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haetrack · 1 year ago

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UR HYUCK FIC IS SO CUTEEE OMG IM SO EXCITED FOR PT 2

Since ur requests are open would it be okay to request one where the (dom) reader ignores his brattiness until he gives in and starts begging them to ride him 🫣

req 1: dom!reader x sub!haechan

wc: 2.4k (yes i’m aware i yap too much)

content warnings: afab!reader, bratty haechan, unprotected sex, handjob, reader ignores haechan, riding, degradation, food mention, one slap, one use of slut, not really edited don’t yell at me

a/n: thank u for liking spur of the moment!!! hope u enjoyyy bc i certainly enjoyed writing this 🫶

you’ve always loved how attentive and touchy your boyfriend is.

he knows how you’re feeling, knowing when to step in or give you the space you need. you’re sure he’s secretly keeps a list of all the things you like and dislike. he always has a hand somewhere on your body, not a part left untouched. you’ve even seen him listen to your favorite songs, fighting against the stubborn thought that his music is the best.

it’s only on days like this where you realize that he might be just a bit too needy.

you’ve been working on a slideshow for a presentation you have to do for class. it’s been sitting on top of your to-do list, but you just can’t help but procrastinate a little. haechan knows that you’ll be working on it, busy with making and memorizing slides. like the good boyfriend he is, he tells you good luck and presses a small kiss to your cheek.

you can’t say that this is entirely his fault, not when you just let him come over. when he sends you a text letting you know that he coincidentally bought your favorite takeout, you just can’t say no to that. you’ve been working on this stupid project all day, you deserve to see your favorite person and eat your favorite food with him.

you can tell when he walks in, takeout in hand, that the air around him feels a little different. you wrap him in a warm embrace and thank him for the food. he happily reciprocates the hug, but he nuzzles his nose to the crook of your neck, then placing a wet kiss there. you send him a quick glare, and he laughs at how cute you look. “no funny business, haechan, you know what i need to do after this.”

he looks shocked and offended, “i can’t believe you think i want anything! maybe this is just who i am as a person,” he says, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to the top of it.

all you can do is huff in his face, “you’re such a weirdo.”

“love it when you’re mean to me, does something crazy to me.”

you almost slam the door in his face.

you both eat together at your apartment's small dining table. he asks you how your project is going and you just sigh, and he looks at you with a sorry face, sharing some of his portion of food with you. you happily accept it, and he asks if he could feed it to you. you quickly deny his offer, and he goes off on a tangent about how he just wants to take care of his baby. you laugh at his antics, and he’s happy that you can feel a little relieved with him around.

once you finish, you both clean up and talk from there. you ask about what he’s going to do (to which he interjects, hopefully you, and you ignore him), if he’s busy tomorrow, and if he has any work to do now. he pulls out his backpack and reaches for his laptop, moving to the coffee table in front of your couch. you join him, and he immediately hugs your side, making happy, high-pitched noises.

you have to forcibly pull him off of you, and before he can whine, you say, “i seriously have to get this done or else i will definitely have to drop out.”

“i know… you just look really good today.”

you let out a small laugh, all you’re wearing is house clothes, having done nothing else. you pat his shoulder and open your laptop back up, your project looking you straight in the eyes. it’s time to lock in.

after only a few minutes of work, you can feel haechan’s attention shift from his work to you. you can feel his eyes trail all over you, and you’re not sure if he’s trying to be subtle or not. with one last look, he bites his lip, shifting in his spot. you ignore him, this project being just a little more important now than haechan trying to get your attention. you hear a small sigh from him, and you type just a little slower.

he goes back to his work, scrolling mundanely through an article. without his distractions, you’re able to get through a few more slides. when you go back to your notes to find a reference, you feel a warm touch on your thigh. you decide to leave it be, you know how he is. the thing is, it squeezes softly before trailing higher up. he let’s his hand sit there, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

if it were any other day, you’d let him continue touching you to see what would happen. but today is different. you reach for his hand and give it a soft squeeze, giving him the attention he happily seeks. he looks up to you with hopeful eyes, and you shake your head at him, returning to your work. you’re sure if you continue like this, he’s surely going to start whining in your ear.

if you knew any better, you would look down to see that he’s getting hard in his sweats. there’s nothing like getting the attention that he wants, but there’s something about you so willing to ignore his actions to do something more important. it sets off a little fire in him, and he will get your attention, no matter what he has to do.

after numerous attempts of haechan trying to get you to look at him and touch him, you’re close to breaking. he sits closer to you, a hand settled by your hip, one hand moving up and groping your chest and tweaking a hard nipple. you swat his hands away and he lets out a little groan of your name like he’d normally do during sex. he tries to shove his fingers into your sweats, and before he can feel how wet you are, you scold him. he only sends a sweet smile your way.

it’s when you’re almost done with the last two slides when he grabs your hand and places it on top of his bulge. he twitches with just the light touch of your hand, and you can feel how hard he is. you slightly scoff, and you squeeze tightly around his length. he moans out and moves to grab your hand again, moving it to below his sweats. you move your hand around his clothed dick once before leaving it there, resuming your work.

he whines out at this and bucks his hips into your hand, encouraging you to touch him again. he can see you scrolling through your notes, realizing that he’s losing to a fucking project. you’re right there, and yet you’re still not looking at him. while he tries to sound serious, his voice comes out whiny and breathless, “fucking move already.”

you smile at your screen, finding some of the last information you need. as a reward, you move to squeeze your fingers around his tip, feeling the small patch of precum making your fingers sticky. he moans out again as his hands move to grip the edge of the table, and you just hum softly in response. your hand moves under his boxers and you squeeze around him again, gaining a satisfactory whimper of your name.

haechan can easily make you touch him, can easily fuck you, but he likes it like this. he feels so small under your touch, so desperate to make you fuck him. and while his inherent brattiness is making this harder for him, the chase of it all makes him much more hornier.

you begin to type with one hand, albeit a little slow, while the other begins to work on haechan. gather his precum to help the slide of your fist. he bucks his hips in your hold, and just for a second, you turn to look at him and let out a small stop, before you continue. he groans out, clearly getting annoyed with your teasing, “i wouldn’t be like this if you would just fuck me already.”

you cock your head at him before you squeeze your fist around him again, “behave, haechan.”

he throbs in your touch, and you can feel the drops of precum spill out of his tip. how badly you want to put your mouth around him, but you still need to finish this. one more slide and only a few more strokes of haechan’s dick before you know he’ll cum. after finding what you need, you focus on him while looking busy. you pump him harder, making whimpers and moans fall from his mouth.

he’s breaking, you think. you can see out of the corner of your eyes that his eyes are tightly shut, tears threatening to slip out of them. he’s like this because of a handjob. when you can feel he’s close, when he calls out your name, you pull away from him, wiping your wet hand onto his thigh to resume your typing. he looks at you, so close to crying, his orgasm being ripped away from him.

you’re feeling quite needy yourself, and you hurry this last slide up, knowing fully well that it’s going to come out bad. there is something more important that you need to attend to, being your boyfriend who’s letting out soft sobs besides you. you can feel how wet you are as you clench around nothing hearing your boyfriend cry out to you.

before you finish up, you hear haechan cry out, “please! i’m sorry! i just- i need you so bad and i c-can’t! please ride me, i want you so bad!”

hearing him, you slam your laptop shut, causing him to jump slightly. you move to quickly sit on his lap and you wipe his tears away, shushing him softly. he looks up at you and you drag your thumb over his lip, and you whisper out to him, “you know how bratty you were being, distracted me from doing my work…”

he nods along to your words, apologies slipping out of his mouth. you can feel his dick twitch under you, and you coo softly at him. he reaches up to kiss you, but you move, causing him to miss and kiss the corner of his mouth. “no baby, you’re gonna get what i give you, i don’t think you deserve such nice rewards.”

he just whimpers, silently begging you to do something. you whisper out a be patient before moving to take off your sweats. he does the same, only pushing his sweats and boxers down to his midthigh. you straddle him again, and he looks up at you with his teary eyes, obedience painted all over his face. you smile sweetly, “if i ride you, will you cum too fast?”

he shakes his head no, but you both know how he is, and seeing him like that gets you off fast. you push your panties to the side, sliding your slick all over his cock. you can feel his tip get caught at your entrance, and his breath hitches, hands moving over to grab onto your ass. you sit yourself up and you position his dick to your entrance properly. in one final act of brattiness, he suddenly pushes you down onto him, causing you both to moan out.

the stretch isn’t bad considering the lack of foreplay on your end, but being sopping wet does help out. you softly moan out, but haechan on the other end can’t stop moaning and whimpering. you take a moment to get used to the stretch, all while haechan is under you, swiveling his hips.

when you begin to move on top of him, his head lolls back onto the couch behind him, eyes shutting, brows furrowed as your pussy sucks his cock in. all you can hear are the high-pitched noises coming out of him and the loud squelch coming from between your thighs. you have to manually grab his hand to move it to your clit, reminding him that it’s not all about him.

his eyes are still shut, fingers making light circles around your clit, and you’re clearly not getting as much out of this as he is. you call out his name, but to no avail. it’s not until you slap his cheek, calling out his name louder that he moans out again and opens his eyes to see you, riding him with an angry look on your face. it feels too much, and he swears he almost cums on the spot.

you can feel him twitching inside of you, his hips beginning to move to help you both out. his thumb lazily begins to move against your clit, and the added stimulation makes it a lot better. “t-too busy focused on yourself, right? you should be thankful i decided to fuck you, you needy slut.”

“yes, thank you! ‘m your needy slut, wanna be yours forever!” he can feel you clench at his words, moaning out to you, begging you to let him cum.

you shake your head, asking him to wait for you to cum first. he bites down on his lip, eyes shutting once more as he tries to fight off his orgasm. this only spurs you on, your hips moving faster, your hands sliding under his shirt and pinching his nipples. his hips jut up into yours, causing a whimper of your name to fall out of his mouth.

haechan hears this, and he feels his dick twitch harshly, a broken moan falling from his mouth, “c-cumming!”

you’re not surprised, quite pleased with the feeling of his cum filling you up. you continue to move on top of him, riding him throughout his orgasm. you don’t stop until he pushes at your hips, crying and trying to force you off of him. you comply, a sly smile on your face as he dazedly watches his cum seep out of your hole. you finally kiss him, and he lets out soft cries of your name between you two.

once he settles down, you move to sit on top of the couch, legs spread open for him. he turns over and seems your cum-filled pussy, his cum spilling out of you. he slowly looks up at you, hearing you say, “are you gonna clean me up, baby?”

he has never moved faster, your attentive boyfriend moving to where you need him most.

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myjjbaby · 5 years ago

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okay so the idea is reader taking one (or many) of jj's shirts without asking him, and every time he sees her with one of his shirts on he's like 🥺🥺 and finally she says she likes his smell and wears them because of that and idk some fluff (sorry if this is bad it was just an idea i had)

white t-shirt

author’s note - this kinda deviated from the original request but it just happened because your girl is angsty. happy first time writing in a month to me!! (apologies in advance im rusty). thank you to lisa @angellissy for being my hype woman as much as im yours because this wouldn't happen without you so. couple folks who i love who asked to be tagged so: @baby-bearie @dpaccione (taglist? yes or no? someone want to teach me how?) please also know that even as my dash returns to normal and im writing this doesnt mean ive stopped or anyone else should stop advocating for black lives matter so please do all you can loves :))

synopsis - requested by @strkydrw! JJ isnt used to public affection and it creates a wedge between the two of you. which JJ isnt about to let happen.

warnings - mentions of anxiety, smidge of angst, and a swear cause i felt like it. 1.7k of comfort!boyfriend!JJ

JJ Maybank was not one for public displays of affection. He was so used to going it alone that he couldn’t fathom someone wanting to love him for the whole world to see. You were okay with it, really you were, it was just something that made the blonde who he was.

Through your time together he became more lenient. A short peck in front of the Pogues or rough fingertips brushing the skin of your waist when your shirt rose up at a kegger. He loved you and that’s all you could ask for.

But to say you weren’t needy for his affection would be a complete lie. Curling into his side at the Kook’s walk-in movie, being able to love on your perfect boy for the whole world to see, but little hand touches were enough for you if it meant JJ was yours.

You had a bad day. A crap day. Everything that could’ve gone wrong, did and now you want your boyfriend. You needed JJ’s arms to wrap you up and push all your worries away. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen.

You were at a party at the Boneyard, like most summer nights on Outer Banks, and your personal security blanket was far too busy by the keg to take notice of you. Pope was sitting next to you on a piece of driftwood. The sweet boy had a knack for reading you and the Pogues like an open book. He could spot your glowering from just about anywhere.

“Pope, I’m fine.”

“Yeah and I’ll leave you alone when I believe you.”

“Pope,” he glared at you, “okay, okay.”

The two of you settled into a calm silence. Pope sipped at his plastic water bottle, which Kie had already ratted him for, and you fiddled with your fingers, relaxing at JJ’s smile in the distance. A frown slipped over your features just as quickly as your sweet smile had appeared.

“Y/N?”

Turning your head to the dark skinned boy, you appreciated his concerned smile but honestly you’d rather bask in your misery alone if you couldn’t have your blue-eyed boy.

“I’m gonna walk home,” Pope’s eyes followed your movement as you stood, “tell JJ for me?”

Now he knew something was off, though you and your boyfriend were never outwardly affectionate, Pope knew of the silent love you shared. The fact you didn’t want to tell JJ you were leaving nor grasped the opportunity to squeeze the blonde’s hand was unsettling.

He watched you slip away, staying out of the firelight so JJ had no chance of catching your departure. He waited until you disappeared over the dune and started your short walk back home before practically bounding across the beach and gripping JJ’s bicep.

“Woah Pope, quite the grip there.”

“Y/N went home.”

“What?”

“Y/N left.”

