#I’M BITING THE PILLOW SWIRLING MY HAIR BITING MY FOOT NAILS

[letssofia3006]

You know what’s even better than waking up with a certain someone absolutely annihilating your notifications with likes? When they escalate to a full-blown reblog spree.

[silksaddle]

lullaby

rating: 18+ only!

pairing: frankie morales x afab/fem!reader

summary: two love birds fucking to sleep.

word count: 2.2k+

content: fingering, brief intercrural sex, piv sex, biting, praise, choking (if you really, really squint)

a/n: ahhh. ignoring all the day’s responsibilities to write frankie smut. you know how it is.

It’s that usual slump of the rainy afternoon, your brain fogging over at the same rate that your eyelids grow heavy, blurry bursts of attention dwindling down to a steady and constant disinterest. Caffeine would do little to help, you think, clicking the pen in your hand— the only thing that keeps you alert. Incessant, slow snaps of noise against your thumb.

Resting your chin in your palm, you look over the same string of words that have flown through your vision three times, always forgotten once your sight leaves them. A break would help, should help, but you can’t pull yourself up from the chair. Instead, your arms become a pillow underneath your head, crossed and slightly uncomfortable for your neck as you scoot the chair outwards and lean against the desk.

Half-conscious, you hear the door crack open, then listen to the way it squeaks further as Frankie carefully pokes his head in. You hum in acknowledgement of his presence, but it’s the most you can manage, turning your head to rest the other cheek over your forearms, pushing the work back in the process.

His chuckle follows, warm and cheery sounds filling your ears until his large hand rests firm on your shoulder, fingertips applying light pressure in a too-gentle attempt at pulling you upright.

“Baby...” he whispers, lowering his head until his lips are just shy of your ear, “that doesn’t look very comfortable.” There’s a concerned tone lurking underneath the sweet edge of his voice as he begins to rub his fingers into both shoulders, working into the knots and tension. “Time for a nap?”

He presses a little harder into the spaces beside your neck and you raise your head with a sigh, leaning into his calming touch. 

“Looks like it,” he continues, bending to leave a soft kiss on your neck. “Come on, sweetheart. Up.” He places his hands under your arms and lifts, raising you a fraction of the way until you hold yourself up for him, standing on your feet and then lazily falling into the support of his strong arms.

“Hi,” you smile into his chest, all woodsy and warm with the essence of campfire.

“Been working real hard, huh?” he smiles back, gingerly leading you to bed, minding the steps you take.

At the foot of the bed, he sits you down and kneels at your feet, deft fingers working at the button of your jeans. His tongue pokes out in his focus, sliding across his upper lip.

“What’re you doing, baby?” you question, brushing a curl off his forehead with a single finger.

“Tell me if I’m wrong, but jeans aren’t comfortable to sleep in,” he laughs, his head chasing that subtle touch of yours. His fingers hook at the waistband and tug, you lifting your hips for him to aid in the process. The denim bunches at your feet and he pulls off each pant leg, dropping a kiss to each knee.

You thank him as he stands once more, planting his palms on either side of you as he leans in for a long, simple kiss to your lips. “You know I’m always available if you need to be undressed,” he says into your mouth and you giggle back into his. He urges you to lay down after ridding himself of his own pants, pulling you up with him on the mattress.

He’s a warm, solid comfort behind you as he tucks his smooth legs into the backs of yours, a heavy arm draping over your waist and bringing you ever closer to himself. His nose tickles the back of your neck as he uses it to move your hair, getting it out of the way for his lips to leave kisses there.

“Frankie,” you laugh, light and airy, squirming in his gentle grip while his kisses gain firmness and you feel the unmistakable yet lightning quick swipe of his tongue. His movements slow, an arm sneaking under your shirt and a thumb seeking out your nipple. He brushes over it languidly, hooking his chin over your shoulder to watch you and hear the way your breathing quickens. 

“Frankie...” This time, you sigh his name instead of laughing it out and you can feel him rapidly hardening against you, his hips beginning an unhurried roll.

“What kind of man would I be...” his breaths are shallow in your ear and he punctuates his words with a rough grind, “if I didn’t fuck my girl to sleep?”

“Oh, God, baby...” Breathless, you match and mirror each roll of his hips, listening to the low groans falling out of him. He brings his thumb up to your mouth and waits for you to take it in and wet it; you swirl your tongue before he withdraws it and brings it back to your nipple, massaging its wetness into the sensitive skin. 

“Is this okay?” He moans the question, reaching his hand down the front of your underwear and whimpering when he feels how slick you are for him, how physical your neediness has become.

“Fuck, always, Frankie, keep going,” you splutter, earning a pleased chuckle, his fingers spreading your wetness and circling your clit softly. Your head falls back into his shoulder and your body rocks with each thrust of his, sheets rustling beneath the both of you.

“Shit, you’re wet, baby.” His voice teeters on the edge of trembling as he slides two thick fingers in to stretch you out, fucking you with them in time with his grinding. Your own hand is quick to grasp at his wrist, nails digging, your moans filling the room in high and breathy, desperate and desirous noise. He curls the fingers inside you, pressing them tight to that spot he knows you can barely handle and keeps them there, rubbing it, massaging it. 

“Fuck, I need to fuck you, have to... have to have you,” he grunts, rubbing a few more circles before slipping his hand away, leaving you whining at the loss. “Shhh, baby,” he soothes, reaching down and tugging your underwear off. You kick them from your feet and attempt to turn and help him out of his but are powerless against the strength of him pinning you on your side. “No, I want you like this,” he tells you— warns you, sliding an arm under your neck and bending it to hold you still, squeezing you between his bicep and forearm. 

Taking his cock out, you feel it hard on your skin with the slight dampness of precum dripping. For a moment, he slides it between your thighs, your arousal allowing it to slip easy and thoroughly through your folds. At another whine of his name, he notches it at your entrance and before stretching you on it, he hooks a hand under your knee and raises your leg.

He gives you the first few inches and pauses to let you adjust, though his restrain is steadily running out. Once he’s sure you’re okay, he lunges forward to the hilt and his grip tightens on your neck, your leg, and the sound that leaves him is wrecked; a serrated and low hiss causing you to wet his cock even more.

“Jesus, fuck— you feel perfect like this,” Frankie babbles, lips catching on your ear lobe. You tilt your head to leave a free space for him and he takes it, open mouthed nips pulling at your skin, but not lasting— he turns to simple mouthing at your neck when he pulls out and pushes back in, the ability to place proper kisses diminishing, replaced by his pleasure.

He’s so thick, even more so at this angle, filling you to the point you feel complete with him nestled into you like this. The scruff of his cheek scratches on your neck, your hand reaching back to keep him there, fingers threading through what used to be a neat head of hair, now a mess of curls.

“M— more, please,” you beg, wishing you could turn your head enough to kiss him. Frankie notices the strain of your need, leaning his face as close to yours as he can, capturing your lips in a messy, sloppy kiss; it’s a desperate joining of mouths. His thrusts grow more urgent when he feels your slick dripping out onto the rest of him, sharing his breath with you; his groans to your lighter sighs.

“Yeah baby? You want some more?”

Lifting your leg even higher, deepening the crease in your hip, he fucks into you faster, harder, hitting something profound inside you and he tells you how fucking good you feel, how pretty you are, how gorgeous you sound. 

Mewling, you tug roughly on his hair, jolting with every push. His teeth scrape your shoulder, trailing until he bites down on it with a loud grunt, grinding his cock deep instead of fucking you in and out, keeping it inside you with each small but hefty shove.

He surrounds you; his flannel-covered chest and soft belly flush to your back, his wet, desperate mouthing, his cock filling you up so well. He lets your leg free, dropping that hand to your clit, running the tip of his middle finger over its slippery surface.

“That’s right, baby, just let me fuck you,” he coos, nuzzling his cheek on your shoulder, “just let me take— fuck— take care of you.”

“Frankie, you feel so good, baby, I can’t—”

“S’okay, I’ve got you.”

Another moan breaking from your throat forces him to start moving again, hard enough to make those sharp slapping noises of his pelvis against your ass, though not as loud as his harsh breaths in your ear, his strained praise. He picks up the pace of his fingers, swiping petal soft patterns on your clit, your sensitivity allowing that gentleness to be wholly pleasurable.

“I’ve needed you like this for so fucking long,” Frankie confesses, a deep furrow in his brow, his teeth catching his bottom lip. “Thought about fucking you from behind, making you cum on my cock, hearing you moan just for me...” 

“Francisco!” You cry, his fingers working you up almost too fast, and paired with the sensation of his intense pushes, there isn’t much time left to brace yourself for the way you’re about to cum, for the way it’s swiftly building up strong and relentless.

“Come on, baby, cum on me, I wanna feel it.”

You can faintly hear him urging you to take a deep breath right as it washes over you, the tingling, fiery release spreading from your head to your toes, all while Frankie fucks you through it. His cock brushes every inner part of you, his finger on your clit stopping just to apply pressure that sings from your core.

“Good girl,” he rasps those sweet words, your throat turning sore at the endless panting and use of your voice, your leg falling limp to the mattress after holding it up so long for him. From the corner of your vision you can see him fisting the pillow underneath you, the veins of his hand prominent, the muscles of his forearm tensing.

“Can I—”

“Yes, please, baby, cum inside,” you whimper, his cock pushing in even smoother with the added slick of your orgasm and he mewls at those words, getting a few more rhythmic thrusts in before they turn ragged and he spills into you with a soft shout. His nose burrows into your neck as he tries and fails to catch his breath; you, letting him hold you close as he comes down.

He resumes those featherlight kisses, a line leading up to that spot just behind your ear— warm presses of his lips with no other intention than to feel you.

“Okay?” He manages to ask, so quiet and bashful, even, as he feels his cum trickle out of you and onto his lap.

“Mhm,” you smile, finally able to turn in his hold, and the sight of him makes you want to do it all over again; his flushed face, his wide, dark eyes looking back at you in admiration, the disheveled state of his button up. The sleeves pushed up to his elbows are all crinkled, and you let your thumb run over the edge of the fabric before feeling your way up his arm. He smiles, a sleepy state of contentment taking over him and he pulls you onto his chest, keeping you safe, a hand on the back of your head.

The patterns of your breathing match, in and out, slowing down, his heartbeat losing speed under your ear.

He makes a happy noise when you place a chaste kiss on his collarbone, the rain picking up outside, washing down the window behind the see-through curtains. He taps the small of your back three times, and you know this is him telling you he loves you, a tap for each word; so you kiss him three more times, two kisses on those smooth spaces where hair refuses to grow, and once on his lips which he returns gratefully.

Drawing the comforter up over your shoulders, he ensures it’s snug over the two of you. “Go to sleep, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “you deserve it.”

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[starkeyscline]

Freaky on Camera - Drew Starkey

Summary : After receiving a new camera for his birthday, Drew has the perfect idea on how to break it in.

Warnings: Smut. Smut. Smut and more smut. No plot. At all. Cussing. Oral (female and male receiving). Fingering. Unprotected sex (Don’t be a fool, wrap the tool.) Spit play. Choking. Recording sex.

AN: Also this is my first time writing smut, so it’s probably going to be awful. Please give me feedback, and request things. I’m open to writing for basically anyone right now, but due to comfort reasons I will not write smut for underaged characters unless you’re okay with them being aged up.

Word Count : 2414

The minute Drew’s apartment door was shut, you were roughly pressed up against it. Dinner with the cast was fun, talking about random things going on in the show, life and so on and so forth. The whole time though, Drew couldn’t keep his hands off of you. His hand was resting on your thigh under the table, rubbing further up towards your core before darting back down multiple times. Despite him constantly teasing you, the meal went by nicely. 

You had almost forgot about what he proposed earlier in the night, until his lips moved from yours to start their attack on your neck. 

“So… how do you feel about the idea of recording us, love?” Drew asked, his hands playing with the hem of your shirt. 

You thought for a moment, knowing it was something he had wanted to do before he got his new camera, but you were too iffy on the idea of using his phone. Just the idea of someone hacking into his icloud was more than enough of a reason for you to say no. But, with his new video camera you knew there were ways to be safe with it all. 

“Mm.. I don’t know..” You said in a sultry tone, even though you knew for a fact you were down for it. 

He nodded against your neck slightly, before he started to lower himself down to your collarbone, leaving a few hickeys. 

“I’m down, let’s do it.” You smiled as you felt his smile against your skin, causing him to pick you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist tightly to support your weight. 

As he brought you to the bedroom he finally set hii down on the bed. He took a few moments to set up the camera before heading back to you. 

The moment he reached you again, he pulled you onto his lap. His calloused hands began to tug on your shirt as you grinded against his lap. He finally pulled your shirt off, tossing it onto the ground. Your burgundy lacy bra was exposed, causing his jaw to drop some. He adored the set on you, loving how the color complimented your skin. 

“Fuck, Y/n..” Drew groaned out, before pressing gentle kisses to your breasts, while working on the hooks. 

You took this time to pull his shirt off, a small whine leaving your lips when his moved from your chest. As you continued or grind against his lap, you slowly stopped to undo the buckle he was wearing. 

“Can we quit acting like this will be posted anywhere, and you just put my cock in your mouth?” Drew finally let out, causing you to laugh. 

“I was waiting for one of us to say that.” You said getting off of the bed, and pulled off your skirt and thong, leaving you completely exposed as he stumbled to get naked himself. 

“You look so fucking gorgeous.” 

You hummed out in a thank you, as you got back on the bed. You slid in between the both of his legs, wrapping your plump lips around the tip of his cock. 

He let in a small, sharp inhale as you did so. 

You mainly focused on the tip of his cock for a bit, until he took a handful of your hair, and gently pushed your head down. Your small hands rested against his thighs, nails scratching down them gently, causing goosebumps in the wake of your fingers. 

“Your mouth feels so good..” He groaned out, before you tapped on his thigh twice. 

It was your signal for when you needed a moment, whether him shoving his cock too far back or you weren’t focused on breathing and he instantly stopped pumping his hips up. 

Your hands replaced where your mouth once was, pumping his thick and lengthy cock. Your thumb occasionally brushing over the tip, spreading the precum all around. 

Right as you were about to go down on him again, he opened up his mouth. “C’mere.”

You happily obliged, and opened your mouth as you knew what he was getting ready to do. He spit into your mouth, right on your tongue. 

“Swallow.” Drew demanded, watching in admiration as you did. When you were finished, you instantly went back to going down on him.

You swirled your tongue around his tip a few times, one of your hands fondling his balls when his thrusts became more erratic, a sign that he was close. After a few more pumps of his hips, he finally released his load in your mouth. 

Some spilled over, out of your lips as you released his cock from your mouth. You swapped whatever didn’t escape, and used your thumb to gather the rest and push it back into your mouth. 

After the both of you took maybe a minute at most to regain your breath, and stamina, Drew instantly got off the bed and went to the foot of it. His calloused hands wrapped around your calves to pull you down to him. A small giggle left your lips as he did so, not completely expecting it. 

Your legs instantly went on top of his shoulders, to make yourself more comfortable. 

“Fuck.. you’re so wet baby, and I barely even touched you.” He groaned, two of his fingers sliding up your slit, gathering some of your wetness before rubbing your clit. 

“Drew, c’mon.” you whined, craving the feeling of his tongue. 

Typically he would make you beg for it, but due to the combination of the camera recording, and how wet you were — if he wasn’t so set on eating you out he would push his cock right in. 

As Drew’s tongue skillfully licked your clit in the shape of figure eights, he pumped one of his fingers in and out of you. As you moaned, he felt himself growing hard again, motivating him to slide his middle finger in, then his index finger into you. 

“You’re taking my fingers so well.. can’t wait for you to take my cock.” He spoke against your clit, you instantly becoming wetter. 

As he continued to suck, lick and very lightly bite your clit you felt yourself grow closer to cumming. Your hips bucked up, thighs starting to shake and toes beginning to curl. This caused Drew to smirk, seeing how close you were to coming undone for him. 

“C’mon baby girl.” He moaned out, the vibrations against your clit causing you to let out another loud moan, and then his fingers grazing your g-spot sent you over the edge. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You moaned, your hips bucking up as though you were trying to get away from him which caused him to wrap his arm around your hips, holding them down. 

After you finished cumming, he lapped up what he could, before getting back onto the bed. You knew you wanted this to be more for him, then you, and he’d rather see your reaction. 

“Move to the end of the bed, so you are facing away from it.” You said, causing his eyebrow to raise. 

“So you’re making demands now?” 

“No but I figured you’d like to see my tits bouncing as I ride you when you rewatch this.”

After that, he happily obliged. He moved down to the edge of the bed, his head resting right above the footboard, along with a pillow. As you straddled him, and teased him by rubbing your soaking entrance against his hard cock he let out a small groan, wanting more. 

“C’mon. You wanted to ride me, so ride me.” 

He didn’t have to say anything after that, as you lifted yourself and then his cock up, before slowly sliding down it. His hands instantly went to your hips, helping you hold yourself down as you got used to his size. 

Despite having three of his fingers stretching you out minutes before, his dick always had a different effect - being larger in pretty much every way you could imagine. 

After waiting a few seconds, you began to slide up and down his cock. Finding yourself the right angle, hands gripping the foot board to help keep yourself up, and back slightly angled so your breasts almost hit his face every time you moved yourself. 

He took this time to slide one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and slightly grazing his teeth against the bud. 

An illicit moan left your mouth, riding him this fast after an orgasm already had you leading up to another one, and he knew that. 

Drew eventually released your nipple and began to take control. One of his hands reached down, and smacked your ass harshly causing another illicit moan to leave, and then his hands roughly gripped at your hips. His nails gently dug into the soft skin, as he began to move your body to how he wanted. 

Your hands released the foot board, and pushed your hair out of your face, as it was clinging all over your face and body due to your sweat. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned, as he continued to move your body how he wanted to. 

As he brushed your g-spot a pornographic moan left your mouth, and you tossed your head back. Drew smirked as he had gotten you where he wanted you, before bringing you down one last time. 

“I wanna switch positions.” He said, a small whine leaving your lips. You were so close to finishing, just for him to say that. What a fucking tease. 

“Drew. I was so close.” 

“I know, I’ll make it worth it. Promise.” He said, kissing you hungrily before you got off of him, and let him put you in the position he wanted you in. 

Your cheek was flush against the pillow, ass as high as it would go, and your back arched. It was a sight to die for, as he would say. 

You felt your wetness dripping down your thighs, as you sat there completely exposed as you waited for him to make a move. He finally did. 

With a swift move of his hand, leaving your ass a bright shade of red, he then slid back into your wet pussy. One of his hands slid down your body to your hair, wrapping his hand in it before roughly thrusting his hips. 

His balls smacked against your clit with each thrust, and the sound of your skin hitting against one each others flooded the room along with the both of your moans and groans. Drew finally pulled your body up by your hair, you both kneeling as he continued to thrust into you. 

“You look so fucking good, (Y/n.)” He said in a dominant tone, seeing your makeup all messed around, your lips swollen. 

His hand that wasn't wrapped in your hair moved to your throat, applying a small amount of pressure on the sides. His arm was between your breasts, causing him to smirk the whole time.

“You’re such a pretty little whore.” He moaned into your ear, as his cock began to rapidly hit your g-spot again. 

A loud breathy moan left your mouth, causing your thighs to start to shake and toes to curl up, and him to realize how close the both of you were. His hand released its grip on your throat, and moved to your jaw as he wanted you to watch yourself finish and see how gorgeous you looked. 

“Look in the mirror, I want you to see how gorgeous you look when you cum.” Drew moaned into your ear yet again, his hand that was in your hair now releasing it.

