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filet-o-feelings · 1 year ago
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27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why?
Usually when I'm done writing a fic I'm just ready to be done with it and get it out there, but I'm always a little nervous when I post anything with smut, even if it's just a little, because smut is not my comfort zone lol. I'm going to say probably the most nervous I've been was posting my contribution to smutsgiving - just relax because it was the first time I posted something that was pure smut and not just a short scene in a long fic.
29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)
So I have a few fics on hold but I'm hesitant to say I'll *never* post them because you never know if/when inspiration might hit and I'll pick it back up, but this is one I couldn't even finish for finish-it-fest last year, so it's not looking promising.
He watches as David walks through the door, away from him. He wants nothing more than to scream at him, to chase after him, grab his gorgeous face and kiss away whatever insecurities are making him do this, but he knows it’s futile. Sebastien has gotten in his head, again, and he can’t compete with that level of manipulation. He’s said all he wanted to say to David, done his best to make him understand just how much he means to him already, and he just has to hope it’s enough. Hope that he’ll come back to him. Hope that Sebastien doesn’t break him any more than he already has. If there’s one thing he can't bear aside from David leaving him, it’s the thought of David being taken advantage of, manipulated and hurt. And Sebastien Raine is an expert in all of these areas.
Besides, he can’t chase him now. He has a store to run. It’s mid-day, mid-week, and he can’t just shut it down. He has customers that need to be helped, bills that need to be paid. He has to be a fucking responsible adult and pull his shit together and think of the store – David’s store – and make sure at least something stays afloat, because he’s sure as hell not.
Not to be dramatic, but someone has to do it and David just followed Sebastien out the front door of Rose Apothecary; Patrick is fucking drowning in the misery. He sends a quick text to Stevie before another customer walks in, and 10 minutes later she’s rushing through the front door.
“What the fuck happened?” She says, ignoring the customer Patrick is currently helping.
“One moment, Stevie. I’m with a customer.” He glares at her, turning back to the customer with a smile and an apology.
Once they’re alone in the store, he explains that Sebastien showed up and he’s not sure what he said to him, but David had willingly followed him out of the store.
“Are you sure he left willingly? He hates Sebastien.” Stevie says as she walks over to the wine cooler and retrieves two bottles of red.
“I mean, he followed him out the door, but I don’t know what Sebastien said to him to make that happen.” He points to the bottles, “Can I ring those up for you?” 
“Patrick, this is an emergency. You can’t seriously be concerned with a couple bottles of wine? David would never go with Sebastien without a very good reason. Either he’s being blackmailed or Sebastien found another way to get to him through his insecurities.”
“And he does have a lot of those. Okay. So what do we do?”
“You know, he has a lot less of them now that you’re around.” She points out, which puts a brief smile on his face until he remembers David is gone.
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theghostofashton · 1 year ago
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20 questions for fic writers
thank you to @welcometololaland @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe and @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tags!!
1. how many works do you have on ao3?
49
2. what’s your total ao3 word count?
939,655 (might also be gunning for a million by the end of the year damn)
3. what fandoms do you write for?
rn it's just lone star!
4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?
gonna cheat a little bc i have had my ao3 for too long and it's technically stuff i wrote when i was like 15 (that i'm on the verge of privating)
you saw the truth in me (911 ls) tryna catch my breath some way (somehow) (merlin) trigger my nightmare once again (merlin) the hiding out is done (911 ls) i'll teach you to love (merlin)
5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?
i try to! i am kinda behind on it atm because life has been so busy lately but i will catch up
6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i can't do angsty endings tbh, my one guarantee with all my fics is that they end happy
7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
i think you saw the truth in me wraps up pretty happy, esp compared to how heavy it started. possibly unrealistically so, but i wanted to give tk everything by the end
8. do you get hate on fics?
nothing big, maybe a couple rude comments over the years
9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?
as of pretty recently, yes. the smut in you saw the truth in me was my first time writing it and i was so nervous lol
10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?
i have but not really anymore lol
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
i've had an idea and scenes stolen before
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
no, but i'd love that!
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
nope. it's something i'd definitely consider tho
14. what’s your all time favourite ship?
....probably tarlos. they've consumed me in a way not many other ships have
15. what’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
i started brainstorming and writing another 4x18 coda but with everything else i want to work on, i don't think it'll ever get finished
16. what are your writing strengths?
i think i'm good at characterization, i feel like getting into characters' heads is something that comes pretty easy to me and it's definitely my favorite part.
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
describing setting / place is hard for me. i get so wrapped up in exploring what everyone is feeling that i don't spend enough time orienting the story. i've been trying to get better at it, because i think it adds another layer of depth and i love reading it, so here's to that lol
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
i've never done it, but i enjoy it sometimes, when it suits the character and the scene. if i ever did it i'd want a fluent speaker to read things over to make sure i'm doing it properly and respectfully.
19. first fandom you wrote for?
big time rush
20. favorite fic you’ve written?
made up of a thousand scars. it truly happened on a whim, the idea came to me on a lunchtime walk, passing by this house in my neighborhood that i imagined tk staying in. i had no idea it would turn into such a deep exploration of his recovery, but i'm so proud of how it turned out.
tagging @carlos-in-glasses @sanjuwrites @heartstringsduet @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm and leaving an open tag for anyone else who wants to share!
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yourlocaldisneyvillain · 1 year ago
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Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting.
Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?
Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?
Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why?
oh, i didn't expect people were gonna be sooo into violet soul when i first posted it. but since then, i think i've been pretty good at predicting what will do well and what won't!
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actually, no! if it took me hours, it's getting jammed in there lollllll :)))) also, i tend to write chronologically MOST of the time to avoid that. sometimes i get overexcited and write ahead if i can't get a scene out of my head, but then i just try my best to make it work
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yes! my last fic felt too generic for my liking, and i'm not really pleased with it (the larissa massage fic). i feel like i could've done a better job with setting the tone and making reader's and larissa's interaction have like... more chemistry (but then again they do meet for the first time and it's like. an erotic massage). also what really Wouldn't Leave My Brain was that i wanted to explore the sex work part of it, like what is usual and unusual for the reader, how interactions with larissa differ from what reader usually does with clients (i Attempted, but i didn't go deep with it), but then it would have turned into a Long Thing, and i said to myself: gurl, you're gonna write a one-shot smut thing and not Overthink it. but in the end, i'm kind of displeased with it. i felt like even some of my simple smut fics had more Soul(TM) than this. i'm kinda disappointed in myself tbh :') but i know i can't be happy with EVERYTHING i produce, so you know, i'll live.
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honestly, apart from violet soul, which was kinda the first fic i posted on tumblr, not really! i just yeet it into the void and hope for the best lollll. if i'm happy with it, i try not to overthink about what the reactions will be. my last larissa fic i wasn't happy with, but i knew it would do better than some of the fics i was really happy with :') so i wasn't really nervous, but i debated posting it. in the end i was like eh, you know. it's written! here you go. ahahha
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joshfuckingkiszka · 3 years ago
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『a little control』
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jtk x f!reader
once again, I'm so used to seeing jake depicted as super dominant so I hope I did this one justice, also spent an embarrassingly long time ensuring that it wasn’t too similar to pretty please - tornados gone, smut goes up 
THIS PIECE IS 18+ MINORS DNI
» hush hush masterlist
warnings: explicit sexual content, oral (f&m! rec), slapping, hair pulling, kind of a praise kink tbh, sort of kinda public sexual situations, DO NOT SUCK DICK AND DRIVE, also unprotected sex, but I think that’s kind of a given for me at this point
Jake Kiszka was a lot of things: so incredibly funny he made your stomach hurt, sweet to the point where his brothers made fun of him, and an amazing guitar player that never failed to make you swoon. However, relenting was not in his long list of traits. Falling in love with him was so absolutely accidental, and the two of you were fools, never once seeing how the other felt. Your friendship had lasted over a decade before you drunkenly admitted just how in love with him you were, mistaking him for his twin. You awoke the next morning with a hangover from hell, and a confused and - only slightly - angry Jake staring you down.
“What the hell is your problem?” You jested, not understanding the full scope of the situation just yet.
“Are you in love with me?” His crossed arms gave no tell to just how nervous he had been.
You had been lying for much too long, to Jake, and yourself. Trying to convince yourself that you were simply much too close to him too often was the cause of your attraction wasn’t working anymore, and you knew it was time to come clean, friendship be damned.
Nodding, you expected the door of the guest room to be slammed, a non verbal way of telling you to leave him the hell alone, forever. Instead, he had briskly walked over to the bed, grabbing the sides of your arms, effectively pulling you up to him, and kissed you.
Two years later, you were in your shared home, his favorite guitars lining the living room walls, accompanied by pictures with frames of various sizes depicting your happy faces in a multitude of countries and monuments he had traveled to. The boys had offered you the position of tour photographer long ago, when their popularity started to skyrocket, and you couldn’t turn it down. Touring with your best friends, doing what you loved was amazing. Paige joined in soon after, making your workload a lot lighter as far as shooting and editing.
When you and Jake began your relationship, you knew he was incredibly dominant and possessive, fuck, you enjoyed it. That’s not to say you didn’t still enjoy it, it was just…routine, at this point. You knew exactly what to expect and when to expect it, and that was fine, but you didn’t fall in love with Jake because he was habitual. You fell in love with just how out of the ordinary he was, how he never did the same thing twice to “keep people on their toes”. Just once, though, you wished he would allow you to take the reins. It also never slipped your mind just how quiet you were in bed, and you knew he had never gotten past it either.
Drunken admissions were your weakness, it seemed. Josh was keeping you company as Jake ran some sort of errand he had told you about earlier that day, but slipped your mind what it was exactly was. You insisted - against Josh’s lighthearted decline - that you break into the whiskey cabinet. In retrospect, it was a bad idea. Jake would never tell you no, but you knew it was his. Not allowing a lady to drink alone, Josh joined in, and the alcohol kicked in much faster than you had both expected. Giggles and hiccups slipped from your mouths, and he tried to recall a funny story.
After a moment of uncharacteristic silence, you boldly asked, “Have you ever been…I don’t know, dommed by a woman?”
Even in his drunken state, he knew you were off limits, and he quickly let out, “I don’t wanna have sex with you.”
You laughed loudly. “No, Josh, I’m asking. I don’t wanna dom you.”
“Ohh, you wanna take control of Jakey. Good luck with that,” he wished as he took another sip.
Looking at him, you asked, “Why’d you say it like that?”
“Hm? Oh, it’s just, that’s not really his thing. You remember, uh, Lacey?”
“Layla, but yes.”
“She tried it, that’s why they broke up,” he explained nonchalantly.
Was it true? You did remember Layla, she was beautiful and made you especially jealous when she came into Jake’s life. They became serious very quickly, and you spent countless nights crying as he talked about moving in with her and, eventually, marrying her. Jake didn’t seem too upset when he called it off, was that the reason? She tried something different, and he didn't like it? He wasn’t that controlling, was he?
By the time Jake returned, you and Josh were passed out on the couch, tangled in a messy array of limbs and crooked necks. Had he been anyone else, it might have made him jealous, seeing his girlfriend cuddled up with his twin, but he knew Josh would never do that to him. And he was right, as proven earlier. He chuckled at the sight of you two, taking a quick picture for future purposes, before gently shaking you out of your slumber.
“This is why you don’t drink whiskey,” he whispered as he supported your body weight back to your room.
“I’ll remember that for next time,” you mumbled, the alcohol still heavily present in your stomach.
Laying you down, he declared, “No, you won’t.”
Even though you couldn’t remember most of the night, the conversation about Layla managed to stick with you. The thought of bringing it up to Jake made you more nauseous than the hangover. People didn’t talk about exes, that was normal relationship etiquette, it made you look desperate and jealous. Wasn’t it important, though? Sexual compatability was definitely important, and while you two were compatible, would the thought of switching it up be enough for him to leave you over it?
“Okay, what’s wrong? You’ve been in your head for twenty minutes, pretty girl.” Jake could read you like a book, always could, which is why it astounded you it took him so long to realize you were in love with him.
A deep breath was necessary, for sure.
“Is it true that you broke up with Layla because she tried to…take control…during sex?” It was hard to maintain any ounce of confidence as you asked what you deemed the dumbest question ever.
“What?!” He laughed, but when he saw your face, he knew there was more than you were letting on. “No, that’s not why.”  
“That’s what Josh said.” It wasn’t defensive, just an explanation.
He knelt down to you. “Layla and I broke up because she wasn’t you, baby.”
“But you wanted to marry her?”
“No, I wanted to marry you. It’s one of those things, where you’re in it, so you go with it, because you’re scared of the alternative.” A surge of warmth settled within you at his admission. “But I wanted you, and she knew that, and it wasn’t fair to either of us.” He kissed your nose gently, and your face scrunched at the contact.
“Well, what if I told you…that it’s what I want…to take control. Just once! If you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it again!”
Jake paused for a second, before responding, “Okay. I’ll do anything for you, pretty girl.” You smiled, and he decided it was prettier than any picture or guitar hanging on those walls.
“So, like now?”
“No, not right now!”
He laughed, and it became quiet again. “While we’re talking about it, can I ask…why you’re so…silent, in bed?”
Your eyes met his and you sighed once more, “Well, that’s kinda the whole thing. I’ve just always been so worried about you not wanting to give up control, so I just get too in my head…during, which is the worst possible time.”
“So, it’s not because I’m not good, then?” You kissed his nose, this time.
“No, Jakey, you’re very good. I’ve just always worried about us falling into a routine, and then you think I’m boring and leave me.”
He kissed you gently, “You could never be boring, not to me.”
Whenever you guys weren’t touring, you and Jake established a Thursday date night. It always ended in mind-blowing sex, but this time would be different, and it both excited and made you nervous. You slipped a gorgeous red dress over your body, the fabric ending at the tops of your thighs, and cutting down into your cleavage, showing just enough that it would entice him the whole night. He always thought you looked best in red, and he was absolutely right.
Jake wore red, as well, unbeknownst to you. His crimson button up was only clasped at the bottom, exposing his tan chest and layered necklaces. The black jeans he wore were tight and he, of course, wore his brown Chelsea boots.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that black and brown don’t go together?” You jested.
“Something tells me you don’t care all that much,” he claimed, pulling you into him. You hummed, nearly unable to form words in such close proximity to him. The scent of his cologne mixed with the warmth filtering through your dress from his body was dizzying. It was then that you remembered that you were in control tonight.
Pushing off of him, you made your way to the car, leaving him astonished that you were actually following through. Sitting in the passenger seat, you waited for him only for a second.
Dinner was torture for both of you. The waitress couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of him, and you figured she recognized him, but didn’t want to say anything. Women flocked to Jake, this wasn’t news to you. He was a god on a mortal plane, and they wanted the experience. His eyes were only on you, though, and you knew how badly it irritated the Jake girls when you made your relationship public. A part of you enjoyed it, knowing you had something they yearned for so badly, it gave you a sense of power. The other part remembered how you used to be one of them, albeit your situation was a bit different, and that kept you humble.
While the waitress was attentive to you, she was extremely attentive to Jake. It didn’t bother you, it almost never did. Just to keep you at the forethought of his brain, though, you had slid off one of your heels, rubbing your foot along the inseam of his thigh. He stuttered out his order, and you smiled at her.
“That was a dirty trick,” he expressed, pushing his hair out of his face.
“Don’t know what you mean,” you replied coyly.
During your meal, you “accidentally” dropped a utensil, and climbed under the table to “retrieve” it. At the time, he didn’t think much of it. His thoughts rushed through when your hand began groping at his quickly growing erection. You heard him choke on his drink, and held back from giggling, especially when he began apologizing to fellow patrons. The long white table runner kept your escapades hidden, and you planned to take nearly-full advantage of that. In tandem with your curious hand, you placed light kisses on his thighs, much like he often did to you.
Just when he was surely about to cum in his jeans, you came up from the table, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Lost it for a second,” you said, holding up the silverware.
“Yeah, me too,” he mumbled. “Is that how it’s gonna be the whole night?”
Nodding, you asked, “That bother you?”
He shook his head, his doe eyes never leaving your gaze. “Good boy.” His breath hitched and you stopped the waitress, asking for the check. You honestly thought you could make it through an entire meal without wanting to jump his bones, and that was your fault.
“How good of a driver do you think you are?” You asked as you unbuckled your seatbelt.
“Uh, I don’t know, w-why?” His voice shook as he spoke, and you wanted so badly to ease his nerves.
“Just wondering.” You shrugged innocently and began unzipping his jeans. Once his full length was revealed to you, your mouth immediately chased it. He threw his head back, trying his best to keep his eyes open and on the road.
Once his cock reached the back of your throat, you kept it there for a second, knowing how much he enjoyed just keeping it warm in your mouth. You suckled on the tip, allowing your drool to cascade down the whole thing. Attempting to keep eye contact with him from this angle was difficult, but you loved a challenge. You came up for a second, grabbing the hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel and wrapping it around his length, gently encasing his appendage with your own.
“Show me how you like it, Jakey.” Even with his best attempt, he couldn’t answer you, instead moving his fist along his cock, his thumb gently swiping over the tip every once in a while.
When you stopped at a red light, you pulled him by the nape of his neck to kiss him passionately.
“Fuck, keep going, pretty girl,” he begged.
“Are you about to cum?” You asked, your mouth finding the tip once more.
“F-fuck, yes!” You pulled off of him, instructing him to keep his hands off. Jake let out the prettiest whine which you ignored.
Home came into view slower than either of you hoped. When it finally did, you both breathed a sigh of relief. Rushing inside - after hastily shoving himself back in his jeans - he pulled you into a searing kiss, imprinting the feeling of his lips on yours forever.
You pushed him off of you for the second time that night, pointing to the stairs that led to your bedroom. Jake practically ran up, and you weren’t far behind him.
“On the bed, baby.” When he didn’t move, only smirking at you, you raised an eyebrow. “Okay, goodnight.” And you moved to go into the bathroom.
Panicked, he asked, “You wouldn’t do that, right? You can’t leave me like this!”
“Oh, I can, Jakey, and I will if you don’t listen like a good boy,” you threatened, even though you weren’t entirely sure if you could do it either. He slowly walked over to the bed, sitting on the end, waiting for your next instruction.
“I hope you didn’t think you were gonna get off that easily.” The double entendre rang through his ears and his mouth opened as if he wanted to debate it with you. “Strip.” He had said it to you so many times, that hearing it from your mouth was a whole new level of sexy.
He slowly removed his clothes and you annoyedly checked your watch, “You better hurry or the showerhead’s getting more action than you tonight.” That encouraged him to speed up, until he was left threadless on your bed.
Your clothes came off, though not as quickly as his, wanting to make a show out of it. Once the dress was pooled around your feet, he got to take in the new red lingerie set. The cups of the bra were completely red, with two mesh pieces meeting in the back at the clasp, the bottoms not differing much, besides the mesh being a triangular shape at your pubis, with a little bow at the top.
“I’ve never seen that one.” Jake was almost breathless, you always did that to him.
You stepped closer to him, stating, “It’s new.”
His hands began to reach for your hips, out of pure habit, and you swatted at them. Retracting them, he placed them palm-down on his sides. You straddled him, making sure that his hands didn’t make contact with your warm skin. Just when he thought you were about to kiss him, you fisted your hand into his hair, pulling it back, exposing his neck to you. You placed aggressive kisses on it, not caring if your teeth scraped at the thin skin. He hissed, moaning when you did actually bite him. Licking the spot to soothe it, you cooed at his already flushed face.
“So pretty,” you said gently, cradling his jaw in your hand. He leaned into your touch, and you both savored the moment. It was so intimate and soft, and neither of you wanted to leave that note unsung.
“You’re my pretty girl,” he told you. Your lips met his and you could feel his hand inching towards your thigh, so you broke the kiss to scold him.
Jake didn’t expect you to push him back on the bed so harshly, or for your hand to grip his cock. He certainly didn’t expect you to slide it in your cunt, but he didn’t quite mind it. The most unexpected moment came when he tried to push himself up to meet your torso and your hand slapped his face sharply. He was stunned and you thought you might have taken it too far, until he was begging you to do it again. You did, and the sound bounced off the walls, joining the wet noises emulating from where your bodies connected.
“You like that, pretty boy?” He nodded feverishly and you kissed him in the same manner.
