#and this coming out while the New Nth Room wave is happening. mark my words rn if they find out he was part of those chatrooms

[stayrohazen777]

Run

-Moonbin-

In honor of Ddankong sub-unit (which btw teaser pictures are ouff and it’s only the second day)

female reader

Warnings: None

Enjoy!

Waking up to your friend screaming in your ear isn't necessarily what you call a good morning especially when it’s that time of the month 

“If you don’t leave my room in the next 5 second Na Jaemin I will throw hands at you. On god” 

“I’m just being a good friend waking you up before your classes”

“Hearing your voice cracks first thing i wake up isn't necessarily the nicest alarm now get out ” You sat up rubbing your eyes 

“How did you even get here?” You rolled your eyes 

“You gave me spare keys, remember?” He wiggled his eyebrows 

“Most regretful thing i did” You threw him your backpack and grabbed your water bottle to fill it up 

“Let’s go” You gave him a chocolate bar and wore your shoes 

“Is this a thank you for waking you up?”

“No it’s for shutting you up” You smiled and started walking towards the bus stop 

“Do you have dance class today?” Jaemin asked 

“Yeah I think?” 

“Are you questioning me over your classes?” 

“I dont know ill figure out when i get there” You shrugged 

“I swear to god one day you’ll end up regretting not getting your schedule” He said 

“It’s not that I didn’t want to Jaem it’s that I couldn't” You glared at him 

“Yeah because your beloved-” 

“Shut up” You covered his mouth 

You arrived at the university where surprisingly here were more students than expected which wasn’t exactly a good thing as you liked staying in the study room alone for a bit before chaos erupts 

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH” You heard a high pitched laugh coming from someone you were very familiar with 

“Goodmorning Y/N” He greeted you cheerfully 

“Morning MJ” You smiled 

“Jinjin  wanted to ask you if there’s a meeting for the student council today?” He asked 

“I completely forgot about that shit” You groaned in dissatisfaction 

“So i’m guessing no?” 

“Yeah it’s a no for today” You told him 

After the first couple of classes were over you rushed to the cafeteria

“Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N” Jaemin came running breathless

“What now?” 

“Code Blue” 

“I will actually beat him up today” You furrowed your brows in anger 

“How many fucking times will I tell you to not use the council room for making out Mark and Hae-” You opened the door to confetti?

“CONGRATULATIONS Y/N” 

“Eh?” You asked confused 

“You have officially become the head of the dance team” Haechan announced

“No way” You covered your mouth 

“You’re joking right?” You asked 

“No way we would joke about this” Minhyuck told you 

“OH MY GOD” 

“As a celebration” MJ put cream on your face 

“Will you text him?” Jaemin asked once you were on your way home 

“Who?”

“The guy you always text but never talk to in person because you’re a coward Y/N” Jaemin rolled his eyes

“You can just say Moonbin you know you don’t have to call me out like that” You put a hand to your heart as a motion of being hurt but then glaring at him 

“I honestly do not get why you both are like this You make me cry” He wiped his fake tears 

“Because we’re both awkward and plus I don’t really pay much attention to that aspect” 

“Jaemin I really want to have a proper conversation with him. Jaemin what if he doesn’t like my personality that's why he's not talking to me in person?” Jaemin mocked your words from a couple of weeks back 

“I told you to stop calling me out didn't I?” You raised a brow 

“Coward” He stuck out his tongue

You glared at him for the nth time today 

“Cowardddd” He wiggled his eyebrows and ran away 

“NA JAEMIN YOU STAY IN YOUR PLACE RIGHT NOW” You started chasing him 

On your way you saw Jaemin talking to someone 

“Who’s the coward no-” You started but stopped once you saw the person he was talking to 

“Me” You said and walked away from the scene 

“Did you really just HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Jaemin laughed at your embarrassment 

“Will you shut your trap? I already want to dig myself a hole and stay there” You whined 

“That was an amazing opportunity by the way” 

“Shut up you probably only were there because of Jeno” 

“At least I’m talking to him” He scoffed

“Good Morning” You said sluggishly 

“What is up with you?” Jaemin asked 

“It’s my second day” You put a hand on your stomach 

“Oh will you be able to go to dance class today?” 

“Yeah don’t worry I’ll be fine by then” You gave a smile 

“If you need anything call me okay?”

You hummed 

After class you were feeling dizzy which was normal but this time it was intense that you had to hold the railings as you went downstairs to the cafeteria 

“Hey are you okay?” Jinjin came to you with someone beside him 

“Yeah i’m fine just a little dizzy” 

“You want to go to the nurse?” 

“No no i’m fine don’t worry I just need to get to  the cafeteria” 

“Moonbin take her there while i tell Jaemin” Jinjin told him 

“Oh no it’s fine you don’t have t-”

“I’m okay with it” Moonbin spoke to you for the first time in the whole 5 months you were friends on the phone 

“O-oh o-okay then” 

“Y/N my baby are you okay?” Jaemin came over and sat beside you 

“I’m not your baby you idiot” You slapped his shoulder 

“What happened?” He asked 

“I told you in the morning and it’s probably the lack of water in my system”

“Where’s your water bottle?” 