The blonde quickly scanned the sandy beach, eyebrows furrowing when he didn’t find your familiar figure. He glanced back at Pope.

“Do you know why?”

“She seemed upset.”

“What? Why didn’t sh-”

“I don’t know, but that’s not the point,” he flicked the side of JJ’s head, “the point is that your girlfriend needs you so bust a move.”

Pope barely got the last words out before the blue-eyed boy practically sprinted through the crowd.

You were a mess by the time you reached your familiar grey house with tears streaming down your cheekbones as the screen door slammed behind you. You pushed your way through the house, feeling your legs ready to give out under your weight.

You slipped out of your clothes and goosebumps rose across your skin, the summer breeze chilled against your tanned skin. Pushing your jackets and sundresses aside in your closet, you reached for the worn white t-shirt tucked behind the rest of your clothes. The stained Pelican Marina shirt was one of your prized possessions. JJ had asked you about the article of clothing before saying how he lost it and wondered if you had seen it.

You denied everything.

The t-shirt always calmed you, the smells of the salt air and JJ’s weed, it made you feel like you were curled up in his hold. With just his shirt on, you slid under your blankets and pulled the knitted fabric to your chin. You tried to ignore the wetness of your skin and the pinch in your chest that even JJ’s aroma couldn’t solve.

You were so distracted by your waves of emotions you nearly missed the soft revving of the motorbike in your driveway. Your heart clamped when you heard the soft murmurs between your boyfriend and your dad as they undoubtedly worried about your off demeanor.

“Y/N?”

Your breathing felt erratic as you quickly closed your eyes, praying you wouldn’t have to admit anything to JJ. You waited for him to leave after a soft sigh slipped through the crack beneath your door, but instead you heard the familiar creak of wood against rusted hinges.

You silently thanked your past self for laying down with your back to the wall because you knew you’d crack under JJ’s crystal gaze. Willing your lungs to settle, you felt his familiar warm touch settle over the fabric of his shirt you were wearing. The soft movement of his fingers kneading into your back nearly caused a whimper after longing for the boy’s touch for so long.

“Baby? I know you're awake.”

Mentally cursing your boyfriend, you rolled over to your side as JJ pressed his body closer to yours, practically laying on the bed now.

“Hi.”

“Hi sweet girl.”

He sweetly pressed his lips to the tip of your nose, smiling against the skin when he felt your cheek against his hand warm up. The blonde tried to pull back to admire your flushed features but you hid your face in his neck. You smiled when your actions emitted a chuckle from the boy which filled up the silence in your room.

This was what you wanted more than anything. Your perfect, loving JJ holding you close and kissing you tenderly, but not like this. You wanted to feel adored outside of the safety of closed doors and four walls, but that wouldn’t happen. You pouted at your ruined daydream.

“Hey, hey,” JJ felt your frown against his tanned skin, “baby, you have to tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Y/N…”

“Really, it’s nothing, J, can we just forget it?”

“No.”

“J-”

“Tell me.”

You stayed silent, breathing in his presence, the pinch in your chest finally releasing.

“Baby, please?”

“Are you embarrassed by me?”

“What?”

He pulled away from your touch as he frantically searched for some kind of explanation in your eyes.

“Sweet girl? Why would you ever think that?”

“You’re embarrassed to be seen with me.”

“That’s not true.”

“You have to force yourself to kiss me in front of your friends and you won’t talk to me, much less touch me in public. It’s like I’m dating different people, JJ. The boy I fell in love with and some guy who’d never give me the time of day.”

“Bab-”

“No,” you sat up, letting his once comforting arm slip off your body, “I had the worst day and everything was too much and I just needed you. I need you, JJ. But I didn’t even want to tell you because I was scared you were going to brush me off. I don’t want to have to think twice before going to you, I shouldn’t have to but I jus-”

You were cut off by a harsh sob that was building up in your throat throughout the day. The weight of everything pulling you down for too long. Your cries, however, were quickly muddled as JJ pulled you into his warm, taut chest. His pillowy lips pushed against your skin, shushing you in comfort.

“I’m so sorry, Baby, I’m not embarrassed by you. For fuck’s sake, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m sorry. I’m just not used to it, I guess. You love so proudly and the fact that I have you is overwhelming. I’ve never done this before, loving someone. I wish you had told me, sweet girl, I love you so much, angel. So much and if you need me to hold you or kiss you or whatever, just tell me, okay?”

You nodded against the soft fabric of his navy shirt, your sobs giving out to breathy whimpers. It was peaceful like that, the room completely dark except for the moon and stars shining through your curtains and your boy holding you tight as you laid on his chest. You leaned back to stare at his serene facial features and watched as he fiddled with the hem of your clothing.

“Baby?”

You hummed, settling back into the crook of his neck.

“Is this my shirt?”

“Umm, maybe?”

He felt your skin heat up against his and smirked, trying to catch your eye in the dim light.

“Why’d you take it?”

“I don’t know, I just wanted you with me when I couldn’t have you.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweet girl, I like you in my clothes. And you can always have me, okay?”

You hummed again, drowsiness forcing your lids closed. JJ shivered as your eyelashes fluttered over the smooth skin of his neck.

“What do you think of wearing this to tomorrow’s boat day with everyone?”

He mumbled into the night, smiling at the idea of you laying out with his shirt announcing you were his, but his suggestion went unanswered because your were already fast asleep in the comfort of the blue-eyed boy’s arms.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 5 years ago

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i just watched this video of chris drunk during an interview and omg he is the cutest bean ever😍 so here comes another request, chris is out, drinking with friends and he calls you because he is clingy with you more so when drunk and he is just spilling everything, how much he loves you and the whole wedding vows and promises and then he comes home but doesn’t recognize you and he is like ‘no, i don’t wike you, i have a girlfriend’😂 i know very specific but omg i’m so in love with him💕

Babes, he is the Sweetest cutest drunk man ever, if its the video where he goes on about how hes not a tap dancer, but lets lay claim to that fame, cause why the hell not. XD haha. I loved trying to picture what he would do. And absolutely he would get so gushy for his girl, needing to tell her how much he loved her. Awww. Love this one, thank you so much!

“God I need a break”

Chris’s arm slung over his eyes as he tipped his head back, taking a deep chest raising breath. You glanced up from your seat across the room, watching him from over your book. A frown playing on your lips at the sight of him being so tensed and stressed out. Everything about him right now was taunt and rigid. And with a sigh he moved back into a sit, leaning over his documents spread on the coffee table. Setting your book aside, you grabbed your phone and headed into the kitchen, pulling up a group chat with all of Chris’s closest friends.

‘Hey what you guys all doing tonight?’ You chewed your lip a bit waiting. They were rather quick though, sending you a quick fire replies.

‘Nothing!’

‘Staying home on the couch watching trash tv’

‘Suggestions?’

‘Whats up Buttercup?’ Last one came from Scott, he started giving you teasing nicknames simply cause you were practically his sister in law at this point.

‘Chris desperately needs a night out with all of you, and wont ask for it himself. Help him (and me) out?’

You peeked back out of the room, to see Dodger huffing at Chris with a ball in his mouth, shoving into his lap. Chris absently with a flick of the wrist tossed it across the room. The fact he wouldnt even look up, but the crease deepened in his forehead as his eyes scanned the words, rubbing his chin let you know he needed this. He kept up like that, his beard you adored so much was gonna be rubbed off. Come on guys, you thought. It was then you heard the ping, and it popped up on your screen.

‘Say no more, we will take care of it’

They were the best. Seconds later Chris’s phone started buzzing, rattling across the coffee table, jarring him at the noise. It was persistent, as he reached to grasp it, going through the ‘Buddy, Julios, 8 pm tonight!’ messages, Scott sending a private one later ‘Picking you up tonight’ Leaving it so Chris didnt have to worry about driving.

“Y/N, the guys want to go out tonight... “ He pushed off the sofa and went in search of you, finding you standing at the kitchen counter, selecting an apple out of the fruit bowl and start slicing it up. “Hmm, whats that Chris?” You ask while coring your fruit, asting as if you didnt know what he was gonna ask.

“Guys want to go out tonight, you want to come? They are apparently not taking im to busy as an answer. Scotts driving.”

You act surprised, and give a shake of the head. “No, Im gonna stay home tonight. Working on a work project, and I want to finish it up.” You gather your fruit in a bowl and come around to reach him. “But I will leave the porch light on for you Handsome.” You lean up as if to kiss him and when he went to meet you, you stuff an apple in his mouth, grinning as you pluck up another piece and snip of the tip of it.

“Just dont forget your keys cause I will be sleeping.” You smirk, after swallowing, moving to go around him. He wasnt about to let you get away though, catching you around your hips and pulling you in close, using his beard to tickle your neck. “Oh I know you had something to do with this Baby!”

You are laughing and squealing, denying your guilt as you try to escape. “No way! It wasnt--- CHRIS!” he was relentless though and chased you into the livingroom once you broke free, already he was starting to relax more.

That night, you did as you promised and left the porch light on, making sure the door was locked and headed into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Your phone sat nearby, and right in the middle of you scrubbing for those pearly whites, Chris’s ring tone popped up, the phone lighting up the picture of the three of you. Picking it up, you had to chuckle at the message.

‘Baby, I miss you so much. What are you doing? Do you miss me yet.(sad face sad face heart)’

You typed out ‘Brushing my teeth and heading to bed. Sounds like your having a good time. (wink)’

It wasnt even seconds before you got another one, this time it was ‘But do you MISS me?’ Yea he was tipsy, he always got a bit needy once he had some liquor in him.

‘Yes, course I do. Sleeping all alone is tough without you to cuddle up with.’ You knew that would make him smile. Snapping off the light, you go into the bedroom and turn down the bed, setting about doing the rest of your nightly routine when it pings again. This time there is a video, which you move to sit up against the headboard, hitting play.

It starts out all wonky, like Chris didnt have the camera still, and then it turns to him, at an odd angle, he must not be holding it high enough, and hes shouting over the music. “Y/N, I couldnt type anymore, the keys are to small.” he lifts it higher and you can see the others in the background, goofing off and shouting at him to return to the party, he waves them off and steps away further, away from the music, so you can hear him properly now. “I just wanted to tell you how much I fucking love you. Oh so much baby.” He rubs his face quickly, you can tell what hes saying is important to him, something that hes kept for a while, but finally had to get it out. Whenever he gets emotional, he rubs and touches his face. “I just need you always in my life, and I know you will tell me not to be silly, but listen. I love you so much, I just need to tell you. When we get married, im writing my own vows, your worth so much baby, I cant wait to make you all mine. I still need to go buy that ring though. How do I open up reminders?” His finger slammed down on the phone and its here he accidentally hit send, making you laugh hard enough that tears start streaming down your face.

It was no hidden fact that Chris wanted to tie the knot, he had mentioned it several times, so you couldnt wait to show this to him to see that flush rise up his cheeks and him shrugging as if he confessed some big secret. “Dont pay attention to that, I have to do it right!” Little did he know that you didnt even need the ring. If he just asked, you would in a heartbeat agree. But as he said, he wanted to do it right, and you were fine with waiting for him to be ready.

You send a message to Scott. ‘Please bring Chris home safe, hes so liquored!’ Which Scott just sent back a laughing emoji, clearly amused with his brother. It went quiet, and you pull the blankets up, falling asleep shortly after.

It was a couple hours later when you heard Dodger shuffle out of the bedroom and give a soft bark. Chris must be home, you thought as you rolled to get up, and wearing nothing but his oversized tee, you pad out to see where he was. Ahh, the kitchen. On the counter was several bags of what looked like taco bell, and he was rummaging for something. You lean in the doorway and say his name “Chris, honey, what are you looking for?”

From in the fridge he remarks “more cheese, I need more cheese” Between his legs, Dodger also has his head stuck in the fridge, the two of them quite the pair. You open a cupboard and take out some nacho cheese, unscrewing the top for Chris. In this state of mind, you didnt want him to try for himself. “Here Handsome, I got you a jar.” He turned suddenly, half tripping over Dodger as he went for the bag of tacos, and dumping out a pile of food. “Your the best... “ drizzling cheese all over his taco and taking a big bite, he gave what could only be described as a dirty moan, his eyes rolling back. “This is the best, besides Y/N’s tacos. I miss my baby”

“Im right here” You state, but he ignores you, going back to his taco. While hes eating, you go back to lock the door, pick up his shoes, and leave the rest of his chaos for the morning.

Getting back, you see hes left behind his meal, and with a roll of your eyes you pick that up to. He would make it up to you tomorrow. You would be sure of it. Heading towards the bedroom, you saw him collapsed on the bed, groaning. You bite your lip to keep from laughing, going to set on your side of the bed. “Chris, do you want to get undressed?”

His eyes slanted open as he looked up at you, and he groaned, turning away. “Go away, wheres Y/N?”

Well this was a first for you, your hand touches Chris’s back. “Baby, its me.”

He shifted once more to turn on his side facing away from you, muttering “I dont wike it, Stop, go away, your not Y/N”

“Chris?” You move to lean over him, your hand braced on his shoulder for leverage to glance over his half sleeping form, and he half slapped at your hand touching him, grumbling into his pillow. “Stop, I dont wike it. Wheres Y/N?” It wasnt often Chris resorted back to placing his W’s in place of the L’s.

You pull back and study him a moment, getting your phone and texting Scott.

‘How much did you guys give Chris?’

‘Oh honey, that boy is out of commission when I dropped him off at home. He should be passed out by now.’

No shit Scott, you think. Setting your phone aside. Chris has shifted again, to his back, and gives a smile seeing you and sighing. “Y/N is so beautiful, I cant wait till we have all the babies. Little Y/N all over the place.”

You pat his chest and lay down next to him. “Yes sir, all the babies, and Chris can change all the dirty diapers, and car pool them back and forth to soccer camp.”

