Hey, could you make one with bts reaction to you asking them to eat you out? Thx!
Guys, I want you to know that I have a daddy kink and in most of my smut reaction there is at least one member showing of “Daddy” attitude. It’s also about this one. You have been warned. Proceed.
Jin is more of a cock person. He likes to make you crazy with his cock, but when you ask him to eat you out instead, he get’s a little nervours. Not because he doesn’t like to eat you out, but because he gets sloppy. Jin likes to know the whole control is in him and when he goes down on you, he loses it. Boy just gets drunk on you juices.
Min fucking Yoongi. He knows how to use his tongue. He knows about the “tongue technology”. He’ll go slow, at a pace that can drive anyone absolutely mad. When he knows you are on the bring of screaming, shouting and begging, those magnifecent fingers will come in the play, his tongue will go faster and his biggest reward will be the fucked out face you’ll have, wihtout him even getting out his cock.
*daddy content, read at your own risk*
He was having you at his mercy. Your hands were tied and you were following you Daddy with your eyes, praying to the God’s that he’ll be in a good mood and eat out your heavenly pussy. Thank god he was. You were so good for him the last couple of days, putting up with the fact that he had work and couldn’t always see you. The least he could do is eat his princess. It was kind of his special drink. He was one of those people who go really fast and then really slow, torturing the shit out of you. And only when you begged him like twenty times, he’ll smirk and finish you up.
Have you seen his tongue? Boy can do wonders if he wants. The thing is he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to look like he is controlled by you. So when you asked him to eat you out, he didn’t want to at first. But then you begged him to atleast try and boy was happy to obligate. The fisrt time he licked, he was done. From then on Jung Hoseok took his time to eat the pussy. He also found out you came a lot faster on his tongue.
Park Jimin lives off his tongue. He eats pussy every day and it brings him such a pleasure knowing that only his tongue made you cum more than two times in the time gap of 30 minutes. Kitten licks, tongue-fucking, you moving on his tongue, name it, he can do it.
Behold the fucking king of fingers and tongue. Kim Taehyung teached the others about the tongue-fucking and guess who was the example when the others had to take notes. You. At first you were totally against it. Was he out of his mind? And then Tae suggested that you won’t see the others. And somehow you said yes. With a satin fabric around your eyes, Kim Taehyung pushed you on his bed and started teaching his students. He fucked you with his tongue every fucking possible way that the world knows and at the fifth time you came you lost count. At the end Tae kissed you, tugged you in his bed and told you that you did great.
Jungkook works in deals. If you teach him how to use his tongue, he teaches you how to use your yhead. It was a win-win situation for bothe of you. What you didn’t know however was, how good Jungkook actually managed to control his tongue, to know where to use it flat and when not, which basically brought you to orgasm way faster than you wanted to. When you asked him if he actually needed a “lesson”, Jeon Jungkook smirked with his lips glistening from your cum “No, baby doll, I needed to taste you at least once. And I’m not dissapointed.”
Synopsis: Imagine admitting
to Loki that you never manage to orgasm when are with men, making him smirk
mischievously in response.
“Is that a
challenge, my dear?”
So for the
next couple of hours, he magically locks the two of you in your room and makes
it a challenge as to how many times he can make you cum in a row. He pleasures
you with his soft hands, his skilled and long fingers and his silver tongue before
he fucks you roughly.
Pairing: Loki x Reader Rating: M Chapter: 1/1 (Oneshot) Words: 4040 Warnings: smut. a lot of smut.
The Paladins Reacting To You Getting Hurt In Battle Would Include..
I DO NOT OWN THE GIF
PROMPT?: hello! i friggin love your blog. do you think you could do a would include for the voltron paladins, how they would react to you getting hurt in battle/captured?? sorry if it’s a bad explanation, i haven’t really requested for much ahah. thank you so much!
A/N: An option for allura lovers! yay! And hell yeh i added dad Coran. Also this is my first one in this format so be kind? and these all surround the same kind of injury!
WARNINGS: gender neutral!! pain mention?? cursing
SHIRO: When he hears your body hit the alien dirt, Shiro loses all patience. He orders all the other paladins to start kicking ass and runs to your noodle body. Although he knows it’s probably bad, he would start cradling your neck and wrap his other available arm around your midsection and nervously smile down at you. He would laugh and brush away any dirt or stray hairs. And once you got back to the castle, he would attend to your every need, even the smallest pillow fluff. Lots of “Shiro, I can walk-” “Nope, crutches.” and “Shiro, I’m breathing. You can go to bed.” but he would stay there anyway. He would keep you from fighting for at least a week. And lots of nose kisses once he feels your ‘frail and fragile’ body could handle it.
PIDGE: Once you’re taken out of battle, Pidge’s fighting power like.. triples. She finishes it for you. She will make sure that whatever hurts you, pays for it. Most of the paladins get out of the way once the news gets over the com that you’re hurt. And once she’s pulled away from kicking the enemy and berating it, she runs endless medical tests on you. Space CAT Scans and going into the castle healing pods for at least three hours a day until even the pod rejects you. She will hang out with you and make you soup and bring you water if you even look the least bit dehydrated. She will block off a good portion of the lounge so Lance and Keith have to sit on the last three feet of the couch. No one says anything. They’re afraid.
;summary — working the graveyard shift means you’re exhausted by the time 9am comes around. lucky for you, 9am happens to be your neighbors’ favorite time for obnoxious sex. lucky for them, you’re always up for a challenge. shitty neighbors don’t always have to be a bad thing.
;warnings — language | mild unintentional voyeurism/mentions of exhibitionism | slight instances of jealousy | unprotected sex | oral sex | face-sitting | mentions of masturbation | very mild cumplay | soft dom/sub tones
;word count — 11k
;a/n — this wasn’t the hoseok story i originally wanted to post this week but this idea really excited me. happy hixtape season, everyone!
Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f)
Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting.
A/N: This is the introduction to the tattoo-shop AU, a Stucky x reader story that could be compared to my earlier series: Savages. I have no idea where this is going or how long it’s gonna be. I’m just gonna see where it takes me.
“Buck-.. you think we’re gettin’ boring?” Steve muses, his arms behind his head, relaxing against his pillow as he stares up at the ceiling.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Steve” Bucky groans, popping up somewhere below Steve’s belt, pushing his hair away from his eyes. “m’Tryin’ to suck your dick here, you mind?”
“I don’t, actually” Steve grins. “I was just thinkin’”
“Yeah. I know” Bucky shuts him up, pinching his husband’s side, earning a yelp in turn. “Stop it and let me suck your pretty cock”
“Baby, c’mon, hold on a minute, okay?” Steve pleads, putting on his best pouting face and big blue eyes.
Bucky groans, rolls off his husband, “Okay, okay. Stop with the eyes already. What’s on your mind?”
Helloooo lovies! So this is my first imagine on this blog, and I do hope you enjoy it! I will be posting lots of imagines and blurbs etc. regarding Harry, and most will contain smut! But I will of course have writings that are just pure fluff as well! Enjoy this one!
Warnings: Smut & Language
Word Count: 3k
“Don’ tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
“Having a baby with you?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes falling closed as Harry began to move your hips over his bulge, causing you to let out a quiet whimper as the fabric of his jeans rubbed through the thin lace material covering your clit.