His hand dragged down his body, his hand still holding your jaw so you were still looking in the mirror. As his hand reached right above your core, he teased you momentarily by dragging his hand back up your stomach.

“Drew..” You whined needily, wanting your sweet release to come faster.

After hearing his name escape your lips, his hand instantly shot back down and he began to rub your clit with one of his calloused fingers.

As your legs began to shake yet again, your toes curl and your hands grip at his arms. Your hands consequently left a few scratches against his arm, nothing deep thankfully for him.

After a few more sharp thrusts from him, you were ready to cum. He wasn’t big on denying your orgasms, loving the look on your face as you cum and the blissful smile on your lips afterward but for once, you decided to ask.

“Fuck.. fuck.. Fuck. Drew, can I cum?” You moaned out needily, and felt him smirk against your skin.

“Cum for me.” He said simply.

Even though the words were so simple, and not even dirty you instantly felt the rubber band in your stomach snap. Loud moans began to leave your mouth in rapid succession. The feeling lasted longer than it normally would, but you were too deep in your state of bliss to realize. 

Shortly after you finished, Drew had finished himself, giving you both a few moments to catch your breath before the both of you moved from one another. You laid back on the bed, legs spread as you waited for him to return with a damp washcloth as usual.

“Did you know you could squirt?” He asked with a smirk on his face, and it caused you to blush. 

“I didn’t.” You said sheepishly, rather shocked.

As you felt the mixture of both of your cum drip down your pussy and thighs you tapped his arm gently, and he nodded instantly remembering what he forgot to do. He grabbed the camera, and brought it up to your pussy, to get a clip of the cum dripping out of you.

After he was content with the clip, he then turned the camera off and set it besides you, and brought a wet rag to you and began to wipe everything up, before sliding two of his fingers into you. He slid his fingers back out, before sliding them into your mouth, covered in the mixture of the both of your juices. You eagerly sucked on them, as he cleaned you up.

“How about round two?” He asked as you were still recovering, leaning down to press his lips to yours momentarily. You looked and felt so good.” 

“Maybe in a bit..” You mumbled in reply, placing your lips back on top of his.

[mockingjay34]

Writing request/prompt: Head scritches! Obi-Wan needs to soothe Cody somehow and he decides to try what he did with Anakin, when he was young AKA starts scratching his scalp and petting Cody's hair. How Cody will react, is up to you!

This was so sweet! I hope you enjoy!

Cody’s hands shook as he took off his armor. He moved slower than usual, snapping each piece off and placing it in a neat pile on the table beside him. Really, he should have arranged it on the armor form pushed in the corner of the room out of the way, but he knew the plastoid would rattle against the durasteel and that wasn’t a truth he was ready to face. So, stacked piles would have to do until he could tame the quivering of his limbs.

There wasn’t any reason for him to feel so on edge. The mission itself wasn’t horrible. Casualties were low and injuries were minor and they were on and off the surface of the dusty planet in the span of two days. It was the ideal mission for them to face. Somehow though, the calmer missions had the worst fallout. In an all out firefight, Cody could work through the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The feeling of blaster fire at the tips of his fingers was cathartic in its own right, and left him so exhausted he could barely stay awake on the transport back up to the ship afterward.

The calm ones were accompanied by a different kind of stress. The longer they went, the more the tension built at the back of his neck. His teeth chattered in his helmet and set his every nerve on edge, causing him to jump at every movement and sound. He focused in on every flit across his HUD until the muscles in his arms ached with the effort of following with his blaster.

And then nothing. No relief.

All the way back up to the Negotiator, Cody’s legs shook and and he shivered despite the sweat that had gathered at his collar from being packed in close with the other troopers. By the time he reached his room, it was as if electricity was shooting through his limbs and he wiggled his fingers nearly nonstop to relieve some of the energy.

When Cody was dressed down to nothing more than his blacks, he braced both of his palms against the table top and leaned forward, pushing his weight down until both of his shoulders gave a satisfying crack. He sighed in relief and stepped back as the door to the room slid open behind him. Cody jumped at the noise, ramming his hip into the table and causing it to rattle loudly in the silence. The piles of armor toppled and fell to a messy heap. 

Obi-Wan stepped in from the corridor beyond, head buried in a datapad. Although, he too flinched at the clatter, eyes slipping shut and jaw clenching in shock. “Hello, my dear,” he said. He smiled kindly at Cody and set his datapad on the side table. Cody tried to smile back at him, really he did. He was certain it looked more like a grimace than anything though. “Debrief didn’t take too long, I suppose?” Obi-Wan asked, holding his hand out for Cody to come closer.

Cody took the invitation for what it was and crossed the distance in a few long strides. He grasped at Obi-Wan’s hand for a moment before leaning in further, slipping his arms around his waist. “It wasn’t too bad,” he mumbled into Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Even wrapped up as close to Obi-Wan as he could get, Cody was viciously aware of the tremors that tore through his body in waves. 

“What’s wrong, my love?” Obi-Wan asked softly, bringing a hand up to rest at the back of Cody’s neck. He ran his thumb along the skin above his blacks, just barely grazing the curls at his hairline. Cody let out another violent shiver, his arms tensing around Obi-Wan’s waist.

Cody swallowed roughly. “I can’t stop shaking,” he replied. “It’s the adrenaline I think.”

Obi-Wan pulled back and looked at him for a long moment. “It’ll be okay. Come lay down with me for a bit.”

Cody glanced uncertainly at the bed pushed against the wall at the other side of the room. “I’m filthy though.”

“That’s quite alright,” Obi-Wan replied with a snort. “I don’t believe I smell like spring roses myself. That’s what the laundry is for, after all.” 

Cody shook his head in disbelief and allowed Obi-Wan to lead him to their bed. He came to a stop at the edge, staring uncertainly at the mounds of blankets draped across it.

“What’s wrong?” Obi-Wan asked. Cody shook his head but didn’t speak. He looked down and pinched at the bridge of his nose. 

“I-I can’t,” he said eventually. “Too warm. Too much.”

Obi-Wan nodded in understanding. He reached towards the middle to grab the blankets in his fist, then pulled them back until they fell from the foot of the bed, leaving only the top sheets fitted over the two small bunks they had pushed together. “Are the pillows okay?” He asked.

Sighing, Cody nodded his head and settled on the edge of the bed. He sat there uncertainly before he laid down and stared at the ceiling. The mattress sank under Obi-Wan’s weight when he laid next to him, close but not touching.

They remained in silence for several long moments, savoring the quiet darkness of their room. “I can’t calm down,” Cody said. “My jaw is shaking.”

Obi-Wan hummed softly. “How can I help?”

Biting back the aggravated tears that sprang to his eyes, Cody responded, “I don’t know.”

“Can I touch you?”

Cody let out a harsh breath. “Always.”

It took a moment for Obi-Wan to adjust them to his liking. He fluffed some pillows behind them and propped himself up on them. Then, he pulled Cody close to his side, resting his head against his chest. Cody melted into the hold, breath evening out almost instantly. From where his head rested, Cody could hear the beat of Obi-Wan’s heart and feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Obi-Wan brought his hand to Cody’s head and brushed his fingers through his hair, dragging his nails across his scalp as he did. Cody shuddered, a chill prickling his skin with goose flesh. 

“Is this okay?” Obi-Wan asked.

Cody hummed into his chest, melting into his side as Obi-Wan swirled his fingertips through his hair. The feeling was intoxicating in a way he couldn’t describe. Every drag of Obi-Wan’s deft fingers made him feel heavier, more settled. Before he knew it, he had fallen finally, blessedly still.

“I used to do this with Anakin,” Obi-Wan explained, twirling a strand around his finger and letting it go to spring back into shape. “When I first took him on as my Padawan. He would get these awful nightmares and wake up in fits. He would have so much nervous energy and it was damn near impossible to get him back to sleep on his own. One night, I sat on the floor by his bed after one his nightmares and ran my fingers through his hair and he was out like a light. I’m convinced it would probably still work.”

Obi-Wan fell silent and waited for some sort of response but was met with nothing more than the sound of the air filtration system kicking on. He craned his neck to look down at Cody laying against his chest. His eyes were closed and his breath was deep and even. “Kind of like that,” he whispered. Obi-Wan sank back into the pillows and adjusted his hold on Cody, savoring the featherlight touch of his hair against his palm. Eventually, his eyes grew heavy and he gave in to the warmth of sleep.

[jjungkookislife]

how bout a 78+73+55 with two beautiful bby buns 🥰🥰🥰

pairing: baby buns!jk x reader

78. “are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

73. “you’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

55. “I’ve missed this.”

tw: flashback, virgin!kook x virgin reader (loss of virginity),  marking, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

“I’ve missed this,” Jungkook murmurs against your neck, his nose nuzzled into your skin as his body hovers over yours, not wanting to put his full weight on you.

“Me too,” you say as you stroke his hair, your fingers gently brushing against his ears. He groans against your skin, your name rolling off his tongue in a saccharine moan.

“I’ve missed your scent. I hated being apart from you. I was miserable,” Jungkook admits as he grasps both your hands to pin to the bed as he sits back on his heels.

“Me too. Not being able to see you for a full day was awful. I cried so much,” you frown as you shake your head to clear the memories. “What an awful wedding tradition. I should be able to see my husband-to-be the day before our wedding. Luck be damned.”

Jungkook chuckles, “I agree. I missed you terribly. We’re past all that now, baby. It’s our wedding night and I plan on making it memorable.”

“Oh?” You smile, nerves bubbling in your stomach. A bashful smile appears on Jungkook’s face, “yeah.”

In all honesty, Jungkook had been nervous about tonight. You were mates, and sure, you have fooled around before, but you never went all the way. You were both virgins, both eager for your wedding night and for Jungkook to mark you as his mate, sealing your bond forever.

It was a lot to take on, but your love for him overcame all your worries as you kissed him, losing yourself in him.

Jungkook resisted the urge to thump his foot as the kiss grew deeper, excitement thrumming in his veins. He wanted you desperately, needed to fill you.

“Jungkook,” your moan of his name draws his attention, his hand cupping your face. “Touch me, baby. Make love to me.”

Jungkook’s erection throbs at your words, his heart racing in his chest as he caressed your cheek.

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” Jungkook warns, his tongue peeking between his lips to lick them. His hand reaches for yours, his thumb running over your wedding band. A low growl escapes him, you’re his. His mate.

“Please, Jungkook,” you plead, your lips capturing his.  Jungkook immediately kisses you back, moaning softly as his hands caress every bit of your body as he slots himself between your legs. You automatically wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as your hands run down his muscular back.

Jungkook blushes, his fingers tracing the scalloped detailing of your lingerie, cupping your breast. His delicate touch has you keening, a soft smile on your lips as he tugs the lingerie down to expose your breast.

“I’m going to mark you right here,” he whispers, his finger circling the spot on the swell of your breast.  You nod, pulling him down to you to kiss him. Jungkook rocks his hips against you, soft moans escaping him.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips, groaning when your fingers brush his ears.  “I need you., baby.”

“I love you,” you respond, loving the way his soft lips trail kisses from your jaw to to your neck and down to your breast. His tongue licks your skin, his teeth gently biting down until he breaks skin.

“Kook!” You gasp, arching into him as a slight pain runs through you.  Jungkook is quick to kiss you all over, focusing on your cheeks and nose before he’s nuzzling into your neck.

“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine!” Jungkook breathes, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he holds you tight, forcing himself to look at your breast to see his mark permanently engraved on your skin.

A rough kiss takes you by surprise, Jungkook holding your face in his hands as he feels the overwhelming love and lust of his sealed bond. A crazed look crosses his eyes as he quickly strips you of your lingerie, leaving it in pieces to litter the floor.

 A deep blush spread across Jungkook’s cheeks, admiring the beauty of your body for the first time.  You’re bashful beneath him, unable to make eye contact with him.  Jungkook had seen you naked from the waist up or the waist down, but never both... until now.  It was definitely a pleasant sight. Jungkook’s ears twitched, his nose scrunching as he smiled widely, “so beautiful. Such a pretty mate.”

“Jungkook,” you breathe his name, your hand reaching to unbutton his shirt, dragging it down his arms to discard over the side of the bed. Despite his best efforts, his excitement is through the roof and his foot begins to thump.

“Fuck,” he curses, grabbing your hips before he leans over you, his hair falling over his eyes before he kissed you once again. Fueled by lust and desire, your hands make quick work of his pants, shoving them down his thick thighs alone with his boxers.  Your hand wraps around his dick, drawing a moan from your husband that sends tingles down your spine.

“Baby,” Jungkook whimpers, overwhelmed by the scent of your arousal, wanting nothing more than to be buried nose deep between your thighs. Regretfully., Jungkook unwraps your hand from his cock to free himself as he trails kisses down your body until he’s gripping your thighs and pressing kisses and nips on both of them.  The sweet sound of your moans spurs him on as he licks and teases you enough to drive you wild until you’re near tears begging him to touch you.

A smug smile appears on his lips as he licks a broad stripe along your folds.  He keeps one hand on your thigh, the other he uses his fingers to spread your folds and moan when he sees how wet you’ve become.

“Jungkook...” his name sounds so sinful rolling off your tongue.  Your hips chasing his tongue in search of pleasure as he dips back between your thighs, lips gently suckling your clit.  Your hand tangles itself in his hair, mindful of his ears as you tug at the locks.

“More,” you whimper, feeling him slip one of his fingers inside you.  Your thighs tremble and your breathing growing ragged.  You moan again, your thighs spreading further as a second finger pushes into you, curling inside you as his tongue swirls around your clit.

 Jungkook knows your body well enough by now to know the telltale signs of your impending orgasm,  He notes the way your voice gets an octave higher, the change in your breathing, the way you grip his hair and writhe beneath him as your eyes squeeze shut and a weak moan of his name fills the room before you’re overcome with pleasure.

Jungkook continues his ministrations, groaning against you as your orgasm has you squeezing his fingers, pulsating around them and he so desperately wishes it was his cock inside you instead.

“Kook... Kookie,” you sigh, head lolling back as you try to gather yourself enough to release the death grip you’d had on his hair.  Jungkook chuckles, his ear twitching, thankful to have some room to move again.

“Was that good?” he asks meekly, slowly pulling his fingers out of you to pop them into his mouth, his tongue licking them clean as his eyes remain locked with yours.  The sight is erotic, your legs quivering at the anticipation of what’s coming.

“S-so good,” you stutter as your chest rises and falls.  “Kiss me.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice as his lips brush against yours in a gentle kiss that soon deepens and grows passionately.  His hips rock against yours, his cock hard and ready to push past your wet folds.  He grunts, eyes squeezed shut as his lips plant kisses on the column of your throat.  His foot thumps, his hips circling yours as he grabs his cock, teasing your entrance with the head.

Your hands grip his shoulders, nails lightly digging into his skin as he kisses you before pushing in.  You gasp, biting your bottom lip as he slowly pushes into you, filling you fully after a few moments.

Jungkook grunts, sweat beading on his brow, his eyes shut and his breath caught in his throat.  So warm, so wet... so fucking wet.  He cries your name, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he releases a guttural groan.

“Jungkook,” you breathe, your fingers twined in his hair as you pull him into a kiss.  There’s a slight discomfort, but it passes when Jungkook cautiously begins to move.  He studies your face, reading it for any signs of discomfort.

“I love you.  I love you...”

“I love you,” you whisper back in response, your hand caressing his cheek as he pulls out a bit, only to push back in.  You curse; your hand in his, squeezing it as he kisses each of your fingers before he’s picking up the pace, mindful to be gentle until you’re moaning his name.

Jungkook loses himself in you, in your touch, in your scent, in the essence that is you.  He’s overwhelmed with emotions and lust, his mind cloudy, but the shine of your wedding band catches his attention and a deep growl rips through him.

“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”  You’re eagerly nodding your head in agreement, your nails dragging down his muscular back, leaving pink streaks on his skin. You’re not surprised by bit bout of possessiveness, knowing hybrids tended to be possessive when it came to their mates, you being human makes him take it up a notch. An unclaimed mate (especially a human), was seen as available until the mate had their partner’s bond.

Jungkook didn’t care if the bond was official now. You were his, and he was yours, and that’s the way he liked it.  Your wedding ring would (hopefully) ward off any humans, and your mate bond would ward off all hybrids.

“Mine,” he murmurs against your skin.

“Yours,” you answer in response, earning a rough thrust from him as he pins your hands onto the pillow on either side of your head.  Jungkook kisses you, muffling your moans as he fucks you harder, deeper. Your legs tighten around his hips, pulling him deeper as you tighten around him, moaning and arching into him as he holds you close.

“Baby,” you breathe in an airy tone.  “I’m so close.”

Jungkook grunts in response, biting back a moan as he pushes in deeper, loving the warmth of your cunt wrapped around him.  It’s so overwhelming, he knows he won’t be able to go much farther.  You overwhelm all of his senses, everything becoming too much as a fiery heat spreads throughout his body as your moans grow louder, back arching as you orgasm.

His name tumbles from your lips in cries and whimpers, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure courses through you.  Jungkook finds it impossible to look away from your face, loving the fucked out look on your face that appears at the apex of your orgasm.

Jungkook grunts, he’s close, and he just needs a little more to get off with you.  He grabs your hips, holding you steady as he thrusts in and out of you, “touch me.”

Your hands caress his face but he shakes his head, “my ears.  T-touch my ears.”

You’re endeared by his stutters, noting the blush that appears on the apples of his cheeks, a bashful look on his face.  He keens at your touch, moaning as your hands stroke his ears.  A deep guttural groan escapes his pretty lips, cursing as cums inside you.  He’s breathing rather hard, his thrusts keeping the pace as he fucks you until he’s spent.

“Fuck!” he exclaims, eyes squeezed shut as his foot thumps, making you smile.  Your hands cup his face, your thumb caressing his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath.

“That was amazing,” you giggle as you lie back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with an incredulous smile on your lips.

Jungkook chuckles, carefully pulling out of you, stopping momentarily to admire the mess he’s left between your thighs. A surge of pride fills his chest as he lies beside you, pulling you into his arms, “right?!”

You press a kiss to his chest, snuggling into his side as his finger traces the mark on your breast; his mark.

“Can we do it again?” Jungkook asks, wiggling his eyebrows and pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.  You laugh, pushing him away as you begin to feel the soreness set in.

“Down boy,” you tease with a smile, your hand laced with his.

Jungkook huffs out a laugh, kissing the top of your head, “I’m just saying... I’ll be ready when you are.”

You look between your bodies, shaking your head when you see his cock twitch, already half hard and ready to go again.

“You’re insatiable!” you laugh, and Jungkook grins as your hand moves down his chest until it’s wrapped around his cock, languidly stroking him.

“Only when it comes to you.”

[ktheist]

04 — show me yours & i’ll show you mine | m

➙ muses. seokjin x college student / gamer!reader ft. best friend! taehyung

➙ genre. best friend’s brother au. university au. working au. fwb au.

➙ word. 2.9k

➙ warnings. angst

➙ index. 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | finale | side story 1 |

➙ warnings. explicit content. smut. 

➙ synopsis. 

“you wanna say goodbye?”

“yes, i would love to say goodbye.”

x

one second, you’re exiled from taehyung’s room and the next, you’re under lockdown in the same exact room you were forbidden to enter. 

the boy who always made a fuss about cleaning up - cleans up his mess without a single complaint. you thought he’d come knocking on the (his) door and ask for your help but after an hour of twiddling your thumbs and swaying your feet in the air, kim taehyung finally walks in with beads of sweat on his forehead and that ugly stain of a vomit on  his shirt.

he pulls it over his head and tosses it into the laundry before pulling a fresh mickey mouse printed shirt and slips into bed. the temptation to text jeongguk or hoseok or jimin to pick you up has never been stronger but you bite the inside of your cheek, lay out the futon and turn off the lights.