Sliding up and down his length proved harder than you thought without his hands to guide you, but you managed. Your nails left long, angry red marks on his chest and purple bruises formed where you bit him. You knew his body so well, that when his stomach began to clench and his hand flew up to move his hair back, it was clear that he was about to cum. Slowing your pace down to only light grinding, you instructed him not to cum, to hold on for you.
“I-I don’t think I can.”
“I know you can, Jakey. I do it for you, now it's your turn to do it for me.” The only thing he could do was nod, and you could tell the muscles in his neck were straining to do even that. He was using every part of his body to keep his release in. When your pace picked back up, his arms tried tirelessly to grab at something, anything, on your body. In response, you pinned his arms above his head, restraints being sort of out of the question at the time.
“Am I gonna have to stop to tie you down?”
“No, no, please don’t stop.” Tears welled in those beautiful chestnut eyes and you knew you wouldn’t be able to deny him much longer.
As you approached your own release, you finally allowed his touch, and he relished in the feeling of your warm skin. When his mouth attached to your nipple, flicking the bud with his tongue, you finally allowed yourself to cum, demanding he cum with you. Had he not been so wrapped up in pleasure, he could have jumped with joy. You pulled him into another kiss, and he thought that might be the end.
“Okay, pretty boy, time to clean up.” When he started to rise from the bed, you tutted. “No, you’re going to clean me up.”
“Huh? Oh.” Your head was resting on the pillows, legs spread as you awaited his face between your thighs.
Jake was always one to waste time, but never when it came to tasting you. He would eat you out like he was on death row, and it was his last meal. That’s exactly what he did, his tongue lapping up the mixture of your releases. When he teased your clit with gentle kitten licks, you scolded him and he laughed, suckling it into his mouth, creating the perfect tunnel of suction. A series of curses and moans of his name tumbled from your mouth.
His fingers were always a pointed attraction, in your eyes, and you knew those guitar skills translated so well to other facets. They massaged your walls, reaching to find the spot that made you quiver.
You fisted his hair, pulling his face down to your needy cunt when he tried to overpower your control. With the conjunction of his fingers and mouth, working so well together, the feeling of pleasure unraveled in your stomach like it never had before. Your moans had become overpowering at that point, and you didn’t really care who heard you. It wasn’t until you looked down at him - and your soaked sheets - and realized what had happened.
Sheepishly, you said, “I’ve never…done that before.”
“That’s so fucking hot, pretty girl.” He pulled you in again, and you could taste yourself on his lips.
“We can do that every night if it gets you to squirt again.” You rolled your eyes, joining in his laughter. With Jake, it always felt like he was made for you, in every way. That feeling of pure, hopeless bliss would never be able to escape as long as he was around, and you like it that way.
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joongernaut · 2 years ago
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CONGRATS ON 700+!!!!!!!!!!! i love your writing omg very much well deserved i’m so happy for you🥰for your request thing can i request 8, 29, and 84 with haechan? fwb to lovers kinda vibe? (or whatever you think would work best! ty ILY AND CONGRATS AGAIN<3333)
pairing: reader x lee haechan
genre/warnings: smut, fwb to (somewhat) lovers, a little fluff and humor, mutual masturbation, fingering, semi-public
word count: 1k
A/N: thank you and ily2 anon! 🥰 this was a nice combo tbh and it felt fairly easy to come up with a setting for it so i hope you like this!
you felt haechan’s foot lightly kick at the back of your leg from under the shared blanket and you let out a small noise of surprise, turning over on your side to face him with a glare. “what?!” you asked in exasperation and haechan fought back a smile at successfully getting your attention. “i can’t sleep without you here.” he told you, patting down on the empty space between you two.
scoffing, your eyes narrowed at him suspiciously. “we’re literally sharing a tent together. what more do you want?” you deadpanned, now sitting up a bit from your position. haechan scooted closer to you, a hand reaching out to grab at your waist as your body tensed up before easing into the familiar touch. “cuddle with me, duh.” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing to do at the moment.
this would sound like an odd request coming from anyone else at the campsite. but with haechan, considering your not-so-friendly history together, you were already expecting something like this to come up. especially since he practically begged jeno to switch tents with him just so he could be with you.
you actually didn't mind the close proximity at all. which is why you found yourself scooting closer to him while draping an arm over his torso. “knew you couldn't resist me.” haechan taunted with a grin and you rolled your eyes in response. “or maybe i just wanted to shut you up.” you retorted, the pout returning to his face as he looked at you in mild offense.
“if you wanted to shut me up, you could've just kissed me.” he said, his voice dropping a pitch lower. the sudden change in his demeanor made you let out a nervous chuckle. “sounds like you just want a kiss… knew you couldn't resist me.” you joked, your body growing a bit hotter from the intensity of his stare.
“you’re right… i can’t. and i do want to kiss you,” haechan mumbled, leaning in close enough that his breath fanned over your face as he lightly cupped your chin. “could do a lot of things to you right now, actually.” he added, his eyes drifting down to watch your tongue swipe at your bottom lip.
“then do it.” you whispered, the words coming out quicker than your own thoughts could process it, and haechan was just as quick to respond by moving forward.
it was always so easy to melt into him, the plushness of his lips against your own always reeling you in and pulling you deeper. your bodies pressed into each other more insistently as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, earning a quiet moan from you. haechan sat up more, pushing you to lay on your back as he slightly hovered over you and continued to lick into your mouth eagerly. the hand that was situated on your hip roamed downward to the front of your sweatpants before pausing briefly.
“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs,” he broke the kiss, licking the tips of his fingers before his hand deftly slid past the waistband of your sweats and into your panties. “but i guess we’ll just have to settle with this until i can really get you alone.” he grunted once he felt your wet folds coating his fingers with arousal.
“don't care. just touch me, please.” you said through uneven breaths, using your own hand to cup him through his basketball shorts as he let out a hiss. you pressed a kiss to his lips quickly before trailing his neck as your hand slipped into his shorts and boxers, feeling his semi-hard cock and the generous amount of pre-cum leaking from his tip.
haechan began to pant as you started to stroke him, his pre-cum creating an easy glide for your hand as you got him harder and worked him up. he collected enough of your wetness to slip his ring finger snugly inside of you, then his middle, before slowly fingering you as he pressed his thumb down on your clit.
“i love it when you kiss my neck,” he said with a groan, a playful bite near his jugular making his hips thrust forward into your closed fist. “but i love it more when you kiss me instead.” he added, pressing his forehead against the top of your head until you looked up and captured his lips into another heated kiss.
with every deep thrust of haechan’s fingers into your pussy, your hand stroked him in time. his thumb started to circle your clit more firmly and, in return, you paid more attention to the tip of his dick and gave it a nice squeeze with every upward motion. he groaned into your mouth, throbbing in the palm of your hand as he curled his fingers upward making you clench hard.
“i’m gonna– fuck, i’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” haechan breathed out shakily, fucking into your fist now, and you whimpered as his fingers continued to curl and thrust up against that spot along your walls. “cum with me, please? need you to cum with me.” he whined before pecking the corner of your mouth softly. your heart beat sped up at the small act of intimacy and you nodded weakly, grinding down on his digits as the coil in your stomach began to snap.
haechan’s mouth found yours again, swallowing every loud moan that threatened to come out while he helped you ride out your orgasm. your grip on his dick tightened and his hips stuttered as the action triggered his own orgasm, shooting ropes onto the inside of his underwear and a little bit on to your fingers.
you both shivered after retracting your hands from each other and haechan put his fingers in his mouth to clean them while you quickly wiped his remnants off your hand against his shorts. “ah, come on, that's gonna stain!” he whined and you shot him a smug smile. “should’ve never been annoying.” you shrugged, letting him wrap his arms around you as he brought you to his chest.
“you love my annoying ass.” he mumbled and you couldn't help but crack a smile, laying your head on his chest. after all, you did love his annoying ass.
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seollenda · 3 years ago
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can we get a alpha twice x omega female reader hc’s? maybe how they’d go about loving her as nine? or what the reaction would be to finding out she’s pregnant? would they argue/brag about who the sire was? or would they generally not care. idek.
CW: g!p omegaverse smut, minors DNI
these hcs kinda got me wanting to write full fics tbh <3
you’re seventh in age order; ‘98 baby, with dahyunie, which means to more than half of twice you’re their lil’ omega babygirl
despite your best efforts at standing up for yourself/making them take you seriously, you’re the subject of relentless teasing and affection alike
the upside is they’re all very soft for you, even the ones that aren’t typically so for other members–if you pout and sigh dramatically enough, some of the alphas will trip over themselves to make you happy again
alphas who vy for your attention: nayeon, momo, sana
alphas who lure you over by offering you whatever you want: jihyo, dahyun, jeong
alphas who let you come to them eventually when everyone else is done trying to woo you: mina, chaeyoung, tzuyu
they’re all quite protective of you, whether it is physically when walking close to you in public spaces, or handling malicious rumors or scandals about the only omega in the group
being an omega you’re sometimes prone to lower stamina during regular twice schedules or concerts than a lot of your fellow members–jeong and jihyo are particularly attentive to your wellness
on your heats:
you’re given your own room to yourself in the dorm–the girls respect your space especially when you’re nesting
during your periodically unsuppressed heats they end up taking on different roles to help take care of you
helps that there’s nine of them, because theres often at least one or two members that can stay back if you really need them around during the day
nayeon and momo love the typical heat-craze fucking at your heat peaks, feral sex is great with them, but do not let them near each other/no threesomes because it’ll get ugly fast
mina and jihyo are really sweet to you at the beginning of your heat, when you’re more fretting about nesting and a bit anxious
jeongyeon is one of the only people you let in to help you tidy and nest up when you’re in those moods; she’ll patiently help you until you feel safe and settled and then make sure to help you fall asleep eventually
sana likes sharing you with others when fucking–usually chaeyoung or jihyo
tzuyu will spend the night with you in your room and help when you need it
dahyun likes giving you the affectionate sex, the kind that assures the omega that she’s safe and loved
pregnant:
the alphas that really fuck to breed you: nayeon, jihyo, mina
when you end up pregnant with twins, it’s nayeon and jihyo that initially really bicker about who it is–mina isn’t quite as bothered because she knows it’d be nearly impossible to figure it out without genetic tests later at birth (if they want to do it at all), and there could be two sires anyway
chaeyoung and sana are just thrilled to have pups on the way
momo still is kinda in awe of the fact that you’re going to have kids and is super nervous about your safety/stresses herself out way too much at first tbh
when the kids arrive they’re gonna be the most loved and spoiled pups on the planet, loved in different ways by all the members
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harper-hook · 4 years ago
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Into The Woods | Harry Hook x Reader
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Request: Can I request a Harry X reader where the reader is Peter Pan's daughter and they hate each other at first but then things get really heated between them and it turns into full on smut?
Warnings: Oral sex
Author’s Note: This almost killed me to write tbh
The familiar scraping of metal on metal made you groan mentally and slam your locker. “what do ya want now, Hook?” You snapped, unfortunately used to your father’s enemy's son bothering you. “Just came to see me favorite little sprite.” He replied with a wide grin, seeing how it got under your skin.
You stopped yourself before you yelled at him and caused a scene. It was the day right before Spring Break and you didn’t want to damper your spirits by earning after school detention as soon as you got back. “Well you saw me. Now back off.” You ordered.
Harry stepped back, faking a wounded look. “My plans don’t involve backing off.” He smirked. “Quite the opposite in fact, seeing as you’re heading back to Neverland.” You groaned and rolld your eyes. This again. 
“If you let me tag along, I’ll make it worth your wild.” He practically purred, getting up in your personal bubble. You sneered at him. “Listen, Hook and listen good.” You poked him chest with your finger. “You will never! Set foot in Neverland if I have anything to say about it!” You hissed.
Harry’s smirk dropped and he adopted an angry glare. You were a bit nervous but you couldn’t back down now. “Then we’ll just have to hope nothing happens to ya!” He hissed. You growled, getting in his face and bawling your fists.
“Hook! Pan!” You snapped out of your rage as Fairy Godmother came bustling around the corner, catching you both. Uh oh...
One long and infuriating detention later, you were finally packing up. “Stupid Hook and his stupid face...” You ranted to Ben over the phone. Ben sighed as you leaned against the side of your car, trunk still open. “Didn’t you think he was cute when he first came here?” Mal asked, joining Ben on the other line.
The good thing about being over the phone was no one could see you roll your eyes. "That was before he opened his mouth." You huffed. “So you’re gonna talk to Tiger Peony about the trade deal between Neverland and Auradon, right?” Ben changed the subject.
“Yeah I’ll do your job while on my spring break, Ben.” You rolled your eyes. "I appreciate it, you know?" He said. "Uh huh. See if you can lower my detention sessions when I come back." Ben sighed, confirming that he said he would see what he could do.
You said your goodbyes and promised to call once you arrived; Ben always the worrier. Hanging up, you quickly slammed your trunk shut and climbed in the driver's side.
Taking one last look at Auradon Prep in the mirror, you pulled out and started on your long 6 hour drive.
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The first couple of hours of the drive you didn't mind. Plenty of sunlight and good music made the time fly. But thanks to Fairy Godmother's detention, you'd left 2 hours late and now the sun was going down quick.
Driving at night didn't bother you but driving through Summerwoods at night bothered you. You turned your music down and took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. Now you really regretted turning Herkie’s invitation for a ride. “(Y/N), you’re a fucking moron.” You hummed to yourself.
Then it sounded like a gun shot went off. You let out a small shriek, thankfully not swerving your car off the road. You slowed considerably, still confused and terrified. Then you heard it, what sounded like a horse’s snort, the spluttering of air. Your heart sank, grip tightening on the steering wheel. “Are you fucking serious right now?!”
Slowly limping your car to the side of the road and putting it in park, you practically threw yourself out of the door, mood souring at the telltale signs of a popped tire. You glanced to the right and saw the back tire, flat as paper. 
You groaned, you held your head in your hands. Ok, keep yourself together, you thought. I’m a strong independent woman and I can change a tire, that’s what I keep a spare for, you reminded yourself. 
You ran to the back and popped the trunk open again. “Hiya!” You screamed, stumbling backwards and falling on the ground. You laid there in complete shock, breathing heavily and heart thumping. You could hear Harry wheezing in laughter.
After a few seconds, you sat up, gasping for air. “What the fuck?” You rasped out. Harry climbed out of your trunk, still shaking in mirth. Shakily, you stood to your feet, narrowing your eyes at the boy in front of you.
“What in the actual fuck do you think you’re going?” You screamed, no longer shaking in fear but in anger. “I’m going to Neverland, what does it look like?” He said with a slight eyeroll like you were stupid. This just pissed you off more.
“It looks like you’re some kind of fucking stalker!” Harry stopped laughing, looking at you with a positively poisonous glare. He stomped up to you, clearly trying to intimidate you. You were too angry to care. 
“You might wanna loose the attitude, lass. We’re all alone out here.” He sneered. It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Just get out of my way.” You pushed past him, peering into your trunk. “Where’s my spare tire?” You questioned, looking back at Harry who looked like a pouty kid caught in the cookie jar.
“Was awful cramped in there with that thing.” He muttered. He continued at your deadpan look. “Threw it out at the school.” You took a sharp, deep inhale, fists clenching and unclenching. You turned and slammed your trunk shut, putting your arms and head down on top of it. 
You couldn’t help but laugh. The whole irony and bullshit of the situation was honestly laughable. It would’ve been funnier if it hadn’t been you. “Pan?” You heard Harry call. “What?!” You snapped, raising your head. 
“Ya okay?” Your eyes widened as you spun around. “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just ask me that when you literally ruined my entire evening!” You screamed at him. Harry marched up to you, forcing you back against your trunk. “I thought I told you to loose the fucking attitude.” He snapped. He grabbed the hair at the base of your neck and practically bent you over backwards on your trunk.
He leaned in close to you, cocky smirk on his face. You snarled and bared your teeth, leaning closer to his face. “Am I supposed to be scared of you? There’s 1000 things in these woods alone that are scarier than you.” You and Harry’s gazes locked. His eyes were so... blue. You really hadn’t noticed before. 
His glare softened slightly and he released his grip on your hair, stepping back. You straightened up, keeping a close eye on Harry. You’d never admit that he scared you a bit. Never.
It was silent now. You looked away into the forest. It was completely dark now. Crunching sounds from the forest made the hairs on your arms raise. You and Harry shared a look to confirm you both heard it. A nearby wolf’s howl made you gasp and reach out, a firm hold on Harry’s shirt. He held your wrist.
“C’mon. C’mon.” He ushered you to the backseat and practically shoved you in and climbed in after you. You sighed and tucked your knees under your chin. Fuck, this was bad. “Call Princey. See what kinda magic he can work.” Harry murmured, like he was afraid to talk too loud. 
“Hey, finally a smart suggestion from you.” You said with a sarcastic smile and leaned forward to your car’s center panel. You had both knees on the middle storage compartment, waiting on the phone to ring. 
“Hello?” Ben answered after three rings. “Ben!” You were instantly filled with relief. “I need some help. My car blew a tire in the Summerwoods.” You explained. “What about your spare?” He asked. You turned to glance at Harry who gave a sarcastic wave. You flipped him off and turned back around. “It was a bad spare.” You lied. “Can you send help?” 
“Uh, yeah. It’s gonna be a couple of hours though.” Ben said. You groaned at the fact you already knew. “Thanks, Ben. I’ll make it up to you one day, I swear.” You smiled at Ben’s laughter. “Yeah, just hang tight.” With that, he hung up and you tossed your phone back into the center console.
You moved to sit back down in the backseat, instead moving into something solid. While you were preoccupied, Harry had slid into the middle seat right behind you. “What are you-” You squeaked as Harry pulled you down into his lap. 
He wound his hand into your hair again and bent you backwards, leaving your neck exposed. His other hand had a firm grip on your hip. You gasped as he licked a stripe up your neck, blowing on it to make you shudder. “W-what are you doing?”
“I can see it, ya know? I saw it earlier. Ya look at me the way I look at ya.” He murmured, low and close to your ear. “You lie and say you hate me but have still fantasized about this. About me.” He placed a kiss on your neck. Your shaking hands found their place on his knees. 
“Say you want this. Say you want me. Or I’ll let you go and we never have to speak again.” Your heart hurt in an unexplained way. This bickering love-to-hate routine you and Harry had fallen into naturally, for it all to stop one day? It seemed Harry Hook had somehow managed to worm his way into your heart.
“Harry...” You murmured, looking up at him. “I want you. Now.” You said with more confidence that you’d anticipated. He looked surprised but quickly adopted his signature cocky grin. “Atta girl.” He helped you turn around to straddle him.
You bent down to kiss along his jawline before planting one on his lips. It started innocent but quickly turned rougher and more passionate. Harry raised his hand and brought it down hard on your ass. You gasped into the kiss and pulled away, looking at Harry with an indignant look. 
“That’s for the fuckin’ attitude you’ve been giving me for the last 4 months.” He growled, voice deep and husky. “You’ll get a lot more later.” He said, his tone of voice making you realize you were in for a world of hurt later.
He tugged on the bottom of your shirt before pulling it off. He grinned and pulled you back for another kiss, slowly grinding his erection against your leg. You scratched his shoulders as you pulled away. 
“I’m not fucking you on the first date.” You said matter-of-factly. He looked at you, confused and a bit annoyed. “Technically it’s not even a date. More of a car invasion.” You crossed your arms, smirking at Harry. He narrowed his eyes before grinning himself.
“Either way, I’m still gonna rock your world, luv.” He smacked your ass in the same spot, making you hiss in pain. You climbed off his lap and leaned up against the door, Harry right on top of you.
You gripped the seat as Harry kissed down your neck, teeth scraping your skin. Your head was tossed back as he moved lower and lower. "Look at me." You glanced down and could barely make out Harry kneeling between your legs.
He started tugging on your jeans and you lifted up to help him. In one fluid motion, your jeans were tossed into the front seat. You whimpered, feeling exposed. Harry shushed you, breathing close to your lower belly. "Trust me."
Your heart lurches in shock as cold metal dragged its way up your leg and hooked into your underwear, tugging them down. You felt like your face was on fire.
You took a deep breath as Harry threw one leg over his shoulder and the opposite leg was pushed to dangle over the floor boards. You flushed again as Harry kissed gently up your thigh. You shrieked as he nipped your inner thigh.
"Fucker..." You stammered. Harry laughed before he leaned down close to your heat. He slowly dragged his tongue up your slit. You moaned loudly, one hand reaching to Harry's head, pushing him down.
