~ You and Harry are college buddies who live together and one time he comes home drunk, and very horny ~
Warning: smut, just that.
You were awaken by the crashing sound coming from the front door. You just knew right away that it was your flat mate since it wasn’t the first time he came home after midnight. He was definitely drunk because no sober person would curse a chair after knocking it over.
You sat up in bed and pulled up the cover to hide your revealing lace nightgown as Harry stumbled into your bedroom because you always went to bed leaving the door open. He would always go straight to his bed whenever he came home late, which was all the time, but this time you didn’t know why he went to your room instead. You just thought he was probably so drunk that he forgot where his room was.
“Had fun I see,” you said to him. His eyes were weary and his skin flushed. You could smell the entire party on him.
“Yeh should’ve come.”
“I hate most people there.”
His large feet got in his way and he almost lost his balance, holding to the door knob to keep himself standing before he leaned against the doorframe for support.
“Did I wake yeh?” he asked with a crooked smile, closing his eyes because the room was starting to spin.
“No, I just happened to stay up until 2 AM waiting for your drunk ass to burst into my room,” you said and he seemed amused by you being sarcastic.
“I think…I think I drank too much—fuck,” he shook his head, which fell on his shoulder, heavy from the liquor.
“Stop mockin’ me,” his words tangled together on his tongue as he stumbled forward then crashed down right in front of you on your bed. You needed sleep because you had classes the next morning so there was no way you would let him fall asleep there. You grabbed his shoulders to pull him up but he let his full weight fall on you, knocking you flat down on your back with him lying on top. You told him to get off but he was too drunk to move, instead he was nuzzling into your neck.
You had admitted to yourself a long time ago that you had a crush on Harry. Why wouldn’t you? He was a handsome young man with a good heart. But you never let him know about your little crush because you thought he wasn’t attracted to you. As Harry was snuggling into your arms, you could have just pushed him off and kicked him out of your room but you couldn’t do it because you enjoyed the feeling.
“I missed yeh, pet,” he almost sounded like a child and it was too adorable. Drunk Harry could be cute and yet so sexy.
“Um…How was the party?” you asked, changing the subject as you felt your body temperature increase and your face turning red.
“S'fine. Kayla was all over me though.”
“Was she?” Kayla was just one of Harry’s friends who was obsessed with him.
“But I said “no, no, I have to go back to Y/N”. Yeah. And-and I asked Jack to drive me home ‘cause I missed yeh.”
You were taken aback and nervous at the same time, wondering to yourself if he knew what he was talking about or he was just speaking nonsense out of drunkenness.
“You’re so warm,” his hips swiveled against yours and you could feel his content smile against your neck. You held your breath and pushed his hips back.
“Let’s get you back to your room.”
Harry let you sit him up, sleep was in his eyes and he looked like a drunk little boy, which amused you. He smiled at you and thanked you for what reason you weren’t sure. You giggled and attempted to get yourself off the bed but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and shifted you into his lap, burying his head in your neck and pressing his lips to your jawline. Your whole body immediately reacted to him even though you were shocked by his action. You knew you shouldn’t have but you wanted more.
“Harry, what-” you tried to stop him but his wide palms slid up your back, holding you in place as his lazy kisses fell down your collarbone to just above your breasts. You felt his warm touch burning your skin over the thin fabric of your gown and didn’t try to protest when he cupped one of your breasts with his large hand. Your eyes went shut and you didn’t even know how he managed to get your dress off you, leaving you in just your panties half naked in front of his lustful eyes. His tongue found your nipple, flicking it and circling it slowly. You held onto the back of his head and let a light moan peel up your throat, automatically moving your hips, rubbing yourself against the cool metal of his belt buckle.
“Harry…we shouldn’t…” You didn’t know why you even tried to stop him when your whole body was participating in the action, but you still felt like you should have said something because he was drunk and you were sober.
“I want to fuck yeh,” he asked with your nipple still between his lips and the sight of it along with those words were enough to make you lose your mind.
“You need to sleep.”
“But you’re drunk.”
“I still know wha' I want,” His voice was rough against your ear and you rolled your eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to the spot below your jaw then across your cheek then you just completely gave in and let him kiss you. His tongue pushed against yours, letting you taste the liquor. You immediately moaned against his hot mouth because you could feel how hungry he was for you. Harry raised his arms up into the air and let you peel his shirt off and it didn’t take more than a few seconds for your panties to get ripped off.
You laid back down again with Harry between your opened legs, pushing his cock against your heat through his black trousers. You two kissed like a horny couple in love. He kept grinding his hips into yours and it was sending electricity through your core, making you a moaning mess beneath him. Harry pushed his hand between your bodies and drove two fingers into you suddenly. You gripped his arm as he pumped his long fingers hard and fast while sucking on your bottom lip. Harry pushed his fingers deeper, curling them against your walls, at the same time working on your clit as well. You sucked in a breath and clenched around his digits.
“Fuck, Harry—” His hand felt so good it was making you see stars. You rolled your hips quickly, his fingers still tucked inside you as you held his wrist. Riding his fingers like they were his cock as he watched with lustful eyes, his lip tucked between his teeth. You pulled his hand free and looked at him, his face was pure sex and desire and arousal so you just had to crash your mouth against his again. You unbuckled his belt and pulled open his button fly with a tug, sliding your hand between his boxers and jeans to rub him, get him fully hard and ready for you. You had turned into a completely different person and he really enjoyed how you were taking the initiative.
“Fuck, baby. Let me fuck yeh.” Your entire body was on fire, strongly reacting to the sound of those words on his lips. You gripped his ass as he wasted no time driving into you. You tossed your head back on the bed and the two of you both groaned. He sucked the skin of your throat before planting his hand on the bed and gripping my hip with his other. He was going hard and fast, destroying your entire body with his thrusts. You soon forgot that he was drunk and just paid attention to how good he was making you feel.
You lifted your leg up his hip and he moved his arm to hook it under you knee and throw your leg over his shoulder. His face was red from pleasure and he slightly opened his mouth, his breath caught in his throat and you were so turned on watching him fuck you. You pushed his hair off his face and held his cheeks in your hands.
“Fuck, yeh feel good,” he managed to speak as you told him to fuck you harder if it was possible. You were digging your nails into his flesh, listening to the sound of your skin slapping and dirty moans filling the room. Both of you were loud and out of control as his cock slammed into you deep and hard.
“Fuuuuck, Harry. Oh God. Oh shit.“
"Shit. Yeh gonna cum fo’ me, baby? C'mon.” His words breathed against your mouth and you felt like you were about to explode. You could hardly handle the tone of his voice when he was fucking you even deeper and it didn’t take you much longer to release. Your body started contracting and tensing. You screamed out his name, letting it pour passed your lips over and over again until you felt the warmth of him spilled deep inside you. Thankfully you were on the pills. You clung to his back as he panted against your neck, your core still wrapped around him, pulsing and contracting. He groaned and rolled to his back, pulling you on top of him while you petted his face.
“Are yeh okay?” he asked and you nodded your head yes.
“Yeah, are you?”
“Yep.” Harry kept his eyes close, still trying to breath steady again. The fucking session might have sobered him up, you thought.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you fo’ so long,” he said after a moment, making you giggle and hide your face in his chest.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, it’s so hard when we’re livin’ together.”
You bit your bottom lip and felt heat rushing up to your cheeks.
“I have a crush on you,” you confessed. You had thought of a few scenarios in which you finally told him how you felt but this was definitely not one of them. Harry seemed quite indifferent toward what you had just said to him though which made you think he might not feel the same.
“I knew tha’. I mean…yeh made it quite obvious, the way you’ve always looked at me.”
Your eyes widened as you gasped and smacked his chest slightly. “And you didn’t say anything?”
“I thought it was cute tha’ yeh tried to hide it. But if it makes yeh feel better…” He locked eyes with you and a playful dimpled smile appeared on his pretty face. “…I have a crush on yeh too.”
Requests are welcomed. Masterlist link is in my bio.
BTS Reaction ; Their FWB Being Distant Cause They Caught Feelings
Requested by Anonymous, “Bts reaction to their fwb being distant because she’s gained feelings for them? Also your writing is really good sigh, it makes my pussy pop and my heart cry.”
Note; I still crack up at that endi n g this took so long im sorr y life slapped me in the face and i finally had to face it jglad
“Why are you being so distant?”
