Alright guys it’s finally done I finished the last chapter and I can’t believe that it’s finally complete! I hope you guys like it and I’m so happy that you guys read this all the way through and I hope you enjoyed my writing. I’m going to be working on something else next but I don’t know how long it’s going to be so we’ll see. Until then, enjoy! ^-^
“Chat.” She says looking up at his smiling form. “Come in, I- we need to talk.”
“Don’t mind if I do princess.” He says, jumping down from the roof and onto her bed. “Though, I must admit I have missed seeing your lovely fa-”
She interrupts the rest of his sentence by pulling him into a deep embracing and placing her lips onto his. He stands shocked for a few minutes before melting into the kiss and pulling her closer to him. The both of them stay like that for a while, letting the warmth and comfort of each other envelop them before pulling away slightly and looking the other in the eyes.
◦ request: Can I request a FWB fic with jimin or jungkook? Smut and fluff :) I love the way you write, it’s different from many that just focuses on smut and your characters feel so real? You’re amazing 💕💕
It took until you were falling apart with guilt before you realized that you had to stop.
You stood before the door, mapping out your dialogue and fixing the tone of your voice in your head. You straightened out your shirt and played the scenario in your head. You imagined his reaction, then your own. He would probably need space after this. You brought your shaky hand to the knob and opened the door.
“Hey,” he smirked. “It’s early. I wasn’t expecting your call fo–"
“This,” you interrupted, your voice steady, just as you had practiced. “This thing we are doing– it has to stop.”
Jimin nodded as he walked through the door and shut it behind himself. He kicked his shoes off and threw his coat over the back of a chair.
“I-I can’t do this anymore.” You said, your voice more desperate than you had intended. This whole thing was becoming more than it was supposed to be.
It didn’t actually seem like he was paying attention because he just tossed his jacket to the side and peeled his shirt off. “I totally understand.”
And I have returned! Sorry this one took a while but things happened lately that got me pretty distracted since the last update. To make it up I made this one pretty long and made sure to include some cute moments. This chapter is a pretty important one so I wanted to make sure I got it just right. Hope you enjoy and here is part 4. Also I’m gonna see if I can get this on A03 soon so I’ll let you guys know when that happens.
Marinette’s finger hovers over the doorbell as she looks up at the large mansion standing before her. She looks around her to see if Alya or Nino had arrived yet only to be disappointed by the lack of their presence.
She really doesn’t have anyone else to blame but herself, she was so anxious about going over today that she only grabbed a snack from her house and her bag and left. Now that she was early though she really doesn’t have a choice but to go at this alone for a while.
She looks at her phone screen while debating whether or not to just wait around the house for Alya and Nino to show up before letting out a sigh and putting it away.
“Come on Marinette.” She tells herself. “You can handle being alone with him for a few minutes.”
Well I finally found the time to post this on my computer! Here’s a late christmas gift for @lots-of-determination I hope you like it and enjoy the amount of sin I tried to put in here! If anyone wants to listen to the song you can click on the link other than that enjoy this marichat drabble.
Every night for the past few months he’s come back to this familiar terrace only to fall back in her arms. It’s a quarter past two when he finds himself sitting back on that rooftop, and like clockwork she climbs up her ladder and allows him to crawl down into her room.
They’re a flurry of hands and messy kisses as he pulls her closer to his body and she intertwines her fingers in his hair. Her lips are latched onto his and with every move he makes her kisses grow more frantic and desperate. He moves away from her mouth and begins to trail down her jawline and into the crook of her neck. He hears her intake of breath as he moves his mouth further down to her collarbone and pulls her closer to him. Her legs wrap around his waist and he pins her against the wall while she begins to nibble on his ear impatiently.
Your phone chimed at the texting from Ashton. Knowing what he meant you quickly replied that you would be over in ten minutes. You briskly changed into something easy to change out of and drove over to his apartment. As you took the familiar route to his building, you let your mind wander. You thought back on how your arrangement with Ashton had started.
“Hey Ash?” You asked trying to get your best friends attention.
“What?” He asked not bothering to look up from his phone.
“Wanna be fuckbuddies?” You asked bluntly getting straight to the point.
Ashton, who had been taking a sip of water nearly choked. “What?” He exclaimed, shocked.
