#just came back with this huge ass paper roll in my lap while riding my motorbike

[evilblot]

Barbie movie poster? Fucking SNATCHED✨.

[badbtssmut]

Sticky Fingers | Hyung Line

When you shoplift at the store and get caught by the manager, a punishment awaits you in the backroom.

Contains: Reader is being sexually punished for stealing, reader gets fucked in various positions, some degrading, rough sex, overstimulation, powerplay, noncon and dubcon elements

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Namjoon

“Come on, suck it, you little thief.” The man’s fingers gripped onto your hair tighter, forcing you down on him. You gagged, eyes watering. Your hands were bound behind you, tied by rough rope to the legs of a chair. The room was dark, the only source of light being the computer screen on the desk and a dingly light bulb. “Know how to stuff your bag but not your mouth? Suck it. You fucking deserve this after stealing from me. I should fucking destroy you. Teach you a lesson about respecting people.”

Namjoon pulled his cock out of you and you panted, drool running down your chin. It was huge and thick and glistening with your saliva. Namjoon untied the rope that kept you bound to the chair.

Then he grabbed you by the hair again and bent you over the desk. “Going to show you what happens to girls like you.” He grunted as he ripped your jeans and panties off, dropping them to the floor. You felt his hot cock against your cunt, rubbing up and down between your folds.

“Sir, I’m sorry…” You whimpered.

“You’re only sorry ‘cause you got caught. You should have thought of this before you decided to steal from me.” Namjoon said, not showing any mercy. His hands moved to your hips and he pushed into you.

“Ah- ah!” The sudden intrusion caught you by surprise, and it felt sensitive when he started fucking you. Hard, brutal thrusts that made the desk shake, papers falling to the floor, pens rolling off the desk and scattering.

One of his large hands found the back of your neck and pushed you down onto the desk. It felt uncomfortable, your cheek against the hard surface, your body bouncing back and forth, but the pleasure was building, the rough sex feeling too good.

Namjoon was grunting above you, hips smacking against your ass. You knew you should be scared, you had just been caught stealing, had been kidnapped and was currently being fucked mercilessly by a stranger, but it was hot, so fucking hot. You never got yourself off like this. This was so different and intense. You were moaning uncontrollably.

It didn't take long until Namjoon came, burying himself deep inside of you, groaning as he did. He let go of you and pulled out, leaving you aching and needy.

“Get out of my office.”

Hoseok

“Did I tell you to stop?” The manager asked.

“No, no, I’m sorry, sir.” You whimpered before you went back to massaging his cock.

You had been kneeling between his legs for a while now, sucking his cock, licking his balls, stroking him. You had already made him come once and now he was hard again.

It was late and you were sure that no one else was in the mall anymore.

“Hope it was worth it.” Hoseok mocked you. “What you did was pretty stupid, girl. You could go to jail for stealing. You know what I could do to you? I could lock you up here. No one would know. You stole from me, you owe me, I could keep you here as my personal little slut. Keep you naked and at my feet all the time.” You shivered at his words, you had only chucked a few things in your bag, would he really be that cruel?

“Get on my lap.” Hoseok ordered, and you did. You straddled him, his hard cock standing tall, waiting for you. He rubbed his hands over your naked body, squeezing and rubbing your breasts.

Hoseok kissed you, his tongue in your mouth, his lips hot against yours. His hand found the back of your head and he tugged on your hair, pulling your head back before he ran his tongue across your neck.

“Ride it. Go on, ride my cock, thief. Make me feel good so I won't press charges.” He threatened, and you moved your hips, guiding his cock into you. You sank down on him slowly, moaning at the stretch. He felt huge inside of you. Once he was fully inside of you, you started riding him.

The feeling of his big cock sliding in and out of you was incredible, it filled you up so well, stretching your tight pussy. Hoseok watched as his cock disappeared inside of you over and over again, groaning. He rubbed his hands all over your body, touching you everywhere.

You rolled your hips, and moaned, grinding yourself against his crotch. You were close, your orgasm building quickly. Hoseok held your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh, probably leaving marks. You were gasping, breathing heavily, moaning.

Hoseok pushed his hips up, slamming into you and it was enough to push you over the edge, you cried out, moaning, shuddering. Hoseok growled, holding your hips firmly in place as he came.

He slapped your ass and shoved you off of him.

“I better not see your face here again.”

Yoongi

“What were you thinking? Or were you even thinking at all, hm?” Manager Min asked as he dug his fingers into your face, holding you into place as he face fucked you.

You tried to answer him but your words came out as gurgles. Your cheeks were puffed out, your throat full of his cock, your spit leaking out from the corners of your mouth.

Yoongi laughed at your pitiful attempt to speak. He continued fucking your mouth.

It felt dirty, being used by someone you didn't know, a stranger, in an empty mall in the middle of the night.

You knew you shouldn't have stolen.

But it was so thrilling.

You liked the danger.

Yoongi pulled out of you, his cock slick with your spit, and grabbed you, dragging you to the couch in the corner of the store. He threw you on the couch and positioned himself behind you, on his knees.

You gripped onto the couch as you felt his cock pushing into you. “Ah! Sir, please-ah, I’m sorry! Ah, don't, I won't-ah, do it again, I promise!” You whined as you felt his cock penetrate into you deeper, before he started to move his hips back and forth, pushing your body against the cushions.

He was going hard and fast, and you moaned uncontrollably, your cunt tightening around his cock.

“Ah! Ah!” Your eyes squeezed shut, it wasn’t as if there was much to look at with the wall in front of you. Your fingers dug into the backrest of the couch, as he continued to fuck you hard and fast.

His cock felt good inside of you. It stretched you out and rubbed against your walls, making the pleasure build and build, your orgasm getting closer and closer.

Yoongi was panting above you, his thrusts becoming uneven, his breathing harsh. You couldn’t help but clench around him, moaning, coming, trembling, shuddering.

Your arms were weak, and you couldn’t support yourself anymore. You let yourself fall into the couch.

Yoongi didn’t stop, his thrusts didn’t even falter.

You gasped, it felt intense, the sensation overwhelming, your pussy overstimulated.

“Won’t stop until I’m done with you. Fucking thief. You owe me for the money you stole. I could have you arrested, locked up for months. This is the only payment I accept, and if you want to walk away a free woman, then you better not stop me until I finish, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” You whined, your body quivering as he kept fucking you.

You didn’t know how long it would take, but you had to take it. You had no choice.

So you laid there, taking his cock until he was done.

Seokjin

The man’s fingers curved inside of you, while his other hand pressed against the back of your head, making you unable to escape from both his lips and his fingering into you.

You squirmed and moaned into his mouth, trying to break free from his kiss, but the man held you in place.

You were on the counter, legs spread, jeans and panties shoved down, while the man fingered and kissed you, his tongue down your throat.

Your mind was going blank, it felt so good. The man was kissing and fingering you like he meant it. It was a lot of stimulation, the kiss, the fingers inside of you.

When the man finally pulled away, he took his fingers out of you, leaving you panting, legs spread open. You were wet, your cunt dripping.

“Don’t you think bad girls like you deserve to be punished? Deserve to get fucked by a stranger in a mall in the middle of the night, huh? Do you think you could just take whatever you want, whenever you want, without consequences? Don’t you, thief?” Seokjin pulled off his belt, letting it hang around his waist, then he unzipped his jeans.

You looked up at him, watching as he pulled his cock out, his hand moving up and down his length. It was long and thick.

Seokjin grabbed you by the waist and pulled you towards him. You squealed as you felt the tip of his cock rubbing against your folds.

Seokjin pushed himself into you, burying himself deep. He held onto your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he started fucking you. He thrust hard and fast, the sound of your skin slapping against each other filling the air.

You moaned and gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders. Seokjin didn't give you any mercy, pounding into you, forcing his cock into your tight hole, stretching you open, using you for his own pleasure.

His hands moved from your waist to your thighs, pushing your legs up so that they were bent. You moaned loudly as he hit your spot, his cock brushing against it repeatedly.

You were a panting, sweaty mess, a drooling, moaning pile. Seokjin then grabbed onto your hands and pinned them against the wall behind you.

You could feel the cold tile through your shirt, the rough texture scratching against your skin.

“I’m sorry, sir, so sorry! Ah, please! I won’t ever do it again, sir, I won't, I swear!” You whimpered as you felt him pick up the pace, his cock pounding into you relentlessly.

It was so good. His cock felt so big and good inside of you. Your moans were loud and continuous, your body shaking, your pussy clenching around him.

The pleasure was building up quickly, too quickly, and your body convulsed, coming, shuddering, and screaming. Seokjin kept fucking you, thrusting his cock in and out of your wet cunt, his balls slapping against your ass.

He was groaning and grunting, and his hips snapped forward, his cock hitting your spot hard, making you cry out, a second orgasm hitting you, making you tremble.

Seokjin was still thrusting, his tongue hanging over his bottom lip as he rode out your orgasms on his cock, not stopping.

Your moans were hoarse and breathless, and your body shook uncontrollably, as his cock kept slamming into you, his pace fast and brutal, not letting you catch your breath.

“Look at you, cumming so much on a stranger’s cock. What kind of girl are you, huh? A filthy thief who steals, and a whore who fucks a stranger.” Seokjin mocked, his thrusts becoming more rough, his grip on your wrists tightening.

Seokjin was groaning and grunting, his eyes screwed shut, his mouth open. He was sweating, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, his shirt clinging to his body.

“Shit, gonna fill this thief’s pussy up, gonna fill you up so good.” Seokjin’s hands moved from your wrists, now forcing your legs apart wider. He fucked into you faster and harder, his cock reaching deeper and deeper, his cock hitting every spot.

You felt like a rag doll, unable to control your limbs, your whole body convulsing. Seokjin kept pounding his cock into you, his fingers digging into the back of your thighs, his face scrunching up, his eyes still squeezed shut.

Then, with one last thrust, he came, his hips bucking, his cock throbbing inside of you. He let out a deep groan, his head thrown back, his face flushed, his cock buried inside of you.

His seed spurted out, spilling deep inside of you, and he stayed in place as he watched it dribble down his cock, pooling between your legs.

“Leave.”

[aetheternity]

Sight, smell, touch, taste, sound and which one I believe would draw the Aot girls to you. Kinda Modern Au 🤷‍♀️ idk you be the judge.

(Pov: none of you asked for this but I got bored and decided to give it to you anyway.)

Mikasa

~Touch

The first time you touched her it was to pat her shoulder and tell her, "good luck" on a mission and she's been riding that high til the day she finally had you.

She was already so infatuated by you to the point that every bit of your touch became a daily necessity.

Locking you into her tight hugs late at night.

Pulling your lips back into hers whenever you try to escape.

She'll give you tiny kisses spread all over your face as soon as you wake up. And she's a huge fan of eskimo kisses. You might even trigger a little giggle from her when you initiate them.

She wants to rest her head on your chest and fall asleep to your heartbeat.

She's got your fingers perfectly knotted with hers in every situation.

Tangles your legs when the two of you are resting on the couch.

"I have to get up sometime Mikasa." Not today you don't.

Her favorite spot to scratch is your lower back. She softly circles her nails over that bit of skin after hiking your shirt up.

Please let her spend the day with you in her lap it's the perfect amount of intimate for her.

Annie

~Touch/Sound

One day you came to her with concern filling your eyes and hugged her even though you never had before. You simply told her, "I feel like something's wrong but I won't pry. Just know I'll be waiting for you to come back to me." So softly in her ear and despite her push back at first her feelings for you grew stronger everyday.

She grew to adore the smallest things about you.

The sounds of your low morning yawns before you kiss her face.

The warmth of your knee resting between her thighs

Loves when you whine her name. It sends heat flowing through her entire body. "What do you want?" (She'll pretend she hates it tho.)

Whenever you two are alone she has her head firmly placed on your chest, falling asleep to your heartbeat. Just like Mikasa (No you do not have to pee lay back down)

Loves when you card your fingers through her untied hair. (Sometimes you make her hum when you scratch the back of her head just right.)

She's gotta have your hands when you two are cuddling. Holding you like she's scared you're not really there.

Whisper in her ear and she just might shiver for you.

Laugh when she's sarcastic and watch the pretty pink color dust over her cheeks.

Tells you she loves you under her breath and melts when you say it back after kissing her cheek or neck.

Sasha

~(Sweet angel 🥺) Touch/taste

She held your hand like she'd always done with you and asked what you'd want your last meal in the world to be. Fucking around you said, "You." And the girl practically burst into flame. Meanwhile Connie at the opposite end of the table is mocking y'all talking about some, "Get a room already!" And then you did 😏

Oh, you just had some candy? She's biting your lips and sucking on your tongue.

Oh, your shampoo/body wash smells like banana, coconut, strawberries etc? She's got her face in your neck giving you little kisses. (Sometimes she'll give you a little kitten lick but it's fine cause you love it 😃).

She likes mutual feeding (ik that sounds weird idk how else to put it.) Like if you guys are eating popcorn together while watching a movie, she likes when you place the popcorn in her mouth and she does the same for you.

Licks the butter off your fingers when the popcorns gone.

When you stretch your arms next to her and then proceed to wrap them around her neck or waist she's in heaven.

Adores the feeling of your fingers splayed over her stomach right after she finished eating and the way you tease her by stroking her inner thigh.

Randomly jumps in the shower with you so that she can run her hands up and down every inch of your skin.

Sometimes she wakes you with a bunch of forehead kisses.

"Five more minutes please.." You beg

If you wake up before her though she'd love to be wrapped in your arms as she eats breakfast.

Hitch

~Sight (y'all already know my baby's a lil shallow)

It was like a movie scene. She saw you across the room during a small party for the anniversary of the military police first debut and she just had to have you. And bug you.. she stayed by your side as often as possible after that.

She'll laugh so that her compliments on your body sound less genuine but she means it every time.

And when you're not looking she's got her lip between her teeth, eyes working up and down your body.

"I wanna see you in this honestly." She'll say late at night handing you a picture and covering her face as you look at it.

"Reminds me of your pink dress?"

"Yeah! Yes.. that's the point we'll match."

Doesn't matter how long you've been dating. She'll always build a little tension before every kiss by looking directly at your lips then back into your eyes with a little smirk.

Whistles when you wear an outfit she recommended.

She never straight up says it but her favorite part of your body is the part you like the least.

Backwards ass compliments.

"You know orange isn't normally your color but today you made it work." And "You seem really confident despite wearing those pants."

Don't worry it's how she shows affection.

Makes you blush as often as possible because she just can't get enough of how gorgeous you are when you do.

Pieck

~Sight/taste

From the second she saw you she knew she had to get you out of your little bubble. You'd both done the warrior training as kids and you always kept to yourself. She thought a person like you looked like you had a lot of secrets. And she was gonna learn as many as possible. The older you guys got the more attractive you became to each other and you kinda fell back into the nervousness she thought she'd driven out of you. Eventually she got you to accidentally blurt a confession. Next thing you knew her tongue was pulling all conscious thought out of you.

Idk Pieck gives me the vibes that she'd always be looking for a way to stick her tongue down your throat?? (Just me?? Alright..)

She'll twirl you around with a hand around your waist. Unabashedly checking you out.

Loves long sweet kisses while she rests between your legs.

Will never stop smiling at you when you exit the shower in only a towel.

Brushes her lips over your stomach to wake you.

She's so enamored by the twinkle in your eye when you talk with the younger generation of warriors.

Playfully suggests you just walk around the house completely naked so she can really appreciate your body.

Her heart one hundred percent drops when she sees you sad for even a second.

Let her kiss you wherever she wants! It's a lot easier than arguing with her!

And she will try in some weird places. (She gives me body worshipper vibes.)

Yelena

~Sound

She heard about you due to rumors about your incredible fighting style. But what made her seek you out was the knowledge that you were next in line to become a titan shifter. It was hard to tell if her affection was due to interest in you as a person or your incredible fighting style but one day she asked you to live with her in the new world. Of course you said yes.

She loves the sound of you singing. (If you can sing) Sometimes she actively seeks you out and asks for you to sing to her.

Your war cries make her back arch (shh I didn't say that).

The second you guys started dating she developed a sixth sense of some sort where she just shows up if you're crying or if your day has been going terrible.

She just adores the sound of your voice and she can't get enough of it.

I could see her dragging you off some place where the two of you can just talk.

Within less than a week of dating you she's already got ways to get any noise she wants out of you.

Graze their neck with the tip of your nose for giggles and kiss the tips of their ears for I love you's.

That sort of thing.

Whenever you make a noise she hasn't heard before she's dying to force you to make it again.

Idk what it's called but I feel like Yelena has that thing where noises are attributed to colors in her brain. And at some point she explains all the colors she sees whenever you make certain noises.

Hange

~Sight/touch

Moblit had to take a.. short vacation after one of Hange's lab disasters nearly crippled him.. so Erwin had asked you to fill in and you said yes. It was only for a couple weeks and during that time Hange stuck to you like glue. Throwing an arm over your shoulder, stealing little glances and laughing loudly when you'd catch her. It felt like normal Hange stuff. But on the last night before Moblit's return, Hange was weirdly not.. Hange.. being quiet, filling in data and barely making eye contact. You asked if you'd done something wrong but Hange barely said anything back. Before you left she was nose deep in paperwork. You said your goodbyes and you were about to leave when Hange asked if you'd be willing to go on a date. When you looked back she hadn't even looked up but you smiled and nodded with a little yes and the rest was history.

It's a no brainer that you spent all your free time in Hange's lab to be Hange's other support system other than Moblit.

And when Moblit died, Hange's entire support system.

Her touch lingering on your lower back as you lean over to check her notes.

Completely enamored with the glint in your eye whenever the two of you come up with a sort of breakthrough.

Deadass pulls you into her lap at the most random times.

Oh hey the meeting finally finished? Yanks your frame right into her lap and laughs at the eye rolling of fellow colleagues.

Hange will say sorry but that blush on your face was so worth it and she's so glad she did it.

Rubs your back as you sleep on the work piled on your side of the desk.

Probably accidentally wakes you up a couple minutes after you fell asleep though.

Hange once sat you on her lap after a meeting right before Erwin tried to hand her some papers over the table. Without thinking she stood up to grab them and your face slammed into the table while her hips were pressed against your ass. Immediately getting everyone's attention. Safe to say you no longer sit next to Hange at meetings. (I had to add this even though it's a little off topic and random.)

Historia

~Smell (First one here.)

She had to share a room with you until she became queen. And almost every night she'd have some kind of nightmare about Ymir. You didn't mean to make a move but one night she crawled into your bed like she always had and you wrapped your arms around her shivering form like you always did. She had her nose trapped in your nape and you pressed a kiss to her forehead hoping it would stop her harsh breathing. And it did. She froze, the world froze, everything froze. You had leaned back to apologize for overstepping her boundaries and she kissed you back.

She'd gotten so comfortable with your scent that not only did it constantly lull her to sleep but always gave her a sense of security.

You're her security blanket. I don't make the rules.

Speaking of blankets. You gave her yours when she moved into the castle.

Whenever she gets even an hour alone she's trying to get you in the castle so she can sit in your lap and bury her nose in your nape like she always has.

She also steals your shirts and hoodies as often as possible until they smell like her then you have to take them back and cover them with your stink again.

Spending early mornings in the castle after washing your hair and her telling you over and over that she missed your smell.

It's legit like having a long distance relationship while being in the same place.

And she doesn't let you go until the last second before you both have to go back to work.

If you guys have time and you shop together she'll keep the candles that you believed smelled the best in her room.

All in all give Historia your shirts to wear cause she loves them/they look great on her.

Ymir

~Sight/touch

You're probably either super sweet like Krista or really sarcastic like her and that's what draws her to look more in depth into you. When she finally gets a chance to actually look at you fully without the odm gear she finds herself fixated, tracing your figure with her eyes. You guys finally become friends, who mutually enjoy bullying Reiner. But she finds that she hates it. Thinks you're teasing her every time you brush her fingertips without actually holding her dammed hand. One day she just reaches out and grabs you properly and doesn't let go. Yeah, you're dating now.

What can I say except, she likes running a finger over the lines on your palm.

She's always grabbing you out of nowhere but you don't mind. You just let her hold you.

"You look extra beautiful today, bet you'll look even better when I put a ring on your finger."

Puts her hands under your shirt with no fucking shame.

Stares at you and yells at the first person that mocks her. Reiner/Connie

Can and will find a way to smack your ass the second she gets you alone.

Trails little butterfly kisses over your shoulders when you're trying to get dressed in the morning.

Literally everything you do is weirdly skillful to her.

Like you're peeling a potato and she's like, "You're so amazing at that.."

Let her lean on you for absolutely no reason she loves it. 🤷‍♀️

(I realized after writing this that Annie and Armin have the same one even tho I don't ship them at all 😕)

[nakamoto-aesthetics]

34+35 | mark lee

synopsis: you gave mark a show (that’s it ;)

pairing: boyfriend!mark lee x female!reader

genre: VERY sexual

warning: oral sex! male receiving, gag reflex, daddy kink, a speck of degradation

word count: 2.7k

a/n: sorry i’ve been a little absent recently, i’ve been writing a whole bunch of fics to push out for you guys and i’m proud to say this is one of them!!! so without further ado, please enjoy :)

“yooo this is my song” you shout, putting down the paper tower and walking over to the tv, turning the volume up.

your words brought attention to mark and he looked up from his place on the couch. ‘what the hell is she wearing?’ he thought. you had on a long silk, deep red robe paired with black diamond-encrusted heels. damn did you look good.

you held the remote and sang into it acting as if it were a microphone. you look at mark and cock your eyebrow, giving him a quick smile.

“babe are you about to serenade m-“

“you might think I’m crazy, the way I been craving, if I put quite plainly, just gimme them babies” you cut him off. you walk over to mark and kneel, placing yourself in between his thighs. you have marks full undivided attention right now, his phone was off and set beside him while his eyes were watching your every move and action.

“what are you doing?” mark breathily whispers. you ignore him and continue the song.

(I'm gonna skip through the lyrics so this doesn’t drag out)

“I don't wanna keep you up, but show me, can you keep it up? cause then I'll have to keep you up, shit, maybe I'ma keep you up, boy” your free hand travels up his left thigh; you can hear the way his breath hitches at your touch, already seeing the bulge begin to form. you hand reaches the end of his thigh and wraps around his hip, squeezing it slightly.

“babe” mark bites his lip while looking at you with lust-filled eyes.

“can you stay up all night? fuck me 'til the daylight, thirty-four, thirty-five” you look into his eyes repeating the words.

“oh yeah? come here then baby” he says in a low tone. it makes you look down almost immediately. you were caught off guard by the words. you wanted that so bad. mark notices this action and takes the chance to place his fingertips on your shoulder and trail it down your chest to your boobs.

they were peeking out from under the robe and mark couldn’t help but touch, he wanted to do more than touch but the show you were giving was too good to abruptly stop. you look up again and take his hand away, placing it in his lap and you continue to sing.

“you drink it just like water, you say it taste like candy”

“oh, it taste better than that” mark bites his lip, and the bulge jerks under his pants. you notice the sentence and jerk under his pants but continue as if nothing had happened, but secretly you had been throbbing since you started the song. mark was just that powerful.

you sing a few more lines until you get to the best part. you stand up and sit on his lap, your back was to his chest. you could feel his hard-on right beneath your butt, you had the magic touch. his dick was straining under his pants and you could feel that. you could feel the way it was throbbing erratically under you and you just knew he could feel the way you were throbbing too because his hands reached for your thighs and squeezed them but you pushed both of them off.

“baby, you might need a seatbelt when I ride it, I'm a leave it open like a door, come inside it,” you grind your hips into him, hearing him groan. he works his hips up into yours trying to get as much action as he could but you stop him by holding his hips down. you then spread your legs and grab marks hand, placing it on your chest and guiding him down your boobs and sides.

his hand then stops at the end of your stomach and you move it down to your thigh, gripping it. you didn’t even have to grip his hand, mark took it into his own hands and did it on his own. he was so desperate at this point; this showed in the way he touched and grabbed at you.