It’s not because he only wanted to bang, because he didn’t, but moreso because he was worried he did something wrong. Over the phone, he could hear your rough intake of air as everything became quiet, and the more the time ticked and threatened to strangle him to sleep, the more his heart clenched. “Maybe,” you finally whispered, “it’s because I actually fell for you along the way.”
He was speechless to say the least, yet, the beating organ residing in his chest began to beat faster. What could he do? He didn’t know, but when he heard the receiver beep — indicating the call that had ended, he looks to his screen in regret.
“Please,” he begged, grabbing you by the hand as you intended on walking away and avoiding him, but you froze, feeling the warmth of his grip burn and sizzle on your skin. “I don’t care about the sex, or anything, just you — so please tell me what’s going on.”
“I love you, okay?” You whispered, but your heart sunk as his hand let go of yours and instantly slid down to his side. “So much,” you added, yet he could only laugh softly, looking away from your eyes.
“Really, is that it?” His voice became looser, laid back with a dash of disbelief that drowned you in guilt, “you had to cause such a scenario and make a big deal over that? You could have just told me and I would have avoided all this unnessecary pain.”
“So,” he asks, gripping your wrist as you were holding all your necessary books against your chest with your free hand amidst the empty library, “tell me why you keep ignoring me.”
And you did, looking him in the eyes as the words fell from your lips like rain, the images of your naked nights flashing before your eyes and the sun slipping through sheer curtains in the early mornings as he held you close to him in his sleep haunted you. You were tired of keeping him arms length away, so if confessing your feelings will have him walking away, then..so be it.
But, a smile only grew wider and wider as your chatter prolonged, and once the books fell from your hands and slammed on the floor
he embraced you tightly, afraid of you disappearing. “I love you, too.”
Avoiding him like the plague, ignoring his texts and calls were probably not a good idea. He wad the type of man to not end things without notice, to just look away like a coward and act like it never happened. He loathed people like that, so when he looked everywhere for you until he saw you sitting alone at the park where midnight was closing in — he groaned. “Really? Why are you so distant?”
You couldn’t think, speechless at how the man didn’t get the point yet took the time to look for you, and when he plopped down beside you as your confession falls from your lips, he sighs.
“What if I told you,” he began, “that I love you too?”
He didn’t know what was going on nor why you were ignoring him, but it hurt. He never took the time to confront you, respecting your decision in avoiding him so when you sit in the booth across from his in the nearly empty restaurant one day, he gulps. “What brings you here?” He questions, silver locks hugging his features delicately. “I’ve got to admit, not having you by my side for weeks made me realize–“
“Jimin,” you interrupted, and he blinked, eyes lowering from your sudden tone. His lips were parted, sighing softly as he quietly waited for you to end things, “I’m in love with you.”
“I..what?” He stuttered, finding your cheeks flushed in humiliation before he quickly reached for your hand and squeezed it in reassurance as a small smile grazed his lips.
Your progress was doing so well, but like always, your paths had somehow crossed once again and here you were, laying in bed with the man you dreaded to see as you both stared at the ceiling — erratic breaths slowly calming from both your highs. Eyes fluttering shut, you whispered, “this wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“What do you mean, babe?” He questioned, turning in his place to face you as his finger went to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
Sighing, you looked to him with regret in your eyes. “I love you Tae,” but he could only stare at you in something akin to shock, happiness and confusion, “I always will.”
It was at a party, after a whole month of disappearing from his life, when your eyes finally met his. Through booming music and drunken mesmerization, the both of you were sucked together like magnets, suddenly stumbling into a bedroom void of life as he kissed you with power. Pushing you into the mattress, his lips went in to attack your own before you pushed him away. “I can’t.”
“Is this why you keep acting like I don’t exist?” He spat angrily, already hurt enough at how you pushed him away like he never existed. “Just tell me what’s killing you inside, speak up and quit hiding–“
“I love you, okay?” And his eyes widened the slightest, nodding slowly as he wiped the sweat off his face.
I cannot believe it has been so long since I posted and I’m sorry, truly, that it’s taken me forever and a day to get my ass in gear. But due to recent events, I felt inspired to write something and I’m actually really, really happy with how this turned out!
Also, I owe a huge thank you to @permanentcross for giving me advice and reassuring me this wasn’t crap and to @canistay-haz for being her wonderful, loving self and telling me I don’t suck. You both are so, so lovely and I’m lucky that I can ask you for advice when I’m not confident in my writing.
Normally, Saturday mornings would be reserved for sleeping in, lazy kisses, and barely audible gasps filling your ears. Today however, you and Harry had to be somewhat functioning adults. You were having one last get together with Harry’s closest friends and family before his life was sent into the spotlight for who knows how long, and he didn’t get to be as free and open with his time as he had been.
You woke up about half an hour after Harry did, knowing you had things to do and people to see but you were having none of it. All you could think about was the slight yet very-much-still-there tingling sensation between your legs thanks to yours and Harry’s late night rendezvous. You smiled to yourself, rolling over and letting your face collide into Harry’s pillow, inhaling his lingering scent that made you want him all over again…
You made your way downstairs to your boyfriend, legs bare and torso covered in his ridiculously baggy pink shirt that was littered with the white polka dots, your rear just barely peeking out at the bottom hem. Harry was sporting only a pair of grey joggers that hung much too low on his hips, not that you were complaining.
“Morning, sunshine.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, peppering his back with tiny pecks.
“G’morning, poppet. Sleep okay?” Every morning after, without fail, he asks how you slept. He asks because he knows when you’re both in the heat of the moment, sex isn’t gentle. Not that it’s animalistic, but you and Harry like what you like and making sure you’re comfortable and properly taken care of after is an essential part of his aftercare routine; he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take care of you and pamper any part that might be slightly bruised or extra loved on. He does love a routine after all…
“Mhm,” you purr into his back, pecking his skin once more before he spins around in your grasp, your arms falling to your sides while he places one hand on your cheek and encloses your mouth with his.
“Good,” he smiles down at you, pecking your cheek before turning back to the countertop where you can see he’s been preparing a dessert for the get together later that night.
“Whatcha makin’?” you ask, hopping upon the countertop, legs swinging back and forth while eyeing the bowl of plain raspberries and the graham cracker crust that was still sitting in the tart pan Harry insisted he needed.
“How does a raspberry tart for tonight sound? Bought the pan, figured there was no use in letting it sit in the cupboard.”
You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle. There was nothing comical about the dessert in and of itself, but you were feeling some type of way this morning and you couldn’t help but think of it in a provocative way.
Harry rolled his eyes, trying not to grin, “Why is that funny?”
You just giggled again and reached to kiss him on the cheek, “Maybe I wanna be your little raspberry tart. I already have the perfect shirt on.” Although you’d been sitting on the countertop for a good minute already, Harry had just noticed how his shirt had ridden up your thighs and he swallowed hard, also taking in how you had only the bottom two buttons fastened and there was little, if anything, left to the imagination. What Harry didn’t know was that you didn’t have anything covering the part of you that wanted him the most; he figured you’d just thrown on something skimpy just to torture him but no, you were completely bare, apart from the bottom of the hem under your bum, and sitting on your boyfriend’s counter. Harry didn’t have a prayer.
You smirked at him cheekily and even though you’d had him not even eight hours before, he could tell you still had an appetite for something else, something that filled you in a different way.
I’ve never done an ‘Imagine’ before so please bear with me. This little idea wouldn’t leave my head so I had to write it.
Imagine you being best friends with Tony and Clay. You’re the one girl who’s either oblivious to all the cute boys around you and/or you’re the one girl who brushes off all flirtatious comments thrown at you. However, there is one boy who’s truly interested in you and he finally decides to make it known when Valentine’s Day rolls around.
Jeff X Reader
Walking through the school hall, you wrinkle your nose at the red and pink paper hearts adorning the walls. Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and posters advertise dollar carnations so you can buy your Valentine all he/she deserves. It’s not that you have anything against the Hallmark holiday, it’s just.. all so pink and definitely not one of your favorite colors.
You make it to gym, pasting on a frown as you trudge inside. Making a beeline for the coach, you pass over a note and wait patiently as it’s read. The coach scoffs, you bite back a smirk and then trudge over to the bleachers when the coach grunts in acknowledgement of having read the note before waving you off. When you stomp halfway up said bleachers, you let your book bag fall with a content sigh before laying down on your stomach on one of the bleacher seats while pillowing your head atop your crossed arms.
