who think its okay to play obnoxiously loud music in the middle of the night

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite funny fics?

Check out the “Crack Fic” recs, for sure, but here are some more that you might enjoy!  Less crack-y and more just cute and humorous. 

LAUGH AND THE WORLD LAUGHS WITH YOU.  LEAVE COMMENTS AND KUDOS AND THE WORLD ADORES  YOU.

Captain !@#$*%& America by @wordsplat:   The first time Tony hears Steve swear, he’s pretty sure it’s a dream. The second time is a lot harder to dismiss, considering it’s the middle of the afternoon and they’re both clearly awake. After that, what else can Tony do but use science to get to the bottom of it?

How to be a Truly Terrible Wingman by @wordsplat:  Prompt: “We were both playing wingman for our friends who have now decided to go home together, and after five minutes of conversation we fucking hate each other. Let’s bang it out.”

Steve Rogers, Nurse McSexy by @wordsplat:  Tony does not handle his morphine well, and Steve has been pining way too long for this shit.

Captain America’s Stamp of Approval by @neurotoxia:  Tony Stark, rampant Captain America fanboy that he is, got a tramp stamp of Cap’s shield during a drunken night out at university. It’s been there for so long he kind of forgets he has it until decades later when he finally has a chance to get frisky with Steve. Right there, Tony remembers that he’s the once proud owner of a Captain America tramp stamp.

Fever Gettin’ Higher by RurouriniHime: Yeah, okay, Steve Rogers knows what sexual harassment is. Despite his out-of-fashion upbringing, he’s not some backwater Neanderthal, thank you, he gets why it’s bad. He’ll go to bat for anyone who determines they’re the victim of unwelcome advances in the workplace. He’s not devaluing its impact, for god’s sake. But the key word here, as he sees it, is ‘unwelcome.’ And that… might not be what this is.

Issues by so_shhy:  In which Steve has a crippling crush on Tony Stark, Tony is oblivious and obnoxious, and Bucky expresses his disapproval via passive-aggressive comics.

Unknown Caller by @gottalovev:  Steve had one job: exchange a couple of texts with a guy who thought he had Natasha’s number, and let him down gently. It ends up being a lot more complicated than that.

Stony Going by @theactualcluegirl:   Steve Rogers makes an awkward discovery on the internet. This does not work out at all the way Tony Stark expects it will.

XOXO by @arukou-arukou:  Nat signs Steve up for a Grindr-esque website in an effort to find him love. Too bad he’s not so thrilled about it.

All that Glitters (Is Definitely Gold) by capsicleonyourleft:  For pensversusswords’ headcanon: “Tony keeps buying Steve tacky sweatpants that have words like “juicy” and “hot stuff” across the ass as a joke but Steve just takes it in stride and wears them all the time.”

This Has Happened Before by Kamaete: Tony wakes up in the hospital and his first order of business is to flirt with his cute nurse. Steve isn’t a nurse, but he’s not quite Captain America right now either. Regardless, he is there when Tony wakes up.(Tony has temporary amnesia while in the hospital, Steve is de-serumed presumably in the same event that injured Tony.)

The Bold and the Restless by @shetlandowl:  In feudal England, the wealthy lords & assorted gentry occasionally entertained themselves by pranking their neighbors. Lord Steve was no different, if not wilier than most.

Steve Rogers is a Tactical Genius by Swankyoo:  The press is constantly theorizing that Steve Rogers is in love with Tony Stark. They aren’t wrong. And Steve will do whatever it takes to get Tony to date him.

All Tied Up With Nowhere to Go by @laglemon:  Steve and Tony are captured after a battle. Their captors try to keep them from escaping by taping them together… naked. Sexy-time ensues. (PWP)

Thor Should Never Be Allowed Internet Access by @everybodyilovedies:  Steve/Tony, Thor complains about the overly loud copulation of his shield brothers. A Thor without sleep is not a happy Thor.

Star-Spangled Butt by @everybodyilovedies:   Tony and Steve are sharing a room in the old MacBarton farm. Which would be fine, except Tony forgot that he was wearing a particularly inspirational pair of underwear this morning (patriotically inspiring underwear).

Aw, Table by ohmyloki: A day in the life of Clint Barton.Alternatively: How Clint found out Steve and Tony were ‘dating’.

