#these two definitely cant dance Glisten give up on them

[k-hotchoisan]

Congrats on 500 I'm so proud!! I'd love to request number 21from your 'this or that' list, excited to see what you will choose!

21. Get fucked by San in the dance studio or Get fucked by Jongho in the recording studio?

NO BC YOU SAW THE SHIT ABOUT ATEEZ SAYING SAN DANCES SHIRTLESS IN THE DANCE STUDIO?????? I CANT KEEP PRETENDING IM GOd’S STRONGEST SOLDIER COS IM NOT!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

IT HAS NOT LEFT MY MIND SINCE THEN

No thanks to the sexual tension, you and San obviously do more than just dance in the dance studio.

Genre/Warnings: semi public sex, smut, sweaty sex 🔥, mirror sex, unprotected sex, cream pies, dirty talk

Tag list: @bro-atz @diamond-3 (message me if you wanna be in my taglist!)

K’s500: this or that? Masterlist

You don’t know how you ended up here, in the practice room, but it was probably because San ended up luring you and trapping you here. You knew you should have turned your heel and left the damn room when you found the rumors of him always going shirtless during dance practice were true.

And now he has you on his lap, grinding against his hard-on, your hands feeling every part of skin like a fucking buffet. You’ve almost been dreaming for this. He has his lips locked on yours, his thumb grazing your bottom lip to remind you to hang your jaw open for him. You swear he could eat you whole and you’d just allow it to happen.

San’s gaze lands on the mirror before him and he cracks a smile as he shifts you to have your back agains his chest. Your face flushes at the sight of you in the mirror, spread out, the lights of room only enhancing how wet your cunt looks. San drags his fingers over your hole with two fingers as he tugs your folds open, and the slick only glistens underneath the bright lights.

His voice is melting any common sense you have left in your mind as he mutters right into your ear, “we should take advantage of this mirror, shouldn’t we?”

“What if we get caught?” you ask, albeit breathlessly as you feel his hard erection just pressing against your spine.

“We won’t”, San replies, trailing his hands up to your tits under your shirt as he gives them a squeeze, making you gasp. He’s peppering kisses and bites down your neck as he switches back and forth from lightly pinching your nipples and squeezing your tits, evidently, that was more than enough to turn you into putty in his hands as you sigh, shutting your eyes to just sink into the pleasure.

“Keep your eyes open,” he commands, and your eyes flutter open, if it’s not you noticing the way you’re spreading your legs even wider, it’s the way he’s staring at you through the mirror looking hungry as fuck for you. Your shirt is lifted all the way up over your chest, and you’re practically naked in front of him. You feel so exposed but something about seeing yourself looking so aroused and being touched all over by Choi San only turned you on even more.

“Fuck me, please”, you murmur, loud enough for him to hear. He hears it, that’s definite, but he tilts his head, acting confused.

“Come again, babe? Didn’t hear you.”

You bite your lip.

“I want you to fuck me”, you say, a little louder this time. San continues to feign ignorance. He shakes his head, “still can’t hear you Angel.”

“Fucking hell. I need you to fuck me dumb, Choi fucking San!” You exclaim, tightening your grip on his arm.

That’s only when San has his satisfied smile plastered, before lifting you off his lap, and removing his sweats. You stare at the way his cock emerges from the fabric and swallow hard. As he pumps his cock a couple of times, he pats his lap for you to sit on and you immediately comply.

There you are, back facing his chest again, as you stare at the way he’s fucking his hand through the mirror. He’s doing his best to hold back but you could tell the way his eyes are starting to glaze over from the pleasure.

You hover over his cock and slowly sink yourself in, eyes rolling at how he’s stretching you so fucking good at every inch he pushes in. You gasp when his cockhead presses deep in you, before completely dropping onto him, and a groan escapes San’s lips, his hands adding pressure on your lips.

“You feel so fucking good, babe”, he sighs into your ear, shifting slightly to make sure he’s buried in you to the hilt, and oh god does it feel like fucking heaven.