“Listen okay, I’ve been thinking. We both don’t want a relationship right now and we already know a trust each other. It seems simpler that we sleep with each other rather than sleep with strangers.” You explained your reasoning, not mentioning the fact that you had always found him hit to begin with.
Ashton looked at you for a minute. You had been friends with him for years now. See he’d always found you attractive, and there were plenty of times where he found himself thinking of you wen he was alone, but he never acted on his fantasies you were always friend. Besides he knew he could never be a good enough boyfriend to you. Ashton didn’t do that mushy romantic stuff very well, when you were a walking rom-com, but Ashton knew he could do more than good enough when it came to sex.
He looked at you to see you staring at him anxiously. “One condition.” He held up a finger to further show his point. “If one of us starts to feel something more than romantic towards the other we end it. I’m not losing my best friend over sex.” He explained. You nodded in agreement, suddenly realizing that through out he exchange your face had been gradually getting closer to Ashton’s, the tension between you two so thick and so overwhelming you could barely breathe.
You looked into Ashton’s eyes wordlessly asking him if he was sure. He quickly pressed his lips against yours in response. The kiss was hungry and passionate your fingers somehow found their way to his curls and his large hands were teasing the skin beneath your thin shirt. The rest is history.
I can’t help it
But I can’t stand the
In the morning
You’re not holding onto me
You were standing outside his door about to knock when something stopped you. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to go in, you did. You just wanted to be able to go in and put on cheesy movie and cuddle with Ashton, but that wasn’t an option. You either had sex with Ashton or you hung out with him and maybe watched a movie, but you did not cuddle. Friends don’t cuddle. ‘Fuckbuddies’ don’t cuddle. Boyfriends cuddle their girlfriend because they have romantic feelings for each other. You Ashton don’t have those feelings, at least Ashton doesn’t. You on the other hand were a completely different
“Hey Y/N what’s up?” Ashton answered your call his voice sounding chipper like a ray of sunshine.
“A-Ash my d-dad he-.” You struggled to get the words out
“What? Did something happen? What do you need?” He questioned his voice taking on a worried edge. He knew you were very close with your father.
“He’s in the hospital. Oh God! Ashton, I can’t- I” you struggled to get the words out, choking on your own sobs desperate to be by your mothers side in this time of trouble.
“Why are you? I’ll drive you too him.” He offered, climbing into his car as he spoke. You blubbered out your address to him in between sobs. Soon enough you saw his car pull up and a familiar mop of curly hair pop out of the door as Ashton made his way to where you stood and he hugged you. The pair of you stood there while you cried in his arms, when he pulled away he moved you towards his car and opened the door for you before getting in himself and driving off the hospital you father was at.
For the next few hours Ashton stayed by your side while you and you mother waited to hear more about your father. He kept his around you nearly the entire time giving you a shoulder to cry on. You father ended up being okay, but that weekend you saw Ashton as more than friend or causal fuck. You saw him as a person who would drop anything to be there for you or to protect you at all costs. that was the moment you fell hopelessly in love with you best friend, Ashton Irwin. You broken the one rule, and now you cared to much to lose him. This was the moment you vowed never to tell your unrequited love of your feelings.
Tell me what’s the point of doin’ this every night
What you’re giving me
Is nothing but a heartless lullaby
Gonna kill my dreams, oh
This is the last time
Baby, make up your mind
You finally knocked on door, it flung open and Ashton quickly pulled inside. He urge away from you to lock the door before hungrily attaching his lips to yours. He moved you until your back was against the wall, all the while never breaking the kiss. His hands roamed from your face to your neck briefly clutching your breasts through your bra. His hands moved to your thighs and lightly squeezed them, before pulling away from the kiss and whispering in your ear.
“Jump.” He commanded pressing a kiss and nibbling your earlobe. His touches sending shock waves through your body like a chemical reaction. He moved his attention to your neck, effortlessly finding your sweet spot. God, he knew how to make you weak in the knees. You obeys and wrapped your legs around his waist tangling you hands in his hair, roughly pulling it as you moaned out from at his assault on your neck. He rolled his hips against yours making you feel his erection through his sweatpants, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.
Bringing yourself back into reality you remembering you needed to stop this, you had to confess. “A-Ashton I-” you tried to speak but he cut you off with a kiss.