Once More, With Superheroes by @theappleppielifestyle: Everyone has issues, and Loki thinks that they should get them out through song.That, and it’s entertaining watching people accidentally confess their feelings to each other via musical numbers.

This Fool that You’ve Made of Me by @some-blue-jack:   Tony doesn’t believe in “happily ever after.” (Feathers, lol, ah…Tony)

Blueberry Waffles and Fireworks by MangoMartini: “New plan,” Tony declares, spreading his arms wide. “We’re going to woo the Capsicle.”“Sir, this may not be the right time—”“What? Just because SHIELD fell apart and he’s busy chasing his brainwashed best friend? Yeah, probably. But what the hell? Let’s do it anyway.”

Tony, No by kellebelle: Steve + drunk texting = enthusiastic billionaireOr how Steve found himself possibly engaged to a man named Tony he’s never met.

The Bucky Barnes Guide on how to deal with crazy superheroes (series) by 27dragons, sara_holmes:  Ever since Bucky arrived at Avengers’ Tower, Steve has been insiting that he do things, apparently for his own good. Bucky’s pretty sure Steve is crazy, and that this latest idea is his stupidest one yet.

Can’t We Just Have One Normal Day Around Here by @missbeckywrites:   “Try to keep up,” Tony said. He pointed at Loki’s scepter. “That thing turned green. It shot a laser beam at us. And now it’s Freaky Friday. I’m in Cap’s body, he’s in mine, and can we just skip to the part where we figure out how to fix this?”

Never Have I Ever by SilverStark:  Clint and Tony decide a drinking game is the perfect way to decompress after a mission. Steve doesn’t know any better than to follow along, and anyway it’ll probably be a short game. How many things haven’t two assassins, a god, a billionaire playboy philanthropist, and he and Bruce done yet?

a superhero and an idiot walk into a bar by eleadore:  It’s not that he and Tony don’t get along. It’s more that Tony got so drunk on New Year’s Eve that he kissed Steve full on the mouth in front of everyone and called him Shirley and then laughed until he passed out.

The Very Inappropriate Misuse of Stark Technologies by kyaticlikestea:  Texts and e-mails from various Avengers characters. In which Tony gifts Steve with a phone and promptly annoys the hell out of the others, Bruce turns green with envy, and Thor really, really likes to use caps.

the fault is in her departure | one

genre  ― angst, fluff

pairing  ― jungkook x reader

words  ― 1.8k
synopsis   ―  you never taught that your departure would have such an impact on him, and not once have you ever taught of how your return in his life would mess up everything. how come no one ever warned you about the devastating storm that small bunny brought along with him?
chapters  ― 00 | 01 | 02 


You are abruptly woken up by the deafening sound of the never-ending thunder and the abundant rain droplets splattering into your face. Startled by the scenario, you arose to your feet only to find out that you were nowhere near Mrs. Shin’s class nor the campus but in a destroyed forest that resembled the one you were drawing a few hours ago. Scanning the area, you found an unfamiliar lighthouse near your current location and decided to approach it, in hope to find an answer to all the questions that were flooding through your mind. You slowly walked towards the lighthouse, your pace still doubtful because you weren’t sure of where exactly you were. The more you seemed to draw near to the lighthouse, the more you noticed how various trees were uprooted. Probably because of the storm, you thought.

The path to the lighthouse seemed to grow more and more narrow the more you got closer, making it harder for you to reach it without bumping into an uprooted tree or worse, slip because of the roots and the water. When you arrived at the lighthouse, you were surprised to see a bunny in the midst of the storm, its skin as white as the snow you loved to form into little balls that would help you battle your friends when you were children, sitting on a bench a few meters away from the lighthouse. It seemed to look in your direction. Intrigued by the bunny’s dry skin, you tried to approach it, making sure not to scare it away but just as you touched its fur, the lighthouse’s cupola fell off.

You quickly closed your eyes, waiting for the cupola to hit you. However, you woke up in the middle of Mr. Shin’s class, surrounded by all your classmates and everything seemed normal.

What on earth just happened?




“I’m telling you, y/n! They didn’t leave me alone! It’s not what you think it is, please believe me!” your roommate, Jimin, exclaims.

You sigh for what seems to be the millionth time ever since you left the club yesterday night with him running after you like a lost puppy.

