’d suspected they’d hold in them, no cheekiness.
“Say it,” Harry whispered.
And for the first time since dating him, I could tell he was nervous, too. I swallowed hard.
“I want to, Harry.”
His teeth bit onto his bottom lip and his brows furrowed. He looked deep in thought and I wrapped my arms around my middle, at least as good as I could, given the fact that he was still squeezing them.
“What?” My eyes widened.
“Do you want to eat first or after?”
“Perhaps first would be good so I don’t wear you out, but if we want to get this over and done with as quickly as possible then we could-”
“Get this over and done with?” I squeaked.
The lump in my throat grew at his words and I took a step back. Maybe this had been a bad idea after all and I just simply wasn’t the kind of person who was confident enough to initiate sex. Suddenly Harry began to laugh.
“I’m just messing with you, sweetheart.”
His smile grew upon seeing my confused look and he leaned in to press a quick kiss to my parted lips.
“You should see the look on your face!” he laughed and I swatted him.
How dare he?
“You’re such a shit head!”
“I know, but one who’s gonna get in your pants tonight, eh?”
He looked proud of himself and laughed once more when I rolled my eyes at him. Harry’s hands pulled me forward and closer to where he stood again. He pressed a kiss to my temple, then he pulled back with a much more serious expression on his face.
“This is nothing to get over and done with,” he reassured me, “I know that. Not with you, anyway.”
His palms settled onto my waist and he leaned in closer once more to kiss my cheek gently.
“We’ll go slow, yeah?” Harry hummed lowly, “Take our time. I won’t push you and be gentle and-”
“But I want it today,” I interrupted him, sensing that he would propose to postpone it. But I couldn’t wait. I’d be too afraid next time if we didn’t to it now.
Harry frowned. “Are you sure?”
I nodded and took his face into both hands. “Very.”
He still didn’t look too certain, not even when I began to move my thumbs in a circular motion against the skin of his cheeks.
“And I’d like it if we ate after,” I murmured with a smile.
This made Harry laugh. “Alright. Good. Let’s go to the bedroom then, shall we?”
He reached up to his face where he clasped my hand, then he walked out of the kitchen and into the direction I knew his bedroom was, making me follow him close behind. It was when he pushed the door to his room shut and turned to face me where I was standing in front of his bed, that it all began to feel so real. I was about to see him naked.
Perhaps that was an odd thing to consume my thoughts, given the fact that I was about to be naked myself and most likely to experience pain, but his nakedness was all I could focus on. I’d seen him shirtless before on various occasions and each time his beauty had stolen my breath. And now I was about to see him fully naked.
“You good?” Harry asked gently, his voice laced with concern.
“Gonna need a verbal confirmation there, baby,” he whispered.
Harry’s warm palms gently caressed my cheeks, holding my face still so he could connect out mouths in a passionate kiss. I whimpered and allowed him to deepen the kiss. A shiver crawled all over my skin when he lowly moaned, his tongue invading my mouth with care not to use too much. His soft kisses distracted me from where his hands had travelled down to my shirt and I only noticed that he’d began pulling the fabric up when he’d already exposed half of my stomach.
“May I?” he asked against my lips before resuming to kiss my mouth.
All I could muster was a low moan and a nod, allowing him to pull up the shirt further before we quickly disconnected the kiss so he could pull it over my head. Harry’s eyes widened. He’d never seen me topless before and I noticed his cheeks flush. Thank god I’d decided to wear my lacy bralette tonight, one that hardly covered anything. For some reason, this didn’t feel difficult. Now that Harry knew exactly how far I wanted to go and was aware of the fact that he needed to be gentle with me, I felt much more relaxed. I loved Harry, after all. He didn’t know it yet, but it was true and I knew he would make sure I was alright as his sensitive nature allowed him to know exactly how to be with me.
“Fuck,” Harry cursed, “You are…” he took a deep breath and shook his head. His eyes were still set onto my breasts.
My cheeks heated under his intense stare.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful. It’s insane. You drive me insane.”
I giggled and reached out to the hem of his own shirt. “Thank you, love. Now it’s your turn.”
Harry smiled confidently and let me pull up his own shirt so he too was topless before me. My fingers traced his tattoos and I shook my head in awe. He was stunning. The most handsome male I had ever seen, easily.
“I’m a bit nervous,” I whispered.
Harry’s green orbs stared into mine and I bit the inside of my cheek when he raised my hand to his lips to kiss the back of it.
“It’s alright,” he assured, “M'nervous too.”
“Yeah, but you have experience.”
“So?” he asked.
“Well. You know what’s expecting you,” I mumbled, “aside the fact that it probably won’t feel as good. I don’t know what I’m doing, after all. Sorry in advance, Harry, I promise, I-”
“Wow,” Harry interrupted me, “What’s this talk now?”
I shrugged and looked away.
“S'this why you never let me touch you properly?” Harry asked.
His eyes looked confused and his lips were set in a thin line. He obviously could not understand where I was coming from. I bit my bottom lip and nodded, looking down.
“Y/N,” Harry groaned, reaching forward to take hold of my chin, “my darling love, what silly worries have you troubled yourself with now? Did you truly think I would be… what? Disappointed if we had sex? That I wouldn’t be satisfied or, good god, angry with you? Y/N!”