He loped an arm around you and cuddled you in close to him, humming. “Yup. Tell Y/N that when she comes home that I miss her.”

“Oh of course, she will be very happy to see your home safe.”

That made him smile and he buried his face in your hair. Within minutes he started snoring softly, and you moved his arm from over your chest to settle at your waist. Finally you to drift off for the night.

The next morning came to you waking up first, bleary eyed, Chris came into focus, having moved during the night. Now he was on his back, head tipped back into the pillows, and mouth wide open. You were pretty tempted to take a picture, but before you could move, he slung an arm around you and twisted to his side, muttering against your shoulder.

“What Handsome?”

“I want... to die. Ugh” He lifted his head enough to rub the sleep out of his eyes and rubbed his chin against your neck, resettling himself against you. “How bad was I?”

Your hand comes up to card your fingers through his hair, light and gentle, he started humming softly at the soothing feeling.

“Well... You insisted on eating tacos, left a whirlwind of stuff in our livingroom, and you didnt remember who I was.” That shot his head up, in confusion.

“What?”

“Yea, you were convinced I was another woman and everytime I tried to like touch you to make sure you were okay, You brush me off and demand to know where I was.” You giggled softly at the memory, and he dropped his head groaning.

“Shit baby Im so sorry if I was an ass.”

“No no, you werent. It was more like you just wanted to see me, and you werent gonna accept another woman. It was kind of cute. You kept saying I dont wike it whenever i touched you. Oh and you um... sent me a video.”

He grumbled against your shoulder. “Course I did... I dont even want to know what was on it.”

You bring your hand to slide down the back of his neck, to his shoulders and rub along his upper back. “Well, it was all good stuff Chris. It was about how much you missed me, and loved me, then there was talks about a wedding ring.” Again he groaned against you, lifting his head up.

“Listen Y/N, when I said all that... “ He started and you cupped your hand over his mouth.

“Stop Babes, you were drunk. You really dont have to say anything. It was a cute video, and thats all I took it for.”

His eyes flashed in a touch of relief, another less sure woman might have been hurt at her mans relief, but you knew better. Chris was a man who ‘wanted to do it right’. You tilted your head up and nuzzled your nose against his. “How about you jump in the shower, and I will go make us a hangover cure?”

“And whats that?”

“Why more alcohol of course.”

He seemed to ponder a bit on your offer, and rolled to sit up, stretching. “Your on baby. Can you stay in my shirt though?” His blue eyes darkened in desire. “Cause your so fucken sexy in my clothes and I have plans for us later.”

You move to get off the bed, cupping his face once you stand and kiss his lips playfully. “Of course” As you turn to leave, his hand snaps playfully across your bare ass, and you smirk leaving the room.

Party is just getting started now.

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datingintampafails · 4 years ago

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Chapter 33: Robert*

Robert* reminds me of Peter*, in which, there’s confusion about names, the vibes are never quite right, and the date is pretty short. Though in this case, although we did talk for a longer time than Peter* and I did, the date itself was even shorter, a whopping 45 minutes.

Initially, Robert* likes me first on Hinge. His profile is not necessarily a slam dunk for me. He looks decent looking, though not my usual type, and has a chain bakery listed as to where he works. I like to think I am not a snob when it comes to careers, I’m pretty open-minded, but I do want to be with someone who has ambition and can have intelligent conversations with me since I am pretty well educated. Basically, someone around my level of thinking.

I decided to give the guy a chance and respond to his like by mentioning that I really like cookies at the place he works. He mentions that we could have a first date there and I responded by asking if he has dates with girls at his work often. He tells me he has only been working there a few weeks, so no. We legitimately talk about the different kinds of cookies for a while, then he moves on to ask me about what else I like. I mention my dog, then share that I space out and have trouble thinking on the spot and ask him about himself to see if it will also remind me of other things I like. He talks about seeing friends and playing video games, adds he “Doesn’t get out much.” Without missing a beat, he asks me what I’m looking for on dating apps. The dreaded question. I ask him to tell me first. My reasoning being, I feel like many men will cater their answers to what you want, instead of telling the truth. He writes me a long answer then gives me a TL;DR (too long; didn’t read) that is maybe ⅔ the length of the original message, so not that short, that says “going with the flow, down for a consistent [friends with benefits] or relationship, whatever happens, just not a one-night stand.” He announces it is then my turn to respond. I tell him I feel more or less the same, as his original longer message, but that I am not as much interested in the friends with benefits thing. Specifically, I say that with FWB, there needs to be an opportunity, or “nahhh.” I say that expectations only bring hardship and lightheartedly say I like to ask super important questions early in relationships, i.e. like my survey/application from way back when, and add “like cookie choices.” He asks me to clarify my opportunity or nahhh and says he is an open book and I can ask him anything. I explain my feelings more, saying that I don’t see the point of sticking around if someone is dead set on not wanting a relationship with me, as well as it is usually temporary and almost like a holding pattern. I ask my most important question, which is if someone wants children or not.

I get a slight argument back from him, regarding the FWB thing, saying that it can turn into more. I argue back, saying that it is still something that needs to be wanted, or at least both parties from the start can think “maybe someday.” He says this and that about the FWB, before answering my question. He says, more or less, he is open to it but it isn’t a necessity for him, however, he definitely doesn’t want kids right now. He asks me how I feel about it and I express I do not want them but would be open to adoption. He says that’s fine with him and quickly says, “Any other questions.” I am not meaning for this to be an interview. I say I do have a question, but that it is more of an open-ended/ statement that can be responded to. All I say for my “question” is the phrase “trump.” I also let him know I am going to sleep soon so we can continue our conversation in the morning. He does not like my question, that is that he says it is too vague and isn’t helpful for political discussions. I tell him that is my point, and that I am looking for him to express his feelings and that I can either oppose, agree, or somewhere in between. He says likely there would be all three. I go to sleep so I do not respond.

He greets me in the morning with a good morning. I greet him back, though I remind him I am still waiting on his opinions. It is a Saturday, so I also let him know I am about to present for a Zoom conference. He says he’s at a rowing camp and on a break from that, then asks me about my conference. He again requests that I be more specific than just “Saying one word.” I tell him about the conference, but regarding the political question, I send an eye-rolling emoji again saying that that is the point of the open forum, that I am looking for a blanket statement of his feelings regarding Trump.

He again asks about my presentation, and how it went, then goes on to give a pretty neutral debate, saying there’s good and bad, though it seems he veers more towards being a Trump fan, which is not my preference. Robert* offers to me that I can ask any questions about his stance. I am thinking, I do not need an invitation, I have a question and I will ask it.

Robert* inquires what I am doing the rest of the night. I say I’m staying in as I am going to Disney World the next day. I ask him what he is going to do the rest of the night, as that is the societally polite thing to do. I am asked AGAIN if I have any questions to ask him. He also says that he “wanted to do something with someone tonight. Chill night in maybe? Not necessarily sexual. Just relaxing, drinking some wine maybe.” My response is “haha sorry i don’t think i’ll be ‘someone’ today,” both calling him out on obviously being thirsty, as well and reiterating I am not planning on going out tonight. He admits defeat, saying that he didn’t think I would be either, but it was “worth a shot to ask.” However, he does say he does want to get together sometime.

Immediately before I can even respond to that, though, he asks me where in Disney I am going tomorrow. I tell him that Monday I could look at my schedule and put together a time and day we could meet up. I also express that I do not want to meet him at either of our places, mostly because of the stunt he had just pulled. I tell him my Disney World plans as well. He says that it is fine to talk about going out on Monday and says that “that would’ve been the plan” to not hang out at either of our places, despite what he had just said earlier about having a chill night in. I call him out on this, reminding him that he had just said something different, his response being, “yes, sorry if that made you uncomfortable. Im horny as all hell but my intentions are good and i can keep it in my pants. I promise.” How romantic. I send a laughing emoji and say that we’ve all been there before. He says he didn’t want to cross the “TMI threshold,” wherein I say that it is difficult to TMI me, but that doesn't mean I won’t be judgemental. His next comment is awkward, as he invites me to judge, but says that he’s “done [his] fair share of crazy/dumb/slutty shit. As [he is] sure [I] have too.” Weird to accuse someone you are trying to woo of being a crazy dumb slut, but okay. I bring up that I had an abusive relationship but that even in that, I wasn’t completely devoid of wrongdoing. He asks if I am comfortable talking about that and is sympathetic. I tell him more about that and he asks for some of the red flags my ex but off that I ignored. For the billionth time, Robert* offers that if I have any more important questions that I can go ahead and ask. I briefly acknowledge he asked again, by saying “lol if they come up organically I’ll ask” before continuing to talk about my abusive ex. One of the things I mentioned was that my ex was very critical about my body habitus, that is, that I was too skinny. Robert* takes it upon himself to say, “ as far as your body, it seems like you have a great fucking body…. As long as you’re not unhealthy idgaf im attracted to you sooooo” then sends two heart-eyed emojis and a shrugging guy emoji. The line he draws is that his “hands are rated E for everyone,” the context being, if someone hit him he would hit back. I explained my body issues some more and that I have stomach issues, and have always been a small person. He misunderstands and thinks I’m talking about having abs or having a fatty stomach. With the context I felt I had given, I sent a bunch of question marks before adding that my stomach issues were internal. He apologizes a lot for misunderstanding and says he is glad I’m in a better situation.

In his mind, it’s now a great time to bring up that we should text or snap. I tell him that Snapchat is “for hoes” if you only talk on Snapchat. Referencing to myself Darren* mostly. He sends me his number and then I text him. The next day, I am off having a day with my friend at an amusement park. He texts me often throughout the day and I respond when I have a chance. My best friend is asking me “who is this one?” and by the time she asks this, I’m honestly getting a little annoyed. She’s still asking about John* and where he is at. “I don’t know what’s going on with him. We’re mad at him right now. He is doing that shit again. I have to play the game, you know?” I describe Robert* as being kind of needy. At one point, Robert* is texting and asking desperately when I’m free and when we can go out. I tell him “I’m still out I’m not focused on that right now” The overeagerness is kind of a turn-off. And as mentioned earlier, we had already agreed to plan things out on Monday, and it was Sunday. He responds “Ok nvm. We don’t have to talk about that. Sorry.” Maybe I was harsh but had to put this guy in his place. I get a barrage of questions about Disney World. I mention I’m wearing my hat like a frat boy. He responds jokingly, “disgusting, how dare you.” I continue the charade by saying “yep I haze the shit out of people.” Next, however, his response is too cringey, “Mmmm haze me frat mandy” and adds “I can go more cringe.” I reply, “no thanks.” I ignore him for the rest of the day and then when I get home I finally tell him 1) I’m home and 2) what days I’m available. He gets irritated as the two nights I am available, are the only nights he is working. I have some friends coming into town the next weekend as well, so I tell him I’m not really available since I want to hang out with them. We go back and forth on what to do then with our conflicting schedules. Finally, we agree upon doing something after my work, but before his work on one of the days, giving us a tight segment of time but that should be enough for more or less a meet and greet. Because he is the one that will have somewhere to go, I tell him that he’s in charge of the planning and logistics because I wanted to make sure he had enough time to get to work.

We chat superficially in the meantime, mostly about video games and a little about past relationships. And of course… more inviting me to ask questions again. He puts me on the spot regarding the date and is trying to make me plan. I put the responsibility back on him. Finally, he suggests a place he had been wanting to try, that is more or less like a juice bar that also does protein shakes, kind of a health shop. Not really my kind of place, but I’m making him do all the planning so I won’t argue. We both independently go on a search for menus/information. He makes a comment regarding finding the menu but no prices. He randomly comments while we are chatting about the place “have i ever said that youre really fucking cute,” to which I just respond “not like in those exact words.” He adds “but yea you are. I humbly brag, “thanks! I know this about myself.” Typical male response is, presumably joking, “ok you’re too cocky” “youre ugly” “gotta bring you down a peg.” To this I just say, “it’s called confidence/not being insecure.” He switches things around saying “i know confidence is sexy.”

I don’t respond to this and get a good morning text the next day and he makes small talk about how we slept and such. It is the day that I have a date with Timmy*, but of course Robert* doesn’t know this. He at one point texts me saying that his morning got really shitty. I ask him what’s wrong and all he says is “I’ll tell you about it later.” I wonder why people do this, like why bring it up if you aren’t gonna talk about it now? It all seems like a sort of test. I do not play these games. All I say in response is “ok.” He adds “if I don’t text you about it remind me.” I don’t respond. He texts me again asking how my work is going an hour-ish later. I say it’s hectic and he asks if I’m on lunch. I send him a message about not getting full lunch breaks. I don’t hear from him for almost five hours, and given his text earlier about his bad day, I figured something could be wrong given how clingy via text he usually is. I finally text him and ask if he is ok. He says he took a nap and asked again about work, making a point that it was better than his day. Enough of the baiting, I finally say snarkily, “yeah you still have to tell me [what happened.” He is hyping it up now, saying “fair warning - its sad” I don’t respond because I figure he would still go on and tell me what happens and it didn’t warrant a response, but then he adds “if you still want to know” a few minutes later. I honestly don’t care too much, “if you want to tell me.” He finally does tell me what happened, and essentially he saw a dog be hit by a car and had tried to help it with someone else who saw the hit but the dog, unfortunately, didn’t make it. I commend him on trying to help and he says that he did the right thing and that’s why his day sucked. I don’t really know how to respond to that, plus at this point, I am getting ready for my date.

I lie to him when he asks me about my night, saying that I am chilling. More small talk to my disgust, and I verify our plans for the next day. He makes a comment about not being able to see the prices anywhere. This seems to be a worry of his for whatever reason, so I tell him that we can do something else and that I am flexible. He is of no help, as all he says about this is “idk what else we’d do.” My response is “ok” and I say I’m going to bed. In the morning it is finally the day of our date and I let him know that unfortunately I forgot to bring a change of clothes with me to work, so I’ll be wearing my work outfit tonight. He makes a comment about how he’s never seen a cute girl not look good in scrubs, and I let him know that today is the day that changes.