“No love,” he let out a throaty laugh, his eyes moving down to where you two were currently grinding against one another, “Don’ know why I was thinkin’ of havin’ a baby, really… was mainly just thinking about sinking my cock inside of ya, pet.”
Your eyes snapped open as the words left his mouth as you pressed your clit down against him to gain even more friction as his words literally caused you to throb at the thought, “Harry…” you whimpered quietly, your fingers now gripping onto his tshirt tightly.
“Do you wan’ tha’?” His accent was thicker than you had ever heard before as you stared into his darkening eyes, and all you could do was nod your head and let out a breathy sigh of agreement along with it. Somewhere among your exchange of words, Harry’s hand had slipped into your panties and his finger was slowly moving around your clit, but not quite applying the pressure you were currently craving; he was going to make you beg for it.
ORthe one where Harry really can’t stop thinking about the act of making babies with his best friend, and he’s tired of her slinking around his house wearing barely anything.
“Would ya ever have a baby with me?” The words slipped past his lips casually, his eyes trained on you as he brought the wine glass that was in his hands to a rest on the coffee table in front of you two.
“Excuse me?” You all but choked as the words registered, the wine that was gracefully slipping down your throat coming to an abrupt stop and getting stuck in your vocal pipes, causing you to cough for a few seconds as you worked it out. Your sea green eyes flicked up to his emerald ones, squinting as he watched you with amusement, a small smirk playing on his lips as he captured his bottom one between his thumb and forefinger.
Harry was your best friend. Harry had been your best friend for almost 6 years now, and you had been by his side almost every step of his career, cheering him on and encouraging him to take leaps he was too afraid of. But you were only best friends… why would a baby together ever cross his mind? You two may have shared one or two (or ten or twenty) drunken kisses on nights when you stumbled into one another’s flat, coats being haphazardly thrown to the floor and lips meeting in a sloppy goodnight as you both fell onto whomevers bed you had chosen for the night before passing out, but that was it.
“What? Not weird to think about having a baby with ya best friend, is it?” His smirk was only getting wider as you let out an exasperated breath, your eyes narrowing to slits as you decided to place your wine glass on the table next to his.
“S'just….” he continued, refusing to break eye contact, “What if m'not married by the time I’m 30. Ya know more than anyone I wanna have kids… so if m'not married and you’re not… would ya have a baby with me?”
I see you, Nonny, sneaking multiple asks into one :P I do like these types of fics tho. :P
anonymous said: Hii! Do you know any sterek fics where one of them or both are deaf,
blind, or can’t speak? If you could put a mix of them in there that
would be great (: thank you so much your amazing !
This list fills your ask too, but also check out our mute!Stiles tag for those fics (cause this post is already kinda crazy long, lol).
(4,432 I Teen I Complete) *sterek, human au, doctor!stiles
He hasn’t always been deaf.
Although, sometimes, he wishes he was. Mainly because he knows what he’s missing. He remembers what the rustle of the wind in the trees sounds like, remembers what kids playing in the playground sounded like, what laughter sounded like.
Derek became deaf from the fire that took his family long ago, and has refused to speak since. But when he is forced to speak in the court case of the woman who betrayed him long ago, he begrudgingly accepts the help of a newly graduated speech pathologist. Stiles, however, is about to teach a whole lot more.
Derek inspected the paper with curiosity. It was a poster that seemed to be advertising a dancing event. There was a dancer in the middle, dressed in ballet clothes, body toned and hard, but the movement that was captured screamed smooth and melodic even from the picture.
I don’t understand. He signed with a frown.
It’s an invitation. I am one of the dancers in the group and I would like it if you came. Stiles replied nervously.
When they’re sixteen they steal some of Stiles’ dad’s alcohol. They’re a little tipsy when Stiles starts whining about how he’s still never kissed anyone. He makes a face and signs, “I’m sixteen, Scott. This is ridiculous. I’m gonna wither up and die before I ever kiss anyone.” His signing is a little loose and sloppy from the alcohol, and when he finishes he collapses backward on the bed, sighing like the world is crumbling around him.
Scott leans over him, rolls his eyes, and signs, “I’ll kiss you if it means you’ll shut up about it.”
(6,241 I Mature I Complete) *sterek, model!stiles, nerd!derek, alive hale family
Stiles Stilinski, also known as the most famous model any underwear company has. He’s on billboards, magazines, covers of packaging. Anything and all. Most people say he’s popular just because he’s gay, others say it’s because he’s hot, or because he’s deaf. His life is busy and he works a lot, but it all changes when he meets Derek, a local man who treats him like a normal person.
(Previously known as ‘Really? That’s how you want to play?’)
(7,761 I Mature I Complete) *sterek, proposals, weddings
Sheriff Stilinski has been waiting for this day for a long time. As he watches his visitor walking up the path, he thinks about everything that’s happened in the past year and his fingers twitch for his gun. But he can’t do that; he can’t shoot this man, as much as he might like to sometimes. Maybe he can go one worse, though.
Stiles nodded and smiled again, his teeth flashing brightly and he signed something again, before looking frustrated with himself.
“You’re welcome,” Derek told him, feeling a wave of relief when Stiles’ face brightened. That would’ve been awkward if Stiles hadn’t been trying to say thank you.
“I had a really good time, so yeah. I’m glad you came with me,” he said, feeling his face grow hot. Derek wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t confident. Sure, he had the looks and he could flirt shamelessly when he got hit on, but he always got shy around the people he genuinely liked, not that there was too many of those.
But Stiles didn’t let him dwell on that. He gripped Derek’s arm, grinned cheekily and pointed at himself before lifting two fingers. It took a while for Derek to get it but when he did, he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face.
(28,313 I General I Complete) *sterek, mates, kidnapped stiles
Alone, Stiles could feel the tiredness start to run through his body, the cuts on his body aching and other places hurting which made him wonder how they were hurting before he blinked a few times, eyes lifting towards the windows and the grey sky, Stiles hoped that the pack would find him. Slumping down in to the bonds, Stiles dropped his chin to his chest as tears gathered in his eyes, he felt scared for the first time since the car accident and he hated the fact that he couldn’t hear for anything which could creep up on him, hated that he couldn’t protect himself, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Stiles tried to keep the tears away as he finally let the tiredness wash over him.
(132,553 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, human au, sick!stiles, hurt!stiles, first time
Monday dawned fresh and cool and with a lack of Stilinski.
The buzz in the school changed over the week, once Derek started paying attention to it. No longer was the student body talking about where the students were going on vacation, or lack thereof for the more middle-class populace. They were bandying about a different series of words instead.
Stiles could remeber the last thing he saw, it wasn’t the car that was about to hit him it was Derek Hale. Stiles is now Legally blind hiding his secret from his friends for Three years now their back and his life is turned upside down and all he can think about is Derek.
(13,229 I Mature I WIP) *steter, historical au, medieval au, nobleman!peter, magic!stiles
Peter is sick of court and the drama it entails. His sister is creating a life for her and her children in a new and promising land that Peter finds cold and horrid. Soon he is dragged into something much bigger than himself and the usual royal court happenings. This boy he thinks he failed to keep from harm may not be safe but he is alive.