“You look cozy,” you hear Tony’s familiar voice say. “What excuse is it this time?”
“Killer cramps and a heavy flow. I enjoy grossing out the coach.” Cracking open an eye, you see Tony decked out in gym wear sitting right in front of you, grinning. “Having a vagina really has it’s perks.”
We simultaneously portray these rival countries as …
1) rapidly militarizing, unstable supervillains who must be dealt with swiftly, but also
2) inept buffoons with a far inferior military whom the U.S. would crush instantly in any action.
These two somehow-not-conflicting notions then dovetail perfectly to help us both justify a war and make said war seem super easy and winnable. It’s really a perfect propaganda tool for our military – citizens are not gonna rush to enlist for some war where it sounds like they’ll definitely be killed. But do you actually feel “afraid” of Kim Jong-un at all? Don’t you feel like, 70 percent sure you could take him in an arm wrestling match or a game of darts, even though you definitively suck at both? Why do you suppose that is?
Take this New York Post headline. Piggyback rides! North Korea looks like some new CBS Hogan’s Heroes reboot that’s now called HOGAN and somehow features no Asian actors. And sure, The Post is a tabloid that can squeeze a full goofy article out of “Guy kind of looks like he’s on another guy,” but consider these other North Korea headlines it printed this month alone.
North Korea is a credible threat that’s hellbent on destroying the U.S. and its Pacific allies, but fortunately, it also consists of a bunch of piggyback-riding children playing dress-up who we’ll crush in eight seconds as soon as we’re finally like “fiiiine” and get around to doing it.
This same pattern was extremely evident in the lead-up to the Iraq War.
While at a hotel the Chocobros and their girlfriends get into a bad argument, the guys say something they regret from anger (like "I don't need you anymore" something angsty as hail) and when their S.O's sneak out of the hotel during the night, the guys freak out? Your blog is awesome by the way
Thank you so much! <3 Things said out of anger can ruin relationships all the time. This is both a fun and unique prompt that I looked very forward to writing.
Noctis dug his fingers in his hair, it had been 4 hours, 4 hours ago, he had yelled at you, over something so stupid.
“Just leave me the hell alone, since I’m not good enough for you, why don’t you just leave.”
The look of hurt, betrayal and sadness that crossed your face, only for you to stand up straight. Staring the man in the eye,
“All right, fine.”
Had he not been so upset, the Prince wouldn’t now be sleeping on the far side of the bed, rolling over to look to you. Maybe he could apologize in the dead of night, and it would help his mind to rest just a little. Only to realize that you weren’t there! Yet he felt you get in the bed.
a/n: hi hello i’m back i hope you like this!!! my mind started wandering halfway through lmao
anonymous asked: Could you write one where y/n is distansing herself from Chris for some reason and Chris is getting worried she might leave him and confronts her like ‘Tell me what happened, tell me why everything changed’ Thank you if this is something you can write :)
Christoffer’s biggest fear initially was committing into a relationship and letting someone in his life, letting someone know him on a more personal level. Nowadays, it was loosing you. The thought of you not being a part of his life was terrifying to him, as dumb as it might sound you were the best thing to have happened in his life so far. Even if it was really early in your relationship, he was pretty sure he was falling in love with you, fast. Too fast even. He never thought he’d feel the way he feels for you, but it was something he treasured.
It had taken him time to accept that his crush wasn’t only based on looks and that he liked you as a person and that he actually wanted to be with you, not only occasionally as a random hook up. You were understanding and gave him his time, never rushing him in anyway. He had appreciated a lot, so when he actually was ready you were both beaming with happiness. People had found it funny how happy you both were back then, the bravest ones tried to tease Chris about it, without success though.
But good thing don’t last, not for Chris at least. The universe probably had something against him or his happiness in general, because his worst fear was actually happening. You had become distant suddenly, Chris doing everything possible to stop it from happening in a way that he doesn’t look too clingy. As the whole relationship thing was new for him, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had fucked it up already. Had he said something to offend you? Did he do something wrong? In his mind, the options were endless.
Maybe Chris was a little dumb for not confronting you about it immediately and giving you some alone time, but as days went on he grew more and more worried. He was hung up on the idea of you leaving him, the less confident side of him completely taking over on the matter. Chris knew that he had to act quickly, before it’s too late.
Even with all of that, he was ready to save your relationship at all costs. That was exactly what he was doing currently, as he was walking around in the school in hopes of seeing you or your friends, so far it had been unsuccessful.
A sigh of relief got past his lips when he spotted your little group of friends, boldly walking up to them. They immediately noticed that Chris was walking towards them, growing quiet in matter of seconds. He examined each one of them, noticing Eva was there too. It probably wasn’t the greatest idea of his to hook up with Eva when he was interested in you, it was something he deeply regretted and often worried about. That of course was before you were dating or he was getting ready to do so.
”Where’s Y/N?” Chris asked calmly, tapping his foot against the floor of the cafeteria. They all seemed hesitant, contemplating whether they should tell him or not. Chris’ previous calmness was quickly fading away, replaced by annoyance. ”Look, you can dislike me all you want, but if you know where Y/N is I’d like to know.”
Vilde was the one to crack up and tell him that you had left to get your books for the next class, earning a glare from the others. Chris mumbled out a quick ’thank you’, before sprinting off towards your locker. And you were there, standing in front of it. He walked up
”We need to talk, preferably now.” he said, looking at you.
”Later, excuse me I have to go to class now.” you told him, not bothering to look at him as you tried to leave, only for him to grab your wrist, softly enough to not hurt you.
”Classes don’t start for another 15 minutes, you’re not in a hurry yet and I think it’s crucial that we talk right now,” Chris told you, briefly pausing before continuing. ”Even if I have a reputation of not caring about other peoples feelings, I’ve always taken yours into consideration and I think I at least deserve an explanation for your behavior.”
Your heart was pounding like crazy, you knew sooner or later Chris would confront you about it. You knew you could’ve handled the whole situation better, distancing yourself from him wasn’t smart either. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him anymore, because you did. A lot actually.
A small crowd was following the situation, already probably gossiping about it. Thankfully Chris noticed this, pulling you into a more quiet place where you could be alone. You stood there in silence, not sure of what to do. Chris ran his hand through his hair, a nervous habit he had had as long as you can remember.
”Do you still even like me?” Chris carefully asked, afraid of the answer. This was nerve-wracking for him, he didn’t want your relationship to end. In his mind it didn’t make sense to break up or even take a break, because everything had gone well before. You laughed together, you held hands in the hallways like every annoying new couple did and you respected each other.
”I still like you.” you managed to whisper out as you were on the verge of tears, doing your best to not. Every moment you spent in silence made you feel more and more guilty, regretting your actions. The last thing you wanted to ever do was hurt Chris in any way.
”Then please just tell me what happened, tell me why everything changed? I promise I’ll do my best to fix it.” Chris said, nervously chewing on the inside of his cheek.
Silence. You were struggling to find the right words to explain yourself. As you took a deep breath, you started explaining. ”Ultimately, I think I got jealous and insecure. I know this is dumb, but I heard that you had a thing with Eva and liked her and it just really made me feel insecure. I started overthinking, which ended up in me distancing myself from you. It was a way to protect myself from getting hurt, but in the process of this I hurt you. I’m sorry.”
Christoffer’s facial expression softened seemingly, he was relieved to say the least. ”I can understand that, I was actually worried about it earlier. You’re the only one I have ever liked, I don’t want you to worry about things concerning the matter.”
“I hate how you always know what to say to make me feel better.” you said with a small laugh, wiping some tears away.
“I can’t help it, I’m pretty much a genius.”
You smiled a little, pulling him in a much needed hug. It felt nice and cozy, like home. Chris pressed a kiss to your front, making you slightly blush. One of the many qualities of yours he loved was that he still managed to make you blush with the simplest things.
It was no mystery that you both sucked in this whole dating thing, you were the two newbies who messed things up constantly but no matter what happened did your best to get through it. Things get hard from time to time, but as long as you were both happy together it was worth it.
Summary: All Y/N and Jeff knew how to do was hate each other because of their parents. What happens when Jeff’s had enough?