His words came out rushed and he stopped himself to breath.
“Well,” I began but was shushed with Harry pressing his lips to mine, kissing me deeply instantly.
His hands found my ribcage and I shuddered, the warmth of his palms a strong contrast to my cold skin. Harry moaned into my mouth and pushed me back gently, walking me backwards so my legs hit the mattress. I whimpered and clasped the back of his neck, holding his head to me so we wouldn’t stop kissing while I settled down onto the bed, laying down with Harry following suit. Harry’s tongue traced along my bottom lip and I made a noise close to a whine when I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore. He responded by disconnecting our kiss and settling his mouth onto my neck where he didn’t wait to bit and lick the skin, making sure to leave a mark.
“Harry,” I moaned.
His hand had fallen lower and began tugging at my leggings, slowly moving the fabric down my legs. Harry’s hands pulled them down further until I could push them from my legs with my feet, letting the clothing fall to the end of the bed. Harry hummed into my neck. My own fingers boldly moved to pop the button of his jeans and I fumbled with the zipper, pulling it down carefully. Harry aided me in pushing down his jeans so he was only left in his underwear as well. His eyes watched me close while his hands caressed my cheeks, then my breasts and then moved further down to my hip.
I nodded, knowing what was going to come next. I was sure. This time, I was ready. Harry watched me closely as my face scrunched up, the tip of his finger gently pressed against my clothed center and I whined. Carefully and in a slow movement so I could still stop it should I wish, he moved my underwear aside and dipped his fingers inside. Having his bare skin against mine made me gasp. Harry waisted no time and began to move his fingers in a circular motion, applying just enough pressure.
My head fell back into the pillows. Harry followed, leaning his body against mine and peppering kisses to my chest while his fingers still gently touched my most sensitive spot.
“Good, huh?” Harry grinned.
“Yeah,” I gasped and moaned when one of his finger dared dipping into me, not far enough to slip it inside, though.
Harry watched me intensely and part of me worried for a moment if I looked ridiculous, my face all twisted in a pleasure more intense than I’d ever felt before.
“Relax,” Harry hushed against my skin, then he slowly began to push his finger in.
My eyes squeezed shut tighter and my mouth opened in a loud cry. It burned, yes, but the pleasure consuming me overshadowed any faint pain.
“Still good?” he asked, his voice almost a growl.
I gasped upon feeling his own arousal against my leg, the hard pressure pressing against my thigh when he shifted.
“Yes, good,” I whimpered, “so good, Harry.”
“Fucking hell, you’re tight,” Harry groaned as he withdrew his finger, before gently pushing it back in, “You’re going to feel so incredible once m'inside you, darling.”
I hummed and turned my head to kiss the side of his head, momentarily making it difficult for him to nip on my neck. Harry responded by moving one of his fingers, I assumed his thumb, up and onto a spot he hadn’t payed much attention to yet. He pressed the pad of said finger against the small spot and all of a sudden a pleasure much more intense cursed through me.
“Oh,” I cried in surprise, “H-Harry!”
“I’ve got you,” he whispered soothingly, rubbing faster pumping his finger once more, a little deeper this time. “You can do it. Know you can, just push through it, baby.”
It hit me with surprise. All of a sudden my lungs felt as if they could burst and my head was dizzy. My eyes rolled back and my mouth fell open, releasing loud gasps and cries as the pleasure increased yet once more, drowning me and pulling me under. My hands, which had so far settled on Harry’s back, moved up and down his bare skin. I wanted to have him close, wanted to hold him and make sure he couldn’t disappear, but the intensity of the feeling made my limps unable to obey properly. Attentive as ever, Harry leaned in closer against me and kissed my collarbones, his tongue licking the skin. His free arm wrapped around my waist so he could hold me tighter and his gentle voice soothed me quietly as I surrendered to my orgasm.
We stayed silent for a moment. I whimpered when he withdrew his finger from me and immediately felt incredibly empty.
“Baby,” Harry murmured, “calm breaths, my love.”
My hands moved from his back to his hair and I shook my head.
“Kiss me, please,” I begged quietly.
I saw him smile through my heavy lids before I felt his warm lips press to mine sweetly. He had worn me out. I couldn’t even kiss him back properly and faintly wondered how I was going to handle sex with him, actual sex, without passing out.
“I think,” Harry murmured gently when his mouth left mine, “we can both agree I should have made you eat something first.”
I laughed breathlessly and nodded. “Probably, yes.”
“Well,” Harry hummed, “let’s leave it like this then, alright?”
I tried to lean up but Harry quickly pushed me back into the pillows, moving up so he could still lay on top of me, but on eye level.
“Darling, I don’t think you’re in the state to handle sex right now. Plus, I said we’d go slow and we have all the time we want.”
Harry kissed the tip of my nose. “Trust me. You’ll have a better time, if I introduce you to sex slowly. Want you to be as comfortable as possible before doing the real thing, so you’re not learning it all at once.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re perfect, you know?”
“Been told once or twice,” he replied cheekily.
We kissed once more and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Once I was sure I could move my legs again I wrapped them around his waist, but gasped when I found that he was in fact still very hard. Oh.
“No, it’s not,” I insisted, “I should do something for you, too.”
Harry shook his head before kissing me once more.
“Don’t need to, love. M'good. Promise.”