“I forgot it at home I was rushing today” You said 

“Here drink this” Moonbin handed you a brand new water bottle 

“It’s fine I don’t want to-”

“Y/N” He said sternly 

“Fine Thank you” You took the bottle

“Is what i’m seeing right now real?” Jaemin asked bewildered 

“Jaemin I am warning you” You gave him a glare

“I am sorry” 

“You really don’t have to come today Y/N” Jaemin told you

“Jaemin i’m fine now i am full, hydrated and i took medicine for my cramps so calm down i’m going we need to get the choreography down by this week” You replied putting your backpack in the locker 

“Whatever” He sighed 

“Oh by the way there’s a new guy in the dance team” Jaemin announced 

“Who?” Jisung asked 

“Moonbin” Jaemin said slowly looking at you with a smirk 

“Moon-what now” 

Jaemin shrugged 

“Okay from the top let’s go” You clapped your hands 

Once dance class was over you passed water bottles and some snacks to the team 

“You all did so well I’m proud of you” You wiped your fake tears away 

“Well our leader is very talented and nice she even gives us snacks” Jisung gave you a smile 

“aw you’re adorable” Renjun pinched his cheeks

“Hi” Moonbin greeted as he opened the door

“Oh you’re here for the audition?” Jaemin questioned

“What audition?” You asked Jaemin confusedly 

He just put a finger over his lips 

“Ah yes” He nodded 

“Oh my god i just remembered i have to go my mom wants me to go the salon with her” Jaemin said looking at the rest giving them hints

“But your mo-” 

“Goodbye” 

“Oh right I need to go feed my pet duck” Jisung got up 

“So uh do I show you my dance or no?” He asked 

“Yea-ah sure g-go ahead”

To say you were mesmerised was an understatement 

His moves were so smooth yet so detailed with no mistakes 

“You’re in” You told him after he was done 

“Really?”

“Yeah”

“But since we’re halfway through the choreography already you'll have to stay back for a couple of days to get it down before the performance” You said passing him a water bottle and a chocolate bar

He nodded 

“I’ll talk to Jaemin or Minhyuck to help yo-”

“Can you help me?” He asked quickly 

“M-me?” 

“Yes I think you’ll be the best to work with” He rubbed his neck 

“O-okay I guess” You told him 

“Goodwork today” You smiled at him before leaving 

The next couple of days consisted of you teaching Moonbin the dance which was easier than expected since he was an amazing dancer 

You two got pretty close and your texts got more frequent as you talked more in person 

Your feelings were also getting bigger by every conversation you have 

“Y/N?” Jaemin waved his hand in front of your face 

“Hm?” 

“What is wrong with you? You keep spacing out” He said as he ate his ice cream 

“Jaem I think I really like someone”

“Yeah I know you’ve been liking him since the third month of you texting him I’m surprised you even got to the point of talking to him”

“Oh my god shut up”

“Honestly if it wasn’t for my amazing skills Moonbin wouldn’t be in the dance te- fuck” 

“You talked him into it didn’t you?” You sighed closing your eyes 

“I- No wait listen Y/N” He got up and ran 

“YOU JUST WAIT NA JAEMIN” You started running but you were blocked by someone 

“What’s up with you running after him?” Moonbin laughed 

“He’s a little sly bitch He won’t get out of this one” You blowed the hair strand out of your face 

“What did he do this time?”

“He talked-” 

Moonbin looked at you as a sign to continue 

“Nevermind he did nothing ha ha ha” You laughed fakely

Moonbin felt a bit upset over the fact that you might not trust him enough but he pushed it away 

“Y/N-” He started 

“Oh would you look at that I gotta go to class” You told him smiling as you walked 

“When will she stop running away?” He sighed 

“I am afraid to tell you that it’ll take a bit” Jaemin came from behind him 

“How the fuck?” 

“Y/N You really need to grow some balls and try to flirt with the poor boy”

“He doesn’t like me, why would I? We’re friends right now I don’t want to mess it up” 

“ For the millionth time You don’t know whether he does or not” He rolled his eyes

“Nana” You said with worry in your tone 

“What?” He looked at you 

“I got an email”

“Elaborate idiot” He told you 

“Mr.Park wants us to have a couple dance along with our group dance” You said whining 

“What? Why all of a sudden?” 

“I have no idea the performance is three weeks away this is on short notice” You rubbed the sides of your forehead trying to calm down 

“It’s okay for now we need to figure out who’s gonna do it” Jaemin said trying to calm you down 

“Wait-” He got an idea

That’s how you ended up in the practice room with Moonbin alone.

Your groupmates or actually your best friend had something up his sleeves and he made everyone vote for you two for the couple dance 

“Na Jaemin I swear to god”

“Anything wrong?” Moonbin came from behind you 

“Not at all i’m just a bit stressed because this came on such short notice” You sighed 

“I know that we’ll be able to do it. How about we dance a bit before we start to get you in the mood hm?”

“I would love that” You smiled 

Several days of creating and practicing with your group and with Moonbin you were finally done with both choreographies, what’s left is practicing the full dances and the performance was only a week away 

You were going to the practice room to just dance everything away 

As you were starting your dance the door opened to Moonbin 

“Oh you’re here? Sorry i’ll-” 

“No it’s okay we can practice together” You told him 

“Why are you still here though?” You asked confused 

“I had to stay late because it was my turn to clean and it started pouring outside so I thought i would practice for a bit until it stopped raining” He explained 

“Oh it’s raining?” 

“Yeah” 

You two ended up practicing your song, the groups song, and some random dances you both knew 

“I always wondered how you were so good at dancing” You asked Moonbin while you were taking a break 

“Oh i took ballet classes when i was younger and dancing has just stuck with me since then. How about you? I mean you’re in the student council and you’re pretty busy” He smiled

“I liked dancing ever since I was in middle school I taught myself how to dance by learning random choreographies here and there I guess it just became a stress reliever, something that brings my mood up when i’m upset or stressed because of studying or student council”

“Oh wow” 

You continued your practice but as you were dancing to the couple dance you were nervous and  blushing everywhere 

The part where he grabs your waist to spin you around gets you everytime 

Your heart was basically out of your chest at this point 

Even his, He was probably a bigger mess than you 

Scared of you hearing his heartbeat when he pulls you close for the dance or seeing his red cheeks when you turn towards him 

“O-okay I think that-t’s eno-ough for today” You stuttered 

“You’re telling me you were stuck with him in the practice room for hours and you didn’t make ONE MOVE” Jaemin scolded you

“Listen I couldn’t”

“You couldn’t my ass”

“Jaemin I am genuinely too shy and too scared”

“Scared of what?”