Pairing: Jeff x Reader
Request: Request wherein you and Jeff have like a Romeo and Juliet kinda thing (families hate each other, they hate each other too) until they end up falling for one another somehow, you can play with it how you like! (Just don’t make them die pls) AND Can you do 14 with Jeff?
Word Count: 1403
Prompt: “No one can change the past, I can’t change the past.”
A/N Would you all like if I made a masterlist of all of my imagines?
It was your first day of kindergarten and your young age made you excited for school. Everyone was nice, excited, some sad that their parents were gone, but overall, it was a good day. Until lunch. You were sitting down eating what your mother had made you when an older boy sat opposite of you. You instantly recognized him as the son of your parents’ enemies. You had no idea why your families hated each other, but when you both saw each other’s faces, you simultaneously stood up walked away from each other. It didn’t feel right, he looked like a nice person, but with your families, you’d be nothing more than enemies. At least that’s what you thought.
Your lives have been like this for 10 years. You were a sophomore, Jeff a senior and the two of you haven’t even tried friendship, but rather threw insults at each other. Again, neither of you knew why, but it was almost as if you were born to hate each other. You both kept your distance, until your god forsaken history teacher paired you two up for a project. Outraged, you both expressed your anger while the class sat back and watched the two of you banter. It wasn’t until you were threatened with getting a zero on the project did you both suck it up and pout angrily in your respective seats.
Help Me Get The Girl part 13 (Grayson Mini-Series)
Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him. In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied. What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.
A/N:Well, here is chapter 13, it’s more laid back but I really enjoyed writing it! Thank you for joining me on this journey so far for this series! I hope you enjoy this part!
I had walked up the stairs to Theo’s room which was up higher in our home, almost excluded from the rest of the rooms. I was leaning against the doorframe while he typed away on his computer. At first I thought that it was homework that he was working on for his online high school, but I soon realized that it wasn’t. He was mumbling under his breath what he was typing.
“He laid, still as can be with his hand tightly clenched around her necklace that she had given to him days ago. What a beautiful memory to drift away to.”
Smiling to myself, I realized that he was writing which was something I didn’t know he liked to do. I’ve been told that writing can be therapeutic to people, but I had the feeling that he had been doing this in secret for quite some time.
“That was beautiful.” I told him. He jumped up, twirling around in his chair with wide eyes.
He quickly turned back around, saved his document, and closed the window. “Shit! Don’t you know how to knock, Y/n?”
I laughed at his outburst, taking a step into his room, “I couldn’t see anything, really, all I could hear was what your were grumbling. I came up here to catch up and see how things have been for you. You haven’t been too talkative lately.” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, seeming unsure of what to do, so I prompted him some more, “I brought you an orange soda and skittles!” I brought them forward from behind my back, dangling them in front of me.
Eyeing his favorite treats he squinted in thought, obviously contemplating whether or not to take the bait. After thinking it over for a second he smiled and said, “Can we go on the roof?”
“Of course we can!” I chuckled, tossing him the soda.
We were sat on the roof, chugging our drinks and popping the skittles like our lives depended on it. Theo kept tossing his up in the air and catching them in his mouth while I tried to catch them before he got the chance to eat them, but he tossed them in a way that I was always a second away from snatching them.
“So,” I started as I set my drink down, “How’s online school going?”
He shrugged, “It’s meh. I mean, it’s nice because I don’t have to deal with those neanderthals always pushing me around, but I do miss being at school with my friends.”
“A specific friend?” I teased, wiggling my eyebrows at him.
His cheeks turned a deep shade of red as he bowed his head, “Maybe.”
“Layla.” I dragged the final ‘a’ out.
He ran a hand through his hair, “She makes my bones ache when I see her, but a good ache. It the kind of ache that reminds you that you’re alive and that the person who is making you feel that way, is there for just that reason; to remind you that you’re alive.”
I raised my brows at him, an impressed expression covering my face, “That was poetic and I didn’t know you could talk like that.” I said truthfully as I bumped my shoulder against his.
“She makes me a poet I guess.” he said as he leaned back and stared up at the night sky.
“Gross, that was mushy. Too far.” I groaned as I joined him, my back resting against the roof.
“You’re right,” he laughed, “I’ve written for a long time. I’ve just never shared it with you guys. I will say though, she inspires me to write more romance within my stories.”
“Romance,” I scoffed, “Romance obviously has love at the center of it and love causes problems.”
He snorted, “What’s up your ass?”
“Nothing, I’m just being realistic. Love is like this monster that sits on your shoulder continually telling you to take one road and when you get to the crossroads it steers you in a completely different direction that takes you right back to the beginning. And once you’re there, you’re still all alone, driving in hopes that you’ll finally get to your destination. It’s tragic, honestly.”
“My gosh.” he grumbled uncomfortably as he shifted a bit, “Could you be more negative? I think love is a beautiful thing.”
Sitting back up, I pulled my legs to my chest, “As I said, love is a monster, but I will admit… it’s a damn beautiful monster.”
Theo dumped the remaining skittles into his mouth, chewing as he said, “Fuck monsters, man. I’ve got an angel.”
“So, why not sleep with both of them?” Ayla asked as she stared at the table across the cafeteria. Both Ethan and Grayson were sat at the table together, but there was no Grace.
I had gotten so used to sitting with Ayla, Jason, and Nicole that it just became my permanent spot. Neither of the boys seemed to mind, they continued to banter back and forth, quite a bit of the time there were a few other guys who would join them partway through.
“That’s not how you settle things like this.” I snapped, sending her a quick glare.
“She’s right, Ayla. The correct way is to see which one buys her more gifts. Especially lingerie, oh yes.” Jason said before they both roared with laughter. I could tell that Nicole was trying her best not to laugh, but was failing to do so.
“You both suck.” I let them know as I threw a napkin, hoping it would hit one of the two of them.
“The truth is,” Nicole started, “You go with whichever one makes your heart happiest, and if you feel like that’s going to be a decision that you won’t be able to make, you let them go, because it’s unfair to them and it’s unfair to yourself.”
Both Ayla and Jason stared at her with their mouths hanging open and their eyes wide like deer in headlights. Nicole’s eyes shifted back and forth between the two of them, even taking glances at me. I’ll admit, I was equally as shocked as them.
“What?” she squealed, throwing her arms up.
“That was the deepest thing you’ve ever said. I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say that you’ve never been that serious in your life.” Jason told her, resuming eating, the initial shock calming.
“Well, I mean, I wasn’t quite done.” we all groaned when she spoke those words. “I was also going to say that I hope you end up with Ethan because dangly earring over there is too delicious for me to handle.”
“There she is…” I joked, sending a smile her direction.
She shrugged innocently, “It’s not my fault that God blessed him with perfect assets.”
“They’re twins.” Jason stated as if she was an idiot.
“They don’t look exactly the same.” she defended, “They’re both good looking, but I want to be the conductor of that train,” she gestured towards Grayson, “Choo choo!” she gestured like she was sounding off a train whistle.
“Gross.” Ayla said under her breath.
“HEY!” Nicole shouted, “HEY TWINS!” she said again.
“What are you doing?” I asked her.
She ignored me, “ETHAN AND YOU!”
“His name is Grayson.” Jason said in between bites.
“ETHAN AND GRAYSON!” she corrected, finally getting their attention. “COME SIT WITH US!”
Exchanging looks, both of them got up with their trays in hand, walking over to our table. Ethan took a seat next to me while Grayson sat next to him with Ayla on his other side.
Looking at the twins and then in my direction Nicole said, “What a dream.”
“A dream? What dream?” Grayson asked, clearly confused.
She looked him straight in the eyes, “My dream. My ultimate fantasy.”
“Okay…” he said, looking over to me, “How’s your day going?”
I tilted my head a bit, “Fine. Routine. Basically on autopilot as usual. What about you?”
“Just going through the motions.” he replied, looking back at Nicole who was still eyeing him. “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine. Just waiting. Waiting for that green light.”
Eyes still on her he leaned and whispered something in Ethan’s ear. A few seconds later Ethan leaned over and whispered, “Gray thinks she’s a bit… odd.”
“She is.” I quietly said back, my lips unintentionally brushing against his ear.
After finishing lunch Grayson grabbed me before Ethan had the chance. We talked about school and life. He asked about Theo and how his schooling was going. He just kept the conversation casual which I appreciated because normality was what I had needed in that moment.