“Please,” his voice sounding all of a sudden weak. You quickly realized that your faves were wet. He has been crying. “Please- can we just talk later. I-I need this right now.” You quickly complied reattaching your lips to his with no questions asked. You moved your hands underneath his shirt and lifted it up before breaking away from his lips to lift it up over his head. You quickly threw the material on the floor and touched his, now exposed muscles and toned chest. You ran your hands down his abs and traced his v-line. “Ash, let’s take this in bedroom” you said to him breathlessly. Before untangling your legs from his waist and grabbing his hand. Taking him down the familiar hall to his room, not failing to notice the wedding invitation from his ex on the table. She was marrying the guy she cheated on Ashton with, understanding his mood you just kept walking.
Ashton was rougher than usual that night, not that you minded. Just it was almost like he was taking out all of his aggression on you, but there was one moment you almost thought you heard him mutter something along the lines of “You’re so perfect.” You just shook it off, probably just hearing things. Yet the idea of him telling him telling you your perfect, it made you want him to whisper sweet nothings in your ear during your intimate moments. It made you wish he wouldn’t fuck you, but make love to you instead. It made you realize you wanted, no you needed more than then emotionless relationship you already had. It meant you had to tell Ashton how you felt even though it meant you might lose him.
“Cause I can’t keep sleeping in your bed
If you keep messing with my head
Before I slip under your sheets
Can you give me something please
I can’t keep touching you like this
If it’s just temporary bliss
Just temporary bliss
In those moments where you and Ashton were lying there after you both finished it’s almost as if you’re a couple, still connected with a comfortable silence hanging in the air. The sounds of both of your heavy breathing filling the room, but it’s over quickly as Ashton pulls away and moves to clean himself up leaving you lying in the a mess of sheets and emotions.
This was the last time. You let your self memorize every curve of his skin, every noise he made. This was the last time you could handle it. You knew you would break if you went one more round. Ashton came back into the room clad in a pair of old sweatpants, he went over to his draw and threw you an old t-shirt to put on. You quickly put on the shirt trying not to focus on how it smelled like him. This was it you had to tell him.
"Ashton I-” you stopped yourself taking a deep breathe before continuing. “I can’t do this anymore.”
He looked at you, his expression became one of confusion that could almost be mistaken for sadness, but you knew better than to think that. “What are you talking about Y/N” he asked walking over to where you were seating on his bed.
“I broke our rule.” You explained. “I thought I could keep doing this, but it hurts too much. I’m sorry Ashton.” Your voice was skating by the end. You stood up and gathered your clothes knowing that your couldn’t stay. You quickly got dressed, leaving his shirt on before going to his door.
“Where are you going?” He asked getting up to stand in front of you, as if he was going to stop you if you took another step. “Because I figured we could order pizza or something after we did this whole rom-com moment.” He flashed you his perfect smile, that normally would have you jumping back into his arms. “I can’t lose you Y/N.” his tone took a serious edge and he leaned closer to you, looking into your eyes as if he was looking into your soul.
“Do you love me Ashton?” You asked. Waiting for him to respond, but the question just sat there lingering in the air as he said nothing.
“Then I need to go.” You grabbed the handle and walked out into the hall, blinking back tears and the urge to look back. Just as. You reached the elevator you heard rapid footsteps coming from behind you. When you turned to see what the noise was you were pulling into someone’s arms, you looked up and saw Ashton staring down at you. He didn’t say anything, all he did was pull you even closer and bring your lips to his.
The kiss said everything he couldn’t and more. It was hungry, adoring, passionate, and beautiful. Ashton broke away staring at you with so much love and emotion and said “I’ve been in love with you for so long and I don’t know why I’m only realizing it now that your walking away, but all I know is that you can’t leave now. You can’t leave me I will do everything to make this work. You deserve so much better than me, but I need you. I’ll stop functioning if you get on that elevator, so please! Let me try and deserve you because I love you.” He finished breathlessly, each word dripping with emotion.
“Really?” You said “because if you’re not sure then this would really suck.” You explained your voice still shaking and your cheeks wet with fresh tears.
All Ashton did was kiss you again, this one was firmer as if he was more sure of himself. He kissed you and told you he loved you with his lips, he reassured you and made you feel at home in that kiss. You never wanted it to end. “Does that answer your question?” He smirked at you, before grabbing your hand and pulling you back into his apartment and into the next chapter of your love story.