“good night, tae.” you say into the darkness, not expecting for an answer.

“why did you do it?” the darkness whispers back.

“it just happened,” you know better than to offer half-baked excuses for something you completely intended and would even pursue if you didn’t get caught in the middle.

when silence lapses into the room, you thought the matter done and buried six feet under you and taehyung’s conscience. 

not the first time you’ve been wrong.

“why seokjin? why not me?” his lips brush yours, tasting like heartbreak and missing the part where he’s supposed to be drunk and out of his mind for even daring to get so close to you.

to let his hair brush against your forehead. to let his hand snake down your thigh with feather light touches until he’s an inch away from grabbing your ass. if he dared try, your kick wouldn’t be aimed at the air to which he moves it away and places that hand next to your head, boxing you under him completely.

“ew, what the fuck?” and despite the trapped-between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place situation, you manage to lean as far away as you can. or so you’d like to think, but you can still feel his breath fanning your neck.

you wish you have an owl’s ability to twist its neck all the way to the back.

“you’re my best friend, taehyung! get off!” you feel like a child hitting her father with her tiny little fist. taehyung doesn’t even flinch when it hits his chest.

but he pulls away anyway, standing on his knees over you within a lull in time before he falls back on his butt in the space between your parted calves. the wrist of his hand that’s propped against the floor brushes against the side of your foot.

“do you get it now? we grew up together,” his voice echoes into the dark, “my brothers are your brothers- that- what you did- that was messed up, ___.”

“so? was creeping up on me like that necessary?” you retort,  pushing yourself up and hearing the thud pillow you vehemently hurled at the silhouette of the man hunched over a couple feet away from you, “you perv!”

“how much do you like seokjin?” he asks, trapping the pillow in his lap, under his elbow, but before you can even say anything, he shoots you another string of question, “do you even like him?”

“stop making it sound like i’m the bad guy,” you huff, “as if your brother’s such a saint. he wanted it just as much.”

“i don’t care who wants it more, fuck’s sake,” he says roughly, “all your past relationships have only been sexual.”

holding up one hand, you find your shadow cloaked fingers much more nails, “your point being?”

“don’t you stop to think about how much things’ll change? how awkward it’ll be at family dinners once you finally got tired of each other? how awkward it’ll be for me?” 

“oh, because everything’s about you, isn’t it?” you roll your eyes yet your stomach churns.

only silence hangs over the darkness as your teeth sink into the soft flesh of your bottom lip. taehyung pushes himself out and marches out of the room whilst you stay rooted in your spot, curled into a ball with your legs against your chest.

when morning comes, you’re awaken to the sound of taehyung padding around with a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping off his hair and trickling down his chest, “there’s no one if the bathroom, if you wanna wash up.”

it’s the only exchange you have in the morning and throughout the drive to your uni until taehyung parks the car in the spot somewhere near your faculty.

“i thought about it,” you finally say, breaking the silence. the way he turns to you in your periphery makes you want to shrink into the seat and crawl away like an ant but you shrug instead, “what you said last night - i thought about it... you’re right, you guys are the closest family i have here. and i don’t wanna ruin that just cause i can’t keep it in my pants.”

the soft hum of the music fills the space between you, making the unspoken truth a bit more bearable than a pin-drop silence. taehyung’s hair sways for the briefest moment as he arches his brows in contemplation before unsmiling lips curl into that signature box smile, “really?”

“yes, really,” you roll your eyes, “one dick wasn’t worth losing my best friend over.”

“i’d hug you but i’m still having withdrawals from what i saw last night,” tahyung’s face scrunches in disgust.

“oh so that’s what it takes to get your sleazy hands off me. by the way seokjin-” trickles of laughter escapes your mouth as you hop out of his car, managing to avoid his swatting hand just in time, “bye! thanks for the ride!”

x

the mindless banters between you and taehyung never cease, if anything, it goes from playing rock-paper-scissors to decide where to eat to googling up and showing each other pictures of poisonous shrooms in case you get lost in the woods for more than 36 hours.

you used to have lunch together every other day, but taehyung comes to you for a continuous three day, hitting four days streak in between classes this week. each time bearing that boyish grin that could fool just about anyone when it comes to picked-up pieces of a broken heart.

“she texted me,” he shrugs, twirling his chopsticks in the bowl of cold noodles and letting the silence hang stale without any hint of providing more information until you nudge it out of him.

“i didn’t text back.” he says it as if it’s the easiest thing to do.

“it’s so easy for you boys, huh?” you don’t know where in the deities greenland he got the narrowing of your eyes and the scrunching of your nose as-

“seokjin didn’t text you?” the titled smile of his tempts you to smack it off his face right that instance.

“how- wha- that literally has nothing to do with your bitch ass ex-girlfriend who were talking about though?” kim taehyung doesn’t offer any response, only the sway of his shoulders as he laughs before digging into the sweet, savory noodles in front of him.

it’s only after you’ve returned to your faculty, fast-walking towards your lecture, that you find out the subject matter himself sitting hunched over on one of the benches laid out along the roofless pathway that leads to your faculty. the jaws of the girls and gays that happen to be standing a few feet away, drops at the way seokjin looks up, eyes squinting at the sudden intrusion of the sunlight before his lips curl into a smile.

“hey,” there’s that smile you miss so bad.

x

it turns out seokjin’s little shit of a brother and your ass of a best friend snuck into his room, flashed a light over his face, bypassed his phone’s lock and deleted your number, blocked you on snapchat and unfollowed you on instagram.

“and here i thought you were done with me,” your jaw would have hung loose if you don’t have the tip of your venti mocha swirl keeping your lips together as you stare at the pavement, walking aimlessly with seokjin down the path of rose beds.

“i took the day off, decided to try my luck, and hope you’d see me at waiting for you awkwardly - everyone probably thinks ‘who the hell is this old ass guy hanging around-’“ his words get cut off by your gasp as you feel your face hurting from the way your lips are almost reaching your ears.

“you did?” shoulders sagging, you press a hand to your chest where you heart flutters with a sort of warmth, “for me?” before holding your arms out in an invitation for a hug and retracting them not even a second later, “no wait- i promised tae i wouldn’t do this.”

somewhere along the lines, you find yourself at the sky rose garden because the pathway you found him at, all of a sudden, becomes a runway for the girls and gays. they pass you in a guise of walking by whilst their eyes linger on his broad chest and pants that hug his thighs and the protrusion of his natural size that wasn’t going to get smaller than that.

“what he doesn’t know won’t kill him- or us,” there it is again, the melodic hymn of a chuckle as he opens his arms for you, the action ever so natural, as if he’s done this a couple of million times.

and just like that, you fall into his embrace, cheek mushing against his chest as you inhale the familiar scent of mint seaside and the faintest scent of woody earth. you find it unfair that his heart beats steadily whilst yours thrash in your chest. maybe that’s the cause of your cheeks heating up.

“i can do it, you know?” his voice vibrates against your ears in a honeyed tingles, “i can use my ‘big bro influence’ and get him off our backs.”

you lift your head, breath stuttering at the sight of star glinted eyes gazing down at you with the gentles smiles, “should you?” but you shake your head a second later, “no, he’d hate me forever - he’ll know i put you up to this because you’re too nice. you’d ne-”

a finger under your chin and a tilt of your head and you’re lost in an ocean of galaxy, “i brought up the idea, if anyone’s gonna get in hot water, it’s gonna be me.”

“that’s not what taehyung’s gonna think,” the recollection of your conversation with the aforementioned man floods your mind and almost as if an invisible current wraps around your body, you find yourself  taking a step back in surrender.

“and he’s right, seokjin,” the way his eyes flash with a sort of emotion - one that you can’t pinpoint, let alone interpret the meaning of - doesn’t go unnoticed by you yet you go on, “this has to stop. once the passion simmers down and we get bored of each other, what do you think is gonna happen?”

but the words that hits the air is like frostbites to your warm, beating heart, “you already have it in your mind that we’re gonna break up.”

it takes you a second to clear your throat, another to gather your thoughts, “relationships like ours always end with a break up.”

galaxies are littered with illuminating stars but you’re a fool to have turned a blind eye to its dark side. and seokjin’s stars have dimmed, leaving only a trail of shadow in those clouded eyes.

but the half-hearted smile that curls on his lips appears like a ray of sunlight on a cloudy day, “do you wanna at least goodbye?”

your eyes follow his that trail down to the noticeable bulge in his pants.

“yes,” you beam, “i would love to say goodbye.”

x

the cars and the scenic view of the highway pass by in a blur, not that you’re in a position to stare out the window like a heartbroken woman whose fiancee set out for way.

“slow down,” there’s a desperate plea in his voice, “i don’t want to cum too early.”

the stern, warning look he shoots you is makes you giggle. what with his flushed face and twitching self in your hand.

how adorable.

“but you taste so good, jinnie,” your tongue sweeps past your lips, licking the pre-cum off his oozing tip.

“keep teasing me like that if you want me to pull up and fuck you on the side of the road,” the threat on his tongue sends tingles down your spine.

eyes glinting, you can basically hear the blatant disregard in his voice when he first asked if you’d climb up in his lap while he was hitting the back of your throat after you’d quickly scurried into his car for the last goodbye.

so you take it slow, licking him down his length as his hand settle on your head, caressing your hair.

the door closes behind you as seokjin pushes you against it, his hand on your cheek as he crashes his lips against yours and your hand reaching under his boxers. it looked almost painful as he zipped up his pants before getting out of the car and walking the distance between the parking spot and the apartment.

you distinctly remember the sight of a blanket on the couch and an opened laptop on the coffee table, the red of the cans of energy drinks laying around on the ground and surface of said coffee table - they only ever try to clean up when they know you’re coming for your weekly stay over.

but who are you to judge when your clothes soon join the cans on the floor, forming trails down the hallway.

by the time your body lightly bounces on top of seokjin’s bed, you feel the cold air brush against your skin whilst he stands over you like a beast drinking in the sight of the prey he’ll devour. but you don’t mind if that allows you to admire the beautiful landscape of tight abs and powerful physique.

a sort of dread washes over you at the thought of such length coming close to the apex of your legs. taking him in your mouth was doable but only because you’ve had enough practice to know how to adapt to certain lengths by steadying your breath. but you’ve had enough experience to know you wouldn’t just be able to get use to his size right off the bat.

and he’s the biggest you’ve ever met.

your hand runs over the ridges of his muscles biceps before they twine together over the nape of his neck. it must have been the way you look at him, the yearning that pours through gaze and beckons him like a siren’s song. 

the spot of the bed a few inches from your head dips as he props himself on his forearms, lips marking your skin as his.

“seokjin- ah!” you should already used to the bold caress of his tongue around your nipple.

your control is devastated, your thighs are quivering and seokjin’s touches have enthralled you in a fierce flare of yearning. 

“ah,” you breathe out, gaze unfocusing as pleasure and discomfort flood from your core while he deliberately stretches you out.

his hand returns to the side of your face as he stays inside you, lets you feel him, take him for what he is whilst he kisses your cheekbone, your jawline and burry his face in your neck. 

your breath stutters as you feel him slide out of you, heart beat stammering for the briefest moment when his tip kisses your entrance before he pushes himself in deeper than before.

but you know you haven’t taken all of him in.

not yet.

“you’re stretching me out so good,” you say barely above whisper.

“not even half is in, baby,” is all he says before you feel the muscles in his back flexing as he shifts most of his weight onto his hands, thrusting deeper into you.

“fuck,” you moan, the discomfort fading away as pleasure surge through your body in waves as your arms wrap around seokjin’s neck, face buried in his shoulder until you don’t know where he starts and where he ends.

lost in wicked delight, your fuzzed mind barely registers the sound of your phone despite its blares a few inches above your head where you remember tossing to before slipping out of your jeans and succumbing to the reckless savage lust that neither you nor seokjin should speak about to a single soul.

“pick it up,” the man’s husked voice drums in your ear clearer only because of the cease of ripples of pleasures as he stills.

“wha-” you don’t say much, groping around for your phone before shooting him a pleading look of ‘can’t this wait till after you give me the greatest orgasm of my lifetime?’

“it’s taehyung,” the name that spills out of your mouth strikes guilt into your beating heart.

“hm? you’re tightening up. is it because of my little brother?” the surge of possession in his voice tempers with your sanity, it drips like sweet honey rose and mars your skin with its thorns, “answer the call.”

x

note. ooof ig yall know what next chapter’s gonna be. maybe.

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[noahscents]

Professional - Noah Centineo Imagine

anonymous asked: That last imagine was soo good!! Gow about one where Noah and yn are co stars abd they both fancy eachother but yn refused to date a co worker and Noahs been like come on one date please! But she refused. So they doing press tour abd one the last day after last interview Noahs like were not coworkers anymore and asks her out😊

a/n: you want it, you got it ;)

here’s my masterlist!

update: it turned into smut lmao and I didn’t exactly follow the plot fskosfdkfsd

Word Count: 1.5k

this is probs gonna flop b/c I’ve been hella inactive but this has been sitting in my drafts for wAy too long oops

“Amelia, I love you more than life itself,” Noah says.

“We can’t...” You say, turning away. “You know our families will never allow it. This rivalry is older than our great-grandparents’ parents.”

Noah grabs your waist and pulls you closer.

“I don’t give a damn about what our families think. We’ll make them understand, “ He says, tilting your chin upwards, “and start our own...”

He leans in to kiss you passionately and just like that, the world melts away and a beautiful string orchestra fades in as the screen fades to black and the credits roll.

“Wow...” You say, wiping a tear from your eye.

“I know,” Noah says, exhaling.

You two were finally able to see the movie you made in its entirety and tomorrow, you and Noah started your 4-day press tour for ‘Tale As Old As Time’.

“You ready to do this thing?” Noah says, nudging your arm.

“Yeah. I don’t know if you’re ready though.” You say, standing up and putting on your jacket.

He scoffs, “You don’t know if I’M ready?” He crosses his arms.

“Yup.” You giggle, walking past him to leave his hotel room when suddenly, a pair of hands firmly grasp your hips, and you’re pulled into his lap.

You met Noah about a year ago during a chemistry read for a romantic movie. You were up against so many other big names in Hollywood for this role, (Florence Pugh, Zendaya, Ryan Destiny, and Hailee Steinfeld to name a few) but Noah had the best chemistry with you...

not just onscreen.

“I don’t think you’re ready.” He says, inches away from your face.

Your heart speeds up as you feel your cheeks get hot. Noah was attractive both inside and out, there’s no doubt about that. Over the course of filming with him you two definitely felt a spark, but mutually decided it wasn’t professional. But lately, Noah seems to be forgetting what you agreed upon.

You deeply inhale, “Noah...” You say with a bittersweet expression forming across your face.

“I thought our agreement only lasted until filming was done.” He says, rubbing circles in the small of your back.

You bite your lip and toss your head back slightly.

“Does it feel good?” He says, pressing you against him.

“Noah,” You say coming back to yourself, removing his hand. “We still have press and-”

“You know the fans have been shipping us since filming started.” He says, looking up at you. “Why don’t we give them what they want?”

You chuckle to yourself as you pry yourself off of him and straighten out your jacket.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Centineo.”

“You don’t wanna sleepover?” He says in the distance as you walk out, “Even just to cuddl-”

Click.

10:30am.

“Said play wit my pussy, but don’t play with my emotions...” You say along with Doja Cat’s ‘Rules’ as you apply finishing touches to your makeup, “If you spend some money, then maybe I just might fuck ya!”

You sway your hips side to side and as you spray Mario Badescu Rose Water on your face. 

“Wanna shake that ass, imma do that shit in slow motion!”

Your phone pings with a notification from the Postmates app.

Your Postmate, Laura, has arrived. Please come collect your order.

Knock, knock.

You run to the door, not skipping a lyric.

“You got a whole lotta cash and-” You pause, in shock.

“Didn’t know you listened to Doja Cat.” Noah says, holding your french toast and scooching past you to come inside.

You watch him enter in disbelief.

“I can’t believe you scared Laura away.” You say, crossing your arms.

“A whole mini-can of whipped cream?” He says, placing your food on the desk. “Kinky, it’s like you knew I was coming.”

“Surely you didn’t come here just to make fun of my breakfast.” You say, letting out a large exhale through your nose as your cheeks get hot.

“No, I just wanted to see if you wanted to walk down together for the press thing.” He says, walking towards you.

You turn away and head back to the bathroom.

“You’re a whole 90 minutes early.” You say before you feel a pair of hands around your waist, and lips on your neck.

You immediately roll your head back in pleasure and your nipples harden. Noah takes notice of this and cups one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his index finger and thumb.

“Mmmmmm...” You moan as you press your thighs together in attempt to stop the flood.

“No bra? Such a tease.” He says before nibbling on your neck just a bit.

Fuck this rule.

You turn around to face him and press your lips into his. He wraps his arms around you as he sucks on your bottom lip, stumbling backward with you through the narrow pathway of the bathroom to the hotel bed.

“Anyone who willingly wears a bra is a masochist.” You say, smirking as you straddle him.

He grabs the bottle of whipped cream as you straddle him and pulls the straps of your dress down, exposing your breasts. He sprays a dollop on your nipple before latching on.

You purr with approval and begin to grind into his lap, feeling him grow underneath you.

“Someone’s excited.” You say, smirking as he looks up at you.

“Are you kidding me?” He says, meeting your lips for deep, passionate kiss. “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do this?”

He flips you over in one swift motion, and slides the rest of your dress down your hips. He pauses to take off his shirt and you sit up to unzip his slacks.

“This long?” You say, rubbing him through his briefs before sliding them down. His thick member flings out immediately, no longer restricted by the Calvin Klein fabric.

You place him into your mouth and swirl your tongue around the head.

He lets out a deep moan as he fisted the back of your hair.

You began bobbing up and down until he backed out of you and bent down to meet your eye level.

“I wanna make you feel good too.” He said, gently pushing you onto the bed before pulling down your thong.

He spreads your legs and begins kissing your thighs, moving closer and closer to your wet heat. Your breath hitches in anticipation.

Finally he places his tongue on your clit, sending a wave of pulse through you system. He begins sucking on it very slowly, and uses his ring and index finger to penetrate you.

“Fuck...” You say, gripping the sheets.

Suddenly, the sensation goes away but is soon met with the thickness of his cock.

You gasp and reach for him, pulling Noah into your chest as he slowly pumps in and out of you giving you time to adjust.

“Fuck, babygirl.” He says in your ear. “Does that feel good?” He begins kissing your neck, “How does my cock make you feel?”

“So good.” You say, scratching his back with your nails as he picks up his speed.

He sucks on your left nipple before rolling the other inbetween his fingers. The combination sends you into euphoria.

He sits up and picks up the rhythm, placing your leg over his shoulder and a pillow under your ass. He begins to rub circles onto your clit.

“Don’t cum until I say so.” He says as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Y-yes, sir.” You say, barely holding on.

He thrusts get faster, but less rhythmic as your walls clenched around him.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He says, rubbing your clit faster.

“Yours.” You say breathlessly, vision blurred in euphoria.

“I can’t hear you. I said, who’s pussy is this?”

“YOURS, Noah.” You say, almost in a whine. You’re on the edge.

“T-that’s what I like to hear.” He says, nearing his edge. “Cum for me, babygirl.”

You instantly let your orgasm go, squeezing your eyes shut as your whole body convulses.

Your orgasm sends Noah over the edge as he collapses on top of you, giving a few final pumps before stopping completely.

Why is his chest wet?

You open your eyes and see that your chest is wet as well... along with the edge of the bed and the floor.

Oh my God... did I squirt?

“Oh my God, did I squirt?” You say, laughing lightly due to exhaustion.