It’s almost automatic—you lift your hips slightly before dropping down, your hands gripping his thighs. No, it felt too fucking good that you could barely even move yourself. A soft chuckle drifts into your ear.

“Dick too fucking good?” He asks. But obviously he never gives you the chance to answer because he thrusts his hips up, and a broken cry releases from your lips.

“S-San-“ you cry out, but San begins to catch a steady rhythm of fucking you from below.

He reminds you again, “look at the mirror, look at how fucking pretty you look right now, look at how you’re getting ruined by me.” You barely keep your eyes open, and the sight on the mirror was borderline pornographic��his cock being swallowed by your hole as he pulls out again, watching the way you cream on his cock.

“You’re squeezing me darling”, San laughs, even though it’s through a broken moan. You’re starting to sob a little because it feels so fucking good. San strokes your thighs, only for him to hold them open as he ensures his whole length is deep in you every time he fucks into you.

“San, so deep. You’re so fucking deep”, you mutter, slowly losing any ounce of rationality.

“Does it feel good?”

You nod. “More. Break me.”

Something flashes in his eyes for a moment that you don’t catch because he has you lying on the ground with your ass up, and he forces you to look at the mirror as he has his fingers curl around your neck, and his other hand holds your hips before he pushes his cock back into you again.

Your eyes roll back, and another sob escapes you. He doesn’t let you adjust and he rails you from the back. You have no choice but to watch the way he pounds into you from the back in the mirror, the wet slapping sounds even louder this time. You hear his groans that grow higher in octave, and you don’t register the way drool is threatening to slip past the corner of your lips.

“Too much! S-San!” You cry out the moment you feel something funny in your abdomen. He ignores you, only replying with a curt smile before landing his hand on your ass, causing you to jerk forward in surprise, your mouth hanging open.

“Let it go. You know you want to.”

The strange feeling tightens in your stomach the more he hits deep into you, until you completely break and scream his name, squirting all over him, your mind going blank as your body convulses in bliss. San makes sure you ride your orgasm out before he sinks himself deep into you, and warm fluid spurts right into your cunt.

“Fuck. That’s it. Take it all in your cunt, darling”, he grunts, squeezing your ass as he empties himself in you.

There’s a short moment of silence before he pulls out. You slump onto the cold, wooden floor, trying to catch your breath, watching San pull his sweats up again, pocketing his phone and towel. You feel him tugging your shorts up for you and your shirt over your shoulders, and then his arms under you as he carries you, placing a kiss on your temple.

Through hazed eyes, you pout.

“We’re definitely gonna get caught”, which San only replies with a soft laugh.

“It’s practicing—just a different kind.”

[atinymonster]

2WILIGHT ZONE (ateez x tbz concert)

ateez 9th member.

jiyu moments at the 2wilight zone online concert

ateez and tbz literally had zero interactions :(( but i guess it was due to covid and tbz is literally already a maximum party number with eleven people cujsjxksjz

italicized are live comments!! also click on photos for better resolution and for the full image :)

➴ taglist: @banhmi07, @jiyeons-closet, @mochibabycakes, @marsophilia, @studioreader, @dkdlwhs12, @jaembluey, @atzaria, @skzfairies, @starlightjoong, @bbanghoonie

➴ masterlist

i just KNOW their waiting rooms were probably chaotic in their own ways 😭😭

okay but jiyu was genuinely so excited because having a collab concert with a group

and she was excited to virtually meet deobis and atinys, too 🥺🥺

girlie went HARD with deja vu

hongjoong, during their first ment: jiyu it’s only our first song and you just went all out—

jiyu: but im excited :((

(jongho just wanted to get jiyu to do aegyo at least once and suffer with him 😭)

(jongho just wanted to get jiyu to do aegyo at least once and suffer with him 😭)

jongho’s knew started acting up (please rest up jongho 🥺🥺🥺) so she stood next to him to help support him whenever he needed :((

their outfits were mainly leather so she was sWEATING buckets

but mama hwa to the rescue!! he occasionally dabbed her forehead and face with a tissue during their ments in between their songs

fever and eternal sunshine were literally her favorite songs to perform but the fact that they were performing them in their black leather outfits made it seem so weird 😭😭

jiyu: “i can’t take us seriously”

mc yeosang: “neither can i sometimes, but why?”