“But now I feel bad,” I whispered.
Harry hummed as if in thought and squeezed me a little. “How about you show me your breasts? That would make me feel better for sure.”
“Oh god, you boy!” I laughed and my heart jumped excitedly when his head fell into my neck, his own shoulders shaking in laughter.
The sound of his throaty laughter filled the bedroom and I was sure I’d never been this happy before.
“Alright then,” I murmured, “help me get the bra off.”
“A bra, you call this?” he asked, genuine wonder in his tone. “M'a fan.”
His hands moved up my back and to the clasp of the clothing. I leaned up, giving him better access and groaned when I felt him struggle with opening it.
“You alright?” I giggled.
“I can’t get this thing open,” he complained, “Why is it so bloody hard?”
“That’s what she said.”
Harry pulled back to stare at me and it took less than ten seconds for him to break into a laugh.
“Oh for god’s sake,” he chuckled, his forehead resting against my breasts.
“I’m sorry,” I laughed, “I had to.”
“Knew you would make that stupid pun,” Harry answered, “And you didn’t disappoint, as you never do. In any way.”
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Beca had just gotten home from her internship and made it up the stairs to try to attempt to work on the set list for Worlds.
“Oh my God, Beca!” She heard Chloe scream. Beca ran to Chloe’s room concerned.
She was not expecting the sight she saw once she opened the door. Chloe was laying on the bed her hand down her underwear and eyes squeezed closed. Beca couldn’t move. Her eyes were locked on Chloe and her mouth hung open.
Chloe chest was heaving up and down and her eyes were still closed as she pulled out her hand from her panties. She then opened her eyes and shot up when she saw Beca staring at her.
“How long have you been standing there?!” She exclaimed.
“I, uh, just came in. I heard you call my name so I came in. I am so sorry!” Beca turned and walked out of the red heads room and booked it to hers.
She shut her door and plopped on her bed. Chloe was calling her name out while touching herself. Did that really just happen? Just then she got a text from Jesse asking her to come over. She agreed since she felt really embarrassed that she walked in on Chloe like that.
Once she arrived, Jesse knew there was something up.
“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on or are you just going to keep pacing?” Jesse raised an eyebrow at her.
“Um, I just walked in on Chloe masturbating” Beca mumbled.
“What?!” Jesse blurted out before he started laughing.
“Shut up Jesse! That isn’t even the most embarrassing part!” Beca slapped his arm. “She was calling out my name while doing it” her cheeks flushed.
Jesse grinned from ear to ear looking like a maniac.
“Okay stop looking at me like that you creep-o”
“I knew it” Jesse said.
“Knew what?” Beca asked looking confused.
“I knew she liked you. It’s so obvious!” Jesse smiled at his friend knowing she liked Chloe also. “Come on now you can finally tell her how you feel!”
“Are you crazy, Jesse! For all I know she was fantasizing about another Beca” she bursted out throwing her hands up.
“Beca, are you that stupid. She was obviously thinking about you doing the dirty deed with her.” He grinned again.
“Okay, stop smiling like that. Ugh, I knew I shouldn’t have told you,” Beca huffed.
“Beca, I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything and I’m glad you can confide in me. Plus, you really needed to hear this. Get your girl. Please, for the love of God! We are all tired of the sexual tension between the two of you” he said.
Beca’s cheeks flushed yet again. “It’s really that obvious?” She asked weakly.
“Hell yes” Jesse laughed.
“I’ve gotta go. I need to figure out what to even say to her. She’s probably mortified” Beca said before leaving his dorm.
As Beca walked back to the Bella’s house she kept thinking about how to tell Chloe her feelings. She was stuck in thought about the older girls feelings just being only some temporary sexual thing. When Beca walked into the house she heard someone in the kitchen. She went in there to find Stacie. Stacie then looked at her like Jesse did, grinning ear to ear.
“Okay, people need to stop looking at me like that. It’s starting to freak me out.” Beca said as she opened the fridge to get a bottled water.
“I heard you walked in on a certain redhead” she wiggled her eyebrows at the girl.
“Oh my God” Beca blushed yet again that day. “She told you?”
“Yep” Stacie said with a pop at the end.
“Is she freaking out? That’s a stupid question I’m sure she is.” Beca looked down to the floor.
“Well, yeah. She came out of her room to find you and you had left the house. She thinks she freaked you out big time. And it’s kinda looking like you did. Which I don’t know why. You obviously want to be the one to give her the orgasms yourself.” Stacie smirked.
“Oh jeez” Beca covered her face with her hands.
“You should go talk to her” Stacie suggested.
Beca knew she would have to eventually do she made her way to Chloe’s room. This time she knocked on her door.
“Come in!” Chloe called.
Beca opened the door and shut it behind her. Chloe had her stereo on and was laying on her bed. Her face immediately reddened when she saw Beca.
“Um, hey Becs,” she whispered shyly.
“It’s uh cool if I come in right?” Beca asked nervously.
“Of course you can” Chloe smiled.
“So.. um.. I’m really sorry for walking in on you earlier. I didn’t mean to embarrass you or anything”
“Oh gosh. Can we pretend like that never happened please?” Chloe asked covering her face.
“I actually don’t want to. I kind of want to talk to you about it,” Beca said hesitantly.