You sighed and moaned into your hand as Harry continued his ministrations. "I- I wanna hear you." Harry murmured into your thigh. "I wanna hear how good I'm making you feel." His voice barely more than a whisper.
"Harry!" You moaned loudly as Harry blew cool air over your slit. "That's my girl." And he went back down on you, more aggressive this time. The air in the car felt thick and foggy, just like your thought process.
Harry moved to your clit, clearly tracing a pattern. He used one hand on hold your bucking hips down as he continued. "Are you-" You trailed into a high pitched whine. "Tracing your fucking name?" You shook violently.
You could feel Harry grin against you. He moved up into your face, noses nearly touching. "Yeah. And what are ya going to do about it?" He sneered, attack your neck again with a rigorous fever. "Mine." That one word sent a fire burning through you.
One of Harry's hands moved you your slit, two fingers slipping in easily. "Harry..." You moaned, tears coming to your eyes. He was still sucking and biting at the base of your neck and collarbone, clearly trying to leave a mark. You dug your nails into the back of his neck, making him let out a few curses.
Harry curled his fingers against your G-spot relentlessly, your legs shaking and your hips bucking wildly. "Harry!" You sobbed as you finally came, back arching and world going still.
It was quiet for a moment and the only sound was both of yours heavy breathing. Harry pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his pant, sitting back on the other side of the backseat. You sat up and pulled your legs back to you.
You winced, pain shooting through your body. "What the fuck did you do to me, Hook?" You muttered. Your legs and back were cramped up and it felt like you'd been punched in the neck. He laughed heartily. "Fucked ya up good, huh?"
You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but agree. Between your dried tears on your cheeks and messy hair from rubbing against the window, not to mention all the bruises.
You glanced over at Harry who was looking at you curiously. "What?" He asked. You smirked at him, leaning over him. You ran you hand down his chest and iver the bulge in his pants, making him buck into your hand. "It's my turn now."
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forthehpfanboys · 4 years ago
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Home Alone
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Pair: Harry Potter x Reader; he/him.
Summary: Harry plans on giving you something important to him when your home alone leading to you two get carried away and end up in your bedroom.
Warnings: SMUT (MDI)... But with a side of fluff! Kinky?? Kinky. If I forgot any, please dm me.
Notes: We love top Harry, tbh- Also, Remus and Sirius are together because fuck JKR.
~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~
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Harry knocked on the red door for a second time, bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement. The boy had been waiting for about 5 minutes and, honestly, didn’t even know if anyone was home, but he wasn’t one to give up so easily. He let out a sigh when a quick ‘coming!’ resonated throughout the home. He ran a hand excitedly through his hair, messing up the already messy look. He recognized the voice easily, after all, it’s easy to know your boyfriend's voice.
He heard pounding footsteps rushing down the stairs then a thud, then a ‘oW, ohfuCK-’ causing him to laugh. Harry’s laughter hindered when you wiped open the door. Your hair was wet and you were just pulling your shirt down over your abdomen, giving him a flash of skin before it was hidden by cotton. He was gonna cry tears of joy.
“Harry! Babe, it’s so good to see you, what are you doing here?” You leaned against the door frame. You ran a hand through your hair, wiping the moisture on your sweats.
“Just wanted to see my favorite member of the Black family.” Harry found himself smiling and chose to ignore how his heart began to speed up his chest. You always managed to get his heart racing with the most softest of smiles.
“Don’t let Sirius catch you saying that. He gets jealous, ya know. Then I have to deal with him.” You snickered out, moving away from the door and moving deeper into the house. Harry followed you in, shutting the door behind him. He smiled at the feeling of familiarity. 
You are Sirius’ son by blood. He didn’t know who the mother was and frankly, neither did you, not that it mattered. Sirius was woken by a knock one random night 18 years ago and found you, a small baby wrapped up in a red blanket without a note or much else, just a name on a card. (Y/n) (M/n) Black. 
To this day you still have the blanket, but not as a blanket. You’d turned it into a tiny matching pair of lion stuffies for you and Harry. He wouldn’t tell you, but he always slept with it in his bed and would ignore his father's teasing over the stuffy. 
No one was exactly surprised when you and Harry got together because of how close Lily, James, Sirius and Remus were even after graduating Hogwarts, so it was natural you two hung out almost everyday since you were babies. That led you here, dating the raven haired son of your dad's best friend.
When Harry turned around, his eyes dragged across the cluttered walls absolutely filled with photos of you, Sirius and his husband Remus throughout the years. There was even one adorable 11 year old you and Harry, surrounded by both sets of parents and holding your Hogwarts invitations proudly. When his eyes finished along the photos along the stairs, he noticed the blue towel that laid at the bottom said wooden stairs.
“Wait, were you getting dressed while running down the stairs?” Harry pointed at the towel, his other hand going to his hip.
“Oh- You heard that?” You ran over to the stairs, almost tripping again just to grab the towel. You hid it behind your back, a nervous chuckle leaving your lips. “Of course you heard that, but no. I.. I did not fall or get dressed as I ran down the stairs.” 
Harry rolled his eyes while he pushed his glasses up. He managed to love you more and more every single time you breathed. How you won his heart was simple, you were just you. It was literally impossible for him not to fall in love with you. All the time away in his head and he just now noticed how quiet the house was.
“Where is Moony and Padfoot, anyway?” Harry walked over to the kitchen. He pulled a cup from one of the many cupboards lining the walls of said kitchen before opening the fridge.
“Out on one of their afternoon dates. They won’t be back until dinner, probably.” You followed after him, crossing your arms over the fridge door. You leaned into it, watching his arm reach into the fridge and pull out the water pitcher. 
“So, we’re alone?” He asked, straightening up and pouring the water into the glass.
“Yeah, why? Got a plan, Potter?” You smirked at him, watching his ears turn pink. He was adorable.
“Well, that isn’t why I came over, but, ya know.” He turned to you as he put the water back, his own smirk appearing on his lips. What do you expect? You were both teenagers, you're bound to be a little horny. You tilted your head in confusion. “I have a gift for you.” He gently nudged your arms off the top of the fridge and shut the door.
“Aw, babe. You didn’t have to.. What is it?!”
Harry shook his head again, his smile growing at your enthusiasm. Godric, you are truly adorable. Shifting the glass to his left hand, his right one dove into his pocket, pulling out something small enough to stay concealed in his palm. He looked down at his fist, his smile dropped when his eyes flicked back to yours.
“It’s something super important to me. I figured since you gave me part of that blanket, I’d give you something of equal value.” He took a sip of his water to be dramatic and then set the glass down on the kitchen table beside him.
“Oh, Harry..” You sighed out. “You don’t have to give me anything.. Like.. That.” Your eyes widened when he opened his hand, revealing a familiar golden ball. “No. No, I’m not taking that.”
“Yeah, you are.” He laughed out, his smile coming back ten fold. “Consider it a good luck charm.”
“But- Harry, no. That’s your first snitch! I’m not- I can’t-” You were cut off when he grabbed your wrist and tugged you into a kiss. His hands forced open your hand and stuffed the golden ball unto your palm before closing your fingers around it. The kiss depended when his other hand came around to the back of your head, holding you into the kiss. 
When Harry pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours. Your chest was moving quickly to catch up with the oxygen he made you miss out on because of his stupid nice lips. His eyes stayed closed as he spoke.
“I want you to have it, (Y/n). I love you that much.” Harry brought your hand with the snitch in it to his lips, planting a kiss so soft it made your heart flutter. He stepped back, admiring the blush that changed your cheeks to a red color.
“If you say so, Har. I appreciate it, baby.” You looked down at the snitch. “Ya know.. You got me kinda worked up with that kiss.” Your eyes flipped to Harry’s as you brought the switch to your lips, using the golden ball to hide your smile at Harry’s nervous chuckle.
“Oh, really?” He was stepping forward again, pressing his chest to yours. Your eyes looked him up and down before wrapping your arms around his neck. You stuck your tongue out while your hand ran through his hair before tugging his hair, teasing, testing him before speaking.
“Yeah. I say we go do something about it, Potter.” 
Harry didn’t need you to tell him twice before his lips crashed against yours. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he spun you around, pressing your back into the kitchen table. One of your legs came up to wrap around his waist, allowing him to grind his hips into yours. You moaned against his lips, granting his tongue entrance. 
You arch your back and drop your head back when he rolled he rolled his hips particularly hard against yours. You shivered when his lips moved from your cheek to your neck, sucking on a spot just below your ear.
“Godric, I’ve missed you, (Y/n). I can’t wait to have you wet and open and begging for me again.” His voice was so close to your ear you could hear his breath hitch. “I can’t wait to destroy you, baby boy.” 
“Fuck, Harry. You’re so fucking talented.”
“Don’t say that yet, love, we haven’t even done anything yet.” He laughed, his hands going to your thighs, tapping them to ask you to jump up. He maneuvered your other leg to his waist once you hoped up, your arms still wrapped around his neck and the snitch still in your hand.
The raven haired male carried you out of the kitchen, planting messy kisses across your face as he skillfully climbed the stairs. At this point, you were blessing his years of quidditch for his strength. He all but kicked your door in, causing you to pull from the kiss, a laugh leaving your lips.
“Wanna kick in my window too? Hey, why don’t we burn my dad’s bed sheets next, hmm?” You squealed when Harry smacked your ass and basically threw you onto the bed.
“Keep up the attitude, brat, and I’ll fuck you over the desk.” He pointed to the brown wooden table in question. It was propped up right in front of your bedroom window for natural light. He shut the door to your bedroom just in case your fathers got home.
“Ooh please, Harry. We both know you don’t like sharing me and anyone could see.” You popped your leg up all dramatically, your head laying back and arm extended back too. The snitch had fallen from your hand at this point, leading it to roll across the bed.
“Alright, that’s it.” Harry reached out, grabbing your shirt and jerked you onto your feet. You didn’t even notice he pulled his wand out- probably to cast a silencing charm or something, but he was using it to magic the papers and quills and inkwells off your desktop. He pushed you to the desk, once again caging you against wood with his hand gripping the edge. He grabbed your chin with his fingers, his knee planted between your legs and grinding just right into your bulge. “I want you to strip for me, dolly. Nice and slow.”
His usual bright green eyes were dark with lust as he stared into yours. You grasped the bottom of your cotton shirt, slowly pulling it over your head to reveal the skin Harry’s wanted to touch since he arrived at your dark house. He licked his lips as his eyes grazed over the skin. His eyes stayed pinned against your hands as they traveled to the waistband of your black sweatpants. To his surprise, you weren’t wearing any boxers, leaving your hard on to slap against your pelvis. 
“Damn, hun.” He bit down on his lip, his hands going to your waist. “Godirc, you always manage to steal my breath away.” He looked at you with admiration, a side grin stretching across his face.
“Take my breath away.” You smirked, watching his grin falter. You kicked your pants away, smirking at him.
“What?”
“The saying is ‘take my breath away’. You said it wrong.”
“This is why I’m not letting you cum tonight.” His own smirk grew when yours died. You blinked a few times before a nervous laugh came out of your throat. 
“Wait, what?” 
Harry proceeded to flip you over while ignoring your complaint about the temperature of the desk, then bent you over the desk and pinned you by the back of your neck. You let out an involuntary moan at the roughness. Harry undid his belt, kinda, with one hand and struggled further with the button of his jeans. 
“Oh, for Merlins- fucking- come on!” The raven haired male let out a groan before pulling his hand away from your neck. “Don’t you dare move.” His hands fumbled with his jeans. “Stupid muggle clothes and stupid fucking muggle bel- Oh, got it.” 
At this point, you were craning your neck to look at him, your chin resting in the palm of your hand. It was clear by your smirk that you’d been watching him struggle and were enjoying it.
“Struggling there, babe?”
“I told you not to move.”
“Well, I was just checking out the view, Potter.” You couldn’t help but laugh when his cheeks turned bright red. “Aaw! I love seeing you blush, darling.”
“Shut it.” He grumbled out, trying not to smile at the complement. He grabbed your hair and pushed your cheek into the wood. “Do you wanna do this before your dads get home or am I gonna get blue balled by your cute flirting?” His free hand ran across your backside while you snorted.
“Fine, I’ll just keep my mouth shut.” You rolled your eyes, smiling back at him. You didn’t notice him lube up his fingers, but you did feel the cold slick finger enter you. “Cold!”
“Oh, sorry, love. Forgot to warn you.” Harry kissed your shoulder to make up for his mistake and began to move his finger, gently rubbing your walls. Your toes curled into the floor when the pad of his finger brushed against the button that usually had you sobbing his name before the finger pulled back.  
Your legs were already close to giving out when he pushed a second finger in right after. It’d been a while since you two had been intimate and damn was it showing. 
“Are you- Can I-?” Harry’s dick pulsed when you let out a particularly loud mewl of his name when his fingers hit your prostate again. He could’ve cried when you nodded your head and pushed your hips back. The raven haired male pulled his fingers free and didn’t hesitate to slide into you. His hands dug into your waist, a groan leaving his lips when his hips stuttered. “Tight-!” 
You melted into the desk when his hips met yours. You were practically drooling across the polished wood. Godric, it had been ffaarr too long. 
“You- ha- You should stop by more often.” You rested your chin against the desk, both of your hands were white knuckling the edge of the desk.
“Trust me, I will.” Harry spoke between chuckles. He leaned over your back, pressing his bare chest against your back. “I’m gonna move, ok?” Harry pulled back slowly, savoring how you felt before pushing back in just as slow. He swallowed thickly when you moaned. “Godric, I love the way you sound.” He kept the pace slow and deep, making sure to pause every once in a while to grind into you. His lips pressed against your shoulders, leaving a trail of burning kisses across your skin. 
Not long after, he began to move faster, his lips going straight to your ears while his hand moved south to the dripping wetness between your legs.
“Merlin, you always feel so good.” His voice had dropped a few octaves and sounded absolutely amazing in your ears. “I wanna do so much to you.” He let out a breathy laugh after you squeaked when his hand wrapped around your dick. “I just wanna-”
The raven haired male slapped a hand over your moaning mouth and immediately ceased the movements of his hips when he heard the floorboards below you creak. 
“(Y/n)! We’re home!” A familiar voice rang through the house. You looked out the window right in front of you. They must’ve drank some form of alcohol and used the floo because the muggle owned car Remus insisted on owning wasn’t in the parking space just outside. 
“Shit.” Harry mumbled, moving his hand away from your lips. “Answer ‘em, babe. I’m sure neither of them wants to see me balls deep in their son.” He couldn’t help but snicker when you smacked his chest.
“Welcome back! I’m in my room- Harry decided to stop by while you were gone!” You were praying to Merlin himself that what you two were doing wasn’t obvious.
“Ok! Have fun!” Remus called up the stairs. 
“I bet they're doing a lot more than playing wizard chess.” Sirius’ voice echoed through the house easily. “Ow! I thought you loved me!”
“Sirius, stop!”
“What? I was just being honest! Don’t you remember when we were in the dorm and you were gladly basically screaming my na-.”
“We can hear you!” You yelled out, your hands covering your ears. If your face wasn’t flushed before, it was now and Harry’s snickering did not help the situation a lick. There was a moment of silence before either of them spoke up again.
“Sorry boys!” 
You shifted on your feet while you pushed your forehead into the desk. Harry let out another soft chuckle, his hands rubbed up and down your back. 
“Do you wanna continue?”
“Does today end in a ‘y’?”
Harry snorted again before returning his lips to your ear and his hand crept over your mouth. 
“Better keep your mouth shut then, love. Would hate for them to see their precious baby boy taking cock like a champion.” He knew damn well you weren’t exactly good at holding your tongue. With that being your final warning, he started up again, his hips moving slow before quickly picking up speed. 
Harry let out a groan in your ear, loving how you shuddered and moaned into his palm when he angled his hips just right. He trailed his hot tongue across your neck before sucking a mark right at the base of your neck. 
Once again, your body turned to jello against the desk. You were teetering on the edge, your cock throbbing between your legs. You could tell by the way Harry bit down on your shoulder and how his hips twitched and stuttered between thrusts he was close too. 
Your jaw went slack when his dick hit your prostate head on, knocking you over the cliff you were already dangling on. Your moan was barely muffled by your boyfriend's palm but you didn’t really care. You knew your cum was making a mess on the floor, but that was just another too far away though in your skull. 
 Harry chased after his release and soon found it with a quiet grunt of your name. He rode out his high before collapsing on top of you. 
“Merlin’s beard, Harry. When did you get so heavy?” You let out a tired laugh, your hand going through you sweat soaked hair. You’d have to take another shower. 
“When you forced me to try out for quidditch.” Harry rolled his eyes and pulled out of you slowly. He picked you off the desk and laid you across your bed. “Did you have a good time?” He asked as he crawled in, laying next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your chest. 
“Oh, no, babe. Worst sex of my life.” Sarcasm dripped out of you like honey as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. You pulled your wand out from under your pillow and used a quick cleaning charm on the desk and wooden floor before magic-ing the softest blanket from your collection over you.
“Hey, don’t be a jerk.” Harry pinched your hip before glancing up at you. He smiled at your half asleep state and let out a chuckle. “Go to sleep.” 
“No, I’m no-” You got interrupted by a yawn, “Ok, ok, sleep sounds nice.” You held onto Harry tighter before reaching over to gently take off his glasses, fold the legs in and set them on your bedside table. “Only if you sleep too.”
“What about your dads?”
“Judging by the creaking of the bed in the room across the hall, I think we’re good.”
“Ew.”
“It gets worse on their anniversary.” You smirked at how Harry’s face scrunched up in disgust.
“Ew, ew, no. Stop.”
“Oh yeah! I could tell you stories!” You laughed out.
“Please don’t!” Harry pressed his nose into your collarbone, trying to hide from your dirty smirk as you went on to tell him stories, despite his yells of protest. While you went on to torture the raven haired male, you didn’t notice the snitch sitting perfectly between the legs of the hand made lion plushie from your old blanket.
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Querencia (prequel)
A/N: I haven’t written anything in this format in so long, so I hope it’s okay! Someone once asked me to write a prequel to my previous work “Querencia”, so I finally got around to it (after like 2 years rip dfghjk)
[!you don’t have to read both of these parts to understand either one!]
genre: optional bias (male) x reader (female), fluff, explaining how they ended up together, a tiny bit of smut but it’s marked so you can skip if you want, badboy!bias, nerd/shy!reader, her parents are kinda judgemental (only mentioned), secret relationship?, this is an absolute train wreck lmao
words: ~5.2 k
(H/N means “his name”)
ok strap in for this…every time I write a badboy!au I lose a piece of my sanity
basically you used to go to the same school as him
but that’s the only association you had with him because you never actually talked to him in school
he was known to be a “bad boy”
not as in being a horrible person but rather…
he liked to challenge teachers/adults when he didn’t agree with them
and they couldn’t do much because he ended up having pretty decent grades and most of the time his arguments were valid
you had heard your fair share of stories about him
of him getting into a fight with the captain of the football team
apparently, he had stood up for a girl because said captain tried to take advantage of her at a party when she was drunk
you remember being lowkey impressed but didn’t condone violence either way
so, at the same time you were kind of intimidated by him
there were other stories circulating around
of him hooking up with half the school
in quite inappropriate places if I may add
but no one really knew what was the truth tbh
not that it really mattered to you
you were a typical good-girl-nerd-kinda person and so was your friend group
which meant you weren’t even paying attention to him half of the time
plus you thought you’d never see him again after graduating from school
until sooner or later you wouldn’t be given any other choice
because when you walked into your first ever university lecture, he was there
literally one row in front of you???
you were shook because apparently he was studying the same subject as you??
he had even more tattoos and piercings now
one tattoo covered almost the whole front of his neck
he had black boots on and his pants were ripped at the knees
and obviously he had to be wearing a leather jacket
not that you were staring at him (yes you were)
frankly you thought he looked hot
great it’s your first day and you’re already failing to pay attention
and then he turned his head a little and smirked at you???
suddenly you loved looking at your professor and not him
but since you hadn’t paid attention you were left with questions after the lecture
unfortunately the professor was gone before you could ask them
and your social awkwardness made it hard for you to just start talking to a random stranger
so when he go up and made his way to the end of the seats he had to walk past you
“HEy I have a question” you blurted out when he was at your level
the fact that he was so relaxed talking to you made you even more stressed
and he helped you luckily
then, before he could say anything else but the answer to your question, you had escaped the conversation
because perhaps you still found him a little intimidating
but when you walked out of the hall, he quickly caught up to you
“Hold on, do I know you? You seem familiar” he asked
so you had no choice but to explain to him that you went to school together
he was actually really polite to you
but you had sworn yourself education would come first for you, boys second
so you got out of that situation as quickly as possible
the next two weeks you saw him at lectures but always kept out of his way
he said hello a few times and you would nod and smile shyly
within days he had collected a bunch of girls that often sat with him
you guessed he was staying true to his reputation after all
then one day you were in the lovely park behind your university building because you had a break between lectures
you had brought old bread to feed the ducks in the little pond
but suddenly they all swam away from you, over to the other side of the pond
and you couldn’t BELIEVE
he was sitting there, throwing pieces of his perfectly fine sandwich to the ducks all while putting on an extra holy expression
so you went over to fight (not literally lmao)
he greeted you by saying “The ducks made you stop avoiding me?”
you were shook because how did he even notice
“What? You don’t have enough girl-attention yet?” you said
“Not from pretty girls like you” he said
you must have given him a severely disgusted look because he quickly changed his flirty expression
“What made you avoid me? Did I ever say something wrong to you?” he asked
“No you didn’t…you just don’t seem like the crowd I’d hang out with” you confessed
“Wow, I didn’t take you for the judgmental kind” he said
and he looked pretty upset actually??