“Rejection”

“Y/N this is literally your one chance. If you get rejected then what? Will you really waste your chance of a potential amazing relationship because you're scared?” 

“I don’t know” You sighed 

But you did know that Jaemin was right 

You couldn’t be normal towards him. Jaemin’s words stayed with you but you couldn’t do or say anything 

“Y/N?” Moonbin came into the practice room 

“Yes?”

“Is everything okay?” He asked you 

“Yes” 

“You sure?”

“Yes”

“Did I do anything wrong?”

“No”

“Then why are you ignoring me?”

“I am so not ignoring you”

“I greeted you twice but you walked past me and you haven’t been replying to my texts” He said upset 

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you”

“Yes you did”

You looked at him apologetically 

“Will you tell me what’s up and stop running away? Please?” He pleaded 

“I am not running away” 

“Yes you are ever since we started talking in person you’ve been running away” He told you 

“Sorry”

“I don’t want you to apologise I want you to tell me what’s wrong” 

You stayed quite 

“Y/N” 

“I Like you” You stated 

“Eh?” 

“I like you Moonbin that’s what’s wrong” You said 

“Why is that making you run away from me?” He asked 

“Why do you think?” 

“Y/N look at me” He held your face in his hands 

“I like you too” 

“What”

“I like you too.” 

“Oh”

“That’s your reaction? Oh?” He mocked you 

“Shut up it’s the first time someone likes me back”

“Really? Who wouldn’t like your beautiful 

, amazing self?” He smiled

“Cheesy”

“You love it already” He teased 

“True” 

He pulled you into his arms into an embrace

“Fucking finally” Jaemin let out a breath of relief when you told him

“I thought you guys would never get together” 

“Thank you Jaem” 

“I knew this day would come” He patted himself on the shoulder 

“Nevermind. No thank you Jaem” You glared at him 

“We’ve practiced for a long while, I know you guys are gonna do so well with your skills. I’m so proud of you” You told them bringing your group mates into a hug 

“You also did well Y/N” Jaemin came to hug you 

The group performance went well however what you were nervous for was the couple dance as it’s the first time you do this type of dance

(If you listen to roleplay the middle part where it’s just music is what they’ll be dancing to basically)

“Y/N” Moonbin called you 

“Yes?” 

“ I know you’re nervous right now but trust me we’re gonna do well okay?” He put his arms on your waist bringing you closer 

You just nodded smiling at him 

“I’m proud of you love” He told you kissing your forehead

“Thank you. I’m proud of you as well you worked very hard in a short amount of time” 

“Moonbin and Y/N you’re up” Jeno came to tell you 

“We can do this” He held your hand 

“Wait Bin” He looked back at you 

You pressed your lips against his 

“A Goodluck charm” You smiled 

“I’ll ask for one everytime I have something important” He told you 

“You can get one anytime” 

He came forward and kissed you again 

“Less flirting more performing” Jaemin told you 

“I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING ME OUT NA JAEMIN” 

“You’re so cute” He laughed 

Moonbin gave you one last kiss on your forehead and short hug before you two made it on stage

[rogerina-deacon]

“Teenage Fantasy” High School Senior!Brian May x Fem!Reader

Pairing: High School Senior!Brian May x Fem!Reader Summary: Unable to keep his eyes off of you all day, mystery man Brian May invites you over to help him study. But what starts as something so innocent becomes so much more. Warnings: S M U T. It takes a while but once it gets there, it does. Not. End. There’s oral (m and f receiving) and protected sex. Word Count: 4048

A/N: Okay so this picture of Brian really gets me going so I just had to write out my fantasies. His eyes kill me. Okay bye, enjoy the fic.

It was lunch time and, as always, you were sat with your friends, though not entirely paying attention to whatever conversation they were having. Instead, you were reading The Bell Jar, a semi-new book by someone named Victoria Lucas. Although, it was increasingly difficult to focus on Esther Greenwood’s descent into madness when the eyes of the hottest, albeit mysterious, man in your class were stuck to you as if he would die if he looked away. Rather than mindlessly scan the pages, you set the book on the table, hoping your friends conversation was enough to keep your mind off him.

“Finally decided to come back to earth, Y/N?” Your friend Shelby teased, as she always told you to get your nose out of whatever book you were reading and focus on the real world in front of you. And while you finally succumbed to joining your friends, you still couldn’t get your mind off him, even when you were looking at your friend Mark. Luckily, lunch was dismissed a few minutes later, and you walked to your locker to grab your advanced algebra textbook for your next class, which you happened to have with the man you couldn’t keep your mind off of. He sat in the row behind you, so you were sure you would feel his eyes on you yet again.

“Okay class, that’s all for today’s lesson. Now, I’d appreciate it if you could stay away from the door while we wait for the bell to ring. And don’t forget about the test next class, I trust you all will have the review packet done. And although it won’t count for a grade, it will still be worth doing in the long run. Have a good weekend.” Your advanced algebra teacher, Mr. Jacobsen, ended the class with before turning around to erase the chalkboard behind him. You got up, and gathered your materials in your arms as you waited for the bell to ring. Today’s class was rather rigorous, so you were able to keep your mind occupied for the most part. And just when you thought you were free of your thoughts of him, he soon approached your desk, his long legs taking him far in just a few seconds, his eyes never leaving your body. Your heart began to race, butterflies whirring around your stomach as you clenched your books closer to your chest.

