Prompt - AU where Peter is a high school AP Physics teacher and Y/N is the Anatomy teacher and all their students ship them but they’re too awkward to notice the other one crushing on them, so the students take it into their own hands.
Warning - some vulgar language. extreme cuteness. teen!Avengers :)))
A/N: btw the narration in this fic might seem a little salty, but that’s only cause I’m really salty right now about some stuff.
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“Can you overgrown children give me like five minutes of peace?” She tells her overbearing students, they groan.
“But mom!” Her most annoying student shouted, she rolls her eyes at the boy. Her students had made a habit of calling her mom and it was by far very annoying.
“Tony, you call me mom one more damn time-”
“Ooh! She said damn, that’s a bad word!” Another one of her troublemaking students shouted from the back of the class.
“If it’s a bad word, then why would you say it, Barnes?” She retorted, the boy deflated and sat back down. His boyfriend, Steve, laughing and trying to comfort him as his classmates laughed.
“You guys are high school seniors. I did not sign up to be a teacher to babysit a bunch of five year olds,” she complained, everyone in the class knew she was joking. She was just as rowdy and annoying as they were, it’s why this particular class was her favorite.
“Come on, Ms. Y/L/N, you know you love us,” Natasha, a troublemaking redhead sitting with her feet up on the desk, said with a barely noticeable smirk on her face.
“No you’re wrong. You’re all terrible and I hate you,” Y/N lied as she took a sip from her cup of coffee that sat on top of a pile of papers.
“YOU LOVE US!” Screamed Tony and Clint at the same time, jumping up from their seats and running up to her desk to hug her.
She couldn’t hide her smile then. Sure they were all extremely annoying and loud, but then again so was she.
“Actually no. You know who she does love?” Natasha starts, a smirk rising on her face.
The whole class quiets for a few seconds before they all yell out.
A red blush rises on Y/N’s cheeks at the mention of the AP Physics and Calculus teacher, Peter Parker. She tried to deny it every single time, but her students knew better.
“Oh come on guys, not this again!” She whines, and throws her head in an exaggerated exasperated groan.
Ever since Peter had been hired as the new Physics teacher, the students almost immediately began ‘shipping’ them together. The two of them had became close friends in the blink of an eye seeing as they were both huge science nerds, their students saw this. Continuously teasing the both of them about their crushes. Both of them trying their best to deny, but neither of them could lie well enough to a bunch of teenagers who knew and understood the signs of a crush.
“We will bring this up as many times as we can until you guys realize that there’s some major amor going on,” Sam says from the far right row of the class, chewing on his mechanical pencil as he not so discreetly tried to finish his Spanish homework before the bell rang.
The class agreed with him.
“Alright fine, we’ll play it like that. How about I bring up the topic of your grades?” She laughs as the majority of the class starts to beg her not to continue.
“That’s what I thought!” She shouts, laughing loudly at the defeated faces of her students.
For the remainder of the class they reviewed the cardiovascular system for the test they were going to have next class.
The bell rings and the bustling students jumped around in excitement for lunch, “Bye Ms. Y/L/N!” they all shouted.
“Get out! Go to lunch!” She jokingly yells, they laugh and push each other out of the classroom.
Y/N smiles to herself and begins to grade papers from another class.
“Ms. Y/L/N?” She hears a voice say, she looks up and turns her head to see the only freshman student in her class full of seniors.
“Wanda, what are you still doing here? You should be at lunch,” she says in a concerned tone.
“I know but I have a test in European History that I have to study for, and I wanted to ask something of you,” she explains.
“Oh that’s right, I forgot, you have all senior classes. What can I help you with?”
“Could I get some extra credit or something to raise up my grade? I have a college interview in a few days and they’ll be looking at my grades,” the girl asks, clutching her history textbook in her hands.
“Wanda, you already have an A in this class…”
“Yeah, I know but it’s a 99% because of that B that I got on the quiz about the systemic and pulmonary circuits, I was distracted that day,” she wasn’t directly saying it but she was begging for another chance, and Y/N didn’t need any more pressing from her pleading student.
“Do you want to retake the quiz? I doubt you’ll get another B,” she offers, Wanda’s eyes light up.
“Yes please!” Y/N chuckles at the young girl's’ enthusiasm and rummages through some folders for an empty sheet of the specific quiz.
She finds it and hands it to Wanda who hurriedly grabs it and sits at the nearest desk. Wanda finishes the quiz in minutes before finally scribbling her name and class period on top. Y/N grades her paper in front of her, and to no one’s surprise, she got a perfect 100.
“Oh my god, what a surprise…” Y/N mumbles, Wanda giggles to herself.
The door opens and the two women turn to look at the door.
There Mr. Parker stood at the doorway holding a bag of food that smelled strongly of New York takeout, he saw Wanda standing in front of Y/N’s desk and blushed.
“Should I come back or…?” He trails off.
“No need Mr. Parker, I was just leaving. Thanks Ms. Y/L/N!” Wanda says as she begins to walk to the door.
Peter walks into the room and sets the food down on the desk. Y/N looks behind Peter to see Wanda giving her an enthusiastic thumbs up, then pointing at both Y/N and Peter and making a heart with her fingers. Y/N got up and removed her sneaker before chucking it at the girl, Wanda dodged it and quickly left the class.
Her unmistakable laughter bouncing off the walls of the hallway.
Y/N sat back down to see Peter looking at her weirdly. “What was that about?” He asked opening the container of takeout food, Y/N blushed immensely.
Wanda runs into the lunchroom in search of her friends, the seniors.
They sat in their usual table, eating away at the chicken wings that were being served today.
“Guys! Guys!” She shouts as she nears the table, they turn their heads to look at their freshman friend.
“Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Parker are in her class right now eating lunch together! He bought her food!” She yells excitedly, the table gasps.
“Seriously?!” Natasha exclaims.
“We’re gonna go spy on them, right?” Clint asks, licking the ketchup off his fingers and wiping his hands on his pants.
They all snuck out of the lunchroom without getting caught and made their way to Ms. Y/L/N’s classroom. The door had a little rectangular window for them to see through, it wasn’t big enough for all of them but luckily Clint had special access to the school’s air ducts.
Especially the one in Ms. Y/LN’s classroom.
He unlocked his phone and FaceTimed Natasha and pointed the camera at the future couple. Outside of the classroom, the group crowded around Natasha and her phone. They all quieted down and watched the two awkwardest and nerdiest people in the world attempt to have a conversation without mentioning science and or Star Wars.
Both of them failing miserably.
They had somehow gotten into an incredibly deep conversation about Star Wars conspiracy theories.
“Oh my god, these fucking nerds!” Tony whispers, the rest of the group agrees.
“We gotta do something or they’re gonna spiral into a never ending conversation about Darth motherfucking Vader,” Steve says, Bucky nods agreeing with his hunky beefcake.
“Yeah, someone text Barnes and tell him to do something about this…whatever this is,” Bucky says waving his hand for emphasis.
Tony quickly pulls out his phone, his thumbs running over the screen in a blur. A few seconds later, his eyes read a message on the screen.
“He wrote, ‘On it ;)’.”
They all began to silently think of what Clint had in store for their two favorite teachers.
In the air duct, Clint quietly pulled two small rocks from his pocket. He had been planning on throwing them at some kid who messed with him earlier but this was more important.
The air duct he was hiding in was directly above Y/N’s desk but both her and Peter were facing away from him so this was the perfect opportunity.
“So I wanted to ask you something and excuse me if it makes you uncomfortable, but…do your students say anything about us…you know– uh, liking each other?” Peter asks, Y/N almost chokes on her teriyaki chicken but hides it with a strong cough.
“Ehh sometimes, why do you ask?” She lies straight through her teeth and hides her blush by looking down at her lap.
“Well, because-uh they’re always telling me that you…have a crush on me, and that apparently it’s pretty obvious…”
Her hands were now numb and she wanted to disintegrate into thin air.
‘No shit, you fucking idiot,’ she thought.
“Uhh well, I-I wouldn’t say obvious b-but, I mean-” she couldn’t think of anything to say and now she really wanted to die.
Clint couldn’t watch his favorite teacher suffer anymore so he slowly and quietly opens the air duct by removing the detachable air grille.
He throws the first rock at the door, the two teachers turn to the door thinking that someone had knocked. Y/N stands up to open the door, she looks through the little window but when she sees no one she turns back.
Then, Clint throws the second rock right into Peter’s shirt causing him to stand up and spill chicken fried rice covered in soy sauce all down Y/N’s t-shirt.
“Oh shit, fuck! I’m sorry!” He exclaimed trying to apologize.
He grabbed a few napkins and tried to wipe off the soy sauce stains but only making it worse.
“No, i-it’s fine it-”
“I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t mean-”
Both were too flustered to let one another finish their sentence. By now Peter wasn’t wiping anything except for her chest, it took a few seconds for both of them to notice exactly what he was touching.
The blushing idiots finally decided to pull away from each other, and chuckle nervously at their current situation.
“Come on, come on.” Natasha mumbles under her breath as her and the group continue to watch from her phone.
Y/N and Peter were now pretending that the whole thing didn’t happen but the stain on Y/N’s light gray shirt said otherwise. Finally, the two of them mustered up enough confidence to actually say something intelligent.
“Would you like to go out sometime?” They asked simultaneously.
They both chuckle nervously, “I know it’s not the best time to ask, but…I-I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while and I just didn’t know if you…”
She smiles, “Well I do, and I’d love to go out with you.”
At that moment, the group started cheering completely forgetting that the hallway echoed.
“Yes OTP!” Sam shouts, almost immediately slapping his hand over his mouth.
“What the hell?” Y/N mumbles and walks over to the door, seeing their teachers walk toward them the entire group got up and hauled ass back to the lunchroom, the sound of shoes squeaking and stomping on the floor along with the loud swears coming from the teenagers themselves could be heard from inside the classroom.
Clint watching them run on his phone cursed out loud, “Shit!” he said, his eyes widened.
Both Peter and Y/N turned to the vent, “Wha-Clint!” Y/N yelled when she realized what was happening.
There was no point in being quiet now, Clint shimmied down the vent before his teacher crawled in after him.
Peter and Y/N stood there helpless.
“I’m gonna kill them.”
The next day when the matchmakers walked into Calculus, a class that Peter taught, they all sat next to each other. Being the only people in the school that knew that the two teachers that everyone has been shipping were finally together had its advantages. They’ve been trading test answers for gossip all morning.
The school was bustling with the news.
Y/N Y/L/N and Peter Parker were finally together.
Even Principal Fury and Assistant Principal Hill were excited about it.
When Peter sees them sitting innocently in their seats, he turns to them.
“I don’t know whether to say thank you or goodbye, she was pretty angry.”
“Ah, she’ll get over it once you give her that good nerd loving,” Sam jokes, Peter blushes and a tries to hide a very noticeable smile.
“Ew dude, that’s our mom you’re talking about,” Tony says.
Clint perks up.
“Speaking of mom, we’re not calling you dad.”
A/N: I had way too much fun with this. This was mostly about the teen!Avengers, but honestly I live for that AU.
Summary: After playfully sending suggestive pictures to Chris right before he presents at the Oscars you realize that you are in for the night of your life.
Author’s Notes: This wasn’t planned. I had no idea Chris was going to wear a velvet bowtie to the Oscars. I’m basically CEvans Trash. I literally just wrote this – instead of watching the freaking Oscars – so if there are any ridiculous grammar errors – please forgive me… I am tired and hormonal. This is probably trash, ha!
I tagged those of you that liked my initial post asking about this (along with some others). Soo yeah…..
You hummed to yourself absentmindedly as you applied the
rest of your makeup. Chris had promised his mom that he would take her to the
Oscars this year, and you had agreed that it was a good idea. After the show
was over you were to meet up with him to go to the after parties – which, let’s
face it, were always the best part of the night. As you rapped your knuckles
lightly on the bathroom countertop your phone dinged – alerting you to an
incoming message. You reached for it as you finished putting on your lipstick.
Of course it was from Chris.
“Miss you beautiful. Can’t wait to show you off to
everyone.” You couldn’t help but smile at this. Of course he would send you
something sweet. He had panicked that you would be upset about not going with
him to the show, but you had assured him over and over that it was fine.
You had watched him get ready earlier that afternoon – the
sight of him in his fitted suit and velvet tie had left your panties soaked.
While you had secretly hoped for a quickie before he left for the show you had
reasoned with yourself that there wasn’t time. Even the thought of the way he
looked caused the tingling between your legs to start again. You checked the
time on your cellphone before smiling. If the show was running on time Chris
would be presenting within the next five minutes – you turned towards the
television playing in the hotel bedroom for confirmation that the scheduling
had not gone askew. It hadn’t and you couldn’t help but think how perfect the
timing was. You were still only wearing your lingerie – not willing to wear your
beautiful dress in fear of getting makeup on it. You positioned your hand over
your panties, suggestively touching yourself, and formed a pout before snapping
“Wishing you could give me a hand.” You texted as you sent
the picture. You could tell by your notifications that he had immediately seen
it and you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you sat your phone down and
finished getting ready.
“Jesus Christ,” Chris muttered
to himself as he opened your text.
“Everything okay?” Someone
beside him asked.
“Oh yeah… yeah,” he nervously blundered as he secured his
phone safely back into his pocket. He was due to go on national television any
minute, and was now also secretly praying that he could quell his body’s
response to your text long enough to present. He chuckled nervously to himself.
He knew you had done it on purpose. He had told you when his presentation was,
and who it was after so you wouldn’t miss it. “I swear to god, Y/N. You’re
going to be the death of me,” he mumbled to himself as he pinched the bridge of
“Mr. Evans are you sure you’re
okay?” A stagehand asked nervously.
“Never been better!” He announced a little too
enthusiastically. Causing his co-presenter to jump beside me.
“Great… you are on in five….four…”
That was fine – he thought to himself – two could certainly
play this game and payback was going to be a bitch.
You were nervous. After your text you had never received a
response from Chris, but you were sure that he had saw it. Initially you had
laughed during his presentation. He seemed maybe just a little flustered – most
people wouldn’t have noticed, but most people hadn’t taken him to bed before
either. As you exited the limousine you looked around nervously – nearly jumping
out of your skin when a warm arm wrapped itself around your waist.