“even though I'm wifey you can hit it like a side chick, don't need no side dick, no” you lean back and sing into his ear lowly, emphasizing the first part; you were still holding the remote like it was a microphone. you look up at him, seeing only a little bit of his face since you were laying your head on his shoulder. you can't help but bring your finger up to his jaw and trace over it.

mark was so damn sexy. it was physically hard for you to sit near him and not touch him. you loved the curve and shape of his lips, looking at them way too often.

mark looked down at you, only seeing a little bit of your face. you could see more of his face when he turned, his cherry pink lips were the thing you saw the most. they were so tempting as if his lips were staring into your soul waiting for you to attach yours to them. mark leans down to kiss you but you can’t let that happen, not yet at least. you pull your head back and away from him, moving his hands and standing up. mark looks at you with a confused face.

“I know all your favorite spots, we can take it from the top, you're such a dream come true, make a bitch wanna hit snooze, ooh” you wink at him, smiling. his face breaks out a smile and he playfully rolls his eyes not being able to stay mad at you.

you put the remote down on the table and slip your robe off, under it you had on a black, laced, and see-through lingerie set. marks mouth dropped and his eyes widened. he was speechless, to say the least. you get into position nonetheless really about to give him a show.

“can you stay up all night? fuck me 'til the daylight, thirty-four, thirty-five” you move your body smoothly, rolling your hips and then dropping to a squat, you turn to the side and bounce looking at mark the whole time. he was so focused on you and your movements. his eyes trailed up and down your body multiple times. he couldn’t get enough of the sight.

you repeat the words and stretch your hand out to the floor and slide your body against it. mark bites his lips looking at your ass and position. he wanted to ram into you right about now. the tip of his dick had to be red with anger at this point from all the teasing and visuals.

“means I wanna 69 with ya” you wink at him. he clenched his jaw. you finish out by slowly rolling your hips against the floor and shaking your ass a little bit, teasingly. you stare back into marks dark eyes. you were for sure about to be in a world of trouble, not responding to him, teasing him, and then pushing his hands off. he let you slide because he wanted to see the rest of your show but once it was done…

the song came to a stop and you stood up, grabbing your robe and putting it on but not tying it. another song played but you didn’t know it so you went to the tv and turned it down some. when you turned around the dark eyes were staring back at you just as intense as before. you cocked an eyebrow at him and walked into the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

mark clenches his jaw and gets up following after you. he was surprised by the sight, you were… cleaning. you picked up the paper towel once more and continued to wipe it down the counter. all dressed up to clean? mark couldn’t wrap his head around the concept. he looked down at your feet, cleaning in heels too? wtf?

“why are you cleaning in heels?” mark asked. he was curious, setting aside your little show from a few minutes.

“because it adds to the aesthetic” you walk over to the trash can and throw out the dirty piece of damp paper towel and walk over to the table, bending over it to grab something.

mark shakes his head and chuckles. “you're something else, you know that?” he notices the way your bent over the table and jumps at the opportunity.

he comes up behind you and rests his hands on your hips, pushing himself against you. “y/n” mark breathily whispers.

“yes, bub” you stand up not bothered by his movements.

“stop teasing me and give me what I want” he whines.

“mark im cleaning, I will later” you turn to face the front of him.

“no your gonna pay for what you just did now” he looks down at your outfit and before you know it your back is to the wall and his lips are on yours. the kiss is rough and fast but you don’t mind it. his lips travel to your neck and he rolls parts of your skin between his teeth.

“mark” you cry out.

“mm?”

“it feels so good” you close your eyes and but your lip.

mark doesn’t say anything and pulls away. you furrow your eyebrows and look at him.

“knees now” he commands and looks at you with dark eyes. you widen your eyes and sink to your knees almost immediately. he had you wrapped around his finger and that was obvious.

he unbuttons his pants and pulls his length out. unlike anything you had seen before his tip was bright red, frustrated from all the teasing. mark was above average, he wasn’t small but he wasn’t huge, he was just… right.

“suck” he taps the tip against your lips and your mouth expands almost immediately. you swirl your tongue around his tip and he slides it into your mouth. he groans and tries his hardest not to shove all of himself in your mouth.

you could feel him throbbing in your mouth as you bob your head up and down. he groans and holds the wall behind you.

“damn babe” he closes his eyes. he especially moans loudly when you deep throat him. you feel him shiver and his hand goes to your head. “just like that” he whispers and his eyes roll to the back of his head.

you look up at him through your eyelashes because you know that’s what sets him off. his head is thrown back along and his mouth is open, letting out a mix of moans and groans every two seconds. his sounds and noises were always so pretty to you.

his eyes open and he looks down at you, catching your eyes. his next thrust hits the back of your throat and you gag, retreating him out of your mouth. you cough, covering your mouth as your eyes begin to water.

“are you okay my love?” mark looks down at you with the most heartfelt eyes, leaning down to hold your face securely in his hands.

you nod and blink multiple times. “it’s fine” you grab his length and hold it up to your mouth, ready to take it once more.

“nope” he takes it from your grasp, tucking it back into his pants and pulling you up into his arms. “we're done for today let’s do something else” he kisses your forehead.

“mark you act as if I've never gagged on you before,” you say with a hoarse voice and chuckle.

“yeah but I feel like I'm hurting you every time” he pouts and runs his thumb across your lip. you shake your head and smile.

“no baby, I like gagging on you” mark widens his eyes at that.

“that’s some next-level kinky shit” he replies making you laugh. “hold up so… would you like it if I were to degrade you?”

“only during sex” you reply simply without hesitating. mark looks at you with an ‘I can’t believe you just said something like that’ face.

“what else don’t I know?”

“a lot of things. I just never bothered to tell you bc you already knew how to please me in different ways” you kiss his cheek. “like when your aggressive with me and your tone gets deeper.” you bite your lip and roll your eyes. “that drives me up the fucking wall.” he laughs at that.

“wait so I’m confused, do you want me to do those things?” he asks.

“if you want to, it doesn’t matter” you shrug and he shrugs along with you. it’s quiet for a few seconds. marks brain was trying to process all the information, while your brain was mentally laughing at his facial expressions.

“so do you wanna continue?” he smirks slightly.

“yes I do mark lee” you smirk back at him. “do you wanna continue?” you ask him teasingly, already knowing the answers.

“yes I do baby girl,” he grabs your hand turns you around so your back was against his chest. his hands reach down to your thighs and he grips them, making your breath hitch. “do you wanna suck me, or do you wanna be fucked?” his head digs into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin. it made you shiver in his grip but he didn’t mind that so much that you could feel his lips form into a smirk.

“can’t decide so I want both” you lean into him, putting most of your weight on him.

“doesn’t work like that,” he says in a muffled tone, although you could still make out the words.

“it does in my book”

“nope one or the other”

“ why? that’s not fair” you protest.

“because… I get too sensitive” he says and you break out into an immediate smile.

“that’s why you rarely ever let me suck your dick and then fuck you right after” you think about all the times previous to this one. “that’s so cute aww” you turn into his arms so your face to face again and kiss his face. “my baby gets sensitive” your hands go to his waist and you grip it, making him jump in surprise.

“nope, stay in your place,” he takes your hands off of his waist and grabs your waist, pulling you flush against his body. the action made your stomach do flips, his hands were on your bare skin. “you’re the sub and I’m the dom, remember that” he says while hovering over your lips. your breath hitches as his hands glide down the side of your waist to your ass.

“mark” you moan softly.

“that’s not my name baby girl” he squeezes your ass tighter.

“daddy” you cry out, you could feel his bulge growing against you.

“that’s right babe. now, what other kinky things do you like?”

“i-i d-don’t k-know” you reply. his dick was poking at your black laced panties. it felt so good against your now erratically throbbing core. after a few seconds, you just couldn’t take it anymore, you begin to roll your hips slightly against him. you place your hands on his shoulders and press your body against his, you could feel his toned torso.

mark doesn’t say anything but instead, picks you up and takes you to the room. you hit his back very lightly in protest but he doesn’t respond to it. he puts you down on the bed and hovers over your body.

“you don’t know?”

“no” you shake your head and look up at him. he looked so sexy from this angle. you nearly combust at the sight of him all the time.

“how about I show you then,” he says lowly, looking at you with dark eyes.

“okay… daddy” you smirk and bite your lip.

mark leans up and bites his lip, looking at you all together. “you're so beautiful” mark mutters but you hear it. you immediately break out into a blush and smile softly.

“too bad I’m gonna have to ruin you tonight” his hand wraps around your throat, making your breath hitch.

“daddy” you whine out.

“you're my little slut now, you will obey me” his tone lowers and his grip on your neck gets tighter. your stomach did somersaults at his words. you could feel just how wet you were, you knew mark would call it out once he got to that point.

“yes daddy” you squeeze your eyes shut.

“good girl”

“now p-please fuck m-me” you bite your lip harshly and throw your head back when you feel his boner brush against your pussy.

“your wish is my command, baby girl”

[sunflowersteves]

meetings || s.r.

summary || steve had a meeting and you had a mission to ruin it. 

prompt || “Come here and sit on my lap.”

author’s note || I just realized I’m posting this on Sunday lmao oops? Congrats again to @aesthetical-bucky​ on 1K! That’s a huge milestone and I know you haven’t been as active but i hope you’re all good! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it!

warnings || smut with no plot (pls wear protection), daddy!kink, cockwarming, vaginal sex, public sex, daddy!steve, a bit of overstimulation, squirting, creampie, this is very filthy i ain’t going to lie to you guys

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Steve pushed up the glasses that were falling off of the bridge of his nose. Warm, fresh coffee and vanilla flavored creamer lifted up into his nose. It smelled like pure bliss and he smiled just a bit as he knew who was making the batch. You were always the last one to wake up in the morning, most of the Avengers were morning people.

The smile spread wider across his face at the thought of you lurking around the kitchen with bedhead hair and one of his oversized t-shirts. He turned back to his stack of reports on the table and tried to concentrate on getting them done. In about twenty minutes, there was going to be an important meeting with everyone in his office and he wanted nothing to do afterward but spend the rest of the day with his girl.

His heart couldn’t help but palpitate as he could hear the soft pads of your feet hit the hardwood floors, trotting quietly over to his office. He tried to concentrate on the work in front of him but his mind couldn’t help his mind going into thoughts only about his infatuation with you.

You peaked over into his office and saw him intently working on some paperwork. You stood there for just a bit, contemplating going into the room further to bother him but before you could speak yourself, his gruff voice stood prominent in the spacious room. “Come here and sit on my lap.” You tipped a smile and slowly walked over to him, placing yourself into his lap.

His beard tickled your neck which made you slightly giggle. His strong arms wrapped around your torso and your back hit his chest. He tried to go back to his work, he could feel your eyes on his hands which made him silently chuckle. You had always loved his large calloused hands. You loved watching them flip the pages of books or grip an iced coffee or grip your neck.

The deep, warming smell of your arousal made his heart thump and stomach flip over. He could hear your fast, steady breaths, and rapid heartbeat that made his mind feel fuzzy. Before he could do anything your voice flooded through his ears. “Can you put your cock in me, daddy?” 

He practically groaned at the soft innocence caressing the squeak of your voice. He knew the little game, and you were very much not innocent. But he wanted this as much as you did. 

“Of course, babygirl.” He lifted you up for a second to take his cock out and then he sat you back down, opening your folds with the tip of his cock. The oversized t-shirt spilling all around his thighs, the two of you were groaning quietly.

He had filled you up so perfectly, his length and thickness had touched you in all the right places. The two of you just sat like that keeping each other warm and fuzzy. He continued doing his work, occasionally writing on the pieces of paper and putting them on another stack of papers.

You had whined into his neck a couple of times when he would shift his body a little bit. He chuckled and told you to wait which of course you obeyed. You had gotten punished last night, and the teasing was relentless so you were determined to behave. The feeling of his hard cock resting between your aching pussy made your heart swoon. Your daddy knew exactly how to take care of you and what you wanted. It was almost soothing, the teasing of his tip sometimes going into just the right place and your walls keeping him heated.

His eyes widened a bit as he looked at the clock on his desk and sighed. “What’s wrong, daddy?” He took the pair of glasses off of his face and placed it on the desk. “I have a meeting in two minutes-” 

“Oh, I’ll just-” You were about to stand up and get off of his lap but he grabbed your hips and pulled you back down. “Don’t, babydoll. There is no way in hell I’m letting those idiots take away our time.” You smiled and nodded, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

He shifted your body so that you were now facing him, your breasts pressing firmly against his broad chest. You placed your face into his neck, occasionally pressing some kisses. His body froze a bit as the first person arrived which was Sam, Bucky, and Wanda.

“Why is y/n here? Is she okay?” Steve’s heavily laced innocence made your eyes widen a bit. “No, she says she’s not feeling well. She thinks it may have been the food she ate yesterday. She wanted a bit of comfort.” His salty voice was tied with concern and sadness. Damn, he was good. You could practically picture his creased eyebrows and pouty lips.

The rest of the Avengers and some Agents had all arrived and the meeting began. He and the others started talking about some plan with destroying Hydra but you were barely listening. Your ears were ringing at Steve’s even harder cock pressing up against that savoring spot. You bit onto his neck, trying to restrain yourself from moaning for everyone to hear.

Your juices started running up and down his cock, making him slick and wet. He could hear your small, tiny whimpers that escaped your throat occasionally. He had to close his eyes for a second in fear that he would stop everything and take you right here. You wanted him so badly and he wasn’t even moving. You wanted him to the point of it sounding like you were in pain from the loss of friction.

You bit your lip as you just couldn’t take it anymore, your pussy was pulsating at this point for anything to happen. “We’ll have to infiltrate-” You started to move your hips slightly, making dure to get the grinding you needed but not enough to get caught. Your movements had made Steve completely stop his sentence and he had to cover it up with a cough.

“Oh, shit. Are you getting sick too, old man?” He shook his head as he took a deep breath and glared at Bucky’s knowing look. He could hear and smell the two of you, making him roll his eyes as he walked into the room.

“I’m okay, Sam. Thanks.” He continued to try as hard as he could to not make any movements to give away that you were slowly riding him. Your mouth pressed small kisses up and down his neck, it was agonizingly slow so the spit of your tongue wasn’t too loud. His hand moved slowly, moving your skirt up so he could fit his hand inside.

You had to bite your lip even harder at his hand circling your clit and folds. He groaned very loudly at your wetness covering his whole finger. He wanted to be proud, his babygirl was getting all riled up at just his cock being inside of you but then he froze at the realization. Everybody was staring at him, wide eyes at his groan almost sounding animalistic. Luckily though, Bucky was there to explain.

“I think even Steve may be getting sick. Maybe we should have a meeting another time.” Everybody packed up their things and left the office without another word. Bucky quickly mouthed ‘you owe me’ while smirking and walking out the door, shutting the door behind him.

Steve halted your movements, making you gasp. He harshly grabbed your cheeks, pulling your face towards him. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted Daddy to take you in front of everyone, want them to know that you’re mine.” You yelped in surprise when his hand came in contact with your ass, slapping it harshly. Steve took you immediately off of his lap to your dismay and cries but he surprisingly then pinned you onto the desk. The ruffling and crinkling of the papers were sounded as they hit your back.

“You want daddy’s cock, don’t you, babydoll?” You nodded vigorously as he leaned a bit closer, his prominent now clothed cock pressing up against your wet pussy. “Then daddy’s going to give you what you want.” Your eyes widened at the sound of his buckle hitting the floor. Normally, you would be punished for this kind of thing but Steve seemed to give you what you wanted this time. He was lightning fast, his lips connected with yours. The kiss was rough and passionate with teeth clashing and his tongue fighting against yours. 

“Since you love disobeying me, This time, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” He didn’t even pull your skirt down before ramming his cock between your folds. It made you cry out so loud, you thought the whole compound heard you. He moved your legs so that they were wrapped around his hips.

He inserted his cock again, going at a very fast and hard pace, not taking any mercy as his moans filled the air. “You wanted daddy’s cock so badly that you disobeyed me. I’ve told you before that you don’t move unless I tell you to.” Your back moved back and forth on the large desk and your whimpered cries were loud. You barely nodded at him and his eyes were only trained on you.

He slapped your ass harshly, pain, and pleasure all blending into one. “d-daddy!” He could feel your walls clenching already and he smiled a bit. “P-please, daddy!” He grunted and continued at the fast pace with his cock touching your sweet spot. You tried to hold it in a bit, not wanting Steve to be mad if you came too soon. You never wanted to disappoint Steve but his facial expression seemed to swell with satisfaction. “Daddy, can I come? Please?” He grunted as the click sounds of his cock going into your pussy was luscious and mouth-watering.

“Yes, baby. Don’t hold it in. Come on my cock.” You screamed out his name as loud as you could, your body convulsing at the pleasure Steve was sending you to. That little bundle of nerves your belly had locked in had fully made its release and you were seeing stars.

However, Steve never halted his movements, he was still pounding into you, hard and fast. You had just come so the sensations of his cock started to get a little too much.“Daddy, I-I can’t-” He shushed you gently, but the two of you knew that you could. You could never get tired of his cock pleasuring your holes. “You can, baby. My sweet girl can come all over my cock again, can’t she?” You nodded and gasped, gripping the sides of the desk harshly.

“D-daddy I-” His forehead connected to yours as he whispered sweet nothings and praises into your ears. Your orgasm never wasted time again, that sweet knot came undone. But this time you squirted all over his cock, rushing water released all over him. His eyes snapped towards yours and his mouth was agape. You were almost embarrassed, you hadn’t meant to come so hard that water gushed out of you. “Look at you, babydoll. Daddy’s so proud.” 

However, unbeknownst to you, Steve had thought it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He thought about your sweet wetness that was all over his cock and even a little got onto his shirt. A large grunt left his mouth as he came into your pussy. His come was deep inside you and dripping out from your beautiful pussy. His cock was sheen looking from your juices spread all around it. He looked like he was glowing with pride which made you swoon. 

However, that all halted when his eyes became dark and solid, a prominent smirk caressing his features. “You’re going to be punished, you moved without asking. But don’t worry, we have all night, babydoll.”

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if anyone were to see the position you were in right now you knew they would judge you, saying you were better than this. it’s been almost six months since you and yunho have started tutoring lessons, only moving the sessions to your house a few months ago. 

your teacher had told you that if you didn’t pass the upcoming test, you’d most likely fail her class, and you knew that wasn’t an option. so she opted to set you up with one of her best students; jung yunho

at first it was awkward, having been you two never talked previously. but it got better, eventually, you both seeing each other 3 days a week left no room for any more tension. yunho was a very sweet guy. he’s respectful, handsome - really the whole package, now that you think about it. but you never really tried to make a move on him because no matter how approachable he is, even locking eyes with him had your face burning up. and you were sure he was starting to notice it, too. all the tension between you two, the shared glances making you both feel the sexual tension.

yunho on the other hand was playing it all - all the innocent cover-ups for how he actually was. he thought you were the most beautiful women he’d ever laid eyes on, eyeing you up since the day you met. every time you blushed he couldn’t help the laugh that came out of him, wanting nothing more than to take you right then and there. but he knew he’d have to wait to get a taste of you, positive you weren’t the type of girl to not give a shit about your virginity.

he couldn’t wait until the day where he could taste you, all of you. he’d always fantasized about the day where he’d be able to eat you out, holding your pretty thighs apart and leaving marks all over your body. he’d lost count from how many times he got himself off to the thought of you, his hand moving up and down his cock thinking of how soaked your pretty pussy will be when he fucked you. god was he starting to get frustrated, though. he knew you were trying to tease him, all the accidentally dropping your pencil and bending down to give him a perfect view of your new white lace starting to be too much for him. he was bound to snap any day now, and he knew that.

“okay. so, y/n, can you solve the first question for me?” yunho said and moved a little too close to you. “oh, um.. I’m not sure if I can do it. that’s the problem I had the most trouble with.” you two were seated on your bed, shoulders almost touching. “can you try for me, baby? look, first solve for x and then move to y,” it wasn’t uncommon for him to call you by some pet names, and it never failed to make your thighs close together to get some relief.

that’s why when yunho saw your mouth part and your thighs clench together he could already tell today was going to be the day where he had you all to himself, your roommate not coming home until later in the day. so, naturally, he took his opportunity and placed his hand over your thigh, gripping the soft flesh lightly. and boy was he happy you were wearing nothing but a hoodie, loving the easy access. “y-yunho..” you whimpered at his touch, knowing it probably wasn’t the best idea to skip wearing panties today. “yes, baby?” he smirked when you sunk into yourself, taking his chance and grabbing the papers from your lap to toss them to the side.

“love, I think we both know what’ll get your head back on track, right? how about you let daddy help his little baby relax, hm?” he looked down at you and softly pushed your hoodie up some, cock stiffening when he saw your slick coating your inner thighs. “fucking hell, did I do this? look at the mess you’ve made,” he moved to sit on the floor in front of you, hands sliding up your thighs and pushing them apart. “yunho, I-I” you moaned and layed back on your bed, chest rising and falling with every breath. “take off your hoodie, baby. I want you to ride my face.” your eyes shot open at his request, more slick coming out of you. you decided not to ask questions and pulled the material over your head, moving to straddle him while he situated himself on the bed.

“come on, darling. don’t be shy, you’re so pretty” you climbed up his body and he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you so that your pussy was over his mouth. you groaned when his tongue met your slit, the warm muscle moving along you so foreign yet so good. “shit, just like that. fuck,” his hand slapped your ass and he dipped his tongue into you, nose brushing over your clit. “yunho! I’m gonna come, oh my god-” he shoved two fingers in your pussy slowly, curling them upwards when you’d adjusted.

he pulled his mouth away from you reluctantly, “it’s okay, love. come for me,” your back arched, mouth falling open in silent screams as you came, and you swore you felt something new happen as you did so. “damn, I’ve never made a woman squirt before. I like it,” you looked down at him and his chest was covered in a clear liquid, a red tint covering your face when you realized how embracing that is. “I’m so sorry, fuck. I-I” he flipped you over and kissed you harshly, making you taste yourself. “no, no. it’s fine, promise. you taste so fucking good,” he pulled his shirt over his head and pulled his boxers down, his pants long gone from his earlier actions.

“holy fuck, yunho,” you watched as his cock sprung free and hit just above his belly button, the tip leaking pre-cum. he was huge, and you weren’t sure if he was going to fit. “trust me, baby. it’ll fit.” he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, kissing your lips and grinding into you. the feeling of his cock pressing against your clit had you groaning, the small action doing wonders to your body. “please, I need you in me,” he looked you in your eyes and smiled a little, “are you sure? I can wait, I understand if you’re not comfortable with it-” your legs wrapped around his waist and he moaned, the feeling of your pussy lips against his tip making it hard not to come. 

he pushed in slowly, eyes moving over your face to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable. once he was fully in he pulled out, then pushed in again. “f-fuck, baby. you feel so good wrapped around me. so fucking wet,” he bent down to suck once of your nipples into his mouth, pulling away and watching the bud harden. “move,” he let go of your hands and moved one hand to rest at your hip, the other one teasing your clit. “shit I don’t think I’m going to last long. s-still sensitive,” his thrusts were long and slow, his cock hitting places not even your fingers could go. 

“It’s okay, love. you on the pill?” you shook your head yes and your eyes trailed down to your stomach. “f-fuck, you’re so big. I can see your huge cock in me, yun,” he looked down at where you both met and almost lost it at the sight, “so fucking small, my tiny baby. so good,” his thrusts were getting sloppier and his finger rolled against your clit so you can come before him. “go on, tiny. come on my cock, I wanna feel how wet you can be for daddy.” you arched into him and moaned, eyes rolling back as you clenched around him. “s-shit,” he came in you, biting your neck hard enough to leave a mark.

“so, we meeting here or at my place tomorrow?”

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[seanfalco]

The Swap | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Language, Smut, Switching partners

a/n: Another installment of the adventures of Win and Lydia and their Nathans in time for Thirsty Thursday. 👀

Lydia's mind had been acting up lately and there was this one thought she couldn't seem to shake as she looked down at Win, laying on her lap as they watched tv.

"Hey, Winnie... I've been meaning to ask you something, but I'm a little scared," she finally had the guts to say.

At Lydia’s words, Win turned to look up at her from her spot in her lap. “What’s up?” she asked, wondering what it was that was bothering her girlfriend.