“I’m so sorry if I freaked you out and if you don’t want to be friends anymore I’ll understand” Chloe sobbed.
“What? No! That’s not what I want at all.”
“Then what do you want to talk about?” Chloe asked.
“Um, well. There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now.” Beca fidgeted with her hands as she sat down on the end of Chloe’s bed.
“What is it Becs? You’re freaking me out.”
“I would be lying if I said I never, you know, touched myself thinking about you..” Beca stuttered.
Chloe’s eyes opened wide. “Really?”
“Really. I kind of have a huge crush on you,” Beca admitted staring into Chloe’s eyes waiting for what she might say.
“I have a huge crush on you too.. but I think you found out about that earlier.”
“So.. um. Maybe next time I could actually be the one to make you scream out my name?” Beca asked while smirking.
“That would be aca awesome” Chloe grinned from ear to ear.
“Really? You’re gonna go with aca awesome?” Beca rolled her eyes.
i twist my body to see c/n with a smirk on his face.
“…” i squint at him, knowing exactly what he wants.
he leans in to whisper in my ear, “i was thinking, maybe we could get another drink then, i dunno, head upstairs or…”
i bite my lower lip casually and slide closer to him.
“come on y/n, pleeeease?”
“maybe if you beg a little more.” i joke, grabbing his hand to lead him to the kitchen.
“y/n!!!” he laughs, drawing out my name.
“c/n!!!!” i mock, giggling and pouring more lemonade and vodka in my cup.
“what will it be for you, mr. c/l/n?” i wink.
he smirks, “i’ll have a(n) y/n, please.”
“ahh, cheeky aren’t you.”
“being the incredible mixologist i am, i’ll have to grant your request.” i state, taking his hand in mine again.
we run up the stairs littered with solo cups and bits of everything to get to a room.
“fuck, it’s locked.” i say, turning around.
c/n goes to the next room.
“locked.” he says, pouting. i kiss his adorable little sad face before moving on to the next room. he grabs my bum as i walk past.
“hey.” i laugh, “you know the rules.”
“yeah, yeah.” he smiles, following me.
“ugh! locked! again!” i say, annoyed.
“hey…” c/n picks me up and opens a door.
“you found one!” i giggle, the alcohol slightly controlling me.
he cocks his head to the side in a sort of questionable way.
“we’ll try something new tonight.” he responds, shutting the door and locking it.
“are we in a fucking closet?” i whisper, my lips grazing over his neck.
“yes we are, y/n. and you’re about to have the best closet sex of your life.” he removes my shirt, our lips attaching. pushing my back against the wall, his lips travel to my jaw, behind my ear, and down my neck. instinctively, my fingers weave into his locks.
“jump.” he hums against my neck. i hop up for him to catch my bum, his face between my boobs. i pull his shirt off as he keeps me steady with his arms above his head.
“damn boy, that takes skill.” i laugh, pulling him in closer.
“i’m a skillful lad.” he winks.
my leggings are slid down my legs, then dropped to the ground along with my underwear. i reach down to unzip his jeans and push them down with my feet.
c/n smiles whilst kissing me.
“i’m a skillful girl.” i wink.
i gasp as a finger slides up my center. he continues his motion, slowly picking up the pace. my hands crawl down his back then meet just below his belly button. they trace patterns before dropping to the hem of his underwear, pushing them down. i take him in my hands and pull slightly.
“mmm…” he moans against my skin.
“c/n i want you.”
“as you wish.” he says, and aligns himself before thrusting in.
“ho-ly shit, babe.” i whisper through clenched teeth.
“you don’t… have… to be… quiet.” he says between thrusts, “its… really loud… out there.”
i nod, but continue my silence.
his pace quickens, pounding me against the wall harder.
“yes… y/n. you feel… so… fucking… good.”
my nails scrape his back as his thrusts start to get sloppy. the knot in my abdomen keeps growing with each circle he draws on my clit. my thighs begin to shake.
“still good?” he asks, lips attaching to mine once again.
“mm…” i moan, eyes shut in bliss.
“i’m… almost there… baby.”
my heart rate speeds up as he lets out a groan, climaxing.
“fuck, y/n, i love you.” he says, our sweaty bodies continuing to press together.
my mouth opens slightly as i squeeze his biceps, beginning my finish.
“i love you too.”
he continues to thrust, finishing his orgasm as i ride mine out. he pulls out and our lips collide passionately. still pressed against the wall, he sets me down. his hands cup my face, our lips moving in sync. i push him back slightly, then down so he’s sitting on the floor. i climb on top of his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, my boobs pressing against his chest.
we pull apart to breathe just as the door handle jiggles, producing a giggle from both of us.
“i suppose everyone’s eager.” i wink with a smile.
“i suppose you’re right.”
note: hey! so i decided to make it about Sebastian trying to teach you Finnish! sorry it took so long, ive been held up with exams! also this was really fun to write because im actually trying to learn finnish so i just took what ive learned so far! please correct anything wrong and if anyone wants to give me some finnish learning tips, please do!!
Gavin didn’t know much about the concept of “home.” Growing up, he was lucky to consider what he had even a house, a dilapidated flat in the rough part of the inner city was where he used to lay his head for the vast majority of his life. There was no refuge there, no warmth or happiness or safety. Going “home” was synonymous with yelling and pain and so much fear that it just never seemed worth it.
