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introloves · 4 years ago

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Aone having a FAT crush on a tiny quiet barista at his new favorite cafe, they’ve memorized his order and even makes sure to keep his favorite seat open every morning for him- maybe they go to his school too but they never really talk? They kinda smile at him and wave in the hallways but never talk?

THIS IS SO CUTEEEE!!!!! nd bc im me i turned it into smut :( sowwy

— first times + big dick aone, embarrassed abt his size + size kink + brief summary of aone x reader’s relationship before we get to the smut + hard smut towards the end + f! reader

he wouldn’t say anything, he couldn’t say anything but you’d know by the way he he’s always mumbling when he gets to the counter, eyes shying away from your own, hands shaky everytime he’d hand you money, 2.25, every morning for his favorite cup of tea.

it’d always take you a couple seconds to put yourself back together, your own shaky hands tenaciously putting together his drink, perhaps making it with extra care.

he’d usually come alone, but on rare days there’d be a couple other faces. one in particular with brown sleek hair, would push him to mumble out words other than, ‘thank you’.

the teasing laughter and bright red coloring to his face was a dead giveaway. you’d only mess with your friends like this if there was crushing involved.

it’d make you burn up at the thought that he had a crush on you, he’s so big and intimidating and at first you’d have your guard up everytime he stepped inside, a looming presence not hard to notice.

but as the days went by, you’d see how much care he’d put into things. he’d take time to clean up his booth, make sure to recycle his cup, and always shyly nod his head towards you in a silent goodbye. on days where he feels especially brave, aone leaves a flower, one that he thinks most closely resembles your beauty.

on those days, when its your turn to clean the tables and you see a single, delicately picked flower, your heart thumps loudly in your chest.

you’d started falling for him before long.

and of course the dating starts shortly after.

you swear you’ve never felt love before him. he’s everything you needed, a nice security in an otherwise tumultuous and very scary world.

he holds you with arms that are twice as thick as yours, could squeeze you tight enough to hurt so very easy, but instead cradles you to sleep with so much care.

hands that work tirelessly, calloused, veiny and wide touch your face with a delicacy that doesn’t come naturally to someone of his size. he works at it, works at making sure he’s careful.

and you appreciate it, you do, but when you see him open jars for you with ease, reach over your head to pluck whatever you need from the top of shelves in stores, pick you up with no groan or strain, it makes your mind wander.

everything with him is so easy, so you don’t know why, when you’re slick between the thighs, throbbing with want for him, he makes it so hard.

he refuses your advances, pulls you off with a sad smile and jumbled words of,

“he’s not ready.” when you can clearly see he’s hard behind his pants.

it makes you cry, wondering if you’re not good enough. was the flustered flirting, kisses, and confession all just a big joke?

your tears break him, he hurriedly explains that it’s him. he won’t hurt you, can’t, refuses to.

“what are you talking about.” you hiccup, whipping away the tears.

“i just...” he sighs, running a palm down his face.

“i’m too big.”

your jaw nearly drops at that. the heat of embarrassment and lick of something hotter burns at your neck and tummy.

you’ve never heard or seen a man shy away because of his size, usually they boast and brag and have very little to boast and brag about.

you tell him it doesn’t matter, you want him. eyes wide and pleading, hoping he doesn’t shy away because you want him so bad.

his resolution is broken, he’s attracted to you after all. but you’re so small, so cute and plush and curvy in all the places he wants to sink his fingers into.

“i’ll be gentle.” he thinks when he finally grabs you, pulling you onto his lap.

he doesn’t miss the way your mouth shuts closed when you feel him, hips giving a small push against him to make sure you aren’t imagining him like this.

the kissing starts, fevered lips painting eachother in spit, shy moans leave the both of you.

foreplay is skipped, you’ve both held back long enough, and you wouldn’t let him anyways.

“not a good idea.” aone mumbles, but you don’t listen. you want him now.

one again you push at his weak spots, everything he does, he does to please you. but you make it seem that it’s quite the opposite, you want what he wants.

and aone is anything but an aroused man with a cute, soft, tiny girlfriend beneath him.

the first meeting of his cockhead against your leaking, twitching hole has him clench his teeth, hand placed heavy over your tummy to still your hips.

“it’s going to hurt.” he reminds you, but you still don’t care.

“i want you.” you breathe, it makes him hiss.

there were many steps you’d both taken together to get where you were.

from the first time he saw you at the café, bustling around with a smile that tugged at his heart, to a couple minutes ago, when you panted wantonly into his ear about how much you fantasized of him burying himself in you to the hilt, watching your eyes roll back as he pushes in is his favorite so far.

he’s not that expirienced, but knows that the growing wetness dripping onto his thighs with every squelch of your pussy as he sinks in is a good sign.

“g-god. nobu, you’re so big.” you chant.

he knows, he warned you.

but it’s not a bad thing, he thinks, because with just a few pumps in, the stretch he gives you, along with hips brushing against your clit, you’re already creaming around him.

he doesn’t blink the whole time you do, zeroed in on the shake of your thighs, fat squishing him against you, pussy equally trying to milk him of his own.

he thinks the best thing to do is to stay still and wait until you’re okay.

aone knows you are when the talk starts back up.

you can see the sweat glisten against his chest, you know he’s holding back, giving you shy thrusts once more.

it’s good, the same shy, tentative thrusts just made you cum so hard you couldn’t hear for a second, but there’s a hint of raw power he’s holding back.

“takanobu.” you call to him with a shaky voice.

he responds with a worried glance.

“use me.”

he looks at you in disbelief,

“n-no. i’ll hurt you.”

your hips rut, swiveling around the very hard cock of him in absolute desperation.

“i want you to hurt me.” you say. and he sees red.

there’s a tinge of fear at the hardened gaze he gives you, he moves you with an ease, making a show to grab your hips in both hands, lifting you off the bed as he kneels down.

he does as he’s told, moving you how he wants, impaling you down on his big cock over and over, watching the soft parts of you jiggle with the intensity of it, meeting the fat of your ass and thighs with harsh slaps. he digs already darkening splotches the shape of his nails into you.

you can do nothing but scream, trying to hold on to the bed so you don’t slam into the creaking headboard. but you don’t really have to worry, even now he makes sure to keep you from moving away from his pounding.

you can’t feel your legs with the second orgasm that takes you, knees lock and pussy once again creaming all over him while he drills into you.

this is what you wanted, your own pleasure being driven by aone. just like everything else, he makes sure to take care of you so good, your cunt numb and fucked open by the time he’s done.

he pulls out to cum all over your pussy, there’s so much.

he finally comes back to you with a noise that sounds apologetic.

“i’m sor-“ you cut him off before he can say anything, grabbing his face in both hands with shaky arms thanks to him.

“don’t.” you begin, telling him that it’s okay to not be careful, something he’s always been.

you let him know that with you, he doesn’t have to tip toe, that in the safety the two of your shared, he was free to do everything those who didn’t know him whispered about him. he was allowed to be mean, allowed to use those muscles he’s built, allowed to be scary.

finishing with a kiss to his lips,

you’ve loved him since he left you flowers at work, and you’d still love him even after drilling your pussy into submission.

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mercy-burning · 4 years ago

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Move This Along

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: After months of waiting, Spencer decides he finally wants to have sex with Reader. Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: Language, sex (oral sex- female receiving, virgin!Spence, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie) Word Count: 5.6k

Full Request: “...so a smutty oneshot with like virgin!spencer but im talkling like baby spence. and hes super blushy and cute but then when it happens its rlly raunchy and therws a lot of dirty talk. and like reader doesnt work at the bau but theyre close friends. and like she goes out to a bar with him and the team and they tease him so then she takes him home and literally fucks him after a movie or smth idk...” — @mggscumrag

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NOTE: It took me forever to figure out how I wanted to do this, but once I did, it came out so quickly! I hope it’s to your liking 🥰

***

The first time she went out to meet Elle's friends from work, Y/N found herself absolutely nervous, and she wasn't sure why. She was always great with meeting new people, but for some reason, the prospect of meeting her next-door neighbor's co-workers seemed to really do a number on her.

She remembers how anxious she'd been, constantly worrying that they wouldn't like her, not to mention they were all probably super smart and strong and intimidating, just like Elle. Anyone who aided in putting away serial killers, rapists, and other monsters had to be just about the most intimidating personality there ever was.

But as Y/N soon learned, that wasn't quite the case at all.

To be fair, they were all intimidating in their own little ways, though it was really easy to forget about that when she was laughing with them, sharing drinks and stories, and exchanging phone numbers to stay in touch.

That's how she and Spencer had come to be good friends. Despite how obviously shy he was whenever they saw each other, the two of them managed to have conversations on just about everything. It usually happened that he talked and she listened to whatever he was teaching her, but she'd always add on the occasional, "Wow, I didn't know that," or "That's really fascinating." All of which she could tell he was surprised at and appreciated.

And since the first time they met at Elle's birthday party, the night she met the whole team for the first time, they'd been practically inseparable. While Y/N was good friends with the whole team, save for Gideon, who always seemed to like it better by himself, her relationship with Spencer seemed to even surpass the bond she'd built with her neighbor-slash-best friend.

Elle even told her as much one Saturday night, as the two of them were driving to the bar to meet up with everyone for a few drinks.

She'd mentioned it as a joke, but Y/N was instantly apologetic.

Elle only laughed. "Don't apologize. Actually, I think it's good that Reid has another friend outside of work. You're good for him. And you know, I think he has a little crush on you."

Warmth rushed to Y/N's cheeks, and she tried to hide it but failed miserably, causing Elle to give her a knowing smile. "Y—You don't know what you're talking about, Elle, it's not like that."

"Oh come on, it totally is. You give him the light of day when no one else does, he talks about you all the time, and everyone at work knows it."

She paused. "They... do?"

"Of course they do, we're all profilers, but it doesn't take one to see how obsessed that boy is with you. I think you should go for it."

Y/N would have been lying if she said she hadn't thought about asking him out. But in the end she had always figured it was a little weird, being that she was friends with all his and Elle's co-workers and she'd kinda been adopted into their family of sorts. But hearing what her neighbor was saying... She started to think differently about it.

"You really think so?"

Elle nodded. "Absolutely."'

"Okay," she replied with an excited smile. "Maybe I will, then."

A week later and the two of them started dating. Y/N always thinks back to the first few weeks of their relationship, how adorably shy and blush-prone Spencer was, even after they'd been together for some time. They spent almost all their free time together, and it still seemed like he was nervous to be around her. He'd assured her on multiple occasions that that wasn't the case, but Y/N still wondered why he hadn't fully warmed up to being around her.

Especially in public. Oh, in public it was worse. Y/N clung to his arm, and his face immediately got red. What confused her the most, though, was that every time she pulled away to make him more comfortable, he pulled her back in, seemingly desperate to feel her warmth.

In the end she and Spencer had grown to develop their own little communication system for public settings, something to let the other know when something was really wrong, and when to ask if the other was comfortable.

One night everyone was meeting after a rough case somewhere in Denver, and Y/N offered to buy everyone drinks once Spencer had called to tell her they were all back. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to do that, but it had been a while, so everyone was quick to except. Well, mostly everyone— Gideon as per usual went his separate way, and Hotch was eager to get home and see his family.

Y/N was waiting for them at their favorite bar downtown when she heard a loud squeal that sounded a lot like her name. Sure enough, it was easy to spot a very yellow-clad Penelope Garcia headed straight towards her with her arms stretched out for a hug when she turned around. The smile she adorned was instantaneous as her arms came out a well, embracing Penelope with a large hug that almost knocked the wind out of her.

"I missed you!" she exclaimed, still hugging Y/N and swaying them back and forth a little. "I mean, I know I don't ever travel with the team, but because of that we should hang out more."

"Next time I need some company, I know who to call."

Y/N spotted Spencer then, behind Penelope and patiently waiting for a greeting. She smiled at him and whispered, "Hi," to which Penelope must have heard.

She quickly released her from their embrace and stepped out of the way. "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm keeping you from your boy wonder."

She laughed as she transferred from Penelope's arms to Spencer's. He muttered a little, "Hi," into her hair as she squeezed him and shoved her face into his neck. If she had to bet, he was probably red as a tomato right now with how close her mouth was to his neck—it was his weakness and she knew it. And just to tease him a little bit she quickly kissed up his neck, his jaw, and placed a decent peck on his lips before pulling away and grabbing his hand.

Despite the shy smile and the blush adorning his cheeks, he squeezed her hand tight and kept her at his side like they would die if they weren't touching at all times.

Everyone gave little greetings to Y/N as they all made their way to a large booth near the back. Y/N was sitting on one side with Elle to her right and Spencer to her left, while Derek, Penelope, and JJ sat across from them. Y/N got them all their preferred drinks, and a beer for herself, which Spencer couldn't help but find oddly attractive.

He glanced over at her as she took swigs from the bottle as the night progressed, and for whatever reason the sight made his insides all warm and tingly. And when she used her unoccupied hand to grab his under the table, rubbing gentle circles over the inside of his palm with her thumb, he'd never felt more in love with another person. He wasn't even drinking any alcohol, yet his head swam and his heart soared all the same, every bone in his body humming with euphoria at just the mere thought of her.

He must have been staring a little too obviously, because Derek kicked his leg under the table, pulling him from the lovesick daydream he never wanted to leave.

"I can't tell if those are cute ol' puppy dog eyes or bedroom eyes," Derek laughed, and everyone laughed right alongside him.

"Oh, stop it," Penelope said, swatting his arm. "He's obviously just very in love with her, what more could you need to know?"

"Oh, come on, tell me you're not curious to know how they... operate."

She smacked him harder this time, and everyone laughed.

Knowing her boyfriend didn't really care for the spotlight, especially when it came to their relationship, Y/N squeezed Spencer's hand under the table in reassurance. She drew a question mark in his palm, their signal for, "Are you uncomfortable?" And he responded by drawing an "X" in her palm, their answer for, "No." She laced their fingers together then, and set her beer down.

"Morgan, our sex life isn't any of your business," she stated simply.

Spencer felt his stomach churn at the sentence, if only because said sex life was, as of late, non-existent.

He and Y/N had made out a lot, sure, but the one time they did try having sex, he made it about ten seconds being inside of her before he finished, and since then he'd been kind of embarrassed about it. They only ever made out since then, because before it ever got that far he stopped it, nervous that he'd disappoint her.

And now his non-existent sex life was the topic of conversation, and if anyone picked up on it, he would have felt worse about the whole thing.

So, he didn't stop himself from speaking. "But if you must know, it's great."

Y/N's hand tensed up in his, and she looked over at him, shock marinating in her eyes. To anyone else it would have looked like she was surprised he'd even bring it up, but he knew she was most likely more curious to know why he'd lied about it.

Their friends laughed regardless, Elle adding a curious and joking, "Care to elaborate?"

Ready to change the subject, Spencer shook his head. "Nope."

"Yeah, actually I think we're gonna head out early," Y/N added. Spencer was suddenly worried he'd made her upset, but she rubbed gentle circles into his hand that reassured him everything was okay.

He got out of the booth and Y/N followed, as their friends grumbled.

"Oh, come on, we didn't mean to embarrass you guys," Derek said.

"No, that's not it," Y/N said as she threw on a light jacket. "You just reminded me how much I'd like to operate with my boyfriend since I haven't seen him in a few days, so we're leaving. Have a good night."

Spencer felt searing heat rise to his cheeks as he turned around and ushered Y/N out the door, accompanied by low whistles and claps from their friends.

***

The two of them were sitting on the couch now, Y/N having just set down a couple classes of water.

"Sorry if you wanted to stay," she said quietly, playing with her thumbs. "You know we don't... actually have to operate if you don't want, obviously, I was just looking for something to say..."

"Oh, Y/N, I know. Don't worry about it. Really, I... I was the one who even brought it up, I should have just let you handle it."

She looked up at him with a small smile. "Why.. did you bring it up anyway?"

"Well, I... I guess I just felt embarrassed. And I know what we do together isn't any of their business, but I was just... I really was thinking about how much I love you, and when Morgan brought it up, I felt like I wasn't... living up? To your expectations? I don't..." He sighed, unsure how to properly articulate how he was feeling. "I don't know. I just thought about the last time we tried having sex, and I felt embarrassed about it, that's all."

"Oh, honey," Y/N cooed, scooting closer to him and bringing her hand up to brush some of the hair from his face. "You know, you... don't have anything to prove, right? I know how much you love me, and you don't need to be having sex with me to show me, I hope you know that."

Still, he couldn't bring himself to look at her face. "I do," he choked out, pulling at the hem of his shirt. "I'm... I'm sorry."

Y/N's tongue clicked, and she leaned into him, wrapping one of her arms around his neck and placing the other across his lap. She held him tight and kissed the side of his head. "Don't you ever be sorry, unless you cheat on me. Then there will be something to be sorry about."