“Hi, um, Y/N, right?” He almost sounded nervous, though the looks he had been giving you all day had been giving you a different impression.

“Yeah, that’s me. And you’re Brian, right?”

“Yeah, um, I noticed that you’re really good at this stuff, and I just can’t seem to get it. I was wondering if, um, maybe you could help me study for the test?” His demeanor completely changed, his face softening as he asked. You were flattered, guys never payed attention to you mostly because of your intelligence, and all your male teachers rarely called on you to answer questions, so a man asking you for help really boosted you confidence. “Yeah, I could definitely help you. Did you have any specific time in mind?” you asked as you pulled out your planner, flipping through the pages until you got to today.

“Well, are you doing anything after school today? I could drive us back to my place and we can set up shop in my living room, yeah?”

“That sounds like a plan, Brian. Where should we meet up at the end of the day?” You asked, putting your planner back on the top of your book pile.

“What do you have last? I could pick you up outside your class-” And with that the bell rang, and you and Brian were soon the only ones left in the classroom as everyone had hurried out.

“I have English with Ms. Berry. See you soon!” you called as you went your separate ways, walking backwards from each other as you finished your sentence with a wave.

Your next class couldn’t go by fast enough, your eyes barely leaving the clock. Ms. Berry was out today and hadn’t left any work for the substitute teacher, so you just had a study. And for the entire hour and 15 minute class you were playing with your pen, watching as the minutes ticked by. You were already when the bell finally rang, and you were surprised to see Brian already there. He stood there, back resting against the doorframe, his slender frame looking absolutely heavenly as he waited for you. Walking you to your locker, you two barely made conversation, only partly because of how rowdy the halls were. Once you were done putting everything either into your locker or your bag, you two made your way to the student parking lot, Brian leading the way.

“You can toss your bag in the back, if you’d like” He told you as you climbed into the passenger seat of his car, and you decided that it wasn’t the worst idea in the world, so you did as he suggested. He turned the radio up, a cover of “Please Mister Postman” by the Beatles soon emitting from the speakers. His fingers tapped the steering wheel to the beat of the music, his head swaying ever so slightly. Now it was your turn to be unable to keep your eyes off of him, he was so entranced by the music.

“Like what ya see?” He teased, a smirk growing on his face as yours soon became hotter than the summer sun as you quickly averted your eyes away from him and to your hands placed delicately in your lap. He chuckled at your reaction as he glanced at you, his eyes soon finding their place back on the road. The rest of the car ride you were too nervous to look at him again, and luckily it wasn’t too long until he pulled into his driveway. He quickly jumped out, rushing to open your door for you. Thanking him, you reached for your bag, but with no success. Brian notices your struggle and swiftly grabs it for you, his long arms coming in handy. Handing it to you, he closes the passenger side door and leads you up the steps, opening the door for you to enter in front of him. Smiling a silent thank you, you step into his house, and he follows suit, closing the door behind him. He leads you into the living area, motioning to the empty seat next to him for you to sit beside him.

“What would you like to start off with? We could go over how to approach rational exponents in denominators, or…” You started, but he quickly interrupted.

“We can get to that in a minute. Would you like something to eat or drink? We’ve got some fruit, I could grab you a glass of water, if you’d like.” He said, getting up from his spot on the couch. You were now looking up at him, smiling, and he could get used to seeing you like that. He knew he had to get that thought out of his head immediately, as his pants barely left anything to the imagination as it was. Yes, this was one of the reasons he brought you over, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a gentleman in the meantime. So, he turned once you said yes, hurring to the kitchen in hopes that fruit would calm him down. He put various fruits in a bowl before running them under the faucet. While the fruit was rinsing, he grabbed two glassed from the cabinet above him, filling them with the already running water. Putting everything on a tray, he was quick to return to you, setting everything down on the coffee table in front of you.

“So, rational exponents in denominators. What is it we do with them?” He asked before popping a grape into his mouth, his eyes trying to understand the words on the textbook placed on your lap. You positioned it so he could see better before taking a sip of water, setting it back on the coaster.

“We have to make it so that it is just a regular nth root of a number, no fractional exponents. Here how to do it…” you said as you pulled out a notebook and pencil, moving the textbook onto the coffee table, making up some problem to show him how to solve. For the next hour the two of you sat on the couch, going over various challenging mathematical concepts.

“I just remembered, my parents are spending the weekend out on some romantic adventure, so we’ll have to make our own dinner. My mom said she had something prepped in the fridge - ah, there it is!” He said, emerging from the fridge, tupperware in hand. You two soon got to work, him preparing the meal while you set the table. He had a record playing in the background you couldn’t recognize, but it was good. He clearly had a thing for music, bopping around the kitchen to the beat. Once you were done setting up, you stood in the archway between the kitchen and dining room, leaning against the frame. A giggle escaped as he tried some terrible dance moves, and he soon pulled you into the kitchen with him, twirling you before taking both your hands, forcing you to dance with him. You quickly obliged, but he turned you once too many so you fell into him when he stopped, his arms quickly wrapping around you to make sure you wouldn’t fall.