jiyu: “we look like a biker gang and we just performed eternal sunshine and fever”

yunho: “we’re a happy biker gang!” 😄

jiyu: “if yunho says we’re a happy biker gang, then that’s exactly what we are” 🥺😤

lmao pls jiyu’s so whipped for yunho 🥺🥺🥺 (i meAN THIS PLATONICALLY SORRY SUNWOO PLS DONT COME FOR ME—)

^ hELP ITS 4 AM DONT MAKE ME LAUGH 😭😭😭😭

the way yeosang just casually agreed that he cant take them seriously sometimes but honestly i see where he’s coming from hfjsjxjzjxjzk 💀💀💀

despite not having any interactions whatsoever with tbz

that did NOT mean they were letting jiyu off scott-free with the teasing 🤡🤡

hongjoong: “atiny! stay after to support jiyu’s boyfriend after we leave”

jiyu: *choked on her water*

wooyoung: “yeah! she even knows the choreography to their new song, thrill ride!”

mc yeosang: “oh! please show us!”

jiyu: “…it’s been a year and you still act as if we started dating last month” 😭

she still danced the du du du du part of the chorus anyways for their (and deobitinys) satisfaction

sunwoo jiyu best couple 🤧🤧🤧

she danced that in tiny 🥺🥺🥺

performing not too late live always hits different for jiyu :((

hongjoong’s rap verse always gets to her since she really resonates and relates with the lyrics 🥺🥺 poor baby

like atinys swore her eyes were glistening at some point when mingi held onto her hand and started swinging their connected hands back and forth ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

but then they literally transitioned to thank u right after fijsjxjsjx ✨✨

sad jiyu goodbye

there were so many wholesome interactions during this song please—

exhibit a: jiyu tapping hongjoong on the shoulder and bowing to him right when the lyrics went she sings “thank you” at the start of the chorus and hongjoong looking like 😯☺️😄 before giving her a hug :((

exhibit b: mingi looking at her with the utmost adoration like 😄🥺✨ when he let her rap the second half of his rap verse

exhibit c: hwa and jiyu one arm hugging each other as jongho sang the last lyrics of the song

when they were reading the live comments, she was in charge of the ones in english and when she saw all the comments literally FLOOD in

she went 😮😮😮😮 “woah!”

jiyu: “you guys are doing so well,,,thank you!!”

jiyu: “seonghwa so cute”

hwa: “thank you”

jiyu: “…cute in this outfit??” (she doesnt mean this in a bad way, its just that they were in their black leather mv outfits so she didnt think cute was the right word 😭😭)

hongjoong, reading the korean comments: “wah…jiyu really looks so good this comeback”

jiyu: 🤨🤨 “…so i didn’t look good in the other comebacks?”

she loves teasing atiny, it’s literally her hobby and they know it 😭😭

jIYU PLS 😭😭😭

the way she looks so offended too hAHAHAH

jiyu not letting atiny breathe pt. 472819 🤧

jiyu found a comment that made her laugh at how intense it was

jiyu: “this one sounds so passionate…jiyu, tell me there’ll be a collab stage with you and sunwoo so i can sleep in peace tonight”

she was sad to break the news that there wouldn’t be a collab stage due to covid precautions ☹️☹️☹️

jiyu: “the boyz sunbaenim are already pushing the people limit with just themselves” jiyu please 😭😭😭

jiyu: “but who knows maybe there’ll be something special in the future so stay tuned…and uh, please get some sleep tonight” 🥲

bby was sad when they were onto the last two songs for their segment :((

she hadn’t performed say my name or hala hala in what felt like years so she was glad to give atinys the 2021 version ✨✨✨

please right before the dance break you could hear her quickly say:

“san please dont break your mic again”

lo and behold she didn’t know if it broke but she definitely saw it fall off

but she had no room to say anything since she literally went all out in that dance break too

the lights dimmed and they had to leave 😔😔

jiyu: “aww…byebye atiny! until next time!”