“I don’t care about it anymore, it already happened. Plus, I wasn’t expecting you to come help me and be my knight in shining armor. It was just some creepy guy hitting on me. I’m a grown woman, Jimin. It’s not that big of a deal,” you explain as you look up to the panel to see when your train will arrive.

“But it is a big deal, y/n! I wasn’t able to be there for you when that fucker tried to grab you, not to mention that he spilled his fucking drink on your dress. Yoongi will kill me once he hears about it.”

You shake your head at the mention of your older brother. Of course, Jimin will tell him about what happened, they aren’t best friends for nothing. Despite Jimin sometimes being afraid of Yoongi regarding these situations with you, Jimin could and would never want to lie to Yoongi, even if it meant for him to die. You love your brother, really, but he was way too protective towards you.

“I know you’ll do it anyway but, can you please not tell him about yesterday? I don’t want him to be more upset than he already is,” you tell Jimin as you remember when Yoongi barged into your apartment earlier this week, in tears and completely distraught, telling you how he got rejected again and that it didn’t make any sense for him to continue making music when all he got in the end was just a cold and simple no.

You’ve always hated seeing your brother like that, because you knew that no one could help him during moments like these. You sigh once again and glance towards Jimin, only to see him staring intently in a certain direction. You follow his gaze and frown at the scene playing in front of you on the other platform. Two young men, probably around your age, were having a very loud and heated conversation and probably had the whole station’s attention directed towards them. You shrug it off, thinking that it’s just an unnecessary quarrel between two friends but immediately forget that thought when one punches the other. 

Horrified by the scene in front of you, you look for anyone who could separate those two but see everyone either filming or staring at the two men, not at all caring about one of them possibly falling on the rails.

The two continue to throw punches and insults at each other, not at all caring about the consequences of this fight. And just like you predicted it, after getting punched in the face, one of the two men, the raven haired one, stumbles back and falls on the rails, unconscious. Unfortunately for him, the train that was supposed to arrive a few minutes later, comes in at that exact moment, running the guy over.

A loud gasp escapes your throat, not believing that you just witnessed someone die in such an atrocious manner. You take a glance on your right to see if Jimin is alright but all you see is black figures moving in a grayish background in an extremely fast pace. The silhouettes start moving faster and faster until you can’t distinguish them at all. Suddenly, a sharp pain starts spreading in your head, welcoming an unbearable headache.

Everything is happening so fast, the silhouettes you saw a few minutes ago reappear but start moving backwards, as if someone was rewinding time. The black figures no longer are faceless, and you start to recognize a few faces you saw when you were having a conversation with Jimin a few moments earlier.  

The moment you open your eyes again, you’re met with an excruciating pain near your temples but are too distracted by  everything that is playing in front of you; the same old lady you saw when you first arrived at the tube platform, the obnoxious kids that were still playing the exact same song you couldn’t stand and the man who was selling today’s newspaper near the exit. 

“I’m telling you, y/n! They didn’t leave me alone! It’s not what you think it is, please believe me!” you hear Jimin say. What on earth was going on?

“Uhm, Jimin?” you croak, unable to find your voice as you’re still confused by this whole conversation.

“Yes?”

“Didn’t you already tell me that?”

“Yes, I did at that fucking party but you still won’t believe me! Please Y/N, it wasn’t on purpose! I’ll never leave you alone on purpose and you know that,” he sighs at the end as he runs his fingers through his auburn locks.

“No, I don’t mean that party, you did say that to me just a few minutes ago,” you insist, completely lost.

“No I didn’t, that’s the first time I’m saying this today. Are you okay?” Jimin frowns at that.

That’s when it hit you, the two boys you saw fighting were about to pop again  and one of them would die, again. You were more than perplexed now. Time travel has never been possible, yet here you were ten minutes earlier than that boy’s atrocious and unfortunate death.

Without a warning, you started running towards the exit, trying your hardest to reach the other platform as fast as you could, leaving an extremely bewildered Jimin yelling after you. You hoped he didn’t decide to run after you because you clearly weren’t able to explain anything to him when you weren’t quite understanding the current events yourself. You just wanted to save that guy, you needed to.

Flying down the stairs that led to the other platform, you felt your rapid heartbeat as you started looking for the two boys, your eyes as wide as possible. You needed to save him. Sadly, the only things you were able to see were a bunch of people who were seemingly waiting for their train. You continued to run around the train station, desperately looking for the boy you wanted to save.