Derek Hale is convinced he can protect his pack from anything. Kanimas, other packs, even the supernatural that remain myths (like demons and the such), but an event hits him like a punch to the gut to remind him that the things he can’t protect his pack from are the everyday horrors in which life makes us her bitch. [Blind!Stiles]
An AU ‘verse in which Stiles is born blind and is Derek’s mate. The rest of the world is just going to have to adjust accordingly because if you think that’s going to stop the boy who runs with wolves, you are horrendously mistaken.
(83,738 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, marine!derek, ptsd!derek, human au
Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.
Derek and his adopted daughter move to Beacon Hills to try and start up a normal life. They meet Stiles in a park with his service/seeing-eye dog and while Malia bonds with the dog, Derek ends up bonding with Stiles.
When Derek loses his sight and hearing saving Scott from an attack, the
Stilinski’s take him in. As nurse and patient Stiles and Derek grow
closer, but what will happen when Derek gets better? Will Stiles be
left with a broken heart?
Summary: Can u do a grayson imagine where him n y/n like each other, but neither of them tell each other but Ethan knows ofc. So u tried to move on. N Grayson been actin like an ass wit u cus he saw u out having lunch with Cameron Dallas (him Ethan n Grayson are friends in this) n u guys have a heated argument leads to him kissing n then to you guys having rough but passionate sex n u guys get caught by Cameron Dallas n Ethan coming back to the twins apartment.
Warnings: Fingering/eating out/spanking/unprotected sex/Doggy Style/cursing/AKA Grab a bible
A/N: This is so intense. I hope you guys have enjoyed this mini mini series of Grayson! Thanks for reading you guys now enjoy the sexual side of G!
“I hate you Grayson. Just go home please.” I said exhaustedly, but before I could turn around I was pinned up against the wall as Grayson’s warm lips kissed mine hard. I was beyond confused at whatever was happening. Three seconds ago we were yelling and the next he’s making out with me hard. “Where’s Ethan?” I asked pushing Grayson off.
“I don’t know probably out now.” He says before reconnecting his lips back to mine. I try and grab his shoulders for better friction, but he takes my arms and pins them above my head. “No baby girl. You don’t get to do that.” Grayson then kisses me hard again. One hand had my wrists pinned while one hand moves to my breasts as he starts squeezing them. His lips connect roughly to my neck as I feel his tongue softly cover the light bruise forming. I try my best to hold back the moans which makes Grayson smirk.
“Baby girl you don’t want to do that.” He says lowly as he pinches my nipples hard.
“Fuck!” I moaned as I felt Grayson’s lips on my neck curve into a smile. He knew the power he had over me. He knew just what he was doing. His hand moved from my breasts and softly slid down my body until he reached the hem of my jeans. He reconnects his lips with mine and kisses me hard. My body thrusts upwards to him. He pulls away and smirks to me.
“Keep your hands above your head baby girl, okay?” He gives my neck a kiss before he gets down on his knees and looks up to me smiling. His hands give my hips a squeeze and he places soft kisses from my belly button to the hem of my jeans. He unbuttons them and kisses the top of my underwear. His hands wander to my ass as he gives a firm squeeze. I thrust my pelvis forward as Grayson chuckles. “Patience baby girl.” He kisses my panty line and trails down my crotch. I feel him lightly kiss my slit through my panties and I was weak.
He pulls my jeans down to my ankles and off my feet to where I was left in my white tank top and pink panties.
“Why? Why are you doing this Grayson?” I asked confused which made him stop everything he was doing. I could see his jaw clenching again which made me swallow my words.
I felt my heart begin to race as he quickly stood to his feet. He grabbed my wrist hard and he yanked me to my room. I try my best not to trip as he shoves me on to the bed.
“You said Cameron treated you like a person and I said I was going to make you take those words back. Do I make myself clear? Oh baby girl you don’t know how much I’m going to make you scream. Everyone on the fucking block will know my name.” He says as he connects his lips harshly to mine again. I tried to get up, but he pinned me down.
Grayson just kisses my neck and trails down my body. Before I know it, I feel the cool air brush against exposed slit. I then feel the slightly unshaven face of Grayson rubbing against me and kissing my clit which made me buck my hips forward. I shiver at the intense of his lips sucking on my clit.
“Fuck!” I screamed which I felt him smile as he grabbed my ass and pushed me more into his face. He was eating me out hard and it felt so good. I rolled my head back as I went to lock my finger in his hair. As soon as his hair touched my finger tips he stopped.
“Do you like this? Do I make you feel good?” He asks as his finger slowly moves in circles around my clit. “Does Cameron make you feel this good?” He asks as he licks his bottom lick pulling the flesh in between his teeth. His fingers curve upwards barely tapping my G-spot. My mouth makes the shape of an O and I throw my head back. I slowly grind my hips into Grayson’s fingers. “Say it.” He growls which causes me to look at him. “Say I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.” He says as his fingers slide in and out of me harder, curving his fingers to hit my G-spot each time.
“Gr-Grayson.” I sputtered as his fingers hit me harder. “Fuck you feel so good.” I moaned as I flopped my body back against the bed. Grayson slows his pace as he hovers over me. He pulls his fingers out of me and clashes his lips with mine.
My hands tangle in his hair before he pulls away from me and stood at the end of the bed. He then slips his shirt over his head before pulling his pants down revealing his larger member in his boxers.
“Turn over.” Was all he said. Before I could react I felt Grayson slide my body down towards him. He was not patient at all. He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomach.
“Grayson? What the hell you have a girlfr-AH!” I felt a burning sensation scatter throughout my body. I look over my shoulder and I see Grayson’s hand raised high.
“Don’t make me spank you again baby girl.” He says gruffly at which I bit my bottom lip. “Gosh I hate having to spank you Y/N. But someone needs to punish you.” Grayson says as his hand slams against my bare ass again which caused me to squeak. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was smirking. “Do you like that baby girl?” He asks which I turn my head slightly to look at him.
“I mean I’m not going to say I don’t like it.” I replied shyly which I saw his tough guy side fall a little and I saw Grayson lightly laugh followed by a smile. I giggled too, before his hand slapped my ass again.
“Gosh Y/N I’m so angry with you. I can’t believe you can kiss me, my brother, go on a date with Cameron, of all people you picked Cameron.” I chuckled a little as his hand slid in between my thighs to separate them which I knew what was about to happen. “And then here you are, letting me fuck you, right here in your bedroom.” With that I feel Grayson slam into me causing me to let out a yelp. I felt my walls expanding attempting to get used to his size. This wasn’t my first time, hell this wasn’t even my fifth time. But Grayson’s dick was so huge inside of me. “Like I’m going to fuck you like this so I don’t have to see you because I know if I see your face I’ll lose it.” Grayson pulls out and slams into me again which makes me let out a moan. “Mmm baby girl your moans sound so hot.” He says as he spanks my ass and let’s his nails drag against my skin which I let out another moan.