wooyoung: *pulling her backstage so tbz can prepare for their segment* i read someone’s comment saying that tbz had a different stage and set but idk if that’s true so 😭

fans’ (and a bonus) reactions:

[rocorambles]

fwb with an hq boy of your choice who recently went thru break up, no strings attached but they catch feelings for their dear fwb so reader breaks up the agreement then hq boy turns yandere bc they just cant get enough of them and no one can ever make them feel sososo loved and appreciated like reader hhhhh <3

This immediately made me think of a Yandere Iwaizumi. 

Warnings: Yandere, Non-Con, Delusional Mindset, Implied NSFW

Iwaizumi doesn’t date easily, so he takes his breakup badly, wallowing in self-pity, wondering where it all went wrong as he drowns himself in cheap alcohol and the grinding sweaty mass of bodies at college frat parties. 

And that’s how he finds you. 

You’re just another body in the crowd, another sexy thing rubbing against him, coyly looking up at him from underneath fluttering lashes, just another distraction from the pain, so he lets himself fall in bed with you, lets his body tangle with yours in the sheets. 

So when he wakes up to yet another empty and cold bed, yet another girl who’s used and thrown him away, he’s not surprised. 

But he is surprised by the cute little note left on his bedside table with a name and a phone number. 

He’s nowhere near ready for another relationship and he politely texts you that, not wanting to lead you on, but he gapes at the forward response he gets. 

I’m not trying to marry you, Iwaizumi. I just want to fuck~

It’s admittedly very appealing, the thought of having someone at his beck and call, having a more reliable source to relieve his heavy emotions on, and from what he does remember of your night together, his body definitely wouldn’t be opposed to having you underneath him again. An easy decision with one rule. 

Don’t catch feelings.

It starts off simply enough, tipsy flings after parties, quick “study breaks”. Fuck and leave. Fuck and leave. 

He doesn’t know when that began to change. He doesn’t know when he started waking up with your body still curled up next to him as the sunlight came trickling in. He doesn’t know when the two of you started hanging out more during the day in public, joking about something at the campus coffee shop, spending hours just being together, not touching each other even once. And slowly but surely, he can feel his hurt and closed off heart unfurling tentatively once more, hopeful of a new chance at love. 

Unfortunately you’re not on the same page and he grits his teeth as he remembers the tense conversation the two of you had, the way barely polite sentences became the two of you baring your fangs at each other as neither of you backed down from your stance. 

You weren’t ready for a relationship, didn’t want a relationship, just wanted to have fun. You’re sorry he felt like you had led him on, but you had been clear from the beginning. No feelings involved. 

He thinks you’re too stubborn, too scared to accept that this is more, that you’re in denial of what’s clearly something more than just a casual relationship. Why won’t you just give him a chance? 

But it ends with both of you storming away in opposite directions. 

You just need to clear your head. You’ll come around. You’ll come back to him. When he’s gone from your life, you’ll realize he was right, that the two of you were meant to be together. 

That’s the mantra that repeats itself in Iwaizumi’s head everyday after that night and he patiently waits by his phone, positive your name will pop up on the screen. 

But days pass, weeks pass and he never hears from you. 

Fine, he’ll be the bigger person and take the first step in repairing your relationship. 

It’s easy to find out where you’ll be this weekend. You’ve always had the habit of looking for the biggest party on campus and Iwaizumi shoves through the raucous crowd in search of you, looking for the group of girls he knows you’re always joined to the hips with. 

So imagine his surprise when he finds you pressed against a very masculine body with a tongue shoved down your throat, a large hand squeezing and kneading your ass in the middle of the dance floor? 

He can feel his heart shatter as he rushes out the door and back to his dorm, betrayal, anger, jealousy twisting nauseatingly inside of him as he collapses on his carpeted floor. 

How could you? Had he imagined the connection between the two of you after all? 