You feel relieved once you hear loud screams and run towards the noise, that’s when you find the two boys verbally assaulting each other, contemplated by the same passengers you saw earlier. Sad that you were one of them. You start running towards the two as the initiator of the altercation swings his fist completely blinded by what you deem to be anger.

Startled by your action, you and the onyx haired boy fall backwards on the platform. You sigh as you see that none of you were severely hurt by that fall. You hear him groan in pain and look up to see if he’s okay but your eyes widen as yours meet with his. No, it couldn’t be.

Jeon Jungkook, your Jeon Jungkook, the boy you watched die on a hospital bed eleven years ago, was well and alive and all thanks to you.

Batter

Pairing: Finn Balor x original character

Summary: “Who really thinks that ’90s alternative is so fun to listen to that that’s all they play?”

Tags: @neversatisfiedgirl @wrestlingnoob @motleymoose @kyoukohorimiya

A/N: Credit to @neversatisfiedgirl for this idea and nearly everything in it.

I didn’t think I could take one more day of this. My third shift occupation kept me out late; I usually didn’t return home until seven in the morning. I was never more glad to be away from my apartment at nighttime. I didn’t think I could handle being kept awake, in the dark, through all hours of the night. My fingers tap an annoyed rhythm on the edge of my laptop; I can’t get any work done, I can’t even focus. My short vacation requires me to stay out of the office, which is why I find myself sitting at home instead.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a headcannon where MC wants to go to prom, but is made fun of my other students for going with an older person? (Plus saeran too if you don't mind)

HIGH SCHOOL! HIGH SCHOOL! HIGH SCHOOL!

fun fact: i fell off the bed while writing this :)

~headcanon requests are closed for now~

Yoosung

  • Yoosung was beyond excited to take MC to prom
  • he even made sure their outfits for the dance matched perfectly
  • and, of course, he took MC out to a fancy dinner before prom
  • Yoosung’s jaw drops when he sees MC
  • “you look…amazing”
  • he wanted to cry? oh my god he’s so lucky?
  • but at dinner, it seemed like something was bothering MC
  • “sweet heart, whats wrong? please cheer up, it’s your senior prom!”
  • he beams at MC and grabs their hands, trying to coax a smile onto their face
  • they look down at the table, taking their hands away from Yoosung
  • “i am happy Yoosung, i just…i cant help but think about what my friends said…”
  • “what did they say?”
  • “they’ve been making fun of me all week for going to prom with someone who isnt even in high school”
  • MC fidgets nervously thinking about they way their “friends” teased them
  • Yoosung is thinking so many things right now he doesn’t even know what to say
  • why would they tease MC like that?
  • how dare they
  • no one was gonna ruin this for them!!
  • NOT ON YOOSUNGS WATCH
  • he gently puts a hand under MC’s chin, tilting their head up a little
  • “if any of your punk friends have an issue with you dating an older man, thats their problem”
  • he kisses them sweetly, feeling their lips curl into a smile
  • “we’ll still have fun together, right?”
  • MC nods happily
  • “right!”
  • and they did have a lot of fun together, especially since they both dance like big nerds

Zen

  • MC made Zen promise he wouldnt look better than them on prom night
  • “i’m good looking, baby, but not even I can outshine your beauty”
  • that statement was confirmed when Zen saw MC on the night of the dance
  • when they were at the prom, Zen noticed a couple strange things
  • first of all, MC seemed really shy
  • they hadnt talked to any of their friends all night
  • secondly, it seemed like all night kids were...staring at them
  • were they talking about them?
  • Zen knew very well how cruel high school kids could be
  • he had his own “mean girl” phase in high school, and had been on the receiving end of that bullshit as well
  • his face started heating up with anger the more he noticed those kids snickering
  • “hey, MC, do you know what the hell their problem is?”
  • “my class mates have been acting like jerks to me since you’re so old, Zen”
  • okay, that just makes no sense
  • wasn’t dating an older man in high school cool?
  • especially one as HOT and FAMOUS as ZEN?!
  • letting his hot headed tendencies get the best of him, Zen grabs MC and drags them to the middle of the dance floor
  • “Zen, what are you-”
  • once him and MC were surrounded by dancing teens, he grabs their waist and pulls them close to him
  • Zen kisses MC there, in the middle of the dance floor
  • for everyone to see
  • he doesnt stop, just tightens his grip on MC’s waist as he deepens the kiss
  • “i bet everyone makes fun of you cause they’re jealous, MC”
  • their face was bright red
  • why does Zen have to be so bold….