He laughed at her joke, turning his head to brush his nose against hers. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she whispered, giving him the lightest of kisses on the lips.

When she pulled away, he leaned in again, kissing her a little harder, and she gladly reciprocated. With every passing second, all of his worries started to melt away like the snow to her sunshine. Within every kiss was an emanation of outpouring love and comfort that warmed his soul and gave him the confidence to try something bold.

His hands threaded through her hair as he drew her in closer, and instinctively, she climbed over his lap, resting her hands on his shoulders as he gently probed her mouth with his tongue. The sound of her sigh as she opened up to him and allowed him to fully explore her mouth with his made his stomach bubble and tense.

This would be about the time where he'd stop, telling Y/N that they should slow down, and she'd sweetly oblige and stay cuddled into his side as they drifted off to sleep.

But tonight he didn't want that.

Tonight he wanted more.

While one of his hands remained in her hair, gently massaging her scalp, the other snaked down to her lower back. He gently slid his fingers under the fabric of her shirt and pressed his palm flat against her, pulling her closer to him with a desperation that both shocked and excited her.

Deciding to test the waters, Y/N rolled her hips, feeling him jump slightly underneath her, followed by a whine that vibrated her mouth and sent a low hum of pressure through her stomach.

Still, she pulled away.

Well... She tried to.

When she pulled her face away from him, Spencer used the hand in her hair to bring her back, tilting his head in the other direction and continuing to kiss her with enough passion for the both of them. And it didn't help that the sound she made when he did it spurred him on. She whimpered loudly into his mouth, and the hand on her back involuntarily slid down to grab her ass.

"Hey," she managed to get out when he pulled away momentarily for air. "Hey, you don't... We don't have to really do this if you don't want. I—I don't want you to think that what happened earlier means we have to have sex."

"Y/N..." His hand gently kneaded her ass, and against her better judgement, she rolled her hips again, sighing out against his lips. "I don't want to put it off any longer... Really, I... I want to. I want to show you how much I love you."

She kissed him softly again, bringing both of her hands up to cradle his face. "You already do. Every day."

She was giving him an out, and Spencer appreciated it. But with the way his insides were practically melting away at her presence, he knew more than anything that this was what he wanted.

"I know," he said. "But if you don't mind, today I'd like to show you a little extra." And then he kissed her deeply again.

Her hands tightened on his face, right before they slid up and through his hair. She gently tugged at it, and he let out one of the most delicious sounds she'd ever heard. For future reference, she relished in that sound, in that feeling, and made a mental note to try it out some more when they got further along in their sexual path.

But tonight, she would let him call the shots. He was finally ready to try it again, and seeing how confident he grew in his touches and kisses when she submitted to him, it was the simplest decision.

So she remained on his lap until he made another move, encouraging him with whimpers and languid rolls of her hips against his. Her hands grew frenzied in his hair when he dipped his hand past the waistband of her jeans and underwear, sticking his fingers in only about a knuckle deep. The warmth of his hands against her bare skin sent shivers down her spine, which she let show by involuntarily grinding down on his lap.

Spencer groaned deeply more than whined this time, his grip on her hands gripping tighter to her backside. He forced himself to remove his mouth from hers long enough to breathe out, "Bedroom. Please."

As much as Y/N didn't want to get off of his lap, she knew that what waited for her in the bedroom would be worth the momentary loss of complete physical contact. So she peeled herself away from her boyfriend, grabbing him by the hand, and lead him to her bedroom.

Once the door was closed, he was on her again, caging her face between his large hands and capturing her lips in another heated kiss. They moved backwards until she hit her back against the door, and the second their movement stopped, Spencer used their standing position to press his full body weight into her, their legs tangling together.

Meanwhile, Y/N was trying to figure out where to put her hands. She wanted to brace them on his chest, but it was pressed tightly against hers. So they wandered over his back, but she couldn't decide whether to place them under his shirt or on his butt. Or maybe she wanted to grip his arms to feel the veins as they strained against his skin from holding her face. The possibilities were quite endless.

So endless that they were even surprising—Spencer noticed her wandering hands and promptly decided to place them where he wanted, which was apparently above her head. He removed his hands from her face and pinned her wrists to the door above her head, and she huffed a breath as he pulled away to speak.

"Is this okay? I wasn't too... too rough?"

The concern swimming in his lust-filled eyes drew a little whimper from her throat as she struggled to find the right words. But finally, she settled on, "That was so fucking hot..."

Relief flashed over his gaze right before he grinned. His fingers flexed against her wrists, and even though she couldn't see them, she could imagine how it looked. And it really was fucking hot.

Seeing the expression on her face, Spencer leaned forward again and kissed her one last time. Their lips moved together hungrily, dancing in perfect synchronization, the music being the frantic beating of their hearts.

And then he started to trail his kisses down her jaw and neck, keeping her hands firmly pinned to the door. Usually she was the one to explore his neck with her tongue and teeth, but this time he wanted to try it for himself. Mirroring what he'd felt her do to him hundreds of times over, he soaked in every single sound she made, from the little whimpers of pleasure to the soft, choked whispers of his name dancing over her lips. And when her hips canted forward, searching for any kind of friction, he decided to grant it to her.

As his kisses moved down along her collarbone, his hands gently slid down with him, over her arms and then down to the bottom of her shirt as he kneeled in front of her. He lifted the shirt slowly, each new inch of exposed skin being met with soft kisses until it reached her breasts. He reached up to palm them over her bra while he trailed his kisses downward again.

Even though she was wearing jeans, he pressed kisses to her legs anyway. She squirmed under his touch, and the feeling made his heart soar.

"Please, Spence," she huffed, bringing her hands down to lay overtop of his. She felt the tendons and veins in his hands as they squeezed her, and with everything she had, she tried not to beg him to use them in more interesting places. She wanted to let him take his time, to be a vessel for his exploration, but it was growing harder every second to be patient.

Thankfully he seemed to get what she was feeling, because his hands slid out from under her shirt and rested at her jeans. "Can I take these off?"

The fact that he even asked when she so clearly begged him to do it made her heart swell. "Please do," she chuckled, though it turned into a choked sigh when his fingers actually started undoing the button. And at the sound of her zipper going down, she could have come undone right there.

He pulled her jeans down slowly and helped her step out of them. And she thought maybe he'd take the next step and do the same with her underwear, but he opted to use his mouth instead.

With gentle kisses, he traced the hem of the fabric all the way to either side of her waist. And then he looked up at her with curious eyes and shifted his face, pressing his nose right up against where her clit would be. Her hands immediately went to his hair, but he grabbed her wrists again and laid them at her sides. "Do you want me to move this along?" His voice wasn't teasing as much as it was genuine curiosity.

Still, Y/N resisted the urge to tell him yes. "I—I want you to do whatever feels right. Tonight's... about you. What you want."

"Well, what I want is to make you feel good. So, again... Do you want me to move this along?"

Every time his lips moved, they brushed up against where she desperately wanted him. And it was killing her. So, she nodded vigorously. "Yes, please," she whispered.

And with that, Spencer released her hands and used his fingers to gently rub her over the fabric. The contact made her shiver visibly, and he took that as a good sign. So he wasted no more time and replaced his fingers with his tongue, fluttering his eyes closed at the taste of her. And he knew that once the thin fabric was gone it would be stronger, but even then he was thoroughly wrecked.

He kept lapping his tongue over her, feeling her panties get wetter with ever second, and he only finally removed them when she started grinding her hips closer to his face, desperate for more.

When he did finally bring his tongue to fully taste her for the first time, they both let out the filthiest sounds, months and months of build-up starting to come to a head. He tasted her like he would an ice cream cone, and for the first few moments his eyes remained closed, all his focus on this brand new sensation. But he wanted nothing more than to see her react to him. So he opened his eyes and continued his ministrations, pupils blowing wide at the sight of her above him.

She was panting, her mouth hung open and her tongue just barely peeking out over her bottom lip. Her eyes remained shut, though Spencer could tell she was struggling to open them. With a tentative flick of his tongue over her clit, he took notice of the little gasp she made, and he knew he'd found it. So he repeated his action, providing small kitten licks to her clit as she picked up her breathing and clenched her hands at her sides.

He picked up the pace then, taking note of every little thing that made her cry out or jump with pleasure until she was clutching his hair. He was sucking on her clit now, his middle finger gently sliding in and out of her when she spoke.

"Oh, fuck, keep doing that. I'm... I'm almost..."

He felt her tighten around his finger as she started careening off the edge, and he did his best to keep his eyes on her face, because it had practically been haunting him, wondering what it would be like to see her come undone at his mercy.

To say it was better than he could have ever dreamed was a severe understatement.

Y/N's head leaned back against the door, her chin jutted out so he could see the beautiful contours of her chin and neck. He saw her throat contract as she moaned out his name, saw her chest heave as she struggled to catch her breath, and best of all, he felt her flutter around his finger and mouth. And if that was high inducing, he couldn't wait to feel wat it would be like to replace them with something else.

The mere thought had him trembling.

He pulled back when she huffed out an over-stimulated, "Okay, please, please stop, oh..."

Though it could just as easily have been a painful sentiment, the hungry, dazed look in her eye suggested otherwise.

Spencer stood up and brought his finger to his mouth, still caught up in her taste before she ripped his wrist away and kissed him, threading her fingers through his hair and moaning into his mouth.

Before he could get lost in it, though, she pulled away and nodded. "Okay. I think you're wearing too many clothes."

He tilted his head down in a little flush, and with the help of Y/N, his shirt peeled away from his body and joined her pants and underwear on the floor.

Y/N mirrored his actions, kissing gently down his jaw, neck, and then down his torso. Her hands wandered his bare back as she sunk to her knees. But when her hands moved to his belt, he stopped her.

"W—wait."

She peeled her hands away and looked up at him. "Are you okay? Do you want to slow down?"

He visibly swallowed, and she could read that look on his face that he got whenever he was embarrassed to tell her something. "N—no, I... I want... the opposite, actually."

"I don't follow..."

"Well, I know that... if you return the favor, I won't last very long, a—and I... I don't want to wait anymore."

Y/N smiled, standing again and bringing her hands to rest on his shoulders. "So you're saying you... want me to move this along?"

Spencer smiled at her recollection of his words. "Yes, please."

They travelled to the bed then, Y/N taking off her shirt and bra when they got there, and leaving her completely bare to him. She sat down and reached for his belt, looking up at him as he stood.

"I'm clean and on birth control, do you still want to use a condom? I have some in my table drawer."

He thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. "As long as you're sure."

Y/N undid his belt quickly and threw it to the side, making work of his button and zipper with a smile. "Oh I'm so sure..."

The way she said it made his dick twitch, images running through his mind of how it would look seeing her filled and dripping with—

Her hand was palming him through his underwear now, and it was all he could think about. He had already been hard before, but now it was tilting on the precipice of painful pleasure. So he stopped her, taking a deep breath.

"Lay down?"

"However you want me," Y/N answered, positioning herself on the bed so she was leaning back, her head nicely laid out on the pillows.

Spencer swallowed and removed his underwear before climbing on the bed and kneeling over her. Her legs were already wide, feet flat on either side of him as he positioned himself and got ready.

She reached out and gently grabbed his forearm, a gentle smile on her face. "You ready?"

"Mhm," he answered with a curt nod, bringing himself forward to run the head of his dick through her wetness. They both sighed at the feeling, and Spencer knew he was in trouble.

It was finally happening, he was getting another chance to have sex with her, and if he didn't last long again, he was going to—

"I love you," Y/N said reassuringly, rubbing circles into the hand that rested on the inside of her thigh.

He looked into her eyes and saw that love radiating from them. It warmed his insides and gave him the confidence he needed to finally, slowly push into her as he whispered, "I love you, too."

Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he let out a large breath, leaning down to brace his arms on either side of her head. The pressure of her clenched around him was overwhelming in the best way possible, and he never wanted to move.

But he had to.

She stroked his hair, pressing soft kisses all over his face, and whispered, "I love you."

With those three words, Spencer had the courage to pull back and then forward again, testing the waters and more accurately, his limits. He picked up a slow pace that burned him from the inside out, every muscle and vein in his body on fire with the knowledge that he was finally, properly making love to the woman he was pretty sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

But he was holding back. Y/N could tell. He glided through her with ease, sure, but his eyes were squeezed shut like he was concentrating, like he was pacing himself and trying to hold on to this feeling.

She moved her hands down to his back and lightly ran her fingernails over the skin, feeling him tremble under her touch.

"You feel so good, Spence," she whispered. "So perfect for me..."

The words made his hips stutter just a little, and Y/N knew then what the hesitation was.

He wanted to go faster.

So she moved her fingers lower, cupping his ass and scratching featherlight circles into the skin as she moaned. "You like when I talk to you, baby? Does hearing my voice help you out?"

Spencer choked out a groan as he opened his eyes and saw how feral she looked. Her pupils were blown wide, her mouth was pouted cutely, and she smiled as soon as she saw him bite his lip.

"You wanna go faster?" she cooed, digging her fingernails a little harder into the flesh of his ass. "Hmm?"

"F—fuck, Y/N... I..."

"You fuck me however you need to, baby. Don't hold back. Just let it all out."

He groaned out then, his hips picking up speed. She felt the relief and the tension rolling off his body as he finally gave into his urges, and it was just about the sexiest thing she'd ever witnessed.

"That's it, baby... Don't stop... Give it to me, let me feel you..."

He leaned down and kissed her then, pumping into her harder and harder with every second. She moaned out against his mouth, swallowing all his breaths and grunts. Meanwhile her fingers gripped his ass harder, relishing in the feeling of his muscles as they aided in fucking her.

His mouth pulled away as he shoved his face into her neck, and she sighed. "You're doing so good, baby. Fuck... " His hips kept moving, and she clenched around him hard, hoping to gauge his reaction.

Sure enough, he groaned against her neck and canted his hips harder. Every thrust forward now was so deep he hit her g-spot, and the sensation made her sigh with a smile. "That's fucking right, baby... Just like that, don't stop, don't stop. You fe—el so... ohhh."

Her words lit this fire in him that was impossible to put out. His body was hers for the taking, and so he'd give her everything he had. Which is why he picked up the pace and fucked into her as hard as he could, dangerously close to finishing.

"Fuck, Spence, I'm gonna... —na..."

Y/n's moans turned into a quiet scream as she came, clenching tightly around his dick and digging her fingernails into his ass. Her eyes squeezed shut with the swirling patterns of fireworks exploding behind them, meanwhile he twitched inside of her and lost it at last. As she came down, she helped him hold himself there, deep inside her as his cum spilled over in warm increments. They both moaned out at the feeling, all their tension easing and dissipating.

By the end, all that was left between the both of them was a thin sheen of sweat and murmured promises of "I love you."

They could have fallen asleep right there. Y/N's hands slid up his backside, over his arms, and then to the back of his head, combing gently through his disheveled hair as he pressed loving kisses to the patch of skin where her neck met her collarbone. He was still inside her, unwilling to leave the warmth she provided, and she did nothing to object.

"How are you feeling?" she finally asked, opening her eyes.

Spencer tilted his head up to look at her, his heart once again swelling at the adoring look in her eyes. "I'm great."

She laughed, and he laughed with her. And they were silent for a few moments before he spoke again.

"So, uh... What we just did is what we're counting as our real first time together, right? Like, the other time doesn't count?"

Y/N laughed again, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "If you want to count this as our first time, then yes. I'd be more than happy to agree with you."

"Good. This was much better."

Even though she would never hold their first first time together against him, she was inclined to agree.

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shanitani · 4 years ago

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CHAPTER 3: BAD B*TCHES

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👩🏽‍💻: lol did y’all miss me? im still on hiatus for maybe a good two weeks until summer srry<\3. but to make up for it I made this chapter hella long.

“Damn their water pressure is good.” You mumbled softly, turning off the faucet. The boy had a cleaner bathroom than you had expected, in comparison to the ones in America - he was almost cleaner than yourself. You wiped the fog from the glass admiring your damp face for a moment, fully indulging in the fact that you were really in Japan.

You slipped on your pajamas, the bottoms hugged at the figure well and unfortunately so did the tank top Mitsuki put out for you. You had no problem wearing it around by yourself, but you had to take into account there was a boy you had never met before living there as well. It didn’t help that Midnight never gave you any descriptions about the boy as well, so it was obvious how high alert you were.

You grabbed your belongings, turning the music down to a soft hum in volume before turning off the bathroom light. The cold air hit your damp warm one before clearing your vision to see the teenage boy you had been wondering about the day you got your acceptance email. You both stared in awe, you took in his muscular arms due to training, the light ruffle of his blonde hair, his mouth fixated in a frown, and his piercing red eyes.