But as the turmoil inside of him begins to lose its intensity, to lose its razor sharp edge while he lays awake in bed, he remembers. He remembers the way you looked at him, the way you smiled at him. No. He hadn’t imagined it. You did love. You DO love him. He just needs to show you.

He’s thankful for the timing as finals wrap up, as students begin to escape campus, excitedly making their way back home to reunite with old friends and family. He’s thankful that your specific major’s exams always tend to be on the tail end of final weeks. He’s thankful that you’ve always liked to linger around on campus when it’s emptier, never immediately going home after your last final. 

He sends a long overdue text your way, asking if you could meet him at his dorm to talk privately, to end things on a better note than the garbage fire your last conversation had been. 

He just wants to make things right. 

And he smiles when you agree, something warm fluttering in his chest when you hesitantly sit beside him on his bed, telling him you also regret how things ended between the two of you. But he scowls when you stare at him with hopeful eyes. 

“We can still be friends!”

The sentence is barely out of your mouth before lips are crashing against yours and the two of you are a flailing vicious knot of limbs. He doesn’t want to hurt you and he won’t seriously hurt you. But God are you infuriating sometimes and his hands tightly grip you, fingers digging into your arms to keep you still, teeth harshly biting your lip in a demand for you to stop squirming and twisting, and you obey, little whimpers of pain escaping you and the beginning of tears glistening in the corner of your eyes. 

He hates it. He hates knowing that you’re hurting, that he’s the one inflicting it on you. But he knows better than anyone after years of dealing with Oikawa that sometimes stubborn people like you need tough love, need someone to knock some sense into them. And who better or more qualified than him? The man who loves you, the man who you love?  

[samanthadalton]

Star crossed lovers part 7 (au)

pairings: poppy x mc (bea)

warnings: throughout this fic there will be mentions of substance abuse, homophobia, sexual abuse, violence, NSFW, mentions of abandonment, depression and death including suicide

reader discretion is advised

taglist: @somewillwin @cloud9in @save-me-the-last-dance @baexpoppy @stanzoeywade @ognenniyvolk @thepotatobleh @crazzyplays @rxssians @helpconfusedpersonhere @dopeyouth @boys-girls-i-cant-help-it-baby @clowneryme (if you wanna be added on let me know) 

word count: 5.2k (my longest chapter yet) 

if there’s any mistakes i’ll fix it later bc its like 5am here 

part 1: part 2: part 3: part 4: part 5: part 6: 

Birthday Bash 

“Bea.” 

Poppy stares at the brunette, wide-eyed, her knuckles turning white as she firmly grips on the doorknob, but she doesn’t let go. She definitely wasn’t planning on seeing her girlfriend tonight, and judging by the haunted expression on Bea’s face, neither was she. 

“Hey,” is all Bea can squeak out, lips slightly quivering, her eyes a bloodshot red as if she’s been crying for days. Poppy quickly peaks her head out of the doorway, analysing her surroundings, looking for any traces of anyone's presence before clutching onto Bea’s arm and dragging her into the foyer.

“What happened?” Poppy’s voice is soft, timid, her brows furrowed as she takes in Bea’s demeanour. As the lights shine on Bea, Poppy can see her girlfriend’s features more clearly, her cheeks glisten with dried tear stains, while her hair looks like a bush, most likely from Bea running her hand through hair constantly, a habit she does when she’s upset or angry. 

As if right on cue, Bea runs a hand through her hair, her expression distressed.“ Is it safe to talk here?” Bea’s tone’s insecure as she gazes into the strawberry blonde’s eyes for the first time tonight, and Poppy notices the sad glint in her eyes. It takes all of Poppy’s strength to not break down in tears just by looking at her girlfriend. 

Poppy clears her throat, blinking away the tears, “uh yeah, my dad’s not home. Come let’s go to my room.” Poppy contemplates holding Bea’s hand as she sees it fitted closely to the brunette’s side, but reminds herself how volatile things are between her and Bea so she walks ahead of Bea and not looking behind her until she reaches her room. She opens the door and lets Bea into the room, making a beeline for her bed, sitting at the edge while Bea hovers near the door frame, nervously fidgeting as if it’s her first time in the strawberry blonde’s room, her eyes wearily glancing around the room. 