“Hey Babe,” he whispered into your ear – giving you a quick
peck on the cheek. You looked up at him and he graced you with one his dazzling
smiles. It was only when you really looked into his eyes that you realized he
had definitely seen the picture, had certainly reacted to it, and the game was
totally on. You swallowed hard – trying to bottle up your excitement as he
smirked at you while you walked towards the entrance of the venue. “Just for
the record,” he whispered – his beard tickling your ear – “I had to masturbate
in the bathroom during the Academy Awards, because of you.” He gave your ass a
quick slap which caused you to straighten up in surprise. You couldn’t help but
smirk back at him – this was certainly going to be a night to remember.
“Sebby!” Chris shouted as he waived Sebastian over to your
table. Sebastian said his hellos before taking a seat between Jeremy and Chris.
“What was up with you tonight?” Sebastian asked with a
smirk. His eyes seemed to twinkle with humor as he offered you a wink.
“What do you mean?” Chris asked as he tried his hardest to
keep a straight face – failing miserably.
“You seemed a little flustered is all,” Sebastian shrugged
as he laughed. “Can’t imagine what would cause Chris to lose his cool,” he
added to which Jeremy chuckled.
“I was a little distracted by something,” Chris added seriously
as he turned his gaze to you. You knew the more his friends joked the more you
were going to pay once you were alone with him.
You smiled shyly as you brought a glass of wine to your
lips. “I guess you need to work on that babe,” you shrugged before turning your
attention back to your conversation with Jeremy’s wife.
The following hours seemed uneventful – at least where Chris’s
revenge was concerned. You gushed over celebrities like Emma Stone, as he
politely introduced you – never taking his eyes off of you as you interacted
with his friends. Everyone continued to drink – the alcohol seemed endless.
Each time a bottle was finished at least two more arrived to replace it.
“Everyone should be dancing!”
Sebastian declared as he rose from his chair.
“Oh come on man,” Chris muttered as he shook his head. His
face was tinged pink from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. “I don’t know
if I can even stand right now,” he laughed.
“Y/N?” Sebastian asked as he offered you his hand. You took
it willingly looking over his shoulder to see Chris’s reaction. He was watching
you like a hawk – good.
You left the table with Sebastian hand-in-hand. Out of all
of Chris’s friends you liked Sebastian the best – probably because you had
known him before you had ever met Chris. “You are going to have hell to pay,”
Seb laughed as you danced against him.
“A girl can only hope,” you laughed as you smirked in Chris’s
direction. He was already rising from his chair – his eyes trained only on you
and his best friend.
“That didn’t take long,” Sebastian laughed as Chis meandered
his way through the crowd. As he neared Sebastian shouted, “She’s all yours,”
before laughing and walking back to the table where everyone else had stayed.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Chris muttered
into your ear as he pulled you roughly into him. He placed his hands on your
hips –guiding them to grind into him as you felt his growing erection. “You
kill me,” he muttered breathlessly against your neck. You could feel the
wetness between your legs grow as he continued to harden against your contact.
The feeling caused you to let out a soft moan. “Oh do you like that,” he
whispered seductively into your ear.
“Yes,” you responded
breathlessly. “Chris, I…” but he cut you off.
“Follow me,” he demanded as he took your hand, guiding you
towards one of the many private bathrooms. Being a celebrity had its perks – at
least you had a room to yourself.
You sighed as Chris looked the bathroom door behind him. You
were ready. Ready for him to ravage every part of your body.
“Not so fast,” he chuckled as he pushed you gently onto the
couch – you never quite understood the need for couches in bathrooms, but for
once you were glad to have one. You pouted quietly as Steve took you in. “Now listen
here baby girl – you’ve been torturing me all night. Sending me that naughty picture
of you and grinding yourself up against my best friend. Now it’s my turn,” he
muttered softly as he slowly removed his tie. “Give me your hands,” he
commanded. You obeyed giving him your hands. He took them in his hands and tied
the velvet material around them securely. He spun you on the couch – making you
lay on it fully before raising your hands above your head. “These better not
move, do you understand me?” He asked. You nodded as you whimpered your assent.
You would do whatever he said if he would help the aching feeling between your
He smirked as he worked your dress up to your waist –
admiring a portion of the lingerie he had seen earlier in the picture. He
slowly planted kisses up your leg causing you to squirm uncontrollably. More
than anything you wanted to twist your fingers through his hair and you soon
found your hands moving from their position. “What did I say?” he asked calmly
as you placed your hands back above your head. “Good girl,” he hummed – kissing
your wet core through your panties. “I think we can get rid of these,” he
murmured against your skin as he worked your panties off. He gently circled his
thumb around your sensitive clit causing you to buck your hips. “Mmm, my
naughty girl. You’re so wet,” he remarked as he slid a finger inside of you
causing you to moan out his name. “That’s right baby, you’re mine,” he said fiercely
as he added another finger – pumping them in and out of you as you squirmed
with pleasure. You could feel your walls tightening at his touch and your moans
became louder. You didn’t care who heard you. “Not yet baby,” he whispered as
he removed his fingers.
“What?” Your head snapped forward at this. He couldn’t just
get you close and then stop. “Chris,” you whined as you tried to sit up. He
pushed you back gently with a smile before moving his face between your legs.
He smirked up at you before burying his face into you. As he lapped at your
wetness you moaned his name louder causing him to suck on your sensitive clit.
As you bucked your hips he slid a finger into you. His mouth and fingers were
too much – causing you to cum all over his face. He lapped away your orgasm –
causing more moans to fall from your mouth – before he broke away with a smirk.
His beard was glistening with the remnants of your pleasure which immediately
made you ready for round two.
“Stand up,” he demanded as he stood and offered you his
hand. You placed your bound ones in his and he helped you to your feet. “I want
you to bend over the sink,” he explained as he motioned over to the sink. You
did as he commanded – your bound wrists stinging softly as the velvet bit into
your soft flesh. You watched in the mirror as he removed himself from his pants
– stroking himself a few times before approaching you from behind. He lifted
your dress to your waist again before nudging your legs apart with his own. As
he slid into you fully you groaned. He began to thrust into you as he held on
to your hips tightly. “God – you are so tight,” he exclaimed as his thrusts
began to become more disjointed. You groaned as your body reacted to his
thrusts – you could feel your walls tightening again with the promise of a
glorious orgasm. When he began palming your sensitive clit you came undone
around him – your orgasm spurring his own. He stiffened as he filled you with
himself. He sighed softly into your hair as he kissed the back of your neck
affectionately before removing himself.
“So that’s what happens when I send you nudes when you’re at
the Oscars?” you asked with a laugh as you sat shakily on the couch.
“I guess so,” he chuckled as he plopped down beside you –
wrapping his arm around you and bringing your head to his shoulder.
“Well I guess I should do that
more often,” you shrugged as you both laughed.
“Oh hell,” Chris sighed as he
pinched the bridge of his nose.
“What is it?” you asked alarmed.
“Seb and I had a bet on who would have sex at an Oscars’
after party years ago. I never thought it would be me so I’ve given him hell
for years about it,” he grimaced.
“Well I guess it’s time to pay
up,” you chuckled as you both rose from the couch.
“It was worth every last fucking penny,” Chris responded as
he pulled you into him – planting a soft kiss on your lips.
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“Oh, Jungkook! Hey!” You gave a weak smile and waved your hand. You then noticed Y/F/N standing behind him, an amused look on her face. Of course she was here.
Giving a confused wave back, he asked again, “Did you want to tell me something?”
Jimin nudged you with his elbow while Taehyung looked at you with side eyes, signaling you to speak. Shaking your head, you chuckled, “Nope.”
“You sure? I thought I heard you say–”
“Kookie, she said no. Can we go now, please?” Y/F/N whined, tugging at Jungkook’s long sleeved shirt. You remembered that shirt. That was the shirt he wore when you two got pizza one night on a quest to find his pen pal. You were both laughing at something silly and he ended up with lemonade all over it. You mentally shook your head at the wrong timing for remembering a nice memory.
“Y/F/N,” Jungkook sighed. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, you were no longer frowning. He seemed annoyed.
“Well? Tell him Y/N, you don’t have anything to say,” Y/F/N gestured you to continue.
Just as you were about to speak, Jimin interjected. “And if I remember, it was Jungkook asking the question, not you, bitch.”
You gaped at what Jimin said while Jungkook shouted, “Hyung!”
You looked at Y/F/N who was red in the face and staring straight at you. Don’t you dare, she spoke with her beady eyes.
“Go on, Y/N, tell him,” Taehyung urged, pushing you froward towards Jungkook. He adjusted the beanie on his head, looking between the three of you, confused as hell.
“Tell me what?”
You looked down and Jimin sighed. If you weren’t going to tell him, he was. “That that girl over there? Yeah, she isn’t your pen pal!”
Jungkook flicked his eyes toward Y/F/N, who placed a hand on her heart as if accused of murder.
“How can you say that? She is.”
“Really, and when was the last time you actually texted her through the pen pal email, hm?”
“Not since I got her number but–”
“Try it, then. Text her. See if Y/F/N’s phone dings,” Taehyung crossed his arms, staring at the phone in Jungkook’s hand. Boys, what are you doing, you thought.
“Why would I need to prove that? She knows me like my pen pal knows me.”
“But does she act the same way? Certain obvious compatible aspects of your pen pal, she might act like. But really, if you met her without knowing she was your pen pal, would you believe that? I don’t think so. And I don’t think you do either. There’s something off about her, right? She’s too…forced.” Jimin gazed over at you. You were fiddling with your fingers avoiding eye contact with Jungkook.
“What are you saying?”
“That she’s not your pen pal! She’s not the girl you’ve grown to like so much!” Taehyung sighed, exasperated. “Just text her.”
Jungkook began to unlock his phone, eyes flickering to you. What did you have to do with all of this? Was it because Y/F/N was your friend?
He typed a simple message and heard the send sound from his phone. Closing your eyes in anticipation, you waited.
Then, your phone dinged.
All eyes were on you and you slowly reached into your back pocket. Turning on the phone the name, ‘Jungkookieeeee’ was seen with his message underneath. It was a simple question mark.
Looking back up at Jungkook, you could only say two words, “I’m sorry,” and rushed out like your life depended on it. Why were you so cowardly sometimes? Why did you always run away from your problems in hopes of them never following you?
Jungkook watched as you shoved past him, his hand nearly grabbing your wrist but you slipped away. His heart shattered.
“There. Now you know,” Jimin said.
“I’m gonna go find Y/N,” Taehyung spoke, softly, and swiftly left the library.
“It was Y/N?” Was the first thing to exit Jungkook’s mouth. Then it struck him as if it were obvious. Both you and his pen pal understood him in ways nobody else has. When others would make fun, you’d comfort. Sure, Y/F/N had that sarcastic nature that his pen pal had, a quite forced one, but she was no you.
You did it without even trying. You were witty and never failed to make him laugh, even while he was in distress. Then he realized, once he let you go, he didn’t do much laughing anymore. Most of the laughs he shared with Y/F/N were fake and forced, almost like he wanted them to be true since she was his pen pal after all.
“It was this whole time,” Jimin confirmed. Then Jungkook became angry. Turning to Y/F/N who looked terrified, he fumed “Why the hell would you do that?”
“Kookie,” She pleaded, reaching for his hand, which he yanked back.
“No. How could you do that to not only me, but Y/N, your own friend?”
“How could you be defending her right now!? Either way she lied to you!”
“And you think if she told me the truth when she was ready that I wouldn’t accept it? That no matter what, I would hate her? I know Y/N. I’ve known Y/N for months. I know every habit, every small detail she probably doesn’t know about herself. And you think I’d let that–her–go because she failed to give me information? Sure, I wanted it bad as hell, but there’s two of us. She wasn’t ready and if I got mad, I would be being selfish. I have no right to be angry when she was uncomfortable with me knowing who she was. And here I am, in loss of one of my best friends. Hell, I was in love with her!”
It was then, Jungkook realized, just how much he cared for you. Not only in a way of a best friend. No, he cared about you a lot more than that. He used to want nothing more than for you to be in his arms. He wanted to be the reason you were smiling and laughing.
And now he’s done the opposite. He pushed you away and caused you so much pain and loneliness. Oh, how much he wanted to go back to that first night when you were cuddled on your bed in your dorm room, unaffected to what was going on this moment. He wanted to hold you tighter than he ever did, bury his head in your neck, and never let go.
Nodding his head, Jungkook continued, “I was starting to even forget about my pen pal. I just used her as an excuse to hang out with Y/N. I don’t think you understand what you ripped from me. I betrayed her. She wanted to explain but it was because of you she couldn’t. She was so terrified of what you could do, what lies you would tell me, that she stayed quiet and allowed her to be used. She was suffering and it was all because of me,” Jungkook let out a breath of air.
“Even after lying to you, you’d still run back to her?” Y/F/N muttered.
“In a heartbeat.”
“I–I’m sorry. For everything.”
“A simple sorry isn’t going to cut it for you. I don’t even know who you are. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to find my girl.”
WOWOWO THREE UPDATES?! LOOK AT ME GO! HEY HEYYYY
Part 13???👀(now that you’ll have to wait until possibly tmm forrrr)
After making my way through most of the klance tag on ao3 I thought I’d share the ones that have stuck the most with me so far. honestly this fandom is a blessing, these authors are a blessing, these dumb space gays are a blessing. so in no particular order, please, have some klance;
Cheeky by rideahorse / a short and sweet oneshot that involves both kissing and incessant bickering, and honestly with this pair, what more could you ask for. rated T.
official summary: Keith pinches his eyes shut, slamming the book down again and swiveling to face Lance. “Oh my god,” he groans, standing up and crossing the two feet between them before Lance can get out a word. He grabs Lance’s face between his hands (perhaps a bit rougher than needed, but hey, he’s always wanted to slap Lance’s stupid face) and the last thing he sees is an expression of pure surprise before he leans down and presses his lips against Lance’s.It’s a peck, and it lasts a second, and then it’s over. Keith leans back, releasing Lance’s face, and hisses, “There.”
if it takes two by velvetcrowbars / Lance has a confession to make and Keith is a knight in shining armor (sorta). a well written oneshot that Lance is absolutely not going to remember in the morning. rated T.
official summary: After the Sendak attack, Keith and Lance deal with unresolved things. Whatever those might be.“Keith?”“What?” He finally says, safely slipping the piece over Lance’s head with minimal knocking against his temple. He sets the discarded parts on the floor next to the bed.“I have a confession.”
never been kissed by kairiolette / I got a pretty good laugh out of this one, Keith and Lance have a Quality Bonding Moment™ at a local alien burger joint and things may or may not get a little out of hand. not that either of them are really complaining. rated G.
official summary: “You give off the obnoxious popular vibe. The mullet, and the rap sheet, and—the fingerless gloves,” Lance replies, and barrels on before Keith can take it the wrong way. “I’m so handsome, my name’s Keith and I’m a pilot.”“That sounds more like a compliment than an insult,” Keith says slowly, a disdainful quirk to his eyebrows that only spurs Lance on. He tilts his head a bit, his bangs shadowing his face, like he’s assessing a particularly impossible physics problem. “And I don’t like that voice you’re using.”