During the day, he states he is thinking of driving by to check the prices of the drinks and that he’s also got a back up. I tell him he should do whatever he wants. I look the places up and they are about 25 minutes away from my work. I head on that way once my work is done and I arrive first. I wait in my car until he texts me to ask which car is mine. I get out of my car and grab my things, now realizing I parked next to a puddle of water and got my shoes a little wet. I laugh it off and say oh well. I see who I presume to be him getting out of a car on the other side of the parking lot. He’s wearing a light pink hoodie, a little different but hey, real men wear pink, right?

I approach him and say hello and give him a hug. We get our masks on and walk into the store. Immediately we are greeted by who I can only assume is the owner of the shop. He is bright and happy and gives us his spiel about the type of beverages they have there. Robert* is being very quiet and is very short with the worker, saying he doesn’t know what he wants and I should go first. I try to describe what I’m going for, and the worker says the exact thing on the menu I want is unavailable due to a delayed shipment, but suggests something else to me and I accept with recommendation. I am done ordering apparently too quickly, as my date is still undecided. The owner ends up just asking him if he likes snickers, the candy bar, and he gives a not-very-believable “Yeah” so the owner suggests to him a shake that is based on those flavor patterns. Robert* is asked if we’re paying together and I look to him, he lets out an apathetic, “sure” and it takes all of my energy not to scoff. The owner tells us that they’re giving discounts out if you advertise the location by sharing a photo on social media and I agree to do so, because why not.

Then it gets a little uncomfortable. The owner is trying to be extra personable and make it a personalized experience, so upon receiving Robert*’s card, he starts referring to him using his name that is on his card. The only thing is, the name I know him by is not the name on the card, nor any fort of that name, like a typical nickname. Under my face mask, I smile and almost laugh to myself like, you dumb bitch who are you even out with rihgt now. Additional peer pressure from the owner also leads to us giving him our emails and signing up for their loyalty program, which also knocks off some cents off our drink. When I give him mine, obviously everything is the same, but when he gives his email, his email does have the name that I knew him by in the address, so I figure okay maybe Robert* is a middle name or something. Because we were under one order, there was also some sort of combo discount included as well since he got a shake and, I, a tea.

As we walk away from the counter and take a seat on a couch maybe 10 feet away, Robert* abruptly asks “what do you think the damage is?” Immediately pulling out his phone and checking the receipt of our drinks. “Uh I don’t know…. Sixteen dollars,” I guess. I am honestly put off by his obsession on price. I understand money issues, but it is not appropriate for first date behavior. I am pretty close, as it is somewhere in the mid $15 range. He scoffs at the prices.

Now that we are sitting together, I am noticing really how disheveled and not put together he looks. He has overgrown stubble, too short to be a beard, but definitely not stubble from just the day. His skin all over his face and body is dry and flaky, especially on his ears. Again, I expect a little more from a man who has had days to prepare for this date. I have been sipping my drink for a while, and it is honestly delicious, one of the best beverages I’ve ever had. He asks if I would like to try his drink. “No thank you, I don’t think it would go well with my fruity drink,” I half lie. The major reason why is that I am weird about sharing drinks/food and that so far I am almost repulsed by him and don’t want to share anything with him.

Despite my lack of optimism already, I try my best to be upbeat and give him a chance. I am trying to start a conversation and ask him questions and get to know him more, but he is a brick wall. He’s just staring at me and not saying anything, occasionally taking sips from his shake. Many of his responses are very sarcastic and rude. He actually brings up the ears; he had a very bad sunburn and that’s why they looked like that. Doesn’t explain the rest of his look though, but at least he was aware of that. It is pretty warm in the shop. I already opted to leave my jacket in the car, but at one point he decided to take off his sweatshirt. Underneath was a red shirt with almost like a confetti cake type pattern, of little microscopic dots of different colors throughout. I compliment the shirt, and mention I have one of a similar type of fabric pattern. I am nodded at. I again continue to try and force conversation, but I am still getting nothing.

Randomly he says, “come here” and puts his arm around me, pulling me close. I am extremely confused, as I was getting very negative vibes from him all over. I make my confusion known by commenting about how that was out of nowhere. His only response is, “oh you know.” “No, I do not know. I have no idea what is going on right now.” He only just chuckles and is like “you’re a cute girl.” I furrow my brow in confusion and figure we should get some air and suggest we take a walk. I ran to my car and put the drink in my car as well as my bag, being light, only having my phone and car keys for the walk. We take off and just walk through a nearby neighborhood. We have maybe 10-15 more minutes until he has to get going so he can get to work in time.

Conversation is still moderately forced, but a little better. At one point, we come up to a tree where the branches overhang drastically over the sidewalk. Whereas before I had been walking on the street side, Robert* has swung around and walked into the street, whereas I choose just to duck under the branches, which is easier with me being shorter, although I would not say he is very tall either. I made a comment about not caring and that he could have just “pushed me into the street/out of the way” and continued on, jokingly, about how you have to put a woman in their place. He says “okay noted I see what you like now,” trying to turn it into something sexual, it seems. I pause a moment, becoming much more serious when I say, “you know I’m kidding. I’ve told you about my abusive relationship so obviously I am not a fan of battering women.” In this moment, he pulls me into an embrace and tries to kiss me. I lean away and ask him, “why is talking about abusing women the time to try and kiss me?” He makes an excuse saying that he just really wanted to kiss me. I lie again, making another excuse about why I don’t want to kiss him, “I’m more old fashioned I guess, I’d like to get to know someone a little better and make sure that we are compatible and know each other well before I do anything.” Again, not entirely untrue. For the five hundredth or so time, Robert* says that I can ask him any questions.

I check my watch and declare, accurately, “We should probably head back towards our cars, you need to head out soon.” We walk back to the parking lot, having idle chitter chatter. When we get to my car, it’s perfect timing, as an alarm he had set to make sure he left on time goes off. I start to say our goodbyes and he tells me again that he wants to kiss me. I make a noise that makes my discomfort known, and he says, “well what about a kiss on the cheek?” I say verbatim, “I’ll allow it.” He makes a sarcastic comment, mocking me about “allowing it.” I retorted back saying, “well yeah.” He sticks to his word and only does a cheek kiss, and I’m cringing and can’t wait to wash my face when I get home. Being polite, I ask for him to let me know when he gets to work.

Using my Apple Carplay, I ask my car to text him when I notice he is driving behind me. Though, as all I’m getting is audio, I don’t know exactly what I am texting until I get home later.

(the first two texts of mine are my car texting and not manually)

Immediately, he asks me my feelings about him.

I then offered Venmo him money for my drink, as obviously money was a huge concern for him. He accepts and sends me his Venmo. I sent him the money and let him know so.

And that is that. He doesn’t text me after that.

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flamingo-writes · 6 years ago

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I Call the Shots — Zoro x Reader

Request: “Could I request an nsfw piece w/ an afab reader who has they/them pronouns - who’s been in a dry spell and really pent up, and either Ace or Zoro helps them out?“

[Ace’s version]

AN: I’ll write one for Ace too because it was impossible for me to choose one of those two. However, right now I just had time to write Zoro’s. I’ll post Ace’s either today or tomorrow. I’m also surprised at myself with this one, I don’t usually write smut, I wasn’t expecting this to turn out so...yeah....

Words: 2.3K

Warnings: Smut, obvs. Also swearing.

Up to this point it was unbearable. The frustration was clawing your eyes out. Conscious of every single detail made your skin tingle and a devouring hunger wanted you to fling yourself into the first person you saw in an urge to satisfy the desperate tingling in your belly.

However, you were still aware of your own actions, and letting your imagination run wild only to make you feel worse.

In order to cope with your exasperating and overwhelming self, you decided to hide in the crow's nest and train until your muscles ached, hoping that maybe straining your muscles and tiring your body worked better than touching yourself, since the latter only seemed to worsen your condition.

"Oi, [Name] mind if I train with ya?" Zoro's familiar voice echoed louder that the sound of your knuckle knitting so desperately the sandbag.

You stopped and gazed over your shoulder, immediately hating yourself for doing so.

"Be my guest" you gasped tiredly as Zoro's bare torso reminded you how bad of a plan it was to hide here, since Zoro spent most of his day training.

Your heart started beating harder and it only encouraged to punch the sandbag harder.

In a failed attempt to keep yourself focused on the pain in your hands, you slowly peeked over your shoulder every now and then, yo find Zoro a few meters away carrying a bar with a crazy amount of disks and making squats.

The view of all of his muscles contracting as he made his way up pained you, and the peculiar warmth began to manifest in your belly.

Along with the frustration concentrating in between your legs, another uncomfortable sensation ran down your nose, and instinctively you wiped the back of your hand against it, tainting the bandage around your hands with blood.

"Fuck" you muttered and covered your nose, as Zoro seemed to notice your low curse.

"You alright?"

"Y-yeah..."

"You're bleeding" he lifted the weight over his head and squatted leaving it on the floor. "You shouldn't force yourself too much"

"Im not...forcing myself too much...I think"

"Or maybe you're just horny" Zoro joked as you glared at him ashamed.

The swordsman noticed your blank face confirming what originally was a joke. His instant reaction was to laugh as you blushed.

"Shut up!"

"I'm sorry, [Name]. I really am...it's just that the whole thing was too funny" he sighed and walked towards you. "Need help with that?"

"Is this a joke? Are you expecting me to say yes so just you can keep making fun of me?"

"Oh, I mean it, babe" Now dangerously close to you, he lifted your chin with a single finger so you'd look into his dark mischievous eye. "I wouldn't mind giving you a hand to help you feel better" his voice was now lower, and it tickled your skin, just like another finger wiping away the small trail of blood between your nose and your lips.

"Don't you dare talk about this to anyone" you threatened.

"As if! I'd be made fun of just as much as you" Zoro chuckled as you gazed at him threateningly "If that's a yes, then we'll do it my way"

"What does that mean?" You blushed curious about what those dark vexatious eye hid.

"First of all, tell me what you want from me, babe" he purred into your ear as goosebumps soon spread all over your body.

Zoro leaned back to look at you as you were blushing wildly looking at him. He chuckled and pecked you so lightly it made your heart stop for a second.

"I can't hear you [Name]" the way his voice caressed your ears when he said your name only made your insides warmer and warmer, as you hummed an affirmative.

Zoro turned around and walked to the small pile of clothes where his green coat and bandana were.

"I want you to make me feel better..." you said.

"What else, darling?" He kneeled and grabbed his bandana as you gulped.

"I want you to fuck my brains out" you saw him stand up and walk back towards you with slow rhythmical steps, almost as of he were a predator getting closer to its prey.

"Is that so?" The seductive whisper rumbled through your body as he wrapped his bandana around your eyes, blinding you, and enhancing your touch.

He smiled pleased with the small flinch you made followed by the hairs in your neck and arms spiking up.

"Undress for me, baby" he whispered close to your mouth, as you could almost feel and taste his lips.

"Y-yes" your voice shook as you obediently did as you were told.

Zoro walked a few steps back and stared shamelessly as you undressed, leaving yourself exposed to him. His own heartbeat was starting to rise just as well, as he walked towards you, cupping one cheek in his calloused hand and proceeded to brush his lips down your jaw to your neck.

The gentle touch, almost like the flutter of a butterfly's wing burned it's way down to the base of your neck where Zoro without a previous warning bit your skin.

You gasped loudly, following with a gentle moan as he sucked on your hypersensitive skin.

"Ah, ouch!" You complain after he bit you again in one other soft spot on your neck "don't get too excited"

"I said we're doing it my way" he growled. "You don't get to tell me what to do. I'm the one calling the shots here" his hands made their way around your waist "Jump"

After cursing at him lowly, you jumped, wrapping your legs around his torso as he held on tightly to your legs, clawing his hands onto your thighs.

Without wasting any more time, he crashed his lips against yours, swallowing the surprised gasp that escaped your lips.

The warmth of his skin against yours set ablaze the growing heat between your legs. And your entire body screamed for you to feel more of him, preferably deeper. Feeling how your own body was starting to scream for you to do something immediately at the carnal instinct devouring you like a disease.

Zoro broke the kiss with a soft chuckle.

"I'm not even started, and you're already dripping all over me, [Name]" he purred.

You blushed instantly at the thought of how the smallest touch of your crotch against his abs had made you that wet that fast. Even with the bandana on your face, Zoro could see how much your face had turned red.

Smiling devilishly, he kissed your jaw, enjoying the feel of your dripping going down his treasure trail peeking over his sweatpants. He chuckled as you can feel him grin against your neck as an idea sprouts in his head.

Spinning on his toes he guides you to a small couch and kneeled, putting you down on the couch as he remains still between your legs.

His lips leave yours but keep traveling down your body. Kissing your chest as his mouth found its way to one of your nipples and bit it gently, prompting you to moan embarrassingly loud as you quickly bit your lip.

"Don't. I want to hear you, babe. It really turns me on" His breath against your breast sent shivers all over your body, as Zoro noticed how your legs tightened around him for a brief moment.

His mischievous tongue kept tickling your nipple as one of his hands squeezed your other breast.

Before you could get used to Zoro teasing your breasts, his lips continued their way across your body, getting lower and lower as you could feel your body begin to shake lightly in anticipation as you

"Zo-Zoro" you gasped as soon he made his way to your clit, kissing it gently , before he proceeded to taste your eager folds.

One of your hands made its way to his hair, grasping at it, as he hummed against your skin.

His tongue was moving slowly, as you gasped and moaned, getting more and more shaky.