"Have you ever been curious to... um... get with my Nathan?" Lydia asked casually, twisting the ends of her hair, trying to sound relaxed.

Win tensed for a moment, her pulse climbing. She had thought it about it, more than once, if she was being honest, but there was something almost forbidden about it. It was like though he had the same face... the same everything as her Nathan, there were things about him that were completely different. She’d also be lying if she said the idea didn’t turn her on, but she wondered how her Nathan would take that. He could be a little possessive, and while he seemed to have gotten past that with Lydia, she wasn’t sure how he’d feel about the other Nathan.

“I mean, yeah, I’ve... thought about it,” Win answered, keeping her voice carefully nonchalant.

"Cool..." Lydia swallowed nervously. Ever since that kiss, the one on the couch when Lyddie was basically riding Nathan's thigh, though it wasn't her Nathan, the idea had been stuck in her head. "Would you be okay if I... got with your Nathan?" Lydia muttered quietly. "Just hypothetically speaking."

“I-I mean... I’d be alright with it... if you were,” Win answered, clearing her throat lightly. She’d also been thinking about that same night, and Lyddie’s Nathan snogging her rather enthusiastically while she sat in his lap. “I think we should make sure they’re alright with it first though,” she added, catching Lydia’s gaze.

"Yeah, of course... It's just a thought, you know how my brain works, I'm always wondering," Lydia giggled, leaning over to kiss Win's forehead. "But yeah, I'd be alright with it."

"Who's hungry?" Lyddie's Nathan burst through the door with two huge paper bags. "We've got burgers, fries, chicken nuggets..." Win's Nathan followed carrying the drinks, careful not to spill anything.

Win turned to watch them come in, grinning as her Nathan winked at her and she sat up, letting Lyddie up as well. Maybe there’d be time for her to talk to him about it tonight.

“I’m starving, you two are my heroes!” she exclaimed, pulling Lyddie with her to the kitchen.

"Ugh me too..." Lydia groaned. She had no idea how to bring the subject up with the guys, but for the moment being, she tried to forget about all that and focus on the pile of food in front of her.

"Cheese and caramelized onions for the picky eater," Lyddie's Nathan exclaimed, handing her her special order.

"Thank you guys," she said, giving each of the Nathans a tender kiss.

“You okay there, Winnie?” her Nathan teased, purposely using her new pet name to get her attention when she merely stood there for a moment, watching the others. Shaking herself out of her thoughts she flashed him a grin.

“Yeah, I’m peachy,” she replied, grabbing her order and plopping down in his lap. Leaning in toward Lydia, she pitched her voice low so only she could hear it. “Maybe after dinner we could get them alone and ask them?”

"Sounds good!" Lydia nearly choked on her food just thinking about it. The entire time they ate she was dead quiet, merely eating and watching the others eat. She was pretty sure her Nathan would come around, but she didn't want him to think she loved him any less.

After Lydia was done, she escaped to the bedroom, dragging her Nathan along. He grabbed his drink and suggestively waggled his brows at Win as he went.

"You don't gotta say it, I know what y'want..." he exclaimed with a grin.

Once the other couple was gone, Win turned in her Nathan’s lap and kissed him without preamble. “Oh ho, I see how it is,” he smirked, grabbing her ass. “Did you and Lyds orchestrate this so we could have some alone time?” he asked, waggling his brows in the same fashion as his clone and Win huffed a soft laugh, kissing him again.

“Actually, I need to talk to you about something,” she said, almost wishing she hadn’t eaten so much, so her stomach wouldn’t roil so.

“Talk about what?” Nathan prompted, already suspicious.

“About... Lydia,” she answered, not quite meeting his gaze, her fingers toying with the long curls at the nape of his neck.

“What about Lydia?”

“Do you, y’know, fancy her at all?”

“Do I what—?” he exclaimed, his eyes widening with panic. She’d heard him moaning that day when Lyddie’d kissed him.

“It’s okay if you do, because she... well, she fancies you, and...”

“Wait, are y’sayin she wants t’shag me?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying,” Win answered with a grimace,” but can y’blame her?” she added quickly when his mouth fell open.

“Wait, does that mean, you wanna shag him too?” he demanded.

“Well, only if he wanted to, and it didn’t bother you,” Win answered truthfully, but Nathan fell silent, chewing his lip. “Hey, talk t’me,” she murmured, her stomach clenching tighter as she lifted her boyfriend’s face. “I’ll understand if you say no. It’s just... curiosity,” she explained, trying to find the right words for it. “He’d never replace you, you know that right? Because what we’ve been through... no one could take that from us. I love you, and this wouldn’t change that.”

Nathan closed his eyes and pressed his face to Win’s chest. “Alright,” he groaned hesitantly.

“You don’t hafta say yes if you don’t want to,” she insisted, but he lifted his face, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

“No, you’re right... I’m curious too. Lyddie is...” he whistled low between his teeth, “and it wouldn’t be fair for me t’be... curious, if you weren’t too,” he rationalized slowly. “But it really won’t change anythin’?” he asked again and Win was quick to press a kiss to his lips.

“I promise. I love you, y’idiot, and I always will.”

“Yeah, alright then. We’ll try it this once and see how it goes.”

——

"Actually, I just wanted to talk... is that okay?" Lydia asked, watching her Nathan’s lips twitch into a confused frown.

"So... you know how you kissed Win that one time at the pub and then again the other night?" Lydia started awkwardly.

"Oh, Lollipop, are you jealous? It's okay, I love you, y'know th..." her Nathan wrapped his arms around his fiancé, kissing her neck.

"No, that's not it. I just wanted to ask if maybe you'd like to... I don't know, have sex with her?"

"Wait, what?" Nathan grimaced. "Y'mean like a threesome?"

"Well, that would be nice, but I've been thinking more along the lines of swinging," Lydia shrugged, trying to make the idea sound as harmless as possible. "If that's something you'd be into."

"So you're sayin' you wanna shag the other one?" Lyddie's Nathan exclaimed, widening his eyes.

"You'd shag Win— I know you fancy her, you told me so," Lydia pointed out, taking his hand and fidgeting with his long fingers.

"Yeah, I do, but thinkin' of the other Nathan shaggin' you..." Nathan clenched his eyes shut and jerked his head.

"I thought you guys were becoming friends, you're always hanging out and all.”

"We are, he's a pretty nice fella, but you're my fiancé."

"I know, and I love you so much, you know that."

"How long have you been wantin' to shag him?" Nathan asked, looking down; not sad, not mad, but slightly insecure.

"About 9 years, ever since we met at the bowing alley, because he's you! You're the same person, there's nothing to be jealous of," Lydia insisted.

"At the end of the day, you're my Nathan," Lydia ran her fingers through Nathan's hair. "I'm engaged to you, it would just be an experience, and who knows? You might like it..."

"Yeah, I s'pose..." Nathan rolled his eyes. "But you swear that nothin' will change?"

"Nothing will change," Lydia pulled his face closer to kiss him softly. "You're my cocky bastard, and I love you."

"I love you too," Nathan sighed. "I guess it wouldn't be cheatin', and it'd be unfair for me t'shag Win if you can't shag him."

Lydia opened the door, and walked slowly to the living room, to make sure she wouldn't interrupt any important conversations. "Dessert, anyone?" she asked, hoping things went well with Win and her Nathan.

The other pair jumped at Lydia’s voice, turning to look at her, Win flashing her a hesitant smile, while Nathan eyed her thoughtfully.

“Desert sounds nice,” Win mused.

“Yeah, what you have in mind?” Nathan asked.

Lydia looked at Win for confirmation that everything went smoothly. She thought about saying 'how about some lollipop?', but decided against it before she was sure everything worked out. "Whatever you want."

Nathan glanced down at Win, biting his lip and she grinned at him meaningfully. Clearing his throat he looked back up at Lyddie. “There is somethin’ that sounds good,” he said, wetting his lips. “Maybe a little... lollipop...?” he suggested, hoping it didn’t sound too cheesy.

"Oh," Lydia smiled widely and looked over at her own Nathan who nodded. "Alright, should we..." trailing off, she offered Win's Nathan her hand, nodding her head towards the room. "Let's go, Nats."

“Wait!” Win’s Nathan exclaimed before following her into the bedroom, leaning in for one more kiss from Win before pointing at the other Nathan. “You better treat her good, y’hear!”

"Alright, you too, man," Lyddie's Nathan huffed a laugh. "Careful, by the way, she scratches..."

"Only if you want me to," Lydia whispered provocatively while unbuttoning her blouse on the way to the room.

Nathan swallowed thickly as he followed Lyddie, letting her shut the door behind them. Left out in the other room, Win cleared her throat awkwardly. She wasn’t used to feeling awkward when it came to sex. She was “the sexy one”, she always had been, no matter who she was with... but this was different. Obviously he wouldn’t be out here if he wasn’t okay with it, but still...

“Uhm, so...” she began, pausing to take a deep breath. “How do you... wanna do this?”

"Well, I think we just... go for it?" Lyddie's Nathan shrugged, before placing his hand on the back of Win's neck, leaning in to kiss her.

“Right,” Win murmured as Nathan’s lips found hers and she kissed him back, closing her eyes, trying not to get caught up in overthinking everything. Opening her mouth she ran her tongue along the seam of his lips, begging entrance as she stepped closer, slipping her hands into his curls.

Nathan parted his lips slightly, deepening the kiss as he moaned softly under Win's touch. That felt... different, but also very good. Without hesitating, he pulled her onto his lap, his hands sliding down to grab her thighs. "Okay, this is happenin'..." he mumbled under his breath.

“Are you nervous?” Win asked breathlessly, pulling back to look at him.

"Me? Nervous?" he scoffed, but noticed how unconvincing his tone was. "A little. I've been doin' it with the same chick for over a year, and now..."

“Yeah,” Win murmured, unconsciously twirling her finger in one of his curls. “I get that. I’ve been with Nathan, er, my Nathan for the same amount of time. But, uhm... I promise I’m not gunna judge you or anything. Wow, I’m usually a lot sexier than this. I’m sorry,” she laughed.

"No, don't apologize. Trust me, you're sexy, like really fuckin' sexy," he assured. "No complaints here..." Nathan exclaimed, getting rid of his shirt as fast as he could before kissing her once again, humming against her lips as his body relaxed.

Win grinned against his lips as he shed his shirt, his apparent eagerness melting the ice a little and she grasped the hem of her shirt as well to lift over her head in one fluid motion, leaving her chest bare, her skin prickling under the cold, reminding herself that he’d already seen her naked a couple times.

Nathan groaned at the sight of Win's bare chest, moving quickly to take her peaked nipple between his lips while his other hand gave her ass a tentative squeeze. "See?" Nathan looked pointedly at his growing bulge. "I told ya, you're sexy."

Huffing a relieved laugh, Win rolled her hips against him, as her fingers danced down his smooth chest moaning with a shudder at the friction of his erection against her clothed pussy.

“Mmm, so are you,” she murmured.

With a pleased smirk, Nathan's hands quickly unzipped his jeans while his mouth was busy exploring Win's neck. He kissed her soft skin, careful not to leave a mark, which he imagined her boyfriend wouldn't appreciate.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, bucking his hips, teasing her.

“Yes!” she gasped, arching into his touch. “Though I bet it’d feel even better in me,” she purred in his ear, grinning at his reaction.

"Jesus..." Nathan's breath hitched and he buried his face in the crook of Win's neck. "That can be arranged. Let's see..." his fingers quickly slipped under the waist of her knickers as he blindly searched for her clit. "Hmmm, so wet for me."

“Ahh!” she moaned as he finally found her sensitive bundle of nerves and she flushed hotly as she realized just how wet she was. “Oh, Nathan,” she sighed as he rubbed at her. “Fuck, I want you to touch me all over.”

"Of course, Winnie," he grinned while one of his fingers slid inside of her, his thumb still circling her clit. "Let's not waste time with this..." with one motion of his other hand, the rest of their clothes were gone. "That's better."

“Much better,” she agreed, reaching between them to caress his cock, rubbing her thumb over the tip. “So hard for me,” she purred, biting her lip.

Nathan gasped as he felt Win's hand, and he helplessly nodded. "You're so hot, holy shit... I want you t'ride me," he admitted, eyeing her hungrily, his mouth trailing kisses all over her chest.

“You read my mind, Natty,” she cooed, pushing him to his back and leaning against his chest to steal a heated kiss as she ground against him, drawing his bottom lip between her teeth to suck on before she pulled back.

Grasping his cock to align at her entrance she held his gaze as she slid onto him, rolling her hips to sheath him completely, letting out a soft cry as he filled her. “God Nathan, please touch me,” she begged, placing his hands atop her pert breasts as she ground against him, her whole body gyrating gracefully as she rode him, lifting her arms above her head as she arched into his touch.

Nathan watched agape as Win rode him, her voice echoing in his head as if that was the only sound left in the world. He kneaded her breasts roughly while she bounced on his cock and he observed the hypnotizing motions of her body.

"Oh, Win, that feels so fuckin' good," he groaned, pulling her closer as their lips crashed together urgently in a sloppy kiss.

All she could do was moan in response as her tongue warred with his, her whole body aflame as each thrust of her hips brought him deeper, hitting her just right and she could feel her climax building like a compressed spring. “Oh Nathan, I’m-I’m gettin’ close, please—��

"Y'gonna come for me? Go ahead, Winnie, I wanna feel it," Nathan hissed, idly rolling her nipple between his fingers as his other hand on her hip guided her movements. He could feel himself getting closer as well; it took all of his willpower not to come before Win, her moans alone being enough to drive him insane.

Biting her lip, Win sped up her movements, instead of her rolling thrusts of before she dissolved to frantic rutting movements as Nathan met her every thrust, chasing her pleasure as it built and built until— “Oh, fuck, Nathan—!” she cried as her orgasm crashed into her and she threw her head back, riding through it, bouncing desperately on his cock, her tits bouncing in time, until a keening whine left her throat.

As Nathan felt Win contracting around him, crying out his name, he wasn't able to hold back any longer, exploding with pleasure inside of her. "Oh God," Nathan panted, holding Win's limp body against his chest, trying to catch his breath. "This was... amazing."

“Yeah,” she panted, finding herself smiling as she lifted her face to look at him. “You were— shit, you felt good. Oh, fuck,” she groaned, reaching up to brush his hair from his forehead.

"You too, you were..." Nathan brushed Win's hair away from her face as well, still in shock from what had just happened. "Incredible."

Yeah, Lyds was right, as she usually is, Nathan thought to himself, all jealousy and insecurity forgotten at this point.

“D’you think you’d wanna ever... do this again?” Win asked, shifting to lay next to him on the couch, between his body and the cushions, his arm around her as she rested her cheek against his shoulder, burying her face in the crook of his neck. Because she definitely wouldn’t mind if there was a repeat of that.

"Definitely! Let's just hope your Nathan can rock Lyddie right, this way it's not awkward or anythin'," Nathan snorted with laughter. "But judgin' by the noise, they're doin' fine..."

Win laughed along with him. “Oh yeah, I think they’re fine in there.”

Meanwhile, Nathan let Lyddie lead him to the bed, already feeling his cock getting hard as he eyed her open blouse hungrily. He’d seen her naked before, but he was dyin’ to get his hands on those lovely tits.

Lydia giggled as she saw Nathan getting hard. Letting the blouse slide off her body, she quickly unzipped her skirt, getting completely naked.

"Like what you see?" she asked, pulling Nathan by the hand onto the bed.

“Oh, you have no idea,” he exclaimed, letting her pull him, too distracted to walk, his gaze going to her pierced nipples. “You’re so gorgeous, Lyddie,” he murmured.

"You don't look half bad yourself... but you'd look much better out of these clothes," she teased as she started to undress him. "Don't be scared to be rough with me, yeah?"

“Oh yeah, I figured, from watchin you and Win,” he exclaimed, hurriedly helping her divest himself of his clothes, nearly tripping before crawling atop her, his mouth finding hers as he snogged her eagerly, his hand roughly kneading her breast.

Thankful that he went straight to the point, Lydia moaned into his kiss, running her hands over his unruly curls. "Hmmm," she murmured against Nathan's lips with a chuckle. "Did you use your power to get your mouth to taste like cherry or is this from the soda?"

“Oh, uhm, I think th’soda,” he admitted, “D’you like it?” he asked, switching breasts, making sure to really tweak her nipple hard, wanting to hear her gasp as he forced her legs apart with his thigh, pressing it between her legs.

"I love it, you taste so good," Lydia pressed her lips to his once again as she squirmed, grinding against him. She immediately remembered riding his thigh on the couch, the sweet relief of friction after all that teasing and all that wait... that’s exactly how she felt again.

“D’you like that? You’re such a dirty girl, so desperate for it, huh?” he asked, kissing down her neck to her chest, bringing her tit to his mouth.

Yes, oh God, yes... I need you so bad," Lyddie cried as she felt his tongue teasing her nipple. "I wanna feel you, Natty."

“Yeah?” he asked, “I wanna hear y’say it. I wanna hear exactly what you want.”

"I want you to shag me senseless," she drawled, getting wetter by the second. "I want you to make me scream."

“You got it, princess,” he exclaimed, giving her nipple one last teasing flick of his tongue before sitting up and lifting her legs to prop on his shoulders before guiding his cock to her entrance, pausing to rub his head along her slick folds with a groan. “Oh, fuck Lyddie, you’re so wet,” he exclaimed as he pressed into her, shuddering at how tight she felt around him.

"Ah, Nathan, please..." Lydia begged, a wave of pleasure washing over her as he filled her up. Her hands grasping at the sheets as she arched her back. "Just like that," she whimpered, enjoying more than anything the way he looked at her, like she was some sort of masterpiece. "Don't stop, Nate, you feel so good!"

“Oh, I don’t think anything could get me t’stop, darlin’,” he groaned, finding a rhythm as he began to move in her, snapping his hips into her with abandon, wanting to hear her scream. “Oh fuck, y’feel so good. You’re so tight Lollipop,” he panted, the loud slap of skin on skin filling the room and for a moment he swore he could hear Win’s cries on the other side of the wall, but the sounds Lydia was making under him stole his attention.

"Fuck!" Lydia gasped, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts, wanting him to go deeper. For the first time she realized her Nathan wasn't really that vocal in bed and damn, did she love hearing his voice as he fucked her, saying the dirtiest things. "I want you to ruin me, Natty," she growled. "I wanna see you break a sweat before you get to come inside of me."

“I’m definitely gettin’ there,” he panted, already feeling perspiration sticking his hair to his forehead.

He loved watching her tits bounce and jiggle with each rough thrust and he grunted as he pushed himself deeper, feeling the whole bed creak and slam against the wall. “Oh fuck, Lyddie, fuck—“ he swore, desperately trying to hold on. His first time with her, he didn’t want to have an early ending.

"Don't worry, I'm getting close," Lydia used a trick that used to work very well with her Nathan when he was having trouble. She ran her nails along his arms so he would have another feeling to focus on for a few seconds. She bit her lip, watching as his slightly wet curls moved swiftly with his vigorous moves and the lean muscles on his arms and shoulders flexing. "Oh, Nathan, I'm getting so close!"

“That’s right,” he groaned, sweat rolling down his temple now as his aching muscles pushed on. “I wanna hear yeh scream for me Lyddie,” he said, pushing his elbow into the mattress to stabilize himself as he continued to ram into her, his thrusts growing jerky and irregular. Reaching between them he fumbled for her clit, rubbing his fingers against it desperately, hoping the added sensation would help tip her over the edge and damn did he feel the difference, her walls clenching tighter around him as soon as he touched her.

"Nathan! Oh, fuck!" she moaned way louder than she intended, letting herself go as she felt her climax take over. Lyddie was a ticking time bomb and Nathan's fingers did the trick to get her ready to blow. Her screams became a soft cry as she relaxed, completely satisfied. "Wow..." she sighed heavily with the biggest grin on her face.

Pumping the last of his seed inside her he nearly collapsed on top of her, his arms ready to give out.

“You can say that again,” he panted, laying down carefully next her and pulling her into his arms. “Lydia, you’re wonderful, he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple

"You were awesome, that was fucking great," Lydia rested her head on Nathan's shoulder, kissing along his jaw. "Yeah, I'm glad I had this idea..."

“Yeah, me too,” he murmured, waggling his eyebrows at her. How d’you think it went out there?” he asked, running his hands up and down her back soothingly.

"I think they had some fun," she laughed "I hope they had enough fun to wanna do it again, because I definitely do..."

“Yeah, that would be nice,” he mused, pressing a kiss to her forehead. As much as he loved Win, Lydia was definitely starting to grow on him, even when he wasn’t shaggin’ her.

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NCT’s Dorm Maid: Chapter 7 - Jaehyun

Title: NCT 127’s Dorm Maid

Genre: smut

Chapter: 7

Characters: Jaehyun x oc/reader

Chapter Masterlist

Previous Chapter

This week we had been having great weather, it made me want to go out somewhere and get fresh air, maybe have a picnic. My friends were all busy though so I didn’t have anyone to go with so I had decided to ask the boys if they would be interested so I talked to Taeyong first. He was quick to agree to my surprise, since I know he’s the type to love to stay in. He offered to be the one to make the food and I would be getting the drinks and snacks. 

So when the day came I made sure I had everything ready. I had the drinks in a cooler and snacks in a tote. I set them by the door so that I could put on my shoes. It was hot out so I had decided to just wear a pair of high-rise track shorts and a white t-shirt. I also heard the boys planned on bringing some things with them so we can play games so I had decided wearing something nice and cute and playing games with a group of boys was not a bright idea. I know my clothes would get ruined and I was not about to let that happen. 

I grabbed the cooler and my tote bag before heading down to the parking garage to meet up with them. They were all already waiting by the van and car they had borrowed from their managers. Jaehyun approached me and took the cooler and tote off my hands “I’ll put these away for you,” I nodded and watched as he set them down into the trunk of the car. We split up who rode in which car by playing rock paper scissors. I ended up in the car with Johnny, Jaehyun, Yuta and Taeyong, the rest took the van.  

I sat in the backseat between Yuta and Jaehyun, Yuta of course winked and gave me a smirk as I took my seat. I rolled my eyes and nudged him. Throughout the car ride Jaehyun kept glancing down at me and I was starting to get annoyed. 

“What? Is there something on my face?” I glared up at him. “No, I was just thinking, wearing white might have been a bad choice,” I furrowed my brows and glanced down at my t-shirt then back up at him “and...why is that?” I saw a smirk form on his lips “Oh, no reason,” I heard a small quiet chuckle come from Yuta, I glanced over at him “What? What’s so funny?” I only received a smirk from him too. 

“Johnny do you know what’s up with these two?”

I saw Johnny glance up at the rear view mirror to look at me with a smile on his face “I have no clue, maybe we’ll find out soon,” I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes. 

When we got to the park we found two empty tables that were beside each other so we quickly claimed the spot and set our stuff down. We decided to play some games before eating, we played some basketball for a little while before Jungwoo suggested some badminton, Jaehyun and Taeyong sat this game out. 

The entire time I played I could have sworn I felt a pair of eyes on me so I had glanced over a few times and noticed Jaehyun had been watching. When he saw that I noticed him he didn’t take his eyes off of me, he just smiled at me and winked. 

Needless to say my heart skipped a beat and I felt my face get hot. I looked away, smiling to myself. He was one of the boys I felt more nervous around, he had an intimidating aura about him. When we finished playing we decided we were hungry and needed a break. We walked over to the tables and started setting it with the food we had prepared. 

After grabbing my own bottle of coke I had started walking towards an empty spot at the table but Jaehyun had grabbed my rest, pulling me towards him “Sit here, this spot is empty.” I took a seat beside him at the edge of the bench.

As I was taking a sip of my coke Jaehyun leaned in and whispered with that deep voice of his into my ear. 

“You’re a dangerous girl, you know that right? Always wearing such revealing things around us, makes me want to grab you and pin you down to my bed,” I choked on my drink, I pulled the bottle from my lips and coughed a bit, some of the coke spilling down my chin and neck. 