“I don’t think you’re a bad person” you said
“But I’m home at least by 9 pm every night to study, my parents look at me like I’m a saint, I’ve never been in a relationship and I get nervous when someone as much as raises their voice at me…you strike me as the complete opposite of all those things” you added
without missing a beat, he asked “Don’t they say opposites attract?”
you realized maybe you really had written him off too soon…or perhaps you had worried that he would take your attention off your studies too much
which wouldn’t have been surprising considering how your first lecture with him had gone
and from then on you tried to be nicer to him
sometimes he voluntarily came to sit next to you in class
you didn’t understand why
because you barely spoke to him due to being awkward and when you did you felt like he judged you for being so shy
he had a way with words and within days you found yourself thinking of him more
his stupidly handsome features, tattooed knuckles and pierced eyebrow…it all attracted you maybe a little too much
it was terrifying to you…how he talked to you so easily and already you were eating right off his spoon
what if he was only playing around and you were nothing but a toy girl to him
but then you cursed yourself for saying that…he said he wasn’t a bad person and you were going to believe so unless he proved himself otherwise
spoiler: that never happened
one autumn night you walked out of university after class, it was dark already and pouring rain
you realized you had forgotten your umbrella at home…but you had to walk there by foot…absolutely fantastic
so you pulled your hood over your head and braced yourself to get completely soaked within seconds
suddenly you heard a voice behind you
“Let me bring you home” he said
“No worries, I’m fine” you tried to tell him
“Come on. You said you live twenty minutes from here. If you get on my motorbike I’ll get you home within a few minutes” he said
you were like “Motorbike??”
“Yeah, come on, it’s over there” he said, and he walked ahead of you
basically he didn’t really give you time to argue
when you didn’t follow him right away, he turned around and gave you a look
“You’ll only get a cold if you walk home in this weather” he said
although your parents had drilled into you the idea that motorbikes were dangerous, you went with him after all
he offered you his spare helmet and you put it on
but you were struggling to close it
so he helped you
he was focused on the helmet, but you were staring at him just because you could
his hair was completely soaked by now and water drops were running down his black leather jacket
he had a habit of biting the inside of his cheek when he was concentrating
and with his hands almost on your face, it was the closest he’s ever been to you
it made you weirdly nervous tbh
but before you knew it he had closed the helmet and told you to get onto the motorcycle behind him
“Hold on to the back of the bike or to me” he said
you were surprised at how he didn’t urge you to touch him
and at first you held on to the tail of the motorcycle but the moment you hit a speed bump you changed your mind QUICKLY
your arms swung around his waist tightly and you felt his chest move when he chuckled
like he had said, it only took a few minutes to get you home, and you told him the way there
and surprisingly you really liked being on the motorcycle???
you had thought you’d be scared but it felt amazing
except for how freezing cold the wind was on your wet cheeks ☹
shortly before you pulled up in your street you told him
“You should let me get off a little earlier…my mom will kill me if she sees me on a motorbike”
he didn’t argue but stopped two houses before yours
you felt like the rain had gotten even worse so you really didn’t have time for big words
you quickly thanked him and he gave you his famous smirk before you ran home as quickly as possible
when you had reached the front door you turned his way and he was still there, making sure you got inside
looking at him there, in the downpour in his cool jacket and on his motorcycle, your cheeks involuntarily got hotter
when you got into your room that night and checked your phone, you had one new message on Instagram
you opened it and it was from him???
“Take a warm shower or you’ll be sick tomorrow” it said
he must had sent it seconds after you had entered your house before he had driven away
he really became a bigger mystery to you from one day to the other
because you had no idea what all of this meant???
maybe you should have gotten the hint way earlier
but you didn’t really know the first thing about dating so how were you supposed to know?
but then around two weeks later something else occurred
again, you had class until the early evening
on this specific day, your university was hosting a party for the new students
technically, you would have fallen into that group of new students
but you weren’t one for partying and after being in class for hours on end, all you wanted was to crawl into your bed and rest
so when your course had ended you made your way out of the university building
and you could tell the party had already started because of the music playing
plus there were people all over the place
some were already drunk…you would have been surprised but also this was university after all
you quickly stepped out onto the street and began walking in the direction of your home
from somewhere, you suddenly heard voices
they were making gross noises, as if calling a cat, and asking “sweetheart, do you have a minute?”
when you turned your head, you saw a group of (most certainly) drunk men-boys goggling at you
and because you didn’t slow down or even react to them, they walked after you
you told yourself they would leave you alone if you only walked far enough from the bus station they had waited at
but inside your pocket you clenched your keys between your knuckles
all of a sudden, something touched your shoulders
you almost had a heart attack and raised your hand out of your pocket
“You didn’t wait for me” H/N said from next to you
he placed his infamous leather jacket around your frame and swung an arm around your shoulder
you were about to tell him he had scared the living hell out you
but he was only glaring at the disgusting guys behind you
“I suggest you go home and sleep it off. And learn to take a hint from a girl when she’s this visibly uninterested” he said
the enraged stare he sent to the group of young men made even you feel slightly uneasy
but it worked…they distanced themselves from you if only hesitantly and with a clearly pissed off attitude
“Thank you” you said and were about to give him back his jacket
“Nothing to thank me for. And I gave you that because your sweater looks really thin. Keep it for now” he said
you were taken aback…as always
“Why aren’t you driving your motorbike today?”
“I am, but it’s parked around the corner here. Want me to drive you home?” he asked
and he gave the look again
which look you may ask
the one in which he stared at your eyes and then at your lips…and then your eyes…and then your lips
and his lips were so pretty
“You know what I want?” you asked, “I wanna know if there’s anything you want from me”
he furrowed his brows in confusion
“Why are you always being like this to me?” you went on
“Are you trying to get into my pants?” you blurted out
and then instantly regretted it  
especially when he said “Do I really seem like that kind of person?”
“I’ve heard stories about you…” you said
“What kind of stories?” he asked
“Of you hooking up with half of our school back then” you said
he laughed???
and then said “And does it matter how many people I’ve had sex with?”
“It makes me think that’s what you want from me, too. And if that’s the case, I’ll have to disappoint you” you said
“Jesus, Y/N. I want to date you” he said
when I say you were shocked it would be an understatement
hot-tattooed-bad-boy wanted to date you??
and you must have signaled those exact words just by your expression
because he said “I’m telling you again, opposites attract. Don’t you at least wanna give it a try?”
of course you wanted to
“Alright…but I’ve never done this before” you said
“We’ll take it slow, I promise” he said
and then “That means I can finally tell you how goddamn adorable you are”
was it gonna be like this forever??? he compliments you and you feel like your cheeks are on fire???
probably
“I’ll bring you home, come on” he said, swinging his arm around your shoulder again
even this gesture made you shy
you didn’t even know how to respond
and this time, being behind him on the motorbike felt like a whole new sensation
now you were close to him, knowing he wanted you there as much as you did…
and it 100% made you scream on the inside
when he dropped you off, you didn’t know if you were supposed to hug him???
you awkwardly handed him his jacket back
“So, where are we going on our first date?” he asked
“First date?” you asked
“Yeah…people who date usually go on dates, don’t they?” he teased you
“Um…what about the cinema?” you suggested
“Fine, let’s see what they’re showing and I’ll text you, okay?” he said
and he texted you remotely fifteen minutes after you had arrived at home that night
so you went to the cinema the next day
before the date, you were essentially losing your mind
what were you supposed to wear??
would he care what you wore??
but even if he didn’t, you wanted to look pretty
your anxiety was kind of going through the roof for hours before he even arrived
he had picked you up, somehow looking even hotter than usually??
or maybe those were just your hormones going insane
“You look beautiful” he said when you had climbed onto the motorbike behind him
“And you look handsome” you had replied
his smile had a faint shyness in it, but only for the blink of a second
at the cinema, you weren’t sure how to act differently around a crush than when you were with friends tbh
did you want to hold his hand?? hell yeah
did you do it?? absolutely not
did you want to point out obsessed you were with his body art?? most certainly
did you?? oh no way, you weren’t gonna expose yourself like that (yet)
luckily, he was easy to talk to and had the patience of a saint
he grinned at you when you would become shy, as if it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing EVER to you, especially in front of him
he also probably called you cute like 13 times whilst you were waiting for the movie to begin alone
in the dark, your hands brushed whenever you both reached for the popcorn at the same time
when you looked over at him, he was chuckling
“Are you doing that on purpose?” he whispered
“No way!” you whispered back
“No? I am” he said
you didn’t even know how to respond to that
but he seemed very pleased with himself when he tilted his head at you flirtingly
were there supposed to be this many butterflies in your belly at only your first date?
what have I gotten myself into??? you thought
afterwards you walked back to his motorcycle, shoulders brushing now and then
you were in the middle of analyzing every second of the film you had watched, gesturing around in the air and talking excitedly
he leaned against his motorbike and grinned at you in pure admiration while he listened
mid-sentence you suddenly said “Sorry, did I get too invested in this? Do you wanna bring me home now?”
“What? No, if anything I wanna listen to you for another few hours” he said “Do you wanna come back to my place?”
you didn’t know if he was flirting or joking again, but his face was serious
plus you weren’t sure what ‘coming back to his place’ really intended
and once again his sense for reading your mind struck
“I’m not talking about having sex, if that’s why you look so worried. This is only our first date, remember? If you simply don’t feel like it, that’s cool, I’ll bring you home” he said
“No, I want to go with you” you quickly changed your mind “But I have to be home by midnight, or my parents will worry”
“I’ll get you back home by then” he said, smiling in triumph
his flat impressed you in a couple of ways
you admired that he already lived alone
plus it was so much more organized and cleaner than you had expected it from a college boy
his bedroom was your favorite part of the apartment
there was no doubt it was his and only his place
posters of his favorite films were plastered on the walls, his bedsheets were dark, a neon sign hung above the headboard of his bed and in the corner, a vinyl player stood
you loved the windowsill that gave you a view out of the fifth-floor flat and had the impulse to sit down there, to watch the cars pass by on the street underneath
“make yourself at home” he had said
and somehow you had ended up on his bed, right next to him
he let you rest your head on his arm while he listened to you
not only did you discuss the movie you had seen
you also talked about literally anything either of you loved
and you realized quickly, that aside from the different way of living, you had surprisingly many things in common
he put on his favorite plate on the vinyl player so you could listen to the music he loved
when he laid down next to you again, he offered his open arms
for the first time, you put your cheek against his chest, listening not only to the music but also his heartbeat
you remember liking his cologne and how warm he was
“I’ve never been so close to someone who wasn’t my friend or family” you admitted quietly
“Does it feel different?” he asked
“Of course” you said
did he not realize???
how your heart hammered against your ribcage and butterflies were flooding your belly and how there was only him in your head and his stupid cute smile and his tattoos and piercings and deep voice and ohmygodhisvoice
but when you looked up from his chest and checked his expression, he looked equally as fond as you felt
“Being with you feels different from being with other girls to me, too” he said
“It feels so much better” he added then
“What do you see in me that you don’t see in them?” you asked suddenly
“I have to admit, at first I thought it was cute, teasing you and seeing you get shy, well, I guess it still is. I liked the idea of getting to know someone with such a completely different image, so sweet and good” he said
and as he did, he softly brushed his hand over your lip
you thought you were going to have a heart attack
“But damn you’re so funny and kind…how can I not want you this way?” he said
and he looked so honest, almost vulnerable, a sight you never thought you’d see
“In which way?” you asked
“In every way” he said
and with one look, he erased all fears you’d had about him and how he might have felt about you
suddenly you understood why people went on dates all the time and searched for love…
at some point you realized how it was past midnight already
he drove you home quickly, and luckily you didn’t get into too much trouble with your parents
this time when he dropped you off, he gave you a hug that made you want to stay in his arms forever
from then on, your feelings could only get worse and you were stressed about what it would do to you
you thought your crush was bad then?? it was nothing
within the next weeks, you fell head over heels for the cliché bad boy and there was no way to stop it
you had told him you didn’t want to prioritize a relationship over your education
so 90% of your dates ended up being study dates
although he was the biggest distraction in your life, this way you at least got a little something done
usually, it went a little like this:
you’d be sitting down at a library table, with him across from you
your head would be buried in a book within minutes, only occasionally looking up at him
and he’d be busy telling you all things he could possibly come up with:
“Have I ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are? I know, even if you’re not looking at me”
“There’s a really cute girl here, but she’s ignoring me. Do you think she likes me too?”
“Hey, do you wanna go out with me sometime, like…on a date? A real date?”
“You know what other people do at the library? There’s an empty space way in the back, I can show you…”
yes sometimes he’d say suggestive things to you
but they were jokes, simply a part of his character
he never pressured you to do anything
even your first kiss took a while to occur
it was one night when he brought you home from a date (this time a real one)
when you said your goodbyes, you suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of affection
his eyes were so warm and only on you, always
softly, his tongue swept over his bottom lip, teeth toying with his piercing
“Can you kiss me?” you asked
something sparked in his eyes…he had won even more of your trust, and rightfully so
his fingers gently lifted your chin, and you always thought you’d be nervous through your first kiss, but no…it was serenity
it was butterflies peacefully floating and fireworks going off all at the same time
had you known how good this felt, you would have asked him to kiss you way earlier tbh
the whole evening until you fell asleep you couldn’t stop smiling
and you liked to think even in slumber, the corners of your mouth had been curled upwards because of him
from then on, kissing him had turned into your favorite pastime
it was especially bad when you tried to have “study dates” at his place
90% of the time, your studying turned into making out with him
oh? you’re taking a break and getting a glass of water from the kitchen? oops now you’re on his sofa, sitting in his lap and kissing
the way he handled you with such confidence and made flirty remarks all the way through your make-out-sessions only reminded you of his experience
sometimes you felt bad, knowing he was holding himself back
other days you wished he wasn’t so hesitant with touching you less innocently
but sometimes you did stop him, if his hands wandered a little too far down your torso, or if things seemed to get too steamy
he would always apologize, even if you told him there was nothing wrong
but his confidence made you feel more comfortable with every time you were in his arms
!!!SMUT AHEAD IN ITALICS
one day you were in the middle of watching a movie on his bed
but all you had been thinking of were his lips and hands
when you kissed him, things quickly turned more intense
only this time you asked him to go further
initially, he was worried
“I wish I could make this more special for you” he said
“If it’s with you, it’s perfect, no matter where and when” you assured him
the first time, he was the most gentle he’s ever been with you
because he had never pressured you and you had chosen this exact moment yourself, you weren’t even close to as nervous as you thought you’d be
and from then on, you only became more comfortable when it came to sex
you could tell he loved showing you and trying new things with you
and before you knew it, he was actually showing you that empty space at the back of the library he had joked about
usually, you were hesitant to do anything risky in public
but when it was late and the library was nearing closing hours, it was almost fully vacant
he could never get enough of your innocent eyes while your lips were wrapped around his cock, kneeling on the carpet floor of the university library in front of him
he’d never get over when he fucked you from behind, two of his fingers in your mouth, muffling your moans while you were hidden behind the bookshelves
other nights he’d show up outside of your house in the middle of the night, just because he missed you so much
*cough* querencia *cough*
there was something about nighttime that made you feel as if you were the only two people in the world
then it would be him and you in his bed, on his kitchen counter, his sofa, his shower or any random wall of his apartment
now you might have understood why the girls loved him
but they didn’t love him the way you did
!!!SMUT ENDING
he loved showing you off to his friends
some of them looked equally as intimidating as him
but as you had learned, most of that was simply looks and wasn’t to be taken seriously
when you hung out with his friends, he had you sitting in his lap, usually bragging about something you had done or said to him
you were like his personal, pretty gem and he was making sure everyone knew
and as much as he wanted you to be known to his friends, you wished you could have told your parents about him
one day, they would understand how much you loved him
they would be able to look past his tattoos and pierced skin and see how amazing he was
but for now, he was your little secret
every night, he sent you a goodnight text right before you went to sleep
sometimes he’d attach a picture of himself
in his pajamas, with messy hair and heavy eyelids, even he looked almost cute to you
other nights, when he was still out, it’d be a mirror selfie, with his hair pushed back perfectly, lifting his head so you’d see your favorite tattoo of his on his neck
his clothes pitch black and shirt lazily tucked into his belt on one side
his eyes would have the cocky gaze you knew from when you first met him
only now it was only meant for you
his message would read:
“I love you angel. See you in your dreams”
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jeonjk1998 · 5 years ago
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Be Mine | Jungkook
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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: college!au jock!au goldenboy!au quarterback!au piercing!au fluff!au smut!au angst!au
Wordcount: 3886 words
Summary: Jungkook has always been the confident famous hot jock in your school but everything stared to change when he met you
Notes: I know my English sucks pls bare with me! Anyways I hope this could turn into a real fic someday lol and it would be an honour if anyone is willing to take the idea to write this and if you do so PLS TAG ME
Masterlist
Jeon Jungkook, the famous starplayer aka the quarterback
Not to mention, the sexy hot jock that every girl would drop their panties for
And let’s not talk about his well-built muscular body and that perfectly good looks of his
Has a shit tons of friends, he can easily befriend with literally everybody, lot’s of admirers as well
Also, he is not that typical kind of a fuckboy who sleeps around and he definitely wasn’t trying to get his dick wet at any possible chance
You cannot imagine how crowded the stadium would be because of the people who went to see him play whenever he has a game
You, however was the opposite, you love books and quiet places
Ngl, you are incredibly beautiful but you tend to keep a low profile at the most possible ways
Sure, you have always heard about the famous Jeon Jungkook here and there ever since you stepped foot in this campus
The guy’s name was literally everywhere, it’s like wherever you go, you could hear people talking about him, especially the girls
For instance, like how good is he in bed and how big his dick is or how hot he is
You’d admit, the guy is very attractive but you just don’t like the attention too much
Well, back at your previous High School, you were quite the famous girl and honestly? You don’t like the attention that much
Sure, everyone loves you but you always feel much better alone so you decided to have a fresh start at your new school
Not to mention, you could never really get used to how much your friends was OBSESSED with Jungkook
All the gossips and dirt, like who he slept with during the party or which Cheerleaders has he hooked up with during the game
It was funny to you because you sure have never seen them so hyped up before
And there’s also one thing you never realize up until now is that you actually have quite a number of close friends that were also in Jungkook’s friends group
Like Jennie, you guys met back in your previous High School when you were dating this guy who also is one of her friends and you guys then just get along very well
As for Jimin, who is one of the jocks in Jungkook’s group which you met while taking French classes
Well, you guys practically hang out after every class because why not? He’s fun and he loves hanging out with you
Also Namjoon, you met the guy when you first started to work at the library
Honestly? He might look quite terrifying when he’s not smiling but you swear once you started to get to know to him, he really is just a total sweetheart and also clumsy
You love spending time and sharing your interests with him because you guys literally have so many things in common
It’s not a surprise that you can get along with people easily because you were quite sociable back then
You have always been a very sweet and kind person and that’s the reason why you are so loved in your previous High School
It all started one day when Jungkook went to the library which he has never once stepped foot in to meet up with his friends
And the moment when he saw you, YOU, he swears that he feels like his world has been brightened up
He has never seen such a beautiful smile in his entire life before, and so he was lovestruck
The guy who was once full of self-confidence was gone
It usually wasn’t that hard for him to approach girls but everything was different when it comes to you
He was so nervous and afraid that he’d make a bad impression if he’d just use his pick-up line to flirt with you like he did to all the girls
So from that day onwards, he would always go to the library when he doesn’t have his practice just to see you or maybe talk to you one day
Oh god, he even volunteered himself for Namjoon to let him work at the library so he could make an excuse and talk to you
But no way Namjoon is letting him off the hook so easily because he knew that Jungkook doesn’t have the time for stuff like these
Not to mention, he even tried to get Jennie to hook you up with him
You remember there was this one time when you were at the class hall, ready to have your biology class and out of your surprised, you saw Jungkook sat down beside you and you swear he did not have to major in biology?