It wasn't long before his torture became worse, as two fingers slid effortlessly inside you. With his thumb against your clit and his index and middle finger moved inside you, he stared at you, amused at how you were whispering his name, arching your back and rocking your hips to enhance the feel of his digits inside you.

Seeing you like that only made the urge within him grow and grow, eager to take you and claim you as his. But he was going to keep playing with you for a little longer.

As you feel your climax begin to condense around Zoro's fingers, he pulled them out abruptly, interrupting your almost breaking point.

You gasped louder that before and breathed deeply as you caught your breath and remembered where you were.

"Fuck you" you hissed at him, slightly unamused that your orgasm had been denied.

He chuckled as he gazed at his fingers dripping, all covered in you.

"You can take that off your eyes now" he murmured as he licked his fingers clean.

Knowing his comment was more an order than a suggestion you proceeded to take off the cloth from your eyes. And as your eyes adjusted, the first thing you saw only made you feel like you wanted all of this to be over with you finally satisfied.

The image, Roronoa Zoro licking the fingers he had in you, with the most desire burning eye looking at you hungrily. He crawled on top of you, as you lied on the couch and he adjusted his position. On top of you, between your legs.

He looked at you, his eye devouring your image hungrily as his most primitive instincts urged him to act. He untied the string of his pants and slid them off, holding his needy length close to your entrance.

"Look at me when I claim you as mine"

The way his voice said that made you sigh deeply as your eyes begged him to do it at once.

He positioned himself, and with a slow yet deep thrust, he pushed himself inside as you moaned and tried to keep your eyes open for him.

He grunted, as you wrapped him up warmly, your legs around his waist pushing him deeper inside you. Prideful smile spread across his face as he saw the lust consume your face as he began thrusting himself hard and deep. Such an uncontrolled strength soon pulled you over the edge, as he pushed you over the cliff, tightening around him, as a guttural growl left his lips and he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You’re so fucking tight” He purred.

“That’s the thing about female orgasms, you know” You joked, trying to focus your sight on him, still feeling the tingling all over your body.

“Don’t get cocky on me” With an even deeper thrust, he prompted a louder moan off of you, causing you to close your eyes, tasting the last bit of climax. “Fuck” He said as his pace fastened, as the heat in your belly remained there despite your recent orgasm.

He slid an arm around your back, and pulled you towards him, as he used his other arm, holding on to the backrest of the couch to pull himself up and on to his feet. Still with your legs around his hips, Zoro made his way to the closest wall and pushed you against it.

The cold wall against your sweaty back made you jolt, as Zoro’s weight pushed you back to the wall. What was once a controlled rhythm was now growing erratic and wilder. He was thrusting deeper and harder, as his teeth continued to paint marks all over your neck and chest.

Still with your senses enhanced, now by the adrenaline, you felt yet another very welcomed warmth between your legs as Zoro kept pushing himself inside in a feral way. The idea of Zoro’s enjoying this as much as you pleased you, sharpening your mind with sinful thoughts.

“Ah, Zoro” You gasped burying “Cum inside me”

Your voice sent shivers all over his back and felt him tense up as he looked at you in the eye questioningly.

“Are you sure you?” He whispered raising an eyebrow, as his mind screamed at him, hoping for you to say yes.

“Nothing’s going to happen. Trust me” He smiled devilishly at your answer, being the only motivation he needed.

“Aren’t you a kinky one?” He kissed your jaw, as you breathed in deeply, enjoying the feel of his lips against your skin.

“You’re the one who blindfolded me and watched me undress” You remarked.

Zoro hummed pleased against your skin.

“Say that again” He purred softly.

“You blindfolded me…”

“Not that” He growled as you chuckled amused against his ear.

“Cum inside me, Zoro” One deep thrust hit you, as you began to lose focus of the world again. “Please” You begged with a loud moan as you clawed your fingernails to his back.

If you thought his pace couldn’t become any more untamed, it did. You were beginning to climax around himself again when he pushed himself inside, releasing deep within you, his grip on you legs tightening painfully, as you screamed his name.

Staying still for a few seconds as the both of you recovered, you heard each other catching your breath back. He slid outside, and put you back on your feet. However, feelings your legs all wobbly and weak, you leaned against the wall and slid until you were sitting on the floor.

Zoro eyed you one last time, noticing how your chest was covered with his marks, and how he was dripping out of you. Proud, he smiled to himself.

“You overdid it with the hickeys…” You complained looking at your chest painted with all sorts of tones between red and purple.

“Is so you don’t forget who do you belong to, now” He growled as his eye stared at you still devouring you, sending shivers down your now satisfied body.

“Oh, so is this going to happen again?”

“Like I said, I call the shots” Was his only response as he walked to the couch and grabbed his pants and underwear.

#zoro #roronoa zoro #Pirate Hunter Zoro #zoro x reader #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #smut

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haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles · 6 years ago

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anonymous asked: Could I request a scenario with Kuroo and his s/o being really domestic and doing chores and things, and he realizes how much he loves his s/o? Thanks!

well. here’s proof that im not dead. writing Kuroo is such my guilty pleasure and this is tooth-rottingly fluffy. I also?? realized that I might have strayed from the request a bit?? hope you still enjoy my lovely anon 💕 - J

Weekends were a blessing in this household. Not that Kuroo took advantage of them most of the time anyways. Last night he complained about his new project at work long enough that you were suspicious he was going to waste his weekend working on it like he was known to do. So, this morning, when he started shifting in bed next to you; making the usual motions to get out up, you wrapped your arms around his middle and nuzzled against his neck.

“Kitten…” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I need to be productive today.”

“It’s Saturday,” you said, your voice muffled against his skin; willing him to burrow back into the blankets with you for even a few more minutes. He sighed, glancing at the sun already shining through the bedroom window, his mind racing through the to-do list he created last night while he couldn’t fall asleep. You groaned, realizing your efforts were turning out to be futile. Blinking blearily up at him to meet his already clear and alert gaze, you conceded. “You’re allowed to be a hermit for the day if you at least spend the morning with me.”

He grinned lazily at you. “Spend the morning with you? Too high a price. How could you subject me to such torture?” You laughed, cupping his face in your hands and pulling him down to kiss you. Tangling your fingers lightly in his mussed-up hair in hopes of convincing him to give up on his ‘productive’ day. “That won’t work.” He smirked. “Good try though.”

You pouted. “Worth a shot. I guess you’ll just have to grin and bear one cup of tea with me then.”

“The horror.”

You stuck your tongue out but untangled yourself from his long limbs and threw the covers off you. Standing and stretching, you shamelessly showed off the fact you weren’t wearing anything but an old t-shirt of his and underwear. Raising an eyebrow at him enjoying the view, you prompted, “You sure about your choice?”

He swallowed thickly, yet somehow managed to betray the way his heart was thumping against his chest. “Absolutely.” Even after a few years together, the last couple sharing an apartment, he still woke up every morning feeling so utterly complete he thought his heart would burst.

You made an annoyed sound sauntering over to the doorway. “I’ll go start the hot water, Mr. Iron Will.”

A chuckle escaped him, and he watched you until you disappeared from sight; slightly regretting his stubbornness until he remembered all the things he wanted to get done today. He knows you don’t really mind him working on the weekend, though sometimes you forced him to take much needed breaks; and if he did it too many weekends in a row—which was rare—you wouldn’t allow him to even think about work. You understand and support his desire to succeed and reach his goals, as he did for you; maybe he would make it up to you tonight.

After rousing himself and throwing on a hoodie, he padded into the kitchen a few minutes later. Somedays, he was blatantly slapped in the face by how content he was with you—today seeming to be one of them. Watching you pour steaming water into two cups, gingerly placing teabags into each, a smile spreading across your lips when you turn around to find him standing there; he briefly thought to himself: This is it. All I’ll ever need.

You hand his cup over, he notes that you’ve chosen his favorite tea this morning, then sit at the counter patting the seat next to you. You also opened some windows, allowing a brisk spring breeze to blow lightly through the apartment and you look like you’re enjoying the fresh air. He’s a bit at a loss for words, feeling choked by the onslaught emotions flooding him; and he’s glad for you starting the conversation asking about the project he insists on working on over the weekend.

He easily slips into raving about the new work he’s been given, he’s actually in charge of the team this time; so, he’s feeling a lot more pressure and responsibility than usual. You can’t help but smile into your mug, watching him talk excitedly about his job; his own mug momentarily forgotten on the counter. While he sometimes gets more technical than you can understand, you could listen to him talk about it for hours because he loved it and you loved him.

“You’re getting that look on your face.”

You blinked. “What look?”

“That look when I’ve been talking about DNA for too long.”

He couldn’t be farther from the truth, so you waved your hand in dismissal at him. “I was just thinking if you’re going to be productive today, so should I.” You glanced at the cup in his hands. “Finished?” He placed it in your outstretched hand with a grateful smile. Standing, you gave him a knowing look. “You’re free now.”

Before you could get too far, he snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him into an embrace. “I love you. You know that?” He sighed against your hair.

“You’re going to make me drop these mugs,” you huffed. He released you, watching you make your way to the sink and place the cups next to some dishes from last night. With your back to him, you said, “And I love you too—now get out of here before I lose any and all motivation to do anything today and drag you back into that bedroom.”

He grinned and headed to the room designated the shared ‘office’, his smile widening when he heard you shout down the hallway, “At least open the window! It’s beautiful out!”

Once he gets himself situated at the desk, pulling out pen and paper to write his mental to-do list down, he hears you pass by into the bedroom and he wonders if you ended up losing motivation after all. Moments later, he hears you again and then telltale sound of the washing machine starting. After that, he doesn’t notice much except for the array of papers in front of him and the whiteboard he insisted on adding to the room when the two of you moved in. It was already littered with scribblings of his jumbled thoughts from the week; a tiny pang hitting his heart upon noticing a small note of ‘I love you’ written in the corner in your handwriting.

The two of you hadn’t woken up too late, so you’re able to get several loads of laundry done; in the meantime, vacuuming the living room, hallway, and bedroom. You avoid the office to not distract Kuroo, knowing the action of you constantly rocking back and forth with the vacuum might get him to ignore work for a while. He had this weird tendency to get all mushy whenever you started doing mundane tasks like chores around the house.

You have enough time before taking a lunch break to start folding the laundry; pressing play on a playlist you let your mind wander to blissful nothingness. That was the state Kuroo found you in when he finally emerged from the office when his stomach had started rumbling. He just stood in the doorway, arms crossed across his chest, trying not to startle you out of this picturesque view. He could have stood there watching you humming softly to the music playing from your phone, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips for hours—you looked perfectly content.

He wanted to rush over to you, gather you up in his arms and kiss every inch of skin he could; express to you without words that he felt the same way. That he could spend a hundred years in perfect bliss with you, even just doing household chores would be enough for him.

Eventually, you noticed him, jerking a bit in surprise at him just standing there watching you for who knows how long. “As great as the view of me folding laundry must be—stop staring you creeper,” you teased, returning back to the shirt you had dropped in surprise at seeing him.

Taking you fully by surprise, he strides into the room and smothers you in an embrace; practically tackling you on the couch. “Kuro—oh!” He cut you off with his lips pressing against yours, a little needy; and you concluded your prior thought that he was going to get all sappy in response to this day of chores as correct. It was hard not to laugh at him because admittedly—it was adorable, and you didn’t mind the affection.

“Let’s go to the café for lunch today. It’s so nice out, we can walk, stretch our legs a bit; yeah? I don’t think I can look at another molecule for at least an hour.”

His heart swelled at the grin that spread across your face at his suggestion.

The walk was everything he needed—fresh air and talking with you. You asked him how his progress was going today, slyly asking if it was going to bleed into tomorrow. He caught the glimmer of happiness that flitted across your face when he answered ‘no’. Even if he did have more to do, how could be possibly resist you after today? He prided himself on the face he had some sense of willpower, but when it came to you, he was far easier to crack.

He realized he would give anything—anything, to continue making you smile and laugh for as long as he lived. Nothing made him happier than spending time with you; even after all this time, he’d never grown tired of it and didn’t think he ever would.

Your lunch together ends far too soon and he finds himself reluctantly heading back to the office. Just thinking about the mess he left in there an hour or two ago was enough to make his head start to hurt. While he tried to focus and get back into the zone again, he simply couldn’t. You were too far at the forefront of his mind and it became quite clear to him that he would much rather be spending time with you right now than these pieces of paper and his own thoughts.

Gathering up his things, he placed them neatly into a drawer; out of sight and out of mind. He erased what he had on the whiteboard, leaving your small note; and left, shutting the door behind him. There was no reason for him to enter that room until the weekend was over.

You were no longer in the living room, the folded laundry placed at the end at the hallway for you to bring back to the bedroom at some point. Before entering the kitchen where the sound of running water and music intermixed was drifting from, he took the liberty of taking the laundry and putting it away for you.

Upon seeing you though, he stopped in his tracks. Overcome by the thought of: Holy fuck. I am the luckiest man in the world. All you’re doing is swaying gently to the music, elbow deep in dishwater; and he doesn’t know what to do with himself—smitten at the sight.

You practically throw a plate into the air when you feel hands rest on your hips followed by lips pressing to the nape of your neck. “Jesus—Kuroo! I almost smacked you with this plate.”

“I finished,” he said, hands drifting just underneath your shirt to rub small circles on your skin.

Your face lit up. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Can I help?”

You eyed him suspiciously. “Are you going to be all weird and stare at me the entire time?” He blinked in shock while a light blush crept onto his cheeks—you fought the urge to smirk, it was a rare treat to see Kuroo blush. You’d gotten significantly better at eliciting that response from him in the years you’d been together. “All I’m doing is washing dishes.”

“Liar, you’ve been trying to seduce me all day,” he quipped, despite having been caught red-handed in this sentimental mindset he tended to slip into on glaringly ordinary days like today.