“Fuck Gray!” I shout which causes him to thrust faster inside me. Finally I start to adjust to his size as I slam back into him. He grabs my ass hard and gives a hard squeeze. His dick hit my G-spot every single time he slammed inside of me. None of my exes knew where my spot was, but Gray did. Maybe his new girlfriend has taught him a few things or maybe me telling him about all the other guys he picked up on a few things.
“That’s it.” Grayson says before he pulls out of me and then slams my body on top of his. I knew to grind against him as he slowly slides himself inside of me. He peels my tank off with my sports bra and lies me down on my back. He thrusts into me as my nails dig into his back. “Scream my name.” He grunts as he rides me hard.
“Scream my name.” He grunts as he rides me hard.
“Fuck Grayson!” I moan as I wrap my arms tightly around his neck as he continues to pound into. I feel the headboard shaking behind me. I hear the wood slamming against the wall and the bed springs squeaking. Grayson connects my lips to his again and kisses me full of passion. At first he was very rough, but now I felt more passion. His kisses weren’t as sloppy and he wasn’t so aggressive anymore.
His kisses were softer now, but fueled completely by passion with a hint of lust. This was the Grayson I fell in love with. This was the Grayson I wanted more than anyone. More than Ethan and Cameron combined.
He slowed his pace to where now we were just taking each other in, but he quickly sped up when I could feel him start twitching inside of me. I grab his face and push his face back for a second. “Cum for me Gray.” I said as I reconnected my lips back to his again as he speeds his thrusting up. I thrust up towards Grayson and soon I feel him pull out of me and he came all over my stomach. He then takes his fingers and rubs vigorously on my clit to make sure I finished too.
“Scream my name when you cum baby.” Grayson says as he rubs harder. I rolled my hips up towards his fingers. “Who makes you feel this good?” Grayson rubs me harder at which I feel my toes start to curl.
“You do.” I said shyly which made Grayson rub harder.
“Say my name.” He says at which I feel the knot in my stomach come undone as my entire body starts to shiver.
“Grayson! Fuck Gray!” I moaned at which he started to smile. He grabs me an old shirt to wipe the cum off of my stomach. I try to get up, but he stops me.
“No just curl up in bed. We need to talk.” Grayson says as he starts to pull me into him on the bed. He wrapped us up in my comforter. After a few minutes of nothing but silence and Grayson just holding me I decided to say something.
“Did you just cheat on Sophie?” I asked realizing he was in a relationship. Grayson looked to me like he was caught off guard. “You’re a lot of things Grayson Dolan, but a cheater is not you.” I asked and he just sighed.
“I like you okay? I always have. Sophie was just for publicity and maybe to make you jealous.” He says and I lean off of his chest to look him in the eyes.
“These past two months without you and E really fucking sucked. The things you said really hurt me. Why are you just now saying something? Why did you say we were just friends on Ellen? Why now Grayson? Why not two months ago when I needed to hear it?” I was obviously hurt because I felt Grayson’s arms wrap around my bare body as he kissed my shoulder softly.
“Because I didn’t want fans to hate on you. I’ve seen the things they would comment on your instagram every so often whenever E, you, and I would hangout. We weren’t even dating and they would say such awful things to you. Then when Sophie and I started seeing each other and the comments the fans would leave on her instagram or twitter, they were ruthless. Sophie can handle it though. She’s used to haters. You aren’t. The last thing I wanted was for us to start dating or anything and then they scare you away or you changing your mind about us.” Grayson answers which I nod in agreement.
“Why did you say those awful things to me when you caught Ethan and I kissing? We weren’t dating.” I said and Grayson just rolled his eyes.
“No we weren’t dating, but you were making out with my brother. How am I supposed to feel? I was so angry and hurt that I wanted you to feel what I felt. After that I told Ethan to stay away from you and not talk to you. Was it mature? No. Do I regret it? Kind of.” Grayson said as his eyes grazed down my body. “But I really do like you Y/N. I like you so much. Even when we weren’t talking for two months I missed you. You were my first and my last thought at the start and end of every day. When I saw you at In N Out with Cameron, I just wanted to walk over and knock him out and then run off with you, but then I remembered something.” His eyes looked down in front of him and he let out a sigh.
“What’s that Gray?” I asked concerned.
“You weren’t mine. I let you go. More like I pushed you into Cameron’s arms. That’s why I came here today. I wanted to get you back. I want you to be mine.” He says as he kisses my lips gently.
“Woah Y/N you’re naked!” We heard Ethan shout. I grabbed the comforter and pulled the blanket up to cover my bare body. “And you’re in bed with Grayson? Okay I need details. Get dressed, I’m going to order a pineapple pizza, and we are going to have a movie night like the old times.” Ethan said as Grayson and I both started giggling. Just then Cameron walked in behind Grayson. Grayson popped his head up and his smile disappeared. Cameron’s eyes immediately went to me. Grayson leaned forward to cover my body from Cameron’s eyes.
“Dude get the fuck out. She’s mine.” Grayson said and gave me a kiss right in front of everyone. When he pulled away Cameron was gone which we all started laughing. Ethan went into the living leaving Grayson and I.
“So I’m yours now am I?” I asked as I threw on my Dolan Twins hoodie with some pajama pants.
“I would really like it if you were mine.” He smiles when I walked over to him slowly. I wrapped my arms around him as my lips attach to his. His arms wrap around me as he just holds me. We pull away and he rests his forehead on mine.
“I would too.” I answered as we walked into the living room and told Ethan everything. About the bickering, Sophie and Gray not being in a real relation, about how Gray claimed we were just friends. Ethan just smiled and laughed at all the craziness we had encountered in just two months, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
That night Grayson spent the night in my room while Ethan fell asleep on the couch. He held me in his arms and he would softly kiss me all throughout the night. We watched The Little Mermaid and we just cuddled.
“I love you.” Grayson mumbled into my hair. “Like a lot.” He kisses my forehead which I just smiled against his warm chest.
“So much for being just friends huh?” I asked with a chuckle which Grayson just scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Y/N I think you and I both know we were never just friends.” He says as he tackles me into a kiss.
Warnings: Mostly smut, pissed off reader at first, then just smut, fingering, pussy eating, Daddy Kink, Alpha/Beta kink(not the A/B/O kind), more smut, anal, rough sex, unprotected sex, added sickening fluff at the end, cos why the hell not?
Word count: 2300
Summary: You finally get sick of Derek’s constant need to train. But when you decide you’ve had enough, he decides he’s not about to let you leave so easily.
A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by anon-hi. could you do a derek hale smut (female y/n) where she’s a new beta in his pack+ derek and her are sparring together. y/n gets tired, tells derek that she doesn’t want to train anymore bc its frustrated how he keeps beating her, starting to shout and swear. derek gets mad at her before pinning her down by her wrists and basically telling her off which she finds sexy. he smells her arousal and he starts teasing her about it and they have rough sex where derek is being really dominant ???? Ok, so it’s basically sticking to the request, but I added some more stuff. Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!
Kim Taehyung | Fuck Buddies to Lovers!AU | Smut | Angst | Word Count: 6k
“You’re the one always saying how you wouldn’t give a fuck if I were to up and leave. The one that told me I can’t flaunt you because you’re not mine,” he says, stepping away from you to run a hand through his hair. “And you’re telling me you like me?”