Jaehee

  • Jaehee never really had a lot of fun at her senior prom
  • but things were gonna be different for MC
  • she was going to make prom the best night of MC’s life
  • she spent all day getting ready until it was finally time to pick her date up
  • but when MC answered the door
  • they didn’t look like they were ready for prom at all
  • “MC….are you ready to go…?”
  • they laugh nervously and rub the back of their neck
  • “wow Jaehee, you look so awesome. i’m just feeling a little sick”
  • sick? why didnt you say anything earlier? i could have came over and-”
  • Jaehee stops in the middle of her sentence
  • “wait, are we not going to prom…?”
  • MC looks down
  • “um…well…”
  • they glance up at Jaehee for a moment
  • she’s so beautiful
  • MC’s gut starts to twist with guilt when they think about how long Jaehee must have spent getting ready
  • “i’m sorry Jaehee. truthfully, i’m sort of nervous about taking an older girl to prom. all my friends have been bugging me about it”
  • “oh….”
  • Jaehee hates to think that MC’s friends were making fun of them because of her
  • maybe she should just let MC go by themselves…
  • no, no.
  • this was going to be a fun night for Jaehee and MC if it killed her
  • she steps toward MC, hugging them
  • “please let me take you to prom? i know i’m an old lady…”
  • MC starts to smile
  • “…but i really want to take you to the dance. i’ll even help you get ready. please?”
  • they return Jaehee’s hug, squeezing her
  • “okay, Jaehee! we’ll have fun no matter what those jerks say, right?”
  • “right!”
  • in the end MC’s asshole friends ended up being #shookt by how HOT their date was

Jumin

  • “Jumin, can I talk to you about something?”
  • MC and Jumin were having lunch together
  • “of course, my love. absolutely anything”
  • MC smiles a little
  • they knew he would say that
  • “i’m kind of, well, nervous about prom”
  • “nervous? why?”
  • Jumin reaches across the table, holding MC’s hands in his
  • “you have nothing to be nervous about, darling. don’t you know i’m going to take care of everything?”
  • “well, you can’t exactly take care of those jerks in my third period, can you?”
  • Jumin brings his brows together
  • “what do you mean?”
  • MC lets go of Jumins hands, pushing their hair back and sighing
  • “all my friends keep saying i’m bringing a stuffy old man to prom. i just dont want to be made fun of anymore…”
  • Jumin starts to giggle
  • MC’s eyes widen, surprised by his reaction
  • why is he laughing…?
  • “my dear, i promise no one will dare to tease you at the prom. trust me, okay?”
  • “okay, Jumin. i trust you”
  • and of course, who could make fun of the stretch limo Jumin helped MC out of when they arrived at the dance
  • those kids definitely ate their words when they saw what MC and Jumin were wearing
  • i mean, they looked like damn royalty 
  • the fact that Jumin literally towered over every student at the dance helped too
  • everyone was too intimidated to even look at him
  • the gossip went from “have you heard about who MC is bringing to prom?”
  • to “holy shit have you seen who MC brought to prom?!”

707

  • Seven instantly noticed that something was on MC’s mind when he picked them up for a movie date
  • “whats with all the sulking? arent you excited to finally see the Matrix in all its glory? we’ve been waiting forever for them to play it at the theater”
  • “it’s not that, Seven”
  • “well, what is it? you know i’d fight anyone for you”
  • MC giggles a little
  • “yea, sure you will. i’m just thinking about prom”
  • “whatta bout it? upset that we’re gonna make all your friends feel like shit by schooling them with are sweet dance moves?”
  • Seven dabs
  • Seven stop dabbing for one second and keep ur damn hands on the wheel
  • “no, dork. they keep saying i’m bringing an old man to prom”
  • “what?!”
  • Seven looks disgusted
  • “yea, and that you’re a creepy”
  • “okay, that is so messed up. i’m not even old!!”
  • MC starts laughing again
  • “i’ll show those high school punks! i’ll be the youngest, most vibrant kid there!”
  • oh god….
  • on the night of the dance Seven picks MC up in a right red sports car
  • “check out my whip, MC! pretty youthful, right?”
  • they roll their eyes
  • at the dance, Seven wouldnt stop making bad pop culture references
  • “oh, i am SO tweeting about this!”
  • “MC, is this Kesha? I love Kesha”
  • “no, Seven”
  • “well whatever it is, its great”
  • MC had so much fun laughing at Seven that night, they forgot all about their jerky friends
  • as long as MC had Seven, no one else mattered