It wasn’t as if he wasn’t looking at you either, your skin glistening under harsh light, your hair lightly tied back with a hair tie, the familiar smell he smelt minutes before now more concentrated and easier to name. He dared not to look at your figure-hugging the waistband of the pajamas, trying to rip his glare away fast enough. He grunts, beginning the doorknob, “You better have had left my bathroom the way you saw it.”

You frowned furring your brows, “Duh I did. And hello to you too.” you scoffed looking down at your phone in an attempt to make the situation less awkward. The blonde boy let out a groaned out “hey” before opening his door, and closing it in the same breath. “Rude ass,” you mumbled under your breath before heading downstairs back to your room.

“You met him?? TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED” Imani squealed putting her elbows on her crisscrossed legs looking in awe behind the screen. You smiled at her eagerness to know the boy, though you didn’t think he was all that. “Well he’s pretty muscular, um tall, he’s blonde and rude as fuck.” You rolled your eyes at your last sentence as you simultaneously put your belongings in your new backpack for tomorrow.

“Okayyy he could work! You gotta fierce Lil attitude too so it’ll work out fine.” Imani flashed you a smirk - knowing you couldn’t hit her from Japan. “Oh shut up Mani! you know if I was there I’d slap your ass right now.” you pointed your middle finger towards the camera, giving her a nice view of your white acrylic nails. “Exactly why ima act out now rather than next year.” She huffed, turning off her led lights looking back at her best friend. “I’m gonna miss you tomorrow, school’s gonna be so boring.” You whined thinking about the worst scenario known to come. If they were anything like Bakugo, well you were going to be entirely fucked. “I will too. But stop making me sad about it! We gone see each other soon.” Mani kissed the phone foreshadowing a kiss to your cheek, you smiled doing the same motions as her before ending the call and rolling over to fall asleep.

“I better like these people, Nah they better like me....” you shut your eyes, anxious for your first day to start.

The next day came, as Mitsuki dropped you and Bakugou off. You expected him to at the least show you to where you needed to be - but instead he slung his backpack to the side , not giving you a glimpse of attention your way. “One day im gone beat his ass up.” you took a breathe trying to find the dorm rooms, only to be met with a man right in front of you.

“Hi, [L/N] nice to finally meet you.” The tired-looking man shook your hand motioning you into the dorms. “As you know we enroll all students into the dorms for their safety because of accidents that have happened in previous years.” you nodded looking at the huge building with high ceilings and pillars inside. The man showed you around to the necessities like the gym, commons room, the classrooms, and finally to your dorm room. “I forgot to mention, but you probably know me. I’m Aizawa, and I’ll be teaching you along with class 1A. Today we just want you to prepare your dorm room so you can sleep easy tomorrow - I won’t lie to you, it won’t be easy.” he shrugged giving you the keys to your dorm.

You thanked the man before opening the room, as said in the description - the rest of your belongings were stacked to the side of your room along with your mattress to the right of it and a desk to the left. “Might as well put on music.” you thought to yourself, scrolling through the millions of playlists before finally reaching the one you wanted.

“Yeah, this will take a while.”

Putting on the comforter of the bed, and adding the last of your pictures on the wall; you flopped onto your bed feeling a slight headache arrive. You groaned wiping your forehead, looking out the window to see the sun almost come to a set. “How long do these children work? Seems like their school hours are a whole part-time job.” before you could laugh at your inner joke, you heard the loud door creak open before the kids voiced roamed the hallways.

You shifted uncomfortably on your bed, knowing that they knew you arrived. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to meet them. You just didn’t want to do the same cycle of meeting new friends again - it was a hassle and you were fine with the ones you had in America. You took a deep breath trying to regain your thoughts, “They won’t even know I’m here. It’s alright.” you repeated to yourself trying to make the anxiety slowly creep up disappear.

“Yeah she’s here now stop asking me about her, you wanna talk to her go right there.” you heard the familiar huffed voice described as Bakugous. You could tell he pointed towards your dorm the way a teenage girl laughed, hearing the footsteps come closer and closer towards your room. “Shit.” you jumped off the bed, fixing your hair making sure to make a good impression no matter who it may be. That’s when the footsteps stopped, and a light knock was met at your door.

you opened the door to a girl squealing, “Hi!” a curly haired girl engulfed you into a hug making you step back giggling at her eagerness, “Hey! your hair smells nice.” you hugged her back, finally stepping back to get a look of her. Her hair was the same color as her skin - pink, that you could only assume was the cause of her quirk. However, she did have black features that made you believe she was Blasian.

“Mina stop harassing the new girl! it’s only her first day. Hello I’m Momo!” A black haired girl came waving her hand at you, she looked beautiful - you were almost intimidated by her stunning features feeling a tad insecure once side by side.

“Oh no worries!” you giggled sitting on the edge of your bed motioning for them to come in more. “How’s your first day been?” Mina sat at the other edge of your bed looking at you with huge eyes, “Honestly, kind of boring. also confusing since this place is huge. Way bigger than the schools in America” you motioned towards out your door foreshadowing the commons room.

“America? that’s where you’re from?” Momo chimed in walking towards your desk chair to sit down. You nodded, “Mhm, California.” Mina gasped - “California! You’re so lucky!” you laughed at her bubbly attitude that was a bit similar to your bestfriends at home. “Trust me you wouldn’t want to be there, I’m here for a reason aren’t I” you smirked nudging her shoulder slightly.

“ Wow, How long will you be staying?” “One year.” you shrugged looking off in your dorm window. “Well I hope you love it here, hopefully become a pro.” Momo smiled at you genuinely, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with her persona. Before you could speak again you heard a knock on your door and small murmurs behind your door, Momo opened the door slightly, only hearing a faint “Yall better not embarrass me. I’m serious” before she opened the door all the way to the boys.

“Shut the hell up Momo.” one yellow haired boy lightheartedly says before leaning on your wall and catching your eyes. “Hey! I’m sero and this is Denki. Nice to meet you.” Sero extended his hand to yours to shake, “Wassup Sero, Hi Denki.” you smiled at the other boy.

“Damn, so this is why Bakugo didn’t want to show you off huh.” Denki came closer to you, taking in your features. “Or he just don’t like me” you scoffed thinking about his arrogant characteristics from Sunday. “Well that’s good, less people to compete against.” Denki sat next to you on the edge of your bed fully focused onto you. You smiled taking observations to his flirtatious personality.

No matter Denki giving you his full and undivided attention, Sero caught your eye the moment he walked in the door. You looked Sero up and down, his outfit caught your full attention. He wore the UA uniform required yet paired with grey Jordans and a silver chain dangling from his neck, it was no understatement that he was a very attractive boy. “Why you standing there all quiet, Sero? you obviously came up here for something.” you jokingly stated - trying to start some conversation with the boy.

“Tried to see if you were really what all the hype was about.” He shrugged coming up near you to overpower your figure, your heart raced as he looked down upon you smirking, he knows he fine chile. “They were definitely right.” He smirked looking at you with low eyes.

“Y’all are the most flirtatious boys I know. Swear I can’t take yall no where.” Momo grabbed the two boys by their collard shirts making them groan in displeasure earning a laugh from you - only to make them groan in embarrassement.

“Bye boys.” you wave them off as Momo literally kicked them out your dorm, before closing it in front of them. “I like you” you pointed to her, making her eyes widen, while her cheeks grew into a blush before smiling. “Now how did you make a better impression than me and I came here first.” Mina flopped onto your bed frowning. “Don’t worry girl I like you too.” you slapped her thigh in a friendly manner.

“Alright you two enough talking, get back to your dorms. You all have a long day tomorrow.” Aizawa yelled through the door with his usual tired voice before shuffling off to his room closing the door. “Guess I’ll see you tommorow [Y/N]!” Mina skipped off towards your door “Yes! see you tomorrow” Momo opened the door looking back once more “Bye boo’s!” you called out before the closed your door.

You turned on your led lights in substitute for the harsh lighting in your dorm, shuffling off into your bed. you looked off onto your wall looking at the pictures you stuck to them, “Damn, I miss you Imani” your hand grazed upon the picture of you and Imani sticking up the middle finger to a flashing camera with your phones in one hand and a red cup in the other - a party you both went to knowing damn well you weren’t supposed to be there.

You turned towards the other way of your bed shutting your eyes - anticipating for the long day ahead of you, and meeting the rest of your class tomorrow morning.

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evolsinner · 4 years ago

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⊱┊7

with the moment past {definitely not mentally}, i make my way to the lounge.

“hey, rosé?”

i see him seated on a 3 seat sofa.

a, i hope he didn’t see the way i shaved my hair down there into a love heart... b, he def saw my boobies!!

“y~yes, mr killian?”

“you hungry or something? i can order you some pizza.”

hell, i’m famished, can’t remember the last time i ate.

“no, aha…”

“you sure?”

“actually, yeah, i am, a little... sorry if that’s an inconvenience.”

“no, not at all! don’t be silly. i’m starving.”

i restrict a smile.

“here,” he shifts to the side, patting the middle seat, “make yourself comfortable. i’ll order some now.”

i place his hoody on the armrest and sit on the other end instead; don’t have it in me to sit right next to him. we would be like idk touching and whatnot. amongst the remote and his wallet, he grabs his phone from the middle seat, dialling a number.

“pineapple on pizza?” he faces me, holding the phone to his ear.

i fucking love pineapple on pizza.

“100%,” i reply confidently.

he grins.

i have just found my soulmate.

i admire how laid back he looks: his white untucked dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal thick veins and a dark tan, tie tossed on the table. is this how every male teacher looks after work?

‘cause, yummy!

“takeaway. one large vegetarian and one large hawaiian...with extra pineapple, please,” sir glances at me adorably. “cheers, sweetheart,” he hangs up after giving his number and address for the order. “should be here in 40 mins,” he informs me, “catch,” and tosses the remote at me. “pick a movie. make it a good one. i’m gonna go freshen up quickly.”

can i come?

-ˋˏ ༻🍷༺ ˎˊ-

i struggle to find a goddamn movie!

sir’s phone vibrates and i look across at it. why does that thing be buzzing and ringing all the time? i mean... hmm… i lean all the way back, peeping down the hallway. i listen to see if the shower is still on.

🚿pshhshhshhshhshhshh

oh good, it’s still on. i sneakily pick up his orange google pixel 4 xl mobile phone. okay, let’s see, what’s his passcode? says his pin contains at least four digits. hmm...

1 2 3 4

incorrect pin entered

4 3 2 1

incorrect pin entered

6 9 6 9

incorrect pin entered

his birth year, maybe?

1 9 8 1

incorrect pin entered

it’s definitely mine, then.

2 0 0 0

try again in 30 seconds

fuck, what is it?!

now i’m adamant.

a while later, i listen for the shower again. no sound. fuck me! i also haven’t even picked a movie yet! i grasp the remote and quickly flip through the movies. in ‘newly added’ a film that goes by the name ‘barefoot’ {2014} appears. this’ll do. i haphazardly click on it, put his phone back in the middle seat and swiftly bring my knees up on the sofa.

bathroom door opens and mr killian returns, setting himself down.

and ohhhh boy, oh jesus h. christ, he is wearing grey sweatpants. grey. sweatpants. oh my goddddddd!!!!

🎵dun da daaaaa! dunda dunda da dun dadada oo oo oooooo dun da da

i cringe, really should have skipped the first 10 mins or something.

sir looks at me with an amused expression, “just started?”

i nod, embarrassed.

then he cracks up a little, “how long did it take for you to pick a film?”

“i paused it, was waiting for you.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“alrighty then,” he slumps down, letting me get away with the white lie. “this better be good or else you’re held accountable.”

the professional teacher’s vibe is disappearing and transforming into a perky one.

he’s wearing a loose t~shirt with long sleeves and it’s even rolled up. his hair is damp and floppy, making him so much more attractive. he runs his hands through it, flipping it back as the stray droplets of water roll down his neck. i would gladly lick them off for him if he doesn’t mind...

“why’s my phone locked for 60 minutes?”

“huh?” i snap out of my daydream.

“my phone, why’s it locked?”

*ding dong.*

“maybe...you put the wrong password in?”

“pretty sure i didn’t, and you’re the only other person in this house, no?”

*ding dong!*

“aha..ha,” i giggle nervously.

“does it look like i’m laughing?” he asks me condescendingly.

my smile disappears.

*ding dong! ding dong! ding dong! ding dong!*

“ight, i’m coming!!” sir shouts, grabbing his wallet. “..jesus christ, break my damn doorbell, will you..” he mutters under his breath angrily.

bit hot...

-ˋˏ ༻🍷༺ ˎˊ-

i only ate 2 slices of pizza so i wouldn’t look like a fat bitch in front of sir. he, however, didn’t even eat any. so much for being ‘starving’. he was just casually watching me eat. i could feel his eyes on me each time i took a bite and the odd olive or pineapple went rolling down into my lap. it was so awkward!

we’re halfway through the movie and i felt the need to say something because jay, the character, was such a jerk.

“i mean, it’s actually rather heartbreaking. daisy was locked away for most of, if not, her whole life. and now she is finally free, finally able to experience the pleasures of the real world. she put all of her trust in him and he abandoned her. that’s so not cool.”

as i’m analysing the film, i feel his eyes analysing me.

“well, you can’t blame him,” sir counterattacks. “jay had his own life, his own problems to deal with. she was just another added problem to that.”

“then he should’ve led her back to the hospital again instead of taking her on this joyride purely for his own greed.”

“remember, she chose to take part.”

“he was being selfish.”

“he was lending her a hand.”

“which is what ultimately made her fall in love with him in the first place,” i state like a full stop.

sir’s whole face just speaks wow. “so why didn’t you do my analysis homework then, huh?”

“because it’s boring,” i look him boldly in the eyes, his slicked back hair has me feelin’ oozy and woozy.

“oh, it’s boring?” he emphasises, raising his eyebrows. “is that so?”

“yup,” i purse my lips.

“what was it again?” he grabs my arm, pulling me into his lap. “‘boring’, did you say?”

i’m trying to escape and he’s trying to hold me still. gradually, our laughter dies out and we become aware, so much more aware.

“got some on your mouth,” he says in the heat of the moment, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

there was definitely no pizza sauce or whatever on my mouth, but i play my part. somehow, his thumb finds its way inside my mouth and i instinctively wrap my tongue around it. his green eyes glimmer like shiny marbles as he watches me

suck

on his

thumb.

i feel pressure underneath me, something building up in stiffness. i shift his hand away, glancing down and then back up again. his marble eyes, they just look at me. look through me.

no way in hell did i imagine this moment to actually happen. i mean, most of us girls had these insane crushes on teachers, but never did i think it’d unravel like this.

he firmly places his hand on my lower backside and pushes me closer to himself. “what, you scared now?” he whispers, dominance combined with confidence, topped off with lust.

i gulp, trying to sound brave, “and why would i be scared?”

“you should be,” he replies.

i am lost for words. this kind of intimidation is seductive. all i wanna do is kiss him! though i won’t make the same mistake of glancing at his lips twice.

he speaks in a soft tone, “has anyone ever told you how captivating your~”

“my eyes are?” i finish his cliché line off for him.

“...your lips,” he corrects, casting his gaze down at them.

i bite my bottom lip, flustered for acting like a smartass.

“you know, on some occasions, i’ve noticed that you bite your lip when you’re nervous. it’s cute,” he grins, “i like it more than i should,” and waits patiently for me to fall into his devilish trap.

believe me when i say i’m trying goddamn hard to not sink my teeth into my flesh! which is why i replace it with a mere innocent gulp.

“but on most occasions, you gulp,” he says as i’m gulping.

he removes the hair from my neck.

i get hella anxious, hella aroused so i..

“nuh~uh,” he shakes his head and pulls my bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb. “‘nough biting from you, sweetheart. those are mine to bite now.”

am i dreaming right now?

i try to reposition myself by moving a little back so that i’m not directly on him. as i do this, his erection rubs further into me and i slightly moan kinda too evidently. my eyes open super wide and i instantly shut my mouth. it surprises me that it doesn’t faze him one bit.

“your t~t~thing is p~poking me..” i gesture with my eyes to his manhood.

his orbs shine like someone has stabbed an apocalyptic emerald sunset multiple times. it’s glorifying. magical. the stuff dreams are made from. and instead, he pushes me further down onto his sculpture. he leans his head in, his mouth millimetres away from mine.

“and do you like it?” he questions seriously.

our noses touch, our lips brush...

“answer the question.”

“yes,” i squeak. “i like it.”

i try to remain as calm as possible, but it’s impossible due to the nerves causing havoc inside me, particularly the nerves between my thighs. i don’t know what to focus on. that mouth? his eyes? or down below...