“You can sit if you want” Poppy pats the space near her and Bea gives her a small smile as Bea gives a small nod of appreciation and meanders over to her bed and settles down, leaving a wide gap between herself and Poppy. As the girls look over at each other, familiarity slowly begins to wash over them as the memories that they spent together in the room come flooding into their minds; the late nights, the sneaking out, the kisses, the cuddles, the I love yous. It wasn’t that long ago where the girls were lying down in Poppy’s bed together discussing their future and senior year, but now as they’re in the same space everything has changed, and deep down inside they both know that. 

Poppy gives Bea a warm smile, her eyes full of affection as she waits patiently for her girlfriend to speak first. Poppy knows firsthand to be submissive when Bea is in a mood, otherwise Bea will just close off and the girls won’t make any progress. After some deliberation, she tentatively reaches out, her hand slowly clasping around Bea’s, giving it a squeeze, a small gesture to reassure her girlfriend that she’s willing to wait. Bea smiles internally at Poppy’s action, but after the dispute between herself and her mother, it has been on a constant replay in her head, almost like a never ending nightmare which she can’t wake herself up from. The girls continue to sit in the silence as Bea tries to gain her bearings, her mind going a million miles a minute, but Bea fights against the flight instinct she has become accustomed to over the last couple of months taking a deep slowing breath before opening her mouth to speak. 

“Thank you for letting me in.” 

Poppy frowns, “you’re my girlfriend Bea, I would never turn you away.” 

Bea glances down at the floor, “so why didn’t you want me at the hospital? Or why haven’t you answered my calls? Texts?” A guilty expression flashes across Poppy’s face, as she stutters, struggling to come up with a valid reason, instead she clamps her mouth shut, her lips pressed together in a thin line. Bea reaches out to take Poppy’s cast in both of her hands, her soft fingers delicately brushing against the rough plaster, a solemn look on her face. “When you fell I-” she abruptly cuts herself off as hot tears begin to stream down her face, she shifts her gaze away from Poppy, in an attempt to hide her face. 

Poppy reaches out, cupping Bea’s face in her hands, her thumbs swiping the tears as she places her forehead against the brunettes, speaking softly against her lips, “Bea I know. I’m okay though.” The strawberry blonde’s voice begins to waver but she clears her throat, pushing away the lump in her throat, “I know I’ve been distant lately. Pushing you away and it isn’t fair. We need to stop avoiding this conversation.” Bea nods into Poppy’s hands, sniffling as she blinks away the last couple of tears forming in her eyes. 

“You’re right.” 

And so Bea tells Poppy everything; her unexpected visit from her dad, the argument with Isabella, the night she was almost mugged. Poppy stares intensely as Bea, quietly taking in the information, part of her feels like an idiot, like she’s being selfish. Crying over a broken arm while Bea’s life is completely falling apart. But another part of her feels hurt, hurt that Bea had been concealing all of this. Suppressing all her emotions to the point where Poppy almost blamed her for her fall. 

She understands that her and Bea live in two completely different worlds. But would that be their downfall? Or would they be able to push through their differences and love each other unconditionally? Promise that they will never keep something from the other? Promise to love and commit to each other no matter the consequences? 

Maybe Bea would be able to, but could Poppy? She has more to lose than Bea does, more at stake. But all those doubts perish when Bea gazes at the strawberry blonde, relief flashing across her face. She seems more at ease than when she first came in, like the weight has been lifted off her shoulders and Bea’s problems shouldn’t be her own burden, Poppy knew what she was getting herself into when she decided to be with Bea. No matter how much life threw at them nothing could take away the fact that they were soulmates, who were brought together to balance each other out. 

“Pops?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” Poppy moves in, she places a soft, long kiss on Bea’s forehead before fitting herself in Bea’s bigger frame, her arms wrapping around the brunette’s waist, while her head nuzzles into her neck. “You have nothing to apologise for Bea. If anything I should be sorry. I’ve been such a bitch, when I should’ve been there for you. I hate that we’ve come to this. Not being able to tell each other anything.” 