“Yeah, you did.” He says, beaming at you. “It was so fucking hot.”

“I’ve never done with before!” You say, half in amazement and half in disbelief.

“Well, I have been known to do that to people.” He says, folding his arms to his chest.

“Shut up!” You say pushing him away with your foot.

You get up to shower again, but Noah grabs your hand and pulls you toward him.

“So, what is this? We broke the rule.” He says, avoiding eye contact.

“Professional in the streets...” You say.

“Cuddle in the sheets?” He says.

“Precisely.” You say, leaning in to kiss him.

“Deal. But only if I get to take you out on an official date after we finish press.” He says, pulling backwards.

Your cheeks get hot.

“Deal. Now c’mere.”

A/N: hOLY shit srry if this is bad I haven’t written anything in like a ~year~

[mar-bluu]

Hey @wishingforserendipity your @newsies-secretsanta here!! sorry for a few delays in posting, my computer decided to mess things up for me lol! you mentioned your favourite ship was sprace, so i wrote something for you!! (there also may or may not be a surprise at the end :3)

ship: sprace word count: 3375 warnings: a few swear words and i think thats it

The mattress groaned under his weight as Race lifted himself off the bed, heart pounding. There wouldn’t be much to be afraid of, you would think, at one of his closest friend’s house, but you’d be wrong. His hands were cold and clammy, knees shaking, and mind whirling. It was, in fact, the close friend in question who was the cause of all this. Not that he had any idea, of course. Here Race was, nearly losing his damn mind, while Spot fucking Conlon was sitting in the living room, completely and blissfully unaware of the hell he was going through.

--

Race had always had a good poker face, at least that’s what he liked to think. Spot, however, could recognise his tell from a mile off. A small press of his lips, gently rolling them between his teeth was a dead giveaway for Spot every single time, and within the last twelve hours, Race had been over, Spot had seen it a million and one times. And it wasn’t just the subtle press that clued him in on Race’s inner thoughts, the constant restlessness- tapping on his legs, eyes flicking around the room, whispering under his breath- it was enough to make Spot himself nervous. But, he considered himself a good host, and more importantly a good friend, and nothing was going to stop him from making Race as comfortable as he possibly could.

--

Tip-toeing down the hall, Race peered out into the living room, watching Spot curled up with a blanket on the couch, fixated on typing away on his laptop. Holding his breath, Race padded into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and cracking the fridge, pouring himself a glass of water as quietly as possible. His head was pounding Race raised the glass to his cracked lips, letting the water soothe his dry throat when-

“Is everything okay?”

Race jumped a foot in the air with a small yelp, clutching desperately at the glass in his hand and spun around. Spot was turned to face over the back of the couch, arms raised slightly in an apologetic gesture. “Sorry- but uh, are you okay? This is your eighth glass of water in twenty minutes, you’ve been out to grab three extra blankets and four pillows.” He straightened himself a little more on the couch. “Is the guest room uncomfortable?”

“No!” Race took a quick step forward toward the bench, eyes wide. “No,” he repeated, a little calmer, clearing his throat. “The room’s fine, everything’s fine it’s just…” He trailed off, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Weird sleeping in a house that’s not yours?” Spot finished hesitantly, cocking his head a little to the side. Race nodded slowly, pressing his lips together. Yeah. He thought, trying to ignore the way the light highlighted the angular features of Spot’s face. Let’s go with that.

--

Lies. Spot gave a small smile as Race excused himself back to the guest bedroom. He was lying. Spot didn’t know what to feel. Angry at the blatant untruths he had given him? Or hurt that Race felt that he couldn’t tell him the truth? Spot settled back onto the couch, hands resuming their position hovering over the keyboard, but the words didn’t want to work anymore so he sighed and placed his head in his hands. Somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind, a little voice whispered, its words cold and poisonous. 

He doesn’t want to be here.

Spot ran his tongue over his teeth, fixing his eyes on the wall ahead.

He doesn’t want to be near you.

Spot had ignored this voice a hundred times before, and he would ignore it another hundred if he had to. 

Why do you think he’s been acting like this? He’s distancing himself from you. He hates you. 

Spot stood up, digging his nails into his palm as he tried to force the voice out. As much as he hated to admit it, that one stung. But he had to remind himself that it was nonsense, that it was just an exaggeration fabricated by his imagination. He knew it wasn’t true. Probably. He sighed once more. Spot wasn’t sure why, but the thought of losing Race hurt him. Like really hurt him. More than he thought it would. He and Race felt so entwined with each other that Spot feared if he lost Race, he would lose a piece of himself. And just like that, the icy voice was back, louder and harsher than before, and Spot shook his arms out as he stepped into the kitchen, biting down on the inside of his cheek in an attempt to get rid of them. He picked up a glass of his own, filling it halfway with water. Maybe Race had the right idea trying to drown his uneasiness.

--

He tried to stay away. He tried to go back to bed, to close his eyes, roll over and go to sleep, he really did. But here he was, laying on the couch, heart hammering so fast he thought he it was going to burst through his chest, Spot’s fingers tugging softly but rhythmically through his hair. He had tried, and he had failed. Race stared straight up at the ceiling, butterflies swirling in his stomach as Spot’s thick fingers brushed through his curls. Spot was humming quietly, still tapping away on his laptop with his free hand, and Race wanted to throw up or pass out, or maybe both. His eyes flicked over to Spot’s face, half-hoping to catch his eye. However, this only made him feel a little guilty, for some reason, so he looked away, ignoring the rising heat in his cheeks.

Chewing on his bottom lip, Race closed his eyes and. tried to forget that it was Spot fucking Conlon who had his hand in his hair, but even with his vision dark, images of the handsome guy he was leaning on danced on the back of his eyelids, playing like an old film reel. Oh, how Race longed to open his eyes and be able to wrap Spot up in his arms, to feel the warmth of his body, toned chest and arms pressed tightly against him. How his heart ached to reach up and press his lips to Spot’s, and how it hurt him so that he couldn’t. The boy in question shifted slightly, stretching his legs out, and Race had a brief flash of panic that his head was too heavy on Spot’s lap. But his worry was short-lived, as Spot settled back into the couch, humming quietly to himself as he thought, fingers ghosting over the keyboard. Race felt a little stupid for the intense spike of cold fear, but then again, he reminded himself, anxiety is often stupid. And just like that, his brain jumped from worry, right back to Spot, his body heat providing such a comfortable, cushiony place for Race’s head. He bit back a small yawn, one that reminded him of the reason he was here in the first place; to “actually relax and try to get some sleep,” as Spot put it. However, Race had never been less relaxed in his entire life. If I’m keeping Spot up, he supposed, I should at least try to stick to the purpose of this. So, he closed his eyes, adjusted himself, and took a deep breath in.

But instead of sleep, the only thing his brain latched onto was the smell of honey, cigarettes, and lavender.

Spot.

There was no way he could sleep now. The scent filled his nose, attacking his every sense. God, how he loved that smell. He loved the way it was so soothing to him, how he could recognise it anywhere and have his face light up. And he loved how it clung to him, the threads of his clothes providing a lingering sense of comfort even when he wasn’t with Spot himself. 

Race screwed his eyes up tighter, trying to block it from his mind, wipe the small smile forming off his face, but with no avail. He was still completely overwhelmed with thoughts of Spot. Every sight, every smell, every sound, every touch, it only reminded him of the dak haired boy, and it was driving him crazy. How soft his hair was, how his rough, calloused hands fit so snuggly, so naturally, in Race’s, how he felt so safe when Spot hugged him, as if nothing or no one could hurt him while wrapped in his arms. Race’s head was whirling now, spinning with an almost paralysing effect. And then, in the midst of all this unruly, untamed chaos, spoke a voice.

Kiss him.

Kiss him.

It echoed through his mind, silencing all other noise.

Kiss him.

It sounded like such a simple thing to do, like there wasn’t a million and one things preventing him.

Kiss him.

Race took another deep breath in. he couldn’t... could he?

Kiss him.

And what if he did? What was the worst that could happen? He could ruin his friendship with Spot for good. But honestly, Race didn’t know what would hurt him more, losing one of his closest friends, or never being able to be with him the way he longed to.

Kiss him.

His breath caught in his throat and time seemed to slow as Race felt the muscles in his arm move up slowly, reaching to cup Spot’s face. He tried to go through with it, but it seemed like his soul had left his body, watching his own actions from afar. He tried, watching as his fingers flexed gently, itching to brush over Spot’s soft skin.

He tried.

Just as his hand neared the corner of his jaw, Spot turned, small, confused frown lacing his features when Race snatched his hand back. “Uh- did you need something, Race?” Spot questioned hesitantly. Race shook his head stiffly and rapidly.

“Nope! All good!” he replied. Spot opened his mouth to continue but Race cut him off. “There’s no need to worry about me,” he chuckled slightly. “just- just forget I’m even here.” Spot clamped his jaw shut, and paused slightly, frown deepening as he gave a short nod, turning back to his bright screen. Race let out a long, slow exhale.

He tried, and he failed.

--

Spot didn’t know why he’d done it, he just saw Race come back out from the bedroom once more, and before he knew it, words were flying out of his mouth. Race had stared back at him, a perfect deer-in-headlights impression, cheeks glowing bright, visible even from where Spot was seated as he patted his lap. Race had cast a quick glance back at the guest bedroom, but hesitantly stumbled his way over, and now here they were. Spot chewing on the inside of his cheek, unseeing eyes scanning his laptop screen, processing exactly none of the information shown, as the other boy lay rigidly against him, Spot stroking his hair softly. He didn’t know why he’d done it, or why Race’s weight against his leg felt so normal, felt so right, but he did know he wanted more. Spot bit down harder on his cheek, feeling his heart quicken and energy crackle through his veins, but he forced himself to remain still, lest he disturbed Race. This was to get him to relax, remember? Spot scoffed to himself. It’s not like he was relaxed to begin with, Race had been stiff as a board from the moment his head came in contact with Spot He sighed, fingers still toying with Race’s curls, he just hoped his legs were comfortable. 

Spot closed his eyes in frustration. It had just started to take a small turn up, and he had ruined it! He cursed himself mentally. Race had gently cozied himself again Spot, and he hadn’t been settled for even a minute when he couldn’t help himself and glance over, a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye, and Race was right back to his rigid state. Spot ran his tongue over his teeth, the failure of his- admittedly- half-baked idea annoying him to no end. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to scream, to yell, to whine, to plead for this to work, for something to work! What kind of friend was he if he couldn’t even help Race relax enough to sleep? He was confused, a little hurt, but mainly confused. He felt… weird. He couldn’t quite place what his emotions were doing, but it was weird. There was a small twinge that stabbed into his chest, a cold blade of pain that got worse as Spot glanced down at the still obviously uncomfortable Race. He looked away, breath hitching in his throat as his mind raced. He decided to chalk it up to lack of sleep. He continued to brush his fingers through Race’s hair, and steeling his nerves, he glanced back down at the boy splayed across his lap. His golden hair was messy, tracks from Spot’s hand creating little peaks like fine hills, delicate freckles dotted soft cheeks, creating a small speckled trail down to chapped lips, and Spot felt his cheeks heat up. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Race’s face, his eyes, or his lips. His hands twitched, itching to move from Race’s hair down to his cheek, and his heart rung loudly in his ears. He sighed, oh how he could just lean down and press a kiss to his forehead.

What?

Spot paused, brain finally catching up with what his overflowing thoughts had spewed. He didn’t know why his thoughts had spun themselves like that. It’s because he’s my friend. He rationalised. I want to kiss him in… in a friend way. Yeah. Yeah, that made sense, right? Just a quick, friendly, kiss to his forehead. Or his cheek. Or his lips. Or- 

Oh. 

He knew why he had thought, and said, and done those things. Maybe it wasn’t in a ‘friend way’. 

“Spot?” came the quiet voice of Race. “Something wrong?” Spot’s eyes flicked down to meet Race’s, panic pricking at the top of his spine. He hadn’t said any of that out loud, had he? 

“No?” he replied, cocking his head, as he tried to keep his composure. “Why?” Race pressed his lips together, averting his eyes down to the side of the couch.

“Oh, it was just that…” he trailed off with a small gesture to his hair. Spot looked down, amid of all his thinking, he had stopped running his fingers through Race’s hair.

“Ah,” he nodded slowly. “Sorry, just thinking.”

“You don’t have to apologise!” Race lifted his head, half sitting up. “Just wondered if I was too heavy.” Spot waved his hand dismissively, moving his hand down to Race’s shoulder.

“Not at all, lie back down if you want, and I can keep playing?” Race shook his head quickly, swinging his legs over the couch. He pressed his lips together again.

“I really should go to bed, I’ve kept you up longer than I should.” Spot sighed, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip to suppress a groan of annoyance, he couldn’t take this anymore.

“Okay,” he said looking up at Race, who was turned away from him now, “What is up with you?”

--

Race froze, back still to Spot. “Wh- what do you mean?” there was a loud sigh from behind him, and a creak of weight shifting from the couch.

“C’mon.” A hand on his shoulder gently turned him around. “You can’t lie to me. Something’s been bothering you from the moment you got here, and it’s not because you’re out of your house.”

“I-“ Race opened and closed his mouth, gasping like a fish out of water as he searched in vain for words that wouldn’t come. His hands shook lightly and involuntarily, heart pounding in his throat, and he felt like he was going to throw up. Spot closed his eyes, bringing his hands off of Race’s shoulders.

“Look.” He said, voice low, “You’re my friend, and above all things, I want you to be comfortable. And if there’s something I’ve done- if I’m making you uncomfortable, I can organise another place for you to stay, I’m sure Albert can-”

“No!” Race’s Eyes widened, holding his hands out in front of him. “No, it’s not that!”

“Really Race?” Spot deadpanned. “Then what is it? What’s with all the restlessness? The uneasiness? The lying?” Race pressed his lips together nervously.

“Lying? No, Spot, I-” but Spot beat him to it.

“I just want you to be straight with me. What’s wrong?” Race swallowed thickly, trying desperately to think one single, cohesive thought that explained away everything, set it all right, but what came out was;

“I love you!” 

Well that wasn’t supposed to happen. 

Race clapped his hands over his mouth, eyes the size of dinner plates, face looking like he just face-planted onto the sun, as Spot stared back at him. 

Stop! He cried internally, anxiety alarm bells ringing in his head. What am I doing!?

But he didn’t stop. In fact, his brain kept whirring and words kept pouring out of his mouth. “That’s what’s wrong okay? And- and now I’m living with you, at least temporarily, and every time I see you, I turn bright-fucking-red!” 

Spot was still standing fixed to the floor, expressionless, and Race felt his anxiety rise. How was he just standing there? Here he was, pouring his heart out to him- albeit semi-unintentionally- and Spot completely stone-faced! Oh god, what am I doing!? But he still continued to speak. 

“I can’t think right around you! My words get all muddled up and I get butterflies in my stomach, and I can’t even sleep cause every time I close my eyes a- all I can see is your damn, stupid smile!” His eyes stung as fought back tears with all his strength.

Still, Spot hadn’t moved, hadn’t said a thing. Race balled his hands into fists, nails biting into the soft flesh of his palm, words still spilling out of his mouth. 

“Honestly, sometimes I can’t stand even being in the same room as you, cause all I wanna do is run up and pull you into a kiss!” Hot tears began to spill from his eyes, leaving damp tear tracks down his cheeks.

“And- and it hurts me that I can’t!” Race wiped away the tears furiously, chest heaving as he fought to keep his emotions under control. The two of them stood there for a few seconds in a thick, tension-filled silence, only broken by the occasional muffled sob from Race.

“Well?” He spat, his attempt at anger doing a poor job of covering up his fear. ”Are you gonna say something? Anything!?”

Spot remained silent.

Race swore to himself, bringing his hands up and gripping at his hair. “Forget it.” He sighed, dragging his hands back down his face, clutching at the neck of his shirt. “That was stupid, I never should’ve-” 

But he was cut off. Cut off by something warm, something solid.

Spot had stepped forward, grabbing Race’s wrists, and pulled him into his chest, silencing him with a kiss. Race closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss, relishing in the feeling of Spot’s chapped lips against his own. Spot moved one hand up and delicately cupped Race’s jaw, brushing his thumb over his smooth skin. They broke apart after several seconds, and now, it was Race’s turn to be speechless, Spot taking his turn to speak. “I-” he began, pulling his hands back to nervously fidget with his fingers. “I’m sorry, I’m just kinda shocked.” Race laughed.

“You and me both.” Spot chuckled too, Race cautiously reaching for his hands again, smiling faintly. They stared at each other for a while longer, pressed flush chest to chest, both of their faces still glowing softly red.

“So…” Race mumbled after a second “Where do we go from this?” Spot hummed, thinking to himself as he stepped back towards the couch, sitting down and pulling Race onto his lap.

“I dunno,” he started, a half-hidden yawn cutting him off, Race following suit a split-second later, burying his face in Spot’s neck. “But would you stay with me tonight?”

--

So yeah! hope that was okay (sorry about the length i got kinda carried away :’3) also: 

:3

[stellar-starseed]

Never In A Million Years

Gif credit to owner

Group: BTS

Pairing: Yoongi x fem!reader, Jimin x fem!reader, polyamory

Summary: You have just confessed to one of your close friends that you have feelings for them. Things don’t go according to plan, and you turn to your best friend, Yoongi, for comfort.

Word count: 2,763

Chapter: 6/8

Other Chapters: Master List

Warning: 18+, sexual content, language

Note: cross posted on ao3, none of this has been edited so apologies for errors.

Chapter 6

You wake up in Yoongi’s bed to see Jimin fast asleep in front of you with his arm wrapped around you. You smiled to yourself. You thought he would’ve gone back to the dorms. It was sweet that he worried about you. You turned in his arms and realized Yoongi was on the other side of you. Startled, you gasped and his eyes open to meet yours. He mumbled an apology and explained that Jimin said it was okay. You smile at him and nod.

“Of course it’s okay. You just startled me.” You felt Jimin’s arm tighten around your waist and automatically place your hand over his. When you look up at Yoongi you can see the flicker of sadness in his eyes. Your heart immediately felt that pain. Yoongi gives you a small smile as he tries to mask it. He whispers that he’ll leave you two alone. You reach for him and place your hand firmly on his arm before he has the chance to get up. You shake your head.

“Stay.” You whisper. Yoongi relaxes back onto the pillow with a smile he can’t shake. You both lay in silence looking into each other’s eyes.

When Jimin finally stirs behind you-you feel guilty. After getting what you wanted for so long, how could you want more? You couldn’t understand how your heart was split. Everyone has always told you true love is with one very special person. Well, what if you are lucky enough to find two special people? Two people who care about you a great deal. Is that selfish?

Jimin moans in your ear and lets go of you only long enough to stretch. His arm comes back around to pull you as close as he can get you before kissing your neck.

“Did I interrupt an important conversation?” Jimin smiles and kisses your cheek.

“Nope.” Yoongi speaks up and, after breaking eye contact with you for the first time in what seemed to be over an hour, he climbs out of bed. “I’m going to head to the the studio.”

“Oh, fine.” You sigh. “Just leave me in a weakened state!” You place the back of your hand to your forehead and look away in an over dramatic effort to get Yoongi to feel guilty.

“You have Jimin.” Yoongi says with furrowed eyebrows.

“He has exams.” You pout.

“Not today, 자기 (jagi). I took my last one yesterday. Jungkook has one more today, but I’m all yours, baby.”

“See.” Yoongi rolls his eyes at your pouting face and rummages through his dresser drawers.

“I can make you feel better.” Jimin dropped his voice as he spoke next to your ear. It sent shivers down your spine. Oh how you loved his seductive voice.

