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[frudoo]

Literally obsessed with your Slasher 141 series, its been giving me so much brainrot

I have a few ideas;

reader feels a bit self conscious about her body and the boys make it their mission to show her how beautiful she is in their eyes (could be fluff or smut)

OR

Reader decides to be a brat over text to the boys as they were out for the day, and hides from the boys once they arrive home, resulting in them hunting and chasing her down 👀👀 ( smut and a lil fluff )

This is very self-indulgent because I've been feeling bad about my own body lately. This is for my fellow fat girls <3

Warnings: Mentions of skipping meals, food in general. Self-deprecating thoughts, somewhat poor communication. Fem!Reader is fat (in all of the slasher!141 AU). Fluff!

You’ve been off lately. During mealtime with the boys, you barely eat, just poke at the food on your plate. It isn’t like you—you’re usually the one to cook and try out all kinds of new recipes to share with your lovers, or baking sweet treats to give them after a hard day—so for you to suddenly have no interest in food is concerning. Tonight is no exception. John made your favorite, beef stew and cornbread (a southern delicacy you taught him how to make), but you just mindlessly stir the stew with your spoon, eyes focused on nothing at all.

     “How was your day, dove?” Kyle tries to break you from your trance, but you only nod.

     “Helped a chicken give birth today,” Simon stares straight at you, ignoring the incredulous looks the other three men give him.

     Still, no sort of reaction from you, other than an uninterested hum. 

     “Ah went tae the doctor earlier,” Johnny says next. “Turns oot ah’m pregnant.”

     “Nice,” you deadpan, completely oblivious to the outrageous lies these dumbasses have been telling you. 

     “Enough,” Price furrows his eyebrows, dropping his spoon with a clang. “Darlin’, you haven’t eaten in two days.”

     This time, you listen. Immediately, you rush to defend yourself, eyes narrowed at the bearded man.

     “I’ve just been fe-”

    “Don’t you give me that bullshit about bein’ sick, either. I’ve seen you sick, and it was completely different than this,” he interrupts, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Speak, baby. Tell us what’s goin’ on in that pretty head o’yours.”

     “It’s nothing,” you grumble.

     Simon sighs dramatically, slapping his palms down on the dining room table to push himself up out of his chair. Before you can protest, he picks you up and sits in your seat, then settles you in his lap. You try to wriggle free, but his hold on you is unwavering. 

     “Stop strugglin’ and tell us wha’ the fuck is wrong w’you,” the blond man grunts, strong arms wrapped around your waist so you can’t move as much. 

     “I hate my body!” You blurt, and the room falls silent. “I-I don’t know what you all see in me. I just… I look gross.”

     Tears build in your eyes and spill past your waterline, streaming down your round cheeks. All four men look at each other wordlessly, unsure of what to say. Their silence breaks your heart, and you manage to wriggle out of Simon’s lap. 

     “I’m going to bed,” you mumble, wiping your eyes with your sweatshirt and moping your way upstairs.

     Your bedroom is the furthest down the hall, the longest walk. Usually this fact doesn’t bother you, but with your state of mind the way it is right now, you can’t help but feel like it’s purposeful. You slam the door shut and lock it, purposefully avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror as you flop into bed. It creaks with your weight, and you let out another sob. 

     You end up crying yourself to sleep, clammy face stuck to your pillow. When you wake up, you find that your door is still locked and try your hardest not to burst into tears all over again. Not one of the boys came to check on you last night? It makes you feel even worse—are you that much of an eyesore that they don’t dare come see if you’re okay? The thought makes your stomach churn. A knock makes itself known on your door, pulling you from your thoughts.

     “Dove? Can you let us in?” Kyle’s soft voice sounds from the hallway. “Please?”

     “We wanna talk to you, sweet girl,” Price’s voice comes next, followed by more pleas from Johnny and Simon.

     With a shaky sigh, you oblige, unlocking the door and swinging it open. When your eyes fall on them, you bite back a gasp—they all look exhausted, puffy bags beneath their bloodshot eyes, frowns tugging their lips downward. You can’t imagine you look any better, but still, your heart aches seeing them look so down.

     “Hey, bonnie,” Johnny instantly brightens up when he sees you, and you have to fight the urge to push him off when he wraps his arms around you. 

     “Hi,” you mutter, impartial to the kiss the Scotsman plants on your temple.

     They all trail into your room nervously, and it’s just then that you notice a large jar in Simon’s arms. Your eyebrows furrow as you sit on the edge of your bed, waiting for one of them to speak up first.

     “I want to start by apologizin’, sweetheart,” John begins, sitting beside you on your bed. “We were all… well, none of us were expectin’ to hear you talk about yourself like that, and we panicked. That wasn’t fair to you.”

     You shrug, eyes focused on your lap. Price reaches out to grab your hand, gently running his thumb across your knuckles. 

     “You are absolutely stunnin’. You are the farthest thing from gross, dove,” Kyle sits on your opposite side, grabbing your unoccupied hand. 

     “Ah think ah speak fer all of us when ah say tha’ we love yer body,” Johnny hums.

     “I’m fat,” you frown, and Simon scoffs.

     “Yeah? And?” He narrows his eyes at you. “We like y’like tha’. More t’grab, more t’love.”

     “I don’t understand why,” you whisper, chewing on your bottom lip anxiously. 

     “What’s not to understand?” John squeezes your hand. “You’re soft, and warm.”

     “The fuckin’ best at cuddlin’, too,” Kyle grins.

     “Great tits,” Johnny butts in, earning himself a jab to the ribcage from Simon. “Och- wha’?! It’s true!”

     “Wha’ the wanker is tryin’ t’say is tha’ you’re perfect. For us, in general—y’complete us, love. Your body is jus’ a plus,” Simon concludes, finally stepping forward to offer you the jar.

     “What’s this?” You ask, carefully pulling your hands out of Kyle and John’s. 

     “We spent all nigh’ gatherin’ up pictures of you tha’ we love,” Kyle explains, watching excitedly as you screw the lid off. 

     Inside, the jar is filled to the brim with photos and polaroid pictures—candids of you baking in the kitchen, napping on the couch, tending to the garden or the animals, even selfies you sent to Johnny when the two of you first started talking online. Mixed in with those is printouts of text messages they’ve all sent each other, fawning over you, some of which dating back to even before you met the others. Tears stream down your face yet again, but instead of being sad, you’re overwhelmed with love and joy from these men you get to call yours.

     “I-I don’t know what to say,” you sniffle, setting down the jar to wipe your eyes.

     “Don’t say anythin’, darlin’, just let us hold you,” John murmurs, pulling you onto the bed and wrapping an arm around your waist.

     Maybe being dogpiled by your four huge husbands on an already creaky bed isn’t the best idea, but hey, all that matters is that you’re happy.

[small-sinclair]

Cotton Candy Dream

Bo Sinclair x plus size fem!reader

Slasher band!au

Inspired by @living-dead-author

⚠️NSFW. 18+ ONLY! NO MINORS⚠️

Contains: sexual photos for Bo, him eating you out, dirty talk, rough/passionate sex, fingering, cock warming, it’s kinda fluffy and smutty. NOT PROOFREAD.

He came home after tour, and you were ready for him.

Bo hung his hat on his hook and saw your photo, smiling like the sun and prettier than the stars. He can’t wait to love you, to sing for you at night, and make up for last time. He brought back postcards from every place he’s been for your collection. He also brought back a sweatshirt from St. Louis; it had the state flower on it and the arches.

Bo took off his boots at the stool and looked down. Looking back at him was a face down photo. He took it in his hands and turned it. It’s a photo of you in front of of a mirror wearing a bright red, skin tight, short dress. Your hair was down and looked like it was floating. He swallowed hard as looked down at it. The more he looked at it, the more he felt breathless.

Taking steps into the house, he found another one face down. He picks it off the couch and looks at the picture—

Bo felt his heart stop.

It was you wearing thinly laced socks and pastel blue underwear with a matching tub-top. You laid out in white sheets with your hand up your shirt to give a little peek just to tease him.

He grit his teeth and took in a sharp breath. As he looked up the steps leading to the bedroom, there was a picture in a simple white frame. He came up the steps and picked it up. His pants felt too tight as his eyes gazed on your photograph. All you wore was his hat and a smile. He felt his knees buckle as he traced over your curves. Looking up the steps, he thundered up to find you only to stop again and took the photo off the wall. It was you in all your glory with your makeup beautiful and hair down.

Bo had to find you.

He had to take off his belt and pulled his shirt off as he came closer to the bedroom. The smell of sweet strawberries and honeysuckle put him in a trance as he followed your outlined footsteps.

All of it was worth the follow as he stood in the doorway. He looked at you as you sat on the bed in pastel blue lingerie and white laced socks. He saw every thing he loves about you: curves, stretch marks along your waist, little freckles on your shoulders and arms. He swallowed hard as he leaned against the doorway, mouth going dry.

You smiled at him brightly, the cotton candy dream coming to life in his very eyes. “Welcome home, Bo,” you said sweetly. “Do you like the photos I left?”

Bo pushed himself off the door and held up the pictures. “Ya knew what you were doing, huh?” He asked, a smirk growing. He sets the photos down then takes off his socks. “Sweetheart, in all my days I never thought you would do somethin’ like this.”

You nodded as you moved away on the bed for him to sit and climb up to meet you. “Just missed ya.” The weight made the bed sink as he was on top, both hands on either side of you. “You’ve been gone forever.”

He laughs to himself as he kisses your forehead then trailed down to your neck, nipping at your skin just enough to hear a whimper escape. “Gods, I missed ya, too,” he admits. “Missed your touch an’ your sweet smile.” He kisses your neck. “Every concert I thought of you. Even when I looked out into the crowd, I would see ya in the front row.” His hands held your hips and buried his face into your shoulder, kissing the stretch marks he saw.

You giggle as you combed through his hair. “I lost some weight while you were gone,” you had a proud smile on. “It’s just ten pounds, but I’m happy about it.”

He smile against your skin as his kisses trailed down to your stomach. “Yeah? So proud of you,” he kisses a long stretch mark that went from your lower stomach to your hips. “So, so sweet and soft.”

His eyes looked up at you then your lips. “Kiss me?” You asked.

“Ya never need to ask,” he hums. He lifts himself up and kisses your lips passionately. You tasted like chocolate dipped strawberries and felt like a marshmallow in his touch. “I love you,” he whispers, “I love you.” He sits up to admire you once more. “Now, ya started something, sweetheart, and I’m gonna finish it.”

Bo lifts your hand and kisses it. “I’ll take care of you… promise. I got some time to make up.” He leans down and kisses you sweetly then unbuttons his pants.

*******

Bo licked your clit and buried his face deeper into you. His hums sent chills through your body as you tried to rock your hips, but his hands held you down. His tongue swirled and sucked, falling into love of your taste. He could have the taste of you in his mouth forever. He lapped you up and ate you like a starved dog.

He sits up and kisses your lips, bruising them as his fingernails raked over your skin. His hands took your breast and kneed them as if they were rolls ready for the oven.

“Oh, darlin’, I missed ya,” he breathes, kissing the other side of your neck. “I missed ya.”

You squirmed under him and tried to find friction between you and his black boxers. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Aw, did ya really missed me like that?”

“Bo, please—“

Your back arched as he bites your shoulder, moaning into your skin. His eyes rolled back; your skin tasted like cake. He sits up and spread your legs as wide as you could go and threw them over his shoulders.

“Did you touch yourself?” He asked, shoving two fingers in you. He listened to your squeak then cry. “Play with yourself while thinkin’ of me?”

“N-no—“ your voice cracked as he shoved a third finger in. “Bo!”

“Don’t lie to me,” he warns, moving his fingers around. He felt like a puppeteer as he pulled your strings and listened to you sing. “I know ya did. I know about that little secret of yours.”

Your eyes rolled as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you slowly. You felt yourself bubbling over. “Bo, please-please…”

He kisses your thigh then bites down. His eyes rolled as you heard you moan his name. “You can’t be doin’ that,” he says. “Only I can make you feel good.” He kisses another part of your thigh. “But I’m jus’ as guilty as sin.” His eyes met yours. “I thought about you when nights were too hot. I imagined you bent over in the tour bus, you pressed against the walls while a crowd watched,” he shivers as he felt you squeeze around his fingers. “I thought about you on your knees while I’m in the bloody priest outfit.”

“Gods, Bo!” Even him describing the situation made the edge in you yarn and dig. Two of the theee things sounded doable, though, but you’ll never tell him. Never. “Please-please, fuck me.”

He pulls his fingers out, licking them. His eyes rolled back as he savored in your taste. “Girl, you’re too sweet for me.” He looks down at you and grins. He felt so love struck by you that he couldn’t help himself but get lost in your eyes. “Be a good girl and hold still.”

Bo pushes himself into you slowly, feeling his eyes roll back, and heard your cry for him drive a knife through his throat. He left you alone for ten months. Ten months too long. He’s selfish; never once did he come home to visit. He left you here so alone with the pet fish in the tank down stairs and a room filled with plants and flowers. How many nights did you call out for him? How many times did you think of him? Missed him?

He was going to make up for it. All of it.

“So-so tight, baby girl,” he breathes. “So-so sweet and soft. So warm and pretty.” He threw his head back once he was fully in. He saw stars as he felt you clinch around him like a lifeline as you tried to find your own pleasure.

He pulls out before slamming back into you. He ruthlessly thrusted into you, hitting a pot he knows you love, and rocked his hips against you. He took his time as he heard you scream his name and cry out loud. He leaned down and kissed your tears as his thrust became deeper and deeper. He knows the pain of missing someone. He knows your pain and hated that he left you alone for this long.

“Forgive me,” he grunts in your ear as he runts into you. “Forgive me for-for being gone ‘is fuckin’ long.” He bites down into your shoulder as he felt you moan, the noise vibrating through your skin and in his teeth. “‘M so cruel. So cruel. Leaving’ ya wanting an’ alone.”

His arms wrapped around you and lifted you up. A hand around your waist and one behind your head. “Look at me,” he growled, fucking you faster and faster. “Look at me in the eyes an’ tell me you forgive me. Tell me, sweetheart.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you tried to focus on him. Your arms wrap around his neck and brought your head forward to bump heads with him. Your eyes found his sweet blue eyes that you could get lost in forever and drown in. “I-I forgive you. I forgive you, Bo—!”

Your words got caught in your throat as he lowered you back down into the sheets. You clenched around him as you felt your body aching and slipping. You didn’t mean to scratch his back as you cummed on his cock. You never cummed hard like this before. You lost your breath as he thrusts through your high, chasing his own lust and need for you. His grunts turned into a growl as he came with you shortly after. It was something you never felt before from him, too. Black spots in your eyes, stars in your vision, your body turning numb under him and turning into putty under him. His thrust became sloppy and sluggish as he slowed down to a stop.

“N-no,” you whimpered, holding onto his hips as he started to pull out. “No… stay-stay like this.”

He nods as he lowered himself down, kissing your lips gently, and rested his head in your shoulder. He breathed heavily against you as he felt himself become limp. “Darlin’,” he managed to say, turning his head to meet with your warm face and soft eyes. “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

He felt you slump against him, leaning into his touch. “You here for good?”

“Yeah, for a month or so,” he confirms. “I’m here with you, sugar.”

You smiled at his words. “Good… good.” You whimpered as he pulls out, missing his warmth, and pulled you up. You rested against his chest as started to drift off. “I love you, Bo.”

“I love you more,” he kisses your head and let you drift off safely in his arms. He holds you close as he looked up at the ceiling and the glow stars you put up.

You’re his favorite symphony. His only and greatest symphony.