A Fish And A Bird by Methoxyethane/ I loved this fic, adored it to be totally honest. the writing is excellent and the plot is funny while also being meaningful. could alternatively be titled “Keith and Lance take miscommunication to a whole new level and then some”. rated T.
official summary: Lance has a boyfriend. Lance does not realize he has a boyfriend. Keith, understandably, does not react well.
head to head, neck and neck, side by side by kushling / lance actually wins a spar with keith and he is so incredibly baffled that he 100% misses the 5000 implications of keith’s super massive gay crush on him. also, avatar references. definitely worth the read. rated T.
official summary: Lance and Keith both like sparring, Avatar, and each other. They have a hard time admitting it. Pidge makes fun of them. Space swords!!!
Stranded by cyborgtoaster/ keith and lance end up being both very cold and very gay, in that order. denial is rampant and i definitely snickered once or twice during this one. rated T.
official summary: On a mission gone wrong, Keith and Lance end up stranded on a barren planet during an unexpected ice storm. Left to their own devices, they have to find a way to keep warm for the night. For once, maybe they can get along and only increase their unresolved feels.
moments of silence by attemptsonwords / really well written and great character capturing. lace is super bi and keith is really really frickin gay, together they both start to put the pieces of their relationship together. rated T.
official summary: Quiet moments between two boys who spend most of their time yelling at the other.
Drive! by wolfgun / set in an earth-centric au, keith has obviously never attended a child safety course in his entire life since he thinks jumping into a strangers car and screaming “Drive!” is an acceptable escape plan. it’s like a sleepover au but better. rated T.
official summary: “C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Don’t you know how to drive? With a car like this, you can’t tell me you just love to mosey on down the road like a goddamn geezer,” he taunted. “What is this? Just a bit of daddy’s money and mommy’s rules?”“I’ll show you geezer, mullet-head!"Au Prompt: You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man (except it’s not cops because Lance’s mom would kill him for bringing home a wanted teen)
I’ve got 99 problems and you’re every single one by kitwitt / lace is so deep in denial it’s almost physically painful to witness, keith is so amazingly gay that’s almost physically painful, too. for an explicitly rated fic a majority of the (currently 4/5) chapters are more fluff then smut. well written and witty, keith is a snarky little shit and it’s great. rated explicit.
official summary: “Obviously I’m not gay.” Lance floundered, voice breaking to a higher pitch. Shiro tilted his head slightly. “But you have a crush on Keith.” … In which Lance fails to mask his attraction to a certain pilot under the ruse of rivalry, and everyone knows but Keith.
official summary: When Hunk called the Sunday before the spring quarter began, asking if he wanted to grab brunch with him, Lance said yes; and when Hunk called again, saying that his friend was joining at the last second, Lance didn’t think anything of it.Until said friend was the best sex he’s ever had.Basically Lance is a screw up and fixing this mess was probably going to kill him.
I could absolutely keep going and going and going (and going) because there are so many great klance fics floating around out there. I definitely encourage you to root around in the tag for yourself if you haven’t already. huge shout out to all the voltron fanfiction writers out there, every single one of you are in my heart. every. single. one.
thats all for now kids, tune in next time for more Quality Space Gay™ fanfiction recommendations !
All you wanted to do on this late Tuesday night was go down to the twenty-four hour shop and buy some gummy worms. Your hunger had been eating you up by the minute as you paced across your floor, debating your thoughts. You finally gave in to your grumbling stomach and hopped off your bed and out the door. Did your parents know you were out this late? No, because they were out this late at a work function, trusting you to be a good child and stay at home. But, did you listen? Of course not. Because your mind tended to flip from topic to topic, your sneaky thoughts always giving in.
So, you made the seven minute walk to the store. Seven minutes, that’s it. You would walk your hungry ass down happily all the way to the store, using your phone’s flashlight occasionally when approaching darkened areas on the streets, and walk in and buy your beloved gummy worms.
But now, you were certainly regretting that action. Once you turned the corner to continue your trek to your venture of a full stomach, you felt a presence take place quietly behind you. You didn’t dare turn around, an uneasy feeling filled your residence as you heard each footstep creep daringly behind you. Your pace quickened slightly as if on instinct, but you still stared dead on forward, continuing your now hopefully brisk walk to the store without company.
The deep breaths of the person slowed down, creeping closer and closer to your ear. Your blood began to run cold, fear hitting you suddenly like a truck as you thought to yourself, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, what do I do? Do I approach the seemingly creepy stranger, or do I pick my pace up as fast as I can and run my ass all the way there?”
Before your conscience decided what your heavily debated decision would be, you felt two hefty arms wrap themselves around your frame, yanking you off the ground. Fear filled your eyes quickly, your heart beating at a rapid rate as you realized the situation you were in.
Your arms were being held tightly against your body, movement being stagnant at this point. Your legs flailed from your body as you felt a sweaty, dirty hand clamp itself over your mouth to hide your yet to be heard screams.
“Shh, shh. Stay quiet and give me all the fucking money you have or this won’t end well at all,” the stranger’s voice muttered in close proximity to your right ear, his breath hitting the side of your face as if a snake slithered along your jaw bone. You attempted to kick your legs back and forth, trying to wriggle out of his tight and horrid grasp on you, failing completely.
Running wasn’t option because you couldn’t. Yelling, screaming bloody murder for help wasn’t an option because you couldn’t. You couldn’t do anything. This psycho mugger was going to do god knows what to you and you had no fucking idea what to do.
In a split second, the mugger reached behind him, almost as if he was pulling out something to hold you down with while he stole every penny you had. Your eyes weren’t even filled with fear anymore, they were dazed with every frightful emotion you could possibly think of in the book.
But, before he could complete the task of pulling out some kind of weapon to scare you with, his grasp around you loosened completely as his body suddenly flew back, slamming into a pole. You immediately responded to the relieved feeling throughout your body, heaving a huge breath of air.
“Hey, buddy! Better think twice before attempting to mug someone in the middle of the night again!”
Your head snapped behind you, eyes widening to the size of saucers as the man who a just a few seconds ago had you in a death hold, was now trapped against the street-light, a spider-like web holding him in place.As he struggled to get out of his now death hold, your head moved in the the direction of a new presence taking place near you. Your eyes land on a red and blue suit standing on the building above you, mouth opening wide open at the person standing, well above you.
Spider-Man. He saved you.
Your stomach did a flip as the superhero stood clear as day, right in front of you. His black and white eyes looked down at your form, standing underneath the dim street-light and he smiled in his mask at your presence. He leaped down from the building, landing on the sidewalk in front of you. Your stature stood entirely still as he walked closer to you, shock filling your insides.
His lanky body walked towards you, his mask moving slightly as he asked you, “Are you okay?”
His concerned voice hit your heart and you melted, hating that someone could affect you like that. You just nodded your head slightly as you moved closer to the hero.
“Need a lift?”
“Thank you so much for saving me,” you spoke to him as soon as you gained composure after everything that’s happened. But, nervousness still rubbed your voice as you stood before him, outside your room on the fire escape.
He leaned against your bedroom window, folding his arms across his chest, “You’re welcome.”
Your face tinged pink at his casual yet sultry attitude towards the matter. You breathed a huge sigh before sitting on the small bench, your mind still running with thoughts of tonight’s previous events. Your head popped up at the sound of him moving from leaning against your window to walking towards you, “Can I just ask why you were out this late on a Tuesday night?” his voice scratchy and suspicious as his head tilted to the side almost trying to be amusing.
A slight smile spread across your face at his actions, chucking a little before responding, trying your best not to sound like a complete dumb ass, “I was hungry. Like, really hungry,” you emphasized the word really before continuing. p>
“I just wanted some gummy worms from that twenty-four hour store seven blocks away. Which obviously wasn’t the best idea.”
You finished, realizing that your attempt to not sound stupid completely failed you as Spider-Man leaned his head back, emitting a deep chuckle at your story.
“Obviously,” he muttered slyly, resting his hands on his hips.
“Hey Peter, you know that using the ‘Stark Internship’ card can’t get you away from everything, right?” you questioned your once again late lab partner in the middle of sixth period.
He sighed, rolling his eyes and sitting down next to you, “Obviously.”
You knew you’d heard that unrecognizable voice from somewhere. The scratchy yet slightly high voice rang in your ears so evidently it was almost as if someone had blown a bull horn in your ear.
Your eyes enlarged as the realization slapped you in the face. You didn’t think twice before shooting straight up from your spot, hands by your sides before yelling in exasperation, “PETER?”
“What?” he questioned, darting your way at the sudden sound of his name, not realizing he’d been caught. Once he saw your mouth agape like a fish, his eyes widened behind his mask, defeat taking over.
Your finger immediately shot up, pointing at him as you got closer to him. He saw your actions and backed away quickly, you two moving in circles for minutes before you shouted, “Oh my god it is you!”
He ripped his mask off and ran closer to you, both hands set on your shoulders as he began to shake your entire frame from shock, “Y/N you have to promise me won’t say anything to anyone!”
His wispy brown hair fell in front of his forehead, bright brown eyes staring directly into your Y/E/C ones. The fear and guilt radiated off his body you could sense it against you, your cheeks tinting pink at his sudden vulnerable state.
“I promise, Peter. I won’t,” you swore, truth flooded his ears and he began to felt somewhat ease with the you wide eyes standing in front of him.
He let you go and walked to stand next to you, arms leaning against the railing, a sigh emitting from his figure. You followed his actions your body becoming tired from all of tonight’s happenings.
Wait, why did this make him even cuter than before?
You laughed to yourself your weariness getting the best of you, causing you to think exceedingly truthful all of the sudden. You leaned over and saw his exhausted expression, knowing he never meant to let his secret let go so easily.
You nudged him with your shoulder, turning towards him, “If it makes you feel any better, having Peter Parker save me from a mugger was at the top of my bucket list.”
He looked in your direction, a smile spreading his pink lips, eyes smiling with it as he realized that as of right now, Peter was greater than Spider-Man.
“Hi! Can i request a tvd imagine? All smutty with damon being dominant and rough and everything? Thank you :))” “Hi! I was wondering if you could write a damon salvatore imagine (smut ofc!!) Where you two are not together but kind of have a crush on each other. so eventually you end up having rlly rough kinky sex? Pls! ^-^”
A/N: i guess you can say i changed the plot a bit?? SORRY IF ITS NOT KINKY !! WHOOPS ?? (I can’t write kinky smut for shits ????)
You looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring on how well you did on your outfit choice for Girls Night. You twirled yourself so your back was facing the mirror. Shifting your head to look at the mirror, to see the back if the lovely dress Caroline helped you picked out. It wasn’t too short nor too long, hugged your curves perfectly. You felt good. You did your final touches on your hair and makeup before heading out the door. Once your bag and keys were in your hand, you swung your door open, out to have the time of your life with Caroline, Bonnie and Elena.
However, there was a certain someone blocking your way out. “Ah! Y/N I know I’d find you here! Cute little dress.” The raven man cheerfully said, a smirk appearing onto his lips. “Obviously you would, it’s my house.” You laughed. “What do you want Damon? I need to get going somewhere.” As you motioned towards your outfit. You knew the reason why he was here, and you tried every single thing possible to avoid him, not try and make much eye contact as possible. “Well you see Y/N, the thing is, you’re constantly avoiding me.” You were about to protest but he beated you to it. “No, don’t give me ‘I’ve been busy.’ crap, that’s such an overused excuse, sweetheart.” His voice was stern, serious for his answer. “Tell me the truth Y/N please, I’m your fucking friend for christ’s sake!” He nearly shouted, eyes wide, inching closer to you. You didn’t want to tell him why. You knew he would taunt, tease, laugh at your response. You knew he wouldn’t feel the same feelings towards you. “I don’t have to tell you everything Damon, you’re not my dad, or my boyfriend. So please, move out of the way.” You spat at him. Pushing yourself through, though you knew it was no use. You were still just a mortal, where as he was a hundred and something year old vampire; with much experience with his inhuman strength. “No.” Damon simply spoke. He pushed his way into your home, closing the door behind. He pushed you against the closest wall.
Richie ran along the sidewalk that circled around the plain, tan school building, his backpack hung off his shoulder and smacked against his back as he transferred smoothly into a sprint. Normally, Richie would never be in such a hurry to get to school but as of the last month he’d been given the opportunity to do the announcements by the schools media teacher, the only teacher who liked him, ‘meaning they were the only teacher with their head on straight’. Richie chuckled and shoved past his classmates.
He smacked his hands against the double doors but failed to remember that the ‘Watch your step’ sign was sitting just above the small step into the building. Richie tripped right over the small yellow pain in the ass and kissed ground. He hissed but just had to chuckle at the fact that he’d managed to hop easily onto the small platform but nailed right into the warning sign for it. He pushed back up, dusted himself off and kicked off again.
He slid right past the office, catching himself by grabbing the doorway and pulling himself backwards. He caught his breath for a moment before shooting and pouncing onto his assigned wheely chair. He slid himself too far, crashing into the wall before he managed to get into the proper position. “Meryl, Leslie, Anna!” He shot unappreciated finger guns to the secretaries who shook their heads and went back to their desk work. He glanced up at the fuzzy security cameras and watched students flood in just before the bell.
He waited patiently until the end of the Pledge of allegiance before he was given the ok.
He pulled his tiny xylophone from the desk drawer and tapped out his signature four warning dings before speaking into the old microphone. “Good morning Ladies and Germs, it is I, Richie Tozier with your morning announcements.” He hummed happily, looking up at the surveillance tvs of the classrooms. The kids were all rolling their eyes. He chuckled.
“I’ll hold for your groans of annoyance.” He paused for a few seconds before launching into the list he’d been given of topics for the day. But once he ran out, Richie went into his own script per usual.