What’s worse is that the class hall then started to fill up with lots of people and you swear you have never seen the place so crowded before
The teacher was even surprised but more impressed because of the situation “I do hope all of you came for my class because you wanted to, not because of any other reasons”
What’s weird is that you have been seeing Jungkook around more than usual because honestly, you never really saw the guy before
But now? He’s like everywhere, especially the library and all thanks to him the place became crowded in just a few days
Ngl, your friends were all like “Oh my god! you’re so lucky!” “You should’ve told us!” “He’s super hot isn’t he?”
It was kinda funny the way they were exaggerating because honestly? You didn’t really care that much
I mean obviously, a guy like him is way out of your league so you never really pay much attention to him
On the other hand, Jungkook practically begged Jimin to introduce you to him when he saw both of you were talking and laughing at the cafeteria
Tbh, he was a little jealous because of how close you and Jimin are but he knew there was nothing going on between the both of you
And FINALLY, after 8492736 years, Jungkook was finally been able to meet you officially when Jimin decided to bring you along with him to meet his friends
Well, you already knew Namjoon, Jimin and Jennie so it wasn’t hard for you to get along with all of them
Jungkook, especially was a total sweetheart and flirty too
You never knew the guy was actually fun to hang around because of your stupid stereotypes of his
And now, Jungkook finally has an excuse to go to the library to see you “Honestly, I hate books, I literally rent everything in the library just so I could talk to you”
And whenever you came over to the field? Jungkook would get all tensed up and try to impress you
Like purposely doing extra push-ups or one-arm pushups to get your attention, showing you he has been working out
It obviously made you look at him by all the screaming you heard from the girls
Or he’d suddenly get all serious during practice even though most of the time he would fool around with the guys
He wanted to impress you with a more manly side of him
It worked honestly, he’s Jeon Jungkook, who wouldn’t fall for his charms?
Ever since you started to hang out with his friends, he has gotten so much teasing whenever you’re around
But it just made him wanted to be more confident and loose around you
Honestly, the guy is such a dream, you never knew you could be attracted to him so easily
After all, you could never get sick of his stupid cheesy pick-up line and gosh, it made you flutter so much
“There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can’t take them off you”
“Sorry, but you owe me a drink because when I looked at you, I dropped mine”
“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I pass by again?”
You swear you have never gotten so attracted to anyone like that before and you knew you fucked up
It's not easy to have a crush someone like him because of how different the both of you are
It’s obvious that Jungkook has lots of admirers and pretty girls hanging around him and you’re just you
It makes you feel so stupid that sometimes you’d catch yourself getting upset when he’s hanging out with the girls from Cheerleading
You feel so guilty feeling this way because he’s just hanging around with his friends, it’s not like he’s your boyfriend or something
And then there was this girl, Yooa from the Cheerleading team who always clings herself onto Jungkook whenever he’s around
What makes it worse is that you knew she has slept with Jungkook for a few times
She’s pretty and hot which most of the guys in the school were crazy about her
What you don’t know is that Jungkook stops sleeping around ever since the both of you started hanging out
And God, you have no idea how crazy the guy is for you
He literally talks about you ALL THE TIME
His friends would always tease him whenever he started to talk about you “Damn bro, you’re so whipped for her” “Man, she totally got you wrapped around her little finger”
Whenever you’re around, it would simply brighten up his days
He’d have that goofy lovestruck smile hanging on his face whenever he talks about you “I guess I found the girl of my dreams”
And everyone around him knew he was damned
He wanted to make you his so bad but he’s afraid you’ll reject him
His friends would hype him up and tell him that he doesn’t have to worry about a thing because they know for sure that you wouldn’t reject him
After so many bro talks, he decides to confess to you and GOD, he swears he’s never been this nervous before, not even before a game
He told you to meet him after his practice and he almost forgot to get you the roses that he has ordered a week before he wanted to confess to you and so he quickly ran out and went to pick it up
The moment he saw you standing there, he knew he couldn’t wait any much longer
You’re like the most perfect girl he’s ever seen
“Y/N, I like you, I can’t hold back my feelings for you any much longer now, you have no idea how much you’re affecting me now, you made me feel so many things that I have never felt before and I love the way you make me feel when I’m around you and it’s crazy because when I first met you, I’d never known that I could fell so hard for you. Will you be mine?”
You were blushing so hard that you swear your heart was snatched away for a second, you were just so nervous that you can’t even speak
But it was so obvious that you look so fluttered and wanted to say yes
Jungkook then chuckles when he saw how cute you were “So that’s a yes?”
Ever since you and Jungkook started dating, he has been the sweetest and most loving boyfriend ever
He’d give you all of his attention whenever you ask for him
He would look at you like you’re the only girl that exists in this world, there was just so much affection in his eyes
You love the way he makes you feel like you’re out of this world “If I had a star for every time you’ve brightened my day, I’ll be holding up a galaxy”
You absolutely LOVE it when he wrapped his muscular arm around you with his huge body topping over you
Honestly, it felt safe to be in his arms and you love the way he smells
The guy is so whipped for you that he couldn’t stop touching you whenever you’re around him
He would always grab the opportunity to kiss you when he got the chance
He knew you don’t like the attention so he would try his best to behave himself
And GOD, he absolutely loves the feeling of your lips on his
He could literally make out with you all-day
He doesn’t even care if anyone would saw the two of you almost fuck each other in school
He couldn’t care less as long as you’re with him
Ngl, the guy loves leaving hickeys on your neck because he told you he wanted to let people know that you only belonged to him
And he would get so upset whenever you try to cover it up
What’s more embarrassed is that he would show off his hickey to literally all of his friends after you guys make out
And not to mention that he gets dirtier with his stupid pick up line which you find it hard to resist
“For some reason, I was feeling a little off today, but when you came along, you definitely turned me on”
“Are you an elevator? Because I’ll go up and down on you”
“Are your legs made of Nutella? Because I’d love to spread them”
Sex with Jungkook was in another level
GOD, that man really knows what he’s doing, his stamina was no joke at all
It turns you on so much when he talks dirty to you
“Fuck, I want you so bad”
“God, you’re so sexy, it's hard to believe you're mine sometimes.”
“You like that cock deep inside of you?”
You have no idea how much it turns him on just seeing the look on your face when he was cock deep inside of you
There are so many times when he wanted to tell you that he loves you but he’s just too afraid to ruin what you guys already have
Despite all of that, it sometimes would still bother you whenever you saw girls drooling over your boyfriend, especially the girls from Cheerleading
You’d always heard them talks about Jungkook in a way it actually disgusts you and it made you feel so uncomfortable about it
Jungkook knew something was up, he tries to talk to you about it but you wouldn’t say anything which made him worried
When you decide to tell him about it, he’d just stare at you with the goofiest smile ever and it just made you so confused
“What is it so funny?” “Nothing, I just like how protective you are about me”
He wanted to give you his jersey for as long as he could remember and now, he finally has the excuse to give it to you
He told you to wear it whenever you came to see him so people would stop talking about him when you’re around
The first time when he saw you wearing his jersey, he couldn’t stop smiling while he was at the practice
You swear his coach almost asked you to leave because of how much you’re distracting Jungkook
Honestly, he loves to see you wearing his jersey, it would help in boosting his ego and make him feel more confident about himself
He would even purposely hurt himself just so he could hang out with you when he saw you came over to see him practice
He would be such a baby asking for your kisses, saying it would heal him “Baby, pls kiss it better, one kiss, that’s all it takes”
Even though he’s a tough guy, he’s just desperate for your attention
You remember when you brought Jungkook back on Christmas, everyone was so hyped up about you finally having a boyfriend
You couldn’t even forget how your big your sister’s eye grew when she first saw Jungkook as she mouthed a big WOW and HE’S SO HOT to you
Your mum even ask where did you even find such a handsome young man in your school
Even your Dad adores him, he’d tell you about how great the guy is
Honestly, you have no idea what did Jungkook told your Dad to make him like him so much
Most of the guy you brought back, your Dad was never fond of any one of them
“Seriously, what did you do?” Every time you asked Jungkook about it, he would just laugh it off and say that it’s because no one can resist his charms
Talk about the first time you met Jungkook’s parent, you were so nervous and you were so scared to mess it up
And it turns out that you actually have nothing to be worried about
Both of them are so sweet and kind, you really enjoyed talking to them, especially with Jungkook’s Mom
She was so nice and fun, sometimes she would even call you and ask if you’re doing okay or when are you free so she could have a mother-daughter time with you
You even remember there was this time when Jungkook’s 5 years old cousin came over
He would be so excited to see you and tell you about his day and about how Jungkook would bully him when you’re not around
It still makes you laugh when you think about it, Jungkook got so fed up whenever he came over, especially when you’re around
He knew the little guy has a crush on you and he would even sometimes threaten Jungkook that he’ll marry you when he grows up
Jungkook doesn’t really want you to come over when the kid was around because there was this one time when he saw Jungkook was hugging you, it made him cry so bad that it made Jungkook’s Mum got mad at him
“I swear if he cries one more time, I’m gonna throw him into the trash” You swear Jungkook looks so cute when he was pissed and it made you wanted to kiss him
But boy was you so wrong, one kiss and you’re already naked under him
You remember so well there was this one night when you came over to Jungkook’s apartment
You guys were supposed to watch a movie together but ended up eating each other’s out on the couch
And then it happened, he told you he loves you
You didn’t know what to do so you left him
You were so scared and confused, you like him, you do, but it all just happened so fast
But all you can think of is that guys just dated and you really don’t want to ruin anything the both of you have right now
Jungkook could literally feel his heart was torn into pieces the moment you left him
There’s so much going on in his mind right now, he doesn’t understand why would you leave him like that?
He doesn’t need you to say it back, he loves you and that’s all that matters
The way you reacted, how you just left him feeling like a fool made him got really mad
God, you feel so bad and you wanted to make it up to him the next day to find out that he’s ignoring you
You even try to talk to your friends about it and they were all mad at you “Y/N! Why you’d runway like that!” “C’mon, the guy is obviously head over heels for you!” “You’re crazy”
After getting so many scolding from your friend, you then head to the field to see if Jungkook is there, ready to apologise to him
You then decided to wait for him at the bleachers when you saw he was at the field doing laps
He definitely saw you but he didn’t come over to you like he used to
There was literally no emotion on his face when he saw you, it breaks your heart to see him like that
You’ve been waiting for an hour and you knew he wasn’t going to come up until you left
You then decided that you’d just come another time when he’s ready to talk to you
When you were about to leave, you heard some of the juniors from the soccer team were mumbling something about Jungkook hasn’t been performing well these days
You were worried about him which you decided to head over the locker room and talk to the guys
They told you about how fucked up Jungkook has been for the past few days and that he’s been slacking off on the field pretty much all the time
They say that he hasn’t been his best lately
Jungkook didn’t rest for days, he kept going to the gym or doing laps on the field or continue to practice even when coach is not around
He never told the guys what happened between you guys so they’d just assume that the both of you had broken up
Usually, all of them would wait for Jungkook because they are all worried sick of him
But since you’re here, they decided to leave and let the both of you talk
You’ve been waiting in the locker room for god knows how long, it’s almost midnight and he’s not even back yet
You were about to go and check on him when you heard the door slam open
You didn’t know what to do so you went around the locker and hide yourself
You swear you feel like slapping the shit out of yourself
Why are you hiding? You wanted to talk to him but why are you hiding?
That’s when you heard Jungkook ruffles something from his locker
He then sat down on the bench and took his phone out
You then saw your name appear on his phone screen and he was just staring at it
He wanted to call you so bad but he was afraid to face you, what if you rejected him? He wasn’t ready to take that risk at all
That’s the reason why he was avoiding you
You then heard he was sobbing?
God, it breaks your heart to see him cry, he looks so vulnerable right now and you don’t even know what should you do anymore
You then took your phone out and you decided to call him
He immediately answered his phone the moment he saw you calling
“Jungkook, turn around...”
When he saw you his eyes softened, he missed you and god you have no idea how much he has missed you
You can’t help yourself and tears started to roll down your cheeks as you rush to hug him
You keep apologising to him and tell him how sorry you are
“Baby please don’t cry, at least not for me”
You were crying so much that you can’t even speak properly “No! I-It’s my fault! It’s all my fault and I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to just run off like that, I-” He then shush you up and places a kiss on top of your head
“Hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to say it back, I just wanted to let you know that I love you and that’s all that matters, you’re all that matters to me, alright?” He said and kisses the palm of your hand
And that’s when you realise you have fallen in love with this guy standing in front of you way before he told you he loves you
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sasukelore · 4 years ago
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so for the celebration of the BEST BOY™️ in the series (itachi) may i please get some headcanons for itachi with a very shy s/o but their very touched starved (sfw & nsfw). THANK YOU!! (p.s ily and your writing sm!!💓💞💕💘💖💗💓💕)
Itachi Uchiha with a shy and touched starved S/O headcanons SFW&NSFW
Request: so for the celebration of the BEST BOY™️ in the series (itachi) may i please get some headcanons for itachi with a very shy s/o but their very touched starved (sfw & nsfw). THANK YOU!! (p.s ily and your writing sm!!💓💞💕💘💖💗💓💕) 
A/N: What did this become... also, i think i got a little too into it because it kind of just became soft cuddling hcs, but i promise the NSFW part is actually what you asked for... for the most part. That being said, thank you so so much for requesting!! AND I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE my anons are the sweetest what did i do to deserve...  The smut i put in is very self indulgent I couldn’t help myself. Header is made by lovely @butterfly-showers
And there is a little something at the end that could make a part two out of things... 
Warnings: NSFW, smut
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OMg so, I think Itachi himself is also really touched starved. But he doesn’t know how to go about it. So when you constantly try to touch him or nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, he’ll stiffen up
Honestly if you display you affections in public he might give you a reprimanding look lolol... He has a reputation to keep, and if his enemies saw you and him canoodling like the star crossed lovers you were, they would come after you. 
I firmly believe he’ll protect you by giving you the cold shoulder. He feels terrible and he wants to hold you so badly, but he doesn’t want to risk your safety. 
That being said, once you get in private he’ll take you into his arms. He’s touching you everywhere, pushing him and you into the bed
tbh you’ll be kinda confused because he was just mad at you but whatever lol
Itachi is usually closed off and indifferent about his own neediness, he was brought up that way. At this stage of the relationship you know that. 
And when I say “stage” I mean level 186. It will take a lot of trust for him to even consider being your boyfriend. And when you called him your boyfriend he hated it. 
The “boyfriend” title was for teenagers who didn’t even know what love felt like. He wanted to marry you. But, he knew his time was limited. He wouldn’t make things harder for you, and for him. 
So we’ve established that for Itachi to show you such vulnerability is rare and precious. When he looks at you he’s sharing his feelings, and when he kisses you he’s actually giving them to you. 
His touches will be delicate and soft as he wraps his arms around you, because he knows you don’t want to be tugged and make the feeling seem disingenuous. 
This is also one of the rare times where you’re actually surprised at his behavior and not the other way around. It’s usually you who’s making the shy advances with quivering smiles. But now it’s him. 
He’ll take off any unnecessary clothing without it seeming sexual, he doesn’t care for that kind of intimacy at the current moment. 
And when you’re drawing shapes on his pectoral, eyes looking briefly at the scars lining his biceps and chest in the safety of the shared bed, the both of you will fantasize about really getting married, having children, grandchildren, growing old.
His fingers will also begin tracing stars on your lower back and his face will be on the top of your head, nose rubbing against your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.
It’s long awaited silence, nothingness. Neither of you have been this content in a strange while due to the lifestyles you lead.
This is all you’ve wanted for years. To be held. Moments like these are truly cherished, for it feels like the first time it ever happened every time.
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Shy you say? Itachi will love it. He thinks your shy eagerness is endearing and so sweet, he loves sweet things. He’ll take things really slow with you because of it though. He doesn’t know when the both of you are going to have this chance again. 
He’ll make it last for hours, despite his low stamina. He wants to make you feel good. He wants you to feel satisfied until he has another opportunity to do it all again. 
To you however, it’ll feel like he’s teasing you, pushing you to the brink only to stop, your whines and pants only egging him on further.
He thinks you’re such a good girl for him and he’ll tell you so. Whispering into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. 
His smooth deeply tuned voice with bless you with a chuckle if he notices the evidence of tingling, goosebumps. But it’s important to him that despite his “teasing” he shows you how much he adores and loves you. 
Soft whispers of promises that he wishes he could keep, lips brushing against your temple until he tenderly places a kiss on your forehead. He’ll even rub your sides if you’re feel overstimulated. He’ll reiterate his praises for you with adoration, making sure his voice is steady.
If you give out a good whimper for him he’ll shiver himself. He loves the sweet sounds that come from you, so he’ll search with his fingers, finding that one special spot to make you do it again. 
Wanting to hear you even more, he’ll ask what you want, only receiving a soft moan you didn’t want to escape from your parted lips. His eyes will darken with lust and need
You just looked so perfect and ready for him. Itachi will retract his fingers, causing a needy whimper in protest. He’ll shush you, call you his princess, and suddenly rub the tip of his length over your folds.
The gasp his actions elicited from you will cause him to groan, growl even. The noise is so guttural you can feel the vibrations going through you as he kisses you hard. 
He’ll slip himself into you with ease, he’s been getting you ready for this. This is what you’ve been wanting, what you’ve been so nervous to ask for. What if he changed his mind?
It’ll feel too quick that it was over. Both of you were panting from the release. 
Honestly he never planned for this. To have someone he loved romantically, you made him rethink his plans and he sometimes hated it. 
And he hated how one day he would have to leave you to face his death. All alone. He didn’t have a choice.
And he certainly didn’t mean to make you carry the burden that would grow inside of you, raising it for years until it was grown, the question of who his father was lingering in question. The answer was too painful to give. 
And the still growing man would find himself in his fathers village, where he grew up, and his uncle, who was the same man to kill him. 
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kiwi-bitchez · 5 years ago
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Ahoy-hoy. Yo so I got cheated on and TBH I can't smile. Idk if you're taking requests, but maybe write me a revenge-fuck sort of story? Sorry if you're not taking asks.
Hello! Don’t apologize, my asks are always open!! Thank you for sharing this with me, my heart really goes out to you. I’ve been cheated on before so I know how shitty you must feel. Sending you lots of love and also this fic. Not sure if I really captured the spirit of “revenge fucking” cuz this ended up being kinda #soft… but I hope you like it!
Manual Labor
Coffeeshop!AU / Carpenter!Tom
Word Count: 6.4K
Warnings: smut, the usual, oral, swearing, cheating, ex-boyfriends being shitty, lots of tea
Summary: After being cheated on you can’t seem to see the brighter side of things. That is until a familiar British carpenter comes into your work to fix some things. You bring him tea and things go a little better this time…
Dating in your twenties can be difficult. Everyone is at different stages in their lives, and everyone wants different things. Some people are looking for commitment, others just for hookups. So when you find someone who sticks, who wants the same things as you, it feels really nice.
Well, it feels really nice until they cheat on you after a whole year of dating. You would be foolish to say you thought he had been “the one,” but you really thought the two of you had clicked on a deep level. You were both mature, career-driven, hardworking, and caring people. Right? Well, it seemed so at the time.
But somehow you find yourself buried under seven layers of duvet blanket, bawling your eyes out on a Tuesday afternoon. It had all happened so fast, you hadn’t even had time to be emotional about it until it was all over. You kept running through your head what you had done wrong, what you could have done better.