Saeran

  • Saeran wasnt really good at this prom thing
  • he wasnt fond of crowds or loud music or obnoxious kids
  • but if it’s important to MC, its important to him
  • at first when he noticed people staring at them, he just thought his tendency to feel paranoid was acting up
  • that is, until MC excused themselves to the bathroom
  • for about 10 minutes
  • dammit, he knew something was up
  • he walks to the bathroom, trying to ignore all the stares
  • “MC? is everything okay?”
  • he could hear sniffing
  • “yea…im fine, Saeran. just gimmie a second”
  • “please let me come in. you arent okay”
  • suddenly, the door opens and MC steps out, their eyes puffy
  • “I just wanted to have a fun night with you, but my asshole friends are ruining it”
  • MC rubs their nose
  • “ruining it? how?”
  • “they keep making fun of us, Saeran. i heard some kids call you a creep”
  • Saeran just stares at MC, baffled
  • “they know i can literally break them, right?”
  • MC starts to giggle a little
  • “please dont break anyone. not tonight, at least”
  • Saeran leans toward MC and kisses them
  • “hey, what if we bail, baby? clearly these kids wouldnt know a cute couple if it punched them in the face”
  • “are you sure, Saeran? i know you paid for the tickets and i-”
  • Saeran kisses them again
  • “yes, i’m sure. lets grab some shakes and have a dance part for two at my place.”
  • “sounds better than senior prom with these jerks”
  • Saeran offers MC his arm
  • “well then, shall we?”

THANKS FOR READING I LOVE HIGH SCHOOL I HOPE YOU DO TOO!!!

Bathtime Confidence

Requested: "Calum fucks y/n so hard you can’t walk the next day” I got this idea while I was in the bathtub today. I need to take baths more often. Requests are open, let me know what crazy kinks and imagines you’d like to see (:

Warning: Rated R for SMUT yay

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It had been a very long day. Not necessarily stressful, just busy up to the minute you got off work. You’d sorted every folder in the office, started on some new paperwork, got your boss lunch, and managed to keep your cool in city traffic. And now you were home. You couldn’t wait to have a moment to breathe and relax a little bit, a reward for all the hard work you’ve been putting in lately. You deserved it. You poured yourself a glass of wine, and as you sipped, you decided to finally use that Lush bath bomb that had been sitting in you bathroom closet for a month.

As the hot water filled the tub, and the bomb made your bath a relaxing violet color, you poured in way more bubble bath than recommended, and sank into the cloud of bubbles, wine in hand. You sighed as you were enveloped in warmth. Yea, you definitely deserved this. You closed your eyes and let the lavender scent soak into your skin. The sound of your phone buzzing shook you out of a daydream, and you checked to find a text from Calum. 

from Caluuuum: We’ll be there in 10, sorry we’re running late

Shit. You muttered. You’d forgotten that you’d invited your friends over to hang out. But your bath was so nice. 

sent: Just let yourself in, I’ll be down in a few minutes

You closed your eyes and slid back down, the bubbles covering you up once more. You heard the door open and shut and 4 rowdy guys making themselves at home. They were quite loud, but you ignored them. Just a few more minutes, that’s all you needed. You heard footsteps coming down the hall, and a quiet knock on the door.

“Y/N, are you in there?” You heard Calum’s voice from the hall, and smiled. 

“I am Cal, what do you need?”

“We were wondering…” The last part was lost under Michael shouting something at Luke from the living room. 

“Calum, just come in here.” You cooed. The wine had made you a little braver, and you had a crush on Calum. Better now that never. Calum opened the door slowly, peeking in, his eyes widening when he saw where you were. “Come on, it’s fine.” You smiled, and Calum came in all the way, standing awkwardly at the door. “What do you need?”