It wasn’t always like that though. For 8 years of his life, he really was happy. In his grandfather’s little cottage in the outskirts of Oxfordshire, tucked far away from any neighbors, but Gavin could say he was never wanting for love or affection.
His grandfather–Nonno, he called him–was a kind man. Honest. Had worked and worked and worked until he could scrounge up enough money to move his family from their tiny town in Italy to the UK, and then worked until he no longer physically could. A man who had every reason to be jaded and bitter, having outlived his wife as well as their three children, but Gavin can not think of a single time when his Nonno was anything other than a sweet, kindhearted, happy-go-lucky fellow. Even when he became sick, when cancer and chemo ravaged his body from the inside out, left him pale and frail and a shadow of the man he had once been, he never once let his smile slip. A charmer, Gavin remembers the nurses all used to say with a fond grin when Gavin rushed straight from school to the hospital every few weeks for the next chemotherapy appointment.
There Nonno would be sat, in one of those cushy, reclining chairs that did nothing to mask the view of the bleak white walls or the smell of antiseptic or the image of his fragile grandfather attached to various leads and IVs all poking through his skin. Gavin would always feel sick looking at it. But Nonno would see him in the doorway, smile that bright, brilliant smile, and exclaim “Bambino! You are here!” in that heavily accented voice that never failed to put Gavin at ease.
Nonno had taught Gavin a few things in the years Gavin lived with him: work hard for the things you think are worth it, never be afraid of failure, and a home-cooked meal can cure all ailments.
Gavin didn’t believe the last one, as a young lad of 9 years, he couldn’t correlate Nonno’s favorite phrase with his inability to cure his cancer. But even a young Gavin couldn’t deny the look of utter joy Nonno always got when cooking. Or the look of pride when tasting something Gavin had cooked himself.
Those days in the kitchen, with Nonno patiently directing Gavin on how to spice something properly or the true Italian way to make pasta from scratch, were some of Gavin’s fondest memories. Now that, he will forever associate with home.
That’s what he thinks as he lugs out the old-fashioned pasta maker out from the cabinet and readies the dough he already rolled out. He works on autopilot, the heavy, warm smell of garlic and tomato enveloping him and reminding him of a simpler time.
“Whatcha doing, B?”
“Bugger me!” Gavin snaps, jumping a foot in the air, much to Dan’s amusement.
“Aw did I scare you, B? Sorry B!”
Gavin glares at him before pointedly returning to his work, cutting a long strip of dough to insert into the machine. Dan lets out another laugh and wraps his arms around Gavin’s waist, settling flush against Gavin’s back and resting his chin against his shoulder.
“Your observational skills are unparalleled, Daniel.”
Dan snorts and kisses Gavin behind the ear, grinning widely when Gavin instantly melts against him. He presses another kiss behind his ear and then moves to his cheek, and then the corner of his lips. He hums happily when Gavin sighs and turns in the circle of his arms to kiss him properly.
“You are an absolute menace, Daniel Gruchy.”
“Aw B, don’t be like that B!”
“Don’t be like what?” Meg asks as she walks into the kitchen, popping up on the counter next to the boys and puckering her lips for kisses. The boys easily oblige.
“B’s being a prick,” Dan whines instantly to her, nuzzling Gavin’s hair.
“And Dan’s being a twat.”
“Boys, boys, no fighting in the kitchen.” Meg leans over to the stove and lifts up one of the lids, inhaling deeply at the smell of homemade pasta sauce. She ladles a bit out, blows on it, and then sticks her pinky in. Gavin watches intently as her eyes close and she moans around her finger. “Fuck that’s good.”
“Yeah? Does it need anything?”
“Could do with a sprinkle more of oregano, but other than that–” she dips her finger again. “Ugh. Delicious.”
“Cheers, girl,” Gavin smiles. He moves for the cupboard, but finds himself completely stuck. “B, lemme go, I need to get the spices.”
“Nah,” Dan grins. “I demand payment.”
“I’m cooking for you, you spoiled wanker!”
“Mmmm, nope. Not appeased. Need more kisses.”
“Kisses eh?” Gavin turns fully in Dan’s hold, chest to chest, and grabs Dan’s face with his floury hands. When Dan sputters at the sudden onslaught of white powder, Gavin squeaks out a laugh and kisses his nose. “That enough payment for you luv?”
Dan splutters again and glares, wiping away frantically at the floury handprints on his face. Meg laughs hysterically, bent at the waist, and Dan turns his glare on her too.
“You’re both awful.”
“Naaaaaah,” Gavin laughs. Meg leans over for a high-five and then jumps down to skip over to the spice cabinet and pluck the dried oregano from the bottom shelf. She holds it out to Gavin but quickly draws back when he reaches for it.
“What about my payment?” She grins cheekily, which slips a moment later when she sees Gavin’s hand inch towards the flour. “NO, GAVIN I WILL–”
The flour collides with her forehead and she holds her breath as the dust blooms outward around her.
“Gavin?” She calls over the raucous laughter.
“You know those knives you got me for my birthday?”
“It’s going straight in your nose.”
“It’s a big enough target.”
It’s a free for all then, the pets wisely steering clear after the first time Hebe was nearly trounced by a baguette. By the end, all three are absolutely covered in powder and the floor is littered with cans and herbs and even more flour, laughter still ringing through the halls. Miraculously, the pasta sauce and fresh pasta remained untouched.