“Anyways, my best friend, Mrs. Harper is holding book club after school in room 202! Be there or be square.-Speaking of square! Stanley Uris this is your official invitation to battle me at lunch. You may be good at Monopoly but let’s see how you fight-”
Richie pulled back as he got tapped on the shoulder and was mumbled something. He nodded with a smile, giving the principal an ‘ok’ hand signal.
“I’ve just been informed that I can’t challenge you to an actual fight on school grounds so Stan, I’ll see you at lunch for our Pokemon battle.” Richie corrected himself and waved cheekily at the principal before moving on. Stan was glaring up at the speaker in his science classroom.
“If you weenies have any school spirit, you’ll come cheer on the baseball team after school today for the big game! Which reminds me! Number 7,
Are you in the outfield? Because you’re an angel.” Richie giggled as he looked to the screen that showed him the classrooms.
Eddie’s cheeks turned pick as he sat in his chair, baseball jersey with the big black 7 written across the back. His classmates laughed and wolf whistled.
“Ha, in all seriousness-” Richie paused. “I think I’m falling in glove with you.”
Richie swore he heard the collective groans of his classmates and laughed his ass off.
Eddie glared at the security camera, mouthing something. Richie narrowed his eyes and spoke. “What was that Eds? I can’t read your lips from this fuzzy tv.”
He watched Eddie’s classroom burst into laughter and Eddie slammed his head down on his desk. The principals hand clapped down on his shoulders and signaled that he was done until the afternoon announcements. He chuckled and signed off before making his way to first period science.
Richie bopped down the hall, half a sandwich hanging out of his mouth as he crossed through the doorway into the office. He shot a goofy smile to the secretaries before plopping down in his chair. He swallowed his food and twirled his xylophone stick around before turning on the speaker and banging out his rockin’ four dings. He shook his hand, waving the rock n roll sign.
“Aaaaaand DJ Tozier is back and better than ever!” He shouted and chuckled to himself. Anyway, Mr. Willis wanted me to say that he knows people are smoking in the bathrooms and anyone who’s caught will be put in detention.” Richie paused to find the right screen.
“So Beverly, our meeting is postponed until farther notice.” Richie chuckled as Beverly rolled her eyes and shot a finger gun into the security camera in her class. Richie smiled at the principal, who looked like he was about to come get him until Richie waved the list in his hand, mouthing that he’s almost done.
He skimmed the list with his eyes and opened his mouth like he might read something from the bullet points but he wasn’t one to do what he was suppose to do. “Attention everyone in classroom 105, there is a cheater among you.” Richie put on a serious tone, the teacher in the classroom looked over the test taking class nervously.
“Michael Hanlon, you know you cheated at Life last night when you should’ve had a fifth child and I want a rematch. You left that poor blue peg child to live alone in the orphanage which is just a dick move-”
Richie had to stop himself before he choked on his own laughter when Mikes teacher looked momentarily relived only to glare up at the speaker with intense rage. Principal Willis looked like he’d had enough and got up to tear Richie away.
He pushed Richie’s chair to the right, and leaned into the microphone “This has been your afternoon announcements-”
“Oh shout out to my boy Ben who’s in the library right now cause he’s a nerd-!”
Principal Willis chuckled begrudgingly and continued. “Remember to be prepared daily, have a good attitude, set goals for yourself-
“Give Richie Tozier the answers to Mrs. Duncan’s test-” Richie tried to but in once again.
“Follow your dreams-”
“Does that mean we can sleep in class-?”
“Richard Tozier!” Mr. Willis rolled his eyes and Richie put both hands in the air in mock surrender, pushing away in his wheely chair. Mr. Willis deemed it safe enough to return. “That’ll be all for today-”
“Wait!” Richie cried and the exasperated man turned around.
“What is it Richie?” He asked and Richie reached over to his xylophone and hit it in his signature 4 dings.
“Ok, we’re done now.” He smiled.
(This was based on a post by the amazing, @toziertrashmouth ! I hope this was ok?? I just loved this idea and I almost want to do another one but ??)
Prompt: He’s a die-hard Mets fan, but you just so happen to be dedicated to the Yankees + request
Warings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Oral (both recieving), Different Kinks (masterbation kink also releasing on girl’s face), Basically the dirtiest and most descriptive smut I think I’ve ever written.
Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader
Word Count: 6,200 (Sorry not sorry, I got carried away with the details)
A/N: I literally grew up loving the Yankees (still do) and I honestly don’t know how I hadn’t thought of this before.Also, get ready guys ‘cuz some cool things will be happening the next few weeks and I really hope y’all like it.
P.s. I was originally gonna post a gif, but then I saw these two pictures and fucking lost it.
“Oh, for the love of God!” The young woman complained before taking a long gulp of her drink as she watched her team’s pitcher fail for the fourth time tonight. “Sal, I swear, I’m gonna kill him.”
“Well, at least you’re still in the lead.” The bartender chuckled, wiping down the countertop in between the two.
“Yeah, no thanks to Bryan Mitchell.” She sighed, shaking her head in disappointment.
It wasn’t exactly one of the biggest games of the season, but to her it just about was. The Mets had a surprising comeback in 2016 and the last thing her Yankees needed was to lose to that pathetic excuse of a baseball team. With her eyes glued on the television in this small but cozy downtown bar, (Y/N) placed her glass of whiskey back on her lips and let the hard liquid tear its way down her throat.
As soon as the batter of the opposing team failed to successfully hit the ball, (Y/N) let out a much needed breath of relief. Her attention was completely dedicated to the game playing on the tv screen. Well, that is, until she heard the sound of the front door opening. She didn’t quite know why, but (Y/N) felt inclined to look at whomever was arriving at this small bar she frequented so much. And, boy, was she glad she did.
Her breath hitched in her throat the second she caught sight of the incredibly handsome guy walking inside, a backwards cap settled on his dark brown hair that she felt the sudden desire to run her fingers through. The first thing she noticed was the sexy as hell scruffy, but surprisingly tame, beard on his jaw, her imagination immediately lighting on fire with dirty thoughts. His toned arms and veins straining against his muscles as he coincidentally sat on the stool beside her and lifted his arm to get a hold of the bartender was what caught her focus next. The employee instantly strode towards the beautiful stranger and asked what he wanted to drink. He politely made his order and (Y/N) couldn’t find it in herself to take her gaze off of his plump and inviting lips.
Embarrassment like never before washed over her now blushed cheeks when he, suddenly, turned to her with a confused expression and she realized she had been caught staring. She tried her best to dart away from his stare, but his eyes locked onto hers and eager chills ran down her spine when a small smirk made its way on his pink lips. She took the opportunity to really look at his eyes and they certainly didn’t fail to make her knees weak. They weren’t just a regular hazel color, they were warm with a liquid golden-brown that also had a spark of mischief in them she felt so inclined to get to know. It was strange how they both connected so easily just through looks even though neither one of them believed in love at first sight. The two did, however, believe in infatuation at first sight.
The smirk on his face didn’t leave even when she managed to break the stare the moment she heard the crowd cheering on the tv and she, immediately, turned to discover what just happened in the baseball game. Dylan certainly noticed that his Mets had just made a homerun, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of the girl in the stool next to him. She wore high-waisted jean shorts that definitely worked in favor of her, breath taking, legs and his mind already came up with different scenarios of them spread before him. Her shirt wasn’t revealing in any way, it was just a plain Star Wars tee, and yet he still felt attracted to it. Maybe it’s the fact that he already knew they had a common love for this geeky movie series without even needed to exchange in small talk. But, the way her natural hair perfectly fell on her shoulders made Dylan want to push it aside and nibble down on her inviting neck.
“Are you serious?!” The gorgeous girl shouted, angrily pointing towards the screen even though she knew the umpire couldn’t actually hear her. “That was clearly foul play!”
Her words sparked interest in him and, reluctantly doing so at first, Dylan eventually turned his head towards the sports game. A smile lit up on his face as he watched his team celebrate their newest point only to, suddenly, remember the girl he had his eye on was complaining about this very achievement.
“Foul play?” Dylan questioned and (Y/N) immediately turned around towards the source of the charming voice. “Wait, are you a Yankees’ fan?”
“A proud one to be exact.” She smiled happily and if it weren’t for his shock with this new discovery, he certainly would’ve swooned at how beautiful she was.
“Perfect.” He sighed, only now realizing the bartender had left his drink in front of him when he was too busy gawking at her just moments ago.
“What?” She asked, genuinely confused at his odd reaction and watched him take a sip from his bottle of beer. Then, the realization hit her like a truck and she shook her head with disappointment. “Oh, no. You’re a Mets fan, aren’t you?”
Dylan didn’t even say anything. He just put his bottle back down on the surface and reached behind his head to turn his baseball cap forwards. Immediately revealing The New York Mets logo stamped on the hat and (Y/N) held back her laughter at the unexpected situation they found themselves in.
“A proud one to be exact.” Dylan repeated her words and, this time, (Y/N) actually let a laugh fall from her lips. It was music to his ears and he desperately wanted to hear it again.
Their attention was back on the game when the sound of bickering and chaotic commotion came from the tv, both now focused on what was happening. Neither one of them knew why the two teams were now fighting, but their hearts lodged in their throats as they watched the players lunge at each other. It was hard to tell who exactly started the fight, but by the commentaries coming from the voice-overs it seemed to be the Yankees’ fault.
“Of course.” Dylan shook his head, taking another gulp of his beer. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
(Y/N) immediately turned to glare at him, rage and frustration rushing through her veins at the sound of disregard towards her favorite baseball team.
“Excuse me?” She hissed, completely offended at his remark.
“Oh, I’m sorry, does the 2000 World Series not ring any bells to you?” He retorted with a cocky smirk.
“You mean the year we completely destroyed your team’s ass?” She replied, a grin on her face as she proudly spoke. “Something we had already accomplished countless times and would continue doing ‘till, literally, this very day.”
“Roger Clemens and Mike Piazza.” Dylan simply stated, chosing to ignore her bragging and (Y/N)’s eyes widened at the familiar names.
“There’s no proof Clemens intentionally hit Piazza in the head with that fastball.” She defended and he let out a dark chuckle.
“Seriously? You’re really going to defend someone who gave a fellow baseball player a concussion just because he had terrible anger management?”
“Okay, you know what?” (Y/N) scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. “At least we have players that are actually good at pitching.”
That spiteful comment was enough to spark something in him other than desire for this girl and, needless to say, Dylan was outraged. No one can just mock his beloved Mets and think they can easily get away with it.
“Says the girl whose team lost to us, their biggest rivals, in a 15 to 6 defeat in 2008.” Dylan retaliated and didn’t expect the sudden chuckle (Y/N) let out.
“Sure, but what’s one losing game compared to the 27 different World Series said girl’s team has already won?” She shrugged and Dylan hated the fact that she was right. “Making her baseball team the one with the most wins ever.
“And sweetie,” (Y/N) continued, placing a hand on his thigh that sent lustful jolts throughout Dylan’s entire body. “You’re sad little team isn’t even close to being an actual rival of ours, not when you’ve only won a pathetic amount of 2 World Series. How about you try to insult me when you catch up with us big boys, huh?”
“Fuck, I don’t know what drives me crazier.” Dylan whimpered at her touch, his eyes boring into her dilated ones and there’s no doubt both of them clearly wanted to rip each other’s clothes off. “The fact that you keep dissing my Mets or the fact that you’re extremely sexy talking so passionately about baseball like that.”
With a sly smile on her face and confidence she didn’t actually know she had in her, the young woman extending her hand towards him.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She greeted as he slipped his own hand into her grasp and shook them together. “Huge Yankees fan who apparently also happens to be very sexy.”
“Dylan O'Brien.” He smiled back at her, a small chuckle escaping his throat at her comment. “Long suffering Mets fan.”
“Nice to meet you, Dylan.” She laughed and he laughed along with her when her eyebrows, suddenly, furrowed. “Wait, why do I feel like I’ve heard that name somewhere before?”
“I, uh-” Dylan nervously scratched the back of his neck. “I’m an actor.”
“Hey, that’s right!” She exclaimed, now putting together the puzzled pieces in her mind. “You’re that kid from that werewolf show.”
“Yeah, Teen Wolf.” He corrected and she let out a long oh of realization as she remembered all the times she flickered through her channels and passed by this show without second glance.
“So, what brings a Hollywood star like you to this unknown bar?” (Y/N) asked, a playful smirk on her lips. “Shouldn’t you be out partying with models or other celebrities?”
“Nah, I hate that stuff.” He shook his head. “I really love my job but despise the attention.”
“I see.” She smiled, not expecting to meet such a humble famous person. Living in LA, you meet a few here and there and they’re usually always very egotistical. It’s quite refreshing to get to know someone that’s the complete opposite.
“But, what about you? What do you you do?” Dylan asked, taking another gulp of his beer.
“I’m the, um, GM of the Dodgers.” (Y/N) stated nervously and it took everything in him not to spit out his drink in utter shock. The woman giggled at his astonished gaze, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
“Y-You’re the General Manager of the fucking Los Angeles Dodgers?!” Dylan exclaimed after he managed to successfully swallow his alcohol.
“Why so surprised?” She challenged and Dylan couldn’t stop staring at her in complete awe. “Is it because I’m a woman?”
“No!” Dylan frantically shook his head. “It’s because I was already so attracted to you and, now, fuck… I think you might just be the death of me.”
“Well, O'Brien.” She grinned and Dylan suddenly moaned when she unexpectedly gripped tightly onto his thigh. “I’m very attracted to you, too.”
“Hey, do you want to get out of here?” He asked, beyond ready to do so many sinful things to her that even the devil himself would be ashamed of.
“Ah, the game’s still on.” She shook her head as she pointed towards the television. “Can’t stop supporting my Yankees just for a hook up.”
“The fact that you work for one baseball team yet your favorite is a completely different one amazes me.” Dylan chuckled, his eyes lingering over her body before landing back on her own.
“What can I say?” (Y/N) shrugged, the actor internally moaning when she bit down on her bottom lip. “I like to keep people on the edge of their seats.”
“Well, you certainly have me on mine.”
The sexual tension between the two was so strong that even the bartender could feel it seething off of them and taking over the entire room. He, honestly, thinks he could cut it with a knife from how palpable it was. (Y/N) still hadn’t removed her grip on his thigh and Dylan silently prayed to any god out there that she wouldn’t, his body craving her touch so much it made him hazy.
“How about a little bet to make things interesting?” She proposed and Dylan’s eyes perked up with intrigue.