“You okay?” Taeyong asked and I nodded “yeah I’m fine,” Jaehyun chuckled and grabbed a tissue and cleaned me up “you should be more careful,” I glanced at Jaehyun and mumbled “well whose fault was that?” Jaehyun’s hand was now on top of my thigh, fingers gently moving up. I spread my legs a bit more, allowing his hand to move up further. His fingers soon found their way to my core, pressing his fingers against me, slowly and teasingly rubbing his fingers against me. 

I kept up a casual act, and continued to eat as the pressure from his fingers gave me pleasure. Jaehyun soon picked up a piece of kimbab, bringing it to my laps to feed me. I took it into my mouth, making sure to get his fingers between my lips, I sucked on them for a moment before pulling away and chewing on the kimbab. I glanced over at Jaehyun, smirking at him before I leaned in and whispered “So...since you think i’m so dangerous, maybe I should start covering up more then, hmm?” Jaehyun raised a brow “Well, I’m not here to tell what to do you, do can wear whatever you like, and if you decide that’s what you want to do then fine, but I personally enjoy the way you already dress,” his fingers started to pick up movement, pressing harder against me. I let out a small whine. 

“Yeah? Then please, if you have any outfit recommendations don’t be afraid to send it my way, handsome.” 

“You sure you want to give me that privilege?”

“Hey I never said I would do it,” I shrugged. 

When we all finished eating we all started cleaning up, which sadly meant less touching from Jaehyun. Jaehyun and I volunteered to take the trash over to one of the bins and as we walked by ourselves he smacked my ass and I jumped “Why do I have a feeling that you’re the type who can’t keep his hands off?” 

“That’s because you’re not wrong, and why do I have the feeling you’d just love having my hands all over you?” 

We stopped at the trash bin and I threw away the trash bag before I looked down at his hands, biting down on my lip. 

“Well who wouldn’t want those big, strong hands of yours all over them?” 

I turned away and made my way back to the others, Jaehyun following behind closely. 

“Mina, Jaehyun! You guys ready for another game?” Haechan approached us, hands behind his back as if he was hiding something “Oh? What game did you have in mind?” 

He then pulled out a water gun “Water fight?” He grinned handing the water gun over to me “we got water balloons and guns for everyone,” I then suddenly got sprayed with water and I let out a gasp. I looked up to find the culprit and it was Yuta who had a huge grin plastered on his face. My nose wrinkled up as I aimed my gun at him “You’ve made a mistake to come after me,” and I sprayed water all over his face and the water wars began. We all started running around shooting each other and throwing “water bombs” at each other. Our laughter and shouts filled the air. By the time we ran out of “ammo” we were all soaking wet. We sat down on the floor to catch our breath. 

“Pink huh?” I looked over at Jaehyun as he took a spot beside me on the grass. 

“Huh?” 

He gestured his head towards me “I can see through your shirt,” he chuckled. 

I glanced down at my chest and rolled my eyes “Is this what you and Yuta found so funny in the car earlier? You’re both such perverts,” I shook my head. 

“I should probably go dry off huh?” I stood up “I’m going to take a walk to dry off, anyone want to come with?” 

Jaehyun then stood up beside me “I’ll go,” 

“Anyone else?” I looked around and they all shook their heads “Nah we’re gonna just relax, maybe have some snacks,” Doyoung grabbed my tote bag looking through the snack option. 

Jaehyun and I then started walking down the park trail, walking through the more heavily forested area of the park. Jaehyun grabbed my hand and pulled off the trail and through the trees “Where are we going?” he didn’t answer. He stopped walking when we reached a big tree and some shrubs and he pulled me behind it, pressing me against it “How about we have some fun? I’ve been dying to get a taste of you for a while now,” he caressed my face, thumb running across my lips. 

I smirked up at him, parting my lips and taking his thumb in between my lips, sucking on his thumb with a soft hum. His gaze was fixed on my lips as I sucked on his thumb, tongue swirling around it. He let out a sigh before pulling his thumb out, replacing it with his index and middle fingers, pushing them deep into my mouth. My eyes met with his as I resumed sucking on his fingers, bobbing my head back and forth and letting out soft hums as I did. 

His other hand moved to the back of my head, bringing his face closer to mine before pulling his fingers from my lips “Let me see that tongue of yours,” I smirked before parting my lips and sticking out my tongue for him. He slipped his hand into my shorts and panties, rubbing his wet fingers against my clit. He then took my tongue in between his lips, sucking on it with a soft groan. 

His fingers soon slipped into me, he moved his fingers inside me and as he did he let go of my tongue, pulling his face away from mine and then moved his hand so that it was resting against the tree behind me. My eyes met with his and I bit down on my lip as he stared down at me with a dark gaze. He began to move his fingers faster inside of me, I couldn’t help but squirm as I clung onto his shirt for support. 

“You have no clue how cute you look right now, does it feel good, baby?” His tone was quiet and husky. I let out a soft whimper as I replied “Yes…” his fingers began to move roughly and quickly inside of me, his fingers moving against my walls. I tried not to squirm too much but my body wouldn’t listen. I moaned his name and wrapped my arms around his neck to keep myself up, he stayed as he was, staring down at me in amusement as he watched me squirm and moan for him. 

He continued what he was doing until my hips began to shake as I reached my climax, whimpers and heavy pants leaving my lips. He pulled his fingers out, licking them clean before he reached for his belt, unbuckling it and undoing his jeans. I leaned against the tree and watched as he pushed his pants down, revealing his erection. He then reached for my shorts pulling them down my thighs along with my panties. 

“Spread your legs a bit,” I spread my legs apart as much as I could with my shorts restraining how far I could spread them. Jaehyun then slipped his cock between my folds and grabbed my thighs pushing them back together as he buried his face into the crook of my neck, kissing me as he began to move his hips. 

His cock moved between my wet folds and against my clit slowly as I kept my thighs pressed together. He let out a groan which tickled my skin, sending a shiver down my spine “Jaehyun…” I ran my fingers through his soft locks of hair as he continued to move his hips, the friction of his shaft against my clit making me impatient “Jaehyun please…” 

He let out a deep hum, pulling his face from the crook of my neck to look at me “What do you want baby? Tell me what you want,” he caressed my face with one hand as the other stayed at my hips, his gaze locked with mine.

“If we don’t hurry the boys will get suspicious…”

He raised a brow and smiled at me, giving me a soft peck on the lips “you don’t need to worry about them, Mina,” 

“But...yes we do, I- we can’t take too long,”

His hand that was at my waist started pushing my shirt up over my chest then pushed my bra up as well, revealing my bare chest to him “Are you telling me to stop?” 

“What? No, no don’t stop,” 

He groped my breasts, giving it a firm squeeze “The tell me what you want baby,” 

I bit down on my lip as I hesitated for a moment, I was still intimidated by him “Fuck me, Jaehyun, please.” He smiled “I was hoping you would say that,” he pulled his erection from between my thighs and stuffed his hand in his pocket as he pulled something out. A condom. 

“Were you planning for this to happen?” I asked out of curiosity. 

“Ever since you came around I’d keep one on me at all times, I told you, you’re a dangerous girl, it’s been hard holding myself back,” he chuckled, ripping the package open and slipping the condom on “turn around, I wanna see that pretty little ass of yours.” 

I turned around and leaned against the tree and stuck my ass out for him. He caressed it for a moment before spreading me open “you’re so wet for me baby,” he pushed his tip into me, slowly pushing himself into my wet cavern going as deep as he could, a soft groan escaping his lips. His hands moved up my waist and sides, moving to the front of my body before taking both of my breasts into the palms of his hands, squeezing them. 

He leaned into me and began to thrust his hip, starting off slow. “I know you’ve been fucking some of the other guys, I won’t lie I was kind of jealous they were getting a piece of you before I did,” His palms massaged my breasts “if you’re wondering how I know, it was easy to figure out, I’ve seen how you text Haechan, I’ve seen Johnny’s texts to you as well,” he let out a moan as he picked up his pace, my moans mixing with his  “and the way the boys look at you and would sometimes disappear for a little while, that was always suspicious to me,” his right hand moved back to my waist, gripping onto it as his left hand grabbed onto my ponytail “I ended up cornering Johnny and Yuta and got some answers,” he pulled his cock out just to the tip before suddenly thrusting roughly into me, tugging my ponytail back “in conclusion, you’re just a cute little slut who enjoys being used like a dirty little whore by all of us.” 

“Fuck...Jaehyun…” my breath was heavy, his words slipping into my ear like honey, he definitely knew I was into being degraded like this thanks to Yuta and Johnny. His hips continued to pound into me, the sound of our skin slapping against each other filling the air “god you feel so good around me,” he groaned. He gave a couple more thrusts before suddenly pulling out. I let out a whine “Jaehyun, don’t stop, please,” 

“Get on your knees,” I let out another whine, before turning around to face him. I lowered myself onto the ground and looked up at him “take the condom off and suck me off, show me what that mouth can do.” I nodded my head, I slipped the condom off of him and took his length into my mouth “do you want me to let you cum?”

I glanced up at him, let out a hum against his erection. “Make me cum for you and I might think about letting you cum for me,” I let out another hum in response. I started bobbing my head back forth, tongue pressed up against his shaft. I started to play with his balls, giving them a light squeeze as I massaged them. His deep husky groans, filling my ears “Good girl.” His deep voice was just perfect to my ears. 

Soon he gripped onto my pony tail “I’m close…” I let out another hum moving my head faster, I didn’t stop until he held my head in pleasure, thrusting forward, making me gag. I felt his juices spilling down my throat and I swallowed. When he was finished he let out a sigh of relief before pulling out. He pulled his pants back up and checked his watch “we should probably head back,” 

“But Jaehyun, you said you’ll let me cum for you...”

He smirked “No, I said I might think about letting you cum for me,” 

I let out a whimper “You’re so mean…” 

“Watch that mouth of yours, if you keep that up I won’t let you cum tonight, now fix yourself up,” 

“Fine.” 

I fixed my clothes and we started making our way back the trail to meet back up with the boys.

“Fix your hair, it’s a mess,” 

“Whose fault is that?”

[magicsmutshop]

Tangents

Pairings: Kim Taehyung/Reader, Min Yoongi/Reader

Genre: Smutty one-shot

Rating: Explicit

Word count: ~6000

Warnings: Alcohol, weed, voyeurism/exhibitionism, frat boy!Tae, frat boy!Yoongi, quasi-threesome

about: You’re stuck partnering on a presentation with resident stoner Taehyung. When you go over to his frat house to work on it, you meet his roommate Yoongi -- and realize they both have more to them than meets the eye.

inspired by this amazing picture.

Shouldering your backpack, you knock on the front door of the Beta Tau Sigma house. You shift your weight from foot to foot while waiting for a response. You can hear sounds coming through the door -- some kind of shooting game and guys yelling at each other to “duck under that projectile, Jin!” You roll your eyes and bang on the door harder.

Suddenly, the door is flung open to reveal a tall guy in a gray sweatsuit, shaking black hair out of his eyes. He stares at you for a moment, looking completely spaced-out.

“Uh, hi? Is Taehyung here?” You awkwardly adjust your backpack again and tighten your ponytail.

Tall Guy’s face clears and his eyes crinkle. “Oh yeah, he said he had somebody coming by to work on a project. He’s in the living room.” He spins on his heel and charges down the hall, not waiting to see if you followed.  You roll your eyes again and make your way inside, closing the door behind you. You definitely got a strong whiff of weed from that brief conversation, which doesn’t bode well for your project work tonight.

Your Anthro 101 professor had assigned partners for a presentation due in two weeks. Unfortunately, you were paired up with Kim Taehyung, the resident stoner who always made the most random comments during discussion. You internally cringed every time he opened his mouth, because his off-the-wall questions would lead the professor down long tangents that were irrelevant to the syllabus. It was a waste of your time when the professor could be lecturing on content that would actually show up on the exams!  You were dreading the idea of having to keep Taehyung on topic and on track during the presentation, which counted for a fairly large part of your grade.

On the other hand, Taehyung seemed happy with the partner assignment. He plopped down in the seat next to yours while you were packing up your notes, and cheerfully invited you to his fraternity house the next night to get started on the presentation.  He was a member of Beta Tau Sigma, the arts fraternity which was known for their hot artsy guys, but also for the noise complaints that came out of their League of Legends tournaments. You weren’t exactly eager to spend an evening there, but your roommate never left the dorm room and the library had shitty heating.  So here you were on a Friday night, following the skunk smell to the living room in search of your partner.

You poke your head into the room Tall Guy disappeared into, and see him sitting on the floor in front of the couch with a controller in his hands. He’s next to a beautiful man with broad shoulders and plush lips who’s screaming at the tv.  Behind them on the couch is Taehyung, next to yet another beautiful man with plush lips and silvery hair. The fraternity’s reputation was clearly not wrong.

Taehyung looks up with a beaming smile upon seeing you peeking in. “Y/N! You made it!” He gracefully unfolds himself off the couch and bounds over to you. “I’m so excited to work on this with you.” He’s making really intense eye contact with you, which is slightly unnerving until you notice the slight redness of his eyes. You see a bong made out of a Tata figurine on the beat-up coffee table in front of the couch, which explains everything you needed to know.

You force a smile. “Of course, looking forward to getting this project done. So, where’s your room?” The guys behind you break out into a chorus of “oohs” before returning their attention to the game they’re playing.  Taehyung ignores them, taking you gently by the arm and directing you out of the room.

“Sorry, we’ve been having our game night and they get a little rowdy. I promise they won’t bother us while we’re working on the project. I’m right upstairs. Do you want anything to drink before we get started?”

You shake your head. “No thanks, I’d rather just get to it.”  Taehyung shrugs and leads you up a flight of stairs. As you follow him, you can’t help but notice how nicely his ass fills out his black pants. He pushes open a door covered in a Nas poster and beckons for you to enter first.

You blink your eyes at the dim lighting when you enter his room. The room is a pretty standard-issue college room--there are two twin beds on opposite walls. One side is covered in torn-out pictures of rappers from magazines. The other side is covered in black-and-white photos, plus a poster of The Starry Night. In between the beds, another guy is sitting at his desk with his back to you. He has huge headphones on and is looking at an intimidating array of monitors and speakers. Like Taehyung, he’s wearing a baseball cap and a plain black tee. He doesn’t seem to have noticed your entrance.

Taehyung bounces over to the guy and pokes him in the shoulder. “Yo, Yoongi!”  Yoongi ignores him. Not to be deterred, Taehyung pulls one side of his headphones off. “Yoongi!”

Yoongi finally turns around. “What, Tae?” His scowl doesn’t hide the fact that he’s really attractive, with narrow, dark eyes, delicate lips, and the most flawless skin you’ve ever seen on a man. Seriously, what is it with the hot men in this fraternity? Suddenly, you notice his dark gaze land on you.

“Yoongi, this is Y/N! She’s in my anthro class, we’re going to work on that presentation I was telling you about!” Taehyung turns to you, smiling winningly. “This is my roommate Yoongi, do you mind if he sticks around? He’s working on a project too, but don’t worry, his headphones block out the entire world.”  You shrug.

Yoongi gives you a brief nod and then immediately turns back to his computer, putting his headphones back on. He’s clearly not the talkative type, but Taehyung seems to talk enough for two.  “Come sit here, I promise I just changed the sheets, Jungkook did the laundry so it smells really good!” He pats the bedspread next to him.

You tentatively approach and sit down, pulling your backpack into your lap. The sheets really do smell good, and sitting this closely, Taehyung smells good too. You were expecting him to smell like weed and Axe, but instead, he smells like a combination of musk and flowers.  You blink out of your brief reverie and lock eyes with him. There’s that discomfiting eye contact again… but this time you notice how long his eyelashes are. “So, shall we start?” He pulls out his laptop, breaking the moment.

---

Much to your surprise, Taehyung actually knows what he’s doing. He had a really good suggestion for your presentation topic, and when you agreed to it, he had a potential outline already typed up, with ideas for supporting articles and readings you could refer to.  Despite your worst fears, you’re done with the initial prep work in an hour, and have a solid base to draft your presentation for next week. Taehyung closes his laptop with a flourish and hops off his bed, stretching his arms above his head. His shirt rides up, revealing a flat stomach with a tiny happy trail leading up to his bellybutton. As your gaze drifts up his torso, you realize he’s watching you watch him, with a smug glint in his eyes.  “How about that drink now?”

You flush, realizing you were caught. Tae had completely changed your initial opinion of him over the past 90 minutes, once you realized how quick-thinking he actually was. You were actually enjoying his random little asides and pieces of trivia, and it was harder to ignore how attractive he actually was… for a frat boy. “I’m not sure,” you start to demur, but his smile quickly turns into a pout.

“Come on, it’s Friday night and we totally blew past our goals for the evening. Let’s hang out and play some Mario Kart,” he wheedles, widening his brown eyes at you.  Behind him, you hear a snort from Yoongi. Tae had claimed that Yoongi’s headphones blocked out the world, but that clearly wasn’t the case. Yoongi had made the occasional dry aside during your conversations. He had a sarcastic sense of humor, but had also made some good suggestions for your presentation.

---

Earlier on, you’d finally asked Tae why he led the professor on so many tangents during class. “You’re so organized with this project, why do you ask all those random questions that take ages for him to answer?”

Taehyung had a sly smile on his face. “It turns out that the professor has certain areas of interest that he wasn’t allowed to put on the syllabus because the department is so strict about 100-level standards. So when I ask my questions, I get participation credit, right?”  You nod slowly. You can see Yoongi at his desk, turned in your direction. “But not only do I get the credit, I also get insight into what the professor is interested in. He goes off on these tangents about his pet interests, which I then put into my homework and papers. He’s flattered that I have an interest, so I get a better grade.”

“Oh my god, are you serious?” your mind was blown. Suddenly you understood where Tae’s presentation idea came from--the professor had indeed rambled on about it for a good 20 minutes in the previous week’s class.  You looked at Taehyung with new respect. His eyes were glimmering with mischief.

Yoongi nodded. “I took this class last year with the same professor. I taught this guy everything he knows.” He had a matching sly smile on his face.  These two were trouble.

“Yah! I have some tricks of my own!” Taehyung playfully threw a plushie at Yoongi’s head, ending the conversation, and you got back to your work.

---

You agree to play Mario Kart, so Taehyung takes you back to the living room. Yoongi stays behind in the room, claiming he’s on a roll with his song, and the other guys are nowhere to be seen. According to Tae, they’ve left for a party at another frat.

“You didn’t want to go with them?” You ask, sipping on peach soju.

Taehyung shrugs. “I didn’t want to wreck our flow, and I’m cool just chilling here for the evening. Do you wanna make things interesting and race for shots?” His eyes sparkle and he shakes the bottle of soju in your direction.

“Race for shots?”

“Winner of the race has to do a shot of soju. That way if one of us is better, the alcohol evens things out. We implemented the house rule because otherwise Jungkook would win every single round.”

What do you have to lose? You’re having fun, and you could use the handicap to be honest. “Sure, let’s do it. But I call Yoshi!”

Taehyung pouts. “No fair, Yoshi’s the best.”

Seven rounds later, you’re both flushed and giggly and constantly running your karts off the side of the Rainbow Road.  Taehyung’s tolerance is surprisingly low for a frat boy, and you aren’t doing much better. He keeps leaning into your side as he acts out the turns with his entire body. Whenever he presses up against your side, you get another whiff of that musky fragrance, and his body forms a line of heat against yours. 

He knocks back his penalty shot of soju but not all of it makes it into his mouth. You watch the droplets of liquid travel down his firm jawline onto his neck. Your mouth is suddenly dry--you find yourself wanting to track that droplet with your tongue.  He seems to know what you’re thinking. When you look back at his eyes, he’s staring at your mouth. “Hey. I don’t think I can take any more soju. How about a different penalty for winning the next race? Winner has to give the loser a kiss.”

You gulp. His mouth looks lush and red, and is glistening from the soju. He licks his lips slowly, cleaning off the last of the alcohol. Fueled by soju bravery, you lick your own lips. “How about we skip the race and go straight to the penalty?” You can feel a flush rise to your cheeks that isn’t solely from the alcohol.

In lieu of an answer, he leans forward and gently brushes his lips against yours. You close your eyes, open your mouth and fall into the kiss. His lips are soft, and when you slide your tongue against his, he tastes like peaches. As the kissing becomes more intense, he suddenly wraps his hands around your face, long fingers caressing your cheeks. You pull back for a moment, looking into his intense eyes. The eye contact is no longer uncomfortable, but you break it in order to make your wish of tracking the stray soju come true. You dip your head to brush kisses along his jawline, following the sticky traces, moving down to his neck. He gasps and lets out a deep moan. His voice has gotten impossibly deeper as you continue to kiss and gently suck on his neck. “Don’t stop, babe. That feels incredible.”

Suddenly, he slides his hands into your ponytail and pulls you off his neck, crushing his lips to yours again. As you let out tiny whines into his mouth, his hands roam down your body, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you into his lap.  You toss your head back at the feeling of his hardness trapped underneath you. You’re separated by several layers of clothing, but you can feel his cock grinding up into you. He reaches under your shirt and runs his hands up your back while you’re rubbing against him. Both of you are getting loud--until you suddenly hear the door open, and boisterous laughter wafting into the hall.

You spring off his lap and fling yourself back onto the couch next to him, but there’s no hiding what you’ve been up to. Both of you have wet, bitten lips, you’re heaving with breath, and he has a massive bulge in his pants. Luckily, you hear the noise move into the kitchen rather than in your direction.  Taehyung nods to himself, stands up, and takes your hands to pull you up as well. “Stay with me tonight?” he whispers.

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer before wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you deeply while he walks you backwards to the stairs. You stumble a bit, the haze of lust and alcohol fogging up your coordination, but his grip is firm and steady.  This time, he lets you go ahead of him on the stairs, and you swear you can feel his heated gaze on your ass. Your intuition is proven right as he reaches out and squeezes your cheeks with both hands just as you reach the top landing. You manage to stifle your yelp in time before the boys in the kitchen hear you. “Tae!” you hiss, turning around on him.  He grins, unrepentant.

Tae takes your waist in his grasp again, crowding his body up against your back, and gently pushes you through the door with the Nas picture. You can feel him rubbing his cock against your ass as he slides his hands up your stomach towards your breasts. All of a sudden, you stop short as you take in the room. His roommate! Yoongi isn’t at his computer, and the room is only lit by the glow of his sleeping monitors and a lamp on Tae’s nightstand.  But you see a human-sized lump in the twin bed on the far end of the room.

Taehyung continues to move his hands up to your breasts, pinching at your nipples. Even through your shirt and bra, it feels amazing, but you reluctantly twist out of his grip.  “Tae, we can’t do this, Yoongi’s sleeping right there.” you hiss as quietly as possible.

Taehyung chuckles lowly. “Yoongi is the heaviest sleeper I know. He has his headphones on for white noise, and a sleeping mask. I promise you, he has no idea what’s happening right now,” he says in his normal speaking tone.  You look over at Yoongi again fearfully, but he hasn’t twitched a muscle. Sure enough, you can see Galaxy Buds in his ears, a Kumamon mask pulled over his eyes, and his blanket pulled up to his chin. He looks strangely angelic in his sleep. But you’re still unsure… until Tae pulls you into yet another kiss.

You can’t get enough of the taste of his lips, the feeling of his big hands roaming over your skin, or the smell of his neck when you bury your nose in it. All of your doubts float away in the Tae-and-soju haze.  You crawl onto his bed and let your legs fall open so that he can lower himself down in between them.

“You’re so sexy, I noticed you the first day in class,” he murmurs as he slowly pushes your shirt up, revealing your plain purple bra. “You were chewing on your pen in between taking notes, and you looked so annoyed every time I opened my mouth. That was the third reason I kept asking so many questions in class--to get a rise out of you.” He expertly flips the front clasp on your bra and pulls it apart, revealing your breasts to him. Before you can respond to his cheeky statement, he silences you by leaning down and licking across one of your nipples. He works his tongue around the nub, enjoying the feeling of it stiffening in his mouth.  You’re still trying to keep your cries quiet out of fear of waking Yoongi up, but he’s making it extremely difficult.