“I heard that.” Yoongi said, feigning disgust as he headed for the bathroom.

Jimin giggles at his reaction, “I’ll wait until you leave...” He calls after him. “The room.” He smiles at you and takes your bottom lip into his mouth to nibble on. You see Yoongi wave his hand behind him before the bathroom door closes. Jimin pulls away once he hears the door closing and gives you a mischievous look.

“Baby.” He softly sings next to your ear. Kissing your ear, trailing down your jaw and sucking at your neck, Jimin elicits a moan from you.

“Jimin-ah, he’s going to walk in any minute.”

“That’s okay.” He pauses from his work on your neck to look at you with an innocent smile. One hand slips around the back of your neck to pull you into a deep kiss. His warm tongue expertly working its way around yours. His free hand massages your breast through the fabric of an oversized T-shirt that probably belonged to him. He pulls away from the kiss to look you in the eyes.

“Are you okay?” He questions, “I don’t want to hurt you. Does your head still hurt?” You nod a little at the second question.

When Jimin begins to pull away you pull him back, “it’s okay.” You reassure and kiss him. Jimin smiles into the kiss and continues to kiss his way down your neck. Lifting your T-shirt, he massages a bare breast with one hand while he licks and sucks around your other, purposefully avoiding your nipple. When he finally reaches your nipple you gasp as he suckles. His hands freely explore your body, rubbing, grabbing, and they’re soon followed by his mouth. He licks, sucks, and nibbles any exposed skin on his way down your body.

“Jimin.” You whisper as you hold back a moan. Biting your lip you run your hands through his soft hair. He looks up at you and smiles. Jimin loves the way you say his name when he’s trying to please you. It’s like music to his ears. He’s instantly turned on and wants to continue to coax his name from your mouth. Each new way you say it is like a small reward for him.

Jimin slips his hand into your shorts, his fingers finding their way to your already slick folds. He uses his free hand to shimmy your shorts off. Dipping a finger inside you, he continues kissing your abdomen, nibbling at our skin. His finger, now lubed with your juices finds it’s way to your clit, he adds his thumb to gently pinch your most sensitive of spots. You gasp.

“Mmm. You like that baby?” He asks. His thumb runs circles around your clit as he lets a finger slip inside you. You buck your hips at the increasing pleasure.

“Jimin, oh-fff” He sits up to kiss you. A hungry kiss, his lips assaulting yours, his tongue covering every inch he can get to.

“Let go.” He tells you when he pulls away from the kiss. He can see you grabbing onto the covers and pressing your head back into the pillow. He adds a finger inside you. His thumb still working at your clit as his fingers hit your g spot expertly. His rhythm is driving you crazy. His thumb releases your sensitive clit when he feels your legs tense up.

“Ah, mmm.” You moan out. You’re all breath at this point, tucking your hips back to direct him back to your clit. You look down to see Jimin smiling at you and then his head dips between your legs. His soft lips wrapping around your sensitive bud. His tongue slips out to swirl circles around your clit before he licks down to your opening, fingers still inside you. He licks his way back up and laps at your clit.

“Jim—in.” You moan. One of his favorite things, aside from hearing his name escape your beautiful mouth, was when he knew you were so lost in ecstasy that you couldn’t actually say his name. It became a jumbled mess of attempts at calling his name out and moans.

“That’s it baby. Let go, cum for me.” He says as he pulls away momentarily. Diving right back in he licks a thick stripe up your pussy and continues his assault on your twitching bud of nerves as his fingers curl inside you. You were squirming underneath him, your thighs press against his face. Your fingers slip through his hair again and tug at his locks. His free hand tried to hold one of your thighs in place.

“Fuck, Jimin. Ah, I’m cumming.” You tense up as you reach your climax, shuddering under his continued assault of your clit. You look down, panting and whimpering, to watch Jimin lap up your release. He climbs on top of you and places the softest of kisses on your lips before he sits back. He stares down at you with such an admiration. You can’t bring yourself to question him. At this point it would take too much energy that you didn’t have.

Jimin tugs your shirt down to cover you up and pulls the blanket over the both of you. He lays his head on your chest. You wrap your arms around him. The bathroom door opens. Yoongi slowly peeks his head out in your direction.

“You said you were going to wait until I left.” He squints at Jimin.

“I did wait until you left.” Jimin’s innocent smile was enough to make Yoongi chuckle and shake his head.

“Sorry.” You mumble.

“So, are you feeling better?” Yoongi questions, sitting down to pull his shoes on. You glance over at him to see a smirk on his face. “I know I am.”

Jimin sits up and looks over at Yoongi. “Did you get off to this?” Yoongi looks at Jimin for a moment, his smirk ever present, and shrugs.

“You did?” You question. A laugh escapes before you can hold it back and Jimin looks to you before he starts to chuckle himself. He shrugs and lays his head back down on your chest.

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Jimin had waited on you hand and foot all morning. He wasn’t only making sure you didn’t lift a finger, but he was also pampering you. You had gotten a massage, your nails painted, and now you were binge watching Game of Thrones with matching face masks on. You were pretty sure that if you hadn’t already fallen for him before this that you had fallen hard in a single day.

“You need anything else, baby?” He questions as he sets a steaming mug of tea in front of you.

“I’m okay, 자기.” You smile at him. A smile slowly grew on his face as he stared at you.

You looked around and back at him. “What?”

“That’s the first time you’ve called me that.” His smile is even wider now. If you didn’t have a face mask to cover it up he would be met with a deep blush.

“Well, babe, get used to it.”

“I definitely will. I’m already loving it.” He sits back down and pulls you close. You rest your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you. You snuggle up to him and begin to immerse yourself in the show he had tried to get you to watch for some time.

“I’ve been thinking...” he says after the episode ends.

“That the Queen needs to die? God she’s such a bitch.” He chuckles at your comment.

“I forgot you haven’t seen this before.” He removes your mask and then his own. “I was thinking about us...and...”

Turning around to face him you ask, “What about us? Are you having second thoughts?”

“God no. Never. I just, Well, you and Yoongi- I guess I’m just curious if there are feelings there? He’s hot and you had a relationship that I kind of barged in on.”

“Well, I’m not going to lie this situation has happened in such a weird way. Never would’ve guessed it would’ve worked like this, but yes. To answer your question. I did. Do? I-shit. I’m sorry.” You can feel your heart rate pick up. You can’t believe you just admitted that to him. This will ruin everything. You sat back away from Jimin who was now silent.

“Hmm.” He said and went silent again for some time. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t want to lie to him, but maybe you should have held back. You didn’t even think about it before you blurted everything out.

Yoongi had been on your mind a lot lately. You had wished to kiss him and cuddle with him so many times. You didn’t once want to give up what you and Jimin were starting to build, but you also found yourself wondering what you and Yoongi had started to build. The feelings you were realizing you had for Yoongi weren’t something new. You had began to realize these last few months that you had buried your feelings long ago. It had been so long that you thought they were gone.

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Senior year of high school came and went for you and Yoongi. Since You and Yoongi had a tendency to spend so much time lounging around his parents house, they insisted you both get summer jobs. You obliged and ended up working at a vintage music shop together. Filing old records, cleaning off the public headphones, and ringing up customers took up the better part of your work days. It was worth it to listen to the mixes Yoongi came up with after work. He was always finding something new to use.

Your only parent was busy working, so you were often over at Yoongi’s for dinner. Most nights you snuck in his bedroom window to sleep over. His parents thought you two would end up together, his little brother often referred to you as his girlfriend. Many of your acquaintances thought you were dating as well. You were too shy to admit you liked him as more than a friend. Yoongi was your only real friend and you cherished your time with him, so you didn’t want to do something to derail your friendship.

Summer was nearing an end when you decided that maybe you should tell Yoongi about your feelings. You were both going to separate colleges and you weren’t going to be seeing as much of each other. Maybe if you told him how you felt things would turn into something more. Maybe you would visit each other on weekends and holidays. Maybe you could after all be more than friends.

You were day dreaming scenarios while you cleaned up the listening booths. You were jarred from your thoughts when the shrill ring of the shop phone reached you. You glanced up to see Yoongi was putting records back in order. You smiled to yourself. Today could change your relationship for the better. You stepped out of the last booth.

“Yoongi, it’s for you.” The manager held out the phone to Yoongi. You furrowed your eyebrows. Who would be calling him at work? You shrugged it off. You had ten minutes left before work was over and you were planning to spend it lazing around.

“No. No, no, no. No!” Yoongi repeated. His voice was breaking and you felt in your heart that it was something big. You dropped your cleaning supplies and headed over to Yoongi. He let the phone drop to the floor and he shortly joined it.

“Yoongi,” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and you could feel he was shaking. “What happened?” You wanted to tear up. Your best friend, the toughest person you knew, the unbreakable Min Yoongi, was broken. Tears were running down his face. He was silent, but his mouth was agape as if he was trying to scream.

He sucked in as much air as he could, “My parents-“ he sobbed. Tears were now streaming down your cheeks. Your heart was breaking right there and you were at a loss for what to do.

“They’re gone!” He screamed. Your manager picked up the phone in front of you and asked you to take Yoongi home. You nodded and helped Yoongi to his feet. Your arms never left his shoulders.

When you reached his house you saw Jungkook on the steps with his knees pulled to his chest. His face was buried in his hands and he was audibly crying. You suddenly couldn’t get enough oxygen. The people you cared about most in this world had lost everything in one day.

You found out later that it was a car accident. A tire blew out on a large truck and it took out the Min’s car. They died instantly. Yoongi was alone, just him and his little brother. He was now left with a grand responsibility. You did the best you could to support him through the hardest time in his life. You brought him food. You helped Jungkook as much as you could. You saved money just to buy them things that they might need.

You felt so stupid when you looked back and thought about how much you had wanted to confess your feelings to Yoongi. There you were day dreaming about a fairytale future with him, and it was so abruptly interrupted when his parents were taken. Those feelings became so incredibly unimportant. All that mattered was Yoongi and Jungkook and making sure they were okay. You couldn’t tell him how you felt after that. You wanted nothing more than to be the best support system you could be. You were going to help him through however you could and that meant keeping stupid romantic feelings out of the equation.

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104 Cornelia Street

Summary: Bucky has fallen hard for his childhood best friend and makes the decision of a lifetime.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Modern!AU)

Word Count: approx. 2,550

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of a character’s menstrual cycle, mentions of bullying and very minor violence, mentions of character death, swearing.

A/N: This was written for @welldonebeca​‘s song challenge! My song was Cornelia Street by Taylor Swift. It’s a bit late, but I’m pretty satisfied with how it turned out. All mistakes are my own.

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“Give it back!”

Bucky’s boyish giggles echoed as he ran down the hall. You chased him, bare feet tapping rapidly on the hardwood floor. Your doll was gripped tightly in his hand above his head

“James!” 

He came to an abrupt stop in the living room. His mother stood in the archway to the kitchen, a curl in her brow and a wooden spoon gripped in her hand. 

“Give it back,” she spoke, her voice soft yet stern, “and apologize.”

Bucky’s mother is a kind woman. She doesn’t often raise her voice, and she loves her family more than anything. But that wooden spoon - it gave her powers that instilled fear into even his father. 

He fiddled with the doll in his hands as he watched his mother with apprehension. She raised her eyebrows at him. His gaze sheepishly moved to you and the angry pout on your face.

With a quiet sigh, he held out your doll, his eyes on the floor. “I’m sorry.”

You snatched it from his hands, pulling it tightly to your chest.

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He was ready to pull his hair out.

He’s been on hold for the past thirty minutes, listening to annoying elevator music. He nearly jumped from his seat when a voice was suddenly on the other line.

“Uh, yeah,” he cleared his throat, adjusting his position at the dining table. “No, I just need one.”

A roll of his eyes. “Yes, 8 p.m., if it’s available.”

The manager on the other line was obviously annoyed, but Bucky’s patience was wearing thin, as well. “That’d be great,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Thank you.”

Once the line was dead, he dropped his phone to the table and rested his head in his hands.

Not only was he a nervous wreck, but he never knew this would be so damn hard.

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It was that time of year again. Leaves were changing, the air grew colder, and yet, you insisted on having the windows open.

And that’s where he found you - curled up on your window sill with your favorite book (the one he bought you), a hot mug of tea, and the sweater that you stole from him in high school.

A gentle breeze blew at your hair, pulling the strands away from your face as your eyes scanned the page. His sweater was balled up in your fist as you chewed your nails in concentration.

“Do I have something on my face?”

He hadn’t even realized he was staring.

You were smirking at him over the edge of your book, eyebrows raised and that sparkle in your eye that he could only hope was reserved for him.

“Yeah, your face.” 

His laughs echoed as he ducked to avoid your flying throw pillow. Just as soon as you were off of your perch, he was racing his way through your shared apartment.

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There were so many choices. All of them were beautiful, glistening in the lights above them. Bucky occasionally glanced at the jeweler, biting at his lip and running a nervous hand through the scruff on his chin. 

He’s been doing this for the better part of an hour, pacing around the display cases and asking himself the same questions; would you like it? Would you even want it? Would you want him?

His mind stopped rambling when he saw it. A simple silver band with one single, delicate crystal clear diamond in the center. It may be simple, but it was way out of his price range. 

He decided it didn’t matter. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet and dug for his credit card, tossing it on the counter, his eyes never leaving this perfect little ring. 

“This one.”

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“You did what?” Mascara streaked down your cheeks from your tears, your eyes puffy and red. Your dress was ruffled, your heels hanging from the tips of your fingers as you stared at him in disbelief.

He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t handle the tone of your voice and how you watched him with confusion and anger swirling in your eyes - those eyes he loves so much that are now looking down on him. 

“He was gonna hurt you,” he mumbled, holding back his own tears as his eyes and throat burned. He couldn’t look at you - he didn’t want to see your disappointment and broken heart. “I couldn’t let him.”

“I loved him.”

The words cut him like a serrated knife, straight through his heart and out the other side. You loved him - not Bucky. “I know,” he spoke again, raising his bowed head to look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry.”

A sudden rage took over you, your jaw tightening as you stared at him. He was genuinely apologizing - he knew he fucked up, but you didn’t care. The one time you get a date and Bucky’s selfishness takes over. 

“No,” you hissed, not caring when he flinched. “You don’t get to pull this shit. You may be my best friend but you don’t have any right to meddle in my personal life.”

Bucky’s heart hammered in his chest when you marched past him, down the hall, and into your room. He followed quickly behind and arrived soon enough to watch you shove clothes and the essentials into your old backpack. 

You’re leaving him. Eighteen years of friendship and he fucked it all up. You’re right, he should have never done anything but he can’t let someone take you away. Yes, it’s selfish, but his heart won’t let him watch you walk away with someone else’s hand in yours.

He was snapped back to reality when you shoved him out of the way, the heels of your sneakers muffling your heavy footfalls as you marched towards the front door.

“Y/N, wait-”

You didn’t pause. Didn’t even spare him a look over your shoulder. Before he could reach you, you had opened the door and slammed it in his face. 

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His foot hasn’t stopped tapping and he’s sure he’s never sweat this much in his life. Second thoughts have been flying through his head all week. Not that he didn’t love you or didn’t want to do this. He’s been waiting his whole life for this chance and he wasn’t going to miss it.

But what if you said no? What if you walked away again? What if you didn’t like it, or if you didn’t want this? Want him? He could feel the bile sting his throat; he’d hate himself if he pushed you away again.

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The city was busy, even this late in the evening, which was something that was making Bucky panic. 

Your cab had taken off faster than he could get out the door and now you were somewhere in the city, completely lost to him. Every car looked the same, and they were moving too fast for him to catch the faces through the windows.

Running his hands through his hair, he gripped it tightly as tears threatened to fall again. He wanted to lay down in the middle of the sidewalk - in the middle of the city - and cry. Let his tears dry up, maybe drag himself back home. 

His frantic eyes and the shuffle of his feel halted as he caught the glowing sign of the subway. He took off in a sprint without thinking, tripping down the stairs and through the late-night passengers. 

Bucky’s eyes searched the crowd. He even stood on a bench to get a better view. 

He caught sight of a color - that worn red backpack that stuck out in the sea of black and grey.  Then the denim jacket, and the hair. You were headed toward the ticket booth.

“Y/N!”

A shout of your name and your brows drew together. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw him pushing through the crowd with that ugly tan jacket you’ve been trying to get him to throw out. 

Turning back around with an annoyed huff, you pull your bag higher on your shoulder and get in line for your ticket. A hand circles your elbow a moment later, and you know it’s no stranger.

You’d know the touch anywhere. The one that holds you when you have nightmares, that feels your forehead for a fever when you’re sick. It’s the touch that danced with you at your senior prom, that holds your hair back when you’ve drank too much.

You don’t dare look at him. Your throat is already burning but you’re not sure if you can cry anymore.

“Y/N, please,” he pleaded, gently turning you towards him. Your eyes stayed on his shoes. “Please look at me.”

Your chest shook with labored breath, your gaze scanning up his chest, soon connecting with those steel-blue eyes that you fell in love with in first grade.

“I fucked up, I know.” His voice was hoarse. “You deserve to be happy. But I can’t-”

He took a deep breath, hanging his head as he felt his tears finally fall. When he looked back up at you, his lip was trembling. 

“I can’t let you walk away,” he whispered, a single tear running down his cheek. “Please.”

“Bucky-”

“I love you.” 

His grip on you was loose; you could run away if you wanted to. His frantic, desperate eyes searched your face. He was scared, horrified that he was never going to see you again. He was terrified that he had ruined years of laughter and bad mixed drinks, all with a stupid, selfish mistake.

You didn’t run. Your dam broke, a choked sob falling from your throat as you wrapped your arms around his torso, gripping that ugly tan jacket that you hate. His cologne is a comfort, along with the heavy weight of his arms around your waist and shoulders. 

Bucky buries his face into your hair, inhaling the scent of your cheap shampoo as your tears soak his shirt. He doesn’t care, though. He holds you tight, places a kiss on the crown of your head, and moves in a gentle sway as you bury your face in his chest, right in the middle of a subway station.

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“Is this really necessary?”

“You don’t wanna ruin the surprise, do you?”

“James Barnes, I swear, if this is gonna be like the cake incident then you can take me home.”

“Good thing we don’t have to go far, then.”

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The sun beat down on his back, its unforgiving rays sure to leave his skin red. The earth was hard under him as he sat in silence, the only noise being the wind through the trees. A felt box was held delicately between his fingers.

“I love her.” He let a smile take over his face and a light chuckle leave his chest. “But you already knew that.”

His eyes danced along the lettering of two names engraved on the stone in front of him. 

“I’m going to ask her to marry me tomorrow.” 

Bucky averted his gaze back to the box in his hands. 

“I guess I’m just here to ask permission.” He offered no one a solemn smile. “I won’t hurt her. I’ll treat her right, I’ll do everything I can to make her happy. She won’t go hungry and she won’t ever be cold.”

He sniffled, giving a nod as he ran his fingers along the edge of the felt box. 

“I’ll love her like you did.”

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Light flooded your vision as he removed the blindfold. The streetlight above you hummed as lit the sidewalk in a soft, yellow glow. It took a moment for your vision to clear, but when it did, you’re sure your heart skipped.

The first thing your eyes caught was the building. The chipped paint on the bricks, that one uneven step that used to be covered in colored chalk, and that window that would never shut right. The number on the door.

With a quick turn to the lamppost, the street name was still there in its perfect cursive, though weathered. 

104, Cornelia Street.

Your childhood home. Bucky’s childhood home. The small apartment that you’ve lived in since the age of three until college graduation. It’s the only place you ever remember calling home. He brought you home.