“Go on.” He gestured, leaning in closer to her.
“If, after the game, the Yankees have won, you have to tweet out that my team is better than yours.” She stated with a grin and Dylan immediately scoffed at her proposal. “However, if the Mets win, you can take me to your place and have your way with me.”
Dylan’s cock already felt hard just at the offer alone as he watched her take a sip of her whiskey with a naughty smirk. It took all of the self control he had in him not to moan out and crash his lips against her red ones from the beautiful lipstick she was wearing.
“Deal.” He nodded and they shook hands for the second time tonight.
The two eagerly watched the game, both way too excited with what would happen right after. (Y/N) knew that, even if she does win, she definitely won’t be spending the night at her own house. They would constantly and shamelessly glance at each other, neither one caring about embarrassment. The lust and desire was so strong at this point that every stare, glance or lick of the lips was more than welcome. Not only were their bodies attracted to one another, but so were their minds. The two had more in common than they imagined and they enjoyed every second of mindless chatter and laughter. Dylan loved it when she laughed carelessly at his stupid jokes and (Y/N) felt like she was on cloud nine everytime he listened to her speak with such intrigue.
“Seventh inning stretch.” (Y/N) sighed, taking a sip from her third drink of the night as she groaned at the score. “And it’s tie.”
“Want to make things even more interesting?” Dylan smirked, narrowing his eyes in mischief and (Y/N) swooned, still not used to this man’s beauty.
“Just how interesting are we talking here?” She grinned, putting down the glass of alcohol she had in her hand.
“Let’s raise the stakes of this bet.”
“If the Yankees win not only will I tweet they’re better than the Mets, but I’ll also record a video singing the Yankees’ theme to go along with it.” Dylan quirked his eyebrows and (Y/N) carefully listened to every word that came out of his mouth. “However, if my team wins, you have to come back to my place tonight and go on a date with me.”
(Y/N) eyes widened at the request and she, suddenly, felt her heart beat a little faster. With a happy smile now spreading across her face, she took her glass back in her small hand.
“Alright, O'Brien.” She nodded, clinking her drink with his. The sound echoing in their little bubble as they stared each other down. “I’m down with that, but you better start warming up your voice because there’s no way the Mets are going to win.”
It was as if the words she said immediately cursed the entire game the moment they fell from her red lips. The Mets were unexpectedly scoring homerun after homerun and (Y/N) would cringe everytime they did. Dylan, on the other hand, had a permanent smirk on his face the whole game. He would watch in awe whenever (Y/N) would angrily scream at the television screen and he couldn’t wait till she screamingunder him. It didn’t take long for the game to end and (Y/N) question her entire existence. It’s not that she didn’t want the things that came with Dylan winning, oh she definitely wanted them, it’s the fact that her incredibly skillful and talented Yankees lost to the fucking Mets.
“Well, well, well.” Dylan grinned, standing up from his stool as (Y/N) groaned at his taunting. “Looks like my sad little team caught up with the big boys.”
The beautiful woman glared at his mockery towards the exact words she used just a few hours ago. They were meant to work in her favor not Dylan’s. She stood up from her own stool and took a step towards him, their faces now inches from each other.
“It’s only the beginning of the season.” She defended and Dylan smiled at her proximity, the smell of alcohol on her breath making him drunk on her. “The Mets won’t survive the entire year and you fucking know it.”
“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” Dylan retorted and she couldn’t keep her stare away from his lips as he tugged the bottom one in between his teeth, (Y/N) instinctively doing the same. Dylan’s eyes looked down at hers and it was as if their little feud immediately disappeared and now all they could focus on was what was going to happen next.
“Okay, okay.” The bartender broke their stares, blushes painting both of their cheeks. “(Y/N) take your boy toy and get out of here already before you two start having sex on my countertop.”
“Sorry, Sal.” She cleared her throat and Dylan nervously scratched the back of his neck. “We were just leaving.”
The two shared smirks, lust taking over both of their pupils before they ran out of the door. Sal laughing at them as he closed his bar down.
“Kids.” He shook his head with a smile plastered on his face.
The ride to Dylan’s house was surprisingly pleasant. They found more things they shared in common like their love for goofy comedies and their incredibly similar taste in music. Dylan put his phone in the radio of his car and they spent the rest of the ride singing loudly to the songs they both knew by heart. Laughter was the second main theme of the night, right after desire.
“Do you want something to drink?” Dylan asked the second he unlocked the door to his one bedroom apartment and they both walked inside.
“No,” (Y/N) chuckled as she watched him throw his house keys on a small table and turn around to face her. “I’m pretty sure I had enough at the bar.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He laughed, nodding. “What about something to eat?”
“Not hungry.” She shrugged. “But you can eat if you’re hungry.”
“Oh, I’m hungry.” Dylan licked his lips, walking towards her in a predatory fashion and (Y/N)’s swallowed nervously at how sexy he looked. “Just not for food.”
Her breath hitched in her throat at his comment, jolts of lust rushing through her body and landing in her core. Dylan didn’t even wait for a possible response before crashing his mouth on hers and kissing her with such force he had to hold her lower back tightly so she wouldn’t fall. Both of them have been anticipating that moment the entire night and it was so much better than either could’ve expected. Their lips meshed together in sync with the perfect combination of hard and passionate. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck to drop his baseball cap off his head and finally be able to run her fingers through his dark hair. The second Dylan bit down on her bottom lip, she tugged at the roots provoking a moan to escape from his mouth. The sound sent shivers down her spine and she knew that she desperately wanted to do more than just kiss.
(Y/N) broke the kiss to take a breath, but Dylan didn’t dare stop. He pushed her waist closer into him and she moaned when she felt his growing bulge against her body. Dylan left lingering kisses on her neck which spread goosebumps all over her skin. (Y/N) tried to reach down his back and pull the blue t-shirt off of him but Dylan just grinned against her neck.
“I’m in charge here, remember?” Dylan stated, his hot breath fanning across causing (Y/N) to shiver in response. “And I want to take things slow.”
“Fuck.” She whimpered when he nibbled on her pulse point and began sucking, clearly wanting to leave a hickey there.
Dylan took his time leaving kisses and hickeys wherever he damn pleased and it drove (Y/N) crazy. His provocative touches and the way his lips moved against her skin made her knees weak, wetness already pooling in her panties just from the teasing alone.
“Do something.” She moaned.
“Are you gonna beg for it?” He snickered and (Y/N) moaned again just at his dirty talk.
But, (Y/N) does not beg. She never had to beg to a man before and she won’t start now. Then again, she’s never met anyone like Dylan before. He had her wrapped around his finger just from one night alone.
“I don’t beg.” She shook her head and Dylan slipped his hands down to her ass, squeezing roughly.
“You might as well start learning how to.” Dylan’s face returned to hers, their lips slightly touching. “Because I love it when a woman begs.”
“And I love it when a guy actually fucking touches me.” She retorted and the smile on Dylan’s face didn’t go unnoticed.
He let go of her completely and she whimpered at the loss of contact, wanting desperately to feel his body back on hers. They took this moment to stare at each other and both loved the sight. The two had swollen lips from kissing so hard and smudged red lipstick all over their lips, chins and cheeks. Dylan placed his hand on the hem of her Star Wars shirt and pulled it off her, (Y/N) slightly shivering at the new lack of warmth. He kissed her gently, mostly to tease, as he unbottoned her high-waisted shorts and let them fall on the floor. As she stepped out of the jeans, Dylan licked his plump lips in appreciation at her gorgeous body. She was wearing a matching pair of simple a bra and panties, but the black heels she had on made her look beyond sexy to him. Dylan’s cock twitched against his jeans, desperately wanting to be inside of this breath-taking woman in front of him.
“Take off your bra.” He commanded and usually (Y/N) wouldn’t like being the submissive one during sex but this dominant side of him was turning her on more than she expected.
Slowly reaching behind her back, she unclasped the bra and brought the straps down until she was finally bare. Dylan’s eyes immediately stared at her breasts, the rosy pink nipples perked and ready to be played with. Which was exactly what he decided to. He took two quick steps towards her before returning his hands on her waist, (Y/N)’s back arching the second Dylan’s lips attached to one of her nipples. His hand carefully massaging the other breast he currently wasn’t working his tongue against. She couldn’t contain her moans at finally being able to feel something, but her core still ached in anticipation. When Dylan bit down on her nipple and pulled at it with his teeth, (Y/N) had to press her thighs together to be able to relieve some of the pressure.
“Ah, ah, ah.” Dylan tsked, shaking his head before removing his mouth. He pressed the hand that was on her breast on her thigh and pushed her legs apart. “I call all of the shots.”
“Ple-” She was just about to beg but realized what she was going to do and stopped herself immediately.
“What was that?” He smirked, gripping onto her skin and (Y/N) whimpered at the pressure that was in one place but should’ve been in another. “Were you about to beg?”
“Never.” She panted, his lips back on her nipple.
“Oh, come on Yankees Princess.” He snickered and she not only moaned at the new pet name but the feeling of him sliding his fingers closer to the place she needed him most. “All you have to do is ask.”
She chose to remain silent, not at all trusting her own voice and mind. (Y/N) was already putty in his hands and she didn’t want to give him anymore satisfaction. That is, until he completely broke away from her and took a step back. She stared at him with wide eyes and Dylan grinned sexily before removing his t-shirt. She felt cold and odd without his touch as he unbuckled his belt, pulling it out of his pants. Their eyes full of lust and desire never left each other even when he unbottoned his khakis and brought them down to the floor. Dylan kicked them away, but didn’t approach her again like (Y/N) expected. Instead, he folded his arms across his toned chest and cocked an eyebrow.
“I’m not touching you until you beg for it.” He challenged and her jaw dropped in awe.
Her eyes broke their gaze to look over his body and she swallowed nervously as she took the sight in, frustrated with herself because she now felt inclined to actually beg. Thanks to his crossed arms, Dylan’s muscles were pressing against his skin and it made her head spin. (Y/N) bit down on her lip when she looked at the trail of dark and scruffy hair above his boxers which held the massive erection bulging against the fabric, precum seeping through the cotton. Her core throbbed like never before thanks to the handsome man in front of her.
“Fine, fuck it.” She groaned and Dylan’s ears perked at her words. “Dylan, please touch me. I need you.”
It wasn’t exactly as desperate as he initially wanted, but it was enough for the desire pulsing in his own veins. He, too, wanted to touch her just as much as she did. And in a matter of seconds, Dylan rushed to her and instantly ripped apart her panties. Before she could even complain, his hands moved down to her ass and lifted her up. He kissed her passionately, tongue and all, as he brought her to his bedroom. Placing her down on his empty desk, Dylan spread her legs and fit himself in between them.
He trailed wet kisses down her body and (Y/N) buzzed with excitement. Once he reached her stomach, Dylan kneeled down in front of her and gripped his fingers against her heated thighs. He licked his way towards he left thigh and trailed his tongue close to her core. Just as he was about to touch her there, Dylan immediately switched course and began licking her right thigh.
“I’m gonna kill you.” She hissed through her clenched teeth and Dylan chuckled against her skin.
“Patience, Yankees Princess.” He teased as he nibbled. “Good things come to those who wait.”
She grunted, but accepted none-the-less. Although it’s not like she actually had a choice, the Mets did win after all. (Y/N) ran her fingers through his hair, slightly pulling the strands and Dylan would hum in appreciation. The vibrations shooting through her body and increasing the pain in her core.
When Dylan felt like she’d been teased enough, he let his tongue trace against the place they both desired the most. (Y/N) immediately moaned, not at all caring how loud she was being. His tongue spread apart her soaking wet folds and the young woman’s hips bucked when he momentarily trailed against her swollen clitoris. Dylan’s hand grasped tighter onto her legs as he gently slid his tongue into her, the ache in (Y/N)’s core now being replaced with pleasure and satisfaction.
She whimpered when he pulled his tongue away after working inside of her a few minutes but almost screamed out the second his lips attached to her clit and sucked furiously. One of his hands came into contact and slowly slipped a finger inside of her, her hips bucking instantly at the delicious pumping.
“Fuck.” She moaned and Dylan’s hard cock felt uncomfortable in his boxers as he watched her become a panting mess.
The feeling of his finger inside of her heat and pressing against her soft walls made his head spin, his dick begging to replace his hand’s place. But, Dylan was determined to make her cum with just his hands and mouth first. When he felt she was ready for a second one, he put another finger in and pumped at a faster pace. One of (Y/N)’s hands was buried in his hair and the other gripped tightly on the edge of his desk, her knuckles going white at the pressure.
With the mixture of his fingers curling against her walls and his tongue drawing figure eights on her clitoris as his lips sucked, it was more than enough to quickly build up an orgasm inside of the woman moaning uncontrollably. It didn’t take long to build and, the second Dylan unexpectedly bit down on her clit, her orgasm spilled over her entire body. Dylan didn’t dare stop what he was doing when her legs shook intensely along with her back arching up against the wall. He didn’t even stop when they did. The sounds that fell from her swollen lips and the way she looked as she came made Dylan greedy and he desperately wanted it to happen again. (Y/N) was still sensitive from her first orgasm and in a matter of minutes, she was cumming for the second time tonight. The sensitivity of her core making it easy to reach the edge of her pleasure again.
Even though Dylan removed his head from her inner thighs and attached his lips back onto hers in a forceful kiss, (Y/N) could still feel the burning of his scruff scratching against her tingling skin and she truly hopes the sensation never goes away.
There was more precum spread across his boxers that earlier and Dylan was beyond ready to get rid of the excruciating pain his cock felt from the lack of attention. He made his way back in between her legs after pulling his underwear off and kicking them somewhere far from his body. Dylan brought his hand to his member and pumped a few times in preparation. (Y/N) immediately moaned at the sight of him touching himself and Dylan certainly didn’t expect it.
“What-” He smirked, biting down on his lip at the feeling of his own thumb spreading around the precum on his tip. “Do you have a masterbation kink?”
“Maybe.” She confessed, a bright blush painting her cheeks as her pupils dilated when he increased his pace.
“Damn.” Dylan groaned, throwing his head back with shut eyes. “As much as I love this new discovery, I really want to fuck you right now.”
“Oh, please do.” She grinned, spreading her legs apart even further.
Dylan didn’t even need to think twice before placing both of his hands back on her thighs and lining himself at her entrance. His cock throbbed as he coated his tip in her slick wetness, lubricating himself. The two loudly moaned the moment he easily slid into her, the feeling of them becoming one making their bodies throb with excitement. Dylan let his forehead fall on her shoulder as he waited for to adjust to his size.