Gavin pulls himself upright, accepting the hand Dan extended and the tomato-y kiss with a wide grin.
“I’m not cleaning this,” Meg says immediately, picking basil stems out of her hair with a grimace. “Dibs on first shower!”
“Meg, no! I already called it!”
“Race ya, bitch!”
And once again, Gavin is left alone in the kitchen, beaming fondly after them. He shakes his head, picks some Parmesan from out of his ear, and returns back to work, readying the noodles to boil. By the time both Meg and Dan return from the bathroom, the food is complete.
They kiss his temple when he returns from his own quick shower, vow to clean up so he doesn’t have to, and they all relocate to the living room. There, with Gavin sat comfortably between his partners, the shitty movie Dan put on completely ignored in favor of digging into the delicious food, moans and compliments filling the air in between bites, Gavin realizes something.
Group: GOT7 Member: Yugyeom Type: Smut Warning: sexual content!
You started off as an assistant at JYP entertainment and your job basically consisted of getting coffee, running arrands and arrange minor things like making sure the bands got everything they needed. You quickly became GOT7’s personal assistant, since they liked you and you were fun to have around. After a while, you became really good friends with them and they kind of forgot you were their assistant. There was one member in particular who even forgot you were friends.
AN: This is my first attempt at writing anything substantial in 10 years. I’m extremely terrified excited to post it. I’m happy to be getting back in the game. Please be gentle with me. Having said that, any constructive criticism is welcome. If you notice any spelling or grammatical errors (which I hope you don’t), I apologize. Feel free to point them out to me. Enjoy! And let me know what you think!
Summary: You and Howard go way back to the days of the war. Back then you had it all. A job that you thought was important, friends, even love. But, those days were a long time ago and a lot had happened since then. People important to you had died. Others had moved on with their lives. Even Howard had gotten married and had a kid. A headstrong kid he didn’t always see eye to eye with. A kid who was coming home for the weekend, unbeknownst to Howard. Could this end in anything but an argument?
(Steve x Reader mentioned)
Warnings: Language; Good, old-fashioned Stark family angst
“I think you need to check your math.”
Howard was crouched over his desk, surrounded by parts. He looked over his glasses at you, “Darling, I’m a genius. I know what I’m doing.”
“I’m thoroughly convinced that’s not true. It’s my personal belief that you never know what you’re doing. You just consistently get lucky.” You smirked, feeling as though you had the upper hand in the conversation.
“Well, you’re not entirely wrong. However, I am a genius. How long have you known me?”
“Long enough for me to know that in the time you’ve taken to argue with me, you’ve also been checking your math.” Your smirk widened into an all out grin at the defeated look on his face.
“Alright, you got me. Master spy, indeed. Do you see everything?”
You looked at him for a moment before speaking, “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“What are you doing lounging around here anyway? Shouldn’t you be off, fighting bad guys or going undercover or doing whatever it is you do exactly?” You started to answer, but he held up his hand and looked at you seriously. “I don’t actually want to know what that is.”
You rolled your eyes at him. “Oh, please. You already know what it is I do exactly, Howard. You should. You work with SHIELD, too. Don’t be so dramatic.”
“I’ll ask again, how long have you known me?” He laughed, “But really, what are you doing here?”
Request by anon: “Hey guys! The stripper series was just amazing can’t wait to see more of the other members! Can I have a scenario of Jimin and you based on this? It’s actually a couple asking each other questions and if you got it wrong, you’ll get a hickey from him and if he got it wrong, I’ll let you guys decide XD Please and thank you!”
I thought this video was actually super cute but when he started giving her hickies I was like O___o a;lskdfksdfasdkjfa okay anyway… here goes, hope you enjoy!
*note: for any answers to the questions about the reader, I will just put in a blank, and you can fill that in to whatever answer is applicable to you! Also, all of the facts about Jimin were checked with btsdiary which is a very popular and (to my understanding, the most accurate) reliable blog about the boys.*
“You want to play what?” You stared at Jimin with an incredulous expression. He did not just say what you thought he just said. Right?
“Jagiya, it’ll be fun! If one of us answers a question about one another wrong, then we give each other a hickey! I can show you how amazing of a boyfriend I am!” Jimin gave you his greasiest little smile with that irresistible dimple poking out, taking one of your hands in both of his as he fiddled with your fingers before kissing the back. You looked at him completely dumbfounded.
“Where on earth did you get an idea like that? I swear, if Namjoon-oppa was telling you and the other maknaes more naughty things about sex, I am going to kill–” Jimin giggled loudly before shaking his head cutely and gripping either side of your waist and tugging you closer to him.
“No, no, [Y/N]-ah, you only had to threaten him once to not teach us any more dirty things to do to girls, you scared the hell out of him after you heard him talking about what to do when eating a girl ou–” You smacked a hand over his grinning lips and squealed, the memory hauntingly awkward. Never again would you look at Namjoon the same. Never. “I saw a video on Youtube, jagi, of a couple playing this game, and I really wanted to try it with you. Please, yeobo? Please?” He peppered your face with kisses, smiling sneakily against your cheek when he felt your resistance crumbling as you sighed in contentment as his lips grazed over your soft skin. What were you getting yourself in to?