You run your hands down his back, grabbing the end of his shirt and starting to tug it up. “Take this off, Tae.” He sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, dislodging his baseball cap. He flings his shirt to the floor, picks up the cap, and settles it back on his head, brim facing backwards. He flashes you a V-sign when he catches you staring. You ignore the cap in favor of admiring the swathes of golden skin that have been revealed. His shoulders are broad, and his torso is lean and lightly muscled. You shrug off your shirt and bra as well, and pull him back down on top of you.

After a few minutes of heated kissing, you can feel his hips rocking into yours more urgently. Panting lightly, he pulls back and looks into your eyes. “Can I go down on you?”

“Hell yes.” You start to unbutton your pants, but he stops you, putting his hands over yours. He slowly kisses his way down your torso, detouring to lick at each of your nipples in turn, and flutters his tongue in your bellybutton, making you laugh. Finally, he slides off your pants and underwear in one smooth motion, leaving you completely bare to his gaze. Tae pushes your legs apart, running his hands up your thighs. He doesn’t drag it out any longer, but gently slides his thumb in between your lower lips, rubbing at the wetness around your hole.

“Seriously, so sexy.” Using both hands, Tae parts your lips to reveal your clit, and swipes at it with his tongue. Your hips kick up as you choke on a moan. His tongue is hot and wet, and feels amazing as he swirls it around your aching nub. He looks up at you. “Play with your nipples for me, baby.” You bring your hands up to follow his orders, when suddenly you notice movement on the far end of the room.  You turn your head to the side and lock eyes with Yoongi, who is decidedly not asleep and is watching you. You flinch, nearly kicking Tae in the head.

Yoongi flashes you a lazy smirk and waves at you and Taehyung, who has also noticed he’s awake.  Tae giggles and waves back. “Hi, Yoongi! Did we wake you up?” He leans back in towards you, but you hold him back with a hand on his forehead, bringing your other arm up to cover your breasts.

“Yoongi, I’m so sorry, Taehyung told me you would sleep through anything,” you babble.

“Now how could I sleep through this? And why would I want to?” Yoongi rumbles in a sleep-roughened voice. He sounds nonchalant as ever, but the high flush on his cheeks tell a different story, and you notice one of his hands is underneath his covers. He bites his lower lip, tongue peeking out to swipe across it.

Taehyung, ever observant, doesn’t overlook your interest. “Do you mind if he stays?” You turn your attention back to him where he’s still between your legs. His lips and chin are wet with your juices, his eyes are sparkling, and his forehead is flushed underneath that damn backwards ballcap.  You can feel his hands sneaking back up to your pussy, and you can feel Yoongi’s gaze like a weight. You’ve never felt so desirable and sexy. The soju haze has mostly left you, but you’re under a fog of lust and you don’t want to stop here. 

Locking eyes with Yoongi again, you shake your head. “I don’t mind. But I don’t want to be the only one naked here.”

Taehyung hurriedly raises himself up to his knees, almost falling over as he hurriedly shoves down his black pants. He’s not wearing any underwear underneath, so his large cock springs out and slaps against his stomach. Your breath catches. It’s incredible how hard it is for the size. It’s glistening at the tip, and you know it’s going to feel absolutely amazing inside you. But first, you want to taste him there and see if he’s as sweet as he is everywhere else.

You hear rustling from Yoongi’s side of the room, and glance over to see he has his covers rucked down to his waist, exposing his bare chest. He’s broader than Taehyung, with perky nipples you’d love to get your mouth on. He has one hand propping up his head to better enjoy the show, and the other hand is slowly, rhythmically moving under the covers.  You drag your gaze away from him and back to Taehyung, who’s put his mouth back on your clit and is slowly grinding his hips into the bed.

Now that you don’t have to worry about being quiet, your moans fill the air as Taehyung works the gasps out of your mouth. He slides one long finger into you, stroking it in and out as he suckles at your clit. His eyes are closed in bliss as he enjoys your taste, and you can feel the vibrations of his low moans.  You suddenly find yourself way too close to coming, and you don’t want to be done so quickly.

“Tae.” He opens his eyes and meets yours, sliding his finger out of your pussy and into his mouth. You almost forget what you were going to say, but gather the last threads of coherency back together. “Let me return the favor.”  You hear Yoongi quietly gasp and speed up his strokes.

You and Taehyung switch places on the bed, with him now lying on his back, looking up at you. You whip the cap off his head, running your fingers through his silky hair, before sitting back up on top of his legs. You feel shy for a moment to be so exposed, but the expression on his face reveals nothing but desire and lust. You can hear Yoongi’s little gasps from across the room as well, as you mouth down Tae’s toned torso towards his cock.  You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, lapping up his sticky precome. It doesn’t taste like peaches, but you can’t get enough of his unique flavor.

Tae gets loud, unabashedly keeping up a steady stream of compliments in that deep voice, telling you how sexy you look as you slide your mouth down his cock. It’s too big for you to take the whole thing in, but you use your hand to slide up and down the parts your mouth can’t reach.  After a few minutes, you feel his hips start to jerk up more, and he wraps his hand in your ponytail to gently pull you off. “Stop… I’m so close, but I really want to fuck you.”

You press one last open-mouthed kiss to the head of his cock, and then knee-walk your way back up his body to pull him in for a heated liplock. After grabbing a condom and rolling it on, he brings his hands to your core again, plunging two fingers into your pussy while sucking on your neck right underneath your ear, making you gasp.  His fingers feel great, but you’re after something bigger. Batting his hand aside, you grasp his cock and slowly take the entire length in until your thighs press against his sharp hipbones. You both gasp and pause for a moment, enjoying the feeling until you have to move. Leaning forward and resting your hands on his shoulders, your lips meet once again as you start to rock back and forth on his cock.

He’s stroking up into you at the perfect angle and speed. You can barely keep your lips connected to his, until you finally pull away to gasp for air. His eyes are squeezed shut underneath his thick eyebrows, and he’s biting his lower lip almost painfully.  Before you get lost in the pleasure, you turn to the side again, and see Yoongi looks almost as lost, biting the side of his hand to stay quiet as he rapidly strokes himself underneath the covers. Seeing the effect you’re having on these two men causes you to clench tightly on Taehyung’s length. If you can just get a little friction, you’re so close to coming apart.

Taehyung suddenly moans sharply, grabs your hips, and forces you down onto his cock as his hips hammer up into you. You can see his pulse pounding in his neck as his breathing gradually slows. A bright flush spreads across his cheeks as you realize that he just came.

Taehyung gently raises you up by the hips so he can pull out of you, panting heavily. You let out a little whine--you were so close to coming! You can’t help but grind down on his flat stomach, trying to get any friction on your throbbing clit. His eyes are closed and his expression is completely blissed out as he scrubs his hand through his sweaty hair. Suddenly, he opens his eyes and gives you a pout. “Shit, babe--that felt way too good, I didn’t mean to come that fast. You didn’t get off yet, right?” Tae’s voice is gravelly and satisfied, in contrast to his puppy eyes. “Give me a second and I’ll go down on you again.”

You open your mouth to accept his offer, when you’re interrupted from an unexpected corner. “That won’t be necessary,” Yoongi says. As you and Tae both swivel to look over at him, Yoongi abruptly raises himself off his bed. You can see spots of color high on his cheeks, and his lips are flushed and wet from where he’s been biting them. His pupils are so dilated, his eyes are practically black. Looking further down, the wet spot on the front of the bulge in his boxers leave you no doubt that he’s been enjoying the show. But he can’t stand by and merely watch any longer. 

He stalks in your direction, unceremoniously stripping off his underwear to reveal his flushed cock. He gently strokes himself a few times, spreading the precome up and down his shaft before grabbing a condom from Tae’s bedside table and smoothly rolling it on.

“Is this okay?” he whispers into your ear as he climbs onto the bed behind you where you’re still straddling Taehyung’s legs. You gulp and nod, grinding yourself onto Tae’s abs a little harder. This is straight out of your deepest, darkest fantasies. “Baby, I need you to use your words.” Yoongi’s voice drops even further as he leans closer. You can smell the woodsy note of his cologne and feel the heat radiating off of his hands, which are planted on the bed on either side of your hips.

“Y-yes, this is more than okay,” you manage to gasp out. You start to rise off of Taehyung, to move off of him so that Yoongi has room to maneuver. But Yoongi instead grabs your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he presses his full body up against yours. This is the first time he’s touched you all night, and his big hands feel so good, slightly digging into your flesh. You’re going to have the marks from this encounter on your skin for quite some time, and you can’t get enough of it.

“Okay, Tae, watch and learn. This is how you get the job done.” Yoongi teasingly tells the other man over your shoulder, before ducking his head down to your neck. He trails his pouty lips up and down your skin, leaving a sucking mark on the sensitive spot right beneath your ear that Taehyung had been teasing earlier. He had clearly been paying close attention to the spots that made you shudder. You tilt your head to give him better access, reveling in having his attention on you. You can feel him grinding his hard cock against your ass, so close to where you’re feeling aching and empty. You try to tilt your hips backwards, but his grip is too firm.

Taehyung is completely unfazed by the extra body straddling his legs. He smirks and makes himself comfortable, putting his hands underneath his head on the pillow. “Teach me your ways, sunbae.” He casts his mischievous gaze down your body, lingering on your hard, flushed nipples before looking down at where Yoongi’s cock is slowly sliding through your parted lips. The smooth head of Yoongi’s length occasionally bumps up against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body. You’re practically shaking from your delayed orgasm, and aching for more. These frat boys are goddamned teases!

Finally, Yoongi uses his grip on you to pull you backwards where he wants you, and slides into your dripping core in one smooth motion. You’re so wet, his hard cock strokes in and out of you easily. You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a shuddering moan. It feels absolutely incredible to be filled up again. Tae was long, but Yoongi is thick. Yoongi slides his hands around your waist, holding you up as he drives himself into you more firmly. You can hear him breathing heavily, letting out low grunts.

“Tae was right--you really do feel amazing,” he rasps. “But I have- better- self- control-” as he punctuates his statement with little bites to your shoulders. With effort, you turn your head to look him in the eyes so you can let him know what you think of his smug comment. But your words are lost as he immediately captures your lips in a searing kiss. He knows exactly what to do with his tongue, stroking it into your mouth in the same rhythm that he’s fucking you in. He takes one hand off your waist and slides it up into your hair, grasping your ponytail firmly and using it to turn your head to exactly the right angle so he can continue to plunder your mouth.

You’re lost in the pleasure of his lips, his hands, and his dick until you suddenly feel another set of hands running up the underside of your breasts, tweaking and tugging at your nipples.  You break away from Yoongi with a moan and look down at Taehyung, who’s made himself known again. He sends another smirk in your direction. “Don’t mind me, I just thought these could use some more attention.” He meets Yoongi’s eyes and grins cheekily.

Yoongi lets out a low growl. “Shut it, brat.” But in comparison to his harsh words, his touch is gentle as he takes your hands and lowers you forward until you’re now on all fours directly above Taehyung.  Taehyung immediately takes advantage, cupping your breasts in his large hands, rubbing his thumbs over your peaked nipples as he surges up to reattach his mouth to your neck. With you firmly in place, Yoongi grabs your hips again and doubles the speed of his thrusts.

You’re now surrounded on all sides as Taehyung sucks yet another hickey into your neck and Yoongi’s cock slides right up against your G-spot.  You have two sets of hands roaming your curves and all you can do is kneel there and give yourself over to the pleasure. You feel the tingles starting in your toes and slowly rising up through your entire body. You’re letting out a stream of stuttering moans in concert with Yoongi’s deeper gasps and the wet sounds of Taehyung kissing your neck. As your vision starts to go hazy, Yoongi slides one of his hands around your hip and firmly rubs your clit in small circles.

“Come on baby, I can tell you’re so close. Let go, come for us,” Yoongi bites out as his hips stutter into you.  Taehyung doesn’t say anything, but lowers his head and captures one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. After one more firm press of Yoongi’s fingers, you absolutely lose it, shaking apart as your pussy clenches around Yoongi’s cock.  You actually black out for a moment from how good it feels after being on the verge of orgasm for so long.

When you return to yourself, you can hear Yoongi’s little grunts and gasps as his hands squeeze on your hips and his hips kick forward one, two more times. When he’s finished coming, he slumps forward, panting. His sudden weight on your back sends you crashing onto Taehyung’s body with a whump.

“Oh! Get off me old man, you’re crushing me!” Taehyung suddenly breaks the mood by reaching around and giving Yoongi a hard slap on the ass.  Yoongi grumbles something under his breath, pulling out of you and rolling off to the side of the bed. You break out into little giggles, still feeling a little lightheaded from your orgasm.  Tae wraps his arms around you and strokes his hands up and down your back. “How are you feeling?”

“That was… wow. I hope you took good notes, because that should definitely be on the exam. Yoongi can be my teacher anyday.” You send a flirtatious smile Yoongi’s way.  Yoongi lights up with a wide, gummy grin that completely transforms his face. You can’t believe this is the same man that just fucked the life out of you. Both of these frat boys have been full of pleasant surprises tonight.

“So, more study sessions in the future? I have so many more questions to ask...” you finally shut Taehyung up by pulling him into a kiss as you feel Yoongi’s hand start to creep back up your side. You have a feeling this is going to be one of the most satisfying projects of your college career.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Your Living It

Summary-  (Playing It Cool) He x Y/N (later i will give him a proper name besides he or me) Frustrated with the latest romcom, you two go out for some fun. Smut. Fir @official-and-unstable-satan​ Hope this is what you were hoping for babes. 

Word Count- 2.7k

“Babes, can you like, not leave notes all over everything?” You playfully scold as you gather the papers he had scattered across the entire kitchen, and he raced in, throwing his hands up rapidly. 

“STOP RIGHT THERE! Babygirl dont you dare move” 

Wide eyed you pause, the papers half shuffled together when he comes over and takes them from your hand. His brows furrow as he studies them, before putting them back on the counter just where they were before. “A method to my madness, just… dont clean.” 

“But how am I supposed to cook dinner then?” You whinned a bit, arms folding over your chest, and he straightened out some of the papers before turning to you. 

“Ummm, pizza? Bowling alley pizza?” You wince a bit and then he adds “With bowling alley beer?” You nod then with a grin and he busts out in a grin to, and wraps an arm around you to pull you in close, kissing your lips quickly. “Thanks for putting up with me, but Im almost done with the script for Bryan and hes been riding my ass for it.” 

Your hands smooth along his chest, and up around his neck, he had been STRESSING over this thing for weeks, “Riding your ass and pulling your hair huh? I should really call Bryan and tell him to lay off or else.” You joked, and he wiggled his brows, tickling along your back.

“Well thats better done in person after all. I need to see his reaction” You lean up and catch that grin of his one more time, a more playful teasing kiss with a nibble and trace of tongue before you step away. “Give me five minutes and I will be ready to go.” 

“Okay! See you in ten then!” He called over his shoulder and laughed when your middle finger shot up at him and you slammed the bedroom door shut, laughing yourself. Once you closed the door, he went over to his laptop, sitting and staring at the screen. Its cursor blinked at him . “fucken hell” He muttered as he slammed the screen down, frustrated at coming up with the ending. 

You pop back out just as he plasters a smile on his face and his eyes rake over your form, even in damn black leggings and a tank, the whole ensamble hugging your curves. Fuck you looked good, You always did. “See! Five minutes.” He gasped as he took your hand to lead you along, fingers wrapping with yours. “A first? One of many? The world may never know.” 

What a dumbass, you thought but couldnt help but laugh regardless. Going to the car, you two headed out, while he was driving you texted Scott. 

‘Hey buddy, wanna play bowl a round or two, or you to caught up in something?’

‘No! Be there, get that end lane if you can.”

Tossing your phone up on the dashboard just as you two pulled in “Scotts gonna play with us.” And he just nodded, making sure his wallet was in his pocket. 

“Good, he whupped my ass last time, time to pay back the favor.” 

Sure enough you were able to lock down the lane on the end, while he went to go get a couple heartburn pizza slices and mildly warm beers, grabbing enough for Scott as well, there was nothing quite like bowling alley fare, you test the balls and set to put the names on the screen. Bowler 1- HottStuff 2.Wifeypoo 3.BlueBallMC. He glanced up at the screen and smirked “You really think im Hott Stuff, Wifey?”

You snort just as Scott comes in and also looks at the screen. “What the hell guys, come on!” 

You look all innocent and make a pointing motion to your man, wrinkling your nose as if in distaste. 

“Seriously dude? Just cause I have a blue ball…. “ he grumbles as he unzips his bag and takes out gloves and a shiny blue ball. You two just pick random ones from the selection. 

“What? It wasnt me.” the two of them bicker about the name calling and you take your slice of pizza, nipping on the end with a satisfied grin, putting your feet up in the seat next to you. He takes the first bowl, making a fist pump when it hit just right and scattered the pins across the alley. “I told Y/N i was kicking your ass today Scott” 

“As if man… “ Scott is polishing his ball, looking all serious, while you to to take yours. You honestly dont care, your just shooting the ball down the lane, and hands on hips, waiting to see how the pins fall. You get three, well your happy with that. The other two though, it was almost a tie torwards the middle of the set. 

“Hey, I will be back, gonna get another pitcher of beer” You offer when you noticed it was down to the dredges, and he poured out the last of it into his cup before handing it over. “Thanks babe” as you walk a little tap on the ass makes you smirk and a little spring in your step. 

Taking a quick break while your away, Scott stretches his arms out front of him to stay loose. “So hows that latest script coming by the way? Last message I got from you was a bunch of nonsense about how you suck at anything romantic” 

Rubbing his head he sighed “I dont know why Bryan keeps laying these lame ass rom coms on me. I cant write them worth a shit, and they just suck. Im so stuck on a ending now, and my deadline is in just a few days, after already getting an extension.” Carrying on, Scott kinda just shook his head at him. “What?”

“You man, you claim you cant write rom coms worth a shit, but come on. The last two were HUGE box office successes for you and look at you. You are basically living in one.” Scott pointed out as he moved to grab his ball, nodding towards the counter where you were chatting and paying for the beer. His head tilted, he honestly never thought of what you two shared in a movie sense. 

“Just saying man…. thats a love story right there without you even knowing it.” 

Yea, I am pretty lucky. He thought as you came back over, setting the pitcher down with the utmost care. He leaned forward and caught your hips, dragging you back into his lap. Wiggling in place, your legs draped over his, you mentioned to Scott. “2 more frames and the best bowler wins. Come on Blue Balls MC! You got this!” Red flamed the mans face and you tipped your head back laughing. He was watching you, but in a different light, just capturing the moment for himself. Fuck he was probably one of the luckiest people he knew. 

So He won, not by much and as the three of you went to leave, Scott promising a rematch later in the week when the whole group could get together and you were hugging Scott goodbye “Game on, I know Mallory wants to see you kick his ass you know.” 

“Oh I plan on it. Im gonna prime up the ball tonight with some new wax.” 

“Thats the stuff Scott” you encourage him, and wave as he left, the parking lot mostly empty with the late hour and He came up behind you, sliding his hands against your hips and you felt him brush the raze of his chin against your neck, tipping back with a light sigh. 

“You can beat him again baby.” 

“I love how you pit us together Y/N” Making you smirk deviously and turn to look up at him. 

“Girls gotta have her fun.” 

“Yea well, the guy does to.” Backing you up against the car and grasping your chin to tilt your face up, his face lowering close enough to brush his lips against yours. “Im thinking we have some fun right here.” You reach to his belt buckle and tug on it lightly, “Back seat or Front seat?” 

His hands were already sliding over your ass and grinding you into his groin. “Mmmhhh back” He let go to open the door, the two of you tumbling in with kisses and hands grabbing at clothes. You laid back as he hovered over you, your legs parting so he could lay between them and continue with sloppy kisses and your hands pushing through the buzzed hairs on his head and down to his back, wrapping your legs around his hips as he rolled them, sure to apply the pressure right at your core, that belt buckle just grinding into your nerves making you gasp right in his mouth. “Fuck baby… “ Scrambling your fingers into his shirt and tugging it over his head. 

He rolled yours up and lifting your head, disposed of the tank top on the floor, dropping his head to bite and suck the top of your breasts that were peeking over the top of your bra, he dragged a cup down enough to expose you, drawing that peak between his teeth and rolling lightly before sucking on it, causing another jolt and moan from you, your nails digging in lightly at his shoulder blades, and dragging down. He didnt stop there, lapping his tongue over the aroused peak and did the same with the other, your bra tightly wound around you while your breasts fell out the top, kneading firmly while teasing the tip. Shortly after that he unsnapped it and dragged it off.  He knew what that did to you, so sensitive and maddening, soon you were wriggling underneath him and in panting pleas. 

“Your driving me insane, I need you. NEED YOU INSIDE ME. Fuck me please?” 

“Since you ask so nicely babygirl” He lifts his head, his blue eyes flashing in the street light illuminating a part of your backseat. He grasps your leggings and panties drawing them down. In your impatience, you shift your legs to be rid of them. He hovered over you, dipping his hand between the two of you, teasing your wet warm folds, slicking your arousal up and down. 

“Cant wait can you baby? So wet and needy.” Dipping into your core and you tighten around him, needing that sensation. “Greedy is what you are, so tight.” 

You nod, and run your hands up and down his biceps, biting your lip. “God yes, so please? Pretty please? Fucking hell, please?” You bucked your hips under his hand and he swept down to kiss you deeply, and jerking at his belt, you purred against his tongue rolling around yours and started helping him, grabbing his belt loops and shimmying his pants down far enough so his cock was free, using your heels and toes to hook in his pants from behind and pull them down further, locking your ankles behind his back. 

He tilted your hips a bit more, and grasping his cock, lined up to your entrance, and started to push in. He was slow going at first, taking his time to not hurt you, but fuck that, you werent having none of that and with a roll of your hips, you deep seated him inside of you, hissing from the pure satisfaction while arching. 

“Oh shit baby! are you okay?” Your reaction misread by him, you grasp his ass that flexed under your hands and you nod. “Fuck yes, I wanted this, go right ahead!” 

Oh babygirl, he did. There was no slowing him down once he knew just what you were looking for. Deep long thrusts filling you, hips rotating to reach all those sensitive spots that had you at first moaning and panting but turned quickly into chanting, your head tipping back against the car door and digging your fingernails into his back, tightening your legs, just drawing him in against you, rutting harder and harder into you. 

The broadness of his chest, was friction to your entire body, burning. His mouth traveled down the length of your neck, nipping right at pulse points, and sucking to leave love bites in place. Yea hickeys were a teenage game, but he loved marking you, and you loved the challenge of hiding them. The car started squeaking with the motion of him pounding into you, and you hid your face in his shoulder to keep from laughing as he grunted over you “Baby, fuck im close…. “ You glanced up, and tipped your mouth up to kiss his straining neck, That spiral that settled in your belly soon caught up to his words, and your pussy clenched around his thrusting cock. Slicking a finger to help yourself along, you twirl it around your clit, and start panting. “Me to baby, together?” 

Tensing up while trying to leave yourself on the edge till he was ready, his thrusts became erratic plunging and seeking out an ending, you to let go, and scream his name, while arching your entire body, waves of pleasure sparking your eyesight, and above you, his mouth fell open with a deep gasp of your name, sinking himself into you that final time and his cum filled you, coating your walls while you milked him for all of it rolling your hips and clenching around him. His thrusts started to slow, and the car stopped swaying once he stopped and using an elbow next to you, he half leaned against you. His ragged breaths blew hotly against your shoulder and you nuzzled your own face into his neck, breathing him in deeply. You two were simply enjoying the moment when there was a knock on the window and a flashlight shinning in on you. 

“Fuck!” He jerked his hand down to the floor and snatched your tank top to cover your chest, lifting his other hand to shield his eyes. Scrambling, him pulling up his pants, and you ducking behind him, he rolled down the window to see a officer looking away on purpose. “Uuuh sorry officer? We were just leaving.” 

“I would say so son, we got a call from the closer here said your car was still parked in the lot, and there was some activity going on. How about you head on home and I wont issue a ticket, kay?” You are entirely red at this point and tugging on your clothes as fast as possible while trying to stay hidden behind him, rubbing your face in his back to keep quiet, trying not to laugh about being caught. Of course you two got caught getting randy fucked in the parking lot. 