[crushpunky]

rafe x kook!reader - a hike between two “friends” (a cabin in the woods part 3)

inspired by "when we are together" by the 1975, enjoy <3 part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Rafe woke up to his head pounding, the sunlight peeking through the curtains causing him to groan as he slid out of bed. Once he finally emerged from his bedroom, hair a mess and sock covered feet padding down the creaky wooden stairs, he entered the empty kitchen. With no sign of life, Rafe went to start the coffee pot but was surprised to see it had already been brewed and a cup poured. He glanced out the window above the sink to see y/n sitting quietly on the porch, a mug in her hands as she stared out at the property. Rafe quickly poured himself a cup of coffee before slipping on his sandals and meeting her outside. She was swaddled in his sweatshirt yet again which caused his heart to skip a beat.

“You’re up early.” Rafe said, which caused y/n to look up at him. Her cheeks were flushed from the early morning chill as she grinned at him before patting the ground next to her. Rafe sat next to her with a groan, stretching his legs out down the steps.

“How you feeling?” Y/n said, taking a sip of coffee.

“A bit of a headache, you?” Rafe asked.

“Same. Couldn’t sleep, hence the fresh laundry.” Y/n responded, gesturing to the fresh and fluffy state of her socks, sleep pants, and Rafe’s sweatshirt. Rafe nodded, his eyes lingering on her as she looked out towards the pasture the cows roamed. He scanned over her, taking in the way her every feature looked against the early morning sky. The way her lips parted slightly, her nose pointed, her jaw curved…

“Boy?” Y/n said, breaking him out of his trance. She was looking right at him, her eyebrow raised quizzically.

“Hmm?” He asked. He hadn’t been paying an ounce of attention, too focused on watching her like a creep…

“I asked if you know why the cows lay down like that.” Y/n said, pointing out at the pasture. The cows had gathered near the fenceline, laying down on top of the grass.

“I think it’s something about the weather, yeah?” Rafe said, running a hand through his morning hair. Y/n nodded, taking in his words as she took another sip of coffee before glancing down towards the ground.

“Nice socks.” Y/n laughed, pointing out Rafe’s thick, bright red socks and sandals.

“You like ‘em? I was hoping I was making a fashion statement.” Rafe grinned, wiggling his toes, which caused y/n to laugh more. He felt himself staring again, watching the way her shoulders shook as she laughed and the way her mouth curved into a smile.

“Should I wear them on our hike?” Rafe asked.

“Oh, yeah...” Y/n said, her smile dropping as she looked away from him.

“Something wrong?” Rafe said, scooting closer to her.

“Top and Kelce already told me this morning they don’t really want to go anymore, and I’m guessing you probably don’t want to go—”

“Of course I do, why wouldn’t I?” Rafe scoffed.

“I don’t know. You were acting… different last night and I didn’t want to make things awkward.” Y/n mumbled, swirling the coffee around in her mug. The truth was she couldn’t sleep last night because her mind was plagued with thoughts of Rafe. The way he looked at her after she had said she kissed Sarah, how he was acting before he jumped in the water and after when he helped her out of the pond. She just couldn’t stop thinking about it, overanalyzing all the things she did to freak him out and make him look at her and talk to her like that. She was treating him the way he wanted her to, like a friend, so why was he acting so strange?

“What do you mean?” Rafe asked. He had thought she was acting weird last night, simultaneously acting so intimate and yet so far away the whole night. Saying it was “normal” for friends to kiss each other, asking him to help her out of the water, and wearing his sweatshirt, but at the same time talking to him and looking at him just like she did with Topper and Kelce, even inviting him to jump into the pond naked without even batting an eye. They were just friends, and he knew that was how she felt, but ever since Midsummers something just felt different…

“Look, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable and—” Y/n started but was interrupted when Topper stumbled out onto the porch.

“Shit, there’s no way I’m going hiking this morning.” Topper said with a groan, sitting on one of the patio chairs. Y/n checked her phone before standing up abruptly.

“We should get going if we want to start before it gets too hot.” Y/n said shortly, heading into the house. Rafe huffed, running a hand through his hair before he stood up.

“You guys good?” Topper asked, taking a sip of coffee.

“Yeah, yeah I think so.” Rafe said with an exhale. He hoped he was right, hoped he was just overthinking this and things hadn’t changed.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause last night you guys were both like being super…” Topper smirked.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Rafe scoffed, putting his hands on his hips.

“I see the way you look at her Rafe, Kelce and I both do.” Topper said pointedly.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Rafe waved Topper off, moving to head inside.

“Just talk to her, ok? She loves you, dude. I promise.” Topper said. Rafe looked back at him for a second, his hand still on the door. He had no idea that he and Kelce knew. He hadn’t told them, of course, and he had done a good job of keeping it under wraps… right? And “she loves you”? Yeah, of course he knew that. As much as he didn’t deserve it, she was his best friend and she loved him like a friend… right?

“See ya, Top.” Rafe muttered before heading to grab his hiking boots.

The drive to the hiking trail was yet another awkward silence, one that seemed to become more and more common over the past few weeks. The hike wasn’t much better, the only words shared between them strictly about the bumpy trail or woodland animals that would scurry through the brush. Finally, after two hours, they made it to the peak, the point looking out over the expansive forest and swirling rivers.

“We made it.” Y/n said, her hands on her hips as she took in deep breaths. A thin layer of sweat covered her forehead and arms, Rafe’s sweatshirt tied around her waist as the morning cool faded away to the hot afternoon.

“Shit.” Rafe exhaled, gazing out across the site in front of them. He had ditched his t-shirt, tucking it into the waistband of his shorts. The moment was cut short, however, as they felt rain prickle lightly against their skin before it suddenly began to pour. The two of them scrambled to the nearby covering, huddling under the protection from the small wooden structure.

“I guess the cows were right.” Rafe panted, wiping his face with his t-shirt. Y/n looked over at him, watching as his chest rose and fell with every breath he took. Somehow, despite the rain and sweaty hike here, he still looked as beautiful as ever. She looked away from him, scolding herself for staring. For being weird again…

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier.” Y/n said quickly, her words tumbling out without giving them a second thought.

“About what?” Rafe asked. He knew what she was talking about. Of course he did, it was all he was able to think about for the last few hours. How he was being weird towards her and making her uncomfortable and being a shitty friend and—

“Saying you were acting weird last night. I was drunk and being weird and over thinking things and—-” Y/n rambled.

“No, no, I’m sorry for being weird last night. I’m sorry for being weird these past few weeks, I—” Rafe cut himself with a groan rubbing his hand along his jaw. He didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry I was being weird these past few weeks. I'm just in love with my best friend and don’t know what to do”? No. “I feel sick and fucked up and the only time I feel I might get better is when we are together”? No.

“Did… did I do something to make you feel… uncomfortable?” Y/n asked softly. Was she trying too hard to hide how she felt and pushing him away? Or was she not trying hard enough and making him run away?

“What? No, no, of course not.” Rafe reassured her, grabbing onto her shoulder softly.

“Are you sure because ever since Midsummers I just feel like there’s this… awkwardness between us that wasn’t there before. And last night, when I said I kissed Sarah, you looked so hurt.” Y/n said, looking down to the ground, unable to face Rafe.

“Y/n.” Rafe said softly, moving his hand to cup her jaw as he tilted her head up to face him. Her eyes were glassy with tears, her bottom lip trembling slightly as she looked at him.

“You didn’t do anything. I just…” Rafe struggled to speak. He wanted so badly to tell her this wasn’t her fault, that his distance wasn’t because of anything she had done. That he was scared. Scared of how he was feeling. Scared of how much he realized he loved her ever since that night. But right now, seeing her crying and blaming herself, scared him even more.

“I love you, y/n. I- I’m in love with you.” Rafe said, feeling his chest tighten once the words left his mouth.

“Rafe–” 

“No, no, no, I know. I know we’re friends and I don’t want to fuck this up because, shit y/n, you are the most important thing to me and I can’t lose you. And if you feel like I’m pushing you away for something you did, that’s just not true—” Rafe continued, his other hand moving to cup y/n’s jaw in his hands. Y/n looked at him, tears streaming down his face as he continued.

“Rafe please—-”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt. I can’t let you, and if… pushing you away keeps you safe then that’s just what I have to do.” Rafe let out a deep breath. He hadn’t even realized it, but he could feel his cheeks warm with tears.

“Rafe, why didn’t you tell me?” Y/n said softly, her hands coming up to rest on Rafe’s forearms.

“Because you’re my best friend and I— I know how you are. I’m your best friend, and you’re only gonna beat yourself up because you don’t feel the same way… and I can’t let that happen.” Rafe closed his eyes, chewing on his lip in the silence that sat between them for a moment.

“How do you know I don’t?” Y/n said softly, causing Rafe to open his eyes. She looked into those blue eyes, the same ones she had looked into a million times before. The eyes of her best friend. The eyes of the boy she loved. The eyes of the boy telling her he wasn’t pushing her away because he hated her or because of something he did, but because he was in love with her.

“How could you?” Rafe whispered.

“How could I not?” Y/n said. Rafe’s lips parted, scanning over her face before y/n moved forward, crashing her lips to his. It felt so much different than it had at Midsummers. It felt strong and passionate. It felt like years and years of love crashing together in one moment.

Once they pulled away, they looked at eachother, their faces both flushed.

“I love you, Rafe Cameron.” Y/n said, causing Rafe to crack a grin. He had imagined what those words would sound like, how they would sound coming from her soft lips, but this was so much better than he ever could have imagined. He pressed his lips to hers once again.

“I love you, y/n y/ln.” Rafe whispered against her lips. He felt her smile against him and kissed her one last time before pulling away. They smiled at each other like two idiots, both of them unable to hold back their bashful giggles.

“What are we going to do, boy?” Y/n said, looking up at Rafe as he slung an arm over her shoulder.

“I don’t know.” Rafe sighed, looking back at her. It was the truth. He had no idea what they were going to do when it stopped raining or when they got back to the cabin or even when they got home, but for some reason, he didn’t seem to mind… and neither did she. How could they think about anything other than the way it felt to be like this, to be… something. What exactly that “something” was, they didn’t know, but it certainly wasn’t “friends”.

[infinite-orangepeel]

pre-relationship steddie phone sex

(aka steve has a bit of a voice kink & humps his pillow to deal with it)

it’s the first time they’ve been away from each other—for more than a few hours—in almost a month.

they aren’t dating, not officially, but they flirt and they touch more than they probably should. eddie lets steve borrow his sweatshirts for days on end and steve has a spare toothbrush, in the en-suite, for the nights eddie stays over. they aren’t dating, but their stares linger on each other’s lips whenever they pass a joint back and forth on steve’s front porch. whenever eddie tucks stray waves behind steve’s ear and steve laughs too loudly at eddie’s dumb jokes. they’re not dating, but they might as well be with the way they treat each other.

and steve hadn’t realized how much he missed the sound of eddie’s voice crooning and teasing in his ear, until eddie was two states away on a small tour with corroded coffin and suddenly, he ached to be near him. the physical pain was like laying on a bed of pins and needles. steve was restless, confused, bored, and ridiculously horny.

his fingers dial the familiar numbers to eddie’s cell before he can even begin to think to stop himself. in a trance-like state, he straddles a pillow between his thighs and starts gently rolling his hips against it. he moves slow, breaths coming shallow, as eddie picks up.

“stevie! what a nice surprise! i was just thinking about you.”

the rasp of his voice is grating and rough. reminds steve of the stubble on his chin, how it scrapes against his cheek when they hug each other close at the end of the night. the pleasurable sting it leaves behind once eddie has waved goodbye from his van and disappeared down the street.

“n-no way…same here. what a—what a coincidence,” steve’s cheeks are hot and he’s hardly aware of what he’s doing.

how fucking pervy it is to use this casual conversation with his ‘friend’ to get himself off. tip of his pretty pink cock dragging against the cotton fluff. he’s twitchy and warm all over. but he’s still so sweetly gentle with it. treats his dick like something precious, something to take his time with. too nervous to fuck his pillow in the primal way he really wants to—hard and fast and without restraint—because eddie would definitely catch on.

“gotta say, i’m flattered to hear from you. thought you’d be glad to finally get a break from me ransacking your pantry at odd hours. you miss me, already, harrington?” eddie asks in that smug way of his and steve can practically hear the two perfect dimples forming on his face.

“just wanted to make sure you made it to the hotel safely,” steve’s cock responds to eddie’s voice with pavlovian readiness. he bites his lip to hold back the moan that’s trying to rip him apart at the moment.

“safe and sound. snug as a bug. what’s up? how was your day?” eddie yawns.

steve’s hips thrust just a bit faster, wet spot of precum forming on his pillowcase. the friction feels heavenly but it’s not enough to get him there.

“worked a shift. did some laundry. y’know the usual. mainly wanted to check in, hear about tour,” he lies through his gritted teeth.

“tour’s great, but are you sure that’s all, sweetheart?” eddie condescends wickedly, “you sure there’s no other reason you picked up the phone to call me?”

“nope.”

“okay, baby. whatever you say.”

baby.

eddie’s never called steve baby before. never had a reason to.

and that has steve bouncing on his pillow, knees working so his cock slaps thickly against the bottom of his tummy. the corresponding burn in his thighs makes him wonder if he’ll be sore the next day from playing around in his fantasies. he closes his eyes, imagines eddie smirking beneath him. forgets that sound travels easily over the phone. whimpers needy little cries into the hem of his shirt which he’s sucked between teeth.

“hello? steve? stevie??”

“hmm?” he asks when he hears eddie say his name a second time.

“i said,” eddie repeats with a throaty noise and steve’s shocked that he missed this on the first go, “it sounds like you’re either jerking your dick or running a marathon, care to enlighten me on which one it is? no shame, here. boys will be boys, i suppose.”

steve halts as much as his desperate body will allow him to. hips stuttering, lithe muscles twitching from the effort, cock leaking miserably. he needs to cum, has to cum, and eddie’s voice is only spurring him on towards his end goal—fast track to hell.

“um—im not. christ, eddie. i wouldn’t—” he denies, voice pitching high.

“oh, but, stevie,” eddie coos and there’s a faint slick sound in the background, “it’s okay—really it is. i miss you, too. i miss you, a lot. in fact, i miss you so much that i told the guys i wanted my own room for this leg of the trip. catch my drift, baby?”

oh.

oh, fuck.

“I-I think so,” steve stammers, because eddie’s moaning audibly. no longer holding back. he’s grunting and groaning into the receiver like a caged animal.

and fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing steve’s ever heard?

“good boy. that’s real good, stevie. so you gonna fuck your hand for me or what? i’m sure you wanna cum just as badly as i do.”

steve’s face heats up for another reason—embarrassment. 

he doesn’t know how to tell eddie that he much prefers fucking the soft plush of his pillow to the tight grip of his own fist. that he likes the warmth, the way it makes him get all sleepy and hazy around the edges. the way it makes him properly whine.

“my pillow,” he blurts out, as he starts grinding down in circles, tongue darting between parted lips, “i-i fuck my pillow—i mean. like it better, feels good. i know it’s, uh, not normal—not how must guys do it.”

eddie gasps sharply. inhaling like he does when he takes a big hit off the end of a joint. when he want to get as high as possible. he pauses for a solid ten seconds, just breathing hotly into the phone, before speaking again.

“harrington?”

“yeah?” steve knows this is the point in which eddie’s going to tell him he’s weird and gross and doing everything all wrong—

“that’s quite literally the hottest thing you could have possibly told me. what the fuck? are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

the slick sounds are intensifying and eddie’s voice is so clearly straining. it almost comes out pained.

steve’s brain is offline. he’s getting close. his dick is tinged raspberry red at the tip, now. his tongue feels far too big for his mouth and he can’t remember how it usually feels in there.