“Well, uh… what are you doing?” He was trying not to scan your body under the bubbles, but he wasn’t being very sneaky about it. You smiled and studied his face, which was getting very red.

“Just taking a bath to relax.” You sat up a little, Calum’s eyes bulging. The bubbles were still covering you up mostly, but the bath leaves little to the imagination. “There are only a few things that relax me: Music,” You made sure he was looking at you. “Good sex,” His breath caught in his throat. “And warm baths.” You grinned watching Calum fall apart. He shook his head and bit his lip, while you lifted your legs out of the bath and crossed them. You were having too much fun with this.

“We just needed to know were your bottle opener is.” He spoke so fast you barely understood. You told him it was in the drawer by the refrigerator, and he practically ran from the bathroom. You heard the guys’ hushed voices from the living room, and you knew Calum was telling them about what he’d just witnessed. You figured now was the time to get out, and you threw on your pajama shorts, and a t-shirt, deciding to leave off the bra for now. You joined the guys in the living room, and they got quiet when you walked in. You knew why. Calum was holding two beers, and you took one from his hand.

The night really just consisted of hanging out, watching a movie, and the guys being obnoxious. There were empty beer bottles scattered around, so it was only a matter of time until Michael suggested spin the bottle.

“Are we in middle school?” You asked, but Michael gave you puppy dog eyes, so you just sighed and sat down next to him. “You do realize I’m the only girl here, and I doubt any of you will be kissing each other.” They looked around, realizing the predicament. 

“Fine, then you just pick who you’re going to make out with.” Luke said, taking a sip of his drink. The bottle couldn’t hide his sly smirk as he raised an eyebrow. You normally would have objected, but after the bath tub event, this was a perfect opportunity to finally get Calum alone. 

“Okay…” You pretended to study the group, then held your hand out to Calum, who nearly choked on the drink he’d just taken. “Come on, time for 7 minutes in Heaven.” You said with a sly grin, and the guys started whooping and hollering. You could sworn you heard someone mutter “Finally.” He took your hand and you lead him back to the bedroom, making sure to shake your butt a little bit as you did. You closed the door behind him and he stood there nervously as you took a step towards him.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want…” He said quietly.

“I chose you, why would you think I wouldn’t want to?”

“Because… I’m me. I don’t know, you probably don’t like me like that.” He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I wouldn’t let just anyone in the bathroom with me Cal.” You said, and he looked at you with those chocolate brown eyes that made your knees weak. “I’m surprised that the other guys haven’t let it slip how much I like you.” Drinking made you confident, but you still felt embarrassed saying it. 

“You like me? Really?” You nodded, and something about Calum changed. “Thank God.” Calum’s hands were on your face, pulling you in close and finally kissing you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands traveled down your back and squeezed your ass. “Remember what you told me in the bathroom? About good sex?” His tone of voice had darkened, and you felt yourself get instantly wet. “Does amazing sex count too?” He had a sly look in his eye, and you gripped the back of his hair. His new confidence was sexy.

“Let’s find out.” You rolled your hips against his, and kissed jaw as he put his hands on your thighs, asking you to jump. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his lips attached to your neck as he led you to the bed. Just as he laid you down, you heard a knock on the door.

“Guys, it’s been way over 7 minutes…” Ashton was outside the door, but that didn’t stop you from pulling Calum’s shirt over his head.

“Start the next movie without us.” Calum shouted as he pulled off your shirt, tossing it with his and kissing down your neck.

“The Netflix password is, fuck.” You muttered as Calum sucked on your neck.

“The password is fuck?” Ashton asked, and you felt Calum smirk against your skin.

“No its not, it’s by the TV on a purple piece of paper. Go wild.” You sighed as Calum massaged your boobs. 

“Uh, okay…” You heard Ashton’s footsteps retreat down the hallway, and Calum was untying your shorts and pushing them down. Calum’s breath on your skin gave you goosebumps.