The creak in the wood floor of the hallway, the light switch in the bathroom that doesn’t work. The way the smoke alarm would go off anytime you would cook anything, so you’d have to smack it with a towel until it shut up.

You looked at Bucky with a drawn brow. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, a shy smile on his face.

“I remember when you moved in,” he started, gesturing towards your old home. “I was jealous that my Ma was giving you attention. I also remember stealing your doll when we were 8, and having a milkshake drinking contest when we were 12.”

He took a step closer.

“I remember when you got your period. You were too scared to tell Ma, so you told me instead.”

The memory made you chuckle. “She freaked out.”

He grinned and nodded as he shuffled on his feet. “I remember when Adam Smith stole your ice cream in 5th grade.”

“You punched him.”

“And got suspended,” he laughed.

“I remember prom,” he said quietly, after a moment of silence. “That’s when I fell in love with you. You were beautiful - your hair pulled up, that glittery eyeshadow, that dress.” A pause as he shook his head. “God, you were an angel.”

He was a breath away now, so close you could smell his cologne. 

“I remember the first time I broke your heart. I was young and stupid, and it damn near killed to see you walk away, knowing it was my fault. I thought I was gonna lose you forever.”

You could see it in his eyes, on his face, and even in the way he was standing so close you could hear his heartbeat - he meant his words. His smile was contagious, but that little quirk at the corner of his lips told you he knew something you didn’t. 

He hesitated, teeth biting at the inside of his lip. He could feel the sweat dripping down the back of his neck and his heart beat so hard it could probably break his ribs. “Bucky?”

He nodded, shaking his head at himself; he felt stupid, standing there mumbling and rambling on because he’s nervous.

“I love you, with everything I have, and everything I don’t.” His fingers rubbed along the edge of that felt box in his pocket. “I asked for their permission yesterday. Felt like it was the right thing to do. I hope they said yes, ‘cause I don’t know if I can wait anymore.”

“Bucky-”

He’s 100% sure he’s going to go into cardiac arrest. With a shaky sigh through his nose, he lowers himself down on his knee, his sweaty fingers pulling that felt box from his pocket. 

“Oh God, Buck.” You didn’t know whether to cry, laugh, or throw up - maybe all three. You never thought you’d see Bucky Barnes down on one knee with a ring in his hand.

“Will you marry me?”

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Without Question (9)

Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Content: impulsive SMUT

Warnings: Pure SMUT. Young babies who are not 18+ yet please refrain from reading this.

Word Count: It just came out of nowhere, really. I am surprised as much as the next person but here we are. Maybe it was some latent thirst that suddenly resurfaced, ya know. As long as my WIPs be completin’ I’m good.

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"House. Now." You don't let him say another word as you drag Steve towards your house by the corner of his Henley. The kiss was wonderful, no doubt about it. But the last three days were a turmoil inside you, literally and figuratively, and Steve was one of the reasons for it. You need more. You want more. Turns out, so does Steve. The longing ache inside him seems to swirl in his belly as he has tasted you now. In the silent war going inside him, you seem to be the neutral ground he has found after so long. He needs you. Letting go of his shirt, you grab his hand and break into a run towards the familiar structure that is your home as the clouds rolling above the two of you start turning grey, the chilled wind ringing the alarms of the incoming thunderstorm. Steve entangles his fingers in yours, your burning skin sends electricity coursing throughout his existence, questioning his luck to have found you in this chaos. The first hard huge drops fall over your burning skin just as you reach the steps of the porch. Without so much as a warning, you bring Steve forward, pushing him with your everything into the door before planting your fervent lips over his, done waiting.

Steve does not mind the visible thirst at all. To your surprise, he welcomes it by digging his fingers into your hips, drawing your body closer to him, the fabric between your fired up skin being the only boundaries for now as he runs his tongue down your throat, chasing every corner, marking it as his. He is as ravenous as you by this point, done with the pain and angst building inside him. To hell with the world. Right now, you are the only thing he wants to revolve around. And the feeling is mutual. Your hands are already in his hair, his beard moving against your skin, lighting it up with sparks you feel throughout your being. You bite his lips, tasting the rain over the supple pink as you draw your hips over his thigh, moaning deliciously into his mouth while your hands chase the goosebumps under his shirt over his hard muscles, feeling him shiver under your touch. Oh, the man crumbles, a voice inside you calls out but you do not pay heed. There is no need to. Today it's not the sketches inside your head but the strokes in the reality that you are bound on chasing. As your lips part for a painful instant, you notice his blue is dark, darker than the night he appeared like he wanted to devour you. His hands move down to your robe, landing on your heated skin, moving to your ass, grabbing it before lifting you up, letting you wrap your legs around his hips. His mouth is all over you. His tongue runs up your neck, making you grab his tightened muscles in his arms as he clicks open the door and takes you both inside. Manoeuvring clumsily around the living room, he makes his way to your room, closing the door behind you before gently slamming you into it, driving his aching erection against your needy cunt. A broken gasp erupts through your lungs as you respond by your hips over the bulge in his pants. "Come," you state breathlessly, "let me take care of this," undoing your hold around his hips to stand on your feet. Steve stops breathing, his eyes grabbing onto yours, as your hands move down to undo his belt, the brush against his exposed skin making him tremble and his breath erratic, driving you further into an ecstatic swirl. Within seconds his pants and boxers are on the floor and you are slowly pushing him back onto your bed. Removing his shirt, you force him down into the white sheets, planting wet needy kisses over his chest, leaving a trail as you move down. A crumbled gasp escapes Steve as he feels his length in your hands, the gentle fingers spreading the precum, giving it a pump or two before your tongue is breaking his shell apart bit by bit, letting him moan with the kind of pleasure he does not remember savouring in this lifetime. His head is going further down into the pillow while his hand finds your hair as you run his length up and down your throat with an occasional tease around his frenulum, causing him to grunt and shudder, avoiding the overt urge to drive his hips up. Another run of your tongue and his hand is grabbing onto your hair for dear life, making you moan all around him, sending his already swelling cock into a flurry. "Hh-w-ai-o-hh-h-" Nothing makes sense in his scrambled mind as his brows crinkle up and his mouth opens in a muted felicity, when you curl your lips just a little to barely run your teeth over his length, moaning through your throat again, letting the vibrations work through him, all the while your own core throbs for some attention. "S-s-top 'm about tuh-" The words don't find their end. You feel powerful as you watch the man who has been the cause of your sweet nightmares, your sweats, your shudders, your aching chore- now wet and wanting more- lying under you trying to catch his breath after the pure bliss that you are the cause of. Planting kisses on his jaw, you let your tongue run a wet trail by his neck as your teeth tease his sweaty skin before nibbling around the sweet spots over his shoulder. Your arms prevent you from falling over him by grounding you when you feel him drive his hips up in between your legs, his hands are working on getting off your robe to let them finally feel your bare skin on his. You plan to give him more than that. Moving your hips, you let your wet folds get a taste of his heated length, already feeling the waves teasing your thirsty shores. And without more delay, you let your needy pussy finally feel the hard cock as it goes inside you. Your breath breaks. So does Steve's. Your back arches, the electrifying rush creeping over you. Your hands ground you as they rest over his chest while his grab your thighs before running up to your ass, digging his fingers in, not wanting to let go. Your aching walls crave for friction, forcing you to move, your every sensual movement a slow dance in those blue eyes that do not falter from your perfect form over them. Sparks fly at the back of your eyes as Steve's length runs doggedly over your sweet spots, letting your walls quiver in delectation. The pale fingers dig into your skin every time you come down, creating an eruption of goosebumps all over your surface. Steve drives his hips higher into you, your cracked moan filling up the air that has gone colder with the hail bursting down outside your doors and windows. His hands wander up as your muscles flex with every move, feeling the peaks and valleys- as you ride him in slow rhythm- giving the much-needed attention to your breasts, massaging them, teasing the nipples, calling them to stand up while he drove harder into you. Your pace increases, so does his, the thrusts getting harder, sending you higher, your fingers burning into his skin for an anchor. Wild grunts leave your lungs as your walls tighten along his length, the hot ache wanting to burst. "Steve," you call out his name in between the moans that now know no restraints. He leaves the messed sheets to sit up and pulls your thighs further towards him in a quick pull that lands your back into your mattress. Your legs are wrapped around his hips now. Your lower back has left the sheets to come closer over his thighs as he takes charge. Thrusts get harder and faster. His hardness is the perfect blend of pleasure surmounting the needy aches of your starving walls, hitting every corner that can light up inside you and make you audibly squirm under him, call out his name like a sacred chant that has the potential to give you the perfect bliss. Steve knows he can. And so he does. The wilder his hips move, the louder you cry out in ecstasy, positive emotions flowing from every single sensation you feel. "Yes," your heavy breath tries to make a sound when your back arches higher to heighten the fireworks going on inside you. The walls tighten on his swelling length, forcing you to ride further into each other; the thrusts getting sloppier, the grunts getting feral; the nails leaving marks of the impact in the moment. Steve's hand moves between your thighs to find your clit, fingers rubbing the swollen bundle the right way as you feel yourself tighten further around him, forcing out positive grunts from his throat while your body tries not to give out till after the climax, your mouth agape, your breath caught in a soft pause, your toes curling up as the edge draws closer. "Y/N." That's it. Your name out of Steve's breathless state breaks the dams. The orgasmic groan echoes through the voltaic air while your limbs shiver violently through the sloppy ride as Steve finds his own orgasmic outburst right after you. Slow, hard and shuddering thrusts in between your legs and delicious bites on your wounded shoulder end the man. His head finds a place in the nook of your neck to bring his normal breaths back, his beard scratching your skin, sending microscopic sparks all the way down still. Your hands find his hair, caressing it as your lips kiss his temple. The sweat over the cooling surfaces rolls down with gravity, not bothering in the least the eyes that find each other again. With the softest touch over the others face, feeling the effects they had on the other before a soft kiss seals their unspoken declarations for good. Carefully pulling away from you, Steve takes care of you- better than anyone you have been with. Pulling out the duvet tucked at the foot of the bed, he pulls it over a tired you and himself before pulling you in his embrace. Your arms wrap around his torso- already declaring his wonderful existence your new haven- as he kisses your forehead. burying yourself in his chest that smells purely of him but with ten times the intensity, you feel his arms engulf you perfectly in his flushed cocoon. "Steve..." Your voice is barely a whisper. "Yes, doll?" His thumb softly strokes your back, keeping any unwanted meandering thoughts at bay. He dips his head to look at you when you don't say anything for some time. "I don't want to lose you," your whisper finally breaks. His embrace gets tighter around you. You don't want it any other way. "You won't," he states softly with a lingering kiss over your lips, "I promise you." You nod at his assurance and pass a smile before resting your head back on his chest. The storm crackles outside the bubble of warmth that is your home with the man you have seemingly given your heart to. You lie awake to breathe in every bit of his presence before sleep crawls under the covers beside you and lulls you to another place, safe in his arms for now. Safe till you fulfil the promise you have made to yourself.

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[writerpeach]

Chaeyoung's Slick

Twice Chaeyoung

3100 words

Categories: male reader, smut

NSFW 18+

Chaeyoung was cuddling next to you in bed, she had insisted on watching some French hipster art indie film that couldn’t decide whether it wanted to be in black and white or color, you were barely paying attention, instead focused on the curves on her body.

“Are you that bored babe? It’s not that bad is it?” Chaeyoung asks, slightly worried but with a laughter in her voice. .

“It’s fine, I’m just… not in the mood to read subtitles.”

“Maybe this will help. “ she says, reaching over grabbing a handful of your crotch.

“Hey, I can at least give it a shot.”

“I’m not stopping you, just enhancing your experience, keep watching.”

“You really expect me to pay attention to this when you’re making me hard?” You tell her as a grin washes over your face.

“Oh fine, we’ll finish it later then.“

Chaeyoung rolls over on top of you, placing both hands on both of your shoulders as she leans in and kisses you, her lips press against yours as the sweet taste of cherry hits you. She pulls on the collar of your shirt, “Get rid of this.”

You do as told and pull your shirt over your head as she simultaneously does the same, throwing her black and white striped shirt on the floor and quickly unhooking her lavender bra, uncovering her small, but cute yet perky breasts. As soon as your shirt is off so are her pants, leaving her in a matching lacey pair of lavender underwear with a bow in the center.

Chaeyoung begins to kiss your chest, inching further down your body and dragging her nails lightly down your stomach until her hands meet the button of your pants, she makes quick work of unfastening them and drags both pants and boxers down, releasing your hardened cock from the shackles of clothing.

She was always surprised by the size of your cock, she had taken it before many times, but it still slightly intimidated her. She lies flat on her stomach in front of your crotch, bare feet in the air and parts your legs. Chaeyoung takes your cock in one dainty hand and wraps around it with her soft fingers, stroking softly, ensuring your full hardness until her tongue touches the base of your shaft, slowly gliding up forward and then back down, wanting to tease you at first and not quite touching your head yet.

Chaeyoung holds your cock up and rests both hands at the base, pressing her lips deeply against the side of your shaft and slowly gliding up and down. Her wet tongue finally makes it to the tip of your cock, she swirls circles around, painting around your slit and sending shivers up your spine.

She grows tired of her mouth being empty, Chaeyoung brings her lips to your hard cock and wraps them around your swollen head, pressing tightly and fondling your balls at the same time. She begins her assault on your senses as she sucks your cock slowly, deliberately, taking her time with you and wanting to watch you lose yourself as she bobs her head up and down.

Chaeyoung gave really, really good head, the other girls taught her well, letting her practice on various dildos they had lying around. Those thick plump lips of hers felt heavenly draped around your cock. It wasn’t often that you got to experience such a long, drawn out blowjob, usually your time with Chae was short as she was often busy with schedules, you were both thankful to have a day off at the same time.  

Giving your cock a break as she takes your left ball into her mouth, sucking it intensely, making deep slurping sounds as she jerks off your cock, moving to your right ball and repeating the process, then alternating between the two.

Chaeyoung puts a hand on your left thigh and tries to take more of you into her small mouth, she really struggles a bit as she pulls away. Her gag reflex had lessened with every blowjob she gave, but she still had trouble with your entire length.

“You don’t have to take it all babe, it’s fine if-”

Chaeyoung interrupts you, “I can do it baby, please, I want to. Let me try and take it all.”

You're not about to to deny one of the hottest requests anyone has given you, you watch again as she slowly tries to deepthroat you, coaching her through the experience.

“Take it slow if you need to baby, don't take any more than you feel comfortable with.”

She tries again and makes it past your shaft to the halfway point before she has to come back up, she takes a moment to recover but she's absolutely determined to take it all, nothing will stop her at this point.

Once again she takes your cock into her mouth, inching further and further towards the bottom of your base, she's not quite there yet but god does it still feel so good.

“That's it baby, you can do it, you're almost there.”

Chae needs one more break, she knows she can do it and was really, really trying her hardest, the praise from you was really helping motivate her, she knew she could do it.

As if something had come unleashed, she slides her lips down the entirety of your cock, finally reaching the end of your base with her throat, she stays there for as long as she can before releasing you and needing to catch her breath.

“Holy shit, you did it baby, I'm so proud of you!”

Chaeyoung is over the moon with accomplishment. “Does it feel good? Does it feel good now that I can take you fully into the back of my throat?” She barely gives you a chance to recover, wanting to show off her new founded ability, she takes your hard cock down into the back of her throat, deepthroating you nice and slowly.

“God, Chae, that feels so good, if you keep at that I’m gonna cum inside that pretty mouth. “

If she heard you she didn’t care, Chaeyoung was on a mission, and that was to thoroughly drain your balls inside her. You try and hold out as long as you can, but her new deepthroating skills throw you over the edge, it’s just way too much to handle.

“Oh my god, Chae, I’m gonna fucking cum.”

You sink into the bed as the tightness in your balls releases and you erupt, thick hot semen flows out of your tip, filling up her open, warm mouth, and shooting deep into her throat, she never takes her eyes off you as your orgasm mercifully slows down to a halt. Your load was a bit too much for Chaeyoung, she rushes to swallows it all to prevent herself from choking as she releases you from her grip.

"Fuck, that felt so good. You're incredible at that."

Chaeyoung gives you a few moments to recover, and then licks her lips.

"Come taste me now. You’re not done with me."

Chaeyoung lays back on the bed, resting her head against the pillows, she bites her lip hard and makes a “come here” motion with her finger, wanting you to completely own her.

You lay down on top of her, staring into her eyes as you feel completely lost in them, your lips meet hers as you cup the right side of her face with one hand, she wraps both hands around the nape of your neck as the two of you engage in lustful, full kisses, savoring one another as both of your tongues play around with each other. Chaeyoung is surprisingly rougher than you, she bites your lower lip hard, almost enough to leave blood.

You break the kiss and move your mouth towards the left side of her inviting neck, aggressively sucking and kissing at her soft milky skin, the other Twice members will get mad at you for leaving a mark on her, but you really don’t care, you need to let her know she’s yours. Your head lowers down to her chest, her breasts were smaller than the rest of the members, but no less desirable. You take her right nipple into your mouth, already hard and sensitive as you roll your tongue around it, taking your other hand and pinching her left nipple and she cries out. You paint wild strokes over each and every part of her nipple, alternating between left and right breasts until you've had your fill.

Moving ever so slowly, you lead a trail of kisses down her lower body, halting at her stomach and making sure you mark every part of her firm abs with your lips.

You dig your fingers in the waistband of her underwear, paying attention to the wet spot in the center of her crotch, as you pull her garment slowly down her muscular legs and over her feet before it joins the pile of clothes already on the ground.

Finally you make your way to that delicious area in between her thighs, just past her trimmed bush, as your tongue escapes from your mouth to her lower lips and darts around her folds. Chaeyoung’s nectar collects on your tongue, she tastes delicious, a pleasant bittersweet taste that you just can’t get enough of, a mixture of musk and strawberries. If it wasn’t for her busy schedules you would eat her pussy out for hours every single day and never, ever get tired of it.  

Your tongue forms figure-eights around her wetness, she squirms and moans as you make your way to her hardened clit, swirling around it before taking it into your mouth and suckling on it, driving Chaeyoung absolutely wild as she grabs a handful of hair roughly, trying to anchor herself in anyway possible.

“Fu-fuck! That feels so good, keep doing that.“

You suck and release her clit several times, staring into her eyes as Chaeyoung’s hips buck and her moans become louder and louder with each release, she grabs the back of your head and wraps her right foot around her your neck, pushing you down into her and borderline suffocating you with her pussy.

You explore every inch of her with your tongue, eating her out sloppily, rubbing circles around her clit with your thumb, Chaeyoung wants to cum badly, but suddenly stops you and pushes your face away.

“Just use your fingers now, I wanna cum on them. Don’t stop until I tell you to. ”

Chaeyoung spreads her legs wide for you as you bring your middle finger to her warmth and caress the edge of her folds, gathering moisture around your fingertips as you slip inside her gently, her walls tighten around your digit as it disappears inside her.

Your ring finger joins, expanding her pussy slightly, filling both fingers to the hilt, unrelentingly fingerfucking her as she becomes wetter and wetter. Your fingers dip in faster, you manage to find her G-spot, as she throws her head back.

“Oh fuck! Right there baby, that’s it, don’t stop.“

“Wouldn’t dream of it. “

That familiar feeling was starting to boil inside Chaeyoung’s stomach, but this time it had a different variation from her regular orgasms, she's unsure what is happening to her body but before she has any time to process it suddenly overtakes her.

“Wait-  baby, I think i’m going to-”

As soon as those words leave her mouth, a thin, clear liquid suddenly gushes out of her heat as her entire body violently jerks.

“Holy shit,” Chaeyoung manages to blurt out, completely taken by surprise.