“may i let something be known, luv?” sir requests politely.

i nod.

“i can see your tits...through that shirt...” he whispers sexily.

my breath hitches up.

kiss me! why won’t he kiss me? just fucking kiss me! shit, it’s impossible not to look. i give in and look at his lips. the corners curve slightly into a wayward grin. i see... he wants me to initiate it.

welp, sorry, no can do, mister.

he literally places my bottom lip between his teeth and lightly tugs at it, his breaths hitting my mouth like rose petals. this act is enormously enticing, but i know he’s teasing me.

my turn.

i purposely grind in his lap and he suppresses a hoarse groan. then he scoffs. very conceited. he’s so gonna lose. i keep my lips impossibly close to his for when he forfeits which should be right about...now.

he shakes his head smugly.

i frown, pouting.

he half~smiles adorably.

fine, i have a better idea. one he doesn’t see cumming coming.

i lift away the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants and grip his hand. his body automatically tenses up. i can feel him getting harder from just the thoughts i’m giving him. i bring his hand closer to me. he’s losing and it’s hella entertaining to watch.

unexpectedly, a phone goes off and i jump in fright. i rapidly get off him and he returns to his usual, rigid ways. he aggressively clears his throat before answering that stupid device.

whilst pacing up and down and holding his forehead, he stares at me intently like i’m that fucking maths problem again!

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disney8733 · 3 years ago

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finding our song book one

begging

The lights of the stage flashed on showing the band members on it. You could hear the hum of the lead starting the opening of the song “ Put your loving hand out, baby 'Cause I'm beggin'' The rest of the band starts to join in the song known as, Beggin’. From the right side of the stage, you could see him as the main bass of the band Daichi Sawamura, A five foot nine well-built dark-haired brown-eyed man with thighs so thick they could crush a watermelon in half. It was the beginning of the trash heap tour for Junkyard scrap. The alternate punk rock band that everyone knew. They were known for being an attractive upcoming popular All-Star Band. Their lead singer had an amazing voice that could go and reach the low notes of a song but sound smokey and sweet and loving. Their bass guitarist could play the strings of his bass like nobody else. Their lead guitarist could play any guitar ranging from electric to ukulele. And there was their drummer. He was the rhythm of their band and could make a beat out of a pencil tapping on a table. But that's not all the band had to offer oh no there is much more. At first glance, junkyard scrap looks like a normal band but that's not all they had. Each one of the band members could do more than just what they were known for. junkyard scrap was nicknamed The Multiverse band, their lead singer Kōtarō Bokuto Also known as the owl was a Bombastic, friendly, energetic guy. Also known as The Moody one tending to sometimes in the middle of an interview going into an “emo mode” because he was sad. Bokuto could also play the drums, guitar, and song right to a certain extent. Tetsurō Kuroo the lead guitarist, is also known as rooster head due to the way his hair looks. Although he looked laid-back, he always seemed to be scheming for something and liked to provoke others' well-dishing outside remarks to them. But the truth of reality is that true karoo is a kind of surprisingly genius man both in music and somehow chemistry. The man could not only play electric guitar but also the bass, the acoustic, the ukulele, the piano, the trumpet and is an absolute god at writing love songs. Daichi Sawamura The bass guitarist of the group. Known as the dad of the group he's responsible, caring, understanding, and patient. Except for when you piss him off then he becomes utterly terrifying and everybody seems to be attracted to that. He can also play the electric guitar. If and when he does sing it's a very low soft and sweet velvet voice. And lastly Hajime Iwaizumi on the drums. A stubborn yet reliable member of the band with a strong intimidating vibe. With a firm yet caring attitude towards the rest of his team everyone tends to respect him and all his fans see him as a bad boy. He can also sing very well. These four young men make up the group known as Junkyard scrap. Clear their fan base they were gods that can play music like nobody else the hottest things on Earth. But to the four of them, they were just a bunch of friends who decided to play at a concert one night with the rest is pretty much history. From the crowd, you can hear the girls screaming their heads off for Daichi. Indicating that they were playing the song ashes which was sung by the drummer Iwaizum. “I fell in love with a boy I met in hell”. As the concert continued The Stylist walked up to their manager Kiyok.

“Are we going to do an outfit change?” the stylist asked

“Not that I know of unless Bo has other plans” She replies with a heavy sigh. Bo had a habit of taking his shirt off in a particular song known as Glory and throwing it in the crowd because according to him the song had just such a “vibe” and “he was so pumped he didn't know what he was doing”. The entire band called them out for just wanting to take his shirt off for no reason. And he did not deny or confirm this action. As the two were talking at that very moment You could hear Kuroo starting to play his electric guitar to the notes of none other than the song Glory. Kiyoko Turn to The Stylist rolling her eyes towards the stage saying “ well the answer to your question is yes Suga, we will be an athlete change in which Bokuto will need another shirt”

“Noted” he replied back quickly leaving her at the side of the stage to go get him a new shirt. At this point, he wasn't surprised he had been with the band as their stylus for the past 6 months and he had gotten pretty much used to the clothes that he had either hand-picked or made himself for Bo, being thrown into the crowd. At first yeah totally annoying the crap out of him. But then the bass player of the band talked to him stating how typically they get the shirts back because most of the fans know but was not allowed to do that anymore even though he still does it. Daichi promised that he would talk to Bo after every concert and yell at him for doing so. Now it wasn't that Suga would say that he was in love with Daichi. But he loves the idea of having a strong Rockstar boyfriend. Though it was never going to happen, he knew that and that was fine. What he didn't know is that Daichi himself had fallen head-over-heels Suga from the day that they met. As the concert ended you could hear the loud roaring of the crowd. The band thanked everybody for coming out and giving them a chance to start a brand new tour.

As the band members came off the stage. They were talking and laughing in a way that made you feel at home.

“That was a good show” Kuroo stated “Even if Bo took his shirt off again” the Rooster continued

“ I told you guys every time you play the song. I just get this feeling that I just can't explain it I just got to be free it's glorious if you try it sometime” Bokuto responded well laughing

“ You know Bokuto. First of all, it's just weird and secondly, you throw away all of Suga's hard work. You jerk” Daichi replied looking at Suga

“Oh, it’s ok. There just close

“No, it’s not ok. It costs us money every time he does it. Right kiyoko” Iwaizumi said

“Sadly Iwaizumi is right,” she said without even looking up from her notes.

“IM SORRY SUGA” Bo bowed his head. Suga just smiled.

“Don't worry, let's go get the shirt back together this time ok” the beautiful silver hair boy stated. As they walked away Daichi couldn't help but stare at Sugawara. To him, Sugawara was a beautiful 5' 8.7" slender-built guy, with light grey hair, and hazel-brown eyes. Not to mention, a birthmark mole under his left eye that Daichi just wanted to kiss. Kōshi Sugawara had a soothing and gentle personality. he kind of acted as a pillar of support for the crew and the band. He was a kind and sweet man. Daichi was unsure of when he had fallen for the man, maybe it was when they first met. That was the start at least.

“You if you ask him out, no one would stop you and every owner would approve,” Kuroo said smiling as they walk to the dressing room.

“I can't I have to Maintain appearance for the band's image” he s simply replied

“ You're joking right, In case you forgot I'm dating Kenma. You know the guy who wright more then half our song” Kuroo Side as he sat down in the chair taking his shoes off

“That's different. You two were dating way before we came to fame” Daichi huffed out as he took his jacket off. Just then Kenma walked while playing on his Game Boy.

“Kuroo,” the short boy said not looking up

“Yes, kitten?” the roster replied

“I want cuddles and apple pie”

“Ok kitten, just let get changed” Kuroo hurried up getting out of the outfit he had on and into sweatpants and a sweatshirt then picked up his boyfriend, leaving the room to go get apple pie and cuddle. Leaving Daichi alone. “Maybe he’s right,” he sighed as took out his shirt.

“Knock knock Dai-” Suga said, opening the door just as Daichi’s pants groped. Leaving him in nothing but his boxer. “OH, MY GOD IM SO SORRY I- I’ll um” He stumbled to figure out what exactly should say.

“It’s fine, just give me a sec,” Daichi said as he grabbed his sweatpants, He had decided to leave his shirt off for a multitude of reasons, mainly because he wanted to make Suga blush. “So I'm guessing you need the outfits from the performance today,” He said as he smiled. “Um yes please… and thank you” Suga replied calmly. Daichi nodded, picking up the clothes in the room and heading them over to Suga. Just as Suga took them he ended up trying over his feet, falling on Daichi. When Suga opened his eyes he realized both of his hands were on Daichi's chest, his shirtless chest realizing. where his hands were he blushed training his face into the color of the Tomato he stood up to grab the clothes and ran to the door. “I'M SORRY...Again… AND THANK YOU… GOODBYE!” He said that he closed the door behind them running down the hallway away from the embarrassment that just happened. Leaving sitting on the floor as red as the color of a tomato. “Your welcome,” he said to no one but himself.

To be continued

#kōtarō bokuto #daich #tetsurō kuroo #kuroo #iwaizumi hajime #hq iwaizumi #kenma #sugawara koushi #haikyuu #bokuto #akaashi

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espinosaurusrexex · 5 years ago

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Hater

In which Y/N tries to convince herself that she does not have any feelings for Jeff and miserably fails.

warnings: cursing, a really bad apology (like damn I’m sorry im bad at conversing and it shows lmao)

a/n: For the really nice @ilsolee, who requested something from my Drabble List. Thank you for requesting this. I loved this concept and even played with the thought of breaking it into a series (I ended up not doing that but if you want me to next time, to make it a little longer or even more detailed, just tell me).

As always, I’m open to feedback :)

4. Right now, you’re just being really annyoing.

6. How come you’re still so stubborn, Sugar?

21. Can I kiss you?

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She hated him. She hated his dumb smirk and his overly attractive body. She hated the way he talked to her and how he didn't seem to care about people when he interacted with them. His cringy beard triggered her and the muscles on his body intimidated her. There was nothing on this man that could attract her to Jeff Wittek.

Well, those were the points. And Y/N wasn't going to change her mind about this awfully handsome man. At least she didn't want to and found herself relaxing every time she dug a little deeper to find more reasons, why she could hate him. As if him being an ex convict wasn't enough reason to keep a distance, Y/N was intrigued by slipping into his past to be a step ahead for every comment he spat her way. That way she could tell herself that, no matter what he would say to her, she knew something about him that nobody else did. And that gave her the feeling of superiority she seeked a little too often these days.

“What do you think about that, Y/N”, Jeff questioned and raised his eyebrows at her, who had yet to answer his question. There it was again: that stupid smirk. God, she wanted to smack it out of his face every time she saw it. And not the gentle way. The way that would leave a red mark in the form of her hand for several hours. Though it was really hard for her to resist that urge right now, she settled for a snarky comment instead.

“I think that right now, you're just being really annoying.” A low hush went through the room and Y/N noticed Jeff’s face scrunching up in a faked, pained one. He continued to place his hand above his heart before relieving a loud cry.

“You're so mean! Oh god, I think I have to kill myself now.” The rest of their friends laughed, which made Y/N feel quite uncomfortable.

“Bohoo, you gonna call your mom now?” Y/N scooched deeper into the cushions as she noticed how childish her behavior had been the whole day.

“Honestly, doll. If you want to upset me, you have to come up with some better roasts. That shit was weak. I feel like I’m arguing with a fifth grader.” Y/N groaned. Another thing she hated about Jeff: him calling her ‘doll’ in that dumb Jersey accent of his.

Sending a growl over to Jeff, Y/N stood up and headed towards the kitchen. She rummaged through the cabinets until she found something to snack her anger away on and proceeded to snatch a water bottle from the fridge. She sat on the counter of David’s kitchen and stared at the white tiles a little longer until she felt a hand on her shoulder and a whiff of strawberry entered the room. Carly. Honestly, Y/N didn't want to talk right now. Drowning her anger in food and tv shows seemed far more appealing to her than engaging in a discussion about her well being or a certain other person she didn't want to think about right now. She knew she had embarrassed herself. Not only today, but all the other times she would start to bicker with Jeff about the most random things.

“Hey Y/N/N…” Carly pushed herself up on the counter next to her and took a cookie from her friend's hand. She knew that Y/N didn't want to talk, but she also couldn't help but wonder what fed the deep hatred her best friend had for Jeff. A man, who had actually been pretty nice and funny to Carly during the time they had known each other. Sure, he wasn't the nicest to Y/N, but that was mainly, because her friend never had anything nice to say towards him, either. Carly would have reacted the same way, if somebody would greet her with such an attitude from day one on. She couldn't bring herself to ask Y/N, though. Knowing deep down that she probably had a good reason to behave the way she did.

A nudge ripped Y/N out of her trance. “Jeff is actually pretty nice, you know?” The platine blonde murmured while glancing back to the living room in which most of their friends gathered at the moment. Jeff shared a short glance with her before turning his attention back to the discussion that was going on.

“Carly, I’m not magically going to love that guy just because you say he’s ‘pretty nice’.” Y/N chuckled in a mocking manner and turned her head towards her best friend. “I don't like him and that’s final. I find reasons to not like him every day and that is ok. I don't have to like everybody you're friends with. If you want to hang out with a former convict, then do it, but don't expect me to join you again.”

Carly sighed before hopping down from the counter to stand between Y/N’s legs. She looked into her eyes, trying to find a hint of sorrow in them, but nothing. Not even a little bit of dishonesty glimmered in her orbs. She let her head down, shaking it in the process.

“If you say so…” Carly went back to the common area and Y/N was left to sit alone again. She stared at the ceiling for a while and then at the walls. After a couple of minutes, that got pretty boring, so she just decided to leave. She didn’t need them to have fun. And she definitely didn't need to show them how bothered she was by her friends hanging out with people that didn't appreciate her.

It had been a week since her last encounter with Jeff and Y/N couldn't help but feel pretty good about avoiding any situations regarding him. She occupied herself with paperwork and her dog, Dax. Fully ignoring the fact that she felt a little lonely inside, she watched her friends’ Snapchat stories daily. The restaurant she was working at had not been that busy the last couple days, which lead to Y/N getting off early and left to spend even more time in her Apartment, alone, with Dax, of course.

Another week went by and to say the least, Y/N was bored. Her daily routines had consisted of eating, working, and sleeping. She had finished pretty much every series existent on Netflix and there was nothing else to do. She found herself sitting on her phone again. This time, almost envying the fun her friends had without her. But she couldn’t bring herself to text them. She needed to prove it to herself and them that she didn't care if they hung out with people she didn't want around. Mainly, she needed to convince herself, but that facade began to falter with every minute that went by.

A sudden knock on her door echoed through the room and Y/N got up quickly. Too excited that something was happening, she sprinted to the door and basically ripped it open. The handle rammed into the wall and left an evident hole, but Y/N didn’t care.

“I’m done with your shit ass attitude!” Carly stormed into the apartment with heavy steps and came to a stop at the dining table. The confusion was clearly written over Y/N’s features as she watched her best friend stand in front of her with crossed arms.

“What do you mean?”

Carly scoffed. An action she had perfected over the years she had known Y/N. “I will not stop hanging out with Jeff, just because you don't like him! Accept that for God’s sake!” Her chest was heaving and Y/N had not seen her friend this furious in a very long time.

The tension between them began to rise, but Y/N wouldn't break. “Well then you have a problem, because I will not ‘hang’ with the devil himsel-” But she was cut off by the blonde.

“Jeff. It’s Jeff! You know, you could actually say his name for once! He’s a human being just like everyone else. And it's not fair that you treat him like shit just because of his background. I didn't think that I was friends with a person that is so selfish and shallow that they would reject people based on the things that happened in the past. We all know what he did! And it's not like he is a killer or psychopath! Especially the people in our group of friends should be able to rely on each other and not be scared that there will be talking behind their back. Because you know what?! That’s exactly what happened with Trisha and now everyone hates her! Do you want that?! Then just say it because I need to know!”

Her words were like a wake up call. One that hit deep in the gut and spread through the body in hives of pain until it reached the brain and it could actually register what had just been said. Y/N trained her eyes on the floor. If Carly put it that way, it did sound like Y/N had grown into a horrible person. A person, she most certainly didn't want to be. Not in her or anyone else’s eyes. It pained her to see, how wrecked her friend got by the thought of Y/N being like the person Carly had described seconds before.

“Y/N! Fuck! Say something! … God damn it, I need by best friend back and I need to know if she’s still here.”

With that, Y/N couldn't hold it anymore. A loud sob escaped her lungs and the tears followed soon after.

“I’m so sorry, Carly.” , she sobbed as she tried to stop the tears from falling, “I’m so sorry, I’m a horrible person…”

Through blurry eyes Y/N could see her friend trying to prevent some tears from falling as well, but she kept quiet. Waiting for an explanation on her end.