“Fine, fine, enough with your persuasive little nonsense, we’ll play the game. But I swear, if you make the hickey so bad that I can’t cover it, I will tell your hyungs and release the wrath of Eomma-Jin.” He gulped and nodded hastily before pecking you once on the lips and beaming widely at you.
“Thank you, thank you! This will be so fun! Okay, c’mon, let’s sit down!” Jimin practically skipped over the the unoccupied couch in the living area of the dorm, the other members fast asleep after a long, gruelling schedule that day, but Jimin’s energy never ceased to amaze you all. He tugged you along behind him until you both sat on the softened sofa, Jimin scooching closer to you so that your thighs brushed. You gulped.
Sometimes, Jimin’s grin could be terribly unsettling.
“Okay, jagi. Ladies first. Ask me any question about you, and I will impress you with my knowledge!” You giggled at his silliness as he wiggled his eyebrows, and you thought for a moment.
“Hmm… okay, oppa, what is my favorite color?” He scoffed and gave you an unimpressed look.
“[Y/N], that’s so easy! ______.” You nodded in approval, and waited for him to ask you a question in return. “What’s your oppa’s favorite two colors?” You thought for a moment before it hit you.
“Ah! Light blue and…black!” He smiled brightly and cooed at you affectionately.
“Aw, my baby is so good to me!” He gave you a sweet kiss on the lips, lingering for just slightly longer than necessary as his soft, smooth mouth pressed to yours, before pulling back. “Okay, your turn!”
“Okay. What is my favorite song by Bangtan?” They had quite a few that you really deemed as your favorites, but you couldn’t help but facepalm at his answer.
“Pssh, all of them!” He watched for you reaction excitedly, but looked dejected when you were not entertained. “Okay, okay, um… _____?”
“Well, I have a lot of favorites, but that’s definitely one of them, so I guess I can let it slide.” He smiled again before coming up with a question.
He grinned deviously, and suddenly, you were very, very nervous. That was not a reassuring look. “[Y/N]-ah, what is my dream superpower?” You furrowed your eyebrows; shit, you totally knew this…
“Um… to… to fly! Yeah, to fly!” He stared blankly at you. You swallowed thickly. Uh oh.
“No… it’s to speak with dogs or animals!”
He giggled as he bent over wordlessly to nibble into the ticklish spot of your neck without warning, playfully sucking the skin as you tried not to screech at the unbearably tickling sensation. He teased his tongue over the sensitive spot, only making you laugh harder as the tingles had your chest feeling light and fuzzy, and he coyly bit down on the flesh once more, shaking his head just the tiniest bit to tug the skin, before releasing it, your breaths coming heavily as you tried to calm yourself down from the attack, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the now-tender spot.
“You’re cute, jagi,” He nudged you, a faint blush heating his skin as he complimented how downright precious you were when being tickled. He was powerless around you, really.
Respiration still heavily increased in its intensity and speed, you smiled back at him, aftershock-giggles bubbling to your lips as you tried desperately to think of a good one for him while slowing your rapid heart rate. “Okay, oppa, my turn now!” Finally, you were finding the fun in the game, and were even getting a bit excited. You swore, Jimin’s happiness and excitement was just so contagious. “Let’s see…what is my favorite food?”
He thinks for a moment, cheekily tapping his chin with his finger as he grinned sillily at you, before he comes to his conclusion. “[Y/N]’s favorite food is ______!”
Damn, you thought, he was good at this.
Then a wide smirk spread across his lips, and he forcefully gripped your chin in his hand, tilting your head back as you stared at him in awe.
“Jagi, what’s my favorite thing to do with you?” You looked at him weirdly, very confused by the mischievous glint in his eye.
“Um… I don’t know, to snuggle?” He did really enjoy a good cuddle…
Then, however, he was leaning over you.
Against your neck, he moved his lips as he spoke. “Wrong answer, [Y/N]. It’s… to… tease…” Licking the skin beneath your jaw between each word had you trembling. Before you could protest, he was kissing your neck, grazing his thick lips over the sensitive skin and beginning to graze his teeth over the vein running along the side of your throat. Your heart beat began to increase in pace and you heard yourself gasp as he sunk his teeth into the tender flesh, suckling the skin simultaneously as he began hovering over you to gnaw and nibble a bit harder. His tongue poked out from between his sinfully lush lips to circle the area he was torturing, and he abruptly released the skin of your neck with a slick sound as he pulled away with a greasy little glimmer in his eye. His lips were flushed. Your thighs were shaking.
“…yeah, that one is not going to be easy to hide.” He began to laugh loudly as you gawked at him and flung a pillow at his head, but he easily dodged it. “Your turn!” You tried to regain your composure as you thought of a good question for revenge.
“What is my favorite movie?” His eyes widened when he realized that this was not something that had ever really come up between the two of you. His thoughts swam as he searched your eyes for an answer, his gaze pleading.
“Jagiya! No fair, we haven’t even talked about that!” You smiled evilly and shrugged. “Ugh, fine. Um… pass?” You shrugged again, feigning nonchalance until you suddenly pounced on him without warning, causing him to caw out in shock as you tackled him on the couch. Before he could register what was happening, your hand was tugging down the collar to his oversized shirt, and you sealed your lips over his sensitive collarbone with nothing but vengeful playback in mind.