•This ink better not freaking bleed through the page
•I wish I started journaling sooner
•ugh I ruined it
•What if someone secretly reads my journal when I’m not home??!
•Should I hide my journal?
•Oh god if someone read this and shared it to everyone I’d be ruined
•Why doesn’t everyone keep a journal? How can you not?!
•Damn I suck at this
•I’m gonna get off of tumblr so I can journal some more [keeps scrolling for an hour]
•I really wanna journal but I don’t feel like it
•Hmm… so if I manage to do an entry really quickly I can get to bed by 2am and still have 6 hours of sleep!
•Should I post this on tumblr? Yeah! Wait nah…
•Am I gonna let my future grandkids read this? [entry: I’m so fuckin horny] oh maybe not.
•If I keep going at the rate I’m going with completing an average of two pages a day, this journal will be filled on June 6th.
•Oh my god if there was ever a fire I swear I’d run back inside to grab all my journals.
•What IF there was a fire? All that work would be gone!
•What if I commit a crime and all my journals get gathered as evidence and they find a paper trail?
•What if the judge reads it allowed in court!
•Nah I have nothing to worry about. I’m a law abiding citizen.
•Wait… there was that one time that I…
•Should I write this down or would that be too personal..?
•What if I just started writing in code just in case?
•Ugh this drawing sucks
•Why is everyone so good at this and I’m so bad?
•I wanna paste this in, but it’ll make the journal too thick and uneven!
•Ahh this journal smells so good
•Oh man and so does this glue! Wait, you can get high from glue, right?
•I wonder what my entries would look like if I did them all while high…
•I feel so mean writing this.
•I’m dedicating this page to _______. I’ll even let them read it [but you never do]
•This is so sloppy lol what am I doing
•What if I just stopped journaling… will my journal think I died?
•Oooh I’m going to order this journal! It’s perfect! Oh wait, it’s too ______
•Oh here’s a better one. Oh but this one doesn’t have ______
•Haha this spread is so cheesy
•What if _____ found this and read it??
•I can’t wait to finish this journal so I can start my next one
•Is my journal a boy or a girl?
•If anyone went through my journal I’d beat them up.
•What will happen with my journals when I die?
summary: dan and phil get drunk and film the boyfriend tag (similar to what shane dawson did)
tags: alcohol, so much sweetness and cuteness your teeth will hurt, extreme fluff
by: angelboydjh on tumblr
word count: ~1.8k
first fic posted!! please, ignore any mistakes and reblog and like!! ilu!! send in requests for fics :-)
dan and phil got a little drunk. they originally got out some Ribena, which is completely unharmful, until dan spotted vodka on the kitchen counter, which they only keep for parties. its almost gone, with a half a bottle left, so dan thought of an idea.
“phil, lets get drunk.” phil looked at dan confused; dan never really likes drinking as much as he used to, hes grown, the satisfaction of being drunk doesnt really thrill as much, and its the same with phil.
“why?” asked phil, sipping his Ribena.
“because why not! we have no meeting tomorrow, we are bored out of our minds, and itll be fun! we’ll even be safe, we can control each other well.” phil thought about it. he never really likes hangovers, who does? he gets them bad, and he knows dan gets them worse, but dan was right, they were extremely bored and had no meetings tomorrow. phil shrugged, and replied with a sure, causing dan to jump up with joy.
dan grabbed the bottle and went to phils room, closing the door, and sitting on his bed. he opens to bottle and pours a lot in his drink, doing the same to phil. there is now many 4 shots full left of the drink and dan was happy he rationed out well.
“wanna do a toast?” asked phil.
“with our vodka filled ribena?” chuckled dan. phil nodded, giggling a little.
“why not?” phil responded, and dan nodded agreeing. they lifted their glass cups up and they look at each other. “to us!”
dan laughed at the cliché, but echoed phil, and a clink noise was heard when the touched glasses. dan downed about half of his drink in that one sip, phil only taking a baby sip.
phil made a face, hating the taste of vodka. dan hid his disgust, looking at phil.
“now we wait.” dan took another sip, already feeling slightly dizzy.
dan was fully drunk. he was giggling, putting his head on phil, slurring his words, all of it.
phil was only tipsy. he didnt drink much yet, only about half of his drink. dan, of course, drank all of it, even the rest in the bottle!
“phil!” dan slurred out, and phil glanced over slowly, so he doesnt get dizzy, and raised his eyebrow. “we should do a boyfriend tag.”
phil thought about this. is he that drunk that he doesnt really care if they do one or not? yes. he doesnt really care, its not like itll be posted. phil knows better than that.
“sure.” phil got up to get his camera from the other side of the room, and dan plopped on the bed laughing at who knows what.
it took phil about 2 minutes to set up everything for filming, and an extra 5 minutes to find good goddamn questions.
he finally found some question, a total of twenty. he can barely read them because of his blurry vision, and since he didnt have neither his contacts or glasses on. so he grabbed his glasses from the bed side and put them on to see if itll help. nope. he took another sip of his drink and locked his phone. he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. he gets up and turns on the camera, praying to god its in focus.
“dan, its on, we are filming.” once those words left phils mouth, dan shot up from phils bed and looked at phil.
“okay, okay, okay, okay,” he kept repeating that until he finally was next to phil on the bed facing the camera. phil giggled at dan, dan looking at him with his red cheeks.
“okay, ready, babe?” asked phil, seeing double of dan. dan nodded, and smiled at phil and then at the camera.
“okay,” phil breathed in and then ‘took in his persona’.
“hey guys!” he said cheerfully, but all it did is make him dizzy. dan was like, on top of phil, so hes grateful that he was, or phil wouldve fallen over.
“im here with dan.” phil pointed at him, and dan waved, his white oversized cat shirt being exposed, and you could even see his naked legs, since hes wearing shorts. “we are doing the boyfriend tag.” phil said slowly, and dan nodded jumping up and down on the bed.
“phil is my boyfriend! boyfriend phil! philip lester, boyfriend!” he yelled, making phil giggle.
“okay, want ask the questions, or do u want me go ask them?” asked phil to dan.
“ask me the questions! then we will do it back!” dan suggested, and phil nodded encouragingly.
“okay, first question.” phil unlocked his phone and read it very carefully.
“when is my birthday?” he asked. “bonus points for the zodiac sign!”
“january 30th, that makes you a……” he strung out the 'a’ to think. “an Aquarius! aquarium.” he laughed, and phil chuckled.
“correct baby.” he leaned in to kiss dan, and dan kissed him, tasting of vodka and ribena.
“okay, now,” phil was going to go to the next question, but dan protested.
“now do mine! do mine!” dan pouted, crossing his arms.
“june 11th! youre a gemini.” phil stuttered out, making dan laugh.
“lucky guess.” he muttered jokingly.
“next question,” phil scrolled down the page. “where did i grow up?”
“im too drunk for this phil!!” he moaned out. “the north! thats all youre getting.”
“well, youre not wrong.” said phil. “ill give you the point.”
“what about me?” asked dan.
“ugh! exact place!”
“not fair, you didnt do that for me!”
“ugh, whatever.” dan pouted again.