“yes? um, i mean—no? yes and no? i don’t know what the right answer is, man. im just telling you the truth.”

his mattress is buckling obscenely underneath the weight of his knees and the growing force of his thrusts.

he’s never fucked his pillow with the thought of someone else fucking into him from behind but he’s strangely curious about the potential to be filled by eddie’s cock. about what it would be like to bury his face in the sheets and rut into that claustrophobic space with eddie’s body weight crushing him from the top.

“what are you thinking about, honey?” eddie implores.

steve’s not sure what’s gotten into him, but any ounce of self respect he previously had has gone flying out the window with his dignity.

“your cock,” he moans, because a longer sentence might actually kill him.

“interesting,” eddie says like he’s just read a cool fact off the internet, “and where is my cock, stevie? where do you wanna feel it?”

steve’s gasping for air, sputtering and spewing his words like prey.

“inside me, eddie. want it inside me.”

he bends forward so he’s on all fours, leans on his elbows, and humps the length of his shaft in short, quickened strokes. phone cradled between his ear and shoulder.

“mmm, i can feel you. so hot and tight. milking my cock for all its worth, aren’t you? clenching around me like a slut.”

“y-yes,” he whimpers, dick throbbing as his balls tighten up with impending release, “are you gonna—gonna cum in me?”

eddie lets loose a string of unintelligible curses, “depends. have you earned it, baby? have you thought about anyone else while i’ve been fucking you?”

steve outright cackles. it’s strained and absurd and borderline insane. he laughs, genuinely laughs, because he hasn’t thought of a single other person like this in his entire life. no one else could possibly compare.

“could never. only you.”

“good boy,” eddie groans and sighs heavily—steve can picture his eyes rolling back in ecstasy, “now thank me while i cum inside you and finish getting yourself off.”

steve listens, nods despite eddie not being able to see him. someone must have drugged him or this must be some sort of spiritual experience because he swears he can feel eddie spreading him open, fucking him hard, and cumming between his cheeks. maybe spurting the last of it onto his back so it settles into the arch of his spine. feeding it to him off of his fingers.

“thank you, thank you, thank you,” he babbles, as he reaches his own end and cries out blissfully.

cum spills out from his cock in hot, milky ropes and the inside of his thighs are trembling and sticky.

yep, he’s definitely going to feel this, tomorrow.

when he comes to and lifts from the haze, eddie’s waiting for him on the other end of the phone.

“eddie?”

“still here. making sure you survived,” he rasps, the flick of his lighter audible.

“do you want to—can we—maybe—do that again while you’re away?” steve’s heart is pounding.

eddie giggles to himself like a fucking schoolgirl.

“nope. no more phone calls,” he pops the ‘p’ and of course, steve’s horny brain immediately stores that sound for spank bank imaginary blowjob material, “that gave me a wicked neck cramp from trying not to drop the damn thing,” he sucks on the end of his cigarette and steve can’t wait to figure out what smoke tastes like on his lips when he gets home, “but facetime? yeah. i think we can definitely work with facetime. how’s tomorrow at 7?”

“i’ll see if i can pencil you in. gotta ask my pillow if she’s comfortable with us adding a third.”

eddie laughs for a solid thirty seconds.

“7 it is, loser.”

[slut4fictionalmen33]

Crampy Days With Rafe

Summary: your period with Rafe

Warnings: blood, language, fluff

Word count: 0.4k

After you and Rafe had come home from another rager, you snuggled into the bed falling asleep in each other's arms.

It was around 12pm when you finally woke up. A pounding headache surfacing from the drinks last night and a sharp pain in your abdomen and throughout your lower back.

You figured you were sore from some drunk sex you and Rafe had before dozing off last night. Until you felt a wet patch in your shorts. Immediately realizing you started your period.

“Fuck.” You groaned, looking over at the sleeping figure wrapped around you.

“Rafe?” You questioned. “Baby, you’ve got to get up.”

“Mmm, what time is it?” He groaned, his arms tightening around you.

“Rafe I started my period.” You stated simply. His grip loosened allowing you to sit up and pull the covers off of your lower half. “Dammit, Rafe, it's on your sheets. I’m sorry.”

He ran his fingers through his hair before rubbing the sleep and slight hangover from his eyes.

“You know where the tampons are?” He asked climbing out of bed.

“I think so.” You climbed out with him. “Do you have any extra clothes?”

“Yeah, give me a minute to change the sheets and then I will bring them to you. Go ahead and take a shower real quick. ” He said, pulling the sheets off of his bed.

“Thank you.” You said while walking to the bathroom.

When you got in there you rummaged through all of the drawers just to find no tampons or pads.

“Rafe?” You called.

“Yeah, baby?” He opened the door.

“There’s nothing here.” You sounded defeated.

“Shit.” He said. “Hang on. I have to go to the store for some things anyway. Go ahead and get in the shower and I'll be back when you’re done.” He said leaning down to give you a kiss and then shutting the door.

You stripped down to nothing and stepped into the steamy shower. Washing off with Rafes body wash that smelled like heaven.

Rafe had already gotten back and placed both the tampons and the extra clothes he promised on the counter.

You slid his boxers on and his sweatshirt over your head and exited the bathroom. Rafe was laying on his bed with new sheets and a few snacks. The tv on the Netflix home screen, your favorite tv show begging to be watched for the 400th time.

“Thank you, Rafe.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” He patted the bed. You slipped in, lying your head on his chest as his hands slipped down to massage your lower back and hips.

“I love you.” You mumbled, already in a trance from the comfort you felt.

“I love you too.”

[storytowrite]

Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)

Chapter 9

Paring: Han Jisung x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: spanking, 18+, alcohol, alcohol games, nudity, licking the whipped cream off the body, masturbating with dry hand, alcoholic intoxication

Word Count: 5958

Masterlist | Love Untold Masterlist

Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?

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Still puzzled, Minho let you into the apartment, almost tripping over shoes standing in the doorway. You were shocked by the number of shoes, you were not able to understand how many pairs of shoes one person can have.

After taking off your shoes and the jacket Minho picked up from you, you made your way to the huge living room. Everything was modern and looked well-kept. The large window overlooked the skyline of the beautifully lit city. The furniture was mainly white, with black accessories. Your eyes immediately went to the very comfortable looking couch. You threw yourself on top of it and nearly sank into the comfy cushions. The sofa was huge, it could comfortably accommodate 10 people. Opposite was a TV, or should you say home theater. You couldn't get over how one guy could afford it all.

“Y/n what are you doing here?” The boy repeated the question, standing in front of you. Only now did you take a good look at him. He was wearing baggy black shorts and a black hooded sweatshirt. Strands of his purple hair poked out from under his hood, falling over his eyes. You didn't like him, but you had to admit he looked really good. The boy even at night knew how to dress to impress with his person.

“I have stated that I will move in with you and grant your wishes, just please do not share my photos.” You finally let it out. Of course it wasn't true. You weren't going to be some maid for Minho, but you weren't going to marry a guy who wanted to rape you either.

Still confused by the whole situation, the boy stood awkwardly, watching you carefully. Of course you didn't take off the dress you were in at the party, you were too annoyed to even think about it.

You cleared your throat, trying to snap him out of his trance. “May I have a blanket, please. I'm a little tired and would like to go to bed." You started when the boy came back to earth.

"Yes, I'm going to... I'll take you to your room in a moment." He replied not fully aware of what you said to him. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts and motioned for you to follow him.

You walked through a corridor illuminated only by white LEDs that were on the floor. You passed a lot of locked rooms you wanted to explore, but sleep was more important now. There were three doors at the end of the corridor. One on the left, one on the right and the third in the middle. He opened the one in the middle and you entered the room.

Afraid to take the next step, you stopped as soon as you crossed the threshold until Minho pressed the button. You squint your eyes as bright light flooded the room. It took a while for you to get used to the light, but once you did, you saw the whole beautiful interior.

The room may not have been huge, nor had much furniture, but it looked wonderful. You'd say better than your original room. The walls were white and the accessories were dark gray. The bed was against the single wall, made of light wood, and there were two small nightstands right next to it. Opposite was a huge ceiling-high wardrobe with a built-in mirror next to it.

It's enough for you now, at most you can buy additional furniture later. Looking around, you sat on the bed. The soft mattress and delicate linens encouraged you to throw yourself on the bed like a child and cuddle up to the soft duvet.

Minho was still standing in the doorway, staring at you with slight contempt and embarrassment, though you could have sworn a shy smile crossed his lips for a moment, but it quickly disappeared.

“Here's your bed, duvet, pillow and go to sleep. I advise you to get some sleep, because tomorrow you will have a difficult day." He announced, clicking his tongue casually and closed the door.

You lay on your bed staring at the ceiling for a while, trying to control all your emotions and sort out all the thoughts in your head. You got up and started rummaging through your bag for your pajamas. However, you haven't found any. You sighed loudly and put on your first long t-shirt and panties.

You made yourself comfortable among the soft pillows lying on the bed. You covered yourself with a soft but quite heavy duvet and turned off the light. You didn't have the luxuries of having a light switch next to your bed in your home.

You closed your eyes and were slowly drifting off to sleep when you heard a loud bang. You looked at your phone, which showed almost 4, so you were surprised that Minho was leaving somewhere at this hour. But you were so comfortable in bed that you had no intention of getting out of it. You closed your eyes again and snuggled into the duvet, allowing yourself to be wrapped in warmth, falling asleep.

In the morning you were woken up by very loud music, despite the closed door, you could clearly hear every word of the text. Annoyed, you pulled the pillow over your head, trying to go back to sleep. But the music continued to play, in fact it got louder and louder.

You pushed the pillow off your head, kicked off the duvet and with visible anger on your face, you left the room. You quickly made your way to the living room where the music was coming from. You were about to resent Minho when you stopped halfway.

In front of your eyes were Minho, Changbin, Seungmin, IN, Chan and Felix. Your eyes got so big that you literally felt like they were about to pop out of your sockets. All the boys gathered around immediately looking at you. You felt hot and a blush crept onto your cheeks.

Chan carefully examined every inch of your body, biting his lip slightly. Changbin's eyes screamed lust. Felix and Seungmin, on the other hand, stopped mid-eating, holding a sandwich to their lips.

Only after a while did you realize that you were standing in front of them in only a T-shirt and lace panties. You desperately pulled your shirt down, trying to cover your panties. The tight fabric showed off your slightly upright nipples. The blush on your face turned beet red. Suddenly you heard the sound of the door opening and before you could turn around you heard a sound behind you.

“With such views, I can always wake up. Who was the girl with for the night?" The voice sounded familiar, very familiar even. You quickly turned your head and saw Han, next to whom Hyunjin stayed close. “Y/n?... What are you doing here?” Jisung asked with obvious surprise.

You tried to explain yourself, but he left you speechless. You didn't know what to say, no words came to your mind. The taller boy standing next to Han licked his lips slowly, winking at you. Suddenly it hit you like a sledgehammer that your whole ass was sticking out as you pulled your shirt down the front. Both Han and Hyunjin had the opportunity to see your half-naked buttocks. You quickly moved closer to the wall. As your skin met the cold surface of the wall, a soft moan escaped your lips.

Han lifted the corner of his mouth slightly in a swashbuckling smile. Confused, you quickly ran back to your room. You slammed the door and leaned against it. Your breathing was rapid and irregular. So many thoughts and so many emotions swirled in your head. You didn't know what to do.

Where did they all come from? I was supposed to live with Minho, what are they doing here? They know each other? They live together? Or did they just come? But why everyone? Everyone who influenced me in some way? You tried to control your thoughts. You didn't know if you should be happy that you met the boys you fell in love with again, or maybe sad and worried that everyone is in one place and it will be very hard to control yourself. After all, you don't want them to think you're some girl who just plays with guys.

Meanwhile, there was a great commotion among the boys in the living room. Everyone wondered what you were doing at their house.

“What is Y/n doing here? Not that I'm complaining that she showed up here, but what is she doing here?" Han started in surprise, approaching the rest of the boys.

Minho just smirked and took a bite of bread that was on Seungmin's plate.

“She will work for me, that's why she came to live with us.” Changbin, who was drinking his morning protein shake, choked.

"What?!" He spoke a little louder than intended.

The commotion among the boys grew stronger again, the conversations became louder and there was a huge racket.

You in the room, as soon as you manage to control your breathing a bit, you put on the first clothes you found from your bag. Only now did you realize how few clothes you had with you. You put on thin leather pants and a cream corset top. You put on a little make-up, aiming for a more natural look.

You grabbed the doorknob, but before opening the door, you took two deep breaths to calm yourself down and give yourself some reassurance. You pulled the handle down and stepped back to the 8 guys sitting in the living room.

Again, all eyes turned to you. Without saying anything, you sat down on the couch and tried hard not to look uncomfortable. Suddenly a plate with two sandwiches appeared on your lap and Minho sat down next to you.

You were surprised that Lee Minho made you breakfast. Since when he was supposedly nice to you? You lifted the plate closer to your face and were about to take a bite when you were stopped.

“What do you think you're doing? This is my breakfast. Feed me, I don't want to get tired." Minho said, opening his mouth wide and pointing at it with his finger, demanding food.

You got slightly annoyed, rolled your eyes, but decided to do what the boy asks, in the end you had no intention of going back to your home. You shoved the sandwich into his mouth, making him gag.

"Enjoy your meal." You sneered.

Anger flashed across Minho's face, but before he could do anything, he was stopped by Chan. Only then did you realize that the rest of the boys were laughing at the situation. After a while, a plate of sandwiches appeared on the table again.

“I hope you enjoy it.” It came from Jeongin's mouth, who was scratching his head awkwardly, waiting for your opinion.

You were grateful that he made you food, because you'd still feel a bit awkward if you had to go through all the cupboards. You quickly bit into a sandwich with white cheese and tomatoes.

Literally as soon as you finished eating and placed your plate on the table, you felt hands wrap around your waist from behind. You turned your head as much as you could and saw Jisung, who sat down behind you, hugging you tightly.

“Y/n, you don't even know how happy I am that you're going to live with us. It means I can cuddle up to you and talk to you every day.” He said, snuggling into the notch in your neck. His warm breath caressed your neck lightly. Your whole body tensed and you let out a soft, barely audible and very airy groan of pleasure. You quickly covered your mouth, but it wasn't enough. Han, Minho, Chan and IN, who were closest to you, smiled perfidiously.

From the complete humiliation of yourself and showing yourself from the worst possible side, you were saved by the ringing of the phone. You quickly took it, getting up from the couch like a slingshot.

"Miss, where is Miss? I searched the whole house and couldn't find Miss. Has something happened to Miss?" You heard Sebastian's worried voice on the other end of the phone. You didn't need to see him to know that he was probably very stressed right now.

“Everything is fine, I'm fine. I forgot to call you to let you know I was…” You paused, looking around the living room. All the boys were looking at you intently, waiting for what you would say. You don't want them to know about your situation with your parents, you went to lock yourself in your room. “From now on, I will live with my friends. I'm safe here, you have nothing to worry about. I'll send you the address right now so you know where I am. Just please don't tell my parents, I don't want to go back to them. You know how they treat me, right? I'm begging you, Sebastian, let me stay here." Tears of helplessness welled up in your eyes, but you didn't have the slightest intention of crying.

“Miss knows very well that Miss is the most important person to me. I won't tell Miss's parents. It's important that the Lady is safe and happy. If Miss needs anything, just one phone call and I'll be right there." His voice was much calmer than before. You too sighed with relief.

You hung up and walked back to the living room. Some of the boys have already gone to school. You took out your phone to check the directions to school from there, but you were interrupted by Chan, who suggested that you go with him, Minho and Changbin.

You agreed because what did you have to lose? You all went to the garage, which was much bigger than you expected. It would easily accommodate 2 cars and even have some space left.