“Are you okay there, love?” He asked, his eyes bright as they connected with yours, the grin placed on his face making your knees weaker than before. All you could do was nod, unable to focus your eyes on anything but his. He slowly brought his head closer to yours, about to close the gap between your lips. He wanted to make sure you wanted this, so he let you close the distance. And you did, your lips melding perfectly with his, moving together in perfect rhythm with the slow song playing in the background. He deepened the kiss, bringing you up closer to him, before backing you up against the kitchen counter. His hands soon found your face, one cupping your jaw, the other around your neck. Yours found their way up his chest, resting on his shoulder before wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer, if it was even possible. Just as the two of you separated, the timer went off, signaling for Brian to take dinner out of the oven.

You made your way over to the dining table, sitting down as you took in everything that had just happened. You had just made out with Brian May, the most attractive man you had ever met, and were about to have dinner with him. You could tell you would be distracted the entire time, your arousal only increasing the longer you were apart from him. You really hoped you two would continue where you left off once you were done eating, as did Brian. It was an unspoken truth you both agreed upon, eating your meal quickly. You helped him wash the dishes, the music still playing for the two of you to dance to. He was gentler this time, flirtier as well. Once you dried the last dish and set it down, he wasted no time in taking your hands in his. Pulling you closer to him, he soon connected his lips with yours, your arms finding their way around his neck yet again. But this time, he placed his hands on your hips, giving you a light squeeze before making his way up your back, causing you to gasp into his mouth, a sensation causing him to smirk against your lips.

“What do you say we take this upstairs, love” he asked, taking your hands in his once again.

“That’s all I could think about during dinner, honestly.” You said shyly, though you still held his gaze. The biggest smile you had ever seen was plastered on his face for a second before he kissed you again, quick yet deep.

He led you upstairs, pulling you into his room, closing the door before he kissed you yet again, leading you to the bed. You were quick to get on it, Brian on his knees, his hands cupping your cheeks as you moved toward the middle of his bed, his legs on either side of you. Your hands moved down his shoulders, past his chest, all the way down to the waistband of his pants, his breath hitched as you did so. They stayed there, his hands soon moving to the hem of your shirt.

“How ‘bout we get rid of this, dear” he said, pulling at your shirt. You quickly pulled it over your head, tossing it to the floor, exposing your pink lace bra. He stared for a moment, admiring your beauty, his eyes scanning your torso. You began to unbutton his shirt, his hands trailing up your arms to your shoulders, moving towards your breasts. He cupped them delicately before gently massaging them, your head throwing itself back at the feeling. You began to pull his shirt  down his shoulders, and he took a break from your breasts to completely take it off, tossing it next to yours on the floor beside his bed. Your hands roamed his bare chest, finding themselves above his crotch yet again, this time undoing his belt buckle before undoing the button. He was quick to rid himself of them, quickly undoing the button on your skirt and pulling them off of you, leaving you in just your matching undergarments. He lowered himself closer to you, his lips finding yours once again. He moved to your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses at random, alternating between sucking and lightly biting your soft skin, until he found just the right spot to make you moan. He kept at it, his hands reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, gently pulling the straps down your shoulders as he slowly detached himself from your neck, a mark already showing itself. Ridding you of your bra, he was quick to cup your bare chest with his large hands, rolling one nipple between his fingers before sucking on the other, your core aching more and more with every sensation. He began to kiss down your abdomen, looking at you for confirmation before he took off your panties, and he began to place soft kisses on you, from your knee all the way up your thigh, almost reaching where you needed him most, before starting all over again on the other leg, a slight whine escaping your mouth as he moved further away from your drenched heat. He chuckled against your soft skin, the vibrations making you wish even more that he hadn’t moved his mouth so far away. Knowing how needy you were made him take even more time, building you up so that by the time he got to your aching pussy, you would be a begging mess under him. And he was right, the closer he got, the heavier your breaths became.

“Please, Bri, quit teasing me, I need you!” You exclaimed as he was a mere two inches away from where you needed him, but you knew that would take him a minute.

“Alright love, just wanted to make sure you were wet enough for me by the time I got to you” he said softly, although he knew you were wet enough well before, he just loved how you looked when you needed him so bad. His cock was aching to be inside you, but he’d be damned if he was going to go the night without tasting you.

He swiped his tongue through your folds, lapping up your wetness, savoring every second. A loud moan erupted from your mouth as he did so, your fingers soon threading through his hair, your hands spurring him on. He soon attached his lips around your clit, sucking and pulling gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves. It wasn’t long until you were a complete moaning mess under him, his mouth working wonders on you. He pulled a finger up to your entrance, teasing momentarily before slowly entering you, your walls tightening around him as he began pumping his digit in and out of you, your hands fisting his sheets.

“How does it feel, love” he said against you, the vibrations sending you closer to the edge. His finger kept its pace, his mouth hovering over your clit, awaiting your response.

“Fucking amazing… oh god, don’t stop, Bri!” you managed to moan out, and he soon went back to eating you out like a god, entering another finger, curling them upwards. You were already a moaning mess underneath him, your thighs tightening around his head as you feel your orgasm building inside you.

“Fuck, Bri, I’m so close!” You screamed louder than you thought possible, your grip on his sheets tightening as he sped his fingers up, curling against your walls at just the right places.