“wipe that pout off your face princess.” phil whispered, grabbing dans chin.
“im just kidding philly!” dan kissed phil, getting him off guard.
“okay, next,” phil asked. “whats my middle name?”
“michael! these are too easy! i want harder ones. test me!” dan groaned out, and phil rolled his eyes.
“okay, okay,” phil said. he scrolled down to another website, which had different questions. “how about this: where was our first date?”
“EASY!” he yelled, throwing his hands up. “well, kinda,” he muttered. “its hard!”
“well, tell me.” phil said suggestively, leaning closer to dan.
“we first met of course at the train station,” he muttered out. “and then we went straight to your house, and, did things. does that count as a first date?” this took him way too long to say, as he was stuttering madly.
“yes, it does. great job, cutie.” phil said happily and leaned in for a kiss.
“okay, let me ask the question!” phil started to give him the phone, but dan refused, saying he wants go make one up.
“whats the first thing you notice about me?” he asked a bashful.
“your smile.” phil said simply. no explanation was needed to make dan feel all warm inside. dan covered his face and leaned on phils shoulder, grinning like mad.
once he got up, he looked at phil, seeing his wonderful, eyes.
“you know what mine is.” he muttered, almost inaudible. it was phils turn to blush. they lean in and kiss once again, but longer than before.
when they pulled apart, dan was seeing actual stars, and couldnt even understand what was happening, completely forgot about the video.
“oh my god, i love you so much.” he said in a shush tone, with phils hand on his cheek. they were only a few inches away from each other, and phil loved it. phil was exploding every inch of dans face, and so was dan. every moment phil made, it made him more dizzy and more dazed, but he didnt care.
within a few moments, they both locked eyes, and somehow, both remembered they were recording.
“uh, one more question,” phil stuttered out, as dan looked around for his almost empty drink. “okay, last question. what is my favorite color?”
“easy, blue.” dan said, as he drank his final sips of his drink before crushed it and threw it.
“hey!” phil protested, looking over at the cup.
“ill pick it ip later, babe.” dan slurred out almost incoherently. “whats mine?”
“easy, pink.” phil mocked. dan smiled softly, putting his arms around phils neck, phil put this hands on dans waist.
“what kind of pink?” he muttered, with his sloppy grin on his face, his curly hair perfect in tack still. (which surprised phil)
“pastel.” dan groaned jokingly, letting his head drop down onto phils shoulders.
“oh my god, i tried to trick you!” dan yelled.
“well, you didnt. 8 years of friendship pays off.” phil joked. dan put his head on phils shoulder, his head facing the camera.
“can we finish? i wanna cuddle with you watch disney movies.” phil chuckled and nodded.
“we’ll finish, lets do the outro.” phil tapped dan, so he can get up from his shoulder, but dan didnt move a muscle, indicating hes not moving.
“okay, well, goodbye everyone, please like a subscribe to me and dans channel, and our gaming channel! love you!” he waved and awkwardly looked at dan.
“i need to turn off that camera baby.” dan groaned and got up from phils shoulder. phil got up and turned off the camera, sitting right on his bed again next to dan.
“can we just cuddle?” phil can tell dan was getting tired, and getting all drained. he gets like this when hes drunk, but also after recording videos.
“of course, princess.” phil laid down, then wrapping his arms around dan who is not next to them. they peacefully fall asleep, with the lights on and phils snoring.
it was the morning, and phil is posting his premade video on lessamazingphil, just a quick vlog from florida. its taking surprisingly long to process, since its only 2 minutes, but phil didnt question it. its almost done, so phil went to go see dan, who has the worst hangover ever.
“how are you baby?” asked phil, laying next to dan.
“better, how bad was it?” he asked, and phil laughed.
“you were fine, not as bad as a few months ago, but you were not any better.” dan groaned, and at that moment his phone dinged. he unlocked his phone to see the notification, YouTube popping up, and it was phils new video.
“uh, phil.” dan said.
“yes?” phil hummed.
“you posted the wrong video.”
“what?” phil yelled a little too loudly for dan, as he backed away and gave phil his phone in just one beat.
“i uploaded our drunk boyfriend tag.” dans eyes widen.
“we filmed a video? no way, i dont remember this. did we kiss?”
“i was drunk too!”
“well, i would keep it up.”
“we already made this mistake once, lets just let them have what they want.”
Bad Girls Have All The Fun (Harry Hook x Reader - Smut)
You knew you were in trouble the moment you saw them. You were exploring a different side of the Isle of the Lost when you saw a ship that doubled as a restaurant. Intrigued you entered. You walked into Ursula’s Fish & Chips only to regret it instantly. Everyone’s heads snapped up to survey you; a stranger on their turf. They gave you a once over and went back to work. However, Uma did not. She held eye contact with you and you eventually blinked ending the staring contest. Finally, someone broke the silence; “So, what brings you here, darling?” asked a man with a thick Scottish accent. He sounded close, really close. You scanned the room but could not locate the owner of the voice. He spoke again, closer this time; “I asked, what are you doing here?” His voice harsher this time, and right behind you. You spun around on your heels, accidentally whipping him with your thick hair. “I was taking a walk, but I’ll be leaving now.” you uttered carefully, not wanting to cause anymore trouble for yourself.
“That’s right go back to the rats, the ones who’ll be stuck on this island, powerless for the rest of their miserable lives,” chided Uma. “You’re just like the rest of them!“ she spat. “Excuse me? I am not weak!” you bellowed. She jumped out of her chair so fast she knocked it down. She whipped her swords out ready for a fight, her crew not far behind her. “Prove it,” she challenged you. She charged ready to slice your head off with both her blades when someone blocked her swords with a hook. It was her sidekick. “Before you kill her-,” he interjected “-consider this. She could be useful. We need to gather followers. She can help us fight.” Uma took a moment to ponder her first mate’s idea. She seemed to agree slowly nodding her head. “Fine, I won’t kill you. On one condition. You join us in our fight to regain power,” she offered. You thought it over and really didn’t see any drawbacks to her proposal. Finally something that will show the world what you’re capable of. You nodded your head and shook Uma’s hand. Everyone rejoiced and welcomed you to the cause. The last to do so was the first mate. “Welcome aboard, I’m Hook. Harry Hook, and you are?” he inquired with a stunning smile and sparkling blue eyes. “(y/n y/l/n)” you responded nervously. He smiled, that dazzling smile. “I’ll show you to your new room then,” he stated.
He lead you down a few steps in the back of the restaurant, down a corridor, and opened a door. You stepped inside examining its contents. Against the left wall was a double bed with a porthole right above it, a desk stood against the opposite wall, and against the right wall stood a dresser. You heard the door close behind you and you spun around realising that Harry had left. You flopped onto the bed with a sigh. You crawled under the covers and dozed off, deciding that you would go fetch your things at home tomorrow. You drifted off to sleep listening to the sounds of waves crashing against the ship.
Over the past two weeks you had been with the crew you grew really close with Harry. You talked about your parents and complained about them always telling you to be the baddest you can be. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on him. He made you laugh which no one had done in a long time. Whenever he told you stories his father had told him as a young boy, you listened intently. You were in love with his accent, and his eyes, and his smile…and everything about him. When he was around you, you always had a smile plastered on your face.