A beautiful black Jeep appeared before your eyes. Changbin opened the front door for you and held out his hand to help you in. Minho put his hand up to keep you from banging your head on the car, but as soon as you sat down he immediately took his hand away. He thought you hadn't noticed and immediately made rude comments before heading to the driver's seat. Chan and Changbin sat in the back and you went to school together.

The day at school was going rather calmly, even too calmly. No messages from Minho with demands, no harassment from Victoria and her entourage. You felt like today was a good day and moving was good for you, even though it's only the first day.

Together with Daisy and Carmen, you were out for a walk in the nearby park when your conversations were interrupted by a notification. You looked at your phone and saw that you had been added to the group.

Hannie: Hello everyone. I thought it would be easier to communicate if we wanted something from everyone.

Channie: Very good idea. Y/n if you need anything, write to any of us.

Y/N: Thanks guys. I hope we get along. You wrote with a slight hesitation. You were still stressed about the whole situation, because you were attracted to all these guys, and very much so. As soon as you were around any of them you got hot, but you wanted to have a good relationship with them so that you could enjoy living together. You decided not to be a gray mouse, but to show them all you are, and not to pretend to be someone else.

Binnie: I'm sure we'll get along, don't worry about that.😏

Minnie: Hey, how about we throw a Y/n welcome party tonight? It will definitely bring us closer together and help y/n feel more comfortable with us.

Jinnie: I'll arrange some alcohol and see you tonight.

Know: Alcohol? I'm in.

Lix: Omg… What a great idea and we can play different games

Innie: I'll handle the food

Channie: Okay, a welcome party tonight then

You won't say you were slightly surprised by the idea, but you decided that maybe the guys are right and it's a good idea to get to know each other.

The rest of the day passed very quickly and before you knew it, classes were over. You wanted to call Sebastian to drive you, but you were caught by Lix, who was walking home with the boys, and you got another free ride.

Preparations for the usual event were in full swing, everyone was doing something. You also wanted to help, but you were stopped by Minho, who told you to do his homework. So instead of helping clean, cook, and organize the party, you stayed locked in your room, thinking about Minho's assignments.

You struggled to complete all the tasks, but finally you managed to finish. So you quickly went to the boys to help them prepare, but everything was already ready.

The amount of different kinds of snacks and alcohol surprised you. You literally could choose between different types of alcohol. Vodka, Soju, Wine, Beer, Rum, Whiskey, whatever you wanted. You had no idea where Hyunjin got so much alcohol, but you didn't complain.

The boys greeted you with a smile as soon as they noticed you. Hyunjin handed you a drink and winked at you. You took a sip and melted in the otherworldly taste of the drink.

Everyone grabbed their drink of choice and you all sat down in the living room. The conversations became more casual with each sip. Everyone was getting more and more relaxed, and there was no end to laughter.

You don't know if it's because of alcohol, but you felt very good among the boys, you immediately caught a common language.

The first game that Seungmin proposed was "truth or dare". Great game to get to know each other a bit at first.

You found out that Felix plays computer games in his spare time. Changbin can't sleep without his blanket, Lee Know has a scar on his stomach from the surgery he had as a child.

The information about Minho surprised you a bit, because your childhood best friend and your first "boyfriend" also had the same operation. But you said it was just a coincidence.

The party was in full swing and the alcohol never stopped flowing. Neither of you had any inhibitions anymore. You all were like open books.

From the easy tasks that arose during the game, Changbin doing squats, holding Felix in his hands like a princess, and Minho slapping Han's ass.

After the game you felt your bladder was full so you went to the bathroom. When you came back your seat was taken by Minho sprawled on the couch.

"A maid doesn't deserve a seat." He mumbled, stuffing a handful of cheese balls into his mouth.

You didn't want to argue and stood next to the couch. Suddenly you felt a fairly strong pull and before you knew it, you were sitting on Chan's lap, his hands wrapped around your waist. Gently brushing your fingers against your bare skin. You had no need to lie, it was very pleasant and you had to hold yourself back so as not to make a sound.

You were saved by Changbin, who suggested "beer pong". Everyone was delighted with the idea. You quickly set everything up and the game began.

Everyone was surprisingly good at hitting the plastic cups. And each subsequent task became more and more sexual.

You threw the ball and hit the penultimate cup.

The person with the fewest dice removes his shirt

Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin and Minho rolled the dice and it landed on Chan, who took off his shirt without hesitation.

Beautifully sculpted abs appeared before your eyes. You couldn't resist biting your lip again.

"Do you like what you see, baby girl?" He asked as he approached you. He grabbed your hand and ran it over his muscles.

You gasp for air as your fingers meet his warm skin. You felt heat hit in your lower abdomen and a knot formed there. Trying to loosen it somehow, you began to move your legs, rubbing your thighs against each other.

You were saved by the sound of a ball falling into a cup. Quickly removing your hand from Chan's stomach, you grabbed the piece of paper with the task. The card had the same task as before.

Your team rolled the dice and it's your turn. You rolled the dice and watched the rolling dice expectantly. Your heart missed one beat when the dice showed one point.

Everyone was staring at you, waiting for you to take your shirt off. The alcohol helped a bit, and after a while your top landed on the ground, revealing your bra and beautifully exposed breasts.

You didn't have to wait to hear the boys' loud reactions. Despite the distraction that was you, Felix threw the ball and it landed in the last cup.

Seungmin pulled out a piece of paper and read the assignment.

Have a team member lick the whipped cream off the person with the most skin exposed.

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to you. Seungmin grabbed the whipped cream that was on the table and walked over to you with a smile.

You closed your eyes and gave yourself completely to him. You felt cold cream on your hand. You shivered slightly as cold cream touches your skin. You felt the next line on your neck and the last on your breasts.

You widened your eyes as Seungmin finished applying the whipped cream.

"Are you scared y/n? That means we win this?" Bin started, teasing you feisty.

You just nodded your head and closed your eyes again. Hyunjin slowly walked over to you, grabbing you by the waist. Sensually but slowly, he licked the whipped cream from your hand. The touch of his lips was driving you crazy. You knew very well which of the boys was doing the job. You remembered that touch from yesterday.

Before he moved to your neck, he approached your ear, brushing it lightly with his lips. Your breathing quickened and the warmth in your lower abdomen returned again.

As he passionately dug his lips into your neck, his tongue licking the whipped cream, a loud sigh escaped your lips. You didn't see the boy, but you knew he was smiling victoriously.

It's finally time for your breasts. You opened your eyes as you felt Hyunjin pull away from you. You saw the request for permission in his eyes. You nodded, biting your lip.

The boy approached you. He placed one hand on your buttock and the other just below your breasts. He slowly and passionately ran his tongue over your breasts. Lightly sucking the whipped cream into your mouth.

You threw your head back. You didn't know that you would be so sensitive to his touch. You haven't had a boyfriend in a long time, so you wanted someone else's touch. The knot in your abdomen tightened.

Hyunjin began to place wet kisses on your breasts, moving up along your neck, ending at your lips. The kiss was passionate, almost greedy.

You were excited and the warmth against your core grew. You slowly began to lose control of yourself. You slid your fingers into his hair, gripping it tightly and pulling him closer, wanting to deepen the kiss.

"Okay... Enough for the first time." Han interrupted, pushing you away from him.

"It's not the first time." Hyunjin smiled victoriously, rubbing his thumb sensually across his bottom lip.

The surprise on the rest of the boys' faces made you laugh a little. They looked like such cute puppies.

"We met yesterday at a party. Y/n dances amazingly, and how she kisses." Hwang winked at you.

A raspberry blush appeared on your cheeks. But you couldn't get the fact out of your head that your pussy was throbbing with the desire to please yourself.

You sat back on the couch to find out more about last night's party. You already put on your top but the feeling of warmth in your core was bothering you.

You put your hands between your clenched thighs and rubbed them together, trying to relieve some of the pressure. You hoped none of the guys would notice how desperately you were trying to please yourself.

"Hey, I have a great idea, let's play 7 minutes in heaven. The two people who draw the shortest sticks go to the closet and are locked in there together for 7 minutes." Han suggested, taking a sip of beer from the bottle.

"Great idea, I'll get the sticks ready." Chan said getting up from the couch. After a while he came back with sticks in his hand.

Everyone drew their own stick, and each showed the stick to the rest. You looked at the rest of the people and knew that your stick was by far the smallest. The boys compared their sticks and the second person to go into the closet with you was Han.

You were happy because you had known him the longest and you were the least stressed around him. Being teased but also hyped by others, you went to the wardrobe located in the hall.

The wardrobe was not large and filled with many things. Clothes lay on shelves, hung on hangers, but also lay on the ground. As soon as the door closed, it was dark. You couldn't see anything, not even the boy who was literally standing in front of you.

Only when Han turned on the flashlight on the phone did you see his face, which was close to you. The flashlight's bright light revealed his full lips, and his silvery gray hair looked even more fluffy than usual.

You stood like that for a while, staring into each other's eyes. Neither of you dared break eye contact. His gray eyes drew you closer to him. As if by magic, you melted into his gaze.

“Finally alone… You don't even know how long I've been waiting for this.” He said in a flirtatious, seductive voice, breaking the silence that was pounding in your ears.

You stared at him in surprise as he connected your lips. Your eyes got big like from a cartoon. You were surprised by the boy's behavior, but it would be a lie if you said that you didn't want this for a long time.

You closed your eyes and gave in to the kiss. You felt his soft lips against yours slightly. You felt his hands slowly move to your waist, pulling you closer.

Your whole body started to warm up again, especially your private area. Han must have been turned on as well as you, because he deepened the kiss. This time it wasn't such an innocent kiss.

He immediately parted your lips slightly and slipped his tongue inside. This is where all the fun started. Jisung grabbed your buttocks, squeezing them tightly in his hands. Your tongues battled for dominance, but you quickly gave up, giving all the initiative to the boy.

The knot in your lower abdomen tightened again, and the throbbing feeling of warmth in your pussy returned. It was just a kiss, but it was enough to get you turned on and horny.

The boy's hand quickly found its way to your shoulder, slowly slipping down the strap of your top and bra at the same time. He then parted your lips, placing one timid kiss on your bare shoulder. He watched your reaction the whole time and noticed you biting your lip again, he continued kissing slowly going lower and lower.

Your neck was your sweet spot, and every kiss he placed on it drove you crazy. Which Han used cleverly, he knew well what your weaknesses are, after all, you talked about everything.

His teeth gripped the skin on your neck lightly, leaving a faint red mark. A long-hidden moan of pleasure escaped your lips. He placed his hands just below your breasts, his fingers hooking over them from time to time.

He ran his tongue all over your neck leaving a wet trail. He paid special attention to your collarbones, where he sucked a little harder, leaving hickeys. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter, and if you don't release the pressure building up in your belly right now, you're going to go crazy.

You grabbed Han's hands and placed them on your breasts. You didn't have to ask him to start caressing them. First, gently, with slow movements, as if a little timidly, to rip off your top and bra after a while.

Your breasts popped out of your bra, bouncing slightly. The cold air that enveloped your breasts made you arch your body towards the boy. Your nipples were hard and your thighs clenched tight in a desperate attempt to satisfy your lust.

Jisung immediately grabbed one of the nipples in his mouth and the other between his fingers. A loud gasp escaped your mouth. You quickly covered your mouth with your hand, after all only a thin wardrobe door separated you from the rest of the boys. You didn't have to see it to know he had a sweet grin on his face.

As you fought with yourself not to make any loud noises, the boy sucked harder on your nipple until you felt dizzy.

The whole world was spinning and you felt like you were in paradise. No one has ever given you as much pleasure as Han does now.

Unruly, moving your legs in search of relaxation, you felt that your panties are slowly starting to get wet. You grabbed him by the hair and squeezed harder against your chest. All you wanted now was to feel fulfilled.

Suddenly, the boy stopped sucking your nipple, which was met with a quiet growl of discontent from you.

"I know you want me, I can feel it. You think I haven't noticed how desperately you tried to hide your excitement and lust after playing beer pong? Do you want to feel this unearthly feeling? Help you get rid of that awful feeling of dissatisfaction?" He whispered sensually right into your ear, slowly moving his hand lower and lower.

His slightly hoarse voice sent a pleasant current down your neck. Unable to utter a single word, you nodded. His touch dangerously close to your core was driving you to despair.

Glancing at you lustfully, Han pressed your cunt harder. You gasped as you felt the warmth of his hand seeping through your pants. You involuntarily rubbed against his hand, which was firmly holding your crotch.

"You're hornier than I thought, honey." He sneered, finally moving his hand.

A loud moan escaped your lips again, which pleasantly irritated the boy's ears. You felt like some horny teenager doing something with a boy for the first time, but Han had such an effect on you that you couldn't help yourself.

You pulled him to you, connecting your lips in a desperate kiss. This time you took the initiative and kissed him passionately until you ran out of air and had to catch your breath greedily. The boy seemed to enjoy it as much as you did.

Under Jisung's touch, your legs started to shake slightly. You put your arms around his neck to make sure you didn't fall. With each subsequent movement of his hand on your throbbing crotch, your breathing quickened.

Before you knew it, Han slid his hand down your pants and began slowly circling your throbbing clitoris.

“Agh Jisung, here.” It slipped out of your mouth as he pressed harder against your already sensitive clit.

“Do you like it sweetie? Here?" He also seduces you with his voice, gently stroking your sweet spot.

Your legs buckled slightly under you and you dug your nails deeper into his hands.

“So wet already?” He teased you by slipping one finger between your folds.

The material of the panties intensified the feeling of pleasure, additionally irritating your sensitive places. The knot in your lower abdomen began to squeeze tighter and you felt yourself close.

“Oh yes here. Do not stop. I'll cu… I'll cum soon." You weren't worried about anyone hearing you anymore. The impending feeling of accomplishment took over your mind.

The boy, hearing your pleading pleas, accelerated the movements of his hand and you didn't have to wait long for you to cum. With Jisung's name on your lips, you released yourself. Your whole body trembled with pleasure and your legs became like jelly. He had to hold you to keep you from falling as he continued rubbing your pussy as he guided you through an intense orgasm.

Only when you felt that the pleasant moment was over, your legs could not stand it and you fell to the ground. Your breathing was uneven and your body was still shaking from time to time, but you were content and very pleased.

He knelt beside you, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. There was no trace of lust in his eyes. Now tenderness has replaced them. The charming smile returned to his face.

“We need to repeat it, honey. Now let's go to the rest, because we were definitely here for more than 7 minutes.” He laughed sweetly and offered you his hand so you could lean on him after an intense orgasm.

The rest of the members were sitting in the living room sipping drinks and playing cards, but once you both entered the room, all attention turned to you.

“Well, someone was actually in heaven there.” Hyunjin started, pretending to come to annoy you a bit.

“After 7 minutes we wanted to pick you up but judging by the sounds you guys were having a good time so we didn't want to disturb you.” IN said innocently.

Your cheeks immediately turned red and you, trying to hide from your embarrassment, stood behind Jisung and snuggled into his back.

"You don't have to worry Y/n. What happened between us stays between us. That's one of the guiding principles we've established together." Chan tried to cheer you up somehow, pouring himself another drink.

After that, you felt a little better and sat down with the boys. You played board games until the morning. As the sun slowly crept into the sky, you felt a little tired. You thanked the guys for a great welcoming party and went to your room.

But before you left the room, you stopped.

“I have one little question. I forgot my pajamas from home, so could one of you lend me your shirt?" You asked timidly. Your question received a loud response.

Every one of the guys volunteered to lend you his shirt, even Minho, but he gave up after a while. Hyunjin almost fell off the couch trying to take off his shirt and Felix was so surprised by the question that he tried to take off Bin's shirt just to be first.

You ended up taking the T-shirt from Chan, who was extremely calm. You put on an oversized T-shirt and couldn't help but bury your nose in the soft material. The shirt smelled amazing, just like Chan, making you feel like he was enveloping you.