A smirk graced your lips seeing straight through him. “Oh, if that had been my goal, we wouldn’t be standing here right now Tetsurou.”

“Now you’re playing with me.”

You shrugged, laughing, “Maybe so.” Then handed him the plate you were holding. “You can help by drying the dishes. Can you handle that without getting distracted by all this?” You motioned jokingly to yourself, hair tied up messily and wearing an old apron to keep dirty dishwater from getting on your clothes. Clearly, you didn’t look your best today.

He drops the plate back into the sink, ignoring your cry of protest that you’d have to rewash it. “No sh,” he says cupping your cheeks with his hands. “I love you.”

“Sap.”

He leans down to press a kiss to your lips, afterwards murmuring, “Come on—say it back to me, love.”

You can’t help but grin and repeat the words to him, earning yourself another kiss.

#Kuroo Tetsurou #Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenario #Kuroo Tetsurō #kuroo tetsurou senario

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angrylizardjacket · 6 years ago

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any time {Brian May}

@brianandthemays asked: Hello! I’m having a rough week and I absolutely love your imagines! So I was wondering if I could get a fluffy piece with Brian where the reader is sad/disappointed and he comforts her. Thank you!!

A/N: 1343 words. This is for me, @hysterical-qween, @brianandthemays who requested it, and everyone else who wants Brian to hug and tell them it’s. I hope it’s okay, I literally fell asleep twice at my computer because I started writing it at midnight. Anyways it’s 4am, good night, I hope tomorrow is better.

It’s Saturday, or it was Saturday like half an hour ago, but you’ve been staring at the TV playing some b-grade raunchy action movie too explicit for the hours regular people keep, and your hands are shaking. You’ve been home for what feels like ten minutes, but is closer to two and a half hours, and there’s a weight in your chest that won’t go away, an overwhelming- sadness? Disillusionment? Anxiety? Distress? You can’t quite put your finger on it.

“Hello?” When Brian answers the phone, he sounds groggy and annoyed.

“Hey, sorry it’s so late.” There’s a slight shake in your voice and his tone shifts immediately.

“Darling, is that you? It’s almost one, what’s wrong?” He’s so gentle, so concerned, and there’s a hollow feeling in your chest that the sound of his voice goes a ways to healing.

“I-” Your words catch in your throat, and maybe it’s that you can hear him but he’s not there with you; you feel touch starved, needy and unashamed to want him with you. “I’m so sorry,” you start, and you can feel tears already stinging your eyes as you speak, “can I ask you a huge favour?”

“Anything, anything.” He assured, you ,and you sniffled loudly. “You know what, I’m coming over.” He preempts your request, taking the words right out of your mouth, and the tears begin to fall.

“Thank you.” You manage, and you can’t move, muscles wound tight with anxiety and sadness, holding the phone to your ear.

“I love you; I’ll be there soon.”

In between breaths you feel like you’re drowning in your own emotions, as though sadness has you in a choke hold. Overwhelmed, you’re lost in the white noise of the television for what feels like an eon, time rushing past, a blur where it had felt like mere heartbeats only minutes before. There’s a knock at your door, and you finally uncurl yourself from your sofa, joints sore where you’ve been in the same position for hours, unmoving, barely feeling.

Opening the door, you see him there with his sweater on backwards and concern in his eyes. He moves forward, wrapping you up in his arms as your silent sobs become more audible. There, in the doorway, at one in the morning, you’re crying in his arms. That hollow feeling in your chest, the way you’d been aching to just hold him, you can feel it slowly disappearing, and you hold him tighter.

Apologies tumble from you as he guides you back into the apartment, closing the door behind himself, one arm still carefully holding you. You’re sorry it’s so late, that he came over, that you’re just being silly, that-

“Don’t apologise.” He admonishes, sincere. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he moves the two of you into your bedroom, his voice gentle as he assures you; it’s never too late, he’ll always be there, you’re not being silly. He sits you down against the headboard, and you wriggle beneath the covers as he climbs in beside you.

“If it’s got you this upset, it’s not silly.” When he pulls you close to him, wraps his arm around you and lets you rest your head on his chest, you feel for the first time since you’ve gotten home, that perhaps the whole world wasn’t against you. “Darling, anything that upsets you is never silly.”

His tone doesn’t leave room for argument, and you know he means it with his whole heart. There’s something unequivocally reassuring about that. Already you can feel your stuttering, distressed heartbeat calming down as you clutch at his sweater.

“I’m sorry-” you start, and he quietly tells you to stop apologising, “I’m just- I don’t know what came over me, I just had a shit time at work and I just-” Pressing your lips together, you can’t even continue, words stuck behind a lump in your throat. Brian doesn’t press you, just rubs his hand up and down your arm in a comforting rhythm, occasionally pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“I’m just stuck in this dead-end job,” you finally spit, working through your sadness to the anger you held towards the situation, “and I have no idea what I’m doing with my life; I feel like I’m never going to achieve anything or do anything meaningful and- Brian I’m so scared, and I feel so useless.” You admitted, pressing your forehead to his chest, trying to take some deep breaths as he rubbed circles into your back.

As soon the words are out, and Brian’s still holding you close, you feel the anxiety disappearing, slow of course, but there’s a gentle peace that begins to fill you now you’ve articulated the thought that had been haunting you. It’s so cathartic, being able to finally admit that, but as soon as you do, you’re filled with an uncertainty, an irrepressible urge to apologise for dumping that all on him. You’re not expecting a response, it’s a lot to hear in one go.

“You’re not useless, darling, even just for the fact that you’ve made so many people smile.” Voice soft, he punctuates it with a kiss to the top of your forehead, and you know if he continues like this then you’re going to cry again, but for a very different reason. “There’s no rush to figure out the over-arching plan for your life, sweetheart, and-” he paused, and when you looked up, eyes red rimmed but heart already growing warm, he’s giving you a curious look; “would you like me to tell you how little anything matters to the universe, or how much you matter to me?”

“I don’t care, I just need you to tell me it’s going to be okay.” Voice a whisper, you think you can see the moment your words melt his heart.

“Everything you do is meaningful; every time you speak, everything you do, it all goes to making the world a little bit of a better place,” he continues, even as you try to protest, “I’ve seen you at your worst, dear, believe me, I’d rather spend the rest of my life with them than anyone else at their best. One day the world will see how incredible you are, or even if you see how incredible I think you are.”

“You’re gonna make me cry.” You pouted, but he reached down to pull the duvet further up the both of you, and you snuggled in tighter.

“Sorry, I was trying to stop that.” He half laughed, and you hummed thoughtfully, shifting to a more sitting position so you can rest your cheek on his shoulder.

“Good cry.” You assured him, and he nodded with a laugh of understanding, before you looked up, the movement prompting him to turn, and the two of you shared a sweet kiss. Pulling back, he wiped the tear tracks from your cheeks, smiling so fondly at you that you could feel your heart growing warm, earlier sadness still inching away, leaving much faster when you see him smiling at you like that.

“Thank you, I really needed to hear that.” You tell him, voice gentle. “I really needed you here.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, and you settle back in against him.

“I’ll always be here.” He assures. He starts to quietly recount how captivated he was, seeing you in the audience that first time the two of you had met. It’s one of your favourite stories, and you would never get over the way your breath would catch when he says ‘I’d wanted to see the stars for as long as I could remember, imagine my surprise having you right there in front of me’. As he speaks, you can feel yourself grow tired, with him still gently rubbing your back, his firm heartbeat steady with your head against his chest.

You fall asleep to the sound of him humming a melody you don’t recognise. Years later, you will come to recognise it as the song he writes for you.

#brian may #brian may imagine #brian may x reader #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #bo rhap #borhap imagine #bohemian rhapsody imagine #queen #queen imagines #the angry lizard writes

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xiaojusaur · 6 years ago

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Drabble Request

A.N: HELLO! Long time no post! I’m in vacations without nothing to do, so now Im gonna finish all my requests and probably write more! Hope you like this, is pretty short and Im pretty rusty, but I hope you like this <3 Thanks for always sticking around and read my stuff.

A ray of sun seeping through the curtains hit your face, waking you up. A sudden coldness running on your body, that’s when you remembered you were naked. You turned around on your bed to meet Yoongi’s sleeping figure. He was so cute, his lashes touching his cheeks lightly and his little snores invading the room.

Min Yoongi, the man of your dreams, your first true love. There was only one problem with that, he didn’t return the love, or at least he hides it well. But this doesn’t make sense, does it? You’re naked in the same bed.

You and Yoongi had been meeting behind your friends back, just fucking around (literally and metaphorically). You both agree you won’t develop feelings for each other, such a lie to yourself since you’ve always been in love with him, but it was better than nothing. right?

He almost never stays after the lovemaking. You were surprised he was in your bed this morning, so you decided to make him breakfast.

Probably the smell of food woke him up because he appeared at the frame of the kitchen, scratching his eyes.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” you said.

He chuckled, half smiling. You loved when he tried to be all serious, but you knew more than that. “Morning. What’s the smell?” He sat by the table.

“You hungry?” you asked while serving the scrambled eggs and bacon in a plate.

“Starving,” he confessed.

“Well, today is your lucky day!” you said as you walked with his plate and placed it in front of him.

“Thank you,” he said in his sleepy voice still, you almost fainted. “Hey, is that my shirt?”

You giggled, “Yes? But I can take it off if you want,” you said winking.

He smirked, “It looks good on you, but if you wanna take it off I won’t complain.”

He was extra dorky today, apparently he was in a good mood.

You sat by the table too, across him. You both started eating and after finishing, you picked up the plates and went to wash them.

He appeared behind you, a hand snaking under his shirt, grabbing your bare buttock. His lips kissed your neck like a soft breeze, he was so needy today, this was so unusual.

“I gotta go, princess,” he whispered in your ear.

You hummed, “Without your shirt?” That was the excuse to not let him go yet.

“I might,” he said wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You’re so loving today, what’s up with you?” you giggled.

“Mmm... maybe I’m still hungry for you,” he pulled you closer, if possible.

“Why didn’t you say so?” He noticed you trying to face him, so he let go a little so you could turn around.

“I really have to go, babe.” You loved when he used cute names on you, it gave you butterflies.

“Kiss me,” you breathed, distracted by the closeness of his lips.

He complied, his lips finally reaching yours. Now you were in for a tongue fight, trying to win, but he was always so dominant. His hands pressed on your sides and then he sat you on the countertop, quickly placing himself between your legs. His hands ran up your naked body under the shirt and stopped over your breast, his fingers pinching your nipple.

You pulled back, moaning lowly as he said: “Fuck, you’re so fucking addictive.”

“That’s alright, I’ll always be up to satisfy you,” you said full of need. You were gonna start kissing him again when he stopped you. You looked at him confused.

“Baby. I really need to go, the others should be wondering where am I and why I didn’t come back last night. My phone is dead.”

You got kinda frustrated and pouted unconsciously. He laughed, melting your heart, and said “So cute, you’re so cute.”

He had you so confused. He didn’t want any feeling involved but yet here he was calling you all these things, almost making you believe he liked you too.

He must have seen the look on your face because he said “Hey, what’s wrong?” looking at you with those repentant kitty eyes.

“Yoongi, I- I wanna know what you really feel for me. I can’t keep this up. You know I’ve always liked you and this business that’s been going on between us isn’t helping. You confused me so much. One day you say you only want sex and the other you’re calling me baby. So I wanna know what’s going on in that little mind of yours, what do you feel?” you exploded without knowing, you almost regret it when you saw his face. He was shocked.

“Y/N... I don't know what to say.” Did he really? or he didn’t want to say?

“You can’t keep me in this seesaw game,” you said jumping to the floor and walking to the room to take off his shirt. He followed you.

“Baby please, don’t be like this... Let me think about it, okay?”

“Think about what, Min Yoongi?” You took off the shirt, letting him see your naked back and slipped on some PJ’s.

“I- don’t know what I feel okay? I do feel something, but I’m not sure what it is. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You’re already doing it. Take your shirt, get your shit together and we might talk later,” you said placing his shirt in his hands. You turned around and locked yourself in your room.

You didn’t hear from him for like a week. It was difficult to avoid him since you shared the same circle of friends but you tried your best.

When the weekend arrived, your girlfriends invited you to hang out at a nice night club. You were familiar with it since it was never crowded and you girls could enjoy without problems.

You threw on your best short dress, put on some makeup and went out.

The night was going spectacular with your girls, dancing, drinking, and laughing.

You were resting over a sofa when you received a text from Yoongi.

-Are you home, princess?

One of your friends took a peak and said, “Ooooh! Who is that?”

“Just Yoongi,” you said kinda pissed.

“Is that the Yoongi we know?” asked another.

“Yeah...” you weren’t about to hide anything from your friends.

“Why is he calling you princess? Oh my God.... are you guys going out?” she was shocked.

“Not really, he just enjoys calling me cute names and feeding my hopes,” you said sarcastically.

“But we know you’ve liked him since forever. What’s going on Y/N?”

“Alright, please don’t get angry. Yoongi and I have been hooking up for quite a while now. It happened one night after a party and then we just kept repeating it until we decided that it was alright. We agree it was going to be no strings attached but apparently my weak heart can’t deal with it and I made it worst...”

“Oh no... but why would you do that? You know how much you liked him. And I imagine he doesn’t feel the same way.”

“Well... last Sunday we kinda argued because I told him how I felt and he said he does feel something, he just doesn’t know what.”

“Oh, I know what he feels. His dick going hard, that bastard!” One of them was angry.

“I don’t blame him though,” said the other, “I mean, Y/N is beautiful and powerful, I even feel my non-existent dick going hard.”

“Stop!!! Oh god!” you laughed hard.

“Are you gonna answer?”

“I don't know... he probably just wants to go home to get his usual good fuck.”

“If you don't answer you’ll never know. What if he has the answer to what he feels?”

“You’re right...”