“Cum for me, baby” He hummed against your clit before going right back to sucking on it, and that was just what you needed to tip you over the edge, a string of curses flying from your mouth as the waves of your orgasm washed throughout your body as Brian rode you through your high, his movements slowing as your breath calmed. He detached himself from your core, placing kisses up you body before sucking a quick hickey on your neck, finding your sweet spot as his hands softly laid on your waist, his cock throbbing against your thighs through his boxers. He soon made his way to your jaw, placing a quick open mouthed kiss to it before crashing his lips against yours, your hands making their way to the nape of his neck, one of which began to entangle itself in his hair as you pulled him closer to you. Once you fully came down from your orgasm, you flipped him over, your mouths connected until you began peppering kisses along his jawline as you straddled him, his hands guiding your hips as you ground them against his. You slowly made your way down his neck, across his collarbone before planting open mouthed kisses down his sternum until you reached the waistband of his boxers, hooking your fingers on either side as you made eye contact with him, your mouth mere centimeters away from his member. His breath hitched as you removed his restricting clothing to reveal his impressive length. He threw his head back as you took him in your hand, your thumb gently grazing over his slit, gathering the precum which had accumulated as he watched all the pleasure he had given you. Now it was your turn to repay the favor, and you sank your mouth onto him, unable to take most of him.

“Oh, fuck Y/N, that feels so good” he moaned out as you twirled your tongue around the head of his cock, your hand working his shaft. You slowly began to take more of him into your mouth, still a good amount of him in your hand when his tip hit the back of your throat, the sound of your gag making his cock twitch as he let out a loud moan, his hips bucking before he said a quick “‘m so sorry, love, just feels so good.” All you did was hum around him, bobbing your head up and down, you tongue flat as it applied pressure to him. His fingers tangled themselves into your hair, lightly pushing you down his length as he moaned your name again. You looked at him through your lashes, a single tear welling in each eye as he hit the back of your throat. You focused again on his tip, your tongue swirling around him as you looked into his eyes, and you began bobbing your head again, maintaining eye contact as he got closer to his release.

“I’m so close, but I wanna feel you ‘round my cock before I cum” he said as he pulled you off of him, bringing your lips to him as quickly as possible. Your hands cupped his jaw, and while one of his hand rested on your hip, the other searched through his bedside drawer for some protection. Once he had a condom in his hand, he flipped you onto your back, attaching his lips to your neck once again as he opened the package, breaking away to roll it onto his cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lined himself up at your entrance, his tip separating your slick folds.

“Are you ready?” he asked, kindness in his eyes as he looked at you for encouragement.  You nodded rapidly, managing to breath out a “yes” before he slowly slid himself into you, his head burying itself into the crook of your neck as he bottomed out, filling every inch of your wet pussy as you both let out loud yet breathy moans. He was stretching your walls perfectly, and he waited a moment for you to get used to his size before moving out of you again.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight” He breathed out as he began to thrust in and out of you, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he began hitting the perfect angle. Your head was going deeper into the pillow as he quickened his pace, his grunts and your moans filling the empty house. He dug his fingers into your hips, pulling you closer to him before he wrapped his forearm under your ass, creating an even better angle for him to pound into you at. He brought his other hand to your abdomen, rubbing circles into your clit causing you you let out a string of curses, his name entering the mix every few words.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer.” Brian grunted out, his thrusts getting sloppier as your second orgasm approaches, the feeling of Brian inside you doubled with him rubbing your clit making your mind reel.

“Neither will I, it feels so good, please don’t stop!” you screamed out, and before you knew it you came, Brian's name escaping your lips as your walls tightened around him, his load shooting into the condom as soon as he felt you cum around his cock. He continued his thrusts, riding out both of your highs. You both were breathing heavily as he collapsed beside you, removing the condom before tossing it into the trash bin beside his bed, his arm soon wrapping around your waist as you buried your head into his chest, your hand resting on his abdomen. He placed a delicate kiss to the top of your head, his hands rubbing up and down your back.

“I guess you should be getting back home soon, your parents must be worried sick.” Brian said as you looked up at him, and you placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“Well that’s where you’re wrong. My parents just so happened to take a romantic weekend of their own and left this morning and won’t be back until Monday night.” You told him, your hand brushing through his hair as his face lit up.

“Well then, how’d you like to stay the night? Or maybe the weekend?” He asked hopefully, leaning closer to your face.

“That sounds amazing, Bri.” You said, settling back into his chest, your eyes fluttering shut as you drifted off to sleep. It was still rather early, only about 8:30 PM, but two orgasms and a comfy bed really tire a girl out. And you had all weekend to be together, so you didn’t worry. You knew Brian fucking you senseless was bound to be a daily thing for the next three days. And you couldn’t be happier.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This is my first smut, so I hope it was good! Feel free to give me feedback, anything is appreciated! Until next time!

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only the lonely survive // colby brock - chapter two: ain’t it fun

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trigger warning: swearing, drinking, douchey guy, graphic language, light physical fighting (no blood or anything)

word count: 2589

During the car ride, I stayed silent. Corey and Casey are two of the most outgoing people I had ever met, and my introverted ass couldn't really jump in and say anything. Not that I minded, to be honest. I was kind of pissed at Casey.

How could she not tell that Corey Scherer was her best friend?

She knew that I watched him and all of the Trap House guys, and yet never mentioned he was her friend. I was conflicted... I thought we were close but maybe we weren't.

"So, Skye, what do you do for a living?" Corey asked, looking at me through his review mirror.

"Oh... I work in retail at the moment. I also do youtube on the side." I shrugged.

"Same here." He laughed.

"Yeah, me and Skye watch you all the time. Along with all your room mates." Casey replied, giggling.

"Are you a fan?" Corey questioned, smiling.

I cleared my throat, feeling uncomfortable. "I guess you could say that. I do love your content."

He nodded. "Aw thanks. What type of stuff do you make?"

"She does amazing covers. She is seriously one of the best singers I know." Casey said, jumping in.

"You can sing? That's cool." Corey beamed.

Casey chuckled, "No seriously, she is really good. I mean, she did study musical theater in college so she better be at least somewhat good."

"Oh that's sick." Corey cheered.