Thursday rolls around and you realize its about time you show back up at work. Thankfully your boss is a sweetheart and told you to take all the time you needed. You tried to go into work the day after it all went down and ended up crying into someone’s coffee order.
You had cried all your tears and ate all your ice cream, and decided it was about time to rejoin society. Rolling out of bed you throw on your typical work outfit, black jeans and a t-shirt. You look in the mirror and try to splash some cold water on your face to kill the puffiness under your eyes.
Some mascara helped, and a little bit of lipgloss never hurt either. Once you were presentable enough, you make your way over to your job at the local coffee shop. Your coworkers all greet you with big smiles and empathetic hugs. It was obvious what you were going through, but you appreciated their support. You just wished everything would go back to normal.
“I never liked him anyways,” your closest work friend Margret admits, “I always thought you could do so much better.”
“Thanks Marg,” you don’t bother to look up from the pastry labels you were making, trying to signal that you really weren’t in the mood to talk about it.
Everyone kept telling you the same things, “He wasn’t good enough for you,” “You can do so much better,” “Fuck him.” Although you wanted to believe everyone, to be the badass independent woman you thought you were, you couldn’t help but well up with tears every time someone brought him up.
You manage to get through the week. Each day consisting of a little less crying and a little less binge eating, you slowly get back into your regular routine. Well, your regular routine excluding him of course.
It’s a slow afternoon, only a few customers dotted the coffee shop, most on their laptops doing work or having private conversations. You had zoned out, thinking about your schedule for the week, balancing school and work, as you stood behind the register waiting for another lonely customer to come in.
Your hand pressed into your cheek, leaning your weight onto your hand, you mindlessly stared at the wooden floor.
“Excuse me,” a strange accent asks from behind the counter. When had someone come in? Why hadn’t you noticed?
“Is Anna around? I’m the handyman here to fix the countertop,” his voice was like red velvet cake, and brought you right out of your trance.
“Anna’s right in the back, I’ll get her for you,” you answer his question instinctively before taking a moment to recognize the familiar face in front of you. You recall him from a few months ago, he was a carpenter who had come in to do some renovations over the summer.
His name was Tom. That you couldn’t forget. It had been a blistering hot summer day and he had come in to take a look at some part of the shop, something that had needed fixing. He went to the same school as you but worked part-time for a local carpenter.
He had assessed the damage and assured your boss Anna that he could start right away, only needing the rest of the day to fix up what needed mending. He had been wearing a white t-shirt that clung slightly to his body with sweat from the heat. He was good looking and certainly attracted the attention of most people in the vicinity, especially as he worked with the tools from his belt. You couldn’t help but stare for a second.
But only a second. Your boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, often spent his time in between classes at the coffee shop visiting you. He always sat at the table closest to the counter so you could talk to him when business was slow. That’s why you stared for only a second.
After around two hours, you decided to go over to him. He had been working tirelessly, and the exhausting heat must have been getting to him.
“You drink coffee?” you ask, causing him to stop drilling at whatever he was fixing.
“I drink tea, darling,” he responds, causing you to notice his thick accent.
“How do you take it?” you blush a little, as his dark brown eyes looked directly into yours as he answered your question. You figured you were just being nice, he was working really hard and looked like he could use a break, that’s all.
You quickly made your way back behind the counter, whipping up a cup of tea and a blueberry muffin that he hadn’t asked for but you were sure he’d appreciate.
“Thanks love,” he said appreciatively as you set it down on the table closest to him.
“On the house,” you smile back at him, “for all your hard work.”
You hadn’t thought too much of the interaction, just a nice gesture you felt like doing. Your boyfriend had thought otherwise, however.
“What the fuck was that?” he hisses at you, barely above a whisper from the other side of the counter.
“What?” you ask back, fully not knowing what he was angry about.
“Were you trying to make me look stupid?” he says a little louder this time.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” his tone worried you.
“You’re just gonna flirt with that guy right in front of me, do you think I’m an idiot?” his voice was rising in volume and you were starting to get nervous that the people in the café could hear you.
“Babe, I was just being nice, he’s working really hard,” your voice is back at a whisper, trying to encourage him to do the same.
“No, you always do this, you think you can make me jealous by being a fucking slut and flirting with every guy you see. Stop it, it’s not cute and it doesn’t work y/n,” his tone was abrasive and you could feel the eyes of everyone staring at you. You could feel tears well up in your eyes as his words burned into you.
“It wasn’t like that,” your voice cracked, “I promise it wasn’t like that.”
“Yeah, whatever you say,” he responds loudly and sarcastically as he slams his laptop shut and shoves it in his bag.
“Guess I’ll see you later,” his voice was still sharp.
You watched him stomp out of the small shop, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Tom had mouthed to you as your eyes made their way to him in the doorway.
“It’s okay,” you had mouthed back before running to the break room and begging Margret to cover for you as you cried in the bathroom.
This memory hit you like a ton of bricks as you saw Tom again, standing at the counter. Your ex had always been jealous like that. At the time you thought of it as “protective,” and “loving,” rather than seeing it as “possessive” and “manipulative.”
“She should be right over here,” you say a little slowly, your eyes not leaving his face. You were taking it in, the curve of his jaw and the angle of his smile, the same warm look he had given you all those months ago.
“Hey Anna, the carpenter is here,” you pop your head into the back room.
She shuffles out and greets Tom, shaking his hand quickly before showing him over to the area that needed fixing.
You sit blankly at your register, tending to the few customers who came in, somehow without taking your eyes off of Tom. Seeing him just reminded you of that day, reminded you of how your ex had humiliated you and made you cry, how he had been so rude and controlling.
Seeing Tom made something switch in your brain. Everyone was right. Fuck him. Fuck that guy and fuck what he had done to you. You were done crying over someone who would cheat on you, over someone who clearly didn’t love you the way you deserved to be loved. Everyone who was spewing clichés at you was right. You did deserve better.
Somehow through these thoughts, your hands had taken over while your mind ran in circles. Before you could even realize what you were doing, you were standing in front of Tom with a cup of tea and a blueberry muffin.
“Um,” you stutter out, not entirely sure what you were doing, “If I remember correctly, this is how you take your tea.”
His attention is pulled from the countertop, brown curs slightly pressed to his sweaty forehead, biceps filling out the sleeves of his shirt perfectly. Those perfect brown eyes boring into you once again.
“You remembered,” he said with a genuine smile, “that’s amazing, thanks a bunch love.”
You set the tea down next to him and stare for a second, not wanting the conversation to be over.
“You should hurry back though, if your boyfriend is here again,” he says quietly with a bit of concern.
“Oh,” you were taken aback, the implications of your action hitting you, “Oh, um, he, uh, we… aren’t together anymore. He doesn’t come here.”
“That’s a bit of relief then,” Tom says, putting down his tool belt and picking up the tea to blow on it, “that guy was a bit of a prick if I do say so myself.”
“Yeah,” you laugh a little, looking down at your feet, “bit of a prick.”
“This may be a bit out of line,” he takes a short sip before continuing, “but I didn’t like the way he spoke to you.”
“Not out of line,” you shake your head, “he was being an ass to you too, I’m sorry you were put in that awkward position last time you were here, I wanted to apologize.”
“Don’t apologize for a thing love, you’re much better off without him,” although he was essentially a stranger, his words seemed sincere.
“Ever since he cheated on me I feel like that’s all I hear,” you say with a laugh, your breath hitching in your throat when you realize what you had said. You weren’t really thinking, and this boy made you a little nervous, it had just slipped out.
“Oh, I- I’m sorry to hear that,” he said with a softer voice, “I-”
“Sorry,” you cut him off, “that was weird of me to say, you don’t even know me, sorry I’m like, dumping my personal problems onto you.”
You laughed nervously, wanting to clear the air. He looked at you with genuine sympathy. He had experienced first-hand how much of an ass your ex had been, and you seemed so sweet, remembering his café order and bringing it over to him when you truly didn’t have to.
“Thank you for the tea,” he said, taking another sip, “you smile a little brighter without him around.”
Your cheeks grew hot at his comment and all you could do was grin at him and scurry back to your position at the register. You bury your face in your hands, running through the conversation you just had over and over. You felt so stupid, yet at the same time strangely confident. The way he looked at you, smiled when you smiled, made your heart flutter. Were you imagining this? Was he just being nice?
You kept stealing glances over to where he was working. He would occasionally catch you and smile back, his eyes crinkling at the corners and his cheeks pink. You held your breath every time, wanting to go back over to talk to him. But you were at work, and so was he. So you continued to make lattes, and he continued to fix the countertop.
You start to clean up, throwing out old coffee filters and wiping down dirty tabletops. You start counting money in the register when you’re startled by a figure in front of the register.
“What do I owe you for the tea,” he asks, your face gets hot even before looking up at him.
“Come on, you know it’s on the house,” you respond with a smile.
“Now this isn’t fair,” he starts playfully, “you’ve given me two free drinks now. The gentlemen in me feels it's my responsibility to buy one for you now. It’s the least I can do.”
“You can make me a cup of tea anytime,” your response slips out before you can even filter yourself.
“In that case, let me know when you’re free. I’ve got jasmine, mint, earl grey, English breakfast…”
“I’m more of a chamomile girl,” you were completely unsure where this flirt was coming from, “you know, sleepytime tea.”
“In that case my flat is right around the corner,” he laughs.
“My shift ends in ten if you’re willing to wait around…”
“Yes, yeah, of course, I’ll be right outside,” he gestures out the door and hurries to gather his work tools.
Your eyes grow a little wide when you process what you had just said. Where was this found confidence coming from? Where the fuck could you find some more? And fast???
You finish cleaning up and hang your apron on the hook, giving a shout goodbye to your coworkers as you hurry out the door. Part of you hopes this had all been a joke and he would be nowhere to be found, the other part of you desperately looked for him in the parking lot.
A thud in your heart comprised of half relief and half panic hits as his hand waves to you from his car.
“Hey, you,” he calls over, “you still want that cup of tea?”
You jog over to his car and lean down to his open window, “I’m not sure London boy, I work at a café, I can make a pretty good cup of tea for myself,” there it was again, the flirty courage.
“Oh, but you’ve never had tea made by a real Englishmen, have you? You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”
“You make a compelling argument. Can I follow you to your place?” you nod over to where your car is parked.
“Sure thing, it's not too far from here.” He gives you a cheeky smile that makes the corners of your mouth turn up.
You can’t stop smiling as you hurry over to your car, starting it and not even bothering to pick out music before putting it into drive. Your mind starts whirling a thousand miles a minute as you follow his black car to his apartment. What the fuck were you doing? You barely even know this guy. But god, he’s so hot. And nice. And funny. Fuck.
Suddenly you’re parked next to him, turning the key and stepping out of your car in front of his building.
“Made it alright?” god, that accent. This boy was going to be the death of you.
“I’m Tom by the way,” he flashes you another one of those perfect smiles as you walk side by side to his building entrance.
“I know,” you realized how weird that sounded, “um, I know because you’re the carpenter we always hire,” you try to laugh it off, “I’m y/n.”
“Lovely to formally meet you y/n,” he opens the door for you, “I really appreciate all the free snacks you’ve given me. I always love doing business at your café. For more reasons than one.”
He presses the elevator button and stands close to your side as the two of you wait for the numbers to count down. You step into the small elevator, looking over at Tom as he presses the button of his floor.
“I’m sure you’re tired of hearing this,” he turns to you, “but that guy was a real dumbass for letting a girl like you go.”
“Thanks,” you can’t help but stare at the floor, “I’m not tired of hearing it as long as it’s coming from you.”
He laughs a little at your comment. He has a certain way of making you feel comfortable, of reassuring you with a laugh or a smile when you think you’ve said something stupid.
The elevator dings at his floor and he saunters out over to his apartment door. Your heart rate begins to pick up as he opens the door, not knowing what to expect. You walk in and take off your shoes and put your bag down on a coatrack.
He walks into his small kitchen and immediately puts on a pot of water. Part of you is relieved. He actually wants to make you tea.
“I moved to the states a little over a year ago,” he starts to rummage though his cabinet, pulling out boxes of tea, “everything is pretty nice here, except there isn’t really anywhere to get a decent cup.”
“Hey!” you protest, “I make alright tea.”
“Your tea is alright…” he jokes, “but its nothing compared to home.”
“That’s not fair,” you sit down on a stool across the kitchen from him, “it’s like apples and oranges.”
“Why can’t fruit be compared?”
You fall into an easy back and forth with him, finding the same things funny, laughing at each other’s comments and jokes. You can’t help but stare at his arms as he pours the hot liquid, at the way his tongue pokes out between his teeth in concentration.
“Here you go love,” he hands you a cup, “one genuine cup of tea made by a real Brit.”
You hold the cup in your hands but pay no attention to your own tea as he takes his first sip. You hadn’t flirted with anyone in so long. You didn’t have a reason to. This all felt strange and foreign to you, like you were thirteen again.
“Thank you,” you say quietly, still watching the curve of his jaw as he sipped his cup.
“What do you mean ‘thank you,’ you haven’t even tried it yet,” he gestures to your full cup.
“Not for the tea,” you bring your eyes to meet his, “but thank you for that too. I mean thank you for being so nice to me. For listening to me even though I’m so all over the place. I just… I just haven’t had anyone treat me like this in a really long time and I just wanted to say thank you.”
“Hey,” he brings a hand up to your knee, making you shiver a little, “you can thank me for the tea, but you don’t have to thank me for the common curtsey of being a decent person. You deserve to be listened to and taken care of, that you don’t ever have to thank me for.”
You feel your heart jump into your throat. You had never thought of that, of holding yourself to that standard. Your ex had been an ass to you time and time again, and you always came up with a reason as to why it was your fault. Even when he cheated, your mind went to what you had done wrong or how you could have been better. Fuck that. There was a boy right in front of you who was showing you what your worth was. Being treated like a true human being shouldn’t be rewarded, it should be expected.
“I-” your voice was caught in your throat, “you’re really nice. And cool. And you make really good tea.” You laugh, and he joins you.
“I would very much like to kiss you,” he brings his hand from your knee up to where your hand is placed on your cup, “I also think you are really nice, and cool, and although it is hard for me to admit, you make some good tea too.”
You lean over to him, tentatively waiting for him to meet you halfway. His hand moves up your arm to the side of your face, the skin of his palm was rough and warm against you. Your eyes slowly shut as he pulls your face to his, soft lips meeting yours.
Kissing him for the first time felt like the brisk ocean water hitting you with a wave. Sucking you under and pulling you back up, ice cold yet exhilarating. You pull away from the kiss, letting the wave roll back out to sea, the next wave close on the horizon.
You had never felt such a breath of fresh air, his lips meeting yours again and pulling you back in.
“Is this okay,” he whispers into you, hands cupping either cheek, tea long forgotten.
“Yeah,” you respond, wanting nothing more than to kiss him again, “more than okay.”
You can feel his body shift as he stands up from the stool, his chest coming closer to yours, his face leaning more into the kiss. Your hands make way up his arms, the perfect biceps that you had admired from afar in the coffee shop more than once before.
You press deeper into the kiss, addicted to the feeling of his lips on yours. You were getting pulled further and further in, and you couldn’t bother to look back. You let his tongue slip into your mouth as your hand dances up to his neck, playing with the curls that framed his face.
“Can we go to your bedroom?” you find yourself asking with eyes still closed, lips barely released from his.
“Mhmmm,” he mumbles into your lips, reconnecting them once again, seemingly as addicted as you, “only if that’s what you want, if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure,” you respond a little too quickly, “I’m so fucking sure.”
His strong hands grip underneath your legs that dangle off the stool where you sat, slowly lifting you up to meet his height, legs wrapping firmly around his torso. Your lips never detach as he carries you down the hall, your tongue rolling against his in perfect harmony.
He places you delicately on his bed, cool sheets beneath your skin causing goosebumps to rise. You can’t get enough of the feeling of his hair tangled between your fingers. You run them up and down his scalp, gathering his locks in your hands as you go. He kisses you like he means it.
“I want you to know,” he whispers in your ear, a deep gravely tone, different and sexier than his speaking voice, “that I want to make you feel good, so much better than that guy ever made you feel.”
He juts his hips into yours, causing a moan to catch in the back of your throat.
“Please,” is all you can manage to say before lurching forward, meeting his open mouth with yours again.
His hands are rough and strong, feeling amazingly foreign as they make their way up your legs, dancing underneath the hem of your top. He presses his palms down into you, causing your back to arch into him as you kiss.
You take initiative to remove your top, to show him that you really want him. You toss it over your head, not bothering to notice where it lands. His lips dip down to your jawline, training kisses from the corner of your mouth down to the soft spot on your neck. His thumbs continue to rub soothing circles into the flesh of your torso, slowly making their way up.
You mimic his actions and detangle your hands from his hair to feel underneath his t-shirt. His skin was tight and warm and smooth under your hands. He was taking his time with you, moving slowly but with purpose.
You tug at his shirt, signaling that you wanted it off. He got your message and pulled it off by the back of the neck. You couldn’t help but stare with gawking eyes, you had truly never seen a body this nice so closely, let alone touched one.
He had a cocky smirk on his face, knowing well how hot he is. All you could do is bite your lip and laugh a little, completely unsure how you ended up in this amazing position.
“Manual labor does a body good,” he says with a chuckle before leaning back down to your chest, resuming his trail of wet kisses that were now dipping into the valley of your breasts.
“You’re telling me,” you comment back as your eyes flutter shut a little, feeling his thighs tense up underneath your legs.
He looks up at you for permission before pushing your bra up, kissing and nipping at your skin. He left red blotchy marks that caused a pool to form in your panties. Your hips continue to buck and roll into his, feeling his hardening cock press through his pants onto your leg.
He continues his journey south, taking pit stops to suck at the skin around your ribs, on your stomach, above your hips.
“Can I?” He asks before hooking his thumbs under the waistline of your jeans. You lift your butt to help him slide them off, head in a complete daze. His hands run up and down your legs as they had before, less barriers between you this time. He continues to kiss at the skin on your hips and down into your thighs as his hands slowly spread your legs open for him.
He spent time teasing and licking around your underwear, never quite moving in to where you wanted him most. Leaving a purple hickey on your thigh, he soothes it over with his tongue as he brings his hand up to your underwear, stroking up and down your slit through the fabric.
You cant help but twitch under his touch. He was moving agonizingly slow, and you could feel the dampness in your underwear soaking through to his fingers. Unexpectedly he licks a stripe up the cotton, mouthing at your lips through your underwear.
A breathy moan leaves your throat as your head rolls back, begging him to take them off. He slides a finger around the seams and runs it through your slick folds, loving the way you were already so wet for him.
He follows the row of red marks he had left down your leg again with his tongue as he slowly pulled your underwear down. Every time you looked down at him you felt yourself clench around nothing in anticipation.
Finally, you feel his warm tongue run from your inner thigh to your core, licking wide stripes up and down before dipping into you. His name leaves your mouth mixed with heavy breaths, your hands searching for his arms or his hair, or anything to grip onto as he licked slow circles around your clit.
“Holy shit,” you choke out as he slips a finger into you, curling it upwards perfectly.
You feel him smirk into you, knowing the effect he was having on you. You like his confidence, and the way he was taking his time, building your orgasm up slowly. A second finger joins the first curled up against your walls and your hips drag against his expert tongue.
Any worries you had were melted away, all your stress, your anxieties, your negative thoughts that seemed to haunt you more often than you would like, suddenly sunk away and all you could think was his name, over and over.
You feel your thighs push back as he presses his face deeper into you, licking and pushing his fingers in a perfect rhythm. He could feel your walls tighten around his fingers, knowing that your high was close.
“Fuck Tom, I’m-” you couldn’t even bear to finish your thought as your orgasm crashed over you, that perfect wave of pleasure pulling you out and pushing you back in. He knew just when to speed up and when to pull back, letting you ride out your orgasm on his face, lapping up your juices and kissing back up your thighs, finally meeting your face, two fingers remaining inside your pulsing opening.
“Holy shit,” you giggle out, “you’re really fucking good at that.”
“I told you I wanted to make you feel good,” he kisses into your neck, finally dragging his fingers out of you and running them softly up your skin, “and how can I not when you look so gorgeous like this.”
You manage to swing your shaky legs over him, moving on top to press your chest flat against his. Now it was your turn to leave open mouthed kisses all along his neck. That perfect jawline begging to be sucked on.
Your hand snakes down to his hard member, fiddling with the button of his pants.