Chaeyoung squirts, and she squirts a lot. Her body is trembling, your pace slows down dramatically as you try your hardest to help her come down from what was one of the most intense orgasms she’s ever had in her life, she looks like she’s in another world, completely out.

“Wow. Just wow. I had no idea you were a squirter Chae. Have you done that before?”

“I-I’ve only done it once, Nayeon made me do it before. I guess you both know what spots to hit. Keep going.”

“These sheets are going to be messy though.”

“Not as much as me. I’ll buy you new ones. Now keep going.”

The floodgates, quite literally have been opened, after the first time Chaeyoung just can’t stop squirting, your fingers keep moving quickly inside her, making wet squish sounds as she squirts again and again and again, her sweet juices continue to flow everywhere, you’ve lost track at this point it doesn't seem like she's ever going to stop.

Chaeyoung is extremely sensitive and crying, she just can’t stop orgasming but she still desperately needs more, at this point she’s completely lost all control of her body, and feels embarrassed that she’s completely ruined your sheets, but she doesn't want you to let up until she just can’t take it anymore.

“You look really blissed out babe. Should I keep going?,” you look at her to watch her reaction and keep your voice low.

“Yes, just..just a little bit longer. It feels so good. Make me do it one more time. “

You rock those same two fingers deep inside her pussy, the speed and intensity of her being fingered really did a number on her, and once again Chaeyoung squirts, not as intense, not as gushing but still enough to feel good and have her moan at the pleasure.

“Okay..you can stop. You’re really, really good at that. “

You slowly remove your fingers from her soaked, tight walls, she’s so sensitive that when you pull out that she almost cums again around nothing, she lets out a deep breath as you bring your drenched fingers to her lips, she sucks her own sweet juices off of them seductively.

“Come fuck me now.”

Grabbing her waist, you gently pull her body back towards the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide as the juicy fruit in between her thighs awaits. You carefully line up your hard cock with Chaeyoung’s slick, tight pussy, propelling yourself gently inside her warmth, a soft moan escapes her mouth as her walls immediately constrict around your shaft.

Chaeyoung was tight, very tight, but she was still dripping wet, making penetration fairly easy, you use your hips to drive your cock further into her welcoming pussy, pushing past your head as her walls swallow you up, lathering your hardness with slick. Your cock ends up halfway inside her warm depths, you let her adjust to being filled more before you pull back out.

You really enjoyed rough sex with the other members, but Chaeyoung was delicate, as much as you wouldn’t have minded pounding her tight little pussy until she screams, your cock was really big for her body and you didn’t want to hurt her.

Chaeyoung gives the go ahead to keep going, you reinsert yourself back in to her entrance, impaling your cock deeper and deeper inside her, until you finally bottom her out as she whines a bit.

“You okay baby?”

“Yes, I-I think so, it feels so good, you’re just, really, really big.”

You slightly pick up speed, giving full thrusts in and out of her tight pussy, filling her to the hilt over and over, as the volume of Chaeyoung’s moans gets louder by the second.

Wanting to feel her even deeper, you bring her legs together, lifting her knees up towards her chin and her feet hovering almost directly above her head, she gasps at the new angle, becoming undone by being filled so fully.

“Fuck, baby, that's good, you’re so deep in me.”

You're able to penetrate her very deeply now, filling her balls deep and it becomes just too much for her again as she suddenly squirts all over your cock with such intensity that it forces you to pull out.

“God, Chae that’s so fucking hot.”

She looks thrilled with your approval, grinning ear to ear, you give her ample time to recover and embed your cock back inside her, when an idea pops into your head.

“Okay, my turn to try something.”

She looks a bit unsure but trusting, you scoop both asscheeks and start to lift her up off the bed, she senses what you’re doing and wraps her arms around your neck as you pick her entire body and carry her, still embedded into her pussy.

Your hands move to her hips as you continue to thrust into her tightness, you couldn’t be as deep inside her as you liked, but if you wanted to you could carry Chaeyoung all over the apartment and fuck her everywhere. Chaeyoung loved the spontaneity of the new position, she hugs around your neck tighter, wanting you to thrust in her more.

It was a very tiring position, even as light as her body was you need to place her back down onto the pillows, taking her again into missionary position.

You pin her arms down over her head, staring into her eyes deeply as you fuck her wet, warm pussy deeply, watching as she writhes in pleasure, she looks so unbelievable hot in the moment, you wish could be inside her forever.

Your orgasm begins to creep up on you as your thrusts quicken in pace, you bury your head into her neck, Chaeyoung catches on quickly and wraps her legs around you, the muscles in her legs allow her to grip your body tightly, even if you wanted to pull out she wasn’t going to let you.

Chaeyoung whispers into your ear softly, “Cum inside me baby. Fill. Me. Up. “

Her words were like a gun going off, you try and hold out as long as you can but you immediately hit the point of no return and explode inside her, shooting hot, sticky cum deep inside her pussy, filling her walls up more with every pulse, you thrust slower and slower until you can barely move as your orgasm subsides.

“Fuck, that was so good, Chaeyoung. “

“You were amazing too, baby. I’m going to be sore in the morning, but it was so worth it. “

[villanbelle]

The things you said

That I didn’t want to hear

It’s been 84 years...

Cullen x Maerwynne Trevelyan

Takes places after their wedding in the Tresspasser dlc (which is how long this fic has been a work-in-progess. yikes)

Also available on AO3

The lay together cast in gold from rays of a summer sunset.

They lay together on their sides, tangled in each other upon scarlet sheets. No inch of skin sacred to the chill that creeps along their cooling bodies.

They lay together as husband and wife. Another first time they share.

Maerwynne calls it a dream as they catch their breath, though Cullen’s woken in panicked sweats too often to believe that. Dreams are shadows, old torments and ghosts. Not laughter. Not love. Not this.

Even so, he keeps an unwavering gaze on his wife as though he might blink her away. It’s a lingering temptation to shatter the peace, to tell her how lovely she looks with reddened lips and tangled hair that clings to her dampened forehead in places. Instead, he moves his hand from the small of her back to sign his affections in swirls up and down her spine.

Maerwynne shivers beneath his fingers whisperings, shaking away sentiments spilt across her skin before she even knows they’re there. “That tickles,” she rasps, voice rough and ripped from a throat as worn as the rest of her. Still, she slips him a smile with her usual ease. A lazy effort spun from the purest silk.

Cullen’s grin comes harsher. All teeth and narrowed eyes and the thin lines that deepen around them. It softens the longer it goes unnoticed, settling into a lopsided smirk that has the scar above his lip tilt just so. “It’s supposed to.” He snorts, undignified, at Maerwynne’s gasp of mock disbelief and the pout that’s quick to follow. “I thought perhaps you might’ve drifted off.“ He holds his breath for Maerwynne’s groggy protest, her yawned insistence that it’s all for show and she’s not even tired, not one little bit.

The need to breathe comes before her objection does.

Even if the fade has almost claimed her, she’s enough life left to keep scarred fingers twisting the same patch of his pale curls like she’s caught in time and to mumble a Rivaini ditty, so soft that every so often she makes no sound at all. Cullen joins in as best he can, as best his memory allows, humming along to keep the language of her mother’s land safe from a tongue that’s fluent in Fereldan, barked orders and little else.

He taps the rhythm across Maerwynne ribs as she starts to slow. A subtle encouragement that goes unnoticed until tapping turns to a glide of feather-light touches past her hips, over the subtle curve of her backside to the pebbled skin of her thigh. When he dares a dip into even softer places he’s rewarded with a sharp scratch of blunted nails against his scalp. Whether she meant it as gratitude or not, he nuzzles the tip of his nose against her forehead in appreciation and feels, more than he hears, her breathy chuckle.

“This is perfect,” he whispers, and she hums in agreement. Perhaps it wasn’t the perfection most people dreamed of. Just a quiet contentment, the softest sigh against his lips and a promise of forever, even knowing what their forever might bring.

Forever.

It’d been something to dread once. A long walk to madness, if he even made it that far. A shackle forged from faith and vows meant to keep him from straying too far from the flock.

Forever.

Forever.

Now forever lay half asleep beside him, the rise and fall of his lucky coin growing slower. Slower. against her chest.

Cullen brushes his fingers against the old silver with wonder, as though it had never belonged to him at all. “You wouldn’t believe how nervous I was the day I gave this to you.” Thinking back to the star-scattered lake, when their kisses could still be counted on two hands, he says, “I thought perhaps you might have-”. He stops sharp when, in return, Maerwynne jerks herself upright and tries her hardest to gouge through the flesh at his shoulder. Cullen darts a look upward to see her wide eyed and still, staring at nothing just past her clawed grip. “Maker’s breath, what’s the matter?”

Maerwynne responds with a dozen blinks as if the world has gone dark then pushes against him so hard she grunts from the effort. She scoots away like a frightened child when he lays unmoving, the scarlet sheets dragging beneath her until they bind her just out of reach. Her nose wrinkles and eyes screw shut in pain or fear or both at once until she stills with a gasp and bites her bottom lip.

Cullen moves to beckon her back but stops, hand hovering mid-air, as their golden sunset drowns in the mark’s brilliant green. All too quick Maerwynne balls her hand into a fist and shoves it beneath a pillow.

Out of sight, out of mind.

A whimper escapes her. A traitorous noise. Cullen can tell by the way her full lips thin to a line to keep every disobedient instinct In. Down. Away.

What feels like time slowing to crawl is a moment over before it begins. They’re silent. Still. Staring at each other with nothing but heavy breaths to fill the quiet, such different pants than those that came before. He can see her rogue’s mind search for a way to slip around the issue with as little fuss as possible. Waiting for the stillness to suffocate him until he has to say something she can sweeten with smiles and reassurances she’s no right to give.

“Cullen…” she coo’s when he doesn’t offer an exit strategy, a lure meant to distract him when she realises there’s nowhere to run. She stretches a slender leg toward him, intent on tugging at his calf with an insistent foot  “You know, If the wind changes you’ll be stuck frowning like that forever.“ She starts to chuckle, but a crowd of one means the joke falls flat fast, fading into a small smile that fails to reach her eyes. Her free arm twitches, though whatever she’d planned she decides against it and spreads her smile a little wider instead. “Everything’s going to be-”

“Don’t,” The commander snaps, side stepping her snare, though the husband regrets the tone as soon she flinches.” You should know better than to think that’s what I want to hear.“  He pulls himself toward her, hand falling into place at her back once more. He taps once, twice, a third time until she closes what little distance lingers between them. “This isn’t the time for that, tell me how you feel.”

Maerwynne settles with her head beneath his chin, her mass of untamed almost-curls tickling his jaw as she presses a kiss to his throat. She sighs and it speaks a thousand things she’d never dare voice aloud. “What do you want me to say, Cullen? It getting worse and you’re afraid. Somehow that’s worse.”

“Andraste preserve me. There must be something we can do.”

“There is. You’re going to carry on leading our army while I try to...do whatever it is I have to do to convince the exalted council were not a threat. What else is there? Curl up in the corner and wait for my hand to-” She stops, shakes her head, then nods to herself.” There’s still so much left I have to do.”

Pride and panic and exasperation make a nauseating mix in the deep depths of his stomach. “It’s hard to tell which is worse to deal with; the mark expanding as it is,or knowing just how much of yourself you’re willing to give.”

She pulls back just enough to give him a good view of her quirked eyebrow. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always been this way. I fear the day you’ll give too much.”

Something close to guilt gnaws at her brow for the slightest moment. It wasn’t quite an apology for years of unnecessary risk, unnecessary worry, but he’d accept it as a tentative victory.

“This is happening Cullen, whether I lay here feeling sorry for myself or carry on with what we came here to do.” Her frown deepens before flipping into a smile even she can’t fake well, and suddenly the win doesn’t feel worth it. “You can’t blame this one on a ‘lack of concern for my personal safety’.”

“It would make it easier.”

She laughs at that. “You’re going to be alright. No matter what happens, you’ve pulled yourself through worse.”

Cullen shakes his head but not the creases from his brow. “I didn’t know then what losing you was like, not like this. I want to believe but… I don’t know if-”

"Hey, “she chastises with a rap of her knuckles against his bare chest, "I’m not dead yet.”

She’s teasing, he knows. Still, it hits him hard enough to steal the air from his lungs. Too soon. Too tragic. Too inevitable. Their forever begins to fade into a prayer for another year, another week, another hour.

“Although, “she continues, “if I were to die here, at least everyone’s-”

Cullen silences her with a brush of his thumb against her lips. “ Don’t”, he says again, softer this time, as soothing as he can over the subtle crack of his voice.

Maerwynne shakes her head in a final defeat and closes her eyes. She pouts, like she does, and swallows the joke whole. He can tell it’s bitter, that it burns to let truths claw their way out and hold back tears at the same time. “I don’t want you worrying about me.”

Cullen reaches under the pillow to unfurl her clenched hand like he’s tending to the softest petals of a flower too frightened to bloom. He makes sure to capture her gaze as he presses a lingering kiss to her fingertips, each one as tender as the last. “You can let me worry about you a little.”

She lets out a sob and it’s beautiful in it’s honesty.

“Alright,” she says with a toothy smile, then seals the agreement with a kiss.

[ghostofviperwrites]

American Girl

Requested by @laziestgirlintheworld

This was a request for Evil that turned into a threesome.  Sorry, not sorry

Pairing:  Evil/FC/Sanada

Category:   Smut

Word Count: 1250

Warnings: threesome, spanking

41. “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that. “

And

43. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

Seiya Sanada’s eyes were closed, head leaning back against the leather booth seat as music pulsed throughout the club.  His hand rested on the back of a brunette head, guiding it up and down his long cock.   His phone buzzing on the seat next to him had Sanada opening one eye and reaching for the phone with his free hand.  Seeing a text from Evil he clicked on it, nearly dropping the phone as the message opened to a picture of a knockout girl on her knees with Evil’s cock in her mouth eyes trained on the camera. 

Evil:  Come party with us when you’re done

Closing out the message Sanada pushed down on the girl’s head in his lap, increasing the pace of her movements as he mulled over his new option for the evening. Evil had an American girl he saw whenever they were in the US, so Sanada hadn’t been surprised when he had opted out of going out tonight in favor of hooking up with her.  He was however surprised to receive this text.  Evil hadn’t given him any indication of being down to share his little sidepiece.  

Burying his cock deep the woman’s throat Sanada released his load while clenching her hair in his fist, pushing her off and casually tucking himself back into his pants.  Rising from the booth Sanada threw cash on the table to cover the tab before walking away.

“Wait!”  The girl called after him.  “I thought we were going back to your room for some more fun?”  

Sanada barely spared her a glance as he continued on his way. 

“I got a better offer.”  He called as he left her behind. 

***

After using the spare key to Evil’s hotel room Sanada softly shut the door behind him, stripping off his jacket and tossing it on the chair by the door as he walked towards the bedroom door.  Unbuttoning his cuffs he pushed open the slightly ajar door with his foot, pausing in the doorway as he looked at the bed.   Sanada tried to think if Evil had told him her name as he watched her ass move slowly up and down as her pussy fucked Evil’s cock, her hands clasped in Evil’s for balance as he held her arms to the side.   Sanada idly unbuttoned his shirt as he watched, sliding it off and catching Evil’s attention. 

“Look Tara, Sanada’s here.”  Evil said making her movements slow as she looked over her shoulder, flashing Sanada a wicked smile as her eyes devoured his half naked form.  “Go say hi to him.”  Lifting her off his cock, Evil set her down on the bed, watching her ass sway as she crawled to the end of the bed. 

“Hi Sanada,” Tara said, biting her lip at looking up at him through her lowered lashes as he approached.    “Evil says we can play.  Do you wanna play with me?” 

She grinned as Sanada’s hands dropped to his waist band his thumbs toying with the button. 

“I just had a girl suck my dick in the booth at the club.  She was very good at it.  You think you can do better?”  He asked an eyebrow arching in question. 

“Let me show you how good I am.”  Tara said pulling him forward by the waistband and making quick work of getting his pants down around his ankles, her hands wrapping around his cock and stroking him to full hardness before lowering her head to lick at his tip.   Keeping her hands moving Tara sucked Sanada’s head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as one hand moved to caress his balls while she pulled him deeper into her mouth.  

Evil moved up behind her hand resting on her ass while he guided his cock into her waiting cunt, bottoming out in one shove that had her pushed forward until Sanada’s cock hit the back of her throat.   Hand moving to her hair Sanada took control of her, thrusting his hips in rhythm with Evil’s movements as Tara braced herself with her arms on the bed.

Tara moaned loudly around Sanada as Evil reached around to rub at her swollen clit and Sanada’s free hand reached to tug and pull at her nipples.  She yelped as Evil smacked her ass with a solid thwack, then moaned again as the pain faded in pleasure. 

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”  Evil griped.  “Don’t be shy now.”  

Balancing on with one arm Tara raised a hand and flipped the middle finger back at Evil, smirking around Sanada’s cock when Evil slapped her again. 

‘Scream for us.”  Sanada said with a tug on her hair.  “Scream all around my cock. Let everyone in this hotel know how good you’re getting fucked.” 

Sanada released her hair and brought both his hands to her nipples, pulling painfully on them and making her whimper around his cock while Evil pinched her clit as he thrust with a snap of his hips making her scream around Sanada  as he slapped her ass with his open palm.  

“That’s right baby,” Evil panted.  “That’s what we want to hear.”  Reaching forward he grabbed her hair and ripped her off Sanada’s cock and back to his chest. “Scream.”  He growled slapping her slit as Sanada twisted her nipples.  Tara obliged screaming as fire spread through her body while Evil kept smacking her pussy while Sanada tugged and tormented her nipples.  

Pushing her onto her belly Evil pulled out of Tara’s pussy, switching places with Sanada who pulled her back up by her hips.  His hand rubbed over her cunt, fingers dipping inside making her moan as Evil teased his cock against her lips. 

“Enjoying yourself sweetheart?”   Sanada asked as he rubbed through her soaked folds.

“Yes.” Tara moaned.  ““Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” 

“I can.”  Sanada confirmed removing his hand and guiding his cock to her pussy.  “You’re soaking wet.”

“So give me more.”  Tara challenged looking over her shoulder to flash a taunting grin at Sanada.  “Or is that the best you’ve got?”  

“Mouthy ain’t she?”  Evil laughed as Sanada glared at her. 

“Yes she is.  Maybe you should shut her up,” Sanada suggested burying his cock inside her as Evil dragged her face back to his dick.   Tara willingly opened her mouth wide, winking up at Evil as he pushed his thickness past her lips, stretching her mouth around him. 

Her eyes closed as the two men took turns at her from both ends, Sanada abusing her already sore ass with well-placed smacks as he fucked her hard, Evil gagging her around his dick as he held her in place.  With her nails digging into Evil’s hips Tara came moaning around his cock as his hot cum filled her mouth.   Barely having a chance to swallow she was spun around to Sanada who push into her mouth seed immediately spilling on her tongue. 

With a smile Tara sat back on her heels and stretched looking between Evil and Sanada with an expectant expression as they both laid back against the pillows.

“Aww, don’t tell me you boys are quitting on me already?” Tara pouted.  “I’m just getting started.” 

[ain-t-bovvered]

Playtime is Over 4

re-post

Characters: Dean x Reader

Genre/Warnings: light smut, some fluff and humor because it’s me of course

a/n: This was my first SPN mini smut series. All of this thanks to @waywardbaby , both for pushing me to write and being my beta for the repost.

Summary : After years of friendship and months of flirting you had enough of Dean Winchester’s charm. It was time for him to reap what he sow…playtime is over.

Part1   Part2   Part 3

Once at the bunker you jumped out of the car, and stormed down the metal stairs , ready to give Sam a piece of your mind.