“So,” he said as we came to a stop in front of my classroom, “I know that between Ethan and I, we haven’t made things easy for you. But, I want you to know that I meant what I said whole heartedly, and in no way am I trying to say that I feel more for you than Ethan does, because it’s impossible to compare the two of us and our feelings. I just… I don’t want to pressure you more, but have you thought about it at all?”
I should have known that it wasn’t going to continue to be small talk. I should have known that we would come back to this conversation, but stupid me fell into the trap.
“I think– I think that I’ve been thinking too much lately.” I told him honestly. “I’m starting to feel like maybe it’s my heart’s turn to take the wheel and when it’s ready, it will let me know what it wants.”
He nodded, “That’s understandable.” The warning bell sounded off, telling us that we only had a minute left to get to class. “I have another question and it’s not about that,” he reassured me, “Who is that Nicole chick?”
I giggled, “She’s the self-proclaimed new girl. She’s amazing and we’ve become really good friends, which I needed because…” I trailed off thinking about the situation with Grace who I haven’t spoken to in a couple weeks. “Because I feel like it’s time for me to have a fresh start and rid myself of negative vibes.”
“That’s understandable as well. She’s kind of a weirdo.” he laughed awkwardly.
“Yeah she is, but I love it.” I smiled.
“She’s pretty entertaining,” he started to back away, “I should get going though. I can’t be late for class again.” With a contented smile I nodded to him and watched as he walked down the hall, not noticing all of the girls ogling over him as he passed. He would never know how amazing he was.
“Okay!” Nicole said as she jumped in front of me right as we entered my house, “Screw, marry, kill with Ethan, Grayson, and Jason.”
Each time I tried to move past her she shifted her body so that I couldn’t get around her. “Fine!” I shouted, dropping my bag inside the door, kicking my shoes off, “Screw Grayson or Ethan, marry Grayson or Ethan, and kill Jason. I’m pretty sure that Jason would rather be dead than marry or have sex with me so…”
“Oh gosh that’s not how it works, you can’t say both of them. I’d totally marry Grayson though because then I could screw him whenever I wanted.” she covered her mouth and then gave me a look full of fear. “That was so rude of me, Y/n, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” I asked, finally moving past her, shutting the door behind me.
“I just… I know you’ve got a thing going on with the two of them and me making these comments isn’t appropriate, no matter how badly I want to jump his bones.” she smacked her hand against her head, “I DID IT AGAIN!”
I nearly cackled, “It’s fine! It doesn’t bother me. I know that you mean no harm.”
“But, you’re my friend, I shouldn’t be so outwardly flirtatious and verbal about it. I apologize.” she said sincerely, following me to my room.
I sat on my bed, Nicole making herself comfortable next to me, “He asked me if I had been thinking about things. I told him I was done thinking and that I was allowing my heart to lead me.” I told her as I leaned my head against her shoulder. “I just want this to be over. This never should have happened. I’m a high schooler, I should not be feeling these emotions already, right?”
“It’s life, Y/n, you never know when or what you’re going to feel. It just happens. But, I have an idea and I want you to trust me.” she slowly pulled her shoulder out from under me.
“What?” I asked, nervous for what was to come next.
She clapped her hands together, “I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to answer it with the first thing that comes to your mind.”
Hesitantly I answered, “Okay.”
“If right now there was someone approaching your front door ready to whisk you away on the greatest adventure of your life, who would you want it to be? Grayson or Ethan?”
Summary: When your parents meet up with their old friends and you meet their gorgeous son, Park Jihoon. The dinner goes horribly wrong and Jihoon whisks you away for one of the best nights of your life.
THIS SCENARIO IS DEDICATED TO @perkwoojin BECAUSE SHE IS THE SWEETEST PERSON I HAVE EVER MET AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH. WITHOUT HER I WOULD OF NOT BEEN ABLE TO FINISH THE SCENARIO THIS QUICKLY, EVERYONE SHE’S AMAZING SO GIVE HER LOVE AND SUPPORT CAUSE SHE DESERVES SO MUCH!!! Also thanks to the lovely anon who sent this in it was an amazing idea!
“y/n come on get dressed nicely, we need to get to the restaurant!!” your mum exclaims (okay y’all i’m australian so we say mum instead of mom so no it’s not a typo). You groan and get up out of your warm comfy bed and dress up so you can go to dinner with your parents to see their friends which they haven’t seen in 20 years. Your mum said it was a super fancy place they were going so I needed to dress up to the tens. You take a quick shower and style your hair into a half up half down hairstyle, you slip on a pale grey flowy dress with lace sleeves which reaches a bit above your knees. You do a light layer of makeup and slip on your black heels. You looked dressed up enough for a fancy dinner and pretty nice if you say so yourself. Your family gets in the car and drives to the restaurant. During the drive, your dad tells you that their friends are permanently moving into the neighbourhood. Your mum also mentions their friends are bringing their son as well and that he’s starting at your school and that you should show him around. You scoff at that you tell them “he’s probably like way younger than me and annoying, so no thank you.” Your mum just rolls her eyes muttering to herself something about teenagers. The thing is you love your parents but they care about their social status a lot because your family was quite well off. It really annoys because you need to go to a lot of dinner parties and events. You were really sick of it to be honest, especially since it’s holidays and you just wanted to stay home and watch netflix.
You and your parents arrive at this gorgeous fancy restaurant, you’re escorted to a private room. You automatically think your parents friends are extremely rich, you enter the private dining room. Your eyes first catch a well dressed asian couple, the man wore a crisp dark blue suit with a white undershirt and the woman looked beautiful in a sleek elegant long black dress, with pearls and her short hair. Your parents suddenly blocked your view as they hugged and shook hands with their friend and exchanging pleasantries. Your mum introduces you to them “y/n this is Mr and Mrs Park”, you smile politely and say “it’s very nice to meet you Mr and Mrs Park.” Mrs Park exclaims “wow y/n you’re so pretty and grown up, let me introduce you to your son, I think you two will get along since you’re the same age.” You look around and you spotted him, your breath hitched. In front of you was a completely drop dead gorgeous guy around your age, he looked so good in a black suit which contrasted his dyed light brown hair. He looks at you, and smiles charmingly, and even with him just smiling at you, your heart sped up significantly. Then you heard his melodic voice “Hi, I’m Park Jihoon, it’s nice to meet you” as he introduced himself to you he grabbed your hand and kissed it. You became a puddle of goo, quite a few of guys have done that but no one has ever made you feel that way. He was like your prince charming. You remembered your manners and you smiled back flirtatiously (you think, you have no idea how to flirt tbh). “Hi Jihoon, my name’s y/n, it’s nice to meet you too.”
The table was circular so you end up sitting between your mum and Jihoon. As the adults make small talk, Jihoon taps you lightly on the shoulder, and asks you “I heard you’re going to the school I’m transferring to, could you tell me about it?” You guys have this amazing connection which makes you both just instantly comfortable with each other. Even though he was adorably shy at first. You never felt so at ease with someone you just met. You talk about school for all of the first course, you guys joke around and laugh a lot. You tell him all about the sports because he wants to join the dance crew, the basketball and soccer team. You also talk about academics and how both of you suck at maths. You tease him about that he’s going to have so many admirers and he replies smirking “I only need one admirer, and I have a girl in mind.” Your heart sinks thinking he likes someone (you’re an idiot) but you don’t show your disappointment, you give a half hearted smile and ask who she is. He says coyly “it’s a secret” which he finishes with a wink. In his mind he was like wtf ew what are you doing and when did you become such a cheese freak but like you really do need to impress this girl she’s amazing. Your heart flutters again and you can’t only say it’s just attraction, Park Jihoon makes you feel things you’ve never felt before. Before you could say anything to tease him about his cheesiness, you accidentally drop your knife onto the floor. Your mum looks super angry, she sometimes snaps at the smallest things especially infront of special people. She scolds you quietly enough for only you and unfortunately Jihoon to hear “y/n stop being a complete embarrassment and disappointment to our family, act like the proper lady, I raised you to be.” You downcast your head in shame, you hold back a few tears and even though you don’t usually cry when your own mum says that, it hurts.