“You don’t have to, if you’re tired,” he mumbles into you as you feel around in his pants.
“I’m yours, if you’ll have me,” you whisper back into his ear, finding his cock fitting perfectly in your hand.
He kissed you with a new hunger and passion, hands gripping at the roots of your hair and pulling your face into his as you slowly jerk him off. Low guttural moans growling in the back of his mouth as your tongue swirled around his.
He kicks his pants off, and you push the band of his boxer briefs down as well, exposing his perfect cock. It was pink and dripping precum, begging to be sucked on. You run your thumb over his tip, loving the way his body tensed under your touch.
You find yourself down between his legs, licking a long stripe up the underside of him. You swirl your tongue around his tip while making eye contact with him, his head tossing back once you finally sink your mouth down onto his length.
He had teased you relentlessly, so you decide to tease back. You jerk the base of him off slowly as you run your tongue in all sorts of patterns clockwise and counterclockwise around his sensitive tip, only sinking back down when he bucked his hips up into your mouth.
“Fuck, y/n,” his voice was weak, “can I fuck you, can I please fuck you.”
His eyes finally focus back down to meet yours, the sight of your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock make it twitch.
You detach your lips with a pop and give him a nod, taking your swollen lip in between your teeth. Suddenly his hands are on your shoulders, pressing you down into the mattress as he kisses you hotly, sucking onto your bottom lip.
He rubs circles on your clit with one hand as the other fumbles over to his bedside drawer to find a condom. You lay back with your legs pushed up for him, back arched, fully ready and open for him. He runs his rubber tip up and down your soaking folds a few times, making you beg for him before slowly pushing into you.
You moan into his neck, biting down on his shoulder to silence yourself as he bottoms out inside you. His slow movements give you time to adjust to his size before you meet his lips again with yours, telling him to fuck you harder.
One hand takes place on your inner thigh, pressing your leg into the mattress to angle you perfectly for him to fuck into you, the other remaining on your clit. He picks up his pace and starts thrusting deep and hard into you, properly fucking the shit out of you.
You could tell he liked it when you moaned his name and told him how good he was making your feel, always thrusting a little deeper when you would make noises. It wasn’t long before you felt the pit on your stomach grow hot again, threatening to spill over at any given moment.
“Please don’t stop,” you whine, “you’re gonna make me come again, fuck.”
Your eyes scrunch shut as he rubbed a little harder onto your clit, causing your walls to flutter around him, gripping his cock with every muscle you had. Your eyes roll back into your head, his mouth hanging wide open as he watches you come and writhe underneath him. He doesn’t let up on his pace, fucking you thoroughly through your second orgasm.
Your face was flushed and your jaw hung slack as you felt the waves of pleasure crash over you again and again, abdomen tensing up and letting go over and over. The look on his face could have easily made you come again, watching you intently as you shook with pleasure.
He moves his hand from your throbbing clit up to your face, cupping your cheek as he kissed you deeply, teeth grazing over your bottom lip. You felt your sweaty forehead press into his, eyes open and staring directly into his as he continued to pump inside of you.
“Tom,” you manage to say above a whisper, “fuck me harder, please, fuck, please.”
He leans back onto his knees, and with a swift motion, pulling out of you, he flips your leg over and places you on your stomach. Hands gripped tightly on your hips pulling them up slightly to meet his. He easily slips back into you, hitting a new spot inside you this time. You cry out into the mattress, moans silenced by his pillows. Your hands grasp tightly at the sheets, pushing back onto him as he takes you from behind.
One hand on your lower back and the other gripping at the flesh of your ass he fucked into you with incredible stamina and power. You couldn’t even imagine the fucked out expression on your face as he buried himself into you over and over.
You could feel his cock start to twitch and swell inside you, his thrusts becoming harder and more purposeful. With a final push, he presses hips flush to yours as he spills inside the condom
“Oh my god, y/n,” he groans out, rolling himself into you slowly as he continues to reach his peak. All you could do was press your ass back onto him and feel his warmth inside you.
After a few more profanities, he pulls out and discards the condom. He reaches down and helps you up, bringing your body to lay next to his, spooning you with an arm draped over your sweaty form.
You lean your head back onto his shoulder, looking back up at him through tired eyes.
“That,” you start to giggle, “was really fucking good.”
“Yeah,” he buries his face into your neck, taking in the smell of your hair, “I thought so too.”
He continued to hold you in his arms for a few minutes, allowing you both to relax into the post-sex bliss.
“I think… our tea is probably cold.”
You laugh at his comment and roll over to face him.
“Want me to make another pot? For real this time?” He asks, fingers still dancing up and down your skin.
“Sure,” you smile at him, “I’d like that.”
He gets up and throws his underwear back on, giving you a full view of his perfect body standing in front of you.
“You should pee and get cleaned up,” he suggests, “bathroom is just down the hall.”
You take a moment to stretch out and toss your shirt and underwear back on, making your way down the hall. You can hear him moving in the kitchen, and can’t help but replay the events of what just happened over and over in your head.
Slipping quietly out into the kitchen, you take your seat back on the stool, looking much more disheveled than you had when you sat on it earlier.
“You’re beautiful,” he says with unwavering confidence as he hands you another cup of tea. You blush at his comment and look down at the cup in your hands. You take a sip, letting the hot liquid coat your throat, dry and sore from moaning his name.
“Thank you,” you look up at him, “for the tea.”
“You’re welcome,” he laughs, “I very much like you, and would like to see you again. If you want.”
You smile and nod at him, happy that this wouldn’t be the last time you saw him. He rifled through a drawer, pulling out a pad of paper and scribbling his number down. He folds the paper in half and hands it to you over the counter.
After finishing your tea you get dressed and gather your things. He walks you to your car and kisses you before you open the door, lips lingering on yours.
“You’ll call me?” he asks, you assure him that you will.
“I’ll see you sometime soon,” you wave as he walks back to his building. You cant wipe the smile off your face the whole drive home, head on cloud nine. You twirl around as soon as you enter your apartment, dancing around to get rid of all your pent-up happy energy. You put your stuff down and go to get a glass of water, your cabinet creaking as you open it.
You didn’t want to seem desperate, but you immediately take out your phone, entering his number into your contacts. He had scrawled his name under the number with a little heart, making your smile spread wider across your face.
Hey, my cabinet door is squeaky: looking to hire a carpenter, know anyone good?
You hit send, hoping he thinks your message is funny and not desperate. Your stomach does a cartwheel as the three typing dots pop up.
Tom: I may know a guy… he can be over your place tomorrow at 6?
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jangofctts · 4 years ago
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miss keida hi hi!!!! im new to tumblr but i LOVE your work and i was wondering if i was allowed to be One of the Sluts? you're like the first person i discovered on tumblr and i would really like to be part of the family 🥺👉👈
i also wanted to know if you had any tips on tumblr stuff? I'm like really nervous about posting on here because I want to post my own [star wars character that shant be mentioned here] x original character fic that I've been working on for like 7-8 months but I'm not sure anyone will like it. Idk I really wanna be like cool like you and other blogs I see but I feel like a little kid!!!!
Sorry I ranted a lil bit omg anyways i hope your day is going amazing!!!!!!
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yOU MAY BECOME A WRETCHED WHORE FOR THE FUNKY LITTLE SLUTS I ACCEPT YOU KEJRHKJEHR
and tbh I still have no clue how Tumblr works for like, tags wise and what will show up on people’s feeds or searchbar. like the algorithm is veRy whaCK--like that’s why I dont tag smut as #nsfw or #smut bc Tumblr will like hide it fwkefjhd
I do recommend crossposting to AO3 just so you have two places to post work because some people only read on ao3 or only Tumblr so!! it’s good to have two places to share you work. unfortunately on Tumblr, works with an original character pairing dont always do as well notes wise if that’s your concern but, I highly recommend posting anyway!! you should try to keep writing for yourself and not a whole bunch of faceless people because when you do that it’s easy to spiral into a slump and get burned out/discouraged. like, write something that YOURE proud of! I think it’s kinda fucked up how the writing world on Tumblr has made it so that only popular fics get blasted into the algorithm and that a lot of people won’t read fics if they’re below a certain amount of notes, but again PLEASE SHARE YOUR WORK!!!! THERE WILL ALWAYS BE PEOPLE WHO LIKE IT AND AS LONG AS YOURE PROUD OF IT THEN IT’S GONNA BE A BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF WORK!!!
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gyll-yee-haw · 4 years ago
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oh girl, i need a good smut with Sam Hall ( the day after tomorrow) :(
This request surprised me very much, but I LOVED it! Sam is a cutie, my nerd heart is in love and I had so much fun writing this... hope you like it! 😊
(I mean, I loved it so much that I created a whole background and it got too long accidently, but... I have no regrets, tbh)
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Imagine being childhood friends with Sam
Hanging out at his house literally all the time
Sometimes to study, sometimes to listen to music, or just to lie down, looking at the ceiling, talking about nothing
Being with you was always his favorite part of the day
He wasn’t sure at what point of his life his best friend started to look... different
Maybe you didn’t really change, but he did
Cause whenever his friends talked about some girl they were into, he couldn’t help but, even if only mentally, compare her to you, which made her really uninteresting for him
He liked to look at you
Take silly pictures together and stare at them for hours after you were gone
But you were OBVIOUSLY just friends
Yeah, it was pretty obvious until the day he dreamt about you
In his dream, you were laying down on his bed, a scene he was pretty used to
Except that this time you were slowly taking your clothes off
While calling his name
And at the moment he got on top of you, inches away from kissing you, he woke up...
Took him a while to come back to reality, it was like he could still hear your voice
God, the way you sounded saying his name like that...
The more he thought about it, the worst he felt
Cause now he was painfully hard, and even though he tried to think of any actress or model he was attracted to, his mind always went back to you
He thought it was probably just a one-time thing, I mean... everyone already had a sexual dream about someone and didn’t really understand why, right?
And if he touched himself thinking about you just this one time, nobody had to know...
He would just fix that and never think about it again
Well, at least he thought he would
Cause the next morning, when he first saw you smiling at him at school, he knew he was absolutely fucked
It had nothing to do with the awkwardness after one of those dreams
He just wanted to be your boyfriend so bad
Hold your hand, kiss your smile
But he just couldn’t risk your friendship... he didn’t even remember what life was like before you
So he avoided you as much as he could
But at the moment you knocked on the door at his house and his mom let you in, he couldn’t just tell you to get out
At least not without hurting your feelings, and he would literally rather die
“Hey, I...” He said as he watched you enter his room and sit on his bed as you took off your shoes, like you always did. “Didn’t realize we had homework...”
“We don’t.” You shrugged. “I just came here to nap, you know your bed is a lot more comfortable than mine. Your company is quite nice too.”
He didn’t say anything and tried his best to avoid eye contact as you laid down, saving him some space
“Won’t you join me?” You patted what you called ‘his side of the bed’, even though the bed was technically his, you shared it like an old married couple for years
He couldn’t think of an answer better than ‘I like standing’, so he decided it was better to just join you in silence
You laid down with your back turned to him, but even after closing your eyes, you could feel his gaze on you
“You’ve been kinda distant lately.” You finally broke the silence. “You know you can talk to me if something is wrong, don’t you? Is it something with your dad?”
“No.” He sighed. “It’s not my dad.”
“What is it, then?” You insisted.
“Nothing.” He shut his eyes, and opened them when he felt you turning around to face him
He tried to remember how he used to be capable of having his face this close to yours and not having the urge to kiss you
“Please, don’t.” He whispered.
“Sammy...” You sighed.
The way you called him ‘Sammy’, begging him to let you help, reminded him of how you begged for something else in his dream, and he lost his mind only for a second
But it was enough time for him to lean closer and place a kiss on your lips, without thinking of the consequences
But the consequences were that you kissed him back, and he wouldn’t imagine that anyway
He pulled you closer to him as the kiss got deeper and you felt he was hard, which made you a little nervous
Not that you didn’t want that... but like... 5 minutes ago none of you had no idea you even liked each other back
He got as nervous as you when he realized you felt his erection, so he broke the kiss
“I’m sorry, I just...” He started, but wasn’t sure where it was going
“It’s okay.” You smiled. “I didn’t want you to stop, to be honest...”
“Really?” His eyes widened.
“Well...” You chuckled. “I can’t say I expected that, but I kinda had a crush on you my whole life.”
“Me too, probably.” He admitted. “I just took ages to realize it, but after that dream I just...”
“What dream?” You interrupted him
His face went red immediately and he refused to tell you
“Did you have a dirty dream about me?” You bit your lip, you knew your best friend too well
“No.” He lied
“Why are you this hard, then?” You smirked, pressing your thigh against his erection
“Y/N...” He sighed
“We’re alone in here.” You told him. “Your mom left for work right after letting me in.”
He was pretty sure it was just another dream and this time would be even more painful to wake up
“Come on, tell me about your dream...” You said as you spread kisses on his neck
“Can I show you?” He moaned and his hand went under your shirt
“Please...” You helped him remove your shirt
“Are you sure?” He smiled, taking a look at your body
“Yes, fuck...” You pressed your thighs together, cause the way he was looking at you was too hot. “I need you.”
He removed his shirt too and lay down on top of you, starting to kiss you again
The kiss became really messy as the two of you tried to remove each other’s pants
And when he removed his underwear, you looked down and moaned at how big and beautiful he was and you couldn’t put into words how much you needed him
But he read your expression very well, and you just know he blushed
But he didn’t blush half as much as he did when he removed your panties and saw how fucking wet you were
You didn’t have to talk about it, cause both of you knew it was your first time and his too
So he entered you really slowly, filling your face with kisses and saying things like “Fuck you’re so beautiful” or “You feel so good” to make you forget about the pain
But once you were used to it, it was the CUTEST thing ever
Like, the two of you were all smiley, intertwining your fingers with his, kinda messy, at a weird rhythm, but discovering so many feelings together
You came first and he watched it like it was the most amazing scene he had ever witnessed, and he just couldn’t believe he caused that to you
He was kinda shy to ask this at first, but he just needed to cum so bad... and you were still coming back from your high, you would do absolutely anything, so he asked:
“Please, baby... can you say my name? I’m so close...”
And you smiled at how fucked up you got him just by moaning “Sammy” on repeat
Then he came saying yours too
After he removed himself from you, he lay down by your side, and no one really had to say anything. It was obvious that now you were his and he was yours.
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httphopewrld · 5 years ago
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lingerie | (f/m)
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You and Taehyung were open to trying new things, especially when it came to the bedroom. One thing you two wanted to try out to ‘spice things up’ was lingerie. To put on you, of course (but it could go either way). But was it the best idea? I guess we’ll find out.
Pairing: boyfriend!taehyung x reader
Rating: 16+? Smut and swearing
Genre: fluff and smut (it’s kinda fluffy and passionate…?)
Warning: foreplay, fingering, heavy making out, brief oral (fem receiving), and swearing
Word count: 1k+ (it’s pretty short, tbh)
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“What about this one?” You pointed to your laptop screen, indicating to the fiery red lace piece.
Taehyung didn’t seem entirely convinced. “It’s too bright. I’m not feeling anything from it.” By him not ‘feeling anything’ was obviously referencing his lower region.
“I think we should just go in, babe,” you sighed in defeat, closing your laptop.
He touched your shoulder, “Babe, it’s fine. We can do something else.” He leaned in closer and smirked, “Wanna try BDSM?” 
You burst with laughter, “What?! You could barely keep a straight face when I called you ‘Daddy’ that one time.” 
“It all depends on the mood, darling...” His hand messaged your inner thigh as his lips found purchase on your neck. 
You two were shopping for lingerie, on your couch. One of your friends brought it up in a conversation the other day, and how it made things more exciting in the bedroom. And since anything indicating to pain (spanking, choking, daddy-stuff) didn’t do any wonders for you and Taehyung; you both made the mutual decision to try out lingerie.
You giggled before gently pushing him away, “Are you scared to go inside the lingerie shop?” You playfully poked his chest, “Is it the half-naked ladies around the shop? I don’t mind you looking, to be honest.” 
Taehyung made a ‘tsk’ noise before running a distressed hand through his chocolate hair. “No guys go into a lingerie store.” His face scrunched up as if he was trying to find a way to explain his statement. “It’s like a ‘guy code’ of some sorts. We all have to kinda exchange the look as we stand outside and wait.” 
“Is it like the bathroom thing? Where you guys can’t stand next to each other?”
His head tilted to the side and he made an ‘eh’ gesture with his hand. “Almost? It’s just uncomfortable, I guess.” 
You messaged your temples, “Then why are we getting it then?” You began sitting up, “Maybe we should just look at different sex positions, again.”
He put his hands up between the both of you, waving them side-to-side in a ‘calm down’ manner, “Woah, woah, woah! Let’s not throw lingerie completely off the table now.”
You sat back down. “Babe, you can’t decide on anything I show you online; you don’t want to go into the store. I’m not looking at these strings of ‘underwear’ for myself.” You made air quotes with your fingers when saying ‘underwear’.
“I know, I know,” Taehyung acknowledged.
“Then it’s either you go into the fucking store or you get no lingerie.” You shrugged.
Taehyung crossed his arms and pouted, “Alright.” He resigned, “I’ll go in the stupid store.”
.
.
“I don’t know, man.” Taehyung tilted his head to the side, gazing up and down your body, “Just not feeling it.”
This was the third lingerie outfit you’ve tried on. It was a black lace bralette and thong set. The bralette had silk flowers over your nipples with silk strings framing the sides of your breasts. The item barely held up anything.
“Tae, I think we’re done here,” you were about to close the change room curtain but his hand stopped you.
“What about the white one?” He nodded towards the lingerie set behind you, the one you were most uncertain about.
“That one?” You pointed to it. “It’s the least revealing one here.”
He nodded as you closed the curtain reluctantly and changed into the piece.
It was a regular white bralette with silk straps and floral lace. There were no cups, so your breast peaked through the thin material, allowing your nipples to be seen clearly. The underwear was bikini cut and made out of the same material as the bralette.
It almost looked like something you’d wear normally, except more transparent and whiter.
You pulled back the curtain, feeling quite unsure about the undergarments adorned on your figure.
“Fuck,” was all Taehyung could manage.
“You chuckled, “Really? This is the least sexist things ever.”
He stepped closer, placing his hands softly on your hips. “It’s perfect,” his lips grazed your ear, “you look perfect.”
“What do you mean?” You put your hands gently against his chest to stop any further advancements.
“Don’t act like you don’t know,” he whispered before letting his lips graze down your neck, barely touching your skin, “I can see your hard nipples through the fabric.”
His hands traveled down your sides to finally rest against your ass, “and it feels fucking amazing underneath my hands.”
You playfully pushed him away, blushing wildly, “Okay, schoolboy, let’s not get yourself too riled up.”
He smirked cockily, “Let’s just buy the damn thing before I rip it off of you,” he walked out of the change room, leaving you a bit surprised- and to be honest, a little horny.
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.
You slipped the garments on. They were more comfortable than you realized; however, there was close to nothing covering you.
Your body shivered as you twirled around to get a better look at yourself. You still couldn’t really see the significance of your purchase compared to the others. The rest were scandalous and sexy; whilst this one was casual and comfortable.
When you left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom, candles were neatly placed on the dressers and bedside tables.
Taehyung was nowhere to be found.
“Babe?” You looked around with your arms tightly around your chest.
He appeared at the bedroom’s door with two glasses of wine; one already halfway done.
He held one out to you, and you sheepishly took it from him. You two cheers in silence before sipping your wine.
“Nervous?” Taehyung asked as he set both of your glasses down on the dresser.
You sat down on the bed you two shared. “A little, if I’m going to be honest.”
He began taking off his shirt, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
He walked over to you, placing his hands beside the sides of your body, allowing himself to lean his face close to yours.
Taehyung always checked in with you before you two had sex; letting you decide whether or not you two had intercourse, even if you could how eager and hard he was.
“Yes,” you breathed before connecting both of your lips in a passionate kiss.
He seemed to sigh into the kiss, allowing his mouth to part open and for your tongue to meet his. They messaged each other you leaned back onto the bed.
“I can’t describe how beautiful you look right now,” he awed as you sucked the wine from his lips.
You felt him grind against your lower half, enticing a moan from your lips. He left open-mouthed kisses down your neck as his hands traveled down breasts and to your core. He ran one finger against it, feeling how wet you were from his mere touch.