“I don’t hate him. I don't hate him for his past or his humor I don't hate him at all. God why is this so hard?!” Y/N kept wiping away the salty wetness on her cheeks and proceeded to talk. “I just thought that… if I told myself that I didn't like him, I would believe myself, eventually. I don't care if he went to jail or prison or whatever. I don't care at all… I just wanted to protect myself and I guess, I went a little too far…”

Silence. It was crushing and if silence had a sound in this second, it would have been something that would make your ears explode. Carly knew, what her best friend meant when she said ‘she wanted to protect herself’. It had been a secret between the two of them, but Y/N didn't exactly have the best relationships in the past. In fact, Y/N and her ex-boyfriends all ended on bad terms. And it had taken at least three month and about five pounds of ice cream or chocolate to make her leave the house again, every time. Y/N didn't seem like it, because of her sassy attitude, but she got attached too quickly and fell way too hard. Carly should have suspected it, seeing that Jeff checked pretty much all of the boxes Y/N’s ex’s did, too. She felt regret rushing through her for throwing those words at her, but she was fairly desperate herself, being without her best friend for over two weeks. They had both been too stubborn to text each other and now they saw what it did to them. They were both devastated and exhausted. It didn't do anyone any good if those two were not together at least once a day.

“You have to tell him.” Carly spoke after ten minutes of remaining silent.

This made Y/N snap her head up again. “I can’t! Not after everything, I have said to him!” Her eyes were wide in shock and she stepped closer to the blonde girl leaning on her table. “Besides, we both know that the last weeks were just foreshadowing of what would happen if Jeff and I would… “ She didn't speak any further, noticing that she had actually said his name out loud for the first time.

“Well, you have to at least say something to him! Apologize. Because whatever is happening right now, is just childish.”

Carly was right. Y/N hated when her friend was right. And even though it was probably going to be more embarrassing than her fist time, she knew that she had to talk to Jeff.

Believing that nothing would change her mind about said man was probably a stupid thing to do. To say she was nervous to talk to somebody, she had spent the past year insulting, even more so. The whole time, she was so focused on his background and things magazines and haters wrote about him, she had never even considered to investigate further into his personality. Not that she had thought it was going to be any better than her assumptions, anyway. Though, she never had a friendly conversation with him, she had to admit that she had always been the one starting the snappy comments and he probably just followed along.

With that in mind, Y/N stood at a balck door with the number 703 printed on it in gold. How was she going to approach this? She didn't know, either. But she knew that she had to fix it somehow. Y/N wasn't a bad person after all and seeing that she had the opportunity to at least try and fix things, cleared her conscious a little.

She knocked on the door gently, secretly praying that noone was home and she could just push this event to another day, but her hopes were shattered after a few seconds. The door opened and behind it was the man himself. Shirtless, of course. He had a toothbrush in his right hand and was holding the door open with the other. The light from the window behind him made his body glow in a sunrise-orange tone and Y/N had to scold herself for comparing him to an image of Adonis right there. His questioning facial expression changed to a cocky one as soon as he registered who had been interrupting his morning routine on this day and he moved his body to the side to motion for her to come in. Y/N followed his demands, inspecting his home. Even though she had known him for several months now, she had never even seen his apartment complex before. And looking at the plane walls surrounding rooms that were provided with a minimum of furniture, she decided that she had not missed out on anything. It was the typical man cave. With its lack of decoration and the fminine touch that made every home a home, it appeared rather unwelcoming and cool to her.

Jeff returned from the bathroom without the toothbrush and went to the fridge to get some water.

“What did I earn your company with on this fine morning?” Jeff cocked an eyebrow at the woman standing in his living room. It was pretty relaxing that she had not started this morning with an argument and Jeff didn't know it yet, but Y/N was about to surprise him for the second time today.

With that, Y/N turned to him and took his body in one more time before shrugging her shoulders and continuing to look around his apartment. The apology she had planned was weighing on her chest, but now that she was actually standing here with him, alone, she didn't know if ‘I like your shirt’ was the best entry into this conversation. Apart from the fact that he was not even wearing a shirt, it was the best Y/N had come up with for an icebreaker.

She noticed some dog toys on the floor and decided to settle with that for the start.

“I Have a dog, too.” Y/N motioned to the water bowl next to her and forced a smile on her face to try and hide the humiliation that spilled over her in a giant wave.

Jeff looked into her eyes intently and answered with a frozen expression. “Yeah mine died last week.”

“Oh.” ‘I like your shirt’ suddenly seemd a lot less stupid. Y/N escaped a nervous laugh as she tried to come up with something to say, but Jeff just chuckled after noticing her puzzled expression.

“Just kidding, Nerf’s at the groomers.” A rush of adrenaline filled Y/N veins by those words. He was a dick, but she had to get this over with, somehow. Otherwise, Carly would whoop her ass and send her back to his door, right after and Y/n was not planning on this event to happen.

“Why don't you just tell me something you hate about this place and we take our separate path’s again?” Jeff was serious. He couldn't figure out, why she was here, or what she could possibly want from him, other than a battle of words, he would win anyways. So when Y/N fell silent again, he couldn't help but wonder if this was about something bigger than just another snarky comment.

“No.” Y/N looked away. Too big was the embarrassment she would face in the next minutes, if she was really going through with her plan of apologizing.

They had come so far already, not being caught up in an argument about something inconsequential for the whole time they were in his apartment and jeff could sense the conflict in her mind from a mile away. He was a pretty good liar himself and that subconsciously helped him to read people fairly well.

“How come you’re still so stubborn, Sugar?” A smirk snugg onto his face, again while he approached her from behind, trying to turn her focus to him.

Y/N had shivers running down her spine with those words. There was no denying, anymore. Jeff was an attractive man, but the fact that he knew it, gave her enough reason to not let him know how she felt about him. It was tough, and seeing that he had a dog, left her wondering if there weren't many more things they had in common.

She turned around and stared up at him. Jeff was dangerously close to her, but Y/N did not attempt to increase the distance between them. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but the things she would say next were uncomfortable, too. Where was the point in changing anything about their current situation when she knew that it only got worse from here on? Exactly, there was none.

“What I’ve been meaning to say is that… I’m sorry. I have been mean to your for the sake of keeping you off my mind and it didn't even work. I just started beef with you, because I was scared. I was scared to face the fact that you are a pretty nice guy and on top of that someone I could actually fall for. You have been nothing but nice to all of my friends and even me. That is, until I started to open my stupid mouth. I’m incredibly sorry, Jeff. I hope you know that everything I said to you was not to be taken seriously. And that I’m not mad at you for the things you said to me. I honestly think, I deserve for those to be tattooed on my forehead for my shitty behavior. I’m… ugh… I’m just sorry and I hope that we can start over. I would love to be your friend if you want that, too. Though, I would understand if you don’t. I’m sorry, I truly am.”

That was a much needed release of pressure, which was crushing Y/N’s soul with every second she had to hold it in. The hardest part was over. Now, she just had to deal with the consequences. And those were something Y/N surely did not expect.

“Can I kiss you?”, was all he said as he searched for her eyes in the glimmer of the morning sun rising outside his windows.

A shocked expression covered her face. She had just overcome the most embarrassing thing she could imagine and Jeff had totally ignored her. Rude.

“What?”

Jeff chuckled. “It's just, what you just said was pretty hot and I would just like to kiss you right now.”

Noone had ever initiated a kiss this casually and Y/N didn't care anymore at this point. She knew that the second Carly had told her to talk to Jeff, her mission of protecting herself from him and the eventual heartbreak, would be cancelled. And she was a 100% right.

“I guess I have a thing for people apologizing. Especially if they are as pretty as you.” Y/N shivered. That was, in a weird way, the sweetest thing she had heard in a long time and she couldn't help but nod her head ‘yes’.

Jeff didn't hesitate for another second. Too strong was the longing he had felt for her from the second she introduced herself to him months ago. He pushed his lips against hers, forcing her to stand on her tippy toes and locking her hands on his shoulders for support. They shared a closed mouth kiss for a couple of seconds before Jeff grabbed the back of her head with one hand. The other sneaking down her spine and stopping at the small of her back to push her even closer to him. A small whimper escaped Y/N’s lips and Jeff took that opportunity to slide his tongue in her mouth to french kiss. He explored her mouth, not leaving one corner untouched or unappreciated. Jeff was good at it. He was so good at it that Y/N just let herself fall into the kiss and let him take the lead, not even ringing his tongue for dominance. After a couple of seconds, she snuck her hands up his neck and buried her fingers into the buzzed hair on the back of his head. The stubbles tingled her skin and she just melted farther into his body.

They broke apart after what felt like hours. Both panting, they looked at each other still wrapped into one another. There was a comfortable silence and tension between the two of them that was buzzing in their heads like electricity.

“You know, I always liked you, Y/N. I knew you would drop your act, eventually and just be mine.” Jeff grinned down to her, knowing he had finally won her over.

“Keep up that attitude and I can't promise anything.” Y/N smiled, too. She was willing to see where this was going, but for now she would just live in the moment and enjoy the time, in which no one gave her a reason to worry about anything. Especially not Jeff.

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teacherimagines · 4 years ago

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Birthday Wishes

LONG TIME NO SEE EVERYONE! I hope you are all doing fantastic!!

@radapple420 said

Ayeo! My birthday is tommorow and id love a male tc x female student birthday imagine??? ID NUT BC UR WRITING IS WHY IM STILL BREATHING

Happy (very) belated birthday, I hope you enjoy!!

Masterlist

Btw I am writing imagines as if we weren’t in quarantine lol.

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You woke up to the blaring sound of your alarm. Usually, you would roll your eyes and press snooze, but today was your brithday, so you sprung out of bed. You put on your favorite outfit, ate your favorite breakfast, and headed off to school. On your way to your first class of the day, your friends gave you their birthday wishes. It felt nice and all, but you were most excited to see T/C/N today.

Things between you two have been a little awkward lately, which is likely due to the fact that your crush on him is blatantly obvious. However, he also behaves strangely in your presence, exchanging multiple side glances that leave you with enraged butterflies. When it was finally time for your class with T/C/N, you felt all of this built up anticipation. This is because you have a plan for today: you are going to make a pass at T/C/N, and since it is your brithday, you have some leverage. You sprayed your favorite perfume and spread some lip gloss (cute, but not too bold) across your lips.

T/C/N gave you a warm ‘happy birthday’ at the start of class, and everything else went on as usual. Well, except for one thing. There were many more of those casual side glances you always see from him. You pushed through the class, even though you felt queasy in your legs and bubbly in your head. It made you smile like an idiot, and surprisingly no other students seemed curious about it. It’s probably because most of them spend the majority of the class making tiktoks. You liked this unspoken thing you have going on with him, or rather what you think is going on with him.

When the bell rang, you took your precious time packing up your things as students rushed out of the classroom. T/C/N stood there awkwardly yet attractively in front of his desk, his hands on his hips. When all students left, you quickly closed his classroom door. “Y/N-“ he starts to say before you cut him off. “I need to tell you something.” You say quickly and walk towards him. He doesn’t have a class after this, so the only risk would be that a teacher walks in the room. “And what would that be?” You took in a deep breath. You were now only a few feet away from him. Your heart started pounding at a mile a minute.

“As you know, today is my birthday, and I have a birthday wish.” You try to look away from his eyes, but your eyes seem to be like magnets, attracted to each other. T/C/N nods, expecting you to continue. He crossed his arms, attractive, but also intimidating. You could tell he was feeling uncertain, possibly in fear of what you would say next. Before you knew it, you were off on a ramble. “I am crushing on you, and I am pretty sure you like me too, with all the hints you’ve been giving me and all...” T/C/N takes a step forward, the gap between the two of you being only a few inches. He uncrosses his arms and shushes you with a finger, immediately spreading tingles across your lips. “I think I know what your wish is.” Your breath gets even shorter. “Really?” You ask, shocked. “Really.” He says confidently. He positions himself so that he is cupping your face with one hand, the other grabbing ahold of your hand. “You wish for me to kiss you.” He wispers, his breath grazing your lips. You lick your lips, then bite your bottom lip. T/C/N lets out a deep breath, looking deeply between your lips and eyes. Then, you close your eyes, expecting him to kiss you. However, he pulls away. You instantly feel embarrassed.

“I will fulfill your birthday wish, Y/N. But not here, not right now.” You instantly feel a longing for his warm touch again. The two of you were so close. Like any birthday girl, you show excitement for your present. “Where and when?” T/C/N smiles. “I will pick you up, at 4 pm we can meet at McDonalds.” It sounded like a strange place to meet, but hey, you’ll take it, he likes you back!

At 4 pm you sat in your parked car outside of the McDonalds. You kept your outfit the same, but did your hair and makeup a little more extravagant. You ate a few mints and listened to your favorite song while you waited. You saw a car pull up a few spaces in front of you, and T/C/N stepped out and looked around. You rolled down your window and popped your head out. T/C/N gave you a nod and walked casually towards your car. “Hey.” You said, smiling. “Hello Y/N.” He smiled back, charmingly. “Still want to come with me?” He asked motioning towards his car. You nodded, staring into his dreamy eyes in the golden sun. He smiles with accomplishment. “Perfect. Come on.” You get out and walk to his car, stepping in the passenger side. His car smelt like his heavenly cologne, and you enjoyed the sight of him driving. He took you to an abandoned parking lot, and on the drive the two of you talked about normal things. It wasn’t awkward, and it didn’t feel like he was your teacher in that moment. It felt like two adults getting to know each other, it was great.

When he parked, the two of you looked at each other. “Y/N, I got to admit, I enjoyed making you wait for your birthday wish today. I saw you in the hall at the end of the school day, and I could just see the anticipation on your face. I liked knowing that it was me you were waiting for.” You blushed because you felt the same way. “I wanted to wait to do it here because we would have less limitations, if you know what I mean.” You nod, and instinctively bite your lip. “Now, birthday girl, let me give you the wish you have been waiting for.” He unbuckles his seat, moves closer, and returns to his position from earlier, holding your hand and cupping your face. He looks into your eyes for a moment, but you couldn’t read what he was feeling. You felt your heart start to beat faster and you just couldn’t wait so you cupped his face and pulled him into a steamy series of kisses. His hands started to travel down your arms and hips, and his tongue entered your mouth shyly. You both released slight moans. He unbuckled your seat belt and broke away from the kiss. You move the belt out of the way and look in his eyes. “I hope I made your wish come true.” You smiled and caught your breath. “More than I could have ever wished for.” You said with a smirk before his lips attached themselves to yours once again.

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madamsixx · 4 years ago

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Beyond The leather Chapter 21: Needy Nikki

A little smut warning

February 11, 1986

I was thinking a lot about Nikki and what happened between us yesterday. I know he said he didn't want to be my boyfriend, so I was wondering to my self what we were. I mean imagine if we did have sex yesterday, what would that make us? Two people who are just having casual sex? That's not the type of person I am.

"Earth to Iman we are waiting for you to walk!" The director yelled.

I snapped out of my thoughts and realized I was on the cat walk at rehearsals. I started strutting down the aisle and smiling like I wasn't just day dreaming... how embarrassing. I turned and walked back to the back of the stage and into the back room.

"Girl are you ok? Cause it dosen't seem like your here?" Rachel ask with worry.

"I am...I just have a lot of things on my mind." I say putting my hand on my hips and pacing around the room.

"Like what?" She stopped me from pacing by putting her hands on my shoulders.

I couldn't tell Rachel, as much as I wanted to talk her she would call me disgusting for even thinking about Nikki Sixx. And I didn't need her thinking about me like that.

"Dont worry about it Rach Im good." I laugh sarcastically.

"All right ladies great rehearsals see you tomorrow at the same time 9am!" The director yelled.

We left the venue and headed into the limo. The girls were all talking about the fashion show and excited about dress rehearsals coming up. I rolled my eyes and just looked out the window. I was annoyed because once again I was thinking about Nikki rather than thinking about fashion week. When we reached the hotel I quickly ditched the girls I wanted to call Lisa and talk to her about the situation that was going on. She's the only one who really knew about me and Nikki and our drama. I stood at my door looking in my purse for my key when I heard my own door open.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" I yelled.

"Surprise!" He smirked. "I actually have a day off today. I didnt realize it." He moved to the side so I could come in.

"Yeah cause you were probably coked out of your mind." I walked in and put my purse down. I looked at him and crossed my arms over my chest. "Now again what the hell are you doing in my room? I repeat.

"I flirted with the hotel clerk and she let me in your room." He shrugged.

This guy is something else.

I raised my brows and bit the side of my cheek. "How did you know I was in London and what hotel I was staying in. Cause I know it's not by coincidence that your here? You planned this!" I point out.