Jihoon was so pissed off that your own mother said that to you and wanted to comfort you so badly. He lightly placed his hand on yours and squeezed it softly. His heart nearly broke as he saw you glance back at up him in surprise and shock, he could see tears glistening in your eyes. He knew he liked you the moment he first saw you, the way you smiled at him, how your eyes sparkled when you talked about something you liked. How your laugh was just like music to his ears and how one smile from you could make his heart race. To see you so upset all he wanted to do was get out of here and cheer you up. Being the absolutely reckless person he was, he whispered to you “let’s get out of here, we both know, we don’t want to be here”, you being super upset thought that sounded like an amazing idea, you nodded and smiled at Jihoon. He cheekily grinned back to you and whispered “get ready to run okay? I’ll count down from 5.” You take off your heels and got ready to sprint, Jihoon counts down “5,4,3,2,1!” You feel Jihoon grabs your hand pulling you along but not too roughly, you both run as fast as your legs can carry you and you sprint out of the restaurant with your parents calling your name. Everyone in the restaurant stares at you because you two look like a runaway couple in love, Jihoon wolf whistles for a cab and you guys get in just as your parents come rushing out of the restaurant. You laugh as you drive off and you smile at Jihoon and you say sweetly “thank you I don’t think I could’ve faked smiled and eaten dinner that whole entire evening.” He replies grinning at you which makes your heart skip a beat, “let’s go to the mall and get some comfy clothes and food then I’ll show you my favourite place in this whole city.” You agree happily, but in the taxi you had butterflies in your stomach, a guy has never made you so reckless before, going against your parents wishes is something you’d never do. He made you feel alive, that you could do anything with him. But unbeknownst to you, he felt the exact same way.
The sexual tension in the car was ridiculous, with you guys “accidentally” brushing your legs and fingers against each other, or when the taxi took a sharp turn and you guys lean on each other. Every time you do both of your heartbeats get faster and so loud you think each other would hear it. You reach towards the shopping mall and Jihoon swipes his card and you protest saying that you should pay. He chuckles at you and says “I’m a gentleman and as a gentleman shouldn’t I pay on the date?” (like yeah ik its outdated whatever if someone pays for my stuff food or clothes i’m happy yo cause i’m broke af). You just shake your head lightly but smirk at him asking “so this is a date then?” He just shyly says but also smirks back “if you want it to be.” You blush because you do but he probably doesn’t feel the same, you don’t reply and you just point to a store which looks like it had good clothing. You enter the clothes shop and you both look around for a bit and Jihoon basically screams your name to come over and see what he found. He shows you a set of couple outfits, a pale pink hoodie with black sweatpants and white shoes for him and a cropped pale pink hoodie with black leggings and white shoes for you. You can’t deny it’s a pretty cute outfit even though it’s overwhelmingly pink, you don’t mind though. You smile at him and say “they look cute, I’ll try mine on but couple outfits really Jihoon?” He blushes, because he did want to look like a couple and he really didn’t want to see any guys to flirt with you, especially because of how gorgeous you are. You both try on the couple outfits and you both say you look really good, you put your fancy outfits in the store bag and walk out of the store feeling so much more comfortable. Jihoon pays because you realised you didn’t even bring any money because you didn’t think you need it. You feel super bad but he just waves you off. The cashier said you guys were such a cute couple and both of you blushed and before you could protest that you weren’t. Jihoon just says thanks and grins, grabs your hand and walks out of the store before you could say anything else. You try to let go but he looks you dead in the eye and says hesitantly “just hold my hand okay?” you quickly nod and smile at him because of course you want to hold his hand.
You quickly get some pizza and some cans of soda, and you’re still holding hands. It feels so right to you, to have his hand wrapped around yours, that little bit of skin contact makes you feel so comfortable and happy. Jihoon felt the same way even just buying clothes and getting food with you felt so special and fun he’s never laughed this much in one night. He can’t wait to show you “his place” especially since you bugged him about it the whole time wanting to know what and where it is. You guys get in another cab and in the cab you get a bit sleepy so you don’t realise but you doze off leaning on Jihoon’s shoulder still holding hands. He looks at you like he’s in love, he had no other way to describe it. You looked beautiful with you cheeks slightly puffed out and the way a few strands of your hair covered your face. He brushed them away and tucked them behind your ear. He leaned on your head and let you sleep for a bit until you arrive. He gently shakes you awake and you yawn and then you realise you fell asleep and immediately apologise. He laughs it off and sweetly says to you “you looked cute when you were sleeping but you totally drooled.” You’re mortified and embarrassingly say “actually???” he replies with a grin and a chuckle “nope you didn’t, you should’ve seen your face.” “YAH! PARK JIHOON you scared me for a second” you say trying to hide your grin and lightly slapping him on the arm. Luckily for him you guys arrive in front of park and he says to you “come on the pizza’s gonna get cold there’s a special place here which I always come to think.” He pays for the taxi quickly and he walks quite quickly right into like a huge bunch of trees. He pushes the branches away for it to be easier for you to get through. There’s a little clearing and it’s beautiful.
You gasp when you see it, it’s a gorgeous little pond with white lilies surrounding it and a huge willow tree right next to it. The moonlight is reflecting off the pond, it look so picturesque. You smile brightly at Jihoon and exclaim “it’s gorgeous!” “it really is isn’t it?” he replies back. You guys lean on the willow tree and eat pizza and drink coke, you laugh and talk about the weirdest and randomest stuff to the deepest secrets you’ve never told anyone. Suddenly your eyes meet and Jihoon says to you softly “I like you y/n, this has been the best night of my life, even though I’ve only known you for a few hours, you make me feel so happy and just alive. So will you accept my feelings?” You beam in happiness and wrap your arms around him for a tight hug and say softly “I like you too Park Jihoon, you care, you make me laugh and you make feel like the happiest girl in the world. So of course i accept your feelings.” He picks you up in delight and you squeal as he spins you around, weirdly you end up dancing just twirling and slow dancing. He even puts on some music to make it more fun. You loved it, twirling, giggling, being close and dancing with Jihoon. You guys ended up being super worn out and just ended up snuggling while looking at the stars and naming all the constellations. After an hour or two of being in each other’s arms you both realise you should get back to your parents. No matter how bad of punishments you were going to get, you guys get another taxi and he rides all the way home with you and he has his arm around you, holding your hands and whispering soothing words so you aren’t freaking about what your parents would say or do. He drops you off at your front gate and he hugs you and whispers goodnight and double checks if you have his phone number which you do. He goes towards the taxi, you can’t help but feel slightly disappointed because a bit a lot of you wanted a kiss from him. Just as you thought that he came running back and whispered “I might be shy but I can’t just not take this chance” he then proceeds to kiss you softly and gently, it was much longer than you expected. But it felt like heaven and his lips tasted like the coca cola you guys drank at the park. You break apart and you’re both softly smiling. You say quietly to him “I’ll see you at school Jihoon-ah, I’ll miss you”, you proceed to kiss him on the cheek softly. He smiles back at you and replies “I’ll miss you too y/n.” You were so happy you met Jihoon, he really did make this one of the best nights of your life. You knew you were already falling in love with this guy despite not knowing him longer than a few hours. It really was a night to always to remember.
You get to your house and you get shouted at by your parents but they eventually forgive you saying they were just worried. But you were grounded until school started, no phone and no going out. The next week went painfully slow and when the first day of school arrived you were so happy but so nervous because you can see Jihoon again. You thought what if it was only a one time thing? Does he actually even like me? But even with these thoughts you made sure to look really nice and pretty, and arriving to school exactly on time. You catch up with all of your friends and go to your first class which ended up being maths. Your teacher announces there’s a new student and you stop everything you were doing and your gaze fixated on him. Park Jihoon, when he saw you his face but couldn’t help but light up and you knew yours did as well. All the girls were whispering how good looking he was but you didn’t care because you knew when you two made eye contact that he missed you as much as you did. After he introduced himself, the teachers asked him if he’d like to say anything. He said yes that he has something to say to someone and looking directly at you he smiles and gives you his signature wink and says.
“Y/n will you be my girlfriend?”
OKAY I KNOW THIS ISN’T A COMPLETELY ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF JIHOON BUT LIKE THERES GONNE BE 1-2 MORE FICS OF HIM IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS SO…IT’LL BE FINE. But I hope you all liked it, even if it wasn’t that accurate lol, also it’s super messy and rushed at the end IMMa probs edit later so sorryyyy. BUT THANK YOU FOR READING LOVE YOU ALL!!!