Poppy hears Bea sharply inhale and lifts her head to look at her girlfriend, “Was there something else?” 

One of Bea’s hands moves to stroke the strawberry blonde’s hair, she solemnly nods, “yes. Don’t be mad I didn’t say anything earlier because I would’ve but you were ignoring my calls.” Poppy pushes herself off her girlfriend studying Bea’s remorseful expression. “It’s about Carter. 

“What about him? Did he do something to you?” Poppy brow’s furrow while Bea shakes her head. 

“He approached me the night of the volleyball, the game where you fell.” her gaze drifts down to Poppy’s cast, “he knows about us.” 

Poppy feels the blood rushing to her ears, as her heart thumps powerfully in her chest. ‘This isn’t supposed to happen, no one is supposed to know’ is all she can think, while her face pales and her eyes continuously blink, wondering if she’s heard Bea wrong. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know how Poppy but he swore he wouldn’t say anything,” Bea stammers. 

Poppy feels anger flaring up in her body as her eyes shoot daggers at Bea, “what the fuck Bea. You know how many times Carter has been to my house in the last week? And this entire time he fucking knew?” Poppy wildly throws her arms around, face reddening by the second. 

Bea feels anger exploding within her, her face scrunched up in a scowl and she starts yelling, “You were ignoring me. I called. I texted. You couldn’t be bothered to check up on your own girlfriend. So don’t you dare” she points an accusatory finger at Poppy, “blame me.” 

Both girls glare at each other, anger reaching a boiling point, the sounds of their tiny quick breaths fill up the deafening silence in the room. Bea takes a step towards Poppy, who in retort takes a step forward too, and without hesitation both girls move in for the kiss, their tongues already tangled together as they fight for dominance. Bea grabs the Poppy by her hips, pulling her closer to her frame, as she angles her head downwards, pushing her tongue into Poppy’s mouth who responds with small moans, her mouth invitingly opening up, as her hands creep up around Bea’s neck, wrapping around it and pulling her down onto the bed. All the pent up anger, passion, the absence of intimacy is met in the kiss, the girls feeding off each other’s kisses not breaking apart for air, as if they can live off the very feeling they’re giving each other. 

Soon the girls pull apart, their gaze fixated on one another, until they break into a fit of laughter, realising how ludicrous the entire situation is. 

“I’m sorry for snapping. I guess I’m scared about people finding out about us.” 

“Hey.” Bea cups Poppy’s face, her thumbs stroking her jawline as her eyes look intensely into Poppy’s brown doe eyes, “I would never let anything bad happen to you. Carter said himself, he’s not the enemy, he’s just an ass.” Poppy lets out an airy laugh, slightly shaking her head, while Bea returns a small smile, “I’m just glad we’re okay now, I missed you.” Bea leans down and places a chaste kiss on the strawberry blonde’s lips. 

“I missed you too. From now on no more secrets okay? We need to make sure we are healthily communicating with each other because I hate fighting with you.” 

“I know, I guess sometimes I just don’t want to burden you.” 

“Bea, you’re my girlfriend, you could never be a burden to me.” The girls share a long look, one filled with affection and appreciation. “You gonna be okay going home? You can stay here if you want.” 

Bea shakes her head, “your dad will be here soon and I don’t wanna risk it. It’ll be fine, I think.” Bea hesitantly adds. 

‘Well, I’m here if you ever need a getaway. And I’m glad we’ve made up because there is no way in hell we are not going to celebrate your birthday.” 

Bea lets out a loud groan, “Dammit it.” 

“We are going to celebrate your birthday Bea Hughes, you are not getting out of this one so easily.” 

…. 