“Fuck,” he sighed as he rubbed his thumb around your clit, causing you to arch into his hand.
Once you were soaked through your lace underwear, he tugged them down your legs and tossed them carelessly onto the floor. His finger passed through your moist folds with ease, making a ‘come hither’ motion repeatedly once he entered. With your choked moans he inserted a second finger.
“Taehyung—” You groaned, grabbing onto his arm.
His fingers picked up speed, creating wet noises from your cunt. You could feel your insides clench around his digits, telling both of you that you were close.
As you came, he pulled his fingers out of you and knelt down between your thighs, lapping up your juices with his tongue. You shook as he ran his flat tongue against you, licking you dry.
You tugged his brown locks, earning a groan from his lips; which sent vibrations against your cunt.
He looked up at you with soaked lips. You almost came again at the sight.
 You two gazed at each other while panting. The atmosphere around you felt humid.
Taehyung gave a squarish smile, “Did I do well?”
You laughed and playfully pushed his head away, only to have him crawl back on top of you with a big grin. He locked lips with you again as you tugged at his belt.
Whilst you both continued to kiss each other’s wine-coated lips, you both undressed completely. And the night progressed with him making love to you thoroughly, and then drinking the remaining amount of liquor in your glasses.
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centhands · 5 years ago
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Truth or Dare - Noah Centineo Smut
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AN: OK YA’LL, SO I haven’t written a fic or one shot in about, oh god I don’t know, SEVEN FUCKING YEARS?!?!?!?!? I was all about hazza back in the day but tbh there is some SERIOUS DIRE NEED for NOAH FUCKING CENTINEO SMUT on here and I cannot believe I wrote one?? Just spent the last 3 hours on it, instead of sleeping. It might be bad but idk it’s at least ONE MORE NOAH SMUT SHOT?? Idk :///// lemme know what you think!! It’s super long pls bear with me I TEND TO ALWAYS WRITE NOVELS OH GEE LOOK AT THIS LONG AF AN!!
TLDR: you’re about to play truth or dare (kind of?????) with Noah fucking Centineo. PLEASE SIT DOWN BC FILTHY SMUT IS ON THE WAY!!!!
Hope you enjoy, let me know if you do!! (Pls message me I need friends and followers on tik tok, jk, only jking about tik tok, I really need friends
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You gazed at the clock once again, for the what was actually the thousandth time that night. 11:00PM on the dot. To make matters worse, it was a Friday. Not only could you not fall asleep for shit, but the daunting thought of being home alone on a Friday night, only made your insomnia worse.
You sighed as you rolled out of bed and walked lazily to your living room. As you plopped down on your couch, you decided to open up Instagram. While scrolling through your feed, you happened to notice you had a message notification. You clicked on it and instantly a smile lit up your face. A photo of your best friend, and roommate, Noah, with a sad, puppy dog face and a pair of nerdy 3D glasses. The simple message is what really did you in. “Wish you were here. Xo.”
You and Noah had been best friends for the last five years and have been living together for two. You’ve loved him since you met him. His gorgeous eyes, his toned body, his adorable, dorky smile, his hearty laugh. It all made you melt.
You were completely in love with him and he had no fucking clue.
It was absolutely frustrating, to be quite honest. At times, you get so fed up that you just want to pack up, leave, and go start over somewhere else, hoping you’ll forget all about Noah Centineo. Forget all the times he hugged you tightly and wiped your tears away as you cried. Forget all the movie and dinner dates you had gone on, one of the best parts being your spitball fights. Forget all those times he’d tell you he could never sleep, and he’d ask you to just lay with him until he dozed off, saying he just needed a quick cuddle before bed. Forget all of the little, most adorable, seemingly insignificant (but actually meant the whole world to you) moments you both had shared together.
But you knew there was no way that could or would ever happen. You were absolutely smitten.
You noticed he had sent that message over two hours ago. His guy friends had declared it their “Boys Night Out” and decided to go see a thriller 3D film. He looked so cute in those glasses..
You felt your phone buzz and noticed Noah had just texted you.
“Hey, you up? Be home in five. Let’s hangoutttttttttttt! :) Movie sucked. Should have just stayed home with you and watched Clueless for the 18th time. That bad.” He wrote.
You scoffed and instantly replied, “How dare you insult Clueless. Not sure if I can hangout with assholes who insult classic chick flicks.”
“I’ll have you know I’m well versed in chick flick classics. If you can honestly call that a classic….. yikes.”
You laughed, as you typed your response. “You’re evicted. Goodnight.”
“The lease is in my name, love. Let me in little bo peep, I’m outside.”
“We don’t take our keys anymore, now?” You inquired, as he strutted through the door, popping his collar to perfect his extra sassy entrance.
“Nope,” he said, popping the P, “I have them. Just wanted to annoy you and get greeted by your lovely face.” He said, wearing his proud smirk.
“Well, that trip from the couch to the front door made me tired. I’m going to bed,” You jokingly said, turning around to play into it.
“Noooooooo,” he whined, running over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you, “Be nice to me!”
You felt yourself getting weak in the knees, your head spinning and your stomach churning. You didn’t know how much longer you could possibly put off kissing this boy. Especially when he put on his cute act like this. He could be so sarcastic one minute and so fucking cute the next. How were you supposed to control yourself?
“Okay, okay,” you said laughing, collecting yourself after what felt like an hour but had only been a few seconds. “What should we do?”
“I think it’s been quite a while since a proper game of “Truth or Dare”, wouldn’t you say, (Y/L/N)?” He asked, winking at you. Oh, this fucking boy.
“Of all things to do on a Friday night at 11:15, you want to play Truth or Dare?” You asked, giving him only slight fake tude, crossing your arms over your chest while smiling at him.
He grinned. “As a matter of fact, I do. Sit down. I’ll start.” He finished, patting the spot next to him on the couch.
You rolled your eyes but listened anyway, getting comfy next to him while you waited for him to start.
“Y/N, truth or dare?” Noah asked, staring at you intently.
“Truth.”
“Do you still sleep with your nightlight?”
“Um, DUH! You know it gets way too dark in our apartment with these dark ass curtains you picked! I refuse to be tortured because you like to sleep in and not know the sun has risen!”
“That was obviously a touchy subject. My girl thinks the curtains are too dark. Noted.” He laughed as he spoke, obviously getting a kick out of you. He always did.
He would randomly throw in the, “My girl,” comment whenever you would get a bit snarky with him. He always pointed out how you two were already like a married couple. The playful banter would sometimes solicit him making those couply jokes, and as much as they made you melt, you would also realize it didn’t mean what it did to you, to him.
“Hello! Earth to, Y/N! It’s my turn!”
“Sorry. Uh, tr-Truth or dare, Noah?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to go ding dong ditch someone on the 5th floor.” You said, looking down at the ground.
“Y/N, you’re so boring. And I’m way too cozy to be getting up for something so childish right now,” he smirked. “I might as well give myself a dare.”
“Well, why don’t you go on then, Mr. Too Cool For Lame Dares?” You chuckled, looking at him now.
He suddenly got a little more serious, which you knew meant business. He was always lighthearted and happy go lucky. Of course when situations called for it, he was an absolute rock. He gave the best advice, best pep talks and words of encouragement, and you always felt like you had someone on your side. Something must have been weighing on him.
He licked his lips before he spoke. He started slow, “Alright then,” he said, letting out a small nervous, and slightly unsure laugh. “I…. I Dare myself to kiss you, Y/N.”
“You.. what?” Had you heard him right?
“I dare.. I fucking dare myself to fucking kiss you. It’s all I’ve been wanting and needing. This has literally been on my mind for way too long now and it’s driving me crazy. You’re driving me crazy,” he rambled on, his eyes fixated on you for your reaction. “I can’t keep pretending like every time I see you, or every time we hug that I don’t just wanna hold your face and kiss the fuck outta you,” he finished.
You were stunned, mouth open. Speechless, really.
He cleared his throat, his voice sounding much raspier, and sexier, as he reinstated, “So, as long as you’re okay with it and maybe want that too, I dare myself to kiss you.”
“Noah.. I-Uh.. okay,” you silently answered, looking at him with big eyes. You didn’t know how to react, you were worried it was some kind of joke. It didn’t seem real. This handsome, amazing guy, wanting you just as much as you wanted him?
“Okay,” he breathed out a laugh; his breath had hitched as he answered.
He kept his eyes on you as you both slowly leaned in. You closed your eyes and the instant you did that you felt his lips on yours and honestly, you could have cried. Everything felt so right and everything was hazy. You felt yourself get more comfortable and more into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands found your face, as he pulled away from you for a second, eliciting a quiet whimper from you.
“I cannot begin to express how long I’ve wanted this for. And I really cannot explain how beautiful I think you are. Everything about you, Y/N. You’re all I think about. All I thought about while watching that dumb movie was how small and delicate your hands are, how good your hair smells, how your smile literally lights up my day.” He then dropped the contact from your eyes to your neck as he dipped low and kissed your sweet spot. “How badly I want to be with you,” he continued on, sucking your neck a little bit this time. “How badly I need you.”
“Oh Noah,” you moaned, “I want you too. I want you to be mine. I want to be yours. I need you. I really fucking need you.” You were panting at this point, as he was still sucking your neck. You weren’t sure how but you realized at this point your fingers were wrapped between his curls and his breath was shaky against your skin.
“Fuck love. Are you sure you want this? I promise I do, I just want to be sure this is what you want too. I just want you happy, Y/N. I’ve been in love with you from the moment I met you, and I’ve been so nervous to fuck this up. I can’t lose you,” he said, looking back into your eyes, searching to make sure you were okay with what was about to happen.
His words had reassured you, and you finally felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. You gently kissed him, and felt him get into it, lips lightly caressing yours, tongue skimming your bottom lip. You pulled away to say, “I’ve never been so sure, Noah. I’m in love with you too. Always have been. Pretty sure I always will be. Kinda hoping that’s not too honest, but I’m just trying to keep it real,” you laughed a bit.
Noah laughed too, and replied, “You silly, silly girl. You think that honesty of yours isn’t one of the main reasons why I’m so head over heels for you? You’d have thought that in the five years you would have picked up a clue on one of my many obvious signs. Dork,” he teased.
Before you had a moment to retaliate, his hands wandered to your hips and he pulled you in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever received. He kissed you so gently, yet so fervently, you felt your body turning to mush. He slightly tugged the tips of your hair and you moaned into mouth, allowing him access to slip his tongue in. His warm tongue glided over yours and softly caressed yours. He made you feel so fucking sexy by just kissing, you couldn’t imagine how he could make you feel kissing other parts of you or doing other things with other parts.
You’d only hoped you’d ever be able to find this out. It was your lucky fucking day.
You shifted your body to lay more into him and rested your hand in his lap, only to hear him let out a guttural moan. You’d been so into the heated kiss you hadn’t realized you were a bit further into his lap than you thought and you’d been grazing his dick.
This time, you smirked at him, and went right back in for the kiss, slightly palming him through his jeans, feeling him getting harder with each second that passed by.
“Fuck, Y/N, you make me fucking crazy. You make me feel so good,” he half whimpered, his voice, and his cock, straining.
“C’mere,” he muttered, easily picking you up and shifting you onto his lap. “That’s better,” he grinned cheekily, his hands now resting on your ass.
He put his hand behind your head and pulled you in for another hot kiss. He had one hand resting on your ass, and his other was used to tangle your hair around his fingers. He deepened the kiss by adding his tongue, and you felt your panties absolutely pooling. You needed friction and you were quite sure he definitely wouldn’t mind some.
You stood up, having to break the kiss and having Noah pout at you, to take off your pants. You went to get back on Noah, but he grabbed you gently to stop you. “Tsk, tsk,” he tutted at you. “I believe you’re still wearing too much clothing down there,” he said, pointing to your panties.
“Well, don’t you think the person who has a problem with them, should be the one removing them?” You quizzed, your voice sounding extra sultry and turning Noah on even more so if possible.
“That’s definitely,” he started, getting on his knees in front of you, his head right below your waist, “Not a problem.”
As he finished his sentence, you were a bit confused, but that only lasted a second. He made his way to the elastic band of your panties and locked his teeth into it, pulling them completely off, and pulling you back onto his lap, in one slow, seductive yet swift move.
“That’s better,” he sexily smirked, once again resting his hands on your, now bare, ass.
You decided to be the bold one, and begin to move on him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Slowly grinding down on his hardened cock over his jeans, the pressure feeling absolutely out of this world on your clit. You could tell Noah was into it too. Besides his hooded eyes resting directly on your face and his soft moans, his hands were pushing your ass back and forth on him and slightly down a bit, so it felt better for both of you.
You started slow, yes, but fuck, Noah was fucking packing and you couldn’t help but pick up the pace. You started grinding your hips faster, and that still wasn’t enough. Noah felt that you needed more so he pressed down a bit harder and pushed you a bit quicker back and forth over his cock. You couldn’t help but stare down at where your clit was rubbing his jeans and notice the big wet spot pooled on his pants. It felt so dirty, so raw, so fucking hot. Noah’s hands travelled to your tits, as he started to squeeze while you kept your fast rhythm, humping your bare pussy over his jeans.
“Fuck, Y/N.. I feel- I feel you through my jeans. You’re soaking. I need your shirt off. Now. Fuck,” he strained, his voice so raspy and needy.
He removed your shirt quickly, and proceeded to finally remove all of his clothes in one take. You took to your new found favorite place, yet again, on his lap and slowly lowered yourself onto him. You started grinding on his cock again, teasingly slow. The instant your dripping pussy touched his tip, he let out a moan from his belly, a long, dragged out, “Fuuuuuuuuuck.”
He flipped you over so you were beneath him on the couch. Both of you were silently thanking yourselves for deciding to purchase the couch from Ikea that turns into a flat sofa, big enough to be a bed.
He brought a finger to your mouth, in which you happily obliged and allowed him to put his finger tip in and you began to suck on it. He watched you from above, his mouth in a slight “o” shape, precum leaking from his dick from being so fucking goddamn turned on by you.
He removed his finger from your mouth and brought it between your legs and toyed with your slit, expertly gathering up your juices, and slowly bringing his fingers to your clit to rub circles.
“Noah, just like that. Right there. Feels so— yeah, feels so fucking good, Daddy,” you said, trying to wind him up. You had called him it as a joke previously one day during another playful fight, and he tensed up for a bit and shortly went to his room after. You now had a slight hunch as to why.
“Oh my god, Y/N. What are you doing to me?” He moaned, slipping a finger between your folds and then slowly entering your warm, wet, pussy. “You’re so fucking tight. God, I can’t wait to feel my girl wrapped around me. You’re gonna feel so good, love. I’m gonna make you feel so. Fucking. Good.” As he finished his sentence he gave you a couple of nice pumps with his fingers, as he added another one in somewhere along the way and it only heightened your pleasure.
You were a moaning mess and needed him. You weren’t beneath begging. In fact, it turned you on. You wanted Noah to have his absolute fucking way with you.
“Please, I need you Noah. I need you,” you whimpered, feeling his dick now pressed between your folds, slowly grinding up and down on your swollen clit.
“Mmmm, my girl is so polite right now, isn’t she?” He toyed, moving his head down to suck your nipple whilst staring at your eyes.
“Please, Noah. I need to feel your big dick inside me. I need you to fuck me so good that I can’t fucking walk after. I need you to be so deep inside me that all I know is you and your name. I need you to cum for me. Please,” you begged, whimpering as he was still sucking, and now moaning, on your tender nipples.
“You don’t have to fucking ask twice. Especially when you sound so sexy begging for me, love.” He stated, bringing his lips closer to your ear, “I’m going to be the best fuck you’ve ever had. You won’t remember anyone before me, and there certainly will be no one after me, I’ll make fucking sure, love. Grab my shoulders, babe. Or pull my hair. Your call,” he whispered, sucking your ear lobe at the end of his cocky speech. It only made you that much more soaked. You were dripping on his thigh that had been pressed between your legs during the duration. He also noticed this, as he said, “Mmmm, I love feeling you on my thigh. You’re fucking drenched.”
“All for you,” you whispered, totally out of breath at this point. How the fuck did you end up here, naked, under your best friend who you’ve been in love with for all these years, whose also naked and has just professed his love for you, as well? Um, WHO FUCKING CARES, WE GOT HERE!
He slipped a condom on and positioned himself at your entrance. “Like I said, let your hands roam wherever they choose. I’m gonna take you on the ride of your fucking life, princess.”
He slowly entered you, neither of you being able to contain the moans that erupted in your bellies. “Shit,” Noah whimpers, as one of his hands grabs onto the end of the couch, the other around your waist, “You feel so amazing. So warm, so wet. So. Fucking. Tight.”
He was all the way inside you, balls fucking deep. He slowly slipped back out and all the way back in, his cock caressing your insides and making you feel as though you could already cum all over him. You had your head in his neck as he continued pumping himself in and out of you, and you started sucking on his neck.
“Yeah, fuck, that feels so good. You feel so good. Fuck. I can’t believe we waited this long. I love you so much, Y/N. My god, fuck. You’re so fucking tight for me.” Noah said, panting after every other word.
“Oh, I love you too. So much. Shit, yeah Noah! Oh my god, right fucking there, Daddy! You feel so fucking good. Your big cock all the way inside my pussy, you get so fucking deep. My god, go faster. Yeah. Please, please keep fucking going,” you moaned, your voice definitely raising an octave.
“Fuck,” Noah whimpered, pumping faster to keep up with your demands, as he locks eyes with you, his mouth completely open as he slams in and out of you while keeping his fast pace. The couch is shaking and it’s only elevating the sex appeal of the entire situation.
Noah can tell you’re getting close, and he’s feeling like he could bust at any second, so he brings his fingers down to rub fast, hard circles on your clit, while he pumps quickly in and out of you.
“Fuck, Noah, yes. Oh my god, yessssssss! Keep fucking going, just like that,” you yell, turning Noah on more and more with each second that passes. He feels as though he can combust just fucking watching you. You’re absolutely perfect.
“Yeah, you like when I’m fucking you so hard and playing with that pretty pussy of yours? You like when I take care of you huh, my girl? I want you to let me know how fucking good you feel. Let everyone in the building know who’s making you feel this good, love. Cum on my cock, Y/N,” he panted and moaned, sounding just as close to his release as you were.
“Yeah Noah, you make my pussy feel so fucking good. Right there, you’re hitting my spot fuck. I’m gonna cum all over you, fuck. Oh fuck, yeah please, oh my god I’m cumming, Noah!” You yelled, definitely loud enough for all of the neighbors on the 7th floor to know exactly what you’re doing and whose doing it to you. You released all over him, your ears ringing and legs shaking. Your body felt ignited in a way you’ve never experienced before. You wanted him to cum so bad. You needed to see him cum. Ultimately, you needed to be the reason he had to cum. “Fuck, Noah, please cum for me. I need to watch you fall apart on top of me. I need you to show me how good I make you feel. Let me know how much you love my pussy,” you panted, pushing him to his release and his thrusts getting sloppier.
“Fuck, you’re so filthy. My feisty, dirty girl. Who knew you had such a filthy mouth? You’re gonna make me cum, Y/N. Oh fuck, yeah love, fuck I love you. Oh, yeah, shit,” Noah moaned, voice literally raspier than ever as he slammed his hand down on the end of the couch, gripping it for dear life. You felt his cock twitch inside you and his face scrunched up while he moaned inaudible words and chanted your name and he released into the condom, still inside of you, locking eyes with you just as he had cum but he had to close his eyes from the pleasure being so intense.
His body collapsed onto yours, and you wrapped your arms around him, as you both came down from your highs. He was silently tracing shapes on your arm while his head was resting in the crook of you neck, planting small kisses to the spots he had sucked on earlier.
As you both finally caught your breaths, he lifted his head and caught your eyes. He raised his hand to brush away a piece of hair that clung to your sweaty face, as he sweetly and softly laughed.
“I can’t believe I went to that dumb fucking movie and came home to tell you how in love with you I am,” he said, smiling down at you.
“All thanks to a solid game of truth and dare that hardly took off,” you chuckled, staring right back into his gorgeous, sweet eyes.
“Shit,” he said, realizing you hardly got through the game. He smirked, “Y/N, truth or dare?” He asked, as he grabbed your hand.
“I’m too tired for another one of your kind of dares.. Truth,” you said, snorting as you laughed.
He kissed you gently before placing his lips at your ear and whispered, “Will you be my girlfriend?”
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