“Right now, right away, thank you officer” He said and once the officer headed away, he rolled up his window quickly and fell back in the seat, deep laughter issuing from him. You sit next to him and sputter a bit, but he wraps you in his arms and tugs you in against him, kissing your neck, or trying to. It was mostly him huffing, and you to get caught up in it. “Baby we better get home, were lucky we didnt get in trouble.” 

“Yea, we probably should” He agreed, but was soon distracted in kissing you again and drawing out deep moans, a flicker of red and blue lights light up your car and you two broke apart, opening the back door and crawling out into the front seats. With a turn of the engine, you two left, the cop following you along till you were closer to home. 

Once you two reached the apartment building and made it inside without anymore incidences, you shrug out of your coat while he wanders back over to his laptop and opens it up like hes about to settle into typing again. “Handsome you sure you wanna do that?” You ask as you head down the hallway towards the bedroom. 

“But I thought of a perfect ending” He states, clearly distracted to your actions outside of the bedroom door. But as soon as your bra slingshots right into his chest and falls in his lap, his eyes widen as he looks up at you, your back to him, shimmying down your leggings for a second time, he snapped it shut once again. “Sorry Bryan, day late again.” He he raced down the hallway, catching you and dropping you down on the bed. 

He really was living his own romantic comedy. 

@what-is-your-plan-today​ @p8tn0lish​ @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123​ @jtargaryen18​

[angeldolanx]

Chapter 21. / -late night motor ride to a motel/

Warning: smut🙈

Summary: exploring each other’s body, shower sex mixed with some fluff in the middle of nowhere in a motel.

5.01.'20

We set on the beach for a while in silence in each other's arms. We were both deep in our own thoughts and we just enjoyed each other's company without saying anything. Later we were on the bike again. We were in a really calm street, only a few cars were there where we stopped in a shop to buy some snacks and drinks, and continued our road. When I saw the motel neon sign I almost felt like I am in a movie and I got excited again. The lady who was in the office was probably around her sixties and she welcomed us with a huge smile on her face and she picked up the old book to check us in. She seemed super nice and looked excited to have us here. She probably doesn't have too many guests even though the place seemed quiet nice and had good vibes there. It looked exactly like the motels in american movies or music videos.

"You are such a nice couple, hope you enjoy your time here" said the lady and a light smile spread on my face while my hold tightened in Graysons hand.

"Thank you, have a great night" replied Grayson after he signed the paper, grabbed the keys and pulled me after him to our room's way. I jumped on his back with a loud laugh in the silent parking lot and I even tried to not scream too loud when he pretended to lean back and throw me down from him but still held my leg so I couldn't fell off.

" I am finally taller than you" I looked down at him when he sat me down to a metal box that was on the wall. I run my hand through his soft hair and pulled it a little to lift up his head so I could kiss him. First I just wanted to give a kiss on his lips, but I smiled to the kiss when I felt his tongue on my lower lip and let him deepin our kiss. He always did that, a small kiss on the lips was never enough for him and I adored it. Before our kiss could turn more passionate he tried to move away, but I bit his lower lip, and it made him groan into our kiss.

"Come on" I jumped off from the box and now I was the one who grabbed his hand and pulled him after me. " I can't open it if you do that " I giggled in front of our room's door what I tried to open, but he kept kissing and biting my neck and his hands were all over my waist and bum.

A few seconds later I finally was able to open the door. Our room was small, but quite cute. There was a big double bed with two nightstands, an old tv next to a dresser and a mirror and a door to the bathroom. Since both of our clothes were still wet from the ocean we started to took of the wet clothes a few minutes after we arrived.

" Can I wear that? I don't think you need it" I said when Grayson stepped to his bag and pulled out a shirt. There was a cheeky smile on my face while I asked it, I already liked being in his clothes and it was just a plus for me, if he needs to be shirtless the whole time because of it.

He shook his head with a light smile and reached the shirt to me, but when I grabbed it he didn't let it go, he pulled me closer to him with it. As soon as I was in his arms his lips touched mine, our kiss got deep and he sat on the bad and pulled me to his lap without even breaking the kiss.

" I don't think you need it either" he mumbled to my lips, and grabbed my t-shirt 's material and pulled it out from my jeans. I let him to remove it from me, I saw how his gaze moved down to me boobs that were covered in that cute lacy bra, but before he could enjoy the view too much I put his shirt on my body. I had to laugh how he frowned his brows to show me how much he hated it, but I just stood up from his lap and took off my wet jeans too since Grayson's shirt reached down to my thighs. In the mirror's reflection I saw how Grayson watched my movements as I tried to put my hair in a bun. I couldn't read in his mind but I could tell that in thoughts he was somewhere else and he totally zoned out.

" I am hungry " I said after I was done with my hair. " Can we order something to here?"

Lack of better Grayson called the lady in the reception who gave us a number to order pizza. While he was on the phone I put the snaks that we bought to the bed and opened some sweets.

"Catch it " I said and tried to throw a gummy bear to his mouth and laughed how the bears keep landed on his face and chest, but never in his mouth where I tried to throw them even if he leaned and tried to catch them.

" Try to aim" he grunted, but there was a smile on the corner of his lips as he looked at me.

" I'm trying"I said and laughed again when he clapped when the bear finally landed in his mouth. "Let's take pictures, I wanna remember these moments" I reached for his hand and pulled him to the mirror that was next to the door on the wall. I bit my lip as I looked at ourself in the mirror and he immediately hugged me from behind and held me tightly in his arms. He hid his face in my neck, while one of his hand was on my waist but the other one pulled up the shirt slightly on my stomach when I took the picture. I just laughed and shook my head when I checked it on my phone.

" Now take one for me too " he said so I stepped back in front of him and stared surprised at him when he tried to took off the shirt. That cheeky smile on his face made me give up pretty quickly and let him to remove it from my body. Now I blushed even more, so I gave the phone to him and turned my back to the mirror. Now Gray's hand moved down to my bum on the picture.

" Is it enough?" I asked and picked up the shirt from the ground. When I saw the smirk on his face I already knew he wanted something more, and this whole thing got way more heated and fun then I expected when we came here just to take some innocent pictures. "Hey " I laughed as his hand moved to my back to undo my bra. " You are crazy " I laughed and grabbed the phone from his hand to take the picture. Grayson stared at me for a few seconds in the mirror when I let the bra to fall off of me, but later he placed one of his hand on my waist, but the other moved up to my boobs to cover them. That picture was the sexiest and coolest thing that I've ever done. Grayson's hand gave my boobs the right amount of push up to look good in the picture and even though half of my face was covered by the phone, you could still tell how sexy and confident is that smile on my face, oh and Gray? He looked like a absolute goddess behind me with that deep gaze to the mirror.

" That's hot " I looked up at him after we checked the picture. " I keep this" I giggled.

"A-a, that's mine."

"Then take another one " I rolled my eyes. We could have just send the pictures to each other, but of course it was more exciting like this. Of course he was in too, so we went back to the position for the pictures. It was weird how comfortable I was in front of him half naked while his hands were on my boobs. I was his. " Okay now enough" I giggled.

"Now you have to help me out with this " he looked down to his boxer and when I moved down my eyes there too I saw how exciting our actions were for him and his grey sweatpants did nothing to cover how hard and big he was.

I bit my lip as I went to the bed, sat down on it and looked back at him with a defiant look. My heart beated so fast in my chest when he came closer and set down next to me. I sat on his lap and pushed him by his shoulders to his back meet the bed. His eyes sparkled and there was still a cheeky smile on his face as he looked up at me. I really would have love to admire him more, but instead of this I placed my lips on his for a hard kiss. First I just placed a long kiss on his lips, then I deepened it to make it more passionate. When I felt him getting more into it and his hands moved down to my ass I broke our kiss and moved lower and lower with my lips on him. I let tiny kisses first on his jawline and neck then on his chest and stomach. I looked up at his eyes for a moment and when I saw how turned on he already was I just wanted to do it more. I bit his soft skin on his stomach, that made him breath heavier while my hands moved to his pants. He lifted his hips slightly to help me remove his pants and boxer too. I was excited from this situation. It was new to me again but I wanted to make him feel good even if I was not one hundred percent sure what to do. My lips roomed down to his thigh first to press a few kisses here and there, closer and closer to his cock, till I grabbed it and licked it from the base to the top.

"Oh fuck " he sighed. His hands grabbed the sheet next to him when I started to move my head up and down first only slowly. As I looked up to his eyes he was way too hot to handle it. His hair was messy and he kept closing his eyes as I moved. When I started to move faster a deep groan left his lips that just made me more confident in my movements. He was so attractive how he parted his lips, his skin become sweaty and kept throwing his head back to the pillow. Compared to his size there was no way to put his dick entirely in my mouth, so I pumped the rest with my hands, while I caressed his thigh with my nails with my other hand. " Oh my god" he moaned and moved his hand to my hair and pushed my head down gently. Giving him what he wanted I took him down more almost on my throat and swallowed around it that made his whole body tense up for a moment so I repeated it again. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum" he warned me that just motivated me to continue what I was doing. I pumped him harder and moved my head up and down a little faster too. His jaw clenched, his breathing got heavy and when I looked up to his eyes angelically he immediately came, that I swallowed and sit back down on my calf with a confident smile before I looked up at him.

The moment was disturbed by loud knocking on the door. I laughed quietly how fast he threw the blanket to himself, while I stood up, picked up the shirt from the floor and went to the door. It was the lady from the reception with our pizzas in her hand. The whole situation and timing was way too funny, even if I thought about the fact what if she comes five seconds earlier.

"Thank god she didn't come earlier " laughed Grayson, while he put on his boxer after I sat down next to him with the pizza boxes.

My growling stomach really showed me how hungry I was when I opened up the boxes. Grayson probably felt similar, because we ate in silent and just enjoyed that we finally has something normal to eat.

In the meantime my thoughts moved around, like always. As I looked back for the day I did things, that I never in my life before. I felt like I am not the same person as I was a few months ago, something changed. I am a lot more relaxed and I just tried to enjoy every moments in here without overthinking anything. The biggest surprise probably was Grayson, he was open for anything that I wanted to do. I think he never said no to anything that I came up with. Sometimes I feel like we are similar, like he is me in a men form. We have a similar humor, we interested in similar things and we love trying new and exciting things. Maybe the only difference is that he is a lot more ambitious, seems his goals more clear while I love living in the moment and not really worry about the future. It's kinda scary to see yourself in someone else and ask yourself where was he before? Then you realize probably that's why it never worked before with anyone else. Because they were just not him.

I took a big sigh when I layed back on the bed and held my stomach. I barely finished half of my pizza, while Grayson took his last slice from his to eat and just laughed at me.

" I can't eat more stop laughing " I giggled. I am that typical girl who loves to eat, but I can feel full with the tiniest portions.

After Grayson finished his pizza too I put away the boxes and let him close me in his arms while both of our attentions was on the tv. Gray took deep sighs as he switched between the programmes and I just laughed when he stopped on Spongebob. I think both of us were still children deep down. There is a saying, that I read before: the ones who god loves keeps children forever. Well it is sounds nice. I just enjoyed laying there in the middle of nowhere in a old motel room between his arms at two am while we watched a stupid cartoon and laughed on the jokes, that we probably already heard. I felt like everything's perfect, again.

"What are you doing?" I giggled when he kneed up on the bed and grabbed the back of my knees to pull me, so my back met with the mattress and made me spread my legs.

"I return the favor" he mumbled to my neck's sensitive skin and left soft kisses there.

I felt how my body tensed up then relaxed again because of his light touches and soft kisses. I bit my lip as I looked up to him when he removed his shirt from me and his eyes moved around on my body. Everytime he sees me naked his eyes darken and in those moments I feel like the hottest girl in the world. There is something in his gaze that makes fire in my body and boosts my confidence.

My thoughts got foggy quickly when his lips roomed from my neck to my boobs. He spoiled one with his hands while he moved around his tongue on the other. I closed my eyes and took big sighs and moved my hand to his soft hair and tried to switch of every thoughts in my head and just let him do whatever he waned to do with me.

" Everything on you is so beautiful and perfect for me" he mumbled to my skin and all I could do is giggle to his words. He looked up to my eyes with a light smile because of my reaction to his words and he moved up again to give me a long kiss on my lips. Before I could get into it he broke the kiss, moved lower again and I didn't even had time to think about anything because he already grabbed my thong and removed it. He laid down between my legs and tried to keep the eye contact with me after he spread my legs. I bit my lip, and really tried to not look away, I know he enjoyed that I am a bit tense and blushy because it was a new situation again for me. And I know he enjoyed it because he is the first ever who sees me like this and no one ever can took this away from him.

" Okay I feel like you stared enough, now you should do something" I said and he laughed on my sentence. I was sexualy frustrated. My whole body tingled and waited for him to do something since I gave him head and at this point I started to lose my patience.

"Are you excited, angel?" he grinned while I just rolled my eyes and took a deep sigh.

"I hate y..oh" I breathed when I felt Grayson's finger on me.

"Hm? What did you say?" he messed with me again, but all he got is a few quiet whimper. I bit my lip when I felt his hot breath on me and I started to lose my mind for him to finally do what I wanted. When his lips finally touched my pussy my lips let out a moan and grabbed the sheets next to me. Grayson lifted my legs by my knees to give him more space and sucked on my clit before his tongue started to play. My whole body relaxed for finally getting the feeling what I craved. As he got into a rhythm and looked up deep into my eyes I felt like my body grew weak. I whimpered and tried to move my hips for even more pleasure, but he placed his big hand on my stomach to push me down to the bed and keep me in place. Fuck, I loved when he controlled and dominated in bed. Nowhere else, but there.

" Oh god, Gray" I moaned when I started the feel the knot in my stomach and moved closer and closer to my orgasm. Grayson's groan sent vibrating feeling on my body, that caused my legs to shake, my muscles tensed up and moaned his name now even louder when I came. I closed my eyes tightly, my body flinched till it relaxed again with heavy breathings.

Grayson climbed up on my body with a confident smirk next to a few kisses on my body, till he hid his face in my neck and layed down on me, but still tried to keep his body weight on one arm to not crash me too much. My breathing was still fast from my intense orgasm but the soft kisses on my neck made me smile.

"You taste good, and you made me hard again" he mumbled to my skin and pressed his hips down to me to feel how hard he was again.

"Grayson " I giggled, while he just grinned and looked deep into my eyes. I tried to hide that moan that wanted to escape when he bit my lips and grabbed my bum to hold me close to his body as he grinded his hips against mine. " Do you wanna shower with me?" I asked. My voice was deeper than most of the time and sounded a lot more sexier. It was not a surprise how a light smile spreaded on his face while he stood up and reached for my hands to follow him.

As soon as we stepped into the bathroom he throw down his boxer and went to the shower to start the water and I just laughed on his excitement again. I quickly followed him too and looked up at him as I bit my lip while closed the shower certain behind me. It was a pretty small shower, so we already were close enough to feel his body warmth. Since he stood to the side to me I slowly placed my hands on his muscular arm and chressed the soft skin up to his shoulder, then I stepped closer to him to place a gentle kiss on it. A light smile spread on my face when I saw how he closed his eyes because of my touches and his chest grow from his big sigh he took. My body started to tingle even because of the way he looked, how he pushed back his wet hair or how the water drops played around on his wet and shiny skin. Before I could admire him even more my breath got caught in my throat as he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me to in front of him.

I felt like these moments were more intimate then any what I experienced with him before. The water splashed loudly on the floor while we stood in front of each other in silence and looked deep into each other's eyes. It was written on our faces how much we desired each other and how much we were obsessed with every single touches that the other person did.

As I stepped further a bit now the water reached me too. I tilted my head back, so the nice and warm water wet my hair, while Grayson took the opportunity and pressed his lips on my neck's sensitive skin. I tilted my head to the side to still give him space, and enjoyed with big sighs the kisses that turned to  bitings and then hickeys. I bit my lip as I closed my eyes and moved my hands to his chest, till his lips left my skin leaving a burning feeling. As he looked into my eyes again I tried to keep the eye contact a while, but then my gaze moved to his lips that I desired to be on mine. Moving closer to me his hands hugged my waist, he moved his face closer to mine, close enough to chress his nose against my heated up cheeks.

"You make me fucking crazy" he mumbled a few inches away from me and it started to feel like this is a torture at this point. All I could think about was his kiss but at the same time my stomach flipped because of his words.

"Kiss me, finally, please" I whispered. I could see how his brown eyes turned to darker colors again and he did what I asked, and placed his lips finally against mine. The kiss was already hard and passionate. As soon as his tongue met mine a sigh left my lips, and that sigh turned into a moan when he pressed my body against the cold tiles behind me and captured me with his large body. I crossed my arms around his neck and tried to move closer to his warm body then to the cold tiles, and as my boobs pressed against his chest he groaned to our kiss and made it even more hard and passionate.

His hands started to move around on my body. He touched every single one of my curve, grabbed hardly my ass till he placed both of his hands on my thigh. I needed to break or kiss to catch my breath when he lifted me up and his length pressed against my folds. Both of our chest moved up and down fast and we looked deeply into each other's eyes again. There was fire between us. I bit my lip again when I looked down and see him grabbing himself and placing his cock into my entrance.

"I wanna feel you so bad" he said when I gave him a confused look, and I tensed up when I felt him in me, moving deeper and deeper. He hid his face in my neck while he continued his movements. It was new, but amazing to feel him without anything between us. "Oh fuck, so tight and warm" he breathed to my ear. I enjoyed the full feeling with closed eyes. I felt on him that he is so tensed up, his breathing is heavier than anytime before and he tries to hold back his moans. He was only able to do it till he started to move back and forth. He hid his face still in my neck and I knew that's his technique to try to hold himself together. Unlike him I moaned loudly and tilted my head back to the cold tales from the feeling. I tried to hold him close with my legs around his waist while my arms moved around on his shoulders. He drove me crazy when his hands moved down to my ass and hold me close to him against every thrust. He was so deep in me and it felt like heaven.

"It feels so good " I breathed that he replied with a quiet moan and started to move even more faster. There was fire in my body, and I felt like I am in the clouds when the intense feeling overwhelmed me and the knot tightened in my stomach with every thrust.

"I know baby..fuck I know. You are so perfect" he said. I was already way too overwhelmed by his action and now from his words too. As I looked into his eyes my mouth shaped an o form when I felt him touching my clit and moving his finger there in a circular motion to give me even more pleasure. It was just too much to handle. My legs started to shake and I felt how I lost the control over my body. " Look at me" he said when I closed my eyes because of the intense feeling.

I looked deep into his eyes, his hips moved even faster, my breathing was messy and I couldn't hold back the loud moans that escaped from my lips. My orgasm was intense, I was not able to control myself I just enjoyed the feeling and how my body tensed up then relaxed and my legs shook around his body.

A few more thrust later he pulled out and I reached down quickly and jerked him fast that was enough for him to cum intensly. I felt how his whole body flinched and a deep groan left his lips.

A last moan left my lips when he pressed his lips on mine suddenly and clasped our hands next to my body on the tiles. His kiss was way too hard and passionate, I felt like a couldn't breath so surprisingly now I was the one who tried to make our kiss slower and softer. I felt him smiling into the kiss, and that smile grown even bigger when he moved away and looked into my eyes.

He placed his hands on the back of my knees when I left his waist with my legs and I smiled how gentle he was as he just slowly let me move down on the tiles till my feet touched the ground. I just couldn't held back the quiet giggle when he placed his hands around my body and pulled me in for a tight hug. In this moment for the first time in my life ever a thought come up to my head. I never in my life wanted to say I love you to anyone, and I never said it, but now this was the only thing that could describe the feeling that I felt. It scared me. Grayson just knew how to be passionate but cute to me at the same time. I felt like he is my friend and my love too. I was afraid from this thought, but I didn't wanted to hold it back anymore. No, I didn't said it out loud but I accepted it in me that he was able to tattoo his name to my heart and it's gonna be there forever.

-late night motor ride to a motel √

[st-fandom-imagines]