Sorry it took so long anon, I wrote quite a bit. Enjoy.
Making Love ;
I think they’d all be pretty much the same for this department but we’ll make it as different as possible. First, Jin is the number one man when it comes to making love. He’d make sure you were completely comfortable and ready before he tried anything too serious. He’d lay you down on the bed first, strong arm leaning his heavy body next to your own. The lights would be low and I could totally see him lighting some candles to set the mood. He’d start by kissing you, very slowly and softly, his hand trailing down your stomach. He’d finger you open while kissing your neck, still going as slow as he could without torturing the two of you too bad. After you were opened and ready, he’d pull a condom on and slide in. He keep his lips on yours in the beginning, but after a few minutes he might pepper kisses all over whatever part of your body he can reach. He’s one to keep intimate eye contact with you and tell you how much he loves you or how beautiful you are over and over as he languidly thrusts inside of you. The entire time would consist of slow but deep thrusts, sometimes a few seconds of grinding with him releasing the most gorgeous groans you’ve every heard. Seokjin for sure wouldn’t come until you did, making you first priority so he’d do anything he had to, circle his thumb around your clit or maybe even speed up just a small bit until you were shaking and trembling underneath him.
Everyday Sex ;
Agh okay. Seokjin would still be incredibly passionate and caring when it comes to everyday sex. He’d still very much make sure you were comfortable and as ready as he was before he tried anything. He’d probably be open to more with this type of sex, like kinks and different positions. He’ll try things other than kissing as the foreplay, maybe oral, both way, you sucking him off or him eating you out, or he’d play with your nipples and leave faint hickey’s on your neck and along your collar bones. He would take less time in fingering you, not meaning he won’t completely make sure you aren’t ready because he would, he’d just do it in more of a rush than other times. His thrusts would be faster, deeper, less precise but only after you begged him for it. There’d be more screaming from you and rough grunting from him, rather than quiet noises. He’d quiet you down with his tongue, swirling around the inside of your mouth. He’d bite down on your bottom lip and make sure you come undone a whining mess.
Making Love ;
Yoongi has his emotions on lockdown, it’s very hard for him to express his feelings at times so I feel everything would come out during the moments you make love. Unlike any other time, Yoongi would handle you with complete and utter care. His hands would gently slide over every inch of your body, his lips not far behind, trailing after and caressing your skin with soft kisses. He’d put every emotion he’s kept bottled up into a passionate kiss on your lips, his eyebrows scrunched in concentration. I feel like he’d want the sheet to be over your bodies while anything was happening, maybe a low lamp on in the corner to create a dim glow in the room. He’d peel your clothes off one by one, kissing over the tops of your breasts when he unclipped your bra and leaving a line of kisses under your belly button when he slides your panties off. He’ll finger you very slowly, and curl his fingers inside to hear the gasps you’ll let out, before rolling a condom on and getting to the deed. He’d want to hold you as close as possible to himself while he gently rocked into you from the start. He’d be the type to keep his face hovered over your own, his mouth held an inch away from yours so he could hotly pant against your cheeks. He’d want you to see what you do to him, see his facial expression scrunch up in absolute pleasure. His hips would push into yours with the slowest speed, but still manage to reach deeper than ever before. He might get too caught up in his moaning and groaning to remember to get you off first and he’d shoot into the condom before he could stop it. He’ll definitely make up for it after though, whether it be pleasuring you with his mouth and fingers or over stimulating himself to finish you.
Everyday Sex ;
This is where kinky Yoongi comes in. He can have quickies with you anywhere and everywhere in your house. He’ll want you four different places in the living room, five different places in the kitchen, up against the wall, bent over his desk, pushed up against the front door and even in the shower where your screams will echo around you. His thrusts would be quick and controlled, his mouth open and throatily groaning loud into your ear. He’d suck bruises into every part of your skin he could, loving the way the bright purplish marks confirmed you as his. He’d change it up every time, pinch at your clit and have you come on his cock or pull out and finish you off with his fast tongue movements and curling fingers.
Making Love ;
Namjoon is another one who has his emotions and heart guarded to protect himself and another one to have everything he’s feeling be shown through his actions in the bedroom. He’d be nervous beforehand, thinking about every possible scenario where something could go wrong but as soon as he saw your beautiful body, nothing but love would fill his mind. He’d kiss you all over and generally take his time to really let you know how he felt about you. He’d hold you close and rub soothing circles into your back or the soft skin of your thighs while he kissed your lips over and over and whispered about how much you meant to him. He wouldn’t want the moment to end but the pleasure of being inside you would become too much and he’d have to speed up his usually slow timed thrusts. He’d moan for you to come together before he collapsed in a tired heap next to you.
Everyday Sex ;
Namjoon is a kinky pervert and toys and bondage are his thing. If and when he’s not making love to you, you can definitely expect to be tied up and tortured ( the good kind ). He’d have your hands behind your back or above your head whenever he could get them there, eyes enjoying the view of you helplessly exposed to him and squirming. A smirk would never leave his lips as his hands trailed over your body and mapped out your curves. He’d mark you all over, double checking to be sure there wasn’t an inch unbruised as a reminder of who you belonged to for anyone with prying eyes. He’d use an array of toys on you, nipple clamps, mouth gags, blindfolds, handcuffs, whips, a paddle for when you decided to be a bad girl and his personal favorite, a vibrator. He’d love watching your body shake and tremble when he held the mechanical toy over your most sensitive spot, love hearing your broken cries as he fucked you with it. Namjoon would probably make you come once or twice with just his hands and the toys before he actually got to the sex part. He prefer if you were face down in the mattress, any position he could have a view of your ass. His big hands would grip your waist to hold you still as he mercilessly pounded into you, deep grunts traveling up his throat.
Making Love ;
Hoseok has such an amazing, loving personality that you couldn’t be mad at him when he messes up in this department. He’s so cheesy and dorky and playful, he wouldn’t exactly know how to get serious for something like making love. He’d try his hardest to make things perfect and you have to give him credit for his effort. He shows his love through jokes so light teasing would be his forte. He’d skim his lips all over your skin and watch the goosebumps pop up, might suck a little on your neck and nipples, flick his tongue over them and draw circles around them with his thumbs. He’s leave little pecks all the way down your stomach, nip at your hips and the inside of your thighs and laugh when you squeak as he takes his first lick at your core. He’d continue, very slowly, to lap at your clit and use his fingers to get you open. He’d hover his face over yours as he fucks into you, again agonizingly slow because he’s a shit, and laugh at every shuddering breath you let out because of his angled thrusts perfectly grazing over your sweet spot. He’d kiss your nose and promise to love you forever in hushed whispers, sometimes his own resolve breaking so he can let out a shaky moan against your cheek.
Everyday Sex ;
Everyday sex with Hoseok would be different every time. He’d like to try new things, he’d be the most open to new kinks and toys and places where you can have sex. Like the laundry room. I don’t know why but I can see Hoseok as one of those husbands that try fucking you against the washer while your kids watched cartoons in the living room. He’s sneaky and fun. He’d try to make sex with him some of your best experiences by changing it up and not keeping anything vanilla. His favorite thing to do would be making you scream, especially when the other boys were around. He’d want them to know what he does to you behind closed doors. He’ll finger you rougher than usual, fuck you deeper than the thrust before, smack your ass and pull your hair and make sure you’re crying and shaking with pleasure so he could walk out and be smug af.
Making Love ;
Jimin is so full of adoration. He’s very admirable for his ability to easily show his love for others but I think he’d be a little more reserved with his feelings in bed. It would start out like any other, small pecks turning into longer, more passionate kisses. His hands would roam over your body and he’d be nice enough to ask if this was what you wanted to do, before leading you to his bedroom. He’d slowly undress you, his mouth on yours while his tongue explores the inside before he threw you on the bed and climbed on top. He wouldn’t advance things too fast, thinking it would be best not to rush through something so important. He’d take time to finger you open properly, distracting you with loving kisses on your lips or neck, then maybe eat you out just a little because it’s his favorite. His cock would stay deep, shallow thrusts barely pulling him out an inch before he’s grinding back in. His thickness would stretch you wide in the best way. After you spend a long intimate time together, soft tongue kisses shared between you Jimin would slide his arm underneath you and arch your chest until it’s pressed to his. He’d mouth at your neck and speed his thrusts up, pulling out all the way and slamming back in as he panted out I love you’s against your skin. You’d come undone in his arms and he’d kiss you hard on the lips to finish it off, his eyes crinkling up with his big smile when you returned his affection.