You made yourself comfortable on the bed, rolled onto your side, and pulled the t-shirt over your knees. Thinking about little fun with Jisung today, you fell asleep. You knew that living with the boys would be very interesting.

<;- PART 8 | PART 10 ->

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@nobody3210

[fullsunrise]

Delicate - Chapter 3

Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Brief mentions of edibles, other than that no active warnings for this chapter!

A/N: The third chapter is here! Hope y'all enjoy!

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Late November quickly snuck up on Haechan as he noticed the cafe near campus was vividly less busy for a Wednesday afternoon, with only a few people hunched over their laptops. His final midterm exam ended earlier in the morning and knowing that Jeno and Jaemin would be wrapping up their presentations, he asked them if they wanted to grab coffee. Finding a comfy table tucked into the corner by the window, the three of them filed in with their bags and laptops.

“Oh by the way, my sister is stopping by later this afternoon. We're driving down to our parents for the weekend,” Jaemin absentmindedly mentioned to Haechan and Jeno as his half-shut eyes shifted across his laptop screen. He rested his chin on his palm while he lazily took a sip of his iced americano.

Haechan and Jeno exchanged confused expressions before shifting their attention to their friend across the table. Jaemin had only mentioned his sister twice during their entire friendship.

The first time was when she called Jaemin at two o'clock in the morning pleading that she needed someone to go to the nearest urgent care with her. It was right after finals week during the winter of their third year. Mark had invited himself over to Haechan's apartment, subtly mentioning that he was bringing over something to help them relax. Haechan didn't know what to expect, but when Mark pulled out the edibles from his bag all he could do was chuckle to himself.

As they all blankly stared at the obscure ‘90s cartoon that Mark decided to put on, the sudden sound Jaemin’s phone pulled Haechan out of his trance. He could hear a distressed muffled female voice on the other side of the line, but his stoned mind couldn't comprehend who it was.

“Seriously? You can't have your roommate take you?”

She responded back hoarsely, and Haechan could tell she was on the verge of tears or already crying.

“You're really lucky I’m not high right now,” Jaemin sighed in defeat. “I’ll meet you at my apartment in ten, yeah?”

As he hung up, a curious Jeno and Mark giggled, trying to shush each other through tears as if they could get caught at any moment.

“Who's the lady,” Jeno barely managed to get out as he locked eyes with Mark, who fell to the ground wheezing as he wiped away his tears.

Not giving in to their shenanigans, Jaemin picked up his sweatshirt from the couch and slowly got up to make his way to the door.

“For your information, it was my sister you dick heads,” Jaemin deadpanned as pulled his hoodie over his head and slid his feet into his slides. As he glanced back at his friends behind him, all he could see were statues. Not one noise or movement came from them, just empty stares as their fried brains tried to piece everything together. He decided to leave them in this state, never mentioning it again. Haechan figured Jaemin thought they were all too faded to remember. He was sure Jaemin had his reasons and Haechan never pressed him about it.

Haechan knew little about her, and he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't curious. Would she look like Jaemin but with long hair? Was she the party type? Or maybe she was more academic, with her head down in books at the library. As Haechan imagined her with an oversized sweater, pleated tennis skirt, and wire-frame glasses, he could feel his face heat up. Shit, why was he fantasizing about his friend’s sister? He secretly hoped she wasn't insanely attractive. If she was, it would only complicate things if he ever met her. In that split moment, Haechan wondered if this was why Jaemin never introduced them.

“Hello, earth to Haechan,” Jeno teased as he waved his hand in Haechan’s face.

“What's got you all flushed,” Jaemin chimed in as he peered over around his laptop, wearing a shit-eating grin.

Haechan stared at his friends as he tried to come up with an excuse, but he knew he had to divert their pestering. Without stalling for too long, he curled lips into a sleazy smile. “Wouldn't you two like to know?”

His friends rolled their eyes in disgust, letting out a tired “ugh” in unison.

“Nevermind, would much rather you keep whatever pervy shit you're gonna say to yourself,” Jeno said with a sour face.

They stayed at the cafe for a bit longer, the conversation trailing off as they became immersed in their own business. It was calm, Haechan thought as he listened to the jazzy music coming from the speakers. His americano was now empty, with the watery remnants left at the bottom of the disposable cup.

As they began the trek back to their apartment, Haechan noticed the sky started to turn a dark gray as a breeze blew through the remaining leaves on the tree-lined street. Haechan never hated the winter, but gray autumn days like this always made him feel nostalgic. He felt a sudden longing for home in his heart, but the logical part of him knew he would have to wait a bit longer before he could go back to Korea. A few drops began to hit the crown of his head, but the rain never got heavier until they were inside.

Claiming the whole couch to himself, Haechan stretched out his legs and crossed his arms behind his head. The sound of the constant heavy rain against the window almost lulled him to sleep, but the unexpected small knocks from the apartment door made him perk his head up from the couch.

“Don't even think about it,” Jaemin shouted from his room on the other end of the hallway.

As he watched Jaemin make his way into the living room, Haechan couldn't help but curiously glance at the door from his peripherals. The door creaked open to leave only a sliver, with Jaemin blocking his view. Damn, Haechan thought. It was almost comical how obvious Jaemin was acting but it was his sister after all.

“Are you going to let me in,” she sighed, pausing for a beat.

“If you promise not to judge,” Jaemin responded in a joking manner as he stepped aside. Taking in the state of their apartment, her eyes wandered around before landing on Haechan.

“Haechan, meet my sister Ji Woo,” Jaemin introduced as he walked into the kitchen. “I take it you want some coffee?”

“Sure,” she responded as she plopped onto the armchair adjacent to the couch Haechan occupied. Ji Woo gave him a tired smile of acknowledgement as she familiarized herself with her surroundings. She let out a small sneer when she saw the clear display on the wall that was filled with beer bottle caps.

“Oh, that? You have to throw the cap in the small hole at the top for it to go in,” Jeno gestured as he came out of his bedroom. “Wanna take a shot?” he said as he took the seat next to Haechan.

“I’m good, thanks,” she chuckled as she unwrapped the scarf from her neck. The pungent odor of cigarettes hit Haechan’s nose instantly, but for some reason it made him feel relaxed.

She was pretty, he admitted to himself. Although he could tell she was tired, with shimmering makeup still lingering around her eyes from the night before. Her dark brown hair was tangled from her haphazardly wrapped scarf and her lips were chapped from the cold. As Haechan unconsciously let his eyes follow her features, his musing was cut short when her attention suddenly flickered towards him. When he met her eyes, the air in his lungs instantly became thick and heavy. Her irises were a mix of warm chocolate and velvet caramel swirled with gold flecks.

“Coffee’s ready,” Jaemin interrupted Haechan’s musing as the machine beeped.

“Coming,” Ji Woo responded as snapped her head away from Haechan.

Her eyes alone left his heart pounding in his chest. It was almost unsettling how much it affected him. There was something that reached deeper beyond the surface of her hazel pools that he wanted to explore. Haechan couldn't pinpoint what was so inviting about her in that exact moment, but he only knew that he craved more.

Once Ji Woo returned from the kitchen with her hands wrapped around a steaming mug, she took her previous spot in the armchair. Jaemin followed shortly after, forcibly sticking himself in the small empty spot between Jeno and Haechan.

“Did you finish packing?” Ji Woo asked, taking a small sip of her coffee. Haechan didn't want to be obvious, but it was hard to keep his eyes off of her.

“Yup. I’m ready to go whenever you are,” Jaemin replied, his attention split between his phone.

“How long are you guys staying for?” Jeno asked.

“Uh, just until Sunday I think,” Jaemin said, his eyes locking on his sister for confirmation before he turned his attention over to Haechan. “Haechan, you know you're still welcome to come too. I know it's hard during the holidays.”

While Haechan thought it was a nice gesture, he didn't want to impose on his friend’s family. Even if he would be lonely for a few days, Haechan could bear it. Loneliness was no stranger to him after all.

Before he met Jaemin and Jeno, he felt like he was just the quiet Korean kid at orientation. His English was limited at the time and he only knew a few phrases to get by. No one approached him, and he didn't have the confidence to introduce himself.

Although when he met Jaemin freshman year, he finally felt a sense of belonging. No longer worried about what others thought of him, Haechan’s social life blossomed and he never looked back.

“Are you sure?” Haechan questioned, scratching the top of his head.

“Absolutely, man. Don't worry, my mom is gonna love you,” Jaemin grinned as he threw his arm around Haechan, pulling him against his chest. Haechan thought it was the biggest he'd ever seen his friend smile.

[buckyhoney]

Can u do the prompt “How about you ride me? I’d love to see you ride up and down my cock.” and beefy Bucky (it’s ok if u wanna do a different au)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: im giving bucky some much-needed love this weekend since i forgot his birthday

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: beefy!bucky barnes x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, unprotected sex, breast play, unedited

"how about you ride me? i'd love to see you ride up and down my cock" + bucky

It was late- much too late to be over at his apartment. Later than you promised yourself. The both of you agreed to take things slow- not rushing into anything (especially anything sexual). The only thing the two of you have done is make out on his couch or palm him through his jeans- anything more had been stopped.

The movie ran long, the delivery came late, the neighbors were loud, the traffic from the knicks game would make catching a cab horrific- you were using any excuse to justify why you were straddling his lap at one am. Bucky's hands roamed up your sweatshirt, and his lips scattered kisses around your neck and shoulder.

"I should go... It's late..." You almost made yourself laugh at how unconvincing you sounded.

The truth was, you didn't want to leave- all you wanted to do was be tangled together in bed.

"Tell me to stop, and I'll stop." Moaning, you let your head roll back, running your fingers through his hair.

"Don't you dare stop." Bucky chuckles against your jaw.

He slides the sweatshirt up your body and throws it across the living room. The cold air hardens your nipples and sends shivers down your spine. Bucky's fingers unclasp your bra. It joins your shirt on the floor while his mouth attaches to your breast.

His hands grip your hips, guiding them against his growing bulge. Bucky wants nothing more than to watch you ride him. The small incoherent noises only encourage him further.

"How about you ride me? I'd love to see you ride up and down my cock." You nod eagerly, grabbing at the hem of his shirt. He slides it off, only breaking away from your breasts for a second.

"Please- m'want to ride you Buck-" Breathless, your hips are rocking against his harshly- needing to relieve the frustration between your thighs.

Bucky slides his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free. There was no time for teasing, he positioned himself at your aching entrance. Arousal coated his cock as you sank down onto him. The relief caused your walls to contract around him. Bucky groans into your neck.

Bucky was overwhelmed with how good you felt around him, how tight you felt, and how perfect you fit together. He fantasized about this moment and prayed he'd last long enough to enjoy your slick walls.

Starting off slow, you grind on his cock- allowing your body to adjust to his size and girth. You didn't expect him to be so big. It took you a moment to regain enough strength to begin bouncing on his cock.

"That's it- there you go, baby- bounce on my cock." He breathes against your ear, pulling you into a trance.

Your body soon fell into a euphoric state, overwhelmed and numbed with pleasure.

[hitnran]

OBSESSIVE EX (gender neutral! reader)

how they deal with you having an obsessive ex

includes: ran, rindou

CW: obsessive behavior, cursing, stalking (ran), phone harassment (rindou), the haitani brothers lowkey kinda scary here (not to the reader) 💀 but i’m just trying to make it fit within their character

— RAN HAITANI

Getting into a relationship with someone like Ran, half of the charismatic brother duo that ruled Roppongi, almost means guaranteed safety wherever you go. His title itself is one that is feared when murmured. Whenever you two leave, he always has an eye and a hand on you. Ran knows well that even if he is feared, he can also be challenged and the last thing he wants is for you to get involved — you would make an easy target for his enemies.

You two were out together on a stroll around the city. Although there was nothing neither of you needed, Ran’s favorite thing is showing you off. Sometimes you start to feel similar to his younger brother, thinking that you’re just a shadow and only known as ‘Ran’s partner.’ But Ran’s intentions were opposite. He wanted everyone to know that it was him that belonged to you and it is him that people would have to deal with if you were ever tested.

As you two are walking, Ran noticed your eyes consistently checking itself to the side. He took note of that and eventually brushed it off since you stopped. But then he noticed that you were being especially keen and scanning the whole area.

“Are you okay, love?” Ran slightly hunches down, getting your attention as your face turns his way. He lightly smiles at you. “Did you see something you liked?”

You swallowed down hard. You could’ve sworn you saw a familiar face, but after trying to scan the area numerous times for the past few minutes, you thought it was just you being paranoid. The last thing you wanted was to worry Ran and cause a scene.

“I’m okay,” You shook your head, returning a light smile. You grabbed on his arm, this time a little tighter. “Let’s turn into this corner.”

Ran knows when you’re lying. He knew something made you uncomfortable, but he wasn’t going to force you to tell him. Instead, he’ll make it his own problem too and deal with it himself.

This area was his territory and everyone knew it. It was almost as if Roppongi, a city known for liveliness, calmed down ever so slightly if one or both of the brothers were out. Everyone’s gaze wound be kept low and their conversations would go mute as they walk by.

At that moment, Ran could feel a pair of eyes staring your way. He won’t make it obvious though.

“Love,” Ran called out to you. You looked up his direction and he placed a hand against your lower back. “Rindou’s gonna throw a fit if I don’t bring back food for him. How about you go into the restaurant and order first while I call him and ask what he wants?”

You felt at ease hearing that you two were finally going to be in somewhere indoors, but it made you nervous that he would be separated from you for just a little while.

“Don’t wanna bring something back he won’t like and have him complain,” Ran lightly laughed, trying to ease your clear discomfort. He placed a hand over your head. Taking out his phone to add to his act. “I’ll be quick.”

After some hesitation, you gave in. It was a public space after all, so it shouldn’t have been anything to worry too much about. He watched as you entered the place before turning around, sending chills to the person who had been following you two around this whole time.

“Would be a shame if I left them alone for too long, wouldn’t it?” Ran gave off a sinister grin, slowly walking towards the person. “Wouldn’t want anyone to take them away…especially someone like you.”

Ran knew who this person was. He was an obsessive ex of yours that just would not leave you alone and accept the separation despite it being years passed. He gulped hard, nervously stepping back, not thinking that he would get caught.

“You were so bold to even follow us in the first place, why so shy now?” Ran smirked, hiking up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. “This is the first time you’ve heard of me or something? I should introduce myself to you well and hard then.”

Almost ten minutes had passed since you’ve been waiting for Ran. You sat patiently and waited. Your best guess as to what’s taking him so long revolves around Rindou. Maybe he was complaining about how he wanted food from a different place or being picky about menu opinions. Just as you were about to raise yourself from your seat to check up on Ran, you saw him enter.

“Did I make you wait too long?” Ran appeared, seating himself in front of you. The worse case scenario you had in mind was that he got into a fight, but in front of you, he looked just as how you last saw him. “You know how Rindou is.”

Your chest became relaxed and you gave a small smile, shaking your head, “What did he want from here?”

“I didn’t even listen to what he said,” Ran teased, opening up his menu and leaning back against the chair. You felt his legs sandwich your calves from beneath the table. “He can order it himself. All my money is going to you today.”

And that was how Ran liked it. Although Ran wanted everyone to know that he belonged to you, he knew how important it was for others to know that you belonged to him too. The image of the face of your ex is burned so clearly into his brain — face all bloodied up, mauled almost, as he failed to even whisper for forgiveness.

“I think there’s only one way I’m gonna let you outta here alive,” Ran kicked his body down with force, hearing something shift in his jaw. He couldn’t give half a damn about it. “Do you know what that is?”

Your ex was visibly beaten and weak now, barely able to even blink or properly form a sentence. Though, with his adam’s apple slightly moving from fear, Ran took it as a response.