This Is Different

tag list- @tiger-hugger, @hannahmontanabutgayer , @macricrisis and @marvelismylifffe let me know if you guys want to be added to my tag list! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ this is my first imagine that has not been requested, please let me know what you guys think! I know its long (over 3,000 words wtf) but I'm really happy with how it came out. I highkey love this imagine and I hope you guys love it as much as I do :) If anyone wants a part 2 please let me know! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ I moved to Hawkins a month ago, and as soon as I stepped foot in Hawkins High School, I was approached by a boy with curly blonde hair, a charming smile and pale blue eyes, the boy that I would come to know as Billy Hargrove. I was never the center of attention, I wasn't the girl that every guy noticed, I tried to keep to myself, tried to not to cause any drama but when a hot guy at your new school is hitting on you constantly, its kind of hard to not fall for his tricks. Everyone that moves to get away from something, moves with baggage and mine happened to be falling for boys too fast. By the end of my first school day, I was back at Billy's place, and doing things what were not giving off the best first impression. I stared at the ceiling, sighing as Billy fell asleep next to me, making me roll my eyes, another asshole who only cares about himself, overly hot guys are always too good to be true.I tried my best to slide out of the bed quietly, not wanting to wake the sleeping man and grabbed my scattered clothing, and putting it back on before exiting his bedroom, only to hear the living room television on, it must be Billy's step-sister that he told me about. I tried to flatten down my hair, fix my clothes, and I cleared my throat before walking into the living room, only to see a girl with bright orange hair, shorts, cuts and bruises all over her legs, probably from falling off the skateboard that she was moving back an forth slowly as she watched mindless television. She reminded me of myself when I was her age, a tomboy, that was before my mother made me more of a lady in her own words, but I guess some habits are hard to break. "Hi, you must be Max." I introduced myself, extending my hand out to her making her look up at me for only a second before scoffing and turning her attention back to the television. "Billy's hook ups usually just walk right past me, where did he find you?" Now it was my turn to scoff, I knew he was too good to be true, great job (Y/N) your first day in a new town and you picked a player just like your ex. I sighed before sitting down next to the young girl, her eyes meeting mine. "My name is (Y/N), I just moved here, can you be honest with me Max?" I questioned making her nod suspiciously. "Billy is a bit of a dick, isn't he?" I chuckled making her laugh and nod, before moving closer to me, excited that I wasn't every other girl that walked out of Billy's bedroom. I have been down this road before, dating a player, a guy who didn't care about women's feelings, my mom dated those guys, my ex was one of those guys, Billy was one of those guys, I wasn't going to continued the cycle. "He finally picked a girl with a brain!" She yelled making me laugh and hush her. "We don't want to wake him up." I smiled making her nod with wide eyes, is my first friend in this town really going to be a thirteen year old girl? "Now what is your board's name? I know you named it, mine was named Wheels, before one of my mom's boyfriends broke it when I was eleven." I explained making her laugh and grab the board that was under her feet before bragging about it and telling me all about it. Max and I talked all night, I told her all about my past, I learned that's he is beyond mature for her age, and the struggled she has gone through and is still going through. Billy treated her like a bother when all their parents wanted for them was to bond, I wish I had an older brother to bond with, even if it was Billy. Once Billy's dad and Max's mom got home I introduced myself as Billy's science partner, we all talked, had dinner and had a pretty nice night, it was just shame that Billy couldn't be part of it all. Once the adults went to bed, Max and I went back over to the couch to talk more, enjoying the conversations that we had been having. "How about this? I'll drive you home from school every day instead of asshole back there? You can take as much time as you need coming out, and we can talk about our days, us new girls have to stick together." I promised making her nod happily before her eyes widened and I turned my head to see Billy standing behind us. "Why are you still here?" He yawned making me laugh before standing up from the couch and walking over to him. "Max and I were talking and I'm going to be giving her rides home from school, and we will be hanging out, so you can have more hook ups, without her bothering you. Fuck off Billy, see you tomorrow Max." I kissed Billy's cheek and waved to the girl on the couch before exiting the house with a huge smile on my face, this time, I was going to make the best out of moving, this town was going to be different. ** Every day for the past three weeks I've sat on the truck of my car, doing homework and working on college applications, as I waited for Max, Billy making it a point to park next to me so I could see each girl that he was bringing home each day, my heart skipping a beat at home much he reminded me of my ex. My hands where cold from the chilly October air, a gust of wind hitting me every once in a while, Halloween was only a few days away and the weather was definitely predicting an early winter. "Oh hey, (Y/N)" Billy smirked like every day earning the same response from me every time, a middle finger and a smile. As Billy and his next hook up pulled out of the parking lot, I let out a sigh, another gust of wind coming, blowing all my papers off my lap and into the parking lot. "Shit." I gasped, hopping off the back of my car and chasing a few of the papers, looking like a complete idiot I'm sure, as I went to pick up one paper, another hand overlapped mine and I looked up, my eyes meeting a pair of warm brown ones. He pulled away with a small chuckle and stood up, me doing the same, standing up fully and looking at the person in front of me. I recognized the boy as Steve Harrington, he ran a hand through his legendary hair and handed me the papers of mine that he picked up before shoving his hands into his blue jean pockets. "I was getting in my car before I saw what happened and you looked like you could use some help." He explained making me nod and brush some of my hair behind my ear, the wind really picking up. "Thank you, I definitely did need it." I thanked as I walked back towards my car, Steve following behind me. "You are the new girl right? The one that Billy hates?" He asked, immediately eyes going wide at his wording making me chuckle at the boy in front of me. "Yeah that's me, he hates me because I called him out for being an ass." I confessed as I unlocked my car, hearing the middle school bell ring, signaling that Max would be outside soon. "Are you going to Tina's Halloween party?" He questioned as I put my papers and books in the back of my car, making my heart flutter, oh no. "I wasn't going to, no." I responded, leaning against the side of my car, trying to see where Steve was leading this conversation. Everyone knew that him and Nancy Wheeler were dating, and I really was hoping he wasn't an asshole like Billy. "My girlfriend and I are trying to set up our friend, and I think you two would really hit it off, he isn't a party person either." He explained just as Max skated over to us, stopping right next to me, giving Steve and I both a strange look. "I'll think about it, thanks again for the help Steve." I waved as Max and I got in my car, Steve retreating back to his car, Max tossed her skateboard in the back next to my books, both of us sighing once we got in the car. "Boys are stupid." Max grumbled making me laugh as I started the car. "You can say that again." I smirked as Max began to tell me about her day and how the boys at school only got stranger by the second and I couldn't help think about how I felt while talking to Steve. It wasn't lust like when I was with Billy, or need when I was with my ex, it was a deeper feeling, like talking to him came natural. "Now, what where you and Steve Harrington talking about?" Max smiled making me shake my head, trying to push the thought out of her head. "Nothing, now do you want to go to the arcade and scare the boys that are stalking you?" *Steve's Point Of View* As I stumbled down the stairs, I couldn't help but dry the tears from my eyes, her words replaying in my head, the girl that I had loved for over a year didn't love me anymore? All of a sudden? I scanned the room, trying to find Jonathan, so he could drive Nancy home, I was way too drunk to drive. My eyes locked onto (Y/N) who was talking to Jonathan in the corner of the living room. I marched towards them, pushing people out of my way, just trying to reach the two people that I knew would help me if I needed it. "Steve! Hey!" (Y/N) yelled making both Jonathan and I smile at how happy she was in this moment. "You were right, Jonathan and I have a lot in common, not in the way that you thought though, he liked N-" She began but Jonathan stopped her, standing up from his seat and handing (Y/N) his water bottle. "Drink that." He shouted over the music making her pout before taking a sip. My heart was broken, my head only focused on Nancy getting home safe. "Jonathan, can you drive Nancy home, please? I'm too drunk to drive, and I just- I need to know she got home okay...She is in the upstairs bathroom" I explained and he just nodded as he grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and looking over at (Y/N). "We can talk more tomorrow, okay, don't leave until you are done with that!" Jonathan swore at (Y/N) as she continued sipping the water bottle, this night had turned to shit so quickly. I sighed and sat in the chair Jonathan was just sitting in, and looked over at (Y/N) the alcohol taking over my brain. The old me, would try to move on from Nancy, would try to flirt with (Y/N) purely to push Nancy out of my mind but (Y/N) was different, I was different, I was going to have to work through this on my own. ** (Y/N) and I talked for a long time that night, about everything and anything, but nothing sexual, she is kind, sweet, funny, she isn't like all the other girls in this town. (Y/N) sobered up first so she drove me home, knowing that I could just get my car from Tina's tomorrow before school. It was the first time in a long time that I had a conversation with a girl that was more than pick up lines, it was nice. I knew that if my heart wasn't shattered into a million pieces, I would be falling for (Y/N) and who knows, I might do just that. ** As Dustin and I walked down the train tracks, placing pieces of meat down as we went, I couldn't help but think about how I felt about (Y/N) verses how I felt for Nancy. They are so different but I care about them both, (Y/N) makes me laugh and I bonded with her on more than just attraction, she defied all I thought I knew about girls, and Nancy was the first girl I every really loved and as I gave Dustin girl advice, I couldn't help but feel like a hypocrite. "Dustin, can I ask your opinion on something?" I asked, hoping that a younger and less confused mind would help me clear up my feelings. The boy just nodded, making me sigh before letting it all pour out. "There is this girl, who I loved, more than I ever thought I could love someone, but she broke my heart, completely shattered it, a feeling that I hope you never feel..." I continued but Dustin stopped me. "Nancy Wheeler." He said her name, making my face drop and my heart sink tot he bottom of my stomach. "...but she already moved on so I shouldn't feel bad if I develop feelings for someone else, right? This new girl she is, different, she is amazing and she doesn't even see it, its like no one has even told her or shown her how amazing she really is, ya know?" I smiled and Dustin nodded before we got to the clearing of the junkyard. "The New girl, your answer, the one you should be focused on, the new girl." He smiled as we walked down the hill to see three people already standing in the junkyard, three familiar people. *(Y/N)'s Point Of View* "You cant be here." Steve pressured as he walked in the junkyard, Dustin right beside him. My heart fluttered at the sight, I was really falling for this guy. "Why cant I, Harrington?" I asked with my arms folded over each others, the kids all gathering around us as Steve got closer to me. "Oh this is her, Steve?" Dustin asked before he took a step towards me, making me look at him with a surprised expression, the last time I saw him, Max and I were pranking him an the group of boys. "Nice to see you again, this time its different." He took my hand in his, kissing it before stepping back towards Steve who just looked at him with a shocked expression. I smiled and Steve chuckled while running a hand through his hair, and went to say something but Max stopped him. "Can we just get to work, before whatever is coming, comes?" She huffed making us nod and begin to lay out a plan and positions. ** As Max, Lucas, Dustin, Steve, Mike and I stood in the Beyer's house, I couldn't help but freak out a little at the whole situation, the things we had just seen, the things I had just shot, the kids I had just protected. "Hey, you alright?" Steve asked as he sat down next to me on the couch, I was still holding the gun, my father's gun, when Lucas and Max told me what we were doing, I knew I was going to bring protection, my gun was covered in blood. My heart skipped a beat as Steve reached over and took his hand in mine, taking the gun from my hands and putting it down to the side of us. "My life is a shit show." I chuckled and he sighed as I ran my hands through my hair, beyond stressed out at the situation. Steve fought those dogs off as if was born to do it, even with a broken heart he was more stable than I was. I felt guilty for liking Steve, Nancy is a nice girl and I don't want to over step, even though Jonathan loves her, god, I hate love triangles. "Everyone's lives are shitty at one point of another." He tried and I just shook my head and looked him straight in the face. I needed to say something, do something, I didn't want to be the girl who only liked jerks anymore. "I wish I had never slept with Billy, I wish you were single when I met you, things would be different." I stated as I got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen to wash my blood covered hands. "I was a jerk before I dated Nancy, she changed me, you wouldn't have liked old me." Steve promised as he followed me, catching the attention of the all the kids, them now following me as well. I was about to say something else but the engine of a familiar car revving outside, cut me off. I grabbed Steve's arm, knowing he was going to try to reason with that idiot out side. "Don't, Steve, please." I begged and he pulled his arm away, making me sigh and walk over to the kids. "Stay away from the windows, I'll handle this." *Steve's Point Of View* "Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?" Billy mocked as I walked outside, mind and heart racing. Now that I knew (Y/N) had feelings for me, this all means a lot more and seeing Billy just boiled my blood, especially when it came to how it went down with him and (Y/N). "It's me. Don't cream your pants." I smirked as I walked towards him and him towards me, this was going to be one hell of a showdown. "What are you doing here, amigo?" He smirked, not wanting to play any games, how did he know that Max and (Y/N) were here, we all hate Billy. "I could ask you the same question. Amigo." I shot back, wanting this conversation to be over, wanting nothing more than to go back inside, figure out what the next step is, close the gate, and kiss (Y/N). "I'm looking for my stepsister. A little bird told me she was here, and (Y/N) is here too, you like my sloppy seconds?" He chuckled, making my fist ball up. "Why do you care about (Y/N), you didn't care when you rubbed all your hook ups in her face...besides, she isn't here. I calmly tried to convince him and before I could do anything Billy shoved past me and right into the Beyer's house. Shit. I ran past him, faster than the knuckle head that he is and stood in front of (Y/N) who was standing in front of the kids. "Get out Billy." I stated and he went to grab Lucas but (Y/N) stopped him, gun in her shaking hands. She shoved Lucas behind her as Billy laughed and put his hands up in surrender. "what are you going to do with that?" He laughed making (Y/N) sniffle back the tears in her eyes, I looked around the room, noticing that Max wasn't in sight, where the hell did she go? "Nothing, I just needed to distract you." I smirked as Max jumped and smashed Billy in the back of the head, sending him right down to the ground, well that could have gone differently. As Max screamed over Billy, I turned to (Y/N) and cupped her face in my hands before kissing her softly, taking both of us by surprise, I knew I wanted to kiss her but I didn't think I actually would. "Now is not the time for that!" Dustin yelled, breaking or kiss and making us both blush at the fact that all the kids saw that, this night was far from over. "When this is all over, I want to do that again, and I want to take you out because I see your value, your worth and I need you to see it too."

[softbiker]

A Familiar Place - Part 2

Warnings: a bad word or two, literally zero editing 

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: Not sure if I’m satisfied with this, but posting to celebrate hitting 200 followers!! Thanks for being here, I love you all! As always, let me know what you think :) 

This is not an “x Reader” or romance story.

“Okay, I’m 100% sure it’s not supposed to look like that.”

“Shut up, bird brain.”

“Will you two stop it I can’t hear the instructor.”

Three soldiers exchange glares behind their easels, brushes poised over canvas. Their stools are set in the back of the class, clustered close together so they can peek over each others shoulders. Other easels are arranged  in semi-circle rows towards the front of the classroom, with the instructor at the epicenter, walking back and forth and making comments to the students. To her credit, she tries to ignore the fussing commentary from the back of the room, only sparing them a glance every once in a while.

An oil painting class. Painting was never Steve’s strong suit - he prefers pencils and charcoal, quick messy sketches under his flurried fingers, captured on the spur of the moment. Bucky faintly remembers a smaller, softer Steve, the graphite on his hands, the smudges that covered his nose. Pencil fixed behind his ear, where Bucky would have placed a cigarette. But when they came here, settled into their place in Bed-Stuy, Steve decided to try out something new. And today he invited Sam and Bucky to join him.

Steve takes easily to new mediums, whatever his protests about not being a “natural” painter. Sam has no idea what he’s doing, but Bucky knows that has never stopped him from having a good time.

Bucky, though.

Bucky feels nervous each time he dips his brush, blends his paints. He feels somehow wasteful, putting his own brush to the canvas. Hand him a knife, a gun, hell - even one of Stark’s high-tech weapons, and he’s steady. A deadshot. But a paintbrush? He doubts every stroke and line. Without a talent like Steve’s, he thinks, this canvas would be better off with someone else.

But Steve is having a good time and he hates to ruin that, so Bucky quietly frowns at his canvas, tongue poking between his lips. Today’s class is a still life, their reference a pale blue vase of flowers on a table in the center of the room. Steve has rendered it beautifully, even captured the soft lighting from the windows on the west wall of the room. Sam’s attempt is passable, for someone with no training at all in studio art.

It isn’t that Bucky doesn’t have some skill, or proficiency, or artistic eye. He remembers sitting through a couple of figure drawing classes with Steve - he managed to learn a thing or two, when he wasn’t winking at the models. And his work isn’t bad, he knows that, but -

Well. He doesn’t think it’s worth making.

**********

He keeps coming to the class for a few weeks, when Steve’s schedule is free from missions and meetings, of course. They sit near the back of the room and Bucky makes good attempts but he’s not really sure if he’s making art.

“You know, I’m really not sure if oils are your medium.”

The class is over, and the instructor stands at Bucky’s elbow, looking at the row of paintings laid along the shelf to dry. Bucky had been comparing his work to his classmates, thinking pretty much the same thing.

“Not that you don’t have a hand for painting,” the instructor continues, hands slipping into the pockets of her overalls. “But I think you’re letting it intimidate you - you put too much pressure on yourself and then you hesitate. I’ve noticed.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Bucky shrugs. “I guess.” The instructor laughed a little, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

“See? You hesitated to tell me that you hesitate.” She was shaking her head with a not unkind smile.

“Jeez - you have a side gig as a therapist?”

“Nope - just good at seeing people.”

Bucky shifted his feet, not used to the feeling of being closely observed - it definitely wasn’t something he liked. Seeming to sense this, the instructor took a step back, shrugging her shoulders and looking away from him.

“Look, you should keep coming,” she offered. “You have some talent, that’s for sure. But you can try other things. Doesn’t have to be oil paint and flowers. What do you want to make?”

Steve is waiting outside the classroom, reading the bulletin board in the hallway. Fluorescent-colored flyers litter the board, interspersed with lost pet ads, ride shares, roommate offers, and piano lessons. Steve fingers one, tears off the number for an Asian cooking class, and tucks the slip of paper in his jacket pocket. He turns when he hears Bucky’s footsteps, that classic smile curling up his mouth.

“You, ready?”

“Yep.”

They take the subway back, dutifully ignoring the raised eyebrows and cell phones that turn their way. It’s New York - sooner or later people get over it. Bucky’s metal hand is wrapped loosely around a pole that Steve leans against, supersoldier strength and balance making him barely shift as the train speeds and slows.

“Sam is supposed to get back from that recon op this afternoon,” Steve says, his voice low enough keep their conversation private. “He’ll probably want takeout for dinner.”

Bucky nods. “He always does, after a mission. Milks it for all he’s worth, so we have to get his favorite - I bet he’ll want fried rice from that Thai place, and we better make sure there’s cold beer in the fridge.”

Steve just smiles, glances down at his sneakers, shifts his feet a little. He’ll never say a word, a single goddamn word, about how much Bucky and Sam pay attention to each other. About Bucky remembering Sam’s takeout order from every single one of their usual places; about Sam bringing home new exotic fruits from the health food market so Bucky could try things that weren’t available back in the day. He will never breathe a single word about how Bucky took Sam’s laundry and scrubbed the blood out after that mission in Denver went bad, or Sam driving back and forth to Bucky’s therapy appointments, in spite of the distance.

Loose lips, Rogers. Nope. His are sealed.

**********

“If I didn’t know any better, I would honest to God think that Stark didn’t respect me,” Sam shakes his head, shovelling rounded lumps of rice into his mouth with his chopsticks. His cheeks are comically full, but he continues to talk. “I mean, the guy really asked if I needed air support. Me? Baby, I am air support.”

Steve makes a noise of assent around a mouthful of noodles that he continues to slurp into his mouth. Bucky says nothing, but smiles into his egg roll. The coffee table in front of them is littered with takeout boxes, some still full, some already emptied. Steve and Bucky have already finished 2 beers each - Sam is drinking at a slower pace so he can continue to talk.

“I fucking invented air support. Pssh.” Sam rolls his eyes, settling back against the cushions of the couch and pulling his standard blanket over his lap.

The TV is set to a sports channel, a college basketball game they’re not too invested in carrying on in the background. Sam talks and talks, the other two barely getting a word in, but that’s alright - he always needs this, after a mission. Sam has to get it all out, decompress, debrief, de-everything in that post-victory rush of adrenaline he’s still high on when he comes home. They let him - they sit around in their sweatpants and half-watch a ballgame and shoot the shit over beers and Thai, and let Sam come back to himself.

“So,” Sam sighs, sipping his beer. “What’d you old farts get up to while I was gone, huh?”

“Mm, not much.” Steve’s reply is muffled as he continues to inhale his noodles. “Art class. Running.”

“Getting some goddamn peace and quiet,” Bucky pipes up, crumpling up the now empty egg roll bag and reaching for a full styrofoam container of steaming fried rice.

“Ha ha.” Sam doesn’t even look up from his food. “Y’all know it’s boring as hell around here without me. And who else is gonna help you two to meet some females? Hm? You think people are lining up to wingman for your hundred-year-old asses? No way!”

“What would we do without you, Sam?” Steve asks, that ironic twist to his mouth that Bucky has known all his life.

“You’d be star-spangled roadkill, I can tell you that much.”

They laugh and settle, eyes passing over the ballgame as one of the teams lines up for a free throw. It’s just the three of them in their little place, but it feels full. It’s enough. It’s home.

**********

Over the next few weeks, Bucky takes the painting instructor’s advice.

He rolls out huge canvases on the floor and slings paint in random patterns, layers of splatter until he feels like his eyes have crossed. The freedom, the lack of pressure, the fun of throwing paint around like a child - all of that he likes, but still.

“Still not sure if it’s my thing,” he tells Steve, as they look at his finished piece propped up against the wall. Steve nods, lips pursed.

“Well, we could hang it up at the compound. Tony keeps talking about needing more art around that place.”

Bucky just rolls his eyes.

“I’m not five, Steve. You don’t have to hang my scribbles on the fridge.”

He goes back to the studio and slings pots - pots and vases and key bowls and jewelry dishes and mugs. They’re passable, usable, functional - these are the words he thinks of when he glazes them in soft blue and yellow shades. Bucky likes the feel of it under his fingers, the wet firmness of the clay that yields to his hands. He’s gotten little bits of dried clay between the metal plates of his arm, but he doesn’t mind - he’s learned they’re easy enough to dislodge with a toothbrush. He gives away or takes home all of his little projects, happy to see them used.

Sam gifts him with a polaroid camera he found going through some of his parents things, and Bucky fiddles with it until he’s quite good at taking pictures. Whenever they go out he has his camera slung around his neck, an extra packet of film and a flashbar in his backpack. He has dozens of photos now - photos of Steve sipping coffee and flipping off the camera. Photos of Sam and Rhodey laughing, in full gear, when the team had drinks at the compound last month. A few photos of Natasha and Wanda, who come over to the brownstone sometimes - Natasha’s legs are folded over the end of the couch, while Wanda gets a piggyback ride from Steve. He tacks the pictures up, covering nearly half of the wall of his bedroom, not caring about the holes he leaves in the drywall.

It’s Wanda who introduces him to knitting, one weekend when both Steve and Sam get called out on a potential terror situation in London. There’s a rule - unspoken, unwritten - among Steve’s friends that someone comes to check on Bucky whenever they have to leave him alone. He doesn’t protest, knowing that they do it out of kindness and loyalty to Steve; he knows all about being loyal to Steve.

Wanda sits cross-legged on the couch, her fingers working the knitting needles at a hypnotic pace. He likes Wanda; she’s quiet and sensitive, all soft smiles and knowing eyes. A room always feels calmer with her in it. She had used his hands earlier to loop the yarn, and now he watches her over the top of his book, which he has all but abandoned.

When he asks her about the knitting, if she can show him, she looks up. Soft smiles and knowing eyes.

Bucky has always been good with his hands, so no one is surprised that he’s good at knitting. Eventually, they all have something he’s made: a beanie for Sam, a scarf for Steve, fingerless gloves for Wanda, and blankets galore for their too-cold brownstone.

**********

It fills up his time, somehow.

Bucky makes drawings, and paintings, and little origami birds out of grocery receipts. He makes bowls he can give to his friends and pictures that he can keep and blankets that he can share. He scours google and breaks a few (literal) eggs and makes banana bread that fills the brownstone with a smell that he could float on. He makes pancakes and poems and -

Bucky makes.

On the subway with Steve - a figure drawing class tonight - Bucky is staring at his hands. Ungloved metal and soft scarred flesh. His hands are tools, they’re instruments. They can be molds or looms or brushes or chisels.

“Weapons” doesn’t even enter his mind at all.

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Pebbles and Paper balls

BTS one shot

Pairing: Boyfriend!Jimin x reader

Word count: 1,662 words

Warnings: Fluff, cute

Summary:  You’re the head of your college’s editing club and the magazine that is to go out takes up all of your time, including that you spend with your boyfriend, Jimin. To your surprise, he visits you in the night saying he has missed you.

Disclaimer: This story is an AU fanfiction that I have created using the names of the members of BTS. I do not claim any ownership over the members of BTS. The plot and the personalities of the characters are entirely my own.

Do not plagiarize my work and do not repost.

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*I do not claim ownership over any of the pictures. They are credited to their original owners.

In the eerie silence of a cold winter night, Y/N was snuggled up in her favourite yellow blanket, which hid her Kookie onesie underneath. Her iPod fell onto the carpet right next to her bed, having   slipped from her grasp as she dozed off. The music still playing in her earphones never woke her, instead it lulled her into a deeper slumber.

This wasn’t the first time she had fallen asleep to his voice. And that was enough of a reason for her to have a playlist on her phone, which had just his voice, whether it be his songs, his sweet laughter or secretly recorded calls. It was a blessing for a very light sleeper.

Her dreams were all peaceful this night, no characters, no stories, no memories, but just colours. A hue of light pastel colours that made her calm even in her sleep. Her lips stretched into a teeny tiny smile, as she puffed out a relaxed breath.

In that moment, her brows furrowed at the light tapping noise that came every few seconds. For someone who had an obsession with organising stuff, it wasn’t a surprise to see that the irregularity in the taps was what bothered her the most. As she slipped out of the sleepy haze, the taps got louder, which were followed by slightly smaller taps.

After a few attempts to ignore the noise, a sharp sting on her arm jolted her out of her sleep.

“Oww!” Y/N muttered to herself as she rubbed her arm. Her eyes wandered to the clock set on her bedside table, the neon letters of which glowed with a bright 2:00 AM. As she still held her arm, she looked around as to what could’ve woken her up from such a relaxing nap, her eyes scrunched at all the crumpled pieces of paper lying on the floor and her books strewn across her bed.

She sighed, slightly disappointed at herself for falling asleep in the middle of studying when she had set up a schedule to finish for the day. She had been up late nights for quite a few weeks, what with the deadline for the magazine getting closer every second. And after that, the comfort that his voice offered, it was inevitable.

It had been so long since she had seen him. His very thought brought a million images of happiness to her mind and quite a few funny ones too.

“OWW! What is that?!” Y/N groaned, much more aware of her surroundings as she rubbed the small bump that was starting to form on her forehead. It didn’t take her long to find the small pebble lying next to her hand, and she was pretty sure this was exactly what hit her.

She scrutinised the pebble in her hand for a second, as though expecting an apology from it before she huffed­­. Pebbles never come flying in through an open window on the second floor to hit someone on the head. Not on their own, at least.

“Who the hell?” she growled, jumping off of her bed and making her way to the open window, brushing aside the mess on the floor. Just as she was about to place her hands on sill, another pebble, a bigger one this time, came soaring at her, which she dodged just in time.

“HEY!” she yelled, as she looked out the window, curses at the tip of her tongue, ready to fire away at just about anybody. Instead, her eyes met his. Crescents because of the wide smile on his lips, her favourite pair. And just like that, her anger was all forgotten.

Not even a minute had passed, and she was already at the door, fumbling with lock in excitement. As soon as she got it open, he was there, waiting, and she jumped.

“Jimin!”

He giggled as they both landed on the soft grass of the freshly mowed yard, his arms wrapping around her frame.

“You’re kinda heavy ya know?” He chuckled patting her thigh as Y/N rolled her eyes, landing a light punch on his chest. They laid there for a few minutes before they got up dusting themselves and looking at each other.

“That was dramatic.” Y/N chuckled as she slipped her hand into his, pulling him closer.