While Corey and Casey went back to catching up, I looked out the window, watching the houses we passed. Everything was white and pristine. The lawns were mowed to perfection. Every so often there would be a person walking a dog.

The car came to a stop as Corey pulled into the driveway of the house we were staying at. He turned the car off and popped the trunk. All three of us slowly got out of the car. Corey helped us bring our luggage inside the house.

The house was simple but beautiful. Everything looked new: the furniture, carpets, curtains, every little detail.

Man her uncle must be really rich.

"It was good seeing you again, Casey. I gotta go pick up Devyn from the gym and then we're gonna go get something to eat. I'll see you tomorrow. It was nice meeting you, Skye!" Corey said, giving Casey a quick hug and leaving.

Casey and I waved bye, watching Corey pull out of the driveway. Then she shut the door.

"Okay... what the fuck Casey?" I demanded.

"Alright, I know I have to explain myself. I'm sorry I never told you about Corey." She apologized, grabbing her luggage and starting to bring it to her room.

"I think you need to explain a little bit further." I crossed my arms, annoyed.

She sighed, putting her bag on her bed. "Look, back before Corey blew up on Vine, we were friends. I was even in one or two of his Vines. Because of this, when he got a following, immediately people pretended to be my friend just to get to him. Then he moved, and we remained friends, but I never told anyone I was friends with him. Then I went college and I met you. One day you brought up the Trap House and I thought 'shit she knows' but you never asked about him. Then you told me how you never followed Vine back when it was alive and that you only knew of them because of youtube. So I was in the clear..."

"I thought you trusted me a little more than that..." I muttered, looking down at the floor.

"I do trust you. I wouldn't have traveled across the country with someone I didn't trust. I just wasn't sure how to bring up the fact that I'm friends with people you stan. It would be like me telling you I'm related to the Jonas Brothers." She joked.

I looked up abruptly, "You aren't, are you? Because you know I love them."

"No I'm not." She laughed. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I just wasn't sure how I could tell you. Besides, seeing the look on your face when you saw Corey was kinda hilarious."

"You know what's more hilarious? Me punching you directly in the throat." I hissed jokingly.

"You're all talk." She retorted, throwing a shirt at me.

I threw the shirt back. "I wouldn't be so sure about it."

"Well, let me make it up to you. Tonight, let's go out clubbing and I'll buy you alcohol." She smiled.

"You're only suggesting that because I don't drink that much, you fucking cheapskate." I laughed.

She nodded her head, "Yes. However, I do have another gift for you."

"Oh goodie." I clapped my hands mockingly.

"How do you feel about meeting the Trap House tomorrow?" She asked, smirking.

I gulped, "What?"

"Corey and I were talking about hanging out tomorrow. He told me all the guys are gonna be home and I figured I could catch up with him and all of them. They haven't seen me in like a year or so." She said.

"I-I don't know." I stuttered, looking around her room.

"They all know about you." She replied.

I turned to her, wide eye, "I'm sorry, what?!"

"You know how during the summer I go home to Florida? Well sometimes I come out here instead and hang out with Corey and everyone in the Trap House. The last time I was out here I told them all about you. How you're my best friend and how amazing of a singer you are and also how you're a fan of them." She smiled brightly.

"Did you... go into detail of how much of a fan I am?" I questioned.

She turned her head to the side, "Like?"

"Like how I have a fan account? Like how I have all of their post notifications on and I follow them on literally every social media platform?" I stated.

She shook her head, "No. I just said you were a fan. That's it."

I sighed in relief, "Thank God."

"So... does that mean you're gonna hang out with me and the boys tomorrow?" She asked beaming.

Take chances, right?

"Sure. I guess so." I rolled my eyes.

"Yay! Honestly, you're gonna love them. Well, you're gonna love them more than you already do. They are seriously some of the nicest dudes you'll ever meet." She stopped in her tracks, gasping, "Oh my God, maybe you can get with one of them!"

"Everyone in the house has a girlfriend besides Colby." I said, confused.

"You're right. But... weirder things have happened." She replied, putting her clothes in the closet.

/  /  /  /

"Casey! Come on! Our uber's gonna be here in like two minutes." I yelled, filling up a cup with soda and vodka.

"I'm coming ya loud hoe!" Casey screamed, running into the kitchen. She grabbed the cup from my hands and took a swig of my cocktail.

I grumbled, "It's a little hard to be a hoe when no guy wants to fuck you." I snatched the cup from her hands, "Also make your own."

"There are plenty of guys that want to fuck you, Skye. It's just most of them are gross and don't deserve a text back, let alone seeing you naked." She replied.

"I think you're thinking of yourself. If you find a guy that wants me, feel free to send him my way." I rolled my eyes. I placed my cup down on the counter, grabbed my purse and headed towards the front door.

"Well if you want to attract a guy, maybe don't wear jeans to the club." She smirked, downing the rest of my drink.

I looked down at my outfit: a low-cut top, jeans, and platform boots. This was an average outfit for me.

I sighed, "Look my dude, I didn't feel like getting dressed up. Besides I haven't unpacked yet and this outfit was on top."

"We've been here for seven hours, why haven't you unpacked?" She asked, shutting and locking the front door behind her.

"I'll do it when we get home, mom." I mocked, turning to look at her. She raised her middle finger towards me. I blew her a kiss.

/  /  /  /

"It surprisingly busy for a Sunday night!" I yelled, getting close to Casey's ear.

The club 'Roses' was packed tonight. I asked Casey how she even knew of this place, telling me it's where her and Corey go every time she's in LA. Apparently this is also the go-to spot if you want to see D-Listers and influencers all in the same tiny place.