“Go ahead.” She stated when she was ready and Dylan immediately pulled back before pushing in again. He started thrusting into her slowly, moaning shamelessly at the feeling of her soft and wet walls tightly around him and (Y/N) loved the delicious feeling of Dylan stretching her as he pumped their bodies together.
(Y/N) wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him a new and deeper angle which he gladly accepted. His hands now moving their positions to thrust harder into her, his left palm flat out on the wall behind her and his right gripping harshly on the edge of his desk. She, however, decided to keep her hands on the arching muscles of his bare back. Considering how turned on they already were, it didn’t take much for the familiar knot to grow inside of the two. Dylan had to use every ounce of self control in him not to cum the second she unintentionally clenched around his shaft and, instead, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder.
Dylan pounded deeper into her, now continuously hitting her g-spot no one had ever found until this very moment, and his dream of hearing the beautiful Yankees’ fan from the bar screaming under him finally came true. Her voice echoed in the room along with the sounds of his desk mercilessly banging against the wall and wet skin slapping against wet skin.
“Fuck, I’m almost there.” Dylan panted, loving the feeling of her breasts bouncing against his bare and sweaty chest.
“Me, too.” She shouted, bringing her own hand down to her clit since Dylan was using his for stability.
It took her about 15 seconds of furiously rubbing her already overly sensitive nub before she felt the tight knot inside of her explode and spread mind blowing pleasure throughout her entire body. Dylan tried to hold his orgasm in him the best he could since he didn’t exactly want to cum inside of her without a condom. It was extremely difficult to contain himself, especially when she clenched around him again and dug her nails into his back, but Dylan somehow managed to contain himself as he shouted in frustration. Once he noticed she was back down from her high, he immediately pulled himself out of her and took a step back.
“On your knees.” He panted, his voice weak as he pointed to the ground in front of him.
Even though she was completely hazy from the ground breaking orgasm she just had, (Y/N) slowly slid off the desk and instantly fell to her knees. Dylan didn’t know wether or not she fell due to how weak her legs were or if it was actually intensional but the second she gripped his member and licked his tip, the thoughts immediately flew out of his head. Dylan’s mind now focused on her taking him into her warm mouth. His hands instinctively dug into her hair as she slowly bobbed his cock. In a matter of seconds, (Y/N) hollowed out her cheeks to make an even tighter environment for him and Dylan moaned shamelessly at the feeling.
(Y/N) absolutely loved that when her tongue grazed his wet member she could taste her juices on him and she decided to deepthroat him in appreciation. She took him in as far as she could, her nose buried in the patch of his dark hair and her throat gagging at the fullness. But, Dylan definitely loved it because his dick instantly twitched in response and he quickly pulled himself out of her mouth. His hot cum squirted out of his tip and he watched with hooded eyes as it painted her blushed cheeks. Normally, (Y/N) would never allow any man do such a thing to her but the way Dylan was looking at her with pure pleasure and enjoyment swimming in his dark pupils was enough to make her want it to happen again. His liquid dripped from her face and made its way down her breasts, Dylan unable to contain his groans at the sight.
“So, I’m guessing this is your kink.” She chuckled, coating one of her fingers with his release and putting it into her mouth.
“One of many.” Dylan smirked, extending his hand for her to grab with her free one.
They stared at each other with satisfaction in their eyes as he helped her stand, both of them simply knowing without the need to actually say that that was the best sex the two ever had.
“I’ll be right back.” Dylan stated, placing a lingering kiss on her lips before walking away and disappearing into his bathroom.
One of (Y/N)’s eyebrows quirked at the sudden sound of water from a sink running momentarily but, when he returned to her with a small and damp towel in his hands, everything made sense. He kindly wiped away the now sticky cum on her skin and she smiled up at him.
“Now about that date.” Dylan grinned, throwing the towel on the desk when he was done cleaning her body. “How does the premiere to my new movie with a romantic dinner afterwards sound?”
“A first date in the eyes of the public?” She questioned, challenging him. “Borderline crazy.”
“So, is that a yes?” He smirked and (Y/N) instantly laughed.
“Roman, they’re not your- whatever, fine. Favourite… book to movie adaptation.”
“Ooh, fancy schmancy. Okay, one, two, three-”
“Prisoner of Azkaban.”
They answer perfectly in sync, and Roman gasps, clapping his hands in excitement and delight. “I knew it!”
Virgil rolls his eyes. “Oh, please, you probably just like it cause Harry’s hair is at its most accurate.”
“True, it is fabulously disheveled, but I was more going for… I don’t know, it’s more intangible, just the- the atmosphere is portrayed so well and… of course, there’s still issues- like, The Marauders were not given nearly enough time to explore, nor the Animagi concept and-”
“How about we just watch it, then?” Virgil smirks. “I swear, you’re getting nerdier with every passing day.”
Roman scrabbles around for the DVD, shouting back, “Excuse you, I’ve always been passionate about Potterlore.”
“No, really? I don’t think anyone’s noticed.”
Roman has already pressed play on the DVD, loudly humming along to the theme tune. The beginning passes pleasantly enough, although Virgil starts to feel a horrible prickle of familiarity when Harry storms out of Number 4, Privet Drive. Things are different now, he reminds himself, and he concentrates on trying to keep his breathing measured.
Roman glances at him out of the corner of his eye. He doesn’t say anything, but subtly taps 1, 2, 3, 4 on a pillow, and it helps, a little.
They reach The Knight Bus scene and Virgil hears the laughter building in Roman’s voice, even as he tries to say it casually: “Oh, look.” He points as the talking head cracks another pun. “There’s Patton.”
Virgil bursts out into surprised laughter. “D-doesn’t that make Logan Stan Shunpike?!”
Roman chuckles. “Wait, wait, hold on!” He snaps his fingers and a replica of Logan’s glasses appear on his face. He adjusts them in an uncanny impression, that shatters as he drawls, “Objectively!” in an appalling cockney accent.
“Oh God, never do that again, Roman, I’ll have nightmares.”
There’s comfortable silence for a while. Virgil finds it oddly endearing how enraptured Roman gets while watching the movie: he mouths along with some lines, and his face goes through a roller-coaster of expressions.
And then, they get to the scene where the Hogwarts Express stops.
And Virgil can feel his uneasiness grow, and he should just be silent, damn it, but he feels like just saying something will make him feel better and, hey, Roman will find it funny, right…?
“Oh, look.” Virgil points as Ron’s hand reaches up to cover the ice forming along the train window. “It’s me.”
Roman’s brow furrows. “…Say what? You’re not Ron.”
Backfired, bad idea, horrible idea! “No, I-” Virgil clears his throat. “I meant-”
The dementor looms onto the screen, and Roman’s face turns white.
“Uh, relax, Roman, it was just a joke.”
He doesn’t need to know it’s a defensive mechanism, ha ha ha, just laugh please-
Roman stares at Virgil. His eyes are wide in absolute horror. “But that’s not true at all!”
And… wow. He bellows it out with such ferocity that Virgil feels touched.
“It’s fine, Roman. Here.” He nods at the screen. “This means Logan is Lupin, in a way.”
Because isn’t that the truth? he thinks despondently. If not for Logan and that… curve thing, he could never be… managed.
Roman still doesn’t look remotely happy. But, he keeps quiet, brow still furrowed, as if in deep concentration. Eventually, he blessedly breaks the silence by saying, “Perhaps Lupin is a mixture of Logan and Patton.”
“Uh, yeah.” Virgil breathes out, grateful that the subject has been changed. “I can see that. Cute.”
They continue watching, but Roman is still distracted, Virgil can tell. Every so often, he bites his lip.
When they reach the first Divination lesson, Virgil asks, “Hey, um, what house is Trelawney in?” He tries and fails to hide his smirk.
“Hmm.” Roman hums thoughtfully. “Ravenclaw, if memory serves. Why?”
“Oooh. You might need to change Houses.”
Roman gasps, affronted, as Trelawney walks into a table. “I beg your pardon, but I am nothing like her.”
Virgil raises an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
And then, he tries it out, this whole teasing thing they seem to have going on. It’s new, but it’s not bad new, and Virgil finds it surprisingly easy to imitate Roman’s booming projection of a voice:
“Are you in the beyond?!”
He is stunned that Roman now doesn’t look the least bit offended- he just throws back his head and laughs.
“An accolade worthy performance, Virgil.”
Virgil smiles. “I just watch and learn from the drama queen.”
They slip into silence again. This time it stretches on for so long that Virgil thinks Roman might have fallen asleep. Maybe he should turn off the-
“A-ha!” Roman exclaims and Virgil jumps.
“Woah, woah, what?”
Roman is smiling, fist punching the air in victory. “I finally figured it out! That is, who you are. In… in this movie, certainly.”
Virgil sighs. “Look, I told you, I’m not bothered about the whole Houses thing-”
But Roman cuts him off, and he points at the screen, as Harry screams, “Expecto Patronum!”
“Why, you’re a Patronus, of course, Virgil! I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.”
Virgil blinks, then looks at Roman uncertainly. “I don’t get it.”
“Oh, it’s all in the spell. A lot of them are rooted in Latin words, Logan was telling me. Expecto can mean I wait, and a Patronus is a protector. So Expecto Patronum is like saying, “I wait for a protector.” And, you said it yourself, your goal is to protect. Isn’t it wonderful, Virgil!” Roman claps his hands together. “You’re the Patronus charm!”
Surely he must be mishearing things. It takes Virgil a few attempts until he’s finally able to speak. “You’re… you’re saying that I- that I’m…” Strength? Light? I can drive away darkness? I… protect?
He feels like his throat is closing up. “That’s… Jesus, Roman.” He sniffs. “That’s… probably the- the nicest thing anyone…”
His voice fails again, but he doesn’t care. He shuffles closer next to Roman on the couch, and Roman just smiles at him, briefly half hugging him with one arm. Then, he’s off waxing lyrical about all the different forms a Patronus can take, and how Virgil’s would probably shapeshift because that would be sweet, and what would everyone else’s be…
Virgil lets his words wash over him. Even if it’s ‘just’ fiction, he knows he’d be able to conjure up a strong Patronus. He already knows what his happy memory would be.
A/N: Everything I write at the moment doesn’t turn out how I want, so I apologize in advance for this.
Word count: 3,143
I had been on tour with Shawn for about a month now and though we’d been dating for almost a year, I had never tagged along his tours before nor had I ever really gone to one of his shows, so sitting on the floor of the hotel room and doing my homework was a rather big step for us. Bringing me along and sharing this part of him was a rather big step for us.
Requested by anon:
okay okay experiment part two is making me want to SIN SO BAD, so I’ve got request! Sherlock is investigating a case about sex workers who ended up dying, but instead of them being tied up and tortured for the murderers fun, it’s because the murderer is just hella kinky and kills his victims after. Sherlock can’t wrap his mind around kinks and asks his assistant (Y/N) to help show him???? If that makes sense??????
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Word count: 2,424
Warnings: Smut (Bondage, unprotected, rough)
A/N: Not only is this for Sequel Friday but also because I believe we all need a smutty week-ending. ;)
Sherlock was at his seat, with his blue eyes glued to his phone. (Y/N)
was sitting at the victim’s chair, with her laptop on and doing some research.
John was at his seat, staring awkwardly at the two of them.
“So…” John spoke, “You’re fine?”
“Yes.” Sherlock and (Y/N) replied in unison.
“No tension or anything?” John continued.
“Nope.” (Y/N) popped the last syllable.
“Oh, that’s great.” John nodded.
“I don’t get why the killer would tie them.” Sherlock complained, “He
had them right there, why would he tie them? Did they try to run away?”
(Y/N) giggled and Sherlock snapped his head to look at her. With a
cocked eyebrow, he silently asked her for an explanation.
“You really don’t know what fetishes are, do you?” She inquired
“It’s a sexual fixation… What does this have to do with the killer?”
“The killer is a kinky bastard.” Watson stated and (Y/N) nodded in
“It doesn’t make any sense!” Sherlock roared, dropping his phone to the
coffee table and throwing his hand up.
“It also didn’t make any sense to you that someone could be aroused by…”
“SHUT UP!” Sherlock commanded and stormed to his room without allowing
neither (Y/N) or John to argue back.
request? yes “ Hiiiiii! I have a request if you’re taking them still, a 13rw (I’m a huge fan of your blog btw) where the reader is dating Zach and he figures out that Bryce did something to her (you can decided) and he loses his shit and attacks him. ”
pairing(s): zach x fem!reader , bryce x fem!reader , alex x fem!reader (platonic)
warning(s): mentions of rape
a/n: i skipped writing the details for the fighting scene because i’m not really good with writing scenes like that, sorry!! but 13rw requests are closed !! i wrote this in a different perspective because i can’t even imagine doing this in a reader’s pov. it made me get so much anxiety writing it, so sorry if this isn’t as good as my other fics. oh, and if any of you readers were wondering, i am willing to write girlxgirl or boyxboy. just shoot me a request and i’ll happily accept. i’m sorry that it seems like i always write about fem!readers :(
words: 1169 (hehe)
[not my gif]
It’s been days since Y/N was last seen in Liberty High.
Warnings: SMUT, NOT PROOFREAD, loss of virginity, possible spoilers, some really weird angst, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cursing, possibly more
Word Count: 953
Request: “Could you do an angsty smut thing woth jimmy where its thier first time and she’s like ‘touch me’ and he is so overwhelmed and happy cause omg she loves him???? Idk man but anyways its fine if not and i rlly love ur writing and yeah :)” - Anon
A/N: ty ty ty my child. And I’m not good with angst tbh so ???
And apparently condoms weren’t a huge thing in the 50′s like what? As much as I write unprotected sex, the idea disgusts me tbh.
(I’ve had this in my drafts for forever, sorry!)
“Jimmy,” You whisper as your boyfriend messily tugs the buttons on the front of your blouse. “I can help you…” He pulls the navy blue sleeves down your shoulders, and off of your arms, letting it fall on the floor, much to your annoyance.
“I wanna do it.” You quietly agree, but moments later notice Jimmy grumble, fumbling with your bra. You reach around your back, un-clipping the black garment. He lets out a small sigh, admiring you.