He grins smugly and shakes his head. He walks over to my couch and sits down, kicking his feet up and on the table and changing the channel to MTV.

"I have a better question who's Derek Richards?" He looks at me with an unamused look on his face.

"W...who?" I asked trying to play it cool.

He chuckels. "Princess don't play me for a fool." His lips then go straight and his eyes turn a dark shade of green. He stands up and walks towards me hovering over me. "Who's Derek?" He asks again but this time with a very deep voice.

I dry gulp. "He's a friend Nikki, just a friend." I softly mumble.

Is it weird that I find him attractive even though he scares the hell out of me when he's possessive and intimidating?

"He better be." He grazed my bottom lip with his thumb. "I don't like sharing what belongs to me." He leans in and kisses my forehead then my nose and then my lips. It was a very needy kiss. I moan into his lips as he deepens the kiss. He puts his arms around my waist then backs me up into the wall pressing and grinding himself onto me. I moan at the feeling of his erection causing me to become wet.

"Mmmmm you feel that princess?" He groans as he presses and moves his erection on me. "This is yours baby."

"Hey Sixx you in there!" Tommy yells banging on my door.

We both breath out. Nikki grumbles then opens the door. "Yes T-bone what do you want?" He asks agitated.

"Well for starters you might want to take care of that dude." He laughs pointing humorously at Nikki's bulge in his pants. Nikki rolls his eyes and moves away from the door letting Tommy in.

"Iman what the fuck?" Tommy eyes went wide. He looked at Nikki than looked back at me. "Dude so this why you switched up our tour schedules this year?" Tommy chuckled looking at me. Nikki sat on the couch and kicked his feet up on my table again.

Now I understand what Vince was saying.

Flashback

"So what country are you guys heading to next for the Theater of Pain tour?" I asked.

"Well were going to Europe but it's really weird. Last year Nikki all of a sudden started changing up the countries and schedules. I dunno it came out of the blue like he was trying to have us be in certain countries on certain days. He even went as far as to change up the hotel we were staying at. He's a weird dude." Vince licked his spoon.

"Yeah he is. Like today he showed up at my Teen Vouge shoot. I was shocked because I didn't tell him I was there. And to make matters worse he payed off the security guard to let him in." I said scooping another spoon of ice cream.

Flashback ended

Nikki changed up his tour so he could be in the same country and hotel as me. But I was still wondering how he knew. How did he know my whole schedule? The magazine shoots I would be at? He knew the time and the places.

"How do you know my schedule Nikki?" I furrowed my brows. He looked at me then looked away.

"Who gives a fuck! Your going out with us tonight! It's an off day for Motley fucking Crue and were gonna fuck shit up!" Tommy yelled and picked me up spinning me around.

"Woah ok Tommy!" I shouted. He put me down and pushed me into my room. "Go get ready, dress sexy were going to a club. But not too sexy Nikki will rip a guys head off if he tries to touch you!" Tommy laughed humorously.

I stumbled into my room after Tommy pushed me in. I never agreed to go any where with them. Why am I always stuck with these guys? I have to be up tomorrow for 7 am so if I go out I'm not staying out late. I grabbed my suitcase and looked for a dress to wear out. I found my black strapless bodysuit to put on. It hugged my curves just right, then I grabbed my thigh high boots I thought it would look good with the outfit. I grabbed my make up and went to the washroom to fix my self up. While in there I heard another knock on the door and voices in my room. I walked out to see who came in and saw Vince and Mick.

"Vince!" I squealed and ran and hugged him.

"Hey darling." He hugged back.

"So now we know why you changed shit up." Mick murmured as he walked and sat down on my couch. Nikki glared at Mick and pulled a baggie out of his pocket.

"Hey Mick nice to see you." I waved at him.

"You too kid." He waved back holding a bottle of vodka.

I went back into my room and went into the washroom to finish my make up. I heard the door slam and poked my head out and saw Nikki walking towards me. He looked pissed off and I was not in the mood to deal with him if he was.

"Why don't you hug me like that?" He grinds his teeth together. Staring at me with his piercing green eyes.

I sigh and look at him. "Nikki please dont start ok. You want me to come out with you and I will. But if your moody and getting angry with me I'll stay in doors." I warn.

He sighs and kisses the top of my head. "Kiss me." He softly speaks in my ear.

I turn to face him and smile. I cup his cheeks with my hands, stand on my tip toes, and peck his lips then pull away. He becomes needy and wraps his arms around my body and pulls me close to him. He then backs me up against the sink and starts kissing and sucking my neck making my heart beat faster and faster. He moves one hand down and slowly starts rubbing his fingers in between the fabric of my private. I look up at him and breathlessly try to speak but my words are caught in my throat. He lifts me up on top of the sink and I wince as he pulls my hair back exposing my neck to him. He sucks my neck again leaving bruises and marks. By this point I start to feel needy too and move my hand down and start to rub the bulge in his leather pants. He groans and moves towards my lips and smashes his lips to mine slipping his tounge into my mouth. I wrap my other arm around his neck and continue to rub his erection with the other. He pulls my top down exposing my breasts to him. He slowly rubs my nipples and I let out a muffled moan on his lips

"Uh...uh.. Nikki." I breathlessly moan.

"What do you want me to do princess?" He whispers in between kisses.

The bedroom door slams open and we pull away from each other fixing our selves.

"What the fuck Vince?" Nikki barks at him.

Vince looks at the both of us and shakes his head. "Were waiting on you two so can you hurry the fuck up?" He snorts. He gives me a dirty look then walkes out of my bedroom slamming the door shut. I scratch my neck then look at Nikki.

He sighs. "I'll wait for you out there." He says leaning in kissing my forehead and walking out of the room.

Oh boy!

We finaly reached the club and it was not my scene. This was a bar for people who enjoyed rock music, drugs, and drinking to the point where you pass put. There was a bar and a booth for the boys, and there was a small dance floor. The boys ordered drinks and there were tons of woman flocking towards them. I stuck with cranberry juice, and had Nikki's arm tightly wrapped around my waist. Tommy and Nikki started drinking to the point where they were belligerent. They pulled out there baggies and lined up there coke on the table and started snorting it. They even started snorting coke off of womans breasts and thats when I got up and left the booth. I looked around to find Vince and Mick. I saw Mick sitting at a booth drinking his life away yelling at some guys across from him then looked over at Vince who was tongue deep in a womans mouth. I walked over to Vince and tapped his shoulder.

"Don't you have a wife and two kids?" I pointed out.

Vince looks at me and I could tell he was furious. Maybe that wasn't a good idea what I just did. But I wasn't meaning it to be malicious I was just trying to point out that he has a family at home.

Vince let's the girl go and pushes her. "Fuck off get lost!" He yells at the girl. He turns back to me and gives me a dirty look. "Dont even think about judging me on what I do with myself when your the side whore for Nikki!" He spat.

My lips parted and I was shocked at what he said. "I'm not Nikki's side whore Vince." I shot back.

He laughs humorously. "Really cause from what I saw in your bathroom you looked like you were." He moved closer to my face. "And it's funny because before he came to London he fucked his junkie girlfriend Nicole and they talked about moving in together."

"I can smell the alcohol on your breath Vince so I'm going to let it slide because your drunk. Tomorrow we can talk." I stated.

He flipped me off then walked away and grabbed another girl and took her into the booth. I asked the bar tender for another cranberry juice and made my way to the dance floor. Patt Benatars love is a battlefield started playing and I started dancing. I wasn't paying any mind to the people around me I just wanted to feel free and dance my worries away. I came out to have fun so at least let me try and do that. I was swaying my hips side to side when I felt someone's hand push my back and my front ended up pressing against the wall with the person pressed hard against me. I smelt sweat, musky cologne, cigarette, and whiskey on the person. They started nipping and sucking my ear. I was ready to fight back until I turned my head a little to see that it was Nikki.

He forcefully pulled my ass back to him and started rubbing his crotch aggressively against my bum. He bit and sucked my ear while whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do to me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so my head would be resting on his shoulder. My heart was racing with anticipation for what he was going to do next. He locked his eyes with me as he slowly moved his hand down between my legs and squeezed my privates through the fabric of my bodysuit. He then pressed himself against me to the point where my breasts were squished against the wall.

I moaned and closed my eyes. I winced when he gripped my hair tighter. "Look at me." He said with a stern voice. I opened my eyes and wouldn't dare to close them again. I stared into his darkened green orbs as he smirked down at me. "This pussy is mine tonight." He drunkenly whispers in my ear. "I'll fucking ruin you." He growls. He squeezes my privates again making me let out a loud moan that makes people stare at us. He let's my hair go and moves his hand away. He gives me a long needy kiss at the back of my head and slowly backs away from me. I turn around panting and sweating looking at him. He smirks and grabs a bottle of jack from the bartender then sits back in the booth with Tommy.

I'm actually terrified of the thought of Nikki having me. I can't have him ruin me down there.

I'm a Virgin.

#motley crue #nikki sixx #vince neil #mick mars #tommy lee #thedirt #model #chanel Iman #bwwm wmbw

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91daze · 5 years ago

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May I ask for some cute fluffy headcanons and relationship ones for Vanno? I really loved your Frate ones. I love him and Vanno so much QwQ/. I also wish you good luck on your blog and to keep up the good work. :>

tysm for ur kind words‼︎（╹◡╹）♡ and im glad u enjoyed my frate headcanon soup lol (the frate bias really jumped out with it)

and fUCK YEAH i love me some vanno too, so without further ado, vanno headcanons babey!!!!

( vanno clemente - fluff headcanons. )

( individual )

vanno was pretty good with children; he loved children and children loved him back! i mean, he knew how to cook, he knew how to juggle, and he was big and strong and (most likely) very comfortable to hug. in fact, he actually did want a child of his own someday, but he didn’t like talking about this certain dream; after all, being a high-ranking subordinate in the vanetti family meant he had to keep up that intimidating image he had.

surprisingly, he knew how to weave flower crowns and arrange bouquets. this was because when he was younger, he would make flower crowns and/or bouquets for fio as little gifts. he started out rather clumsily and his flower crowns came out lopsided and uneven, but he eventually got the hang of it. he made a lot of flower crowns for fio. she still kept some of them, even when the flowers were already wilting.

he, too, wrote love letters to fio, but unlike the flower crowns and bouquets, he never gave them to her and instead kept them away in a box for safekeeping. they spanned from childhood to adulthood, resulting in a lot of letters. only nero knew about this.

he used to be close to frate. when they were children, frate thought of him as another big brother of his and would tag along with him and nero; when frate was getting bullied by neighborhood boys, vanno and nero were always there to rough them up; whenever frate cried, vanno would juggle just to make him laugh again. when they grew older, they all naturally drifted apart (except for vanno and nero) but vanno never understood why.

he had been appointed as the family’s “taste-tester” at a young age, and he actually ended up developing a critic’s tongue. as a result, he was harshly criticizing when it came to other people’s dishes and was fussy over following his family’s recipes to a t; nero just gave up and ended up designating him as their unofficial “cook”.

where the other men turned to smoking or drinking to de-stress, vanno turned to cooking; when he abstained from drinking, he decided that cooking was a safer way to relieve stress. the scent of the herbs and spices would calm him down and bring back memories of him as a young boy, waiting to sample his nonna’s next dish.

one of his most prized possessions was his nonna’s old and battered cookbook, and he proudly displayed it on a high place where everyone saw it, alongside a framed picture of his nonna.

( relationship )

tbh, it’d take some time for vanno to process his feelings. like most of his life, his first love has been fio, and he’d only been truly in love with her so far; so when he catches actual feelings (that aren’t fleeting attractions) for someone else, he’d be thrown in for a loop.

once he does process it though, you can bet that he’ll do an old-fashioned way of courting you. think flowers, compliments, a few suave words here or there. nero and his friends would most likely act as his wingman at some point. once you’re dating, he’ll still carry on with that good ol’ traditional romance.

expect some surprises; it’s been said that vanno enjoys watching other people’s reactions, so he would most likely try to surprise you here or there just to see your reaction to it. usually through unexpected gifts or gestures. sometimes pranks.

speaking of gestures, he loves affection, especially hugs! he just enjoys how his arms can just envelop you. if you’re shorter, he’d most likely place his chin on your head; if you’re taller, he’d rest it on your shoulder. either way, hugging you is pretty much his other favorite way to relieve stress now.

vanno would spoil you so much; not in a way where he’d buy you anything you want (i mean, maybe he would, if persuaded enough), but more in a way where he’d take good care of you—if you haven’t eaten, he’d cook for you and make sure you eat more. if you’re tired, he’d carry you.

he’s a pretty affectionate person, but he’s lowkey embarrassed by pda; of course he doesn’t mind holding hands, or sharing a few kisses in public—in fact, those serve to show that you’re, yes, his (s/o) and that whoever has the idea to lay on the moves on you should back off, but if you sat on his lap or kissed him longer than a few seconds where everyone can see, he would blush and implore you to save it for later in private. especially since his friends would tease him for it.

he’s pretty protective. his job and his ties has earned him quite a few enemies so he’d want to be around you most of the time, or at least have someone to keep an eye on you whenever he’s not around. he secretly worries that someone with a vendetta would use you as a tool against him, or worse, hurt you.

he gets jealous easily. his jealousy is akin to that of a child’s—he gets huffy, sometimes pouty. a telltale sign of his jealousy is him eating a lot (think the wedding episode, where he was just plain out shoving cake slices in his mouth). give him a few kisses and affection and he’ll ease up a step, though he’ll still be lowkey annoyed at the person he’s jealous of.

the type to buy you a promise ring. someday, he’d like to get married, but wouldn’t force you into the idea of course. so instead, he’ll get you a promise ring. whether you two get married or not, the ring serves as a promise to stay together for many, many years.

sorry for the delay, thank you for requesting!

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blossomjisung · 6 years ago

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boyfriend!changbin

requested? no, i just,,,,,,,, needed this

masterlist.

felix / chan / jisung / hyunjin / woojin / jeongin / seungmin / minho

first date:

im gonna be so soft while writing this

you were walking down the street with your friends and you stopped in front of a record store, attracted by the vintage design

“c’mon y/n, i’m hungry!”

“just go, i’ll reach you in a while”

you walked through the door and headed towards the vinyls, hoping to find your favorite artist’s one

a black haired boy was standing right in front of your favorite artist’s section

he was wearing all black and you have to admit that he looked kinda intimidating

you approached, he was holding a record in his hands, staring at it “you should buy it, it’s an amazing album” you almost whispered, a little bit afraid that you might have bothered him

he turned to look at you and smiled “i can’t choose between these two”

you talked for what seemed to be a couple minutes, but actually you talked for over half an hour

he was honestly really nice and kind

also kinda shy

and you definitely didn’t expect that

“i should go now, my friends are going to kill me”

“wait ehm...” “y/n” you smiled “y/n, can you give me.. your number?”

he was blushing at this point gosh so adorable

“sure”

you were eating with your friends when you heard a notification on your phone: vinyl boy: hey, y/n! i was wondering if you wanted to go out with me.. maybe this evening?

you couldn’t hide your smile and your friends started to ask you a bunch of questions

wow this is so long already im sorry

you met that evening in front of the record store

you just walked eating ice cream

and you talked a lot

he really asked you a lot of questions

and you found out he was in a kpop group

he insisted to walk you home because it was pretty dark outside

but you told him not to worry, your house was just a few minutes away

he texted you every two minutes if you were home

and that was just the first of your many dates

skinship:

changbin looks dark and tough but we all know

hes’ a baby

baby changbin

he’s actually so sweet and romantic

but definitely doesn’t want to show this side in front of his friends

he reserves this for you

so he tries to avoid skinship in front of them

you always sit on his lap with his arms around your waist

but nothing more

instead, in private, he loves cuddling

he loves hugs, like a lot

especially back hugs

and whenever you’re alone, his arms never leave your body

it doesn’t matter if you’re sleeping, cooking or watching a movie

he just comes and hugs you

puts his head on your shoulder

and looks at you

he knows you smile every time he does that

he loves playing with your hair

and pinch your soft cheeks

“you look like a rabbit you’re so cute”

kisses:

definitely prefers hugs to kisses

it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t like kissing you

he just doesn’t like that you can see how vulnerable he is

because he wants to look strong and cool

lmao he’s not he’s a soft baby

when you kiss, they’re usually romantic kisses

he puts his hands on your waist and slowly pulls you closer

your foreheads connected as you look into each other’s eyes

and then he starts to plant kisses on your cheek

and finally, on your lips

his kisses are slow, long and passionate

and he’s just so kind and sweet

his tongue slides delicately in your mouth

and when he pulls away, he looks into your eyes and smiles

im crying

arguments:

okay so actually

he’s a leo okay

and i understand bc im a leo too

arguments happen sometimes

and i mean, it’s totally normal

making up would be,,,

a challenge

he’s way too proud and doesn’t admit that he’s wrong

and you’re mad at him because of that lmao

you would probably sit at the opposite sides of the couch, avoiding each other

he actually feels so guilty but he’s too scared to say it

then he slowly comes closer and puts his hand on your thigh

and just whispers “i’m sorry”

and you look at each other and smile

he obviously cuddles with you a lot afterwards

texts:

he likes texts because he can express his feelings easily

doing it in person is way too embarrassing

he tells you about his insecurities and feelings

texts are just his safe place

and you accept that, you don’t want him to feel obliged

he’s not good at expressing his love for you, not with words, more with actions

so sweet texts aren’t really a thing

but when he gets soft

oooh man it’s o v e r

because he’s the sweetest ever

and shows you how much he cares about you

he says anything that comes to his mind

and you like that these are just rare moments because that makes them more special

he’s also,,, how can we say

very stupid

sends memes at any time

even when you’re having a serious conversation ???

he never answers other people’s texts

he just answers yours

because you don’t see each other that often

and he just misses you a lot

texts you every lame joke he tells the boys, hoping that you would laugh

you don’t

texts you anything he does

and when i say anything

i mean anything

“hey babe, i’m eating chips”

“hey babe, i’m lying on the bed”

“hey babe, i’m pooping”

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gaiyofanfiction · 7 years ago

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Rare Blood (4)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 (Final)

Vampire Prince!Yoo Kihyun x Siren!Reader

Much angst, maybe fluff

Vampire world!AU

A/N: Thanks so much for all the love! We are so happy you guys are liking the story. It’ll only get more dramatic as it continues! Please leave us comments about what you think. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: This store is pure fiction. Yoo Kihyun and the rest of Monsta X are the sweetest creatures on this earth, we know they would never do anything to harm or manipulate anyone.