You were currently in your room, listening to Harry tell you a story you were no longer paying attention to. You were preoccupied with gazing into his eyes. He suddenly stopped talking and moved to sit next to you on your bed. “Do you know why I stopped Uma from killing you the day we met?” he asked out of the blue. You thought for a moment and answered; “You needed numbers, you knew that you needed more people to join you in the fight to regain power,” He laughed at your response, which earned him a glare from you. “No, love. It’s because I was intrigued by you. And if I’m being honest, I’ve developed feelings for you over these short few weeks,” he confessed. You were shocked. Did Harry just admit that he had a crush on you? Holy shit! You realised that you’ve been quiet for far too long and spoke; “Well, I sort of have feelings for you too,” you mumbled. He smirked and smashed his lips against yours. Your lips molded together perfectly. The kiss was slow but passionate. Your lips moved together in perfect harmony. He lightly nibbled on your bottom lip asking you for entrance. You decided to tease him and denied him access. He moved his hands down to your butt and squeezed making you moan. He took the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth and explore it. Your tongues mangled together fighting for dominance. He won, and further explored your mouth. His tongue gently glided over your teeth, and softly brushed against the roof of your mouth, then twisted with yours again.
His lips abandoned yours only to travel down your jaw, and along your neck, leaving butterfly kisses along your jawline and collarbones. He lightly nibbled a spot near the back of your ear making you moan. He smirked against your skin obviously pleased with himself for finding your sweet spot. He sucked on this spot leaving a mark that would be hard to cover in the morning. His fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt wordlessly asking for your permission. You lifted your shirt over your head and took off your bra along with it. Eager to explore the freshly exposed skin he pulled you onto his lap.
You straddled his lap and he immediately attached his lips to one of your breasts, his hand kneading the other. You moaned at his touch gripping onto his shoulders. You slid his red jacket off his shoulders and he took it off along with his shirt. You had to stop yourself from drooling at the sight of his abs. You’d seen them before when he was practicing sword fighting or training new members of the crew how to fight, which he decided to do shirtless. You pushed him down onto the bed and started leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses down his neck and chest, all the way down to the waistband of his pants. You started to grind against his hard dick, drawing deep throaty moans out of him. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of your pants and snapped it. “These…off, now,” he breathed out.
You got up and kicked off your shoes and took off your pants, then got back on the bed, just in time to watch him strip out of his pants. You licked your lips, and with a smirk he asked; “Like what you see, darling?” You only nodded pulling him back onto the bed. He lied down on top of you his elbows at your sides so that he doesn’t crush you with his weight. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed himself against your center. You couldn’t control the moans that escaped your lips. Harry dipped his head down to your breasts and continued down your body leaving sloppy kisses. When he got to the waistband of your panties he pulled them down with his teeth. You kicked them of when they reached your ankles. He pressed a soft kiss against your clit, making you shiver. He pressed kisses up and down your folds making you squirm. He held down your hips and went back to work. He licked a stripe up your folds causing you to breathily moan his name. His tongue delved into your folds and you screamed his name. His tongue started moving faster making the pleasure inside of you build. “Yes, Harry. Just like that. Shit!” you moaned. You buried your hands in his hair tugging slightly which made him moan sending vibrations to your clit. Your orgasm was building and you started to shake, you were so close to the edge but he pulled away. “Not yet, love. I want to feel your tight pussy clenching around my dick,” he whispered. His words sending jolts of pleasure straight to where you needed him the most. He removed his underwear and his dick sprang free. You got even wetter anticipating him inside of you.
He got back on top of you, and positioned himself at your entrance. He slowly pushed in and you both moaned at the immense pleasure you were receiving. He continued to gently push into you until he was in all the way. He pulled back out almost completely and pushed back in. You found a steady rhythm and he started to thrust into you faster each time. He started to pound into you, deep, hitting your g-spot each time. At this point you were screaming his name along with a string of curses. You didn’t care who heard you, it felt too good right now to care. He was slamming into you, both of you nearing your climaxes. “Fuck, (y/n)! You’re so tight!” he growled. His thrusts started getting sloppier indicating that he was close to the edge. “Shit, I’m close, love,” he huffed. “Me too,” you breathed. “Together,” he said and you nodded. He continued to thrust into you, pounding into your g-spot. “Now, love. You can let go,” he groaned. You both came hard screaming each other’s names. He pulled you close as you rode out your highs together. He rolled off of you as you both caught your breath.
When your heart rates returned back to get normal, he pulled you closer. He laughed and you gave him a confused look; “What’s so funny,” you ask. “I guess what they say is true-,” he said with a smile “-bad girls have all the fun.” You giggled and replied; “Yeah, especially with you.”
You fell asleep with your head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat, feeling content.
The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Eight- Dean x Reader
The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Eight
Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love. Word Count: 1,935 (A Little Short sorry about that.) Warnings: Sexual Content. Language.
SERIES MASTERLIST I’m so addicted to all the things you do When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me… From Addicted by Saving Abel
You sat twirling a piece of hair around your finger. Your mind a million miles from your lunch date with Dean. The menu of the restaurant held in front of your face as your bashful nature took hold. You frowned as you replayed the scene from this morning and blushed again.
The more you thought about it: the more you wanted Dean. The more you needed him. The years of hidden feelings coming at you like a tsunami. Your lungs felt like they were filling with water. Breathing was becoming impossible.
Dean was watching as you fidgeted in your seat. The look on your face was pained and he began to worry that he was pushing you too hard. He reached out and gently touched your arm. You jumped at the touch and jerked away from him.
“Heh. Sorry, you scared me.” You mumbled as you grabbed his hand and smiled. Dean was beaming right back as you laced your fingers with his.
“What’s my girl thinking about?” He mused before putting your menu down. You shook your head as you chewed your lip.
“About what?” He asked cautiously.
Pressing your lips together before speaking. You let out a shaky breath before you muttered ever so quietly.
Dean looked completely shocked as naughty thoughts flashed through his mind. Pushing those aside, he licked his lips before asking for clarification..
“Iwantyoutotakemyvirginity…” You rushed out as were suddenly shaking. Your face was that beautiful tomato red you had been sporting the last few days.
Dean’s brows furrowed together as he tried to figure out what you had just said.
“What was that beautiful?”. He asked as he leaned towards you.
When he did so, you let out a squeak. Your nerves were trying to eat you alive. Swallowing them back, you found yourself shooting up from your chair. Your hands slammed on the table before leaning in towards Dean.
“I said…. I WANT YOU TO HAVE SEX WITH ME!” You screamed.
Your eyes flew wide open as it hit you about what had just come out of your mouth. Clamping your hands over your mouth, you let out another scream. Everyone in the restaurant turning to look at you.
What in hell was going on in your brain?!
Dean was sitting across from you with a surprised look. He then looked at you in complete puzzlement before the words worked their way down to his crotch. You were pretty sure the smile he gave you he learned from Lucifer himself.