It’s like slow-motion when Jimmy’s lips smash against yours in a quick, passionate kiss that would lead to him tossing you back on the bed, and him un-buckling his trousers with a sly smile, completely forgetting it’s your first time. It wasn’t until he noticed how fast your heart was beating that he remembered, and to which he attempted to stop his actions. After reassuring him that there was nothing to be afraid of, he began again, very slowly.
“My God Jimmy, I’m not made of glass!” You said, a little bit irritated. Alright, a lot a bit irritated. He knew that he could touch you, that you wanted to be touched by him, but he just couldn’t ever get it through his brain. The two of you had fooled around before, going so far as to you sucking him off in bed during the late hours of the night, thankful that he had his own caravan, but never actually done it. Every time you got close to it happening, he backed out because he was nervous. You weren’t letting that happen this time, though. You were going to show him that it was okay. Whether he believed you or not, well, that was up to him.
Pulling him down on the bed with you, you flip over so he’s under you. Pulling his briefs down, his cock springs free. His size had never, ever failed to surprise you, and sometimes it felt like maybe he was too big. But through the times, he had managed to convince you that he wasn’t “too big” as you had originally thought. The thought still lurked sometimes, though.
“Darlin’, what are you doing?” You quickly shush him, trying to keep your thoughts (and confidence) in order. Sliding your panties off, you toss them to the side, along with your skirt, which Jimmy had previously un-zipped halfway. You hear Jimmy laugh nervously, mumbling something or another about you.
You line his cock up with your entrance, slowly sliding down. A small whimper escapes your parted lips, and Jimmy quickly brings his hands to grip your thighs. “Oh darlin’…” After a moment of adjusting to him, you raise yourself up, your hands on his chest, quickly falling again, the warmth already rising in your stomach.
He groans again, feeling your warmth clasp around him. Jimmy mumbles nonsense, only every few words intelligible. You didn’t mind his sounds, just wished you knew what he was saying. You could make guesses, though.
With another thrust, the two of you fall into a nice rhythm. Every time you’d slide down, he’d buck up to meet you. It was a strange way to lose your virginity, but you weren’t really sure if there was a uniform way to do it. Moans spilled from your newly dirty lips, and somehow, pride was apparent in them. You were brand new to the game, but had Jimmy Darling (of all people!) a groaning mess beneath you.
“J-Jimmy!” You pant, Jimmy pushing you back down to meet his hips. He let out a loud grunt escape his lips, feeling you pulse on his cock.
Meanwhile, Jimmy was lost in his own little world. You were the center of his thoughts, how fucking gorgeous you looks sitting on his cock, the angelic sounds you made, the way your body moved… He was so proud of himself for landing a girl as amazing as you. His mind didn’t even jump to the fact that he didn’t deserve you, unlike usual. It was safe to say that you had blown his mind with your sudden dominance.
He had been with two or three girls before. They were awkward, mostly drunken encounters, who were quick and dirty in the back alley. A back alley Sally, if you will. And I mean, who would want to fuck the lobster boy sober? They had gone with whatever he lead with, and probably ignored him the entire time. None of them spoke up about what they wanted, or even attempted at communicating their needs.
But you took charge, apparently, and Jimmy loved that.
With his hands still on your hips and in the perfect sync, he made an attempt at flipping the pair of you over, so that you were on the bed. A second later, you dismount the handsome boy and lay on the bed, the warm Florida breeze sticking to your skin. Jimmy eagerly takes the opportunity and climbs on top of you, peppering kisses on your neck and chest.
It’s not but a few seconds before he’s mercilessly (well, almost) pounding into you. Now, it was your turn to be the moaning mess beneath your lover, enjoying every single second.
“Jim- Ah!” You shout, Jimmy’s hand quickly rising to cover your mouth.
“Shh. We don’t wanna be caught, do we?” Shaking your head no, he lifts his hand. Quickly, and without warning, you feel yourself release over him again. He groans. Not but a few minutes later, both of you had finished and were laying messily sprawled out on the bed. “Well then…”
“Well then, indeed.” You confirm. He smiles, pulling your bare body closer. And soon enough, the pair of you are fast asleep, praying that nobody entered the van until morning.
Two weeks after you last saw Bucky, you were getting ready for
your meeting with Sam and his team when you heard a lot of giggling and
chattering in the hallway. You rolled your eyes, recognizing the voice of the
“What do you want?” you asked defensively as you swung the
Wanda pressed her cheek against Nat’s and they both gave you
their best innocent smile. When you didn’t answer, they bat their eyelashes at
Summary: You and Roman broke up 4 months and you’re seeing someone new. You
unexpectedly bump into Roman and his date when you’re with yours as well. As
soon as your date ends, Roman takes his chance and shows you who you have
always belonged to.
Based on the
prompt: ‘’Ain’t nobody ever told you who
your real daddy is?’’
Warnings: Pure smut omg, daddy kink, language
(A/N) So you guys voted for this prompt to be written first so here it is! Grab
something to drink and to eat, because this is hella long: 4,000+ words. I hope you guys like
it. I’m sorry if it’s written really messy, this is the first time I’ve written
in a long time. Forgive me if this is trash😩
“This is already the third time this week
you’re going out with that Bryson,” Seth said as he sat on my bed.
“I’m fully aware of how many times I’m going
out with him,” I chuckled back at him as I did my make-up. “He’s a really nice
“I never said he wasn’t, it’s just…” he
paused and looked at me in the mirror, “never mind.”
“No tell me, what’s the matter?” I asked
confused as I turned around to face him. Seth has always been honest with me so
I always listened to what he got to say.
“Aren’t you moving a bit too fast? I mean,
only four months have passed since Roman and you broke up.” He carefully spoke.
“I’m not moving ‘too fast’, I’m moving on
with my life and I’m sure Roman too has moved on.”
“He’s still not over you,” he mumbled
quietly, hoping I didn’t hear it. I decided to not have this discussion with
him and try to focus on tonight. “So this Bryson dude, you really like him?”
“I do, he’s really sweet, he cares about me,
makes me laugh,” I smiled as I wore my heels.
“Roman does too, remember that time the
three of us were at the lake and he pushed me into the water just to make you
laugh because you felt down? Or that time when sprained your ankle when you
wore those ridiculous high heels and Roman carried you on his back the entire
night? Also the time the two of you were all over each other, hugging and
kissing each other, causing to ignore the shit out of me.” Seth reminded me.
“How can I forget?” I chuckled, thinking
back. Roman and I were super close and we loved each other so much that when we
broke up, everyone was in awe, even the two of us couldn’t get used to it at
first. The reason we broke up was mainly because of me not being able to get
used him being on the road so often. I tried my hardest to adjust and he saw
how much I effort I was making, but eventually, he made the heartbreaking
decision to end things. I didn’t agree, of course, but he said it was the best
for us both. ‘’Look, how unfortunate it is, things just didn’t worked out
‘’What if he wants you back? I’ll kick your
ass if you’re staying with that Bryson kid.’’ Seth said frustrated.
‘’It’s not your decision to make, but thanks
for letting me know what I can expect,’’ I sweetly smiled as I hugged him.
‘’Thanks for looking out for me, but I’m a big girl.’’
‘’Whatever you want y/n, I still think you
and Roman should get back together,’’ He said. As he was about to speak, the
doorbell rang. I jumped excitedly and grabbed my bag.
‘’You can let yourself out right? Love you
Seth,’’ I kissed his check and ran downstairs.
‘’You’re making a mistake girl!’’ He
shouted, causing me to roll my eyes, ‘’Love you too.’’ Seth has always been
like a brother to me and even during the time me and Roman split up, he never
failed to be there for me when I needed someone.
‘’You look stunning,’’ Bryson smiled as I
opened the door.
‘’Thank you,’’ I smiled. ‘’You don’t look as
terrible as expected.’’ I joked. He laughed and took my hand in his.
‘’Bryson?’’ I heard Seth’s voice behind me.
Oh lord, save me.
‘’My name’s Seth, nice to meet you. I’m
y/n’s best friend. Oh and also the best friend of her ex,’’ Seth slyly smiled.
I turned around and gave him a death glare.
‘’Oh well, it’s nice to meet you. Y/n told
loads about you.’’ They shook each other’s hands, Seth smiling fake.
‘’Good things I hope.’’
‘’The most wonderful things, we gotta go
now. Bye Seth.’’ I hastily said as I grabbed Bryson’s hand and rushed to his
car. ‘’I’m sorry about that,’’ I sighed as we sat down. ‘’He can be an idiot
‘’It’s fine baby, don’t worry.’’ Bryson
smiled and placed his hand on my thigh. ‘’You ready to go?’’
‘’Totally.’’ I smiled back. He started the
car and we drove off.
‘’Ever been here before?’’ Bryson asked as
we parked the car. ‘’It opened a few months ago I think. Their food is
‘’Well, you made me pretty curious,’’ I
smiled. He bend down and gently kissed me.
‘’Let’s eat till we can’t walk anymore.’’ Bryson
laughed, making me laugh too. We crossed the road and entered the restaurant.
The smell of fresh cooked tomato sauce filled my nose. ‘’We ordered a table for
two,’’ he said to the waiter. I looked around while Bryson and the waiter
figured things out.
‘’I can’t stop saying how beautiful you
look,’’ a familiar deep voice said from behind me. My heart sank in my shoes. I
slowly turned around, praying that it wasn’t who my mind immediately thought of.
But as usual, the universe hates me. It was Roman with another girl, also on a
date. I didn’t realize I was still looking at him until his eyes fell on mine,
widened with surprise and disbelieve. If it was because of me being with someone else or just being in
shock by seeing me, I don’t know. I could punch myself in the face for not
turning back right away, instead, I kept looking at how good he looked; his
hair in a pulled back in a bun, his beard was trimmed, he wore a grey suit with a white shirt. I was speechless by the way he looked, not
that he looked any different than before.
‘’Y/n, you ready?’’ Bryson asked. I quickly
turned my head and nodded with a smile. I had no idea how to feel about this
whole situation. Seeing Roman after four rough months filled with all kinds of
emotions, left me with more feelings than I actually should have at the very
moment. ‘’Babe?’’ He spoke again. Roman coughed roughly, indicating how
irritated he was by how Bryson called me.
‘’Yeah I’m sorry, I was just thinking of
‘’It’s okay sweetheart, let’s sit down,
we’re at table six.’’ He wrapped his arm around my waist as we started to walk
to our table. I would normally never even think of turning around, but since
the relationship me and Roman had was so intense and strong, I couldn’t just
keep walking without a quick glance over my shoulder. He was standing there
with the blonde girl at his side, looking overwhelmed.
‘’It’s an amazing place,’’ I distractedly
said as I sat down, praying that Roman wouldn’t sit anywhere near us. I took
the menu and my eyes scrolled over all the delicious food, getting hungry by
just looking at the names. While being occupied with reading the menu, I felt
people sitting at the table next to us.
‘’Have you decided yet?’’
‘’Everything looks so nice, I can’t
choose,’’ I laughed as I looked up. My eyes automatically wandered, finding
Roman and his date sitting next to us. Lord why? My heart started to race, I
felt myself getting hot; I was turning into a nervous wreck, scared that I
might say something wrong or being too close with Bryson. I shouldn’t have
these thoughts, especially when Roman was the one who ended things between us
and moved on with his life as well.
‘’Are you okay?’’ Bryson asked.
‘’I’m fine,’’ I lied, biting my lip.
‘’Alright, I’ll take the steak with the
salad.’’ He spoke as he put his menu down. ‘’What about you?’’
‘’I think I’m going for the spiced rice with
‘’Sounds lovely,’’ he smiled and waved his
hand at the waiter to tell her our orders. ‘’So, how have you been doing?’’
‘’I’ve been great. I took two weeks off
though, I needed to help my friend with moving to his new place,’’ I said as I
took a sip of my water.
‘’Is it Seth who’s moving?’’ Bryson asked. I
could feel Roman’s eyes burning right through me, shifting in his seat lightly.
‘’Uhm yeah, it’s Seth who’s moving out,’’ I uncomfortably
said. ‘’But how are you doing? How’s your job?’’ I quickly asked, trying to
change the subject for both Roman and mine sake.
‘’Mine’s quite alright, just the usual. Had
to explain why I was wearing a turtle neck to work the other day though,’’ He
smirked, ‘’You left some marks on me which were quite visible that even your
foundation couldn’t cover.’’ Bryson ran his hand through his hair as Roman
almost chocked while drinking his water. ‘’I didn’t mind at all and if I could,
I’d gladly show them, but when you work in an office, you gotta cover things
like that up somehow.’’
‘’You’re right,’’ I smiled briefly, biting
my tongue in the hope I would wake up from this nightmare. I carefully looked
over to Roman, finding him frowning with his jaw clenched, obviously boiling
with anger. His whole body tensed as Bryson intertwined our fingers and smiled.
Roman couldn’t care less about the girl he was with, clearly not listening to
her long dreaded stories she was enthusiastically sharing.
‘’I remember you having-,’’ he paused and
got his phone out of his pocket, ‘’I gotta take this one, do you mind?’’ He
asked. I shook my head, thanking god he couldn’t finish his sentence and smiled
lightly. The waiter brought us the food right when Bryson answered the phone. I
was happy because that meant I could focus on my dish instead of looking around
awkwardly. It had been a long time since I’ve eaten this nice, praising the
chef in my head while eating slowly. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. Thinking it
must be Seth, I took my phone out of my purse. It was my turn to choke on my
delicious food when I saw Roman’s name on my lock screen. He send me a text
saying: ‘I wanna get underneath the table
and make it hard for you to talk.’ I looked over to him and rolled my eyes.
‘’I’m sorry, it was my boss asking if I finished that project.’’
‘’It’s fine, don’t worry,’’ I said as I took
another bite from my food.
‘’So back to our subject,’’ he smirked. Oh
god no. I knew that if he would continue talking, Roman would defenitely say or
do something to make him shut up and I’m not letting that happen.
‘’You know what, let’s talk about something
else okay,’’ I suggested, sounding a little irritated. I looked at my phone
again and Roman sent another text saying: ‘You
look so ravishing baby, oh how I’ve missed seeing you like this.’ I ran my
hand through my hair and decided to send him something back: ‘Stop it Roman.’ was all I typed before
‘’You alright? It’s like you’re not really
enjoying tonight.’’ Bryson concernedly spoke. ‘’If you wanna go, just tell
‘’No I’m fine,’’ I insisted, ‘’just have a
lot on my mind, I’m sorry.’’
‘’Don’t be love, it’s all good,’’ he smiled.