The whole place smelled like shitty cologne, tequila, sweat, and poor life choices.

I was home.

"Let's just try to get a drink! I need one!" She yelled back, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bar.

When we got there, we ordered our drinks. First, shots. Two each. Then a cocktail.

"I'm surprised you're letting me drink more than one tonight, you know, since you're paying." I stated, elbowing her lightly.

"We're only in California once, why not live it up a bit? Besides you won't have more than three drinks, four tops." She shrugged.

I raised my eyebrow, "How do you know that? Maybe I'll surprise you and have FIVE tonight."

She rolled her eyes. The bartender came up to us.

"That guy over there ordered you these." He said, pointing at the other end of the bar.

We both looked over to see a tall blonde hair guy. He was buff, wearing only a muscle shirt and tight black jeans. He had one sleeve of tattoos. He smiled, nodding over at us. He disappeared into the crowd, coming over.

One guess as to who he was going to talk to first.

"Sup ladies, my name's Mark. It's nice to meet ya!" Mark said, eyeing Casey.

"Hey. Thanks for the drink by the way." Casey replied, smiling.

"No problem. What's your name, beautiful?" He asked, smirking.

I rolled my eyes but jumped in before Casey could speak. "I'm Christina, and she's Emily."

We both made a pack many years ago that if we weren't comfortable around a guy, the easiest way to let each other know was to change our names. It was subtle, but efficient; especially when you're drunk.

Why was I uncomfortable with this guy? Who knows.

"Nice. Why don't you come dance with me?" He requested, grabbing Casey's hand.

Casey turned to me, "Are you good, Christina?"

I nodded my head. She winked at me, slowly being pulled onto the dance floor. I looked back at the two shots Mark ordered for us. I downed both.

Haha, jokes on you Casey. I have gone over my limit.

Bitch...

/  /  /  /

After scrolling through my phone for the nth time, I looked at the dance floor, trying to find Casey. I spotted her; she had her phone in one hand and her drink in the other. She was also grinding lazily against Mark.

Ew.

I looked back at my phone, checking the time. Suddenly, a text popped up.

 Casey: plz come ovr nd get ths douche away frm me

 I looked up at her, seeing her stare at me. I nodded my head, finishing my sixth drink tonight, and started walking over to her.

Time to use my theater degree for something.

"Oh my God Christinaaa let's goooo home I'm tired." I whined, bumping into Casey 'drunkenly'.

Casey turned towards Mark. "Hey I'm really sorry but I gotta get my friend home now."

"What why? Can't she call an uber herself? I thought we were having fun." Mark groaned.

She sighed. "I'm sorry, but I want to make sure she's okay getting home. Don't need her to fall into the wrong hands."

"Okay I guess. Wait... isn't your name Emily?" He questioned.

I looked at Casey, she looked at me. I grabbed her hand and we ran outside.

"Shit, how did you forget my fake name?" She hissed, throwing my hand off hers.

"I'm sorry I forgot your fake name, I'll make sure to remember it next time." I grunted, rolling my eyes. I grabbed my phone, clicked the uber app, and called one. "What was the problem with Marky-Mark back there anyway?"

"Well for one thing, he smelled like Axe body spray and I immediately felt like I was back in high school grinding on a dude during prom. Also, I really can't understand how he was out of rhythm when I was the one doing all the work." She explained.

"I had a feeling he was gonna be douchey. However, being a bad dancer and smelling weird doesn't make him a shitty person." I quipped.

Casey's eyes widen. I scrunched my face, confused. Turning around, I saw the reason for her shocked expression: Mark. Standing right behind me, with a beer bottle in hand.

"So... you're not that drunk anymore. Maybe now Emily, or Christina, or whatever the fuck your name is can come back inside and dance with me some more." Mark sneered, reaching for Casey.

I jumped in front of his hand, "Look dude, I understand you want to keep hanging out with my friend, but she doesn't want to hang with you anymore. The both of us... don't want her hanging with you anymore. So, we're just gonna go home and you can go find some other girl to party with."

"You know bitch, you keep cock-blocking me and I'm getting real tired of it." He shouted, getting in my face.

"Fucker it ain't cock-blocking if you were never gonna get fucked to begin with. Also, calling me a bitch really isn't helping your case." I replied, stepping up to him.

He rolled his eyes, "Whatever, slut." He started to walk away.

I grabbed my chest, mockingly, "Ow, you hurt me."

He stopped, turn back towards me, reached out, and poured his beer down the center of my shirt.

"Look: two wet bitches for me!" He bellowed, smiling.

All I saw was red. This motherfucker is about to lose his balls. But as I was rearing up to go Tonya Harding on him, the bouncer grabbed him and slammed him against the wall, smashing the beer bottle on Mark's hand in the process.

"What the fuck?!" Marked yelled, trying to get out of the bouncer's grip.

Casey started pulling my arm. I looked to see our uber pull up. I looked at Mark, flipped him off, and jumped into the car.

After a silent, uncomfortably wet, 20-minute drive, we finally got home.

I sighed, stepping into the house. I immediately took my shirt off, walking into the kitchen.

"Woah, I didn't know coming home with you would get me a free show." Casey joked, dropping her body onto the couch.

I grabbed two water bottles from the fridge. I placed one down on the coffee table in front of Casey.

"I feel like buying you two drinks isn't sufficient enough for the bs that we went through tonight so... how about tomorrow I buy you dinner?" She said, smiling sweetly.

I took a long swig of my water. "Yeah that sounds fine. I would also appreciate it if you could steer clear of douche bags for the rest of the trip, for the sake of my sanity and wardrobe."

"I can't make any promises, but I will do my best." She replied, scrunching her nose. 

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