-Nope, but I might get there in a few, why?

“Listen,” said one of the girls, “if he just wants to fuck you’re going nowhere.”

“Understood, boss,” you said making a salute.

-I need to talk to you, I think I got the answer.

“Oh god... I feel I’m gonna puke,” you said getting all nervous.

“Hey, relax! Just talk to him. Don't let him get under your skirt!”

-Are you sure?

-Yeah

-Then give me 15 minutes, I’ll be there.

-I’ll be waiting.

You left the night club almost instantly, maybe because the nerves or because your friends basically pushed you.

When you arrived at your apartment he was sitting at the porch, waiting for you. This felt so weird, usually, he got there late. He stood up as soon as he saw you.

“Hi,” you said when you were right in front of him.

“Hey,” he half smiled. “Listen, I-”

You interrupted him, “Don’t you wanna come in? Is kinda cold here.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, I’m nervous.” Min Yoongi gets nervous?? That’s a new one.

After you entered he asked, “Were you hanging out? I’m sorry I interrupted. I can take you there again and we can talk tomorrow.”

“No, it’s fine. It was kinda boring,” you smiled.

“You look great by the way. That dress looks amazing on you.” Now he was complimenting you. What?

“Thanks, I guess... take a seat. Do you want something to drink? I think I have beers in the fridge.”

“Sure, that’ll help.”

You came back with two beer cans and sat by his side. “So? You wanted to talk?”

He swallowed and after thinking how to start talking said, “I think I... I think I like you Y/N.”

You choked with the beer and started coughing. This was not what you were expecting.

“Oh my! Are you okay??” He started tapping your back to help you.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I was not expecting that at all, being honest.”

“To be honest, I was not expecting this either but these moments we’ve been sharing had changed my mind. At first, I wasn’t too attached, being honest, I only ended up in bed with you because I found you cute and your body is... uff. But as we started spending more time together, the pillow talks, the nights spent, the kisses and caresses, and the few mornings made me realize that something was growing inside me. The last times I felt more connected to you, so much that I got addicted to you. I was scared cause I’ve never felt like this before. I usually run away from my feeling, but you’re stuck in my head and I can’t take you out. Every time I close my eyes I see you, I see your smile, your cute giggles... I remember how cute you sound when you moan in my ear, the goddess you are when you’re naked. And I started thinking about you with someone else, enjoying all these things, and I got pissed! So that’s how I knew I want to try something with you...”

He basically confessed his love, you were speechless. “Yoongi...” Next thing you know, you were hugging him tightly. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked.

“Just because...” He then looked at you and asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“Hell, you can!” You basically jumped on him, making him lose his balance and you both fell on the sofa, you over him.

His hands caressed every corner of your body. Here we go again.

“Should we go to the bed?” He asked out of breath. “I really wanna make love to you, I wanna show you how much love I’ve been holding for you.”

You got up and pulled him to your room by the wrist, “Don’t make me wait.”

As soon as he closed the door, you took off your dress and when he saw your body he said “Fuck” under his breath.

Needless to say, you spent the whole night tangled with each other. When you finally decided to stop and looked at the hour, it was 6 AM.

“Oh my God Yoongi! It’s 6 AM!” You said covering you both with the sheets.

“So?” he said with his eyes closed, still breathing heavy.

“That means that we’ve been at it all night. Since when I have this kind of stamina?” You were surprised by yourself.

“I still have energy for another round,” he said jokingly you supposed, he looked as dead.

“Sure...” He then rolled on the bed, crushing you beneath him. He started pecking your face, any place his lips reached. You started laughing and between all of that, he kissed your lips.

“I really like you, Y/N. I might even love you.”

“Stop it Yoongi, you’re gonna make me cry,” you said half joking and half serious.

“We should take a shower and sleep. I’m all sticky of sweat,” he suggested.

“Sure, let’s go.”

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17mounteens · 6 years ago

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Weak spot (Joshua)

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hello i love your blog so much you honestly have the best content!! im so embarrassed to be sending this req in JGJKDTJHG but i'd like to req smut with josh or minghao where you come over wearing a sweater of his he left at your place and that sort of gets him like [sweats nervously] 👀 i hope this makes sense?? lots of intentional or unintentional teasing maybe and if you can make him not too dominant that would be A+!!!! AAAHH thank you!

» Decided to go with Joshua since Minghao has more requests than him ;n; 💕 and no need to have been embarrassed at all!

» Smut.

» You go over to Joshua’s place wearing one of his sweaters that he’s left at your place, and the sight makes him feel several things. Mostly intentional teasing ensues and things get heated.

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It was one of those days when you just wanted to be comfortable, preferably clad in clothes that gave you plenty of freedom to move while giving you the right amount of warmth, too.

After rummaging through your closet to no avail, you huffed and turned around to look at your room in search of the one shirt that would be what you needed. You didn’t know which shirt it would be, exactly, but as soon as your eyes found the sweater hanging on the back of your chair, you knew.

That was the one, and that particular sweater that hung fairly loose on you was one that your boyfriend had left at your place a few days earlier. It was white, oversized and had a rather deep V-neck, and you loved the way it looked on you. To top it off it was also incredibly comfortable and smelled like your boyfriend, and once you got it paired with a pair of leggings, you were good to go.

You were comfortable and with that, you were ready to take on the day.

The day was one of the longer ones, with multiple lectures to attend and projects to work on, and by the end of it you were not only tired but mildly frustrated, and only in a sexual way.

As it turned out, wearing a sweater that reminded you of Joshua was backfiring on you, because it had made you think about him for the better part of the day, and at some point missing him had started turning into missing his touch in particular.

Perhaps some of it had to do with the memories that the scent joined with the sweater brought to your mind, because he had left it at your place after spending a passionate night with you. Perhaps.

It hadn’t even been that long since you last saw him - only a few days, really - but at the end of your last lecture all you could think about was just how much you needed his hands all over you with his lips pressed to your neck. Or anywhere else, really.

Somewhere during that lesson you had quickly texted him and asked if you could go over to his place when you were done, and his response was positive, which was more or less what you had expected, too.

“So, do you have plans after this is over?” your friend asked you in a whisper, and you licked your lips slowly while finishing up the sentence you were writing into your notes.

’A dick appointment’, you thought to yourself half-jokingly, but resorted to nodding. “Yeah, I’m going to see Joshua.”

“Oh, for a study date?” your friend asked teasingly, and you froze for a second before fixing the typo you had made after the question.

“Ah, not really,” you began in a hum and closed your notebook before straightening your back. “Just… hanging out, I guess.”

They nodded in understanding with a smile on their lips. “As long as you’re together, right?”

“Exactly,” you grinned and patted their shoulder before getting up, a mere second after the lecturer had announced the end of the session. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you,” they hummed and waved at you as you hurried to leave the room in order to catch the earliest possible bus to Joshua’s place.

Twenty or so minutes later Joshua put down his laptop after hearing knocks on his door, and soon you were welcomed with a bright smile on the face you loved the most.

“Hey,” you smiled widely and immediately leapt to hug Joshua, who hugged you back with his smile only widening.

“Long day?” he asked in amusement and pressed a kiss to your temple, and you nodded as you relaxed in his arms.

“Much too long,” you sighed and pulled back. “But it just got a lot better.”

Joshua chuckled softly. “Good to hear.”

You nodded and closed the door, and while Joshua looked at his kitchen, wondering if he had anything to offer you, you took your jacket and shoes off.

“Are you hungry? I think I have some--” Joshua’s words were cut off when he saw you wearing a pair of black leggings paired with a very familiar sweater. He took in how it fell down on your body, and once you turned to face him, his eyes were drawn to just how stunning the V-neck was on you, showing some cleavage as well as collar bones.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes widened momentarily and, as much as he did ignore it, some blood started rushing between his legs.

“Yes?” you asked with a small grin, very aware of the effect your outfit had on your boyfriend, and stepped closer while subtly dragging the sweater even lower on the front by tugging at the hem.

Joshua could hardly form a coherent sentence as his gaze focused on the tops of your breasts that were now practically all for him to see. “I-- I think I have some leftovers from yesterday.”

It both excited you and boosted your self-confidence to see him almost stammering at the mere sight of you in his sweater, and in particular because you wanted your visit to escalate to sex, it also made you more determined.

“I could use some food,” you smiled and followed him to the kitchen, holding back a chuckle at the rosy color that had appeared on his ears.

He got the food out and let you take some and warm it up, and while you did that, he continued appreciating how the sweater looked on you, even if it meant his heart beating faster and arousal growing inside of him.

It hardly helped that he found you incredibly attractive no matter what you were wearing - it was simply that you wearing something that was his was so sexy to him that he didn’t know what to do with himself. He could easily tell what he wanted to do, but otherwise he was just as lost as a puppy.

You ate while talking casually, which contrasted with how you both essentially just wanted to have sex, and proceeded to move to the couch, where you cuddled and talked about your days.

Eventually the talking turned into holding hands, however, and from there on it turned into moving your hands on each other’s bodies a little while kissing languidly as you both simply enjoyed being with each other - the person you were the happiest around.

With how horny you had been, it wasn’t too surprising for you that you were already wet, but there was something about how obviously affected Joshua was by your outfit choice that made you want to tease him some more.

“I’ll go get more comfortable,” you said as you pulled away from the kiss and got up from the couch, leaving Joshua with his lips slightly parted in confusion.

“Sure,” he said and lay down before letting out a huff. He was so worked up already, and if he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought you were messing with him on purpose. And besides, couldn’t you just get comfortable there?

“Alright,” you stated and returned from his room, this time wearing nothing but his sweater. It covered the upper parts of your thighs, but everything else was out there.

Once Joshua noticed that you had also taken your bra off, he could only swallow hard as his cock continued hardening in his sweatpants. Were you messing with him after all?

“I’ll get something to drink,” you hummed casually and went to the kitchen corner, tip-toeing a little at the cupboard with all the glasses. You reached for a glass at one of the higher shelves, and with that the sweater rode up on your body enough to show your ass, which in turn showed Joshua that you were wearing a thong.

Breathing heavily, Joshua walked up to you. You were messing with him.

Your lips spread to a small smirk when you felt him pressing against your body from behind before he handed you a glass from the top shelf.

“Are you even thirsty?” he asked, his voice lower than it had been earlier, and when you moved a little, you could feel his erection pressing against your lower back.

Biting down on your lower lip and feeling excitement building in the pit of your stomach, you nodded. “I am.”

You got some water into the glass and downed it in one go. Joshua watched you intently, and once you had put the glass down, you turned around and got your arms around his neck.

“But not only for water,” you said meaningfully, looking directly into his eyes, and felt shivers run down your spine when he placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer.

“I knew something was up,” he mumbled and leaned down to give you a teasing kiss that left you waiting for more. “I want you.”

You licked your lips and moved your gaze down to his. “I want you, too.”

With that, you locked your lips in another heated kiss, during which he brought you back to the couch. You lay down with him and allowed your hands to roam around his body, over and under the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing, and felt his hands under your sweater, too.

Soon his shirt was lying on the floor with his sweatpants and your thong and you were sharing passionate kisses time after time as his hand squeezed your thigh before moving higher.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his fingers near your pussy, and once they pressed lightly to your clit, you moaned and bucked against his touch. “Joshua…”

“You should’ve told me you were this needy,” he said quietly, incredibly turned on by how wet you were, and began massaging your clit gently. You whimpered and, as though looking for some support or distraction, slid your hand down his body until you could get it into his boxers and wrap it around his half-hard cock.

“Well, you know now,” you said with an amused hint to your tone and licked your lips when you began stroking him slowly. His fingers felt heavenly on your sensitive bundle of nerves, but they felt even better when they slid lower on your pussy and one of them entered you. You let out a content sigh. “Yes.”

Joshua hissed and began fingering you slowly, first with one and soon with two fingers. He was hardening in your hand, and soon you were holding a fully hard cock that was starting to leak a bit of pre-cum, which made stroking him a bit easier, too. His fingers felt heavenly inside of you, and not only because he’d occasionally rub your clit with his thumb, too, and the pleasure had you pulling him into a deep kiss with your free hand.

“I need you so bad,” you whimpered against Joshua’s lips, your hips bucking into his hand while you did your best to stroke him as steadily as you could. He breathed heavily and grunted quietly at your words, and you could feel him fucking your fist, too. “Please, Joshua…”

He pulled back and looked at you hungrily, his fingers slowly sliding out of you, slick with your anticipation. You whined at the loss of them and looked at him pleadingly while he eyed you up and down. Joshua licked his lips slowly and ran his clean hand over one of your inner thighs. “How badly do you need me?”

“So badly,” you said and bit down on your lower lip a little before spreading your legs invitingly. “Don’t you want to show me how you feel after seeing me in your sweater?”

“I do,” Joshua said without another second of thinking and moved his hand higher on your body until he was able to cup your breast through the sweater. “It looks so hot on you…”

While nodding approvingly, you leaned into his touch and smiled. “Thank you.”

He chuckled softly and sucked his fingers clean before standing up. “I’ll grab a condom.”

“Don’t take too long,” you hummed and were amused to see him back within five seconds after Joshua had quite literally ran into his bedroom to get one. A grin spread to your lips when he was back at the couch, kneeling down between your legs. You got your hands to his hair when he had leaned down a little. “You didn’t disappoint.”

“I would never,” he grinned and gave you a playful kiss while gently ripping the wrapping of the condom open and putting it on his cock. “And I don’t intend to disappoint you with what’s to come, either.”

“You never do,” you said almost dreamily as you allowed yourself get lost in his deep brown eyes. Once you felt him moving the tip of his cock up and down your wet pussy, you whimpered and held his hair tighter. “Fuck…”

“I’m sorry, am I teasing you?” Joshua asked teasingly, knowing just how wet and needy you were, and continued moving his cock against you with a bit more pressure. Your toes were curling at every contact that his length had with your swollen clit, and all you could do was nod.