I could feel Roman looking at us from the corner of my eye, anger and
frustration radiating off his body. This was going to be the most unpleasant
dinner ever, I could tell.
‘’I wish they served bigger portions,’’
Bryson mocked as he wiped the corners of his mouth with the napkin. Throughout
the dinner, Roman never stopped sending those text messages, he continued those
looks and it drove me insane. ‘’Anyways,
I’m going to pay okay, be right back.’’ He smiled and walked to the cash register.
I was getting myself ready to leave as I heard Roman’s date saying she had to
use the restroom. Once she was gone, Roman shoved his chair so he was sitting
next to me at the table.
‘’Who’s that,’’ he nodded Bryson’s way,
clearly irritated. I rolled my eyes and sighed. ‘’What?’’
‘’Do you seriously expect me to tell you
after not even try to contact me in those four months? Speaking of contact, why
the hell did you sent me those texts?’’ I hissed.
‘’I think I have the right to know,’’ He
spoke dangerously low. ‘’If I wouldn’t say anything, I’d be fooling myself.’’ He kept his eyes on mine. I was quiet for a
moment until he broke the silence, ‘’Come with me to my place, let me explain
‘’You honestly think I’m agreeing on that?
Look, like I said, I haven’t seen or spoken to you in four months Roman. I
can’t just ignore everything that happened.’’
‘’I’m not asking you to ignore anything,’’
he looked at Bryson who was still busy paying. I think it’s better to have this
conversation at my place unless you want to be disturbed by that jerk.’’ He
said annoyed. I sighed and threw my head back. ‘’Please y/n, I promise you, you
won’t regret it.’’
‘’What am I supposed to say to him?’’
‘’We can also just leave,’’ his low voice
spoke, making me shiver. He noticed and slightly smirked as he scooted his
chair closer to me. He looked over his shoulder to see if Bryson was still
busy. ‘’You coming with me?’’ he asked once again. I was gonna hate myself for
the decision I was about to make. I closed my eyes briefly and nodded. I’m
still weak when it comes to Roman. He sighed in relieve and stood up. ‘’Let’s
‘’I gotta tell Bryson first, I ain’t leaving
like this.’’ I said as I stood up. Roman looked at me worriedly. ‘’I’ll be
right back,’’ I reassured him. As I was about to walk over to Bryson, Roman
grabbed my hand and made me turn around. ‘’What’s wrong?’’
‘’Nothing, it’s just…’’ He bit his lip and
looked at me up and down, ‘’You look so luscious.’’
‘’I’ll be right back,’’ I lightly smiled and
walked over to Bryson while wearing my coat. ‘’Hey, I just bumped into a friend
of mine and we wanted to catch up, we haven’t seen each other in ages.’’
‘’Oh,’’ he looked a little disappointed, ‘’um
alright I think.’’ He smiled and gave me a hug. ‘’Have fun. I hope you enjoyed
‘’Thank you and I did, thanks for
everything.’’ I waved at him as he exited the place. I couldn’t help but feel
guilty towards him. As I turned around Roman was standing right behind me.
‘’What about your beautiful date?’’ I asked.
‘’I left her some money and told her to do
with it what she wanted. She seemed happier when I gave her the money than
taking her out on a date.’’ He chuckled. I shook my head and grinned, walking
outside with Roman following behind me. I made my way towards his car and
waited for him to unlock the doors. ‘’Seems like you still remember,’’ he said
as he sat down.
‘’Something such as your car makes quite a
statement.’’ I said as I fastened my seatbelt. He chuckled. I inhaled the familiar scent of his car; it still
smelled new with a touch of peach. I looked around and saw he still had the car
mat I gave him. Roman once spilled his drink while I was driving his car so I
decided to buy another mat for him and he was so happy once he discovered it. I
smiled at the memory and looked out of the window as he started to drive
towards his house. What used to be a car filled with stories, laughter and
sometimes even the harmonious sound between our bodies colliding together, was
no longer the case; not one word was being exchanged between the two of us. We
drove into his street and a weird feeling came up, nostalgia came close to
describe it. As we entered his house, all the memories came up again.
‘’You okay?’’ He asked. I nodded and walked
towards him into the living room. ‘’You want anything to drink?’’ I shook my
head and sat down on his couch. I had so much mixed feelings right now. ‘’Thank
you for coming,’’ he started as he sat next to me.
‘’You’re welcome.’’ I quietly said.
‘’I made a huge mistake,’’ He whispered,
‘’the moment I let you go.’’
‘’And it took you four months to realize?’’
I huffed as I stood up. ‘’I fought for us Roman, I wanted things to work out
between us. I knew I had to adapt myself to your lifestyle and I tried my
‘’I know you did, I saw how much you tried
and I appreciated it but do you think I liked seeing you having trouble with
‘’You could’ve accepted the fact that I did
my best? You ended it just like that,’’ I teared up. ‘’I wanted to try, Roman.
I never understood why you couldn’t.’’
‘’There was a reason why I ended things,
y/n. You think I liked seeing you like that? Bursting out in tears whenever I
left? Feeling obligated to stay with me?’’ He stood up and walked towards me.
‘’I never wanted you feel that way, I care about you too much.’’
‘’Yeah sure, if you cared about me at all,
you would’ve tried.’’ I turned around so I was facing him.
‘’You know what they say; you don’t know
what you have until it’s gone and I’ve realized I need you.’’ He spoke.
‘’After everything I’ve been through, you
actually have the nerve to say that now?’’ I asked stunned, ‘’Are you being
serious right now or are you playing some kind of sick game because this isn’t
the slightest bit funny.’’ My voice full with frustration and disbelieve. It
was like I had no control over my body as my hand flew upwards to meet his
face. He was quick in action and prevented my hand making contact with his
cheek. His large hand wrapped round my wrist easily
‘’What do you think you’re doing?’’ he asked
angrily. He stepped closer to me so there wasn’t any space left between our
bodies, my wrist still in his tight grip.
‘’I-I’m sorry, that wasn’t my intention,’’ I
stuttered, shocked by what I just tried to do. ‘’I should go now.’’
‘’You’re not going anywhere babygirl.’’ His
pupils were blown, pure lust and fury in his eyes. Hearing him call me like
that after months, made me get goosebumps. ‘’When I saw you with that guy in the
restaurant, something snapped,’’ He wrapped his arm around my tiny waist, his
beard brushed against my cheek as he whispered, ‘’no one gets to touch you like
that, only me.’’ His deep voice spoke. Without warning he picked me up and
threw me over his shoulder as he carried me upstairs.
‘’Roman put me down,’’ I said, trying to
sound convincing. He chuckled and smacked my ass. I squealed and dug my nails
in his back. Once we entered his familiar bedroom, he threw me on the bed with
so much force that I bounced in the middle. He started to loosen up his tie as
he hovered above me.
‘’You think you could just try to hit me
huh?’’ Roman growled as he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my
head. ‘’You were wrong babygirl, actions have consequences.’’
‘’Roman I don’t think we should be doing
this,’’ I breathed heavily as he tied my hands to the bedframe with his black
tie. He smirked as his hands roamed over my whole body. I betrayed myself by
letting out a muffled moan. Who was I fooling? I wanted him as much as he
‘’I can stop if you want me to,’’ he
whispered as he started to pull back. I shook my head and bit my lip. ‘’Tell me
what you want,’’ he demanded, his lips touching mine lightly. I didn’t know
what to think, say or do that moment. I missed everything about him; his smell,
the way his body felt, his touch. I was completely overwhelmed by everything
that was happening but you didn’t hear me complaining. ‘’I still haven’t heard
anything yet.’’ He unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it across the room, leaving
‘’Please Roman, I need you,’’ I admitted as
I looked him in the eye. The words sounded familiar leaving my lips. Suddenly,
I remembered something, something he always enjoyed hearing me say, his
weakness. ‘’Please daddy,’’ I whispered. His eyes widened and I could tell his
whole body language changed from need to lust. A low growl left his chest as he
tore the dress off my body. I was about to complain about ruining my favorite
gown, but when he looked me in the eye, I forgot about everything.
‘’Look at you,’’ he licked his lips and got
rid of his pants, ‘’all merciful for me.’’ He bent down and unclasped my bra.
‘’Lay back baby, let daddy take care of you.’’
‘’Oh fuck,’’ I moaned as his lips closed
around my right nipple, sucking slowly while looking at me. I threw my head
back in pleasure, enjoying the way his touch felt against my heated body. His
large hands lazily trailed to the waistband of my lace panties, slipping his
hand inside. My body tingled as my sensitive bundle of nerves was being touched
after so long.
‘’You’re already dripping babygirl, you
missed daddy that much, didn’t you?’’ Roman murmured. I nodded, not being able
to talk. His tongue left a wet trail from my collarbone to my ear, biting on my
earlobe as he pushed his digits inside of me agonizingly slow. I gasped in
pleasure as I felt my walls being stretched. Since we broke up, I haven’t been
with anyone else. I haven’t craved anyone else their touch but his’.
‘’Fuck baby you’re so tight,’’ he groaned as
he looked down. My back arched off the queen sized bed, breathing heavily. He
pumped his fingers in and out of me slowly while biting down on my neck. ‘’You
love riding daddy’s fingers, don’t you babygirl? You love it when I tell you
not to cum, when I whisper dirty things in your ear that turn you on and only
make you wetter,’’ his deep, rough voice whispered against my skin. ‘’Tell me,
who does this pussy belong to?’’
‘’Y-you daddy,’’ I whimpered. He slowly
added a third finger, making me scream in pleasure. I tried to wiggle my hands
free from the knot he made so I could do something. I had no idea what, maybe
grab his hair or the sheets, something. Once he felt my walls clench around his
fingers, he stopped and gently pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me
breathless. The heat in my lower abdomen got stronger as he licked his fingers
and hummed in approval.
‘’Not yet baby,’’ was all he said as he got
rid of my panties and spread my legs. He dove in between my thighs, kissing my
drenched pussy like he was kissing me. My head fell back and my eyes closed,
letting my other senses take over. His tongue circled my clit slowly before
sucking on it gently, inserting his tongue in me right after. I could feel my
climax already starting to form, he never had to do much to make me cum, his
voice alone was enough.
‘’Roman I’m…so…fuck,’’ I moaned, not able to
make a proper sentence. The pleasure he was giving me made me feel intoxicated.
He hummed against me causing my hips to rise. He placed his strong arm around
my waist, holding me down. ‘’I’m gonna cum,’’ I breathed heavily.
‘’Good girls ask for permission.’’ He said
as he added his fingers back inside of me. I couldn’t postpone my orgasm longer
so I had no choice.
‘’Can I cum please,’’ I whimpered, ‘’please
‘’Cum for daddy,’’ he smirked and delved his
tongue further in my entrance, making me see stats. I haven’t felt this good in
a long time. He licked his lips as he crawled back up to kiss me. I groaned
when I tasted myself as his tongue slipped in my mouth. We kissed for a good
five minutes or so, all the anger, sadness and frustration seemed to have
disappeared. I was stalking for myself; Roman, at the other hand, was still
frustrated and I could tell by his whole body language. Besides, I know him too
pulled back, we were both breathing heavily while looking at each other. He
climbed off his bed, pulling his pants down along with his boxers. My mouth
watered as my eyes fell from his eyes to his dick. ‘’You missed daddy’s dick?’’
He purred as he started to stroke himself while walking to the side of the bed.
I nodded and wiggled my hips. He chuckled and climbed back on the bed again,
knees next to my body so his dick almost touching my lips. ‘’Suck it,’’ he demanded.
I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip, making his head fall back. One hand
found his way in my hair as the other started to rub my pussy again. ‘’Ah fuck
babygirl, I missed that little mouth of yours,’’ he grunted as I moaned. I
could hardly focus as he slowly rubbed my pussy. My mouth closed over his dick,
sucking slowly, each time taking more of him. I looked up at him; his eyes shut
in pleasure, his whole body tensed. I could feel his dick throb so I knew he
was close to cum. He hissed and yanked my hair back, bending down to kiss me. ‘’You
want me inside of you?’’
I nodded, watching him walk to the end of
his bed, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt so vulnerable but safe at the same
time. He positioned himself between my legs, rubbing his dick up and down against
my wet slit. He pushed himself inside of
me slowly. I gasped at how big he felt; like he was doing me for the very first
time. ‘’Jesus y/n you’re fucking tight,’’
‘’Oh fuck,’’ I whispered. He kept his slow
pace going for a while, letting me adjust to his size. After he felt like I was
stretched enough, he lifted my leg onto his shoulder and started to vigorously thrust,
literally taking my breath away. My head started to spin, my body tingled and I
knew I wasn’t going to last long. Neither was Roman.
‘’Ain’t nobody ever told you who your real
daddy is?’’ he growled, ‘’You’re mine and I ain’t letting you go anymore,’’
I moaned at the heartwarming yet extremely
hot statement he made. This man is just too amazing for words and I’ve missed
him. So much. ‘’I’m so close,’’ I moaned. He lightly smiled and started to rub
my clit in fast motions. ‘’Oohh myy goddd.’’ My voice grew louder, my insides
started to clench around him, the heat in my lower abdomen was starting to
build; signing that I was close to another orgasm. Roman noticed and I could
tell he was also on the verge by the way his thrusts became sloppy and slow,
his breathing became heavier. His dick started to throb inside of me, pushing
against my walls which created this incredibly pleasurable feeling.
‘’Cum for daddy babygirl,’’ he moaned.
‘’Romann,’’ I cried out his name as my
orgasm shattered throughout my entire body. Roman followed shortly after; his
dick twitching inside of me while moaning my name. As I opened my eyes, his
hands were placed at either side of my face. I smiled at him and he gave me one
in return as he untied my hands. ‘’I think I’ll have to stay the night,’’ I
spoke as I snuggled up against him under the covers. He chuckled and placed his
arm around me.
‘’I’m really sorry y/n, about everything,’’
he genuinely said, ‘’I’m sorry I hurt you and I’m sorry for not accepting that
‘’That’s all in the past now Ro,’’ I
‘’Good to hear, because I was thinking,’’ he
looked at me and caressed my cheek, ‘’maybe we should try again?’’
He patiently waited for my answer. Not that
I had to think about it, I just wanted to make him sweat. ‘’Alright, let’s try.’’
I smiled. He kissed me and intertwined our fingers.
‘’I promise you, you won’t regret it y/n, I love you.’’ He sealed his
words with a passionate kiss and we both drifted off.