Everyday Sex ;
Jimin is the pussy eating queen, even more so than clit sucker Yoongi. He’d love so much to wear your thighs as ear muffs and your cunt as a face mask. He’s not one of those fake ass eaters who barely try, no. Jimin is the real deal. He’ll grip your thighs and spread your legs so far apart they will ache for weeks. He’d tease you at first and lick you through your panties a few times, make you whine and beg for his heavenly tongue you love so much. He’d probably rip them off but you wouldn’t care because he always bought you new ones. He’ll swipe your lips of any of your sweet juice you dripped just for him, thrust his tongue as deep as it would go and moan at the taste he just couldn’t get enough of. You’d be overwhelmingly trembling in ecstasy, your thighs flexing and hips pushing down onto him. He’d grip your hips tightly and hold you down so he could flick his tongue over your clit. He’ll finger you a little, use his thumbs to pull your lips apart and lap you up until you’re dry so he can finish you off. Actual sex would just be quick. It would depend on how he was feeling I think. If he was stressed out and tired, he’d fuck you fast but long. You’d have really sweaty, extremely loud sex that had Jimin’s hands curling into the sheets from the intense pleasure you gave him. He’d pant out breathy little whines and kiss your cheek and jaw as much as possible until you’re both finished, but if he was feeling energetic and horny he’d take his time and fuck you thoroughly, cock so deep you were shaking. I don’t think he’d finish inside you, he’d let you come and then ask you to suck him off so he could come too.
Making Love ;
I can’t even begin to explain how awkward Taehyung is. He’s so adorably clumsy and those traits wouldn’t just magically disappear while you were in bed. To be honest they might even show more but so would his love for you. A blush would never leave his cheeks as you guys worked up to making love, either by kissing or other things, his face would stay a deep shade of red. He’d be really embarrassed if he messed anything up so he’d try his best at everything, but mistakes are inevitable in anything. He’d apologize for poking his finger too far inside of you when it actually felt good, he’d apologize for pinching your nipple too hard, for biting your neck and leaving too dark of a mark that couldn’t be covered. There’d be a lot of apologizing but that would be what made it perfect. He’d go super super slow, teeth splitting his lip until it’s bleeding at the beautiful sight of you under him. He’d leave kisses all over your forehead, whispering in his deep voice his adoration for you while his hips ground up into yours. He’d caress your cheeks and gutturally moan when you both came.
Everyday Sex ;
I think without the pressure of feeling like he needs to love you and show it, everyday sex with Tae would be a whole lot messier. A lot less clumsy and embarrassed, more cocky and handsy. His hands ( Jesus have you seen them ) would squeeze at any part of you he was able to reach, your ass, your hips, your waist, your boobs or his favorite, your thighs. He’d nibble on your earlobe and mumble the dirty things he wanted to do to you or even better, what he wanted you to do to him. He’d sloppily kiss you and tongue your mouth, smack your thighs and ass and groan at the sound of your whimpers. He’d want his hand print tattooed on your red skin for hours. But after all that he’ll sit down in the love seat of your living room or lean against the headboard of your bed and let you ride him. He’d cross his arms behind his head and watch you fuck yourself onto his dick with the cockiest smirk you’ve ever seen. He may thrust up a few times if he catches you slacking, his cock head jabbing against your sweet spot and bringing you back. He’d growl when you scratched your nails down his chest and come to the sight of you completely wrecked above him.
Making Love ;
Jungkook’s a little young to be in love but anything could happen so. Jungkook is shy as shit so I see him being a little like Tae and always having a rosy blush dusting his cute cheeks throughout your session. He wouldn’t know which noises meant good and which bad and his eyes would be wide, scared that he had hurt you. The first time you can expect to be awkward but you’ll definitely know how he feels about you through the whole thing. He’ll leave small pecks on the corner of your mouth and the tip of your nose, lips brushing over your forehead. His thrust would be labored, slow and shallow, only pushing about half of his length into you. He’d roll his hips and tell you you were beautiful and he loved you. Jungkook’s breathing would be heavy and stuttering in your ear, the occasional whimper from containing the urge to fuck into you harder accidentally escaping his lips. When you come he’s fast to follow, his hands grabbing your hips and holding you down onto him as he buries himself as deep as he can so he can shoot his load. After he’s done he’ll fall next to you and cuddle you into his chest, his lips pushing a soft kiss to your temple and voice murmuring that he loves you once more.
Everyday Sex ;
Jungkook’s like so into oral. But oral for him like, you sucking him off twenty four seven oh my god he would cry if your mouth ever left his dick. He’d love watching your cheeks hollow and push out if he fucked in too deep. He’d intentionally try making you choke because it would boost his self esteem and it was hot af to him. He’d pretend to be worried and cradle your jaw, maybe kiss your nose for extra effort before going right back in and fucking your throat to choke you again. He’d groan and pull your hair and fuck your face so fucking much. Since Jungkook is so strong and muscly, I think it’d be really easy for him to slam you against a wall and fuck up into you as you held onto his shoulders. He’d hold you up with his palm flat to your stomach, his other hand holding your thighs open so he could freely thrust. This is where Jungkook would be cocky af and dirty talk you into your release. He’d, just like above, bury himself deep into you and growl against your neck as he comes.
picture this: peter and ned being all lovey and cuddling in front of mj and she's just like "ew you guys are dorks" until peter pulls her in too and she can no longer pretend she doesn't like it
“wanna know who has the best boyfriend in the world?” ned says casually, pulling peter onto him and kissing his nose.
“gosh, i dunno, who?” peter says, leaning back and scratching his chin pretending to wonder. mj scoffs half-heartedly and flips a page of her book.
“me!” ned declares, pulling peter back and kissing him. it isn’t the best kiss because peter isn’t even trying not to giggle into it.
“well,” peter begins, pulling back from ned in mock surprise. “that can’t possibly be true, because i’m pretty sure that i’m the one with the best boyfriend??”
and ned begins tickling peter’s sides until he’s giggling again, leaning against ned and burying his face into his shoulder. “how about a truce???”
“never!!” peter yells, reaching suddenly for his pillow so that he can hit ned with it. the two flop down into peter’s bed and burst out laughing, occasionally reaching over to play wrestle.
mj rolls her eyes. “you guys are so lame, i can’t believe i agreed to date you.”
“you were the one who asked us out!” peter squawks, sitting up quickly and giving himself a blood rush to the head. it makes him dizzy and he falls back into ned’s arms and hums happily.
“i don’t recall,” mj mutters, side-eying both of them coolly. she isn’t even really paying attention to her book anymore, but still pretends to read it.
ned opens his arms and peter makes a sound of annoyance at no longer being surrounded by warmth.
“stop being so grouchy and come help me tickle peter.”
“i’m an adult, i don’t tickle people for fun. maybe as a form of torture.”
peter snorts. “is that why you read books on bondage in gym class?”
“you can never know too much about bondage, parker,” mj sighs, closing her book and leaning into peter’s desk chair. “especially when one of your boyfriends literally fights crime by restraining people with a weird white mystery fluid that he sprays from his body.”
ned chokes on his spit from how hard he begins laughing, and peter glares at mj as he wraps his arms around ned and snuggles into him.
“it’s WEBBING, it’s artificial WEB fluid -”
“it looks like genetically enhanced semen -”
“OH MY GOD, MJ, IT IS NOT SEMEN I MADE IT IN A LAB -”
“is ‘a lab’ what you call ned’s dick now? kinky.”
by this point ned is just rolling around on the bed laughing, he can hardly catch his breath. peter grumbles to himself and then opens his arms for mj, and she smiles and goes and crawls into his embrace. she pecks him on the lips really fast and rests her head on his chest. she’s happy he’s become comfortable enough with her to not wear his binder when they all hang out together, he’s softer to lay on without it.
“you suck,” peter sighs into her hair affectionately. ned finally calms down and scoops them both up into his arms, and mj giggles sleepily. “you both suck.”
“he’s such a sore loser,” ned sighs.
“mhm,” she says, closing her eyes and falling asleep. she had a long day at school, she deserves a nap in her boyfriends arms.