Grabbing him by his hair upward, Ran bent down, looking straight at him, “You’re gonna leave them alone and never show your goddamn face again. If it wasn’t fucked already before, it sure is now. I promise you I’ll know if you’re even barely visible or a mile away, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Ran thought it was so disgusting how someone like you could ever have your time wasted on someone low like this ex of yours. Even if Ran saw him and his brother above everyone else, he always put you above him.

“Maybe even after this, I’ll send one of my men to go and beat the shit out of you every day so you could suffer for as long as you’ve tried to bother Y/N.”

— RINDOU HAITANI

Rindou can’t even remember what it took for you two to even reach this state of your guys relationship. He convinced himself that it was Ran, his older brother who wouldn’t shut up about how he was going to take you if Rindou didn’t make a move.

It genuinely surprises himself even whenever he looks your way, observing every detail and soaking in the idea that you are someone he can call his.

You two were watching a movie, or rather, supposed to. Rindou was too focused on side-eyeing you every now and then. You caught him a few times, but he would brush it off with comments like “this movie is boring” or “I’m just checking to see if you fell asleep.”

He would snap himself out of a trance after hearing your phone ring beside you. You eyed it once, looking at the caller ID and ignoring it. It wasn’t enough to cause Rindou to worry - it’s not his problem if you just didn’t wanna answer a call, it was your guys’ time anyway.

But then it rang once more again. Your ringtone dragged itself out halfway through before Rindou slightly raised his hand from your hip, pointing to the phone on the side of the couch.

“You not gonna answer that?” He asked.

You shook your head, eyes focused on the TV, “It’s fine. It’s an unknown caller ID.”

Rindou shrugged, ignoring it once again, but after a few more calls and your phone receiving back to back text messages, it was starting to irk him. He was close to just grabbing your phone and answering the call himself, but you were quick to act before him, just shutting it off.

“It must be spam or something,” You sighed, sitting back down.

“Yeah, well whatever it is, good thing you shut that damn thing off. That shit was annoying,” Rindou sighed, curling his arms around you again. “Let’s change the movie too or something. This one is boring.”

One thing about dating Rindou is that he seems uninterested in absolutely everything he does. Although you avoid thinking like that when it comes to your relationship with him, you always remind yourself that Rindou is someone who deeply cares for you. He shows it very differently compared to others, but you know.

He can recall a memory from a few weeks ago where you kept getting calls in the middle of your guys’ date. It annoyed him, but not as much as it annoyed you. You’ve pressed the red decline button at least five times now, stressing over it and spilling out everything about your previous ex.

At the end of your rant, Rindou grabbed your phone, picking up the call and saying words as simple as “leave them alone.” It was so simple, but for the next few weeks, it was silent. You finally thought you were free of harassment thanks to your boyfriend, but recently, they’ve been coming back as unknown caller IDs and more frequent than before.

Halfway through the movie, Rindou felt your body become more loose and relaxed beneath him. Your breath became slower and more steady. You had fallen asleep. He thought it was ironic to have someone as angelic as you in the arms of someone like him - a gang member always involving himself in trouble, even just for fun.

He stared at your phone just a reach away and then back at you. The last thing Rindou wanted was for you to be uncomfortable, or really, anything that isn’t where you aren’t happy.

When you woke up, the TV was shut off and you felt a blanket drape over your body. You realized you had fallen asleep from earlier, but you were expecting to find your boyfriend with you as well. That was when the door swung open and you were greeted with Rindou.

“Rindou?” You slowly let out, still adjusting from waking up. “I didn’t know you left.”

He raised a bag up midway in the air, it’s a bag from a bakery you often bought from, “You kept murmuring about it in your sleep. Didn’t want you to wake up all grumpy.”

“I don’t wake up grumpy!” You protested, watching as he took his seat next to you and unpacking all of your favorites.

“Yeah, okay,” Rindou joked. He listened to you puffing out before wrapping yourself around his arm.

“Thank you though,” You murmured out of embarrassment - maybe he was half right.

“It’s nothing,” He replied, softening his face into a grin. “Must’ve been hungry though if it got you talking in your sleep and drooling on my arm.”

You didn’t even know about half of the things he does for you, but he didn’t mind it, because if you were happy, then that was all that mattered.

It made Rindou feel guilty to turn on your phone and look through it. It wasn’t something that he ever felt the need to do - he trusted you and it felt wrong if you weren’t aware that he was using it. Though, at this time, he felt like it was for the better.

While you were silently sleeping, he browsed through your texts. It’s that same person - your ex back again to bother you. Rindou scoffed, making sure it wasn’t loud enough to wake you up, but he was angry. He clicked his tongue whilst composing a message.

Rindou knew you would never be so stupid as to meet up with someone like this, especially not after already experiencing it once. It was a good thing that it was just Rindou posing as you though. How delighted your ex felt to have finally received a response to you - ‘Let’s meet up here.’

Rindou thought it was so pathetic. This guy had no idea what he looked like, let alone that you even had a boyfriend. So when Rindou’s immediate reaction upon seeing him was to throw a punch, he was shocked.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Your ex cried out, trying his best to dodge his attacks but failing in between his words and attempts.

“Me?!” Rindou snapped, pushing him to the ground and twisting his arms. “Speak for yourself.”

The man beneath him screamed in pain, “I-I’ll call the cops on you and have you arrested!”

“Yeah? You think they’ll give me less time if I tell them I was just trying to teach a creep a lesson?” Rindou pulled back on his arms a little harder, tendons and muscles stretching themselves out of place.

“T-The hell are you talking about?!” He stuttered out.

“Don’t bitch around. Might end yourself up in there if you keep this act of yours up - I’ve been once before,” Rindou smirked, pulling back more and more on his arms. “It was fine for me. My big bro and I even got some respect while in there, so what’s gonna happen when they hear about your name from me? You’re fresh meat to them.”

“W-Who even are you?!”

Rindou scoffed, “The same guy who warned you once to leave Y/N alone. I should’ve honestly went to find you myself personally and beat the shit out of you, but I hate wasting my time.”

Your boyfriend let the man go. If his arms weren’t all bent out of place and dislocated, he’d be crawling away by now. It was a sight that Rindou would laugh at. Upon seeing that his phone had fallen out of his pocket, the same phone used to consistently harass you, Rindou stomped down hard, breaking it into bits and pieces.

“Don’t waste my time again. Next time you do, call the cops, I promise you I won’t care if they catch me killing you,” Rindou turned his back around.

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[dreamsfreckles]

[6:57p.m.] Whatever Idiot

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Dream x reader

Fluff

Wholesome bf content 😌 - enjoy!

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You furrowed your brows in thought.

As much as you loved watching him game with his friends, you got bored sometimes. It’s not like he left you out or ignored you, but today you were craving a little extra love from your 6’3 boyfriend. “Dream,”as his buddies called him, was playing minecraft yet again, just messing around in the SMP. You came to his house an hour or two ago and talked for a bit before he hopped online with the boys. You didn’t mind, of course. Sometimes you’d play with him, while other times you’d just watch; either way it was equally as entertaining. However, today felt super long, even kind of rough. All you wanted to do once the day ended was to fall into your wonderful boyfriend’s arms... But that was kind of hard to do when he was sitting in front of his desk, clicking away on his keyboard and mouse.

You debated your options.

You could bother him to attract his attention, or you could patiently wait for him like the good girlfriend you are...

After much reluctance, you simply decided to just lay on his bed and scroll through tiktok for the time being.

As you aimlessly pass by hundreds of videos... One of them catches your attention.

There’s a video of a girl setting up her phone on a surface to point at a boy who looks to be gaming on a computer.

That looks familiar to your situation...

She then proceeds to walk over to him, sit down facing him in his lap, and then hug him closely whilst he continues playing on the device.

Your heart flutters watching the video.

That was so cute... What would Clay do if you did that to him..?

Glancing up to him from your spot on his bed, you analyze his set up. Is there room for you to fit in his lap? Is there anything that you could potentially knock over? You sit up more to get a better look. He has space in between himself and the desk that looks to be enough space to crawl into... He also looks calm, so you shouldn’t be interupting anything special...

Deciding that this was your chance, you softly stood from your spot on the bed and padded over to the side of him.

“No, Sapnap, you can’t build that here, it’s-“ Clay spoke into his mic, probably ordering Sapnap around.

With a flushed face, you move to stand more in front of him, causing him to look from his monitor, up to you.

“Babe-“

You wordlessly swing your right leg over his thighs and gently sit yourself down in his lap, facing him, and then wrapping your arms around him. Clay froze, his face heating up as he processed what you just did. You relax into his embrace and nuzzle into the side of his neck.

Finally content with your guys’s proximity, you sigh out the four words you have yet to say to him that night.

“I love you, Clay.”

With his game already paused and mic muted, Clay wraps his arms around you and rests his head on yours. He was smiling, his heart filled with warmth. He didnt realize how much he missed being this close to you.

“I love you too.”

After hugging in silence for a few minutes, Clay’s curiosity got the best of him. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” You breathe out.

“Whatcha doin’?” He asks softly.

“Huggin’ you.”

Clay chuckles, closing his eyes once again, and rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“You are being very cute right now.” He confesses, with a light smirk.

Your lips lift into a smile. “I know.”

Clay lets out a soft wheeze, running his fingers through your hair. “Was I ignoring you too much for your liking? You feeling clingy?” He asked jokingly.

You squeeze him a little tighter. “Lil’ bit.”

Clay chcukles, yet again, and crushes you harder into the hug, causing you to let out a strained squeak. “ClAy! tOo mUcH!” You mangage to yell out, successfully making Clay bubble into a fit of wheezes and giggles. Finally feeling merciful, he lets go of you and allows you to sit up and look down at him. Clay gazes at you with stars in his eyes. Every time he looks at you, a wave of excitment hits him. Being with you was always fun; even if you both were sitting in silence, scrolling through Instagram, or watching youtube together.

Clay’s mind started to wander to how you both got into this situation in the first place. You must’ve gotten a little bored while he was playing. You were usually quite content when he played. Maybe you weren’t. Were you always bored when he played? Were you getting sick of his gaming habits? Worry flashed over Clay for a moment. No... You would say something if you got bored... right? Clay didn’t think it was that deep. If there was a real problem, you probably wouldn’t be in his lap...

Right..?

“Clay?” You broke him from his trance. “Oh.” He blinked. “yeah?” You giggled at his dopey face. “You looked a little concerned for a second.” You admitted, bringing your hand up to his face to pinch his cheekbone. Suddenly, a thought washes over you. “Wait.” You panic. “Is there something on my face?” Clay almost laughed. Almost. He felt a wave mischief wash over him. “Yes, actually.” He smirks. “There’s a very tiny spider on your forehead.” Your eyes widen for a moment and it looks like you’re about to spaz out; but before you do, you realize the look on his face is most definitely cap. You immediately glare at him and smack his shoulder. “I hate you.” You scoffed, getting up from his lap. Clay giggles and tries to tug you back. “Wait, I was kidding!” He draws out, whining at your departure from his lap. You hop back into your original spot and scoff. “Yeah, whatever, go back to blowing George or something.” Clay’s jaw drops at your words. “WhaT DID YOU JUST SAY?” He starts to get up from the chair. You look up from your phone, knowing what’s about to happen. “Nope. Nope. Go back to your desk, I’m not starting this with you again.” You deny, shaking your head and directing him to sit back down. Clay stares at you in disbelief. “Wh-“ he looks back to his computer and then back to you. “What do you mean ‘starting this again’-“ he mocks in your voice. You burst out laughing, denying him from coming any closer. “I meAN-“ you say exhasporatedly. “We both know what the fuck you’re about to do and I CAN’T-“ before you could finish your sentence, you were already being thrown over his shoulder. “CLAY!” You screech. “I’M SERIOUS CLAY, I CAN’T-“ Clay shakes his head, already done with you. “Nope you got on my nerves, this is your punishment.” Clay walks out of his room, through the kitchen, and out the patio door, heading straight for his pool. “CLAY I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU-“ and with one final curse from you, Clay flings himself, with you over his shoulder, into his backyard pool.

Clay is already laughing as you rise to the surface of the water, a glare on your face. Clay is wheezing with laughter. You almost felt concerned that he wasn’t breathing. Almost. As his wheezing turns to laughing and laughing turns to giggling, he finally was to the point where he could function. You raise your eyebrows. “Done?” You ask. Clay lets out one last chcukle, walking towards your body half submerged in the water. “Not quite.” He states suggestively, walking up to you until you’re an inch apart in the middle of the pool.

Now, there’s no way you’re letting him back you up against the pool wall like some PUSSY. So you stood your ground in your sopping wet sweatshirt. If anything, YOU were the one who was going to be backing HIM up against some wall.

Clay stares at you expectingly, water driping from his wet hair. You stare right back at him, no sign of emotion. He looks back and fourth between both of your eyes, trying to make you break. However, your stare is much stronger and is quickly causing Clay to panic. You stare harder. ‘Break, break’ you chant in your head. Clays eyes squint. You follow suit.

Clay blinks.

“FUCK”

“HAHAHA IDIOT I WIN!” You rejoice.

Clay sighs, running his hands over his face. “Whatever.” He deadpans. “Lets just get out of here.” He mopes, walking to the stairs of the pool.

You giggle. “Someone’s a sore loser...” you poke, causing Clay to look back at you with a fierce look in his eyes. You laugh and swim up to him, latching yourself onto his wet t-shirt-clad back. “Stop giving me that look, you puppy. I know who you truly are.” You smile up at him innocently. Clay rolls his eyes and smiles.

“Whatever, idiot.”

Lol, hope you liked it! This was my first try writing with the dream team and I plan to write more! Let me know if you have any feedback! Also, I can take requests if anyone is interested :3 thx!

[spidernerdsblog]

Hey can I request for a REALLY dirty smut with tom involving innocence kink and exhibitionism (public sex)?

Hope you like this...

Pairing : Frat! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, mature content, language, library sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Stress relief

T : where are you?

Y : library

T : miss you<3

Y : will be studying late

T : :( :(

Y : sorry babe :/

You shake your head, smiling at the screen of your phone before focusing back on the textbook in front of you. Your exams were starting from the next week and you had been working hard since the last week staying up late at the library making notes and completely ignoring your boyfriend. The library was almost empty at this time except for a few nerds like you sitting and studying hard. 

After sometime you stood up from your desk and made your way to the bookshelves. You walked along the towering bookshelves looking for the book you needed humming a soft tune to yourself contentedly. You kinda liked it here the silence was so peaceful mixed with the musty smell of old books. These huge bookshelves stacked with books were the gates of heaven for a nerd like you, you found your solace here. You stopped at the history section and scanned the books. 

Your hand reached out to the book you were looking for when you felt a pair of hands creep around your waist. You jumped out of fright as the book fell from your hand with a soft thud. You were about to shriek but a firm hand came up to your mouth.

“Ssh ssh, darling. It’s just me” Tom hushed you. You turned around your heart still racing to find Tom.

“Jeez! What are you doing here?” You whisper yelled.

“I came looking for you” he states in a hushed tone

“Why?” 

“I was missing you so much”

“But I texted you a few minutes ago that I’ll be studying late”

“Did you?” he mused “must have it slipped my mind” He shrugged with a lopsided grin.

“I have to study for the exams Tom”

“But babe I missed you this whole week” he pouted with puppy eyes placing a hand above your head on the bookshelf slightly leaning over you. You tilted your head to the side and studied his face, his brown eyes lingering up and down your face with a glint of mischief in them as he placed another hand on the shelf by the side of your head. You were suddenly very aware of the position you were in. 

He had you pressed against the bookshelf, his body towering over you trapping you between him and the bookshelf. Tom slid a hand down the bookshelf stopping beside your hips as he placed a knee between your legs keeping them apart. You swallowed dryly as his warm breath fanned your face.