“You’re not even sorry,” you said quietly and moved your hips against him in an attempt to get more. “I’ve waited all day for this, and you just--”

“Who was it that came over to tease me, huh?” he inquired with an obvious smirk on his lips and stopped moving. Aligning his cock with your entrance, he licked his lips and leaned down to kiss you by your ear. “But you know I’m weak for you when you look like that.”

Your lips spread into a grin that soon turned into the perfect “o” as you moaned when Joshua pushed into you. He got your legs over his arms and, when you had whispered a plea against his lips, leaned down to kiss you and began fucking you.

A blissful moan left your lips at the feeling of him moving inside of you, finally filling you just how you had been dreaming all day, and you felt like you couldn’t get enough.

Joshua eventually pulled away from the kiss and straightened his back enough to be able to see you properly. His sweater looked even better on you now that he was encased in your wet pussy, and he loved the way it was riding up your stomach while showing a nice view of your breasts. Licking his lips, he got one arm away from under your leg and used his hand to move the neckline of the sweater so that your breasts were completely uncovered.

You grinned at the gesture and bit down on your lip excitedly when he took one of your breasts into his hand to cup it and tease its nipple, all the while his hips moved smoothly back and forth.

“You should wear my shirts more often,” Joshua noted with a small smile - or more of a smirk, really - and leaned down again, bucking his hips forward a bit harder than before, which had you moaning in satisfaction. “I love how it looks on you.”

“You wouldn’t be able to handle it,” you said smugly and gasped when Joshua thrust into you with a blissful roll of his hips.

“Maybe,” he admitted and kissed your neck, his voice low when he continued. “But we’d deal with that then, like we’re doing now.”

“Sounds tempting,” you hummed and began consciously clenching around his cock. When he grunted, you smirked to yourself and resorted to simply meeting his thrusts with your hips, desperately in need of more, more and more until you’d come undone. You moved your hands to Joshua’s neck, and when he pulled up again, you looked deep into his eyes. “Make me come.”

A smile visited his lips briefly before he leaned down to kiss you while starting to get your legs up against him, and a few moments later he was fucking you, standing on his knees with your legs over his shoulders. Your moans rose in pitch at the sensation, as it made him feel that much bigger inside of you, and simultaneously it made you feel tighter around his cock, which made him groan quietly.

“Joshua,” you breathed, your orgasm approaching you more and more with each deep thrust that he delivered, all of which seemed to make you see stars. You closed your eyes as you focused on how his cock felt inside of you and how good it felt to tease your nipples with your own hands.

Joshua could only nod at you as he moved his eyes up and down you, taking in the sheer pleasure evident on your face, the way your breasts moved every time he thrust into you as well as how your hips were moving against his, almost on their own accord. Grunting, he closed his eyes, too, and allowed himself to get lost in the pleasure, his hips moving harder and faster as he chased his orgasm.

You had your ways of telling that he was getting close, and with that you slid your hand down your body and started massaging your clit, swollen and so sensitive to your touch. Whimpering, you continued doing that, all the while focusing on all the pleasure you were feeling. He was hitting all the right spots inside of you with each and every thrust, and the sound of his skin meeting yours turned you on all the more. As he started moving a bit harder again, you were soon thrown over the edge as it all entwined with the pleasure you were getting from massaging your clit. Your back arched a little when you cried out and released around him.

He hissed at the sensation of your pussy clenching rhythmically around him and came into the condom a few moments later, his plump lips parted in a quiet moan that made you clench around him again.

You broke into a wide smile when he let your legs down and leaned down to kiss your collarbone, slowly sliding out of you and quickly taking the condom off and carelessly tossing it aside. Wrapping your arms around his upper body, you pressed a kiss to his temple. “Exhausted?”

“No,” Joshua mumbled with a smile audible in his voice, and you could feel him rubbing small circles into your hip bones. “Are you?”

“A little,” you grinned and looked into Joshua’s eyes when he had lifted his face enough.

Before you were able to speak more, he had already caught up to what you had in mind. He spoke with a smile on his lips and his eyes twinkling a little. “You can stay over if you want to.”

“And you won’t be late from anywhere when I wear this sweater again tomorrow?” you asked playfully and got a chuckle back from Joshua.

“I can’t promise that,” he said quietly and closed the distance between your lips.

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dweebobeebo-blog · 7 years ago

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Who are you now - Brendon urie

Requested: yes Warnings: smut, daddy kink, bondage. Words:2187 Paring: Reader x Brendon Urie

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I have always seen, advertisements videos and pictures, of the one guy I have came to hate over the years he happened to be my best friend in school him and his group. I was interested in Brendon but someone else got him the total bitch of the school, I ended up with Ryan.

After two years, and them starting a band Ryan broke up with me, we had kept in touch for while but I stopped that. They got big, Brendon lost his girlfriend Ryan left Jon left and Spencer had ended up leaving too. He had gotten all new members. Touring around the world.

I'm currently in New York for a book signing, after high school I went to college for different stuff, I ended up being a editor but stopped to become a writer and here I am on my third book, a rather raunchy book.

"Hi! Who should I write this out to?" I ask

"Leann" she says, I sign it and hand it too her "thank you so much!"

"No problem" I smile, my gaurd yelling next, and so it went on, it was time to quit for now I'll be doing more tomorrow I grabbed my stuff so I and my guard Nick left, we are close always cracking jokes we went to eat, on the way in someone ran into me

"Step away from miss y/writers/name" Nick says, stepping beside me, the group turns around and My stomach churns the one and only Brendon boyd urie

"Nick I'm okay " I smile at him and he settles down " let's go sit down we need to talk about my signing tomorrow "

"Agreed miss " he smiles as we started to walk off he himself Brendon speaks up

"Y/n?" His voice deeper smoother, sexier. Just like his appearance

"In the flesh Urie" I wave Nick off and face him "my Urie you've changed, barely recgonized you "

"U-uh yeah same with you" he chokes out, the others chuckling "why are you here me?"

"Me? Why are you here?" I snicker "I'm here for a signing for my new book, let me guess you're tourin?"

"Yeah yeah. Y- were pretty big now and obviously sexy as fuck"

"Hmp" I scoff "who are you now? A cocky bastard definitely not the sweet caring Brendon I grew up with. Let me guess Chrissy changed you?"

"Me?! The cocky one? Look who's talking miss bigshot here for a book signing" he scoffs "you always were a bitch"

"Blame yourself Urie you and Ryan" I turn my heels and walk off not before hearing the others speak

"You grew up with her?" One says

"Ryan?" The other says

"Yeah. I dated Chrissy she dated Ryan Ross" he says, I find nick.

Through out dinner I was zoned mind running off the thoughts of Brendon now, deeper voice smoother, style sexier. Arms more toned. I sigh and pick at my food. Of course after dinner we went to the hotel. And I just laid wide awake.

My phone going off, I check and see who it is, Urie. He still has my number? What the fuck.

Brendon Urie: y/n I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot earlier, wanted to invite you tomorrow night to an after party.

Me: whatever Urie, do you know what you did to me in school? You broke my heart you guys never kept in contact Ryan left me and broke me even more. Fuck you and your nice morals.

I slam my phone down on the bed and get you stripping on my way to the bathroom, getting into a steamy shower, when I get out I don't bother getting dressed I just lay down, I know I'm a getting to be a well known arthor but to feel better about myself I snap a few pictures of myself. Has anyone ever seen these? A little fling I had a while back did. My phone goes off once more

Brendon Urie: I'm sorry okay, please just come. So we catch up .

I don't respond, I just cover up and fall asleep.

The next day, went by in a flash. I never told Brendon that I was going, Nick and I went back to the hotel and got ready I word a red off the shoulder dress. Nick knew where to go. Before we left I took a picture and then one of nick and I. If he weren't my guard id so be sleeping with him. We left and headed to the party, Brendon has some pretty hot guys in his band now I could flirt.

When we got there, nick guided me into the place making sure no one does anything. My editor and agent suggested nick, I went along, we spotted the group and I go to then swaying my hips when they see me, they nudge Brendon and he turns around. his wonder over me a couple times.

"Eyes are up here urie." I raise my brow "you all look dashing" before anyone can something Brendon moves close to me

"Let's go get a drink" he says, guesturing me infront of him I scoff and turn around and walk swaying my hips. We get to the open bar and both get drinks, I having a margarita.

We go somewhere else and start talking, catching up. Talking about everything that happened even getting into a yelling match people staring I storm off to get another drink he follows me, so I go outside. Deciding we should continue to talk and try not to start yelling, but that didn't last long, we started yelling again and not wanting to waste my drink i chug it down finding a fill cup and throwing it at him

"Fuck you Urie" I half yell my voice breaking. before anything else happens, his hands are grabbing me and pulling me in for a kiss, not wanting to fight anymore I grip his shirt in my hands. It got heated quickly like we were making up for something that never happened.

"I thought I never had a chance, I was so dorky" he breathes

" I never thought I had a chance bren, " I lick my lips "i got with Ryan hoping to make you jealous"

He laughs and kisses me again, pulling me close to him I wrap my arms around his neck trying to pull each other closer than what we are. He pushes us up against the closest wall, just the simple needy makeout has me aching for more knowing my panties are well soaked. His tongue slides into my mouth and our tongues battle for dominance I let out soft moans

"Let's go somewhere else yah?" He bites his lip and I just nod "where are you staying?"

I tell him hotel, telling Nick to stay and enjoy himself, Brendons group giving him wide eyed looks, he just shakes his head and rushes us outside to get a cab. We definitely annoyed the driver, as soon as we got in we were going at each other once more. When we got to the hotel the cab driver was all but happy to get us our of the car.

We rush in, going to my room, as Im opening the door he's kissing my neck. We get into the room and are making out and stripping each other as we walk to the bed. Falling on it his lips starting their attack on my neck, searching for my weakspot nipping at my skin, he hit the spot and bit on it causing a moan from me that makes him suck the skin into his mouth, I run a hand through his hair and holding his head on my neck

"Brandon fuck me." I spit out, he pulls away and looks at me

"Yeah?" He smirks, I nod "everyone will know who's making you feel good"

He goes to grab a condom but i stop him and he just looks at me

"Birth control" I say, smirking and wasting no time he's inside of me, starting a agonizingly slow pace, he knows what he's doing he knows I'm about to break.

"Mm fuck" he groans, not speeding up any, I groan in annoyance, he looks at me and smirks "what's wrong princess?"

"You're going to slow" I whine I lean up and kiss him roughly and bite his lip making him groan and stop his movements all together "I'm not the fuck me slow and easy urie"

"Huh then what are you" he grins "take me how you want choking and all?"

"Fuck yes please " I moan, he doesn't do anything, smirking once more I roll my eyes, unexpectedly he slams himself inside of me, making me moan quite loudly

"Jesus christ darlin you're so tight" he groans, setting a pace we're both happy with, he dips his head down and bites on my neck and collar bone making me moan out his name some more

"Ouhhh Brendon fuck" I moan out "more please, don't hold back "

"As you wish babygirl" his voice dripping in pure sex, his pet name for me making me whimper and press my hips up to feel more of him. He pulls out and flips me over onto my stomach pulling my ass into the air his hands grabbing and rubbing it

"You okay with your hands being tied?" He's holding back trying to be easy but I can tell he's not so sweet and gentle

"Shit do it" it comes out as a plead, he gets up and grabs his tie, grabbing my arms and tying my wrists together, his hand trailing down my back to my ass once again

"Tell me if I hurt you baby" his whispers into my ear, I nod and whimper wanting him to be back inside of me, and as if on cue he's back inside of me, the pleasure indescribable moaning at everything thrust he does, his groans turning me on even more if that's possible.

His thrusts getting slightly slower, he flips me back onto my back, his lip pulled between his teeth id do anything to touch him but I'm content with my hands being tied together from him, he pulls my legs higher around his waist so I'm slightly closer to him, dipping his head down to my neck to suck on the skin to mark that he was the one pleasing me, I moan and squirm around a little bit making him groan and look at me, sitting up on just his knees the Angle feeling perfect, finding my g-spot hitting it with every single thrust, my moans are louder and more consistent, he grins in triumph, I through my head back and scream out his name

"Fuck you're so fucking sexy like this" he groans out, "I just want to picture this so I can see it all the time

"Brendon..." I whimper, not even caring that he's reaching for his phone to take a picture of this, knowing my face looks like I'm in pure ecstasy from the pleasure. He throws his phone down and kissed me roughly

"You're gonna ride me" he smirks, moving aside his back against the wall, I roll myself over onto his legs, he grabs himself and I sink down onto him, throwing my head back and moaning loudly

"Mm daddy" I whine, he groans and I look at him unquestioningly

"Say it again baby" his hands grabbing at my boobs, bring his mouth to one his tongue toying with my nipple I moan and start moving against him, not being able to do much as my hands are still tied together

"Daddy... please " I moan pleading for him to help me out, he gets the hint as his hands go to my hips and moves me against him, we stay this way. Having my hands placed on his chest and my head thrown back screaming my name and he's lifting my body and slamming it back down roughly. Feeling as if I'm in heaven, I feel my legs shake, my body tensing knowing I'm getting close, and it's going to be the best orgasm I've had in years. I ball my hands together finger nails digging into the palm of my hand

"Fuck you're close huh baby?" He groans kissing my neck, I nod. "Come on baby girl cum for me let me see that face

With one last slam of my body onto his, I scream out his name my head and body falling onto his body shaking from the force of my orgasm, I whine and wiggle around when I feel his juices spill into me. We stay like that for a bit before he lays me down and gets up. Coming back with a wet towel and cleaning me up and disappearing again.

Before he comes back I'm curled up underneath the covers and falling asleep, feeling the bed dip in and a kiss to my head and being pulled to his body.

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