Trigger warning: Mentions of abuse for right now. Maybe something else in the future.

You feel Prince Kihyun's hot breath on the back of your neck. You glance behind you to see the Prince looking at you with dark, lust-filled eyes.

“Prince Kihyun, what are you doing?” You ask breathless.

The Prince chuckles and snakes his arms around your waist. “I just want what belongs to me my dear.” He kisses the back of your neck, making you shiver. “I want you, Y/N. You're so beautiful.”

You close your eyes, knowing you should stop this. “But this is against the rules.”

He growls, “I can do what I want, Y/N. I am the Prince, after all.” You hear his fangs elongate and feel a sharp but erotic pain as his fangs sink into your neck.

You jolt awake with heavy breathing. ‘What the hell was that?!’ you shake your head, trying to rid yourself of that dream.

“What were you dreaming about? Sounded interesting considering your moans.”

You almost scream as you turn to see the Prince starting at you with interest. “Holy shit, Prince Kihyun. You scared the shit out of me!”

He chuckles watching you put a hand to your heart, panting.

“Why are you in here? It's not appropriate to repeatedly watch a girl sleep!” You hiss at him.

Like a blur, he was suddenly in front of you, his hand lifting up your chin to look him in the eyes. “You're mine, girl. I can do as I wish.”

The closeness of the prince reminds you of your dream. You swallow the lump in your throat as you stare at his beautiful face. He pulls away from you and you sigh with relief. 'What the hell is this feeling? Is it just because of the dream?’

“Besides, I didn't come in here to just watch you sleep. I'm hungry.” He licks his lips.

Your heart starts to flutter. You feel the warmth from his lips hovering over your neck. ‘Do it! I want it so bad!’ His wet lips finally touch your skin and goosebumps quickly rise all over your body. The feeling of his sharp fangs sinking in no longer pain you the same way. Instead, it felt… Good?

‘It hurts, but it hurts so good. What is wrong with me?’ You let your neck drop into his hands letting him be able to access your neck better. His fangs sank even deeper and it’s as if your blood started rushing through your whole body.

The sensation was overwhelming. Your body felt alive and numb at the same time. ‘I don’t know if I can take any more, I hope he’s almost done.’ You bite your lip trying not to let out a sigh of pleasure.

Something compelled you to touch his hands that cupped your neck and whisper, “harder.”

Prince Kihyun was clearly startled by this. He retracted his fangs and backed away quickly. You quickly snap out of the trance, embarrassed about what happened. Clearing his throat he looks away. ‘Is he… BLUSHING!?’

“Now that that's done, it's time I take my leave. I have a busy schedule today,” he makes his way to the door but turns to face you before leaving. “Oh and you are forbidden to leave this room. I'll be back in a few hours for my second feeding.”

“Wait, what?” You give him a surprised look. “I'm supposed to just sit in here for a few hours til you get back? That's not fair!”

The Prince shakes his head. “I don't care. You do as I say, girl. I'm your Master.”

Though the words of him saying that he’s your Master starts to turn you on you still glare at Prince Kihyun. “What the hell am I supposed to do by myself for hours?”

He growls and sighs. “That's none of my concern. Good day.” He opens the door. “Oh and don't forget to put your collar back on.” With those last words he takes his leave,

You make your way to the door and listen to his footsteps fading away. Once they were gone you opened the door and peek out. 'He’s out of his damn mind if he thinks I'm going to sit here alone and wait for his royal ass.’

You chuckle to yourself as you slip out of the room quietly. 'Now is just the time to properly explore this place.’

You walk down the hallway opposite the way Prince Kihyun went. Looking around as you walk, you never really realized how big this place is. The ceilings are high, making the stone columns that hold up the castle large and intimidating. The grand window panes are covered in black curtains, making the hallway appear darker than it could be. The only thing lighting the corridors are huge crystal chandeliers hanging along the ceiling.

You happen upon a tall wooden door, ornamented with small carvings that look like vines. You hear a commotion behind the door. You slowly turn the handle and push the door open as quietly as you can. You peek your head around the corner to see a grand ballroom, bigger than anything you've ever seen before. You see vampires running around, trying to set up tables and different decorations. 'Huh, I wonder what's going on here. Is this what the Prince was telling me about?’

“Well what do we have here? A little spy, huh?”

You stiffen at a low voice coming from behind you. You slowly turn around, terror flashing across your face. Standing behind you, very close, was a very handsome Vampire.

“Well, you're pretty cute, aren't you. Why don't you come keep me company, hm?”

You back away through the door as the male vampire walks closer to you. Unfortunately you seem to hit another body.

“Awe, are you scared of poor IM? Don't worry, I'll protect you, cutie.”

You squeak as you whirl around to see yet another very attractive male vampire. 'God, how can there be this many hot guys in one place?!’

The male named IM, who was now behind you wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “Keep your grubby hands off this human, Minhyuk. She's mine.”

Minhyuk scoffs and grabs your arm, pulling you towards him. “As if. You're so fucking greedy, boy. Learn to share.”

IM growls and narrows his eyes at him. “I don't need to share. If I want something, I'll get it. Not my fault you get jealous so easily.” He grabs your arm and attempts to pull you back to him.

Now it's a tug-of-war between the two male vampires with you being the rope. You whimper as you feel your arms being pulled out of their sockets.

“Hey! I would advise you two to let her go.” You hear a stern voice coming from behind you. You turn your head slightly to see the vampire Wonho coming over with a scary look on his face.

“Says who?” Minhyuk growls, his grip on your wrist tightening.

Wonho narrows his eyes at Minhyuk, “she isn't yours.” He turns his look at IM. “And she isn't yours either.”

“Well, then why would a human girl be walking around a castle infested with vampires?” IM also tightens his grip on your other wrist. You bite your lip to keep yourself from crying in pain.

Wonho crosses his arms. “She's the Royal-pain-in-the-ass’ human. So I'd advise you to let her go. You know how he gets when he's mad.”

Minhyuk raises an eyebrow. He looks down at the wrist he's holding and turns it over to see the tattoo that has gotten you into this mess in the first place. He looks into your eyes and licks his lips. “Oh, so this is the siren human we've heard so much about. That only sweetens the deal. Stealing you from the Prince would only make me happier.” He tugs on your wrist again but IM is keeping up with him.

Wonho rolls his eyes. “God, ever since he was named the heir to the throne, all you ever been is jealous of the kid. Get over it already, nothing is going to change.”

IM laughs at Wonho’s statement. Wonho shoots a look in IM’s direction. “Don't laugh. You're no better, Mr. Greedy. You'll take anything and everything you can get your hands on. You think everything belongs to you. One day that will get you into some serious trouble.”

IM stops laughing and narrow his eyes at Wonho.

“I wouldn't talk if I were you, Wonho. Your lustfulness tends to get you in loads of trouble with other males. Always going after their girls.” You hear a new voice coming from the door you were forced into. You see Shownu raise an eyebrow.

Wonho glares at the well-built vampire. “Oh shut up. You're always so hungry, you'll eat any blood you can get your hands on. You need to go on a diet.”

You look to all four vampires that we're surrounding you. “U-um, c-can you please let me go now?” You say in a quiet voice, tugging at your hands. IM and Minhyuk growl at the same time, both tugging on your wrists once more.

You Yelp in pain from the pulling and their nails digging into your wrists, causing blood to bead. 'Shit, now I'm bleeding with a room full of vampires!’

Minhyuk’s eyes dilate. “You smell that… Siren blood.” Suddenly they all were hungry for you. They became ferocious animals gathering around their helpless prey, you.

The smell of your blood only made them dig their nails deeper. Finally you can't take it anymore and cry out loud. Suddenly you feel hands rip you from the two vampires. You look up to see a very very angry Prince.

'Oh shit…’

“What in the HELL are you doing with my human?!” He practically screams.

Minhyuk snaps out of it and rolls his eyes. “We we're just playing around, no need to be so uptight.”

Prince Kihyun grabs your wrists and holds them out. The other vampires look to see nail marks beaded with blood.

“Is this just playing around?!”

“Oh, come on, your Highness. You should learn to share anyway. She's got enough blood for the family.” IM waves his hand as of it's nothing.

Prince Kihyun hisses and puts you behind his back, as if shielding you from everyone. “Don't you DARE touch her or go near her again.” His eyes turn blood red, his protectiveness kicking in. “I will kill anyone who tries to hurt her, accident or not. You all have been warned.”

Without another word, he grabs your upper arm and pulls you along behind him out of the room.

As the boys watch you and Prince Kihyun walk down the hall, they start to talk amongst themselves.

“Is it just me or does it seem like our Kihyun is actually fond of his feeder?” IM states his thoughts.

“To be honest, if she was my feeder I wouldn’t want any of you filthy vamps touching her either,” Wonho exclaims.

Minhyuk scoffs and gives Wonho the side eye, “you’re only saying that because she’s hot. Why does Prince Kihyun get to have everything great? I deserve a taste of the rare blood just as much as him, if not more.”

IM and Minhyuk start to give conspiring looks at each other. Wonho notices this and becomes hesitant. “You guys better not be making some heinous plans. The Royal family and Counsel have a way of finding out anything and everything…”

Both vampires didn’t care. Their greed and jealousy got the best of them. Minhyuk held out a hand to IM, “I bet that I can get a taste of her siren blood before your itty bitty fangs even retract.”

IM didn’t take kindly to Minhyuk’s words and growled, “ sounds like a deal, grandpa. While you’re asleep in your dusty coffin, I’ll be up and about already getting my taste of that rare siren blood.”

Wonho shakes his head and sighs, “you two are going to be banned from this kingdom one way or another, I just know it.”

Minhyuk grins, showing his fangs. “Not if he doesn't find out.”

Shownu raises a brow. “How would he not find out? Her room is connected to his and not only that, she wears his collar. You know it sends signals to him when she's in distress.”

They think for a moment before IM smirks, “he wouldn't know if she doesn't have her collar on.”

“And how are you going to catch her without the collar on?”

IM chuckles and taps his temple. “We have compelling magic, duh. She may be a siren, but she doesn't have the powers of a royal.”

Minhyuk nods in agreement. Shownu and Wonho give each other a look. Sighing, Shownu turns his back to the younger vampires. “Well, good luck with that. I'd rather not have his highness’ anger aimed my direction.”

The three vampires watch Shownu walk away. Wonho turns to the boys and narrows his eyes. “I don't have a problem with you messing with Kihyun. In fact, I find it funny. But if you hurt that poor girl, you won't be just facing the prince's wrath.” He turns to leave.

Minhyuk raises a brow, “awe, does Wonho have a little crush on the siren?” He mocks.

Wonho's hands tighten into fists. “No. I just know how it feels to hurt an innocent human girl. And you know that.” He speaks through his teeth before following Shownu.

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luciensfiancee · 7 years ago

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Le coup de foudre

Summary: You thought you’re just gonna stop there at the flower shop but hoseok gives you an offer that you won’t regret

Characters: Wonho x Reader, Shin Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff and Mild Smut

A/N: This is my very first time posting a whole wonho x reader fanfic, It may not enough to satisfy you but please enjoy and im open for the response thank you <3

It was a perfect day when you decided to go for a walk at the park, while you were walking you’ve seen a newly opened flower shop. You went closer to the shop and check out the flowers. You’re wearing your favorite light pink dress that your dad gave to you. You’re not living with your parents anymore and you decided to be more independent to yourself. When you’re looking through the white carnation which you definitely love, There’s a blonde haired man asked you “Do you like carnations? White carnations means pure love” you began to startled because he blurted out and you assumed that there’s no one at your back. He knows that you startled a bit so he said sorry for blurting it out of nowhere and you responded him “It’s okay” and he replied you with a bright smile. Oh god the way he smile isn’t just simple you were mesmerized especially when the rays of sun became his spotlight. You look at his name plate then he said “I’m Shin Hoseok. I’m the owner of this shop and you’re the first customer here so –“ you didn’t heard the other words he said because you began to stare on his lips. It looks soft and naturally pink and you began to think some unnecessary things in your mind like how can be this man standing in front of you look so ethereal and attractive? He’s like an angel especially when he smiles. You wanted to see that precious smile again. Hoseok waved his hand on your vision to snap you out because you’re staring at him for too long you feel embarrassed your cheeks and ears are burning in a crimson red so you covered your face with your palm. And you told him that you’ll buy two carnations, then he picked six full bloom carnations you asked him that you only buying two carnations then he said “The four carnations.. it’s free since you’re the first customer” and he smiled, You feel your blood was rushing when he responded because his face was too close but he didn’t bother,

He walks towards inside the shop while he’s arranging the carnations. You asked him why did he sell flowers because its unusual to a man to started a flower shop and he responded “Because I remembered my mom whenever I see flowers, She liked it” and you crossed arms and lightly replied “ohh that’s pretty amazing” he’s already tying up ribbons on the carnation while you’re roaming your sight inside the shop it’s nice and fragrant inside it’s like you wanted to stay inside forever and there’s a lot of various flowers inside when you get back the sight over him, You caught him staring and your eyes meet against him and there’s a whole silence for about a minute after finished designing the carnations he gave you a bouquet and you slightly touched his warm hands then he turn his head down because he feel embarrassed for a little silence when he stares at you. “Uhm.. .by the way I’m Y/N I think it’s kinda unfair if you introduced your name and I wasn’t” and you gave him a payment for the flowers you brought. “Y/N, it’s a nice name it suites you very well” he smiled but at this point he’s kinda shy. You went to the sunflowers after giving him the payment. “Sunflowers are cute especially that big one” you pointed out the sunflower which looks like a size of huge plate in a restaurant then he walks at the place and stand beside you hoseok replied “Yes.. it’s cute ” you looked at him while he’s staring you at this point his stare has something it wasn’t innocent as before. You just got surprised when he leans to kiss to you while his eyes are shut and your eyes widen, You wanted to stop him because there’s a woman who came inside of the shop but when she see you both on that state she stopped turns her back and shut the door.

Hoseok was holding your waist pushing you closer to him and your body instantly agreed and responded his kiss with an open mouth and holding his nape. You let him enter his tounge against your mouth and it was fighting over inside but at end he wins in dominance. Hoseok paused for a while and started planting kisses on the erogeneous zones of your neck. “I really wanted to do this when I saw you walking like an angel at the lawn” his voice was so deep you can feel the warmth of breath under your skin that sends a tingling sensation throughout of your body. The bouquet that you were holding fall off the floor and start to undo his apron and tossing it at the corner. He stopped for a while and lead you to the room where there’s a brown couch and a table with a pile of papers you determined that it was his mini office but the room was not quite that small and large its perfectly fit for about 2-4 people. You sitted on the couch while looking at his hooded eyes. “Are you sure you wanted to do this?” hoseok asked to confirm if it’s okay, You just noded him as your reply. He began to turn his kiss into french kiss while his hands was wandering your soft skin then suddenly both of you changed the position and you’re sitting on his lap. Hoseok cupped your breast and start to unhook your bra. You are both panting in place catching each other breath you helped him to undress you leaving you with your undergarments. He was satisfied on the sight that he’s looking he started to suck your right breast and nipped your sensitive nipple while his other hand was cupping your left breast. You can feel on your hips that he’s totally hard you instantly massage and you heard him whimper that so fcking seductive and very endearing. He’s not the man you met before outside of the flower shop he’s so intimidating and sexy every glimpse of his touch and his kiss makes you want him to fuck you so hard.