You wanted to push him off but was frozen under his piercing gaze as you observed his features under the dim light of the room, god he looked so handsome in just a simple hoodie and jeans, a loose curl falling over his forehead as you gazed deep into his hazel brown eyes. 

“Y/N” Tom whispered, breaking you out of your trance. His gaze dropped to your parted lips as he inched closer. Your breath hitched when you felt his warm breath fanning your face.

“Tom” your voice quavered as felt heat pool between your legs. Tom noticed the hesitation in your eyes as he knelt down to your ear brushing his lips 

“C’mon love, you have been studying really hard you need to relax” he mumbled against your sensitive skin as you shuddered gasping between ragged breaths. Tom knew he had you wrapped around his fingers since the day he laid eyes on you at the frat party. You were standing at a corner dressed in a sweatshirt and skirt just like today looking so sweet and innocent. He was instantly drawn towards you. He feels really happy that he was the one to take your virginity.  But the thing that awed him the most was how shy and inexperienced you were and it just filled his mind with all the filthy things he could do to you. From then on he found immense pleasure in corrupting you slowly and slowly.

Tom nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck as he inhaled the sweet scent of your body mist. You let out a soft moan when he placed open mouthed kisses on the column of your neck, sucking marks all over your skin when you felt his prominent bulge brush against the inside of your thigh. You were thankful that this side of the library is mostly deserted so nobody will know what you both are up to.

Tom snaked his hand under your sweatshirt and pulled down your bra to squeeze your breasts. Light whimpers escaped your lips as your hand went to his head threading with his soft brown curls. Your judgement was clouded by lust but a voice at the back of your mind kept on reminding you that this is wrong. You shouldn’t be doing it in the library. Anybody can walk in on you.

“Tomm..” your voice came out more like a moan as Tom continued to nibble on your skin. “Tom we can’t do this.. Not here” you squirmed though you didn’t want him to stop either.

Tom lifted his face from your neck and looked at you with lust blown eyes “Ssh babygirl” he shushes you placing a finger on your lips “you think a lot, you know. Stop stressing that little brain of yours and feel” he whispers with a husky tone. 

And that was it for you to shut the voice inside your head. Fuck resolve.

You pulled him towards you by the collar of his hoodie crashing your lips to his as you felt him smirk against your lips. He pried your mouth open with his tongue sliding inside exploring your mouth. His hand moved down to your legs and slid up your skirt to feel your clothed heat soaked with arousal.

“Shit so wet already” he said grinning and pushed aside your panties sliding in two long digits between your slick folds. Your hips bucked against his hand when he pressed a thumb on your clit rubbing slow circles as his fingers pumped in and out of you at a steady pace. You felt your orgasm slowly building up when Tom pulled out his fingers all of a sudden. You let out a whine in protest as he grinned at you wickedly bringing the two fingers coated with your arousal to his mouth and sucked them clean.

“So sweet” he hums as you grind your crotch against his erection “look at you acting like a needy slut now when a while ago you were the one stopping me” he chuckles

“Tom please…” you whine biting your lips which turns him on even more.

“What is it princess? What do you want?” he croons.

“Need you, your cock inside me please” it came as a desperate plea from you.

“How can I say no to my princess? Turn around babe” he instructed as you turned around and gripped on the bookshelf arching your back and perched your ass for him. He flipped your skirt and pulled down your lace panties at one go.

He then went to unbutton his jeans and pulled down his boxers enough to free his throbbing member. He grabs his cock and gives himself a few pumps before rubbing it through your wet folds lining himself to your entrance. He pushes inside slowly as you bite down a moan. A long groan escaped from his own lips feeling your tight walls around him. 

“Shit so tight!” he grunts, sheathing himself inside you completely. He waited for a few seconds to let you adjust and then he pulled back slamming right back in again. He picked up his pace pounding into you deep as you tried your best to suppress your moans. His hands gripping on your hips pulling you back to match with his thrusts stretching you out deliciously. Your legs were trembling with the force he was drilling himself inside you. If he wasn’t holding you tight, your legs would have given out by now.

With one particular thrust Tom pushed himself deeper hitting your sweet spot as a loud moan threatened to fall out from your mouth but before it could happen he pulled you back by your neck, your back pressed against his chest as he captured your lips messily muffling your noises.

“You gotta maintain silence, love it's a library” he chuckles against your mouth “Don’t want to get caught do you?” you shook your head in a frantic no as he rams inside you with an unfaltering pace.

“God you got even more wet, does the thought of getting caught by someone turn you on baby?” he taunts as you feel your face turn red in embarrassment “Imagine if somebody walks in right now, imagine the look on their face as they see me fuck this needy cunt of yours” he whispers in your ears as you clench around him at the thought.

“Oh squeezing me real tight, knew you were a pathetic whore behind this innocent face” he grunts, his calloused fingers finding your throbbing bud and rubbing harsh circles as your head falls back in pleasure feeling yourself tethering to the edge.

”but their bad luck no one gets to see what’s mine” he growls “this pussy belongs to me” he grits under his teeth thrusting inside you hitting your spot repeatedly as you feel the coil inside you tighten.

“Tom..please..” you whimpered eyes fluttering shut.

“What is it baby? You wanna cum?” he cooes

“Yes Tom please let me cum” you plead breathlessly.

“Go on darling, cum for me” he urges as your body convulses your orgasm washed over you in little waves. Your walls spasmed around him making him reach his own high as he spilled his warmth inside. You were totally drained out as Tom dropped his head at the crook of your neck panting, your legs felt like jelly as you held on the bookshelf for support. 

Suddenly you heard a screech, of someone pushing their chair back followed by footsteps approaching in your direction. Tom slid out of you and pulled back his jeans hastily. You fixed your top and skirt and looked for your panties on the floor frantically.

“You, looking for these?” Tom asks with a smug grin, your eyes darting to his hand waving your panties mid air.

“Tom give them back!” you went to snatch it from him but he moved his hand away.

“Ah ah not so easily” he chuckles.

“Tom I can’t go around like this” you argued already feeling his cum leaking out of you down your thighs.

“You know where’s my room right? Come and get it if you want them back” he shrugged nonchalantly as you looked at him stunned.

“Study hard!” mischief in his voice as he sent a wink your way while tucking your panties in his back pocket and left.

................................................................................

[wordsandupstead]

Chapter 1 - “Someone I used to know” 

In this chapter ... Jay and Hailey answer a call to a group home. A fiery redheaded teenager catches Jay’s attention and stirs up memories from his past.  

Masterlist 

It had been an unusually slow week for Intelligence since wrapping a big case over the weekend. Mostly, they were busying themselves with paperwork and waiting for the next case. Jay and Hailey had managed to sneak away from the monotony of the bullpen for an hour under the cover of meeting with a CI who had promised info on a dealer. The meeting turned out to be a bust with no usable information, and both Jay and Hailey were feeling a bit disappointed by the lack of useful intel. 

“How about we take the next call thats nearby?” Hailey suggests as Jay drives back toward the district. 

“What, your actual day job isn’t interesting enough, you want to be patrol now?” He teases.

Hailey just smiles and shrugs. “Just want to mix it up.” 

Before Jay gets a chance to respond, the radio crackles and a male voice comes through, “We got a 10-16 at 1471 Ember Street, any available patrol, please respond.” 

Jay sneaks a glance at Hailey as she raises her eyebrows at him in silent questioning. 

“That’s the group home, isn’t it? Probably some kids fighting.” Jay states, turning his attention back to the road. 

“Yeah, but it’s right around the corner. We’re close.” Hailey responds. Jay’s shrug and subtle nod are all the confirmation Hailey needs. She brings the radio near her mouth, “5021 Henry, hold us down on the domestic.” 

-

The woman who opens the door gives Jay and Hailey an apologetic look, “Sorry for the call. The neighbors want the group home out of the neighborhood so they’re calling over every little thing. A couple of the girls just got into a screaming match.” She explains. 

“It’s no problem, ma’am,” Hailey reassures the woman, “I’m Detective Upton and this is my partner Detective Halstead. We just need to check that everything is okay here.”

“Okay, yeah, I understand. I’m Allison, I’m the worker in charge today.” 

“Nice to meet you Allison, would you mind if we come inside, just to make sure everything is alright?”

“Sure,” The woman steps back, allowing the two detectives to enter the home. Silence settles over the living area at the presence of the cops. 

“Is everything okay in here?” Jay asks, looking around to survey the faces of teenaged girls as well as the living area they are scattered around. 

There’s a chorus of mumbled “Yeah’s,” and a lack of interest showing this isn’t the first time cops have entered their home on a complaint call. 

Jay starts to inquire more about what happened before their arrival when the front door slams shut causing both Jay and Hailey to turn toward the sound. 

Allison immediately addresses the girl who just walked in, “You were supposed to come straight here after school.” 

“Call my social worker.” The girl responds barely throwing a glance over her shoulder as she seems to be heading for the stairs. She stops abruptly, her blue eyes narrowing on the badge hanging around Jay’s neck. 

Jay’s breath catches at the unexpected familiarity of this girl. Her wavy, nearly curly reddish-brown hair frames her thin, pale face. Her sweatshirt appears to be too big for her, and her backpack looks like it might fall apart at any second, but it’s her blue eyes that catch Jay’s attention most. 

“Why are the cops here?” She questions, nearly managing to shake Jay out of his trance, but not quite. 

“None of your business,” Another girl pipes up from behind Jay. 

“I wasn’t asking you.” She shoots back, now glaring at the girl. 

“If you came back when you were supposed to, maybe you would know.” The same girl fires back. 

“Kelli, that’s enough.” Allison cuts in, and Jay turns to her, to see that she’s looking at the girl behind him, not the girl who walked in. 

“What’s your name?” Jay asks on impulse, turning and directing the question toward girl in the doorway before he can stop himself.

He can feel Hailey’s questioning gaze on him, but ignores it, making eye contact with the girl instead. 

“Why do you care?” Her tone holds suspicion. 

Allison cuts in, answering for her, “That’s Emma, she just moved here last month.”

Jay lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He can’t tell if he’s feeling relieved or disappointed that her name is Emma. Jay attempts to push these thoughts out of his mind as Emma rests a hand on her hip and says, “Am I in trouble?” 

Hailey speaks up now, intentionally redirecting everyone to the reason they’re in the home, “We were called about a domestic disturbance.” Hailey continues, trying to understand what went down, mostly so that they can write the report later and establish things have been resolved here. 

A few questions in, the girl, Emma goes upstairs without saying a word to anyone. She wasn’t home when the argument happened, so she has nothing to add, and no one stops her from leaving.

Jay barely hears anything that is being said and finds his eyes continually drifting toward the stairs. He lets Hailey take the lead on the questions, his mind spinning. After a while, he cuts in, not even sure if it is an appropriate time and certainly aware it is not an appropriate question, but he asks it anyway. “Do you mind if I go upstairs to talk to Emma?”

Slight confusion washes over Allison’s face, but she just nods, not wanting to appear uncooperative with the police no doubt. 

He realizes it’s weird. Every logical thought in his mind is telling him this, but he can’t just walk out of here without at least talking to her. “Thanks,” He says, heading for the stairs, leaving a room full of teenagers, a woman who keeps track of them, and his confused partner behind him.

The stairs leads him into a hallway. He has no idea which room is Emma’s and no idea where she is. He walks down the hallway, noticing each door has several names on it, so he wanders until he finds Emma’s name next to two others. He knocks once only to be met with silent, so he knocks again. “I said call my social worker. If you don’t want me here, have her find me another placement!” A voice calls out from the other side of the door. 

“Uh, it’s Jay. The detective.” His hesitance clear even in the way he announces himself. 

The door opens and he’s caught by her blue eyes again, “Detective? You’re investigating?” She squints slightly, almost like she’s studying him. 

Now that Jay is here, face to face with this girl, the resemblance only feels stronger. “No, we were just in the area and responded to the call.”

“So what do you want from me?” She questions, eyes narrowing in distrust. 

“You want Allison to call your social worker? Why?” The question, the only relevant question he can think to ask tumbles out of his mouth. 

“She wants me gone from here. They all do. So she has to call my social worker to tell her I’m not following the rules and I need another placement.” She explains willingly even though she looks wary of this “detective” standing outside her door. “Why do you want to know.” 

“Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He responds, and realizes the statement is true. He digs his wallet out of his back pocket, pulling out his business card. “This is my card, call me if you need help.” She takes the card and takes a step back, further into the room, creating more space between them with her hand still on the door like she’s ready to close it at any moment. 

He hesitates, realizing how creepy that probably seemed to her. “I mean it, if you need help, like police help.” He clarifies, hoping she understands he just wants to help. Giving out his card isn’t something he does under these circumstances almost ever, it’s more Voight’s thing to try and save people, but Jay couldn’t stop himself. 

“Yeah, okay, thanks.” She says quickly shutting the door in his face. 

He takes a deep breath, trying to shake off some of the shock, reminding himself that Emma isn’t her. Emma couldn’t possibly be her anyway, right? His thoughts are getting jumbled and confused and doubts are creeping in. He’s thinking back years into the past, thinking about things he barely thinks about anymore. 

Jay catches himself and realizes he’s getting lost in his thoughts. Refocusing, he reminds himself helping Emma won��t change the past. It won’t make up for lost time and it won’t rewrite history. But it doesn’t mean he won’t try. 

He takes another moment to compose himself before descending the steps.

Hailey is basically finished downstairs, having done all of it herself.  As Allison walks them to the door, Jay speaks up, doing the only thing he can think of that could possibly help Emma. “Do you think Emma would be able to get another placement? She seems to really want one.”

“Emma?” The woman just shakes her head, “That girl can’t seem to stay put anywhere. She’ll be gone in another two weeks.” 

Jay knows that’s what he’s asked for and what Emma said she wants, but he doesn’t feel any better with that answer. Hailey thanks Allison, and shuffles Jay out the door, unsure of why her partner is acting so strange.

-

The doors to the truck slam as Jay and Hailey both settle inside. Jay forces himself to calm down, to stop thinking so much, but those thoughts are interrupted by Hailey. “Why did you go upstairs? Did you notice something with that girl?”

“What?” Jay questions needing Hailey to repeat herself. 

“The girl who went upstairs, Emma, was there something weird going on that I missed?”

Jay shakes his head, “No, nothing.” Hailey is still staring pointedly at him, studying him. “She just reminds me of someone I used to know.” He adds, immediately turning on the engine and focusing his eyes on the road in front of him. This isn’t a conversation he wants to have with his partner right now. 

Despite wanting to push him more and having at least six more questions on the tip of her tongue, Hailey takes the hint. Jay’s gripping the steering wheel so tightly she can see the tension in his muscles all the way up his arms. He refuses to tear his eyes from the road, and she recognizes the way his jaw is set as though he’s biting down. 

Hailey knows Jay has a lot on his mind, but that he won’t say anything until he’s ready and pushing him won’t help him open up. Hailey swallows back any questions and silence settles over the truck. A silence neither of them breaks the entire ride back to the district. 

-

“Jay, Jay!” Adam’s voice snaps Jay back to reality. He looks up at Adam, who’s staring at him expectantly. 

“What?” Jay asks, not having heard a single word of whatever conversation was happening before this moment. 

“I asked if you’re coming to Molly’s tonight?” Adam repeats his question. 

“No, I think I’ll pass.” 

“Alright man, we’ll all be there if you change your mind.” Adam responds, having noticed that Jay’s seemed distracted since returning from the CI meet and little detour he and Hailey had at the group home, but choosing not to mention it. 

Jay feels Hailey’s stare on him from her spot at her desk directly across from him, but he intentionally doesn’t look up. 

He barely manages to make it through the next hour it takes before the clock finally hits five pm and he’s able to officially clock out. 