He squeaked a bit at the first contact of your hot mouth against his skin, but then he was gasping, a few stray shudders wracking his body, and groaning low in the back of his throat at the tantalizing touch of your tongue to the thin skin over his clavicle. You tangled a hand into his hair to angle his head back just the tiniest bit, exposing more of the erogenous zone to your mercy and you licked a thick stripe from the base of his throat to the spot just behind his ear. You flicked the lobe with your tongue and his hands flew to your hips, gripping tightly. You hummed against his skin; he tasted like Jimin– something between subtle saltiness, a manly musk, and a spicy but clean cologne that made your tastebuds tingle.
As you dragged your lips back down to the location of the hickey, you began to suckle the flesh once again, darkening the bruise even more and making sweet Jimin breathe out a raspy “fuck”. Just as you scraped your teeth over the overstimulated skin, you froze at the sound of a voice that was definitely not coming from the man before you..
“Hyung, what are you–” Jungkook’s eyes were wide, one fist still covering the left one that he had been tiredly rubbing just seconds ago. He stared at you both, dumbfounded by the dark spots across both of your skin and your body practically straddling Jimin’s with your lips against his exposed chest, hair mussed.
“Erm,” he coughed, “I don’t know what you two are doing, but I’m just going to … yeah. Not on the couch, Jimin, that’s nasty.” Both of your faces flamed up with a dusting of shame over your cheeks, and Jimin hurriedly tried sputtering an explanation of the game to the maknae, who did not look convinced.
When Jungkook finally left, waving off Jimin’s pleas to believe him and that ‘oh my god, no, we weren’t going to… do that on the couch!’, Jimin looked up at you blankly for a moment.
Then the world was spinning and you were being pressed into the cushions of the couch, a pile of puppy-like Jimin above you.
Okay, this is VERY old and I forgot to publish l a ughs, but WEEPS I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH Thank you so so so much for sending in this to me!! When I look at simple stuff like this, it helps to brighten my day!! And this is so important to me, to be able to smile like that, you have no idea!
The remainder of the night went much like you had expected.
“Why did she look like I was the scum of the Earth?” Bucky’s head was in your lap, your fingers running gently through his hair
“I don’t know, Buck.” you stared at the ceiling “Some women aren’t accustomed to a wing-lady. Her loss, not yours.”
Bucky groaned loudly and turned towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face is your stomach.
You giggled and leaned your head back on the couch, “You know I don’t understand you when you do this”
You felt him roll back over but before you could react, his hand was on your face.
“Look at me.”
You did as instructed and immediately felt your heart clench. You were never one to believe in love at first sight, but with Bucky Barnes…it was instant. The first day you met him was still perfectly clear in your mind, like it had only happened yesterday.
Sam had brought you to the compound for one of Tony’s pool parties. Having mentally prepared yourself before hand, you weren’t expecting to make a fool out of yourself upon meeting the Avengers. Then he appeared in front of you; fresh out of the pool, water dripping from his hair and down his chest, his metal arm sending a glare directly into your eyes.
You quickly shielded your face from the blinding light; but hearing him apologize had you dropping your hand again. You couldn’t even respond. Whatever greeting you had been meaning to say was stuck in your throat. The wheels in your brain weren’t turning, your lungs weren’t functioning properly, and it felt like lightening was repeatedly striking your heart.
From that moment on, you were done. Bucky, of course, didn’t know that. Aa far as you knew, he was completely oblivious. Everyone was.
“Hey.” Bucky’s voice brought you back again
“Ugh sorry, Buck. What’d you say?” you smiled down at him and started playing with his hair again
“I said you’re great. Everyone deserves a wing-lady like you.” he leaned up to kiss your cheek before pushing himself off the couch and stumbling to his room
And just like that, your heart was clenching again; this time for a different reason. Would he ever see you the way you see him? Would he ever even realize how you felt? Probably not. You were obviously not his type.
There was always flirting between you two, but that was just the way you were. Your personality often got you into a few awkward situations where men thought you were interested but you were really just being friendly.
You got up slowly from the couch, fully intending on going to bed, but Bucky’s bedroom door was wide open. Of course you took the chance to peek inside. He was laying face first on his bed, his jeans and shoes still on. You shook your head and tiptoed inside.
“Bucky…Buck.” you poked his shoulder trying to stir him awake
He groaned and rolled over, his eyes barely opening as his looked up at you, “Hey.”
“Hey. You need to take your clothes off, Buck.” you immediately regretted how the words came out
His eyes slowly opened all the way, “I didn’t know you wanted to see me naked.”
You ignored him and made your way to the end of the bed so you could take off his shoes for him.
“Why didn’t you ask before?”
Looking up you saw him propped up on his elbows watching you, “What are you talking about?”
He giggled drunkenly, “My clothes? You could have asked me to take them off earlier. I wouldn’t have minded.”
You couldn’t breathe, “Bucky, stop, you’re drunk. You probably don’t even know who you’re talking to.”
“Mmhmm…yea, I do.” his voice sounded so childish, “Maybe tomorrow.”
“Maybe tomorrow what?”
Bucky had laid back down now, his arms over his head, “Maybe you’ll want to get naked with me tomorrow.”
Before you could even think of a response, Bucky’s quiet snores filled the space between you.