This time he dragged that goddamn tongue of his extra slowly across his lips. You blushed a hundred and thirty shades of red as you sank into your chair. Burying your face in hands, you, for the third time that day, prayed that God would allow the earth to swallow you whole. Of course, you had no such luck. According to the Winchesters, Chuck or God, wasn’t into the whole answering of prayers option.
Dean couldn’t help himself and leaned over you. Whispering hotly against your ear all the dirty things he was going to do to you that night.
“Fuck, Y/N. You don’t know many times I’ve dreamed of this. How many times I’ve wondered what it would be like to pounded myself into your tight little pussy.” He grunted as his warm breath tickled your ear. You gasped into your hands when the words made you instantly wet. Your stomach clenching into knots as you pushed your knees togethers. It was taking everything in you not to just jerk him out that seat and go back to the motel.
Jerking your head up, you looked him square in the eye. Biting your lip and ignoring the chaotic thoughts of fear in the back of your mind, you made the decision to be bold. You needed this.
“Let’s go, Dean. I’m not really hungry anymore.” You muttered.
Dean didn’t need anymore encouragement as he hopped up out of his seat. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning. He was actually giddy as he threw down a few dollars for his coffee. The rounds of laughter from a nearby table was the first time that you had noticed.
Everyone in there had been watching the soap opera that was occurring between the two of you. When Dean grabbed your hand and lead you away, there were even a few rounds of applause. One woman even cheered for you. You could only hang your head in mortification.
Once he felt he gotten you far enough into the parking lot, Dean was attacking you. His lips on yours in a very lewd way. His arms locking your hips in place as he crushed you to him. Your tongue reached out to tease his in the kiss as your confidence grew. Dean Fucking Winchester wanted you. He wanted you so bad that he was willing to wait and that was what made you want him. He was a man worth giving up a part of yourself.
Dean groaned when your tongue slipped into his mouth and his instantly meet it. They moved together as you brought your hands up around Dean’s neck. His grip on your hips tighten as he pulled you to your tip-toes. This third kiss was full of fire and want.
A need for something that was growing between the two of you to blossom fully. You moaned when he pulled back from the kiss and gently nipped at the juncture of your neck. Placing sloppy kisses along the path, he came back up to place a fourth and sweet kiss on your lips.
“Let’s get the hell out of here.” He groaned as he lead you to the car. Your stomach was doing somersaults at the thought of what was to come. The warmth that spread through you was too much and you were giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush. Dean didn’t turn around to look at you but his own smile was purely radiant.
The trip back to the motel was just a short five minute drive. You were shaking again by the time you had arrived, but this time because of the excitement building inside of you. These new but old emotions that you held for Dean were the best feelings you had in years. As Dean pulled into the motel parking lot, you allowed yourself to take in a deep breath.
This was something you had never really thought about in your twenty eight years on earth. Hunting kept you busy and up to your neck in monsters. Some people dealt with it by drowning their sorrows in booze and sexual activity. Some people took up knitting. You happen to be one of the latter.
You bit your cheek to keep from laughing at yourself as you reached for the door handle. Your hand never came to rest on the handle so you looked up. Dean was standing there with the door held open for you. You let a snort pass through your nose.
“Well someone’s a gentlemen when he’s about to get some. Ain’t he?” You said with a chuckle.
Dean smirked at you and held out his hand. You grabbed it making sure to interlock fingers with him. Hopping up and out of the seat, you quickly buried your face into his chest. Giving a girlish squeal, you practically raced to the room door once you pulled away.
Dean was hot on your heels as he fumed with the lock on the door. You rocked and jumped in place as you waited. Once the door was flung open, he scooped you up bridal style. You cried out happily and kicked your feet. It was a replay from the other night with the spider, but this time you were ready.
Wasting no time, Dean set you down and locked the door behind you. The sudden darkness of the cool room made your breath hitch in your throat. This was really happening. There was no turning back now.
You took the lead this time and moved to the buttons on your shirt. Slowly you began to unbutton them before sliding your shirt open to reveal your lace scalloped bra. The quiet ‘fuck’ that slipped out of Dean’s lips made you shiver with anticipation. You slipped the material off your shoulders and pulled it so that it was in a pool at your feet. You made quick work of your boots and socks before you stood back up. The thought struck you that you weren’t wearing any panites under your leggings. Your eyes widen and you stopped mid-strip tease to blush.
What kind of girl was Dean going to think you were? You slow blinked at your own thoughts. Yeah, cause Dean Winchester was a saint with a chastity belt. With that thought you were giggling and ruining the sexy mood you were trying to set. Your hand came over your mouth as you doubled over in a fit of giggles. You might have been still slightly nervous. You had no idea what you were doing. You didn’t know where to put your hands. You didn’t know if it was true about how much it could hurt. You didn’t know…. You just didn’t know.
Dean shook his head with a low laugh. You were the cutest thing to have ever graced this earth. He shed his top layers and jeans before you noticed him. Shaking your head at your own inner monologue of doom, you felt grateful when Dean pulled you close.
“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’m going to take it slow. You’re going to have the best first time. That much I can promise to my girl.”
You could only nod in response. His hand grabbing your own as he pressed his lips against your temple. Dean got you to the bed without any fuss. You shook from nerves but he held you steady against him. His hands roaming your curves as he made quick work of your pants. He groaned when he found that you weren’t wearing any underwear.
“So goddamn beautiful.” He groaned as he bent down and gently kiss the skin above your sex before brining you to the bed. He pushed your legs wide and settled between- while giving wet kisses to the inside of your thigh. You let out a shaky breath as your hands moved to the back of his neck.
“Dean… I’m scared.” You mumbled as his lips pressed closer to your now weeping sex. Dean pulled away momentarily to cooed reassuring things to you.
“It’s okay, baby girl. I’m gonna make you feel good. No need to feel scared.”
You nodded slowly and parted your legs further apart. This exposed you to him completely and you couldn’t help but feel high. This was almost like a dream. Dean’s nearly pornographic moan made a surge of pleasure tingle through you. The sensations causing your slickness to pool at your entrance. He slowly kissed up your thighs before placing a kiss above your sex.
This was going to be the best day, night, and forever you could ask for.
AN: :D Hope you enjoyed the update. Sorry its short and lacking smut. I keep lying but all the fluff keeps winning. I promise that since I will have more time that next chapter will be THE chapter. No more v-card for reader.
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Soft sunlight is beaming through the blinds and she rolls onto her back, a hand covering her eyes.
She blinks slowly, rubbing her sleepy eyes and lets out a quiet groan. Her mouth is dry and her temples are throbbing slightly. She can feel her stomach clench in a weird way as if there’s something wrong. As if there is this gut feeling warning you.
‘I swear to God, James. One day I’m gonna be on the news for your murder’ Bucky had sat at your seat at the breakfast table again, after you had told him again and again that it was your seat.
‘Ohh harsh words from the short ass.’ You rolled your eyes at his attempt to hurt your feelings. ‘And don’t call me that’
‘What? James? Oh, James’ you continued saying his real name in different voice, mocking him. He retaliated by throwing daggers at you with his eyes.
‘I will be on the news for both your murders if you don’t stop’ Steve, who was reading a newspaper and had just finished his bowl of cereal, murmured at you. Loud enough for you to hear but quiet enough for you to listen.