As soon as he’s alone in his truck, he searches through his phone for a contact he hasn’t used in a while. The phone rings a few times but eventually goes to voicemail. There’s only one person who could possibly understand what he’s feeling right now, and they aren’t answering his call. He involuntarily lets out a sigh of frustration before tossing his phone onto the passenger seat and driving straight home. 

-

A knock on his door pulls his attention from the hockey game he wasn’t truly watching. His first instinct is to ignore it, but the knock sounds again, this time louder.

When he finally starts walking toward the door, he hears the voice of his partner, “I know you’re home Jay, open up.” 

“What are you doing here?” He questions upon opening the door. He takes in Hailey’s appearance. 

She’s no longer wearing her work clothes, instead she’s dressed in comfy clothes and holding a bottle of tequila as though that answers his question. It doesn’t, but she walks right past him without even being invited in. “I know you have glasses.” She states, heading straight for his kitchen and beginning to open cabinets at random. 

“What are you doing?” He asks again, not helping her find the glasses. 

“Our thing.” She responds as though it’s that simple. He knows what their thing is, but they haven’t even been working on a case, nothing has gone sideways. In fact, it’s probably been the calmest and least stressful week of the entire year so far. 

“But we don’t even have a case, nothings gone wrong.” 

Hailey eventually finds the cabinet holding the glasses and grabs two before turning around, placing them down on his kitchen counter. She gives Jay a pointed look  as if to say, I’m not that stupid. “Look, I can’t force you to talk about whatever happened at the group home today or what it brought up for you, but I know it wasn’t nothing. Here’s some tequila, we’ll drink it. Maybe you’ll tell me what’s going on. Maybe you won’t, but either way I’m not just gonna leave you here alone.”

Jay remains silent, but Hailey doesn’t seem fazed by his lack of response. She starts pouring the tequila and then pushes a glass toward him, meeting his eyes briefly. If he’s going to tell anyone on the team, it’s going to be Hailey, but will she look at him differently? They’ve been growing closer lately, things between them have been shifting in ways he can’t deny anymore, and he doesn’t want that to stop. 

Jay stares down at the light gold liquid in front of him. He’s not sure how to say what needs to be said. At the same time, he’s not sure if he can carry this secret any longer. He’s not sure if he wants to. 

-

Chapter 2

Thank you for reading! I wanted to leave a lot of room for speculation in this first chapter, so feel free to send in your thoughts and guesses for what might be happening next. 

[tiredfoxtf]

Collison Theory (for the fic name)

TW: description of injuries, blood, train crush;

Character(s): Stagedduo/Drunz: Dream and Punz;

Modern setting;

Collision theory states that when reactant particles collide with each other in the right direction, only a certain number of collisions will create noticeable changes.

We can say that all the people in our lives have given it considerable attention. This is nothing more than wishful thinking.

In truth, life in this respect is little different from a chemical reaction. Only a few "collisions" in our lives actually show a tangible result. Who are these people? Passers-by, passengers of the same train, acquaintances, friends, family? People you have never met directly, can they have this impact on your life?

It could be anyone. And the most exciting thing is that you never know about it before it happens. Who will be the person who will change your life.

The light from the dim lamps of the subway car flickered, now taking away into the void, then returning back to chaos. No, it's not light. This is Dream's consciousness itself. He closed and opened his eyes, and everything changed, as if in time-lapse photography. Even though he knew that the train was no longer moving, the world was shaking like an earthquake. Damn, it's a concussion, if Clay survives, Nick will kill him. 

The last thing the man remembers before losing consciousness is the abrupt stop of the train and a sudden blow from the side. He had already woken up among the rubble, screaming, panic, crying and blood. A lot of blood. Is it his blood? No, not everything. Shit. He has to get up and help, which is what he still attends medical school for, after all. But when he tries to get up, he hisses in pain as the world spins, skinned palms grounded him. He must help himself first.

He tore the shirt he was wearing and did his best to wrap his palms. It turned out sloppy, but it is what it is, thanks for that. Clay examined his body for other injuries, starting with his head. Apparently today was his lucky day, as there were no other open wounds and not a single bone was broken. However, he still hit his head hard. He was afraid that he would lose his balance in a second if he stood up. 

But that can wait. Dream heard a man who looked a little older than him groan in the shards of glass and concrete to his right. With a metal bar in his right shoulder. He was only a couple of meters from Dream himself, so it was not difficult for him to crawl to the victim.

“Hey, are you conscious? I need an answer,” Clay spoke, examining the stranger's body for other external wounds. The answer was one open blue eye and another groan. “Can you speak?”

“Yes,” the answer came out quiet, mixed with heavy breathing. Clay went into a sort of trance, as even such a quiet response caused his ears to ring for a second. The man's blond hair was stained with blood and stuck together. Dream found the strength to ignore his head ringing with pain.

“I'm a doctor,” Dream omitted the fact that he was just a student, it didn't matter, he could provide first aid, “You have an open wound in your shoulder, you lose a lot of blood. I'll lift you up, try not to move.”

The other man nodded and Clay made an attempt to lift his torso. Damn, he's pretty heavy. The wounded bit his lower lip and narrowed his eyes, but did not make the slightest movement, as requested. The second time Dream managed to get him off the metal bar, great, one less problem.

“I need you to stay conscious,”  Dream took off the no longer white sweatshirt from the man and tore off another piece (longer than the previous ones) from his shirt, ”What is your name, what day is it today”

“Luke. Today is Tuesday, September 8th, 2020, ouch” male- Luke writhed in pain again as Clay proceeded to bandage his shoulder.

“Sorry,” Clay slightly loosened his grip on his shoulder, “I'm Clay. Does it hurt anywhere else?”

“I would say “nice to meet you”, but this meeting can hardly be called pleasant,” the wounded man chuckled, “The right leg is definitely broken, and I hit my head hard”.

“Yes, it’s definitely not pleasant enough,” Dream grinned in response and finished the bandage, tightening the knot as tight as possible. 

Luke was right, his right shin was swollen and reddened, when asked to move it, it emits a characteristic “crunch” and, according to Luke himself, “Hurts like fucking hell”. Clay put a makeshift splint on his leg, tearing up the remains of his shirt. Luke showed no signs of a concussion, which was already good. But they couldn't go anywhere on their own. Not with Clay's concussion and Luke's broken leg.

Instead, Dream picked up his bag and Luke's backpack and returned to position next to the wounded man. 911 have already been called and are currently clearing the rubble that blocked access to the train, they found out thanks to Luke's working phone. While waiting, they talked.

It turned out that they have a lot in common, in addition to the blond shade of hair. They talked about video games, about Minecraft, to be more precise, about how their Internet names are forever attached to them, about school and university, about sports and personal life. 

Dream told Punz about his roommate, Sapnap, about their mutual Internet friend George, who lives in London, about his cat, Patches. In return, Luke talked about Foolish and his little obsession with sharks, about the teenager Purpled, who is like a little brother to Punz, and about his dog, Teddy, whom he left in Massachusetts with his parents. 

Dream was amazed at how easy their conversation was. He had many friends, at school, university, on the Internet, but something like this, when you barely know each other, but as if you had known each other for many years, happened only a few times in his life.

And every time it changed his life.

Such successful changes are called successful collisions.

[xoluvx]

keep you warm; t.holland

Pairing: frat!boy tom x fem!reader Warning: smut Word Count: 1.9K

“Those were the rules,” Haz shrugged as you looked at the ping pong ball in the red solo cup. You were down to five cups. At this rate, the odds were against you; you would surely lose this match.

Tom watched as your eyes narrowed. “She doesn’t have to, mate.” He slightly tapped his friend’s chest trying to get him to move on. The gesture was sweet, but you weren’t going to bend the rules. You certainly didn’t need rescuing from Tom.

“It’s okay. He’s right, those were the rules.” You pulled the sweatshirt over your head. The oversized hoodie was shielding your body from crisp air. The only thing you were wearing under was your lacy bralette. It covered enough to leave the rest to the imagination. You were never really a fan of wearing shirts under your sweaters.

Haz chuckled, not paying attention to what was under the sweatshirt. He just wanted you to toss it to him. You did so with a playful eye roll.

Tom’s eyes were fixed on you. His eyes tracing the curves of your breasts up to your collarbones. Clearing his throat, feeling Haz bump his side, he grabbed the ping pong ball. His turn to go.

He missed.

Smirking, you tossed the ball at one of their cups. It landed in a cup at the center. Clapping triumphantly, you high-fived your partner before giving Haz and Tom a knowing look.

“Who’s going to strip?” You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, tilting your head waiting for them to decide. Haz grunted, defeated, taking off his belt. “Lame, but I’ll accept it.” You exclaimed. Your gaze shifted to Tom who was avoiding your eyes. You’d wanted his shirt to come off, but that was only more reason to win.

You were down to three cups. The boys were done to four. Tilting your head, you assessed where you were going to throw the ball. You’d be lucky to get any of the four. Taking the plunge, you tossed the ball with enough force that it landed in the cup furthest to the back. The ball swirled quickly into the cup before hitting the layer of beer at the bottom.

“Yes!” You cheered hugging your partner watching Tom carefully. Your eyes were playful, dancing with his as he blushed shaking his head.

“Your turn, mate.” Haz tapped Tom’s shoulder. With a shy smirk, Tom took of his t-shirt. His muscles compressed as he lowered his arms. Those big muscular arms, you could stare at them all day; you could trace every indentation of his body.

•

“Hey,” you heard a voice approaching you from behind. Turning your head, you saw Tom. He was still shirtless with a beer in his hand. His jeans were hanging low, you could see the band of his boxers. “Can I join you?” he asked motioning to your side.

Snapping out of your trance, you nodded tapping the spot next to you. Your legs were dangling over the edge of the pool. Your cup half empty, its contents now streaming through your blood system.

“Good game back there,” he stated taking a swig of his beer. He was looking at the water softly ripple in the pool. The fluorescent lights made it glow. He watched the way the smaller waves formed as you swung your legs back and forth in the pool. 

“I may have lost my sweatshirt, but I least I won the game.” You chuckled lifting your cup towards Tom who was now looking at you. He clanked his beer with your cup and the two of you took a sip before falling into a fit of laughter.

“This is a good look,” he complimented teasingly moving his hand to motion towards your current outfit: bralette and shorts.

“What can I say? I’m a fashion icon,” you played along standing up moving your arms out and twirling before turning back to face him. He looked up at you watching the water drip from your legs into a puddle at your feet.

Your shorts were short enough for him to see the indentation of your ass as you turned and he blushed when his eyes landed on your breasts; your nipples were hard through the lace.

Soon after you twirled you felt Tom’s hand wrap around your calf. His fingers softly caressing your skin as he looked up at you. Watching him, you couldn’t help, but giggle. His own lips curled into a smile as he stood leaving the beer on the concrete. His hand dragged up your leg, until they were resting on the tender part below your ass. His nose brushed against yours.

He had a weird power over you. No matter where you were, he always managed to make you lose your common sense. He made you forget about where you were, who you were with, and more importantly, that you’d been messing around for months and still hadn’t admitted how you felt. If he even felt anything.

Suddenly, your body started shaking. Feeling cold as the wind dropped in temperature and the alcohol was replaced with nerves. Your arms were shaky around his shoulders, lips brushing against his.

“I’m cold,” you whispered following with a shaky laugh.

“I’ll keep you warm,” Tom whispered in the voice that told you it was game over. You were going back up to his room and you knew what was going to happen. And you wanted it so bad.

His hands slowly made their way up to your ass, gently squeezing pulling you closer as you moaned against his lips; lips that soon connected with yours in a needy kiss. It didn’t matter that you were standing in his backyard and anyone could walk out at any second. You were trapped in his embrace and you savored the taste of his mouth on yours. One hand reached for the back of your neck as he pushed himself closer to you.

“Your room,” you hummed against his lips wrapping your arms tighter around him. The feeling of his bare skin on yours was driving you crazy. Tom groaned still kissing your lips. His body moving, pushing you away from the ruckus of the party.

“Better idea,” he smirked pulling away briefly looking towards the shed in the far corner of the backyard.

“You are not going to fuck me in a shed, Holland.” You warned pulling away as he tried going in for a kiss again. Cupping his chin, you forced him to focus on you. Your eyes serious. “It’s not happening.” You raised a brow as he rolled his eyes.

“I was going to show you another time, but just come with me.” He almost whispered like he was letting you in on a secret. Grabbing your hand, he lead you to the shed. Twisting the doorknob, he opened the pitch dark shed. You couldn’t see a thing until he flipped a switch. The small space lit up and you gasped a little. This wasn’t just any shed.

“What is this?” you smiled looking around. There was a futon and a couple of string lights, where the hell did Tom get string lights?

"Just something I’ve been working on. For when we want a little more privacy,” he added shrugging. He lived in a frat house, privacy was minimal. But more than anything, he’d done this with you in mind. He was giving you a part of him. In this.

You were going to fuck the shit out of him for this.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him as he pushed the door shut pressing your back against the door. Your hands buried themselves in his hair as you felt his hot skin sticking to yours. Your leg wrapped around his waist as he held it in one hand, fingers digging into your skin.

The want, the need was overpowering your senses and your mind had completed blurred in the heat of the moment. You wanted him, all of him, on that futon.

Your lips were sloppy against his, tongues mingling as he started moving your bodies towards the small futon. You were straddling him when he settled on the couch. Your lips tracing a path along his jaw until you were kissing his neck.

Brushing your tongue along his warm skin, you heard Tom groan. A shiver rippling through his body as his hands cupped your ass moving you against his body. His own hips thrusting upwards wanting to feel more.

One of his hands wrapped around the back of your neck pulling your face back to his, your lips colliding in a heated kiss.

You fumbled with his jeans trying to remove the pesky denim as he tugged on your shorts. The two of you blinded by lust and maybe a little more. Your shorts were off in no time and you soon ripped your lacey bralette off as Tom brought you back down to him.

Straddling him once again, he unwrapped the condom he’d pulled from his jeans as you held your weight waiting for his signal. When he gave you a small squeeze, you nodded kissing his lips once again. He held an arm around your waist as you slid on to his cock.

You were tingling inside. Your pussy wrapped around his cock gloriously and you had to dig your fingers into his shoulders to adjust yourself to the feeling. No matter how many times you had sex with Tom, it always felt like the first.

You felt Tom’s lips on your cheek as you dropped your head down near his neck. His hips were gently moving as you adjusted to his length.

But the tender moment was cut short when you started moving your hips. You swayed back and forth, your hands cupping his face as you kissed him with need. The kiss ignited the flame in your body again and with a little more force, you started bouncing.

One arm was wrapped around your body as one hand cupped your ass. He assisted you with each bounce as his breathing grew heavier. Your breathing matched his as your hips started swaying again. His cock was buried deep inside you; each time you swayed you felt yourself growing hotter and more tingly. 

Until you snapped.

Your body was convulsing, your lips parted against his uttering the faintest of moans and whimpers which was Tom savoring on his lips.

His hand slightly tapped your ass as he pushed his hips up joining your high soon after. Your head fell into the nook of his neck. You could hear his heart thumping as his cock twitched inside you.

You stayed in that position for a while. Relishing in the warmth of his body. The heat that was radiating from his heat still pressed on yours was comforting.

Tom shifted a little and you raised your head to look at him. His eyelids were heavy with bliss. His lips curving into a smile as a faint chuckle escaped his body. He brought his hand up to your forehead wiping the beads of sweat that had formed.

“Are you warm now?” he asked cheekily.

You felt yourself blush internally. Maybe it was just the warmth he was putting off or the fact that you were really falling for this guy. 

“Toasty,” you whispered pushing that thought aside.

Your lips connected tenderly as the soft lighting of the string lights witnessed the moment.

idea by @moonflowcrr