“You’re so beautiful, im sure you make all guys fall for your enchanting beauty” he said it in a choppy way while sucking your breast. He feels that soaking while you were touching his clothed length, he finally tease your clit and inserted two fingers against you that makes you quiver its been a year when someone touches you like that after you broke up with Hyungwon you never experienced that again you never jerked off with some other guys except for the one right now who’s making your sex life pleasurable.

“Baby why are you soaking yet? I still didn’t mess you up so hard?” he smirked and licked his under lip while he’s inserting his fingers in and out to your sex. He added up a finger to make it three to adjust his girth when he penetrates inside the hell out of you. You moaned so loudly enough hear at the outside of the room if there’s a customer passing by. “Ho- hoseok.. please..” you pleaded on him and he’s looking directly into your face “What is it babygirl? Say something” he responded while thrusting his fingers in and out. “I..I need your.. dick please… im needy…. Daddy” you cant hide the fact that you grinded on him while he finger fucking you, the scene was incredibly hot he stays looking at you to look your reactions in every move he makes.

“As you wish babygirl” he gets out his fingers inside you and he starts to undo his belt while you’re unbottoning his shirt. Oh god when you see his chiseled abdominal muscle like a chocolate bar makes you want to suck each one of it. you touched and hoseok reacted “enjoying the sight baby girl?” and he smirked lustfully and your response was only a nod, You can’t answer him directly its like your mouth was glued for a moment. He began to unzip his slack and his erected member starts to spring up. The thickness of his member is enough to break your walls and satisfy you.

You began to rise up a little to insert his member into your wet sex that makes you moan and bite your lips escaping the words “Oh fuck”. You pounded on him while he’s holding your buttcheeks and helping you to lift but suddenly his hand explores your face and he inserts his thumb in your mouth and you bited it “so needy” the only response you heard on him, when your pre-cum comes out you stop a little due to exhaustion and he started to thrust a little while your hands was on his shoulder. At first it was only calculated but when feel that he already hitted your spot he began to thrust faster and makes you whimper. the surrounding was full of lust noises you were softly chanting his name on his ear because you throw your head in his back and hoseok was also moaning that really turns you on. “Hoseok.. Im cum-” before you finished your words, Hoseok came first inside of you and you followed

Both of you are exhausted and you’re still laying your head on his shoulders while he’s hugging you. “Im sorry if this how I approach in our first meeting” and hoseok chuckled while caressing your hair like a baby. “Im the one who initiate first i thought you’re gonna slap me” he responded against your ear his warm and deep voice. “Are you treating all customers like this?” you look at him with a straight face. “Actually no, this is my first time doing this why did you asked?” you just pout at him and he added “Jealous? We’re not in a relationship yet Y/N” you can see him teasing you and you’re about to stand a little after what he said and you start to regret what you’ve said he knows that you’re a jealous. He holds your wrist and focus at your eyes he pushed your hair back and said “But if you are willing to be my girlfriend then i’ll give you a right to jealous.. Since I have no plans doing this to other girls only yours” and smiled again so brightly and his eyes began to little its cute despite of he’s topless and he length still springing up. “Psh. I already heard that line.. dont fool me hoseok this is our first meeting im pretty sure you’ll change like other boys do” you tried to guard yourself because when you and your ex break up you became more smarter and wise. “Hmm maybe.. but one thing is for sure i’ll make you say yes in the altar and love you until we have kids” you began to start laughing because he said it seriously and passionately you started to think that both of you are strangers with a minimal infos about yourselves and he’s planning to marry you. “Why? im serious here woman ” he responded “I never met a boy who met a girl for almost an hour and after they fuck the boy was planning to marry the girl who’s completely stranger” you responded him with a giggle . “Well now you do, This means alot to me Y/N i dont just fuck random person because im horny or what” you stopped laughing because he’s completly serious. “Okay.. okay I get it you’re serious” you raised your hand signing stop and smiled. “How about a coffee at this weekend? Are you free?” he raised his eyebrows and pouts. You brushed his hair and its so fragrantly soft. “Weekend? sounds good so that we can introduce properly” you pouted hoseok pulls you and kissed your forehead and whisper “Thank you and I love you” and you reply nothing you just smiled that reaches your ear.

#monstax #wonhoxreader #shinhoseok #smut #fluff #kpop fanfiction #kpop scenarios #hyungwon #changkyun #shownu #jooheon #leeminhyuk #monsta x fluff #monsta x smut

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yourbrother-crutchie · 7 years ago

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Dear evan hansen secret santa!

Hello sweet child! First of all merry christmas/ happy Hanukkah/ happy holidays 💕 I love your blog and I hope that after this we could maybe talk! Hope you enjoy 💙 *I thought it may be easier to post here than the other way I posted it 😄*

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“Pleaseee Evan! Come out with me! It’s the first real snow fall of the year. You know that the ice rink is ready. We skate every year together.” Zoe begged me. We met in year one before we were sorted into different houses.

I always knew that I would be sorted into Hufflepuff, but when the hat was placed on my head, I remember feeling very calm about the fact that I could also be sorted into Slytherin.

Zoe was a Gryffindor. I knew it the moment I met her. Despite us being in different houses, she is my best friend, and I love her more than anyone.

I snap back into reality, and back to the conversation I was having with her. “And your brother is coming with us?” I squeak out. It isn’t that her brother was scary… he was just very…. intimidating. Yes, that’s the word. He always walked with such a drive and purpose that it was very powerful to watch.

“He has a really hard time making friends Evan. It’s the least I could do. What’s the worst thing that could happen? It’s just our regular annual ice skating! Me, you, Alana, Connor and now Jared.” She said cheerfully.

“Jared too??” I raised my eyebrow at her. Jared was my friend when we were younger, before we came to Hogwarts. Since he was sorted into Slytherin, he’s basically avoided me, but always acts like we are best friends over the summers.

“Yeah, he and Connor have actually been talking lately. And he’s friends with both of you, so I was hoping that would make you more comfortable with it?” She gave me the biggest puppy dog eyes and was basically begging me to go with her tonight.

“Okay, fine, but you’re making hot chocolate after.” I gave in and grabbed my skates and my winter gear.

Zoe was beyond giddy when I finally accepted her offer. The snow outside was large and fluffy, and coming in plenty supply. I couldn’t wait to go out and play in it. Zoe has that way of drawing the excitement out of me. It must be her smile. It’s subtle, and it makes me feel like I’m a part of a secret. It’s literally perfect.

We walk to the main doors where Alana, Jared and Connor are meeting us. The closer we get, the more anxious I feel about talking to Connor.

I’ve never really spoken to him much. Just the odd “Hello” in passing to be polite because he was Zoes brother.

The only person that knows about me being bisexual is Zoe. She also knows that the reason I’m so intimidated by Connor is because of how attractive he is. She keeps doing things like this so that we can talk. I don’t know why I finally caved now.

“Heyyy guys. It’s about time!” Jared said awkwardly hugging Zoe. “You’re late, but that’s alright.” Alana chimed in. “Lets go.” Connor mumbled.

He looked very to himself. Even more than I am and I didn’t think that was possible. Maybe it will be easier to get to know him. “So what are you doing over the holidays?” I ask Connor while we walk towards the frozen pond. “Nothing really. Just basic Christmas stuff. How about you?”

His answer were short and clear, but I could hear the want in his voice. The want for human connection. “Oh my mom and I celebrate Hanukkah! It’s my favourite time of year honestly. All my friends celebrate Christmas so I’ve also started to, but I like the intimate celebration between my mom and I.” I didnt realize I was rambling until we get to the pond.

“Sounds fun. You’ll have to explain Hanukkah to me sometime. If that’s alright?” I nod my head enthusiastically. I was a lot less anxious talking to him than I had anticipated.

“Ev!!! You may need to be my support system so I can get adjusted to skating again!” Zoe said to me as she started to lace her skates on. “Why would I expect anything less?”

Before I know it, we are all skating and having fun. Zoe and I are skating laps and Jared is trying to impress Alana, but she’s performing way cooler tricks than him. I look over and see Connor getting frustrated as he keeps falling and picking himself up every 2 minutes.

I skate over to him fast and offer a hand out for him. “Would you like some help?” I offer. He looks offended that I would even ask him that. “I’m fine. It’s just been a while.” He says and slides as he tries to stand. I catch him mid fall and we are in a position where I have him dipped.

As soon as I realize what position we have going on, I want to let go, but instead I pull him back to standing. “See….. not that hard. Just uh… let me know if I can help Connor.” I gave him the best smile I could muster up and skate back to Zoe.

“Thank you for trying.” She says whole heartedly. “I really appreciate it.” We start to speed skate straight down the middle of the pond when I feel a slight tug on my skates and I fall down hard on the ice.

“BEAT YOU HANSEN!!” Zoe yelled from the finish line. I hear Jared laugh hysterically “EAT SHIT HANSEN LOOOL” He yelled at me from where he was with Alana.

Connor looked at me and smirked. He started to skate slowly away. That smirk made me physically want to drool. It’s pulling on my heart too much. Just when I’m almost back to Zoe, I feel my skates pull another time.

“Okay!! This can’t just be marks in the ice. We were the 1st people on it this year.” I tried to figure out what the problems are.

“Evan! Are you seriously forgetting everything I taught you in 2nd year??? I spent so long teaching you to skate!” Alana said defeated. I got up to skate again, but fell to my left hand side.

I look over and see Connor smirking at me and he skates over. “Do you need a hand?” He says so sexily. It was quite passive aggressive with flirty mixed in.

I start to take his hand, but when he is about to help me up, but instead I pull him down and he stumbles so he landed directly on me.

“Your eyes are stunning.” I whispered in aw as we laid there on the ice. His whole face immediately went a deeper shade of red if possible.

I knew that everyone would be looking at me and Connor right now, but for some reason it just didn’t bother me. I only saw Connor. He shakily moves his face closer to mine to the point where we are just centimetres away.

“Please just kiss me.” I breathe out, instantly embarrassed about what I just said out loud.

But my whisper was loud enough for him to hear, because just like I asked, he kissed me. It was magical, and surreal and everything I could have hoped for.

I hear literal fireworks going off so I break the kiss with Connor and look over and see that Zoe and Alana had made fireworks.

Zoe laughed hysterically as she skated over to us. “Its about time!!! You two have been crushing on each other for at least 2 years yet, and neither of you have had the balls to say anything! The match maker strikes again!!!” She screamed in victory.

Connor rolled his eyes, but grabbed my hand tightly with his. “Yeah , I guess she did. Thanks Zo,”

“When will you set me up Zoe?? You free tonight?” He asked non chalantly. “In your dreams Kleinman.”

We all walked back to Alanas room and Zoe made us all hot chocolate. “Sorry for making you fall earlier. It’s just hard to impress someone who is already a million times better than you,” he laughed and scratched the back of his head.

“ So you were the one making me fall!! Jesus I knew I wasn’t just getting bad at skating. You’re the worst.” I teased and kissed his cheek.

Skating today was the best decision I’ve made in the 6 years I’ve been here.

(( THIS!! IS!! CUTE!! THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG <3 <3 and youre so sweet omg!! <3 im always up for chattin hmu

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flowerconcept-blog · 7 years ago

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high school teacher!doyoung 🐰💖

doyoung teaches history! it’s perfect for him because he’s good at memorizing facts and dates and also as english teacher johnny likes to say, he’s a good teacher because he loves to hear himself talk

he often slips into chatterbox mode in class but his students like him and sometimes he likes to tell them weird historical facts he’s found and sometimes gets off topic and tells them about conspiracies

he likes to wear different color ties and socks, because the teachers have a dress code but he incorporates color into his outfits in a subtle way

whereas some of the other teachers look sloppy sometimes, doyoung always looks PERFECT like u see him and you’re like oh, he’s got his life together he sleeps 8 hours a night

his slacks are always neatly ironed his hair is always parted neatly down the middle basically he always looks neat

in reality he's not actually that put together he just drinks enough coffee to kill a small child every morning when he wakes up at 6am and goes on autopilot from there

he loves teaching but a lot of the time he regrets not pursuing his passion....... singing ...... a lot of the time he and music teacher taeil spend lunch together listening to music

he still practices the flute and singing but he's kind of shy about it and doesn't sing in public

except for that one time a bunch of the teachers went to noraebang and got really drunk and doyoung sang snsd's gee beautifully

taeyong still likes to bring it up

but anyways you have known doyoung since you've started at the school, you teach art and your classroom is across from taeil's so you're always bumping into doyoung

the two of you are friendly but you are admittedly a little awkward around him because he seems so professional and smart and you are basically intimidated by him

plus you find him very very cute and have a hard time making eye contact with him

which.... a couple of your older students picked up on when doyoung came into your classroom asking for some construction paper and you tripped over yourself and blushed when your hands brushed his

and since then you keep overhearing them gossiping about the two of you and even your other teacher friends sooyoung and joohyun like to tease you about it

doyoung doesn't notice it since he's dense, but he does notice how cute you are!!!!

at the end of the year the teachers go on a one night conference/retreat because the high school is a private school and they want the faculty to be open and friendly with each other

which would be fine if ten wasn't the one to book the hotel rooms

because when you get there late at night you're expecting to room with sooyoung or joohyun ..... and when they're together you assume you'll be with one of the older teachers but you open the door to your room and doyoung is unpacking and

there's only one queen sized bed

immediately you turn around and bang on ten's door across the hall but you just hear him giggling with johnny and then he's like "we're doing you a favor~~!!!!"

so you return and doyoung is like "ah..... i can sleep on the floor..... i'm sorry about the mixup....."

and you're like "no no no! i can sleep on the floor.... don't worry about it" and the two of you go back and forth for a minute or so both being polite until finally doyoung is like

"well.... it's just one night so im ok with sharing the bed.... i don't want your back to get messed up by sleeping on the floor"

and you figure that you can handle one night, you aren't a 12 year old after all

for ten minutes or so you go about your business in silence and then doyoung gets tired of the quiet and before you know it you're talking about his big brother and you're telling him about your childhood fish in your pajamas

and he's just so easy to talk to.... you never would have thought it would be but telling him your embarrassing first meeting with the principal is nothing and when he laughs his big loud laugh you can't help but laugh along

even as you both get into bed (doyoung puts a pillow between you two because he can sense you're a little bit nervous) it's easy

and once the lights turn off the two of you still talk, doyoung quietly talks about chinese teacher sicheng's birthday party and you reply until you fall asleep he can hear your breath even out

in the morning when he wakes up, the two of you are still separated mostly by the pillow, but your hand managed to tangle together with doyoung's and you've pressed your feet to his legs

your hand is small in his and your hair is everywhere in your face, plus your feet are weirdly cold but doyoung feels the small crush he's had on you for a while grow

and he knows he wants to be able to wake up to you again

but he also knows that if you wake up clutching his hand you'll get nervous and uncomfortable, so he carefully pries your fingers off of his and then moves out of bed

you wake up right as he moves and when you see his normally neat hair standing up in tufts you laugh sleepily

when he scoffs a "what??" in an unfairly deep and attractive morning voice) you say "i've never seen you not look perfect before" without even fully realizing what you're saying

doyoung just grins

at the end of the retreat he asks if you'd like to get dinner sometime soon, and one date turns to two turns to twenty

when the summer break is over and he stops by on the first day to bring you your lunch, your entire class bursts into whispers

the two of you always stay professional at work, but in all honesty doyoung thrives off of the attention and rumors

likes to buy you flowers with a tiny note and leave them in your classroom to fuel the gossip, but also because he thinks you look pretty when you scold him for being so obvious

all the teachers go to noraebang and doyoung gets drunk AGAIN and serenades you...... ten gets it all on video and threatens to send it in an all-school email whenever either you or doyoung sass him

the teacher life can be hard but it's easier when you get to spend dinnertime with doyoung, sometimes grading together and complaining about students, sometimes talking about absolutely anything snuggled up on the couch

and now when doyoung wakes up at 6am, he has the person he loves AND coffee to get him to go to work

he says this to you once and you roll your eyes but kiss him anyways!!!!!👩‍🏫💛👨‍🏫

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #doyoung scenarios #nct fluff #doyoung imagines #🐰💖i honestly love doyoungie with my whole heart he's my ult i love his precious gummy smile #this is short but i hope its ok!!!!!!!#nct #doyoung #💌

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