He blow softly on your already wet core, sending a shiver up your spine. He didn’t waste anytime with teasing. The moment your hand was gripping his hair, his tongue was tracing up your slit, pulling a soft moan from your lips. He flicked your clit with his tongue, and you tugged his hair. His hands clutched onto your hips, and he buried his face further into your heat. He wasn’t messing around, swirling his tongue on your entrance and making you moan. You could hear the TV playing a movie from the living room, so you moaned loud, letting Calum know just how good he was making you feel. He reached a hand and started rubbing fast circles on your clit, while the other hand held you down to the bed. You were squirming under his touch, and your fingers were tangled in his hair. He moved his tongue up your slit, licking up your wetness and using it to easily slid in a finger into your entrance. “Fuck, yes Calum.” You sighed, and he curled his finger perfectly over your g-spot. Your back arched off the bed, and he added another finger and repeated. Your head was thrown back in pleasure. “Calum, sh-shit.” You moaned, and his tongue replaced his thumb on your clit. His fingers expertly moved in and out of you, and he twisted his wrist ever so slightly to swirl his fingers in you, making your toes curl lightly. “I’m gonna, c-come Calum.” He nodded and and moaned into your heat. The vibrations against your clit sent you over the edge. Your fingers slid from his hair, your toes curled, and your back arched higher than ever as you rode out your high. 

When you managed to come back down to Earth, Calum was kissing up your stomach and chest before ending on your lips. You grabbed at the zipper on his jeans, palming his hard on over his boxers as he pushed them down. You flipped him over, and he let out a groan as you pulled off his boxers slowly. You licked from base to tip, gauging his reaction before swirling your tongue across the head and taking him completely. With his head thrown back, a hand in your hair, and his moans, you knew he liked it. His hips bucked a little each time you flicked your tongue across his tip, pumping with your hand what you couldn’t get in your mouth. His hand was gripping tighter on your makeshift ponytail, and you knew that he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept up this pace. He sat up and you pulled off with a pop.

“I need to be in you.” He groaned, turning you onto your back and lining up with your entrance. He plunged in, and before you could adjust to his size, he rammed again and again. He filled you perfectly, and you let out a moan as he pounded into you. He placed his hands above your shoulders, and you wrapped your arms behind his, gripping his back as he relentlessly slammed into you. You knew you were leaving nail marks in his back already, but he started to hit your g-spot, and your fingers began to run down his back. He let out a throaty groan as you did, and his head fell in the crook of your neck. He looked back up, hungrily kissing your jaw to your mouth, sliding in his tongue and fighting with yours. You moaned into his mouth as he rocked his hips with yours. The knot in your stomach was growing tight, and you were close.

“Shit Y/N.” He muttered his lips gliding across yours as he continued to pound into you, not letting up with his fast pace. Your legs were starting to tremble, and you couldn’t believe that your shy, quiet, friend was this good in bed. Just as you decided that he was perfect like this, he took a hand and started rubbing fast circles on your clit. Your back arched, your chest flush against his. 

“Fuck Cal, if you do that, I-I won’t last l-long.” You mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut as he ran against your g-spot and your clit all at once.

“I’m close too.” He said and rested his forehead on yours. You took a hand and put it on the back of his neck, bringing an ear to your lips. 

“Come for me baby.” You muttered in his ear, licking his earlobe and sucking under his ear. He groaned, his thrusts getting sloppy. Your walls were clenching around him at the same time his length twitched, and you hit your highs almost at the same time. You moaned his name loudly, not caring at that point if the other guys heard or not. Calum kissed your neck as he slowly pulled out, falling onto the bed next to you. You caught your breath and you both looked at each others. You laughed, and Calum grinned.

“What?” He rolled onto his side, propping his head on his elbow.

“That was amazing. I’m really mad we didn’t do it sooner.” He kissed your temple and smiled. 

“I’m kind of beating myself up for it too.” You glanced at the clock and realized how long you had been in here. 

“We better get back to the guys. What are we going to tell them, about being in here for so long?” You sat up and smoothed out your hair. Calum stood up, shaking his head.

“They’re probably shit-faced drunk by now, they won’t remember tomorrow.” He held out a hand and you took it. You tried to stand up, but your legs were weak and you just ended up falling into Calum’s chest.

“Shit.” You laughed and Calum laid you back down. “Yea, if I can’t walk now after that, imagine tomorrow.”

“That’s okay. We can just stay in here.” He laid an arm over your stomach and kissed your shoulder. “If you’re up for it…” He grinned up at you, and you remembered the tone of voice from before. Good thing you had tomorrow off. You had a feeling it was going to take a long time to recover from tonight.