“Yes, it was. You must’ve really missed me. I have. I hardly see you these days.” Jimin pouted, squeezing her hand.

“Yeah sorry about that, I’ve so busy with-”

“The magazine.” Jimin finished, while Y/N chewed on her lip, suddenly feeling guilty about not giving Jimin the attention he deserved. Sure, she thought about him all day, spoke of him to everyone she met, practically fell asleep listening to his voice every night, and yet, she had not made an effort to call him up. And he was here, at two in the night, because he missed her.

“You’re thinking too much again. Stop thinking.” She blinked when Jimin tapped her forehead twice, and tried to smooth out her furrowed brows.

 Even before she could reply to that, he pulled her hand, dragging her outside the fence and onto the road.

“Jimin! What?! It’s almost two, where are you taking me?” Y/N whispered, her words coming out louder in the silence of the night, but she got no response, the only change was her being dragged a faster pace.

The convenience store was just a minutes’ walk away from her house, she knew that, but she saw no reason for them to be there so late in the night. Through the aisles and shelves they went, until Jimin found what he had been looking for.

“Ice cream.” They both said in unison, looking at each other after and giggling. It was their favourite thing to do after a long day at school, no matter the season, no matter the time. It was a race from there, as to who would pick the only cup of cookie dough ice cream. It wasn’t about the flavour, it was about who would claim the last standing cup of any flavour.

They settled down on a wooden bench outside, sharing flavours and not focusing on much more till they threw the cups in the bin.

“Also, babe, you know you could’ve just called me right? You didn’t have to throw pebbles through the window!” Y/N shook her head, turning to face Jimin.

“Okay look, my original plan wasn’t to throw pebbles okay? I had planned it all to be romantic but your sleepy ass had to ruin it.”

“Don’t blame me mister. What is so romantic about getting hit by pebbles seriously.”

“Will you shut up? In case you had not noticed, I threw paper balls first. And you were supposed to wake up, but you didn’t and I ran out of paper, so then I thought the pebbles would work.” Jimin shrugged.

“But you didn’t have to hit my arm ya know?” Y/N looked at him accusingly, holding out her arm for him to see.

“Shit, it hit your arm? I’m sorry, I was actually aiming for your head though.” Jimin replied very casually.

“You hit my head too.” Y/N grit her teeth.

“Ah! Bulls eye!” Jimin clapped his hands together, before getting smacked on the shoulder.

Jimin was very quick with his actions as he pulled her onto his lap and wound his arms around her bringing her closer.

“I’m sorry babe,” his mellow voice whispered, his lips at her ear, “Let me kiss it to make it all better, hm?” Jimin peppered her face with kisses, every so often coming back to the bump on her forehead, and a lingering kiss onto her lips. Y/N enjoyed the warmth, her mind getting fuzzy as his touch began to lull her into sleep. She snuggled into the crook of his neck and breathed in his scent letting herself draw comfort from him.

It was only the next morning that Y/N woke up with a satisfied hum, a pink paper ball clutched tight in her hands. Her eyes shifted to the floor, and indeed, paper balls littered the floor, the variety in the colours making the mess look chaotically pretty. She broke out into a huge smile as the fuzzy memory of a Jimin’s voice came back to her mind. He sang her to sleep. That she was sure of. She smoothed out the paper ball in her hand, laying it out on her bed carefully.

‘Good morning angel, did you sleep well? Of course you did. You fell asleep on me outside the store and drooled all over my shirt during the piggy back ride home. Sleepyhead! But that tells me how little of sleep you’ve been getting baby, please don’t stress yourself out like this. Make sure to eat a lot and sleep a lot okay? Don’t worry about the magazine, I know it will be perfecto. I’m cheering for you! Do call me, I miss you a lot. Even more now when all I keep seeing, is your bunny tail wiggling in that cute onesie. I love you so much cutie.

-Love, the most romantic boyfriend ever, Chim

P.S. I’ve written something in all the other paper balls too. I hope you’ll like them.

P.P.S. I have pictures of you drooling. And it’s my wallpaper now.’

Y/N squealed, holding the paper close to her chest, her cheeks dusting a bright red as everything struck her at once. The fact that she had drooled over him which he claimed to have pictures of, the fact that she went around the city in her bunny onesie, the ‘I love you’.

She reached for her phone and quickly dialed his number, a contented sigh escaping her lips as his sleepy morning voice spoke on the other side. It took him a few seconds before he was wide awake, his tone concerned as to why she had called him this early in the morning. She cut him off.

“I love you, Jimin.”

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Date Night: Chapter 5

Carol and Maria have been friends for years and are practically inseparable. It only made sense for Carol to move in with Maria and Monica. And it worked out for awhile.

But when Maria starts dating again, it digs up feelings Carol thought were long buried. She refused to ruin their friendship because of her stupid crush, but will she end up doing it anyway?

A/N: Long overdue, I know, but here is the final chapter. I hope you all enjoyed :D 

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X

“Auntie Carol, are you in here?” 

Carol looked up from the newspaper spread out over the kitchen table and quickly tried to fold them back up and tuck them out of sight, but Monica bounded around the corner before she could. 

“What are you doing?” she asked, walking around the table to stand next to Carol. 

“Nothing,” she lied, pulling Monica into her lap. 

“What do these circles mean?” 

“Those are apartments,” Carol explained, turning the paper over to the colorful comics section. 

“Why do you need a apartment?” Monica asked, running her finger over the drawing of Garfield. “Don’t you like living with me and Mommy?” 

Carol sighed and closed her eyes. She couldn’t lie to Monica, but she didn’t want to break her little heart. 

“I love it,” she said, hugging Monica close. “But I think it might be better for everyone if I go back to living on my own.” 

Monica looked up at her, her bottom lip poking out. “Do you promise to visit all the time?” 

Carol smiled sadly. “I’d be here so much you wouldn’t have time to miss me. I promise.” 

“Do you pinkie promise?” 

“I pinkie promise,” Carol said, hooking her pinkie around Monica’s. 

X

“What the hell did you say to Monica?” 

Carol looked away from the movie she was watching to see Maria standing at the bottom of the stairs with her hands on her hips. 

“About what?” Carol asked, sitting up a little straighter on the couch. 

“She seems to think that your planning on moving out tonight,” Maria said, moving to stand in front of the TV. “Care to explain?” 

Carol shook her head. “I’d rather not.” 

“Were you looking at apartments?” 

Carol sighed and turned off the TV. “I was.” 

“Was it something I said?” Maria asked, dropping her arms against her side. 

Her eyes searched Carol’s face, no doubt trying to make sense of all of this, but Carol looked away. She could see the hurt Maria was trying to hide and it tore her apart knowing that she was the one causing it. 

“It doesn’t have anything to do with you,” Carol said, hoping that would lessen the blow a little. “I just think it would be best if I went back to living on my own.” 

Maria bit her bottom lip and walked over to drop into the armchair next to the couch. 

“How long have you been thinking about leaving?” she asked. 

“Only a couple weeks,” Carol told her honestly. “And it’s not like I won’t still be around. Things will just go back to the way things were.” 

“You mean when you were sleeping on my couch every other night and had enough clothes here to fill your own closet?” 

Maria shook her head and leaned forward to rest her elbows against her knees. 

“Are you sure there’s nothing else going on?” she asked. 

“Yes.” 

She felt Maria’s eyes on her, but she couldn’t make herself face her. What she was doing was going to be better for them in the long run, but it still hurt like hell. 

She heard Maria sigh and stand up from the chair. 

“Okay.” 

X

“I ruined everything,” Carol sighed, looking up at the clear sky. 

It had been almost two weeks since Maria found out she was planning on moving out. Things were awkward around the house between the two of them, like they were walking on eggshells around each other. Monica clung to her like she was afraid if she left her too long, Carol wouldn’t be there. And she only had herself to blame. 

“What did you ruin?” Lawson asked, looking up from the plans spread over her lab table. 

“Everything,” Carol sighed, dropping into the stool across from her. 

Lawson chuckled. “I don’t think that’s necessarily true.” 

“But I did and I don’t know how to fix it.” 

“Are you talking about living with Maria?” 

Carol narrowed her eyes. “How did you know about that?” 

“Oh please, the two of you couldn’t be any more obvious if you tried,” Lawson said with a laugh. “But I could have told you it wasn’t going to work, not unless the two of you got your heads out of your asses.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Come on, Ace, I thought you were smarter than that,” she said, going back to her plans. 

Carol looked around to make sure they wouldn’t be overheard before sliding off the stool and walking around to stand beside Lawson. 

“It would never work,” she whispered. 

“You’re going to do what you think is best no matter what I tell you,” she said with a sigh. “I don’t think things are as one sided as you think, just be honest. With yourself and with her.” 

Carol wrinkled her brow. “What?” 

Lawson opened her mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by the door to her lab opening and Maria walking in. Carol drifted back to her stool, watching Maria jog in, slightly out of breath. 

“Sorry I’m late,” she said, barely sparing a glance at Carol. 

Lawson shook her head and straightened up, smiling at Maria. 

“You’re right on time, let me show you girls what I’ve been working on.” 

X

The knock on her door came as a surprise.

Carol had taken to shutting herself in her room after dinner every night. It was the coward’s way out, she knew that, but she needed time to figure everything out without destroying the best friendship she’d ever had. 

“Come in,” she called, sitting up in bed. 

Maria poked her head in with a small smile. “You haven’t seen Monica’s soccer cleats have you?”

“Last time I saw them they were by the back door,” Carol answered. 

“Okay,” Maria nodded, already backing out. “Thanks.” 

“Wait,” she all but yelled before the door could close all the way. 

Maria opened the door again, this time stepping into the room. “Yeah?” 

“Can we talk?” 

“Sure,” she said, closing the door behind her. “What’s up?” 

“I’m sorry,” Carol said with a sigh. “I didn’t mean to drop that bomb on you like that.” 

“Telling the five year old probably wasn’t a good idea then,” she said with a chuckle. 

“In my defence she forced it out of me.” 

Maria just laughed and leaned back against the door. The tension that had settled over them in the last couple weeks lifted, if only for this moment and it felt like a huge weight lifted off her chest. 

In the last few days she’d given a lot of thought to what Lawson had said about getting her head out of her ass. She realized how stupid she was being. Carol Danvers didn’t run from her problems, she faced them head on, consequences be damned. The reward outweighed the risk, she just had to take the first step. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

Maria pushed off the door, moving to sit at the end of Carol’s bed. “Anything.”  

Carol swallowed and looked down at her hands. 

“Have you ever thought about what it would be like if you and I, were um, more than friends?” she asked, stumbling over her words. 

“You mean more than we already are?” Maria asked, nudging Carol’s leg. 

“I mean if you and I started dating,” Carol said firmly. 

“I’ve thought about it,” Maria admitted, looking away from Carol. 

“You have? Why didn’t you say anything?” 

Maria smiled softly. “Why didn’t you?” 

Carol sat back, her brow wrinkling. Would it have been that easy? 

“I didn’t want to ruin what we’ve got if you didn’t feel the same. I love you too much to not have you in my life.” 

“Even if it meant just being friends,” Carol finished for her, a laugh of disbelief bubbling out of her. “We really are two peas in a pod.” 

“That’s why you wanted to leave, wasn’t it?” Maria asked. 

“I thought if we didn’t live under the same roof, it would be easier to ignore.”

“Look how that worked out for you,” Maria teased. 

“Live and learn, I guess.” 

Silence fell over them and Maria laid back on Carol’s bed, her shirt riding up over her stomach. Carol leaned forward and stretched out beside her, their faces inches apart. 

“What do we do now?” Maria asked, her eyes flicking down to Carol’s lips. 

“I want to do this right,” Carol said, smirking over at her. “Let me take you on a real date.” 

“Okay,” Maria whispered, rolling over so that she was hovering over Carol. “But there is one thing I’d like first.” 

“Yeah?” Carol asked, shivering in anticipation. “What’s that?” 

“Kiss me,” she asked, leaning down until their noses were touching. 

Carol smiled, dropping her hand to the small of Maria’s back. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

Maria closed the distance between them, pressing her lips against Carol’s, softly at first but growing more confident when Carol parted her lips. Maria pulled away after a few moments, panting slightly as she pushed Carol’s hair away from her forehead. 

“Worth the wait?” Carol asked, raising her eyebrows. 

“Oh yeah,” Maria nodded, leaning down again. 

X

A few weeks later...

“I thought you said Mommy wasn’t going on any more dates?” Monica whined as Carol helped her stuff her favorite blanket into her backpack. 

“This one’s different,” Carol said zipping up the bag. 

Monica turned around and Carol helped her slide the bag onto her back. 

“Why do I have to go to Gramma and Papa’s? Why can’t I stay here with you?” 

“Because I’ve got a date too.” 

Monica threw her head back with a groan. “Not you too.” 

Carol couldn’t help but chuckle as she waited by the door with her. She patted Monica’s shoulder and bit her bottom lip. They’d agreed to keep this thing between them a secret from Monica while they were figuring everything out. But Carol wanted to spill the beans right then and there. 

“I thought you liked your sleepovers with your grandparents,” Carol asked. 

“I do, but I wanna build another fort.” 

“How about you and I recreate the world’s biggest fort when you come back home tomorrow?” 

Her eyes lit up and she bounced from foot to foot. “Really?” 

“Absolutely.” 

“Are you two ready to go?” 

Carol turned to see Maria coming down the stairs. She looked absolutely gorgeous and Carol felt her heart rate pick up slightly. To think she almost missed her chance because she’d been too afraid of screwing everything up. She’d never make that mistake again. 

“I think so,” Carol answered. 

“Mommy you look like a princess.” 

“Thank you baby,” Maria grinned. “Why don’t you head out to the car?” 

“Okay,” she said and headed out the front door. 

“She’s right you know,” Carol said once Monica was outside.

She took Maria’s hand and pulled her close, sliding her arm around her waist. 

“You look amazing.” 

Maria smiled and reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind Carol’s ear. 

“You clean up nicely yourself.” 

“Gee thanks,” Carol laughed, pressing her forehead against Maria’s. “You know I’d much rather stay home and make out on the couch again.” 

Maria shook her head. “That’s not going to work again. You were the one that wanted to go on a “real date” in the first place.” 

“You’re right,” Carol conceded, stealing a quick peck from Maria’s lips. “Can you blame me for wanting to keep you all to myself?” 

“Flattery will get you everywhere Captain Danvers,” Maria said, pinching Carol’s side to make her squirm. “But you’ll have to buy me dinner first.” 

“I see how it is,” Carol teased, kissing her again just because she could. 

“Let’s go before she comes looking for us.” 

Maria pulled away, but held on to Carol’s hand, lacing their fingers together. Carol smiled, a warmth spreading through her that hadn’t seemed to dull since the first night she’d kissed Maria. She brought their linked hands up to her lips and kissed the back of Maria’s hand. 

“She’s going to figure it out before we’re ready to tell her regardless,” Carol pointed out, following Maria out the door. 

“Maybe I want to keep you all to myself, too.” she whispered in her ear when the got to the car. “For just a little longer.” 

Carol slid into the passenger’s seat and Monica poked her head up from the back seat. 

“Were you and Mommy holding hands?” she asked looking at Carol with raised eyebrows. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Carol smirked, winking over at Maria as she backed out of the driveway. 

“You guys are weird.” She huffed leaning back against the seat. 

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Your backstory❤️Arthur Morgan ⚠️mentions of smut⚠️

“Thank you kindly Mrs. Morgan, this will go right to tonight’s stew!” Pearson beamed as you brought in some game you hunted. You tipped your hat and returned the smile. Keeping the smile as you walked away, shaking your head and chucking. Mrs. Morgan. Who would have ever thought that’d be you? Arthur Morgan is your husband. Has been for 5 years. Though you’ve been sweet on one another for all of 10 years. You both grew up in the Van Der Linde gang. Him 15 and you 13. You both came to share Dutch's vision of a life lived free from civilization and the rule of law, becoming one of the first members of the gang. You learned to ride a horse, shoot a gun, throw a lasso, fish, hunt, track, drink, smoke, curse- you name it- together. At first you were both very angsty young fools who hated the world. But Dutch was the first person to show you both compassion. He’s always been a father figure to you two, John as well. Johns always been like your brother, you love him so. You and Arthur had been making goo goo eyes at each other for months before either of you made a move. You had no idea what you were doin, neither did he. You just couldn’t get each other off your mind. He was such a tough burly man but also so kind on the inside, a side most don’t see. It was one night Hosea gave you a tip about a robbery. Small homestead, easy pickings. You immediately asked Arthur to come with you, like you always did. That was the first night you slept together. The man who owned the home had his hands on you before you could retaliate and Arthur’s trigger finger was hot. You had killed people before, it was just still a strange thing. You both rummaged through the house making small talk here and there. When you got to the upstairs bedroom there was a huge bed and fireplace. It was amazing, way better than anything at camp. It was getting late anyway so you decided to stay there, after making sure the coast was clear of course. One thing led to another and you both finally shared your feelings while sitting in front of that fire. Oh you were such love struck fools. Your first kiss was sloppy, you didn’t know what to do. Let alone in bed. But after guidance and laughing your asses off it started to feel good, for both of you. Dutch had already had “the talk” with Arthur, Mrs. Grimshaw same with you. So Arthur knew to make sure you didn’t go do a silly thing like get you pregnant. Not yet anyway... It was a bit awkward after that. You didn’t know really what to do with yourselves. But it was obvious. Both of your faces turned bright red around each other. You both grew more comfortable with public displays of affection. He would leave you a few small flowers or some game or cup of coffee by your cot every morning. He would give you drawings of your horse or just you. Sometimes you would just sit back to back while you both drew and wrote in your journals while enjoying one another’s company. You would always go on missions together. Sing in front of the fire. He always came to you first if he was hurt. Needed stitches or a bandage. Soon you moved into his tent, on his account. Sometimes you would spend the night in his, and vice versa. But soon enough Arthur wanted you to know he was taking things and you seriously. It didn’t ruin things like everyone says in the films and books. You just grew closer. Having someone to hold at night. Someone near and dear to you. Ain’t nothin much better than that. You still remember when Arthur proposed to you. My god he was a nervous fool sweating bullets. He took you out on a small boat, to a beautiful patch of flowers and trees you’d never seen before. Right after he got on one knee and asked he apologized if it sounded “dumb.” You just shook your head at him

“Shut up and kiss me you silly man.” You guys got married a week later, right in camp. Reverend Swanson officiated it, John was the best man, Abigail your maid of honor. Jack threw the flowers down the “aisle” which was really just a dirt path. Javier strummed his guitar and sang as you two danced away. That was almost 6 years ago now. You have never been happier. You haven’t lost any feelings for him like they say happens in long relationships. If anything you grew closer and grew to love him more. And even after being together for so long Arthur was still a flushed mess around you like a school boy with a crush. It’s hard to find something like that in the life you two led. But you knew what he was , and you understood. He knew what you were, and understood. You’ve never had to go through anything alone since you joined this gang. Boy if your momma could see you now. Married to a gunslinger. Who could have guessed it. Still the best thing to ever happen to you. Some people still deny it, especially Micah.

“Why are u wasting time on that old man?” You would just continue you chores and ignore him. In town when you went to the saloon to get a drink people would look at you funny. But you never cared. Nor did he. It was you and him, the rest of the world didn’t matter. At this point you two were so comfortable with each other. He would grab your ass when you bend over to clean off the camp tables. You would lick your lips and watch him chop that fire wood with those few top buttons undone. He would shake his shoulders revealing more and roll them when he could feel you staring. You teased each other all the time like that, like you were still kids. When he came back to camp from long stressful missions you would dress up in your skimpiest laces you saved up to buy from Valentine just for him. His eyes would grow wide and he would drop everything. You would offer a massage while he told you about his day. You had both learned quick that making love at camp required strength to be quiet. Something you always found difficult with him. You could see his struggle too. You would have quickies at camp, it’s no surprise they would hear and know. If you could spare the teasing then it was worth it. But most of the time you would go out together. Whether it be a hunting trip or to a hotel you would just go out periodically to get some time alone. You had found an abandoned cabin years back, and it was often your meet up spot. But you didn’t always have sex. Just holding him in front of the fireplace and playing with his hair and singing to him was all you could ask for. On days where Arthur was particularly stressed he would take you to Saint Denis. He would buy you a nice dress, and get himself a nice suit. He would style his hair, you preferred him to keep it long. Made him even more handsome, and it was nice to grab on to. You loved nothing more than going to a nice dinner with him. He would never act like something he wasn’t, just wanted to treat you. He took care of you, and vice versa. “To death will we part.” You couldn’t imagine sharing a life with anyone else. You smiled remembering all the fine times you had with your man as you found him sitting in front of the fire. He saw you and grinned, immediately holding his hands out to welcome you to his lap. You sat, legs draped over his. He nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your scent.

“Hi sweetheart.” You melted into him, grabbing his hands on your waist and intertwining your fingers.

“Hey you.” You replied as he leaned back, allowing you more room to nuzzle into his chest. You turned around to plant a sweet kiss on his lips that earned a collective aw from the camp. Except one. Micah came out of no where, scoffing at you two.

“You’ve grown soft Morgan!” Arthur’s grip on you tightened but his face was relaxed.

“My lady ain’t made no complaints of me getting soft yet!” You blushed, smacking his shoulder and laughing into his neck. The others around the fire laughed too at Micah’s failed attempt to ridicule you two. You were both so nervous of how the camp would accept you relationship, but it’s become the norm now. Mr. and Mrs. Morgan. Arthur continued to rock you to Javier’s playing and singing. He hummed along to the music into your hair. He knows you love when he does that. You reached back to place his hat on your head so you could play with his hair. You know he loves it when you do that. Dutch spoke up, asking Molly to dance. Arthur tapped your thigh, signaling that he wanted you to get up. When you did he grabbed your hand and walked you to the front of Dutchs tent, next to him and Molly. You both started to dance slowly. Swaying to the music coming from the rest of the camp. He held you close, both hands in your waist, your hands locked around his neck. He preformed a few flares, twirling you and dipping you causing you to giggle into his neck. Dutch whispered sweet nothings to Molly next to you two as she giggled into his neck as well. It was a strange thing, in a camp of outlaws to see couples dancing sweetly with nothing but love for one another. You may be bad people, but you can feel love. You can make connections with people, you can have love. Gunslinging is nothing like you read in the papers. You brought your head to rest on Arthur’s shoulder, him the same as you guys hugged each other closer. When the music ended, Arthur bowed and you curtsied. The night went on with singing and drunken fun around the fire. Soon Arthur joined a game of poker with John and Uncle. You were in his lap, legs draped over his thighs, one hand on his cards the other around your waist. He said you were his “ lucky charm.” You sighed happily, resting your head back and in the crook of his neck. You must have fallen asleep you were so tired because the rumble of his chest from laughter woke you up. He reached forward to pull the money pile to him, grabbing your waist tight to keep you there. You blinked at him, his eyes on his new cards when he finally turned his gaze to you and gave you a sweet smile.

“Didn’t mean to wake you darlin’. Get some rest.” You nodded sleepily, resting on his chest as he continued to play. Uncle teased Arthur, saying

“You sure you ain’t gonna quit out? Seems you got your hands full” Arthur just scoffed at him

“They way your playing I could play blindfolded and still win.” You smiled into his chest before falling back asleep. You woke up suddenly when he scooped you into his arms before you could say anything. You gasped and giggled, holding onto his shoulders. He carried you bridal style to the tent you shared, you laughing all the way. He set you down on the cot and cupped your face with both hands. He drew you in for a soft kiss, your small soft hands over his big rough hands on your face. When he pulled away, he caresses your cheek before straightening his back and beginning to take off his boots and belt.

“We should get some sleep darlin’. Got a surprise for ya tomorrow.” You started to do the same, discarding your boots and belt.

“Oh? That wouldn’t have anything to do with tomorrow being our 6th year bein’ married, would it?” He smiled as he crawled into bed, arms open for you. You crawled on top of him, entangling your legs and nuzzling into his chest. His scent finding you as he wrapped his big strong arms around you, bringing you into his warm embrace that made you feel at home. He took a deep breath, chuckle rumbling through you.

“Maybe.”