“Saaaaam “ you chanted , his head popped from behind one of the shelves, he walked out, book open in his hands not even looking at you.

“Y/N, Dean found everything?” he asked finally looking up “Where’s Dean?” he asked confused looking behind you.

Your eye twitched , and he must have seen it because, suddenly he was nervous.

“W-what happened?”

“What the hell, really?” you blushed embarrassed, you took a step toward him and he backed away.

“Whatever happened, Dean did it “ he said lifting up his arms in surrender.

Before you could said something, the bunker door opened and Dean run down the stairs. Smiling smugly and pleased he strutted toward you, throwing the bags on the table.

Sam eyed him suspiciously “Dude why do you have the ‘I got laid fa’-OH “ he exclaimed taking in the state of your hair and your flushed face.

A stupid grin slowly appeared on his face. You lifted your index finger at him

“What kind of bet did you two m-“you didn’t finish because Dean laughing, scooped you up throwing you on his shoulder, marching down to the room quarters.

“Sam you own me 50 bucks, don’t forget” Dean’s said.

You heard Sam laughing at that and you lifted your head, eyeing him viciously.

“Don’t you dar-“ Dean didn’t let you finish this too, smacking your ass playfully, you both disappeared behind the door of room 11.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you yelped when he tossed you on the bed. Watching as he began to tug at his loose tie with one hand while the other went to unclasp his pants letting them hanging low on his hips, you already began to feel warm.

“This time “ lowering his voice to an impossible hot, sultry tone “this time I want to see all of you” he said pulling off the tie, throwing it behind him. You propped yourself on your elbows, enjoying the view when he unbutton his shirt.

He stepped out of his shoes and crawled over you, while you backed backwards, your back laying on the pillows.

“Where are you running?” he said hungrily, sliding his arm under your back and dragging you back down. You giggled happily looking up to him.

His eyes dark and full of filthy promises, your laughter died in your throat and you swallowed hard. Car sex had been amazingly hot, but this…this was going to be a completely different experience.

Your legs parted to accommodate him when he lowered on you, your hands lifted to cradle his face. You kissed his nose when your forehead touched and you both closed your eyes, simply breathing each other’s air. His hand crawled up your neck prompting you to gaze at him, his eyes searching yours for any sign of indecision. Mentally groaning you brushed his lips with yours.

Dean’s breath hitched and his lips melted into yours, pushing you back down, keeping his full weight on his elbows.

His hungry lips were like melted silk against yours and when he pushed them open to taste you better, you could not help the way you went limp, sinking in the pillow and let him have his way.

You languidly caressed his naked chest, feeling his skin dancing under your touch and the deep vibration of his groan when your fingers brushed against his nipple. If it was possible he kissed you more deeply, swirling his tongue against yours and you moaned, your hands clutching now at his back, nails gently digging.

You sucked on his bottom lip and lured him back in, demanding, sinfully, like your life depended on tasting him. One of his hand entangled in your hair, tugging slightly and you quivered under him, mewling. He stopped kissing you to nibble at your ear, his laborious hot breath against your skin.

“If you continue to make sounds like that I’m not going to be able to take my time“ he sounded dangerous and promising, you bit his neck and he gasped, burying his face in the space between your clavicle and your pulsing throat, letting out a husky laugh.

“You are gonna be the end of me, you know that?” He nuzzled the skin and then placed a wet sloppy kiss and your back arched into him. While his tongue and lips made their way down your chest, he popped each of the buttons of your dress, slowly and one at the time, your hands already tugging at his hair, your blood buzzing in your ear.

When he placed on of those hot kiss between your breasts you felt yourself squeeze your legs and before you know it, he placed a hand on your bent knee, slowly sliding up, exposing your naked tight and gripping your hips, while his teeth teased you above your navel.

He popped the rest of the buttons and with both hands he opened the dress, unwrapping you like a present, he pushed himself up, kneeling between your quivering legs to look down at you.

“ God Y/N” he said hoarsely, wetting his lips “you are beautiful….” he reached with his hands to your hips and pulled you to him, your tights propped up on his. Just this position made you moan in a needy way, growling he shrugged off his shirt and crashed his lips to yours.

Your legs hooked around him and your hips jerked up, letting him know exactly how much you wanted him. His hands went around your back to unclasp your bra and almost rip it off, he cupped your breasts, tongue swirling around your nipple while his fingers teased the other.

You trashed and grabbed the sheets under you “Dean…please” you cried pushing yourself against his hard bulge moaning at the friction.

Groaning he let go of your nipple, blowing on it softly, the sensation travelling directly to your quivering sex, he gave the other a quick little bite “Ah…fuck” you hissed rocking your hips “just fuck me already” you whimpered desperately.

He chuckled, untangling your legs around his hips, which felt to you like they were made of jelly, he shimmed out of his pants standing at the foot of the bed. Before he could crawl back on, you stood on your knees, slid one hand up his back and the other in his hair again pulling his lips to yours, pressing your bare chest to his, while his hands caressed your tights and up to your butt cheeks, fingers sneaking under the lacy fabric.

You nibbled at his lip when he rolled his hips to you, his hardness hot even under his boxer.

When you separate from him he whined at the loss of the feel of your soft skin, you splayed your hands on his chest and looked at him darkly, he licked his lips in response.

You attacked his neck with open mouth sloppy kisses, your hands sliding down, to the waistband of his boxers, playing with it.

“Y/N” he threaten growling, before he could said something else, your hand closed around him, and his hips buckled. You smiled against his neck, teeth grazing his skin. You gave him a couple of falteringly pumps, he made a strangled noise and his head fell on your shoulder, his hand splaying on your back keeping you tight against him.

You began to stroke him slowly and steady, pausing at the head, you swirled your wrist, using the slickness to glide more easily down his length. The sounds he was making were making you dizzy and you heard yourself moaning in response.

When you quickened the pace of your strokes, you felt his fingertips on your back digging into your flesh, while other hand slid between you two and under your underwear, your breath hitched when he stroked in a circular motion your clit, slowly. You both searched each other lips when he sank into your folds making you stop what were you doing to him because you needed to lean on him for support, your tights trembling.

You clawed at his back while he dipped you back, kissing you deeply.

“Y/N “ he breathed against your lips “I wanted to make you scream in frustration” he grazed your jaw with his teeth, “to give you a lesson for the torture from before”, a second finger joined the other and your head fell backwards but he was keeping you steady against him. “But I don’t think I can’t wait any longer”, he said shifting his gaze to yours.

You stared back feeling light-headed and drunk, his fingers never stopping their torture and your hips meeting their thrusts.

“Then don’t, damn it !”

He didn’t need to heard it twice, he pull out his fingers and you whimpered at the loss, his hand pushed you and you fell onto the sheets. In one swift moment, he removed the last garments and you caught a glimpse of all of him.

‘Gorgeous’ you barely had time to think before his hands gripped your panties and removed them hastily.

You welcomed him between your legs eagerly, his blazing eyes drinking you in, you met again for a deep sweet kiss and he buried himself into you.

Once again, you felt completely overwhelmed by sensations. You felt him with every sense…like molten lava he engulfed you, he burned you deeply, moving without falter, as if he knew exactly how your body was made, knowing exactly where to hit.

Before you had led the game, now…now the game was his and you gladly gave it to him.

It wasn’t long before both your movements became erratic and sloppy and you were already so close with all his teasing.

“…Dean…I..” without stopping, he raised his head and pressed his forehead to yours .

“I’ve got you, baby” he licked his fingers and slipped them to where you were joined.

A flick.

That’s all you needed….just a flick of his finger and you came undone, your vision went black and you dissolved into a pool of white hot pleasure under him.

You barely registered him cursing your name while gripping your hips tightly, burying himself into you deeply as if he was never going to let you go, and you gripped to him with the same sentiment.

Exhausted and satisfied you cradled his body in your arms, stroking his head lovingly, while he lazily draw circles on your skin.

“Car sex was great, but this…son of a bitch this was amazing, you…” he propped himself on his elbow to kiss you, his eyes soft “…you are amazing “

You blushed, still fresh from all this new progresses “Well you almost did everything right now”

He grabbed you hand and kissed it “No …you are amazing, you always had been. I wish I woke up sooner”.

You felt tear pricking at your eyes and you looked up blinking “Dean…don’t make me cry after amazing sex, oh my god” you chuckled.

“You think Sammy heard us?” he cocked an eyebrow smugly.

“I think Sam went to wash Baby”

[onlineluna]

UNDER YOUR SPELL

a/n: so this happened. i know, i know, hello from the dead! i wanted to write something cute and fluffy and then it turned into...this. please tell me what you think!!!!! SMUT WARNING! \ MASTERLIST synopsis: shawn’s home from tour early...its late and you’re both needy

Shawn tries to be quiet when he comes in, he promises he tries, but he has to drag his body to actually get anywhere, and you’ve left your clothes sprawled out across the bedroom floor, thinking he wasn’t going to come home for at least another two days. 

He doesn’t want to wake you, knows you’re tired from your phone calls lately (and the one skype session where you fell asleep to his story about almost falling off the stage)  and you just look so cute snuggled up across the double bed – hands under Shawn’s pillow as you doze. 

He’s almost got his bag off of his shoulder – left his suitcases in the hallway – when his foot slips on a magazine and it’s “Shit – fuck!” as he catches his toe on the bedside table. You startle awake quickly, spinning around and squinting in the darkness. “Shawn?” you whisper, seeing a figure in the darkness.

“Yeah babe, it’s me – go back to sleep, I’m sorry for waking you” “You’re early” you whisper, sleep still in your throat but there’s excitement in your eyes as you reach to flick the bedside light on. It illuminates his large frame, an oversized hoodie, pair of tracksuit bottoms and his puppy dog face. 

You grin – it’s been months since you’ve seen him in the flesh. “Thought I’d try and surprise you, but my plan was ruined by-“he bends down and picks up the magazine he tripped on “-esquire, babe, since when did you buy magazines?” he wonders aloud, throwing it onto the counter before pulling his hoodie up from the back and slipping it over his head. 

You watch as his chest appears from the fabric, and it’s a lot different than seeing it on a computer screen. You try to think of a reply “Look who’s on the front” you go, and a half naked Shawn bends to look over at the cover. His back flexes – you see everything you’ve been missing. 

“Tom Hardy, you find a new boyfriend while I was gone?” he grins, tutting, making fun of you in a way that you love and you grin so wide you feel like you’re going to burst.

“Yeah” you nod, sitting up “He’s hiding in the wardrobe, why don’t you go and look, and while you’re in there you can take off those bottoms as well, come to bed with me” you smile the smile he loves, causing him to smirk, chew on his bottom lip and blush like you haven’t been dating for a while. 

The bedside light illuminates the red of his chin and cheeks, lets you see him run his hands through his hair before ignoring you, not stopping at go as he stalks towards you - choosing instead to collapse on top of you, you giggling as he nuzzles his head into your neck. 

He breathes you in. Smells the lack of his scent and groans out into the darkness “I missed you so much” he goes, planting kisses all over the skin of your neck and chin as you cackle.

“Felt like I was going insane” Shawn carries on, his voice rippling with need. Hands at the nape of his neck you hold him, keep him on top of you with your legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs as he attacks you with his kisses. 

He swears, curses, decorating your skin with his mouth like he can’t believe you’re real and somewhere in the middle he finds your lips, coaxing the sleep from you with the slip of his tongue and hands clawing at the duvet you’ve got loosely around your hips. 

You mumble into his mouth, something about him being tired or it being too late, but its forgotten when he manages to rid you of the blanket and jam his hands beneath your back, letting you straddle him as he rolls onto his own side of the bed.

You settle into the dim lighting. It’s been months, feels like years and as you sit atop of him you study what’s changed. “Thought you’d try the beard thing, huh?” you whisper, feeling like the both of you are in a bubble and if you speak too loud it’ll pop. 

A silent slow jam pop song begins to play, background music to the main scene – the score written by some know it all American composer, but it’s the perfect choice: Shawn feels like he’s on fire as you run your nail over the scruff of his stubble. 

“Yeah” he nods, a slight whimper slipping from his lips as your thumb brushes his bottom lip. He pretends it didn’t happen, but he’s needy – you feel it – but the cat and mouse game ensues, gonna make him work for it.

His face twitches into a faux brow raise “You don’t like it baby?” he quirks and you watch as a slow smirk begins to slide across his mouth. “Hmmm…” you mumble, fidgeting, the dent in his paints growing with every wiggle and shake – he mumbles something incoherent: it’s lost in the night. 

“…wonder what it’ll feel like” you breathe, not trusting your own voice and Shawn barely hears you, but when he catches it, his eyes blow wide. You’re moving now, softly and slowly, dragging your hips across his crotch – coaxing him on, wanting him to do you no good. 

His face clenches up, eyes close, lips sucked in – body getting used to the feeling once again and you’re scratching at his chest now, nails creating a red trail down to his little flutter of hair.

With only fabric between you, you’re starting to feel it too and it brims, the feeling familiar – Shawn throws his head back and bites down on his bottom lip. You see his neck flex, collar bones prominent, skin a slick cream and you accept the invitation, bending down to lay your tongue flat against the skin and swipe, kissing at the now wet skin. He chokes.

“Babe-“ “Mmm” you groan into his throat, mouth sucking, teeth brimming and the skins blooming up a nice cherry red, blemishing purple and Shawn’s losing his god damned mind. He’s saying something but you’re far too busy to hear him. 

You feel his hands on your back – under your/his shirt – while you carry on moving, clothed heat directly on his cock and its overwhelming being this close to him again, almost too much and - a hard smack to your ass jolts you back to reality.

“I gotta fuck you now babe….please…” Shawn’s thick voice croaks. You stop. The air is still as you lift your head and look at him - he looks so fucked it’s biblical. Hair in matted curls, cheeks blushed a stark red shade, lips swollen and pupils blown; you sit back on his crotch to admire your work. 

Shawn’s lost in it, looking like he’s about to shatter if you don’t give him what he wants. He chews on his bottom lip and a trembling “Please” falls from his lips. You’ve never seen him like this and its somewhat frightening – you want to do whatever he says, nod your head and let him fuck you steady, but…

“How do you want me?” slips from your mouth. You’re fingering his lips again and he whines so loud you’re sure the neighbours hear. He’s so pretty, so fucking pretty – modern art, you wish you could take a picture. “I-I want-“he stutters with his voice brimming on the edge of a cry. 

You watch as he falls apart, and then “Fuck it” and you’re being flipped, back hitting the mattress with a squeal and Shawn positions himself between your legs, rocking his crotch right against your own. “Fucking cheater” you curse, and Shawn grabs your chin, reaching down – his breath panning over your face. 

“Fucking tease” he replies, silence cascading over the two of you until you cackle so loud and forcefully that Shawn’s laughing himself. “You blow my god damn mind every damn day” he tells you, to which you nod because compliments always make you nervous.

“I know” you reply, grinning. Shawn only shakes his head – in awe of you. “fuckin I know, are we gonna make love now? Or have I gotta sit through more of your shit” to which you throw your head back, laughter in the air. 

“Yeah we can fuck” you say, but Shawn only shakes his head “s’only making love with you” and he kisses you slow and deep, tongue in your mouth and lips lusting for more than a taste. You lose yourself for a moment, hands limp on the bed as he takes your breath away and you awake to his/your shirt being lifted over your head. 

He kisses you again afterwards, but this time it’s on your chest – lips leaving a line of salvia in their wake. “So pretty …so fuckin’ pretty” he whines, lips mouthing at the skin and he dips lower and lower until you grab his chin and motion him back up to kiss you with a shake of your head. 

He doesn’t pry, but you give him an answer anyway “Just want you” and it spurs him on. Shawn quickly discards of his bottoms and boxers and then he’s talking, saying “Been dreamin’ of this since I left you”

He’s back to you in a moment and you kiss him, keep on kissing him like he’s gonna leave again “Hm, you been dreamin of me baby?” you mumble between kisses. He moans back in response “Always. Been dreamin of this mouth – “he kisses you like before: long and steady and he’s taking your underwear off moments later “and this fucking pussy…god damn…baby, you’re soaked”

He’s at your mouth in an instant, mumbling incoherently into your lips. Reaching down slowly he swipes a pointer finger through your sodden folds, feeling you gasp into his throat. 

“I gotta hear you babe, okay?” and as you nod, he’s dragging his fingers across your clit, beginning to swirl slowly, hearing your breathing escalate until you whine softly, hand clutching his shoulder. 

Shawn gets lost in the way you pine for him, seeing your brows furrow and mouth open against his, him coaxing you through it. He slips his fingers between your wet folds and it’s your turn to beg for him. “Shawn - fuck, please” “Please what?” he teases, copying you, but you’re not having it. “Fuck you”

Shawn bursts into a violent cackle “Jesus baby, who knew you had such a dirty mouth?” he teases, wiggling a brow and you nearly weep it’s so overwhelming. “Fuck….Shawn, please…please please…” eyes closed you beg, his fingers just hitting your sweet spot - the fleshy part deep inside you can’t reach yourself. 

You feel your thigh begin to shake – Shawn’s back. “Don’t worry” and he’s lining up his cock “I got you” and when he sinks inside you cry out in relief, the familiar height causing Shawn to groan. 

He watches himself disappear inside of you, mesmerised by the way you take him so well and “Wait – fuck, don’t move” he says, the feeling enveloping him completely. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, words failing you. “Jesus Christ-“he says, head falling onto your shoulder.

Somewhere between his whimpers you begin to rock into him slowly and Shawn follows suit, sliding one hand down to your thigh and the other braced beside you. He fucks you slow and steady, keeping you sprayed open, just like you wanted, the months of not seeing him all meaningless now because he’s here – now, holding you tight, fucking you good. 

You bite down on his shoulder to stop from screaming and Shawn’s red and flustered “Fuck, baby – I won’t last long” he stutters into your ear, chin perched on your shoulder as he hides his red blushed face into your neck. Every movement is desperate and wanting, your nails raking in his hair, mouth agape as you nod because neither will you.

“Baby-“he chokes and you whine “Fuck, there, Shawn – I’m so” and he angles his hips where you want him before you’ve had a chance to finish. You’re so close you’re one. 

Shawn’s whispering your name like a prayer, the word on a loop as his stomach clenches. The heat is thick and it’s coiling and twisting, so good, been so long – you pull at his hair “Shawn – I can’t” you mewl. 

Shawn shakes his head as he picks up speed “I’ve got you, come on – fuck baby been wanting to feel you for so long” and Shawn reaches down, nodding, saying “fucking come for me” as he rubs your clit again, causing your head to spin as heat washes over your pussy.

He rocks into you hard and heavy, your pussy clenching around his length as he whines, breathing thin and airy and as he angles his hips you gasp, head lulling back, back arched and eyes clenched shut. You grip onto the sheets, the feeling enveloping you fully as you come violently, legs shaking as you wrap them around Shawn’s waist. 

As your cunt clenches around Shawn once more he loses it, cursing, clutching your body against his own and he’s coming – lips mouthing something at your neck. Moments later he’s spent, head in the crook of your neck as you try and catch your breath. It’s silent for a beat, breathing filling the air until “-I think you gave me fucking whiplash” Shawn goes, laughing as he falls out of you and rolls to the side. 

You lay there with his cum leaking out of you and it’s so hot that Shawn’s ready to go again. “Whiplash?” you whisper into the bedroom, frowning with a laugh. Shawn uses his boxers as a makeshift towel “Or broke my nose, am I bleeding?” he jokes and you hit him “Hey! Ow! Baby I’m sensitive!”

“You’re so violent” He laughs, leaning over you. He runs his nose across yours “You look so fucking innocent…god, I’ve missed you” and he kisses you the way you love, the way you’ve longed for.