In the following weeks, Bea and Poppy could not be in a better place, though their relationship was still a well kept secret from the students of Belvoire, or at least the majority of them, the girls back to being madly in love. Since cheer was not really an option for Poppy currently, she began investing into her role of head of the school newspaper more, while offering more hours to volunteer at her local animal shelter. Bea on the other hand was pouring herself into maintaining a healthy work/school balance. Her and Aria began a family night once a week, where her, Aria and Poppy and sometimes Veronica, Zoey and AJ would all get together and cook and play board games for a couple of hours. Although Bea and Poppy recently made up, they almost got into another fight after Bea put down a +4 in Uno and Poppy almost lost her shit. All the while, Poppy and Zoey were planning Bea’s birthday party. Bea was never too  crazy about her birthday but after a lot of petitioning from Poppy, Veronica and Zoey she eventually agreed to a birthday party which would be hosted by Zoey. 

…. 

Soon it’s time for Bea’s birthday and as soon as the brunette wakes up from her slumber she immediately goes onto her phone to see a bunch of birthday messages from all her friends. Poppy of course had wished Bea a happy birthday at exactly 12am and left her girlfriend a very long paragraph including all the reasons she loves her. Zoey leaves a drunken voice message, telling Bea that she’s starting the party early while Veronica gives a short and very mundane message just simply wishing Bea a happy birthday. Bea scrolls through the rest of the birthday wishes thanking everyone for the wishes until a pillow comes flying out of nowhere smashing into her face. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG SIS!” Aria jumps onto Bea, giving her some very brutal birthday beats while also not forgetting to give one for luck. Once she’s done, she jumps off Bea’s bed laughing. Bea massages her arms tenderly, mentally planning her little sister’s demise until Aria brings out a small wrapped box from under her bed, holding it out to Bea. 

“Aria you didn’t have to.” 

“Shut up and just open it.” 

Bea amusingly huffs as she carefully unwraps the bow on the box, before lifting the lid. She lets out a small gasp as tears begin to form in her eyes. “Oh my god Aria.” She endearingly stares at her sister before pulling her in for a massive bear hug, “this is the best present ever thank you.’ 

Aria returns the hug for a few moments until breathlessly cries out, “Bea, you’re crushing my lungs.” Bea instantly lets go, sympathetically rubbing her younger sister’s back, 

“Sorry Aria, but this is perfect, how did you know?” She affectionately stares at the picture frame in her hand, beaming at the photo of a young Bea holding a baby Aria in her arms. 

“Because you love that kind of stuff. Mom helped me with it.” 

Bea visibly tenses, “she did huh?” Aria who is completely oblivious about the severity of the altercation between Bea and her mother, only thinking it was just a petty argument that resulted in them not being on speaking terms, merely nods and flounces to the bathroom to get ready. 

After a birthday breakfast where Bea had to take over from Aria who can barely make a decent pancake batter, the girls sit in the living room reminiscing about the past, laughing at the past memories of one another. They’re interrupted by the sudden creaking of Isabella’s door who gingerly looks out of room before stalking towards the kitchen to fetch herself a glass of water. Bea pointedly avoids Isabella’s presence by directing her complete focus to her younger sister until Isabella’s low voice interrupts the conversation. 

“Happy birthday Bea.” 

Bea ignores her mother, clenching her jaw, furious at her mother’s attempt to simply sweep her previous proclamation about not wanting anything to do with her aside. “Hey Aria, why don’t we go to Zoey’s and then I’ll drop you off at your friend’s. We’ll even take my bike.” 

Aria squeals hugging Bea tightly, “seriously? You’ll let me go on the bike?” 

“Yeah, of course. Now go get your stuff I’ll wait here.” Aria rushes into her room while Bea reluctantly makes her way to the kitchen, where Isabella’s expression is downcast as her long nails tap against her glass. “Aria’s staying over at a friend’s tonight and I’ll be home late so I guess you have the house to yourself. Don’t trash it because remember who’s paying the bills in this house.” Bea turns away but Isabella latches onto her arm, her tone pleading. 

“Please Bea. It’s been weeks.” 

Bea aggressively shrugs her mom’s arm off hers before looking directly into her eyes, a fire blazing in them. “And? I meant what I said. No more handouts. You’re on your own. Tell Aria I’m waiting out front.” With that she walks off without a second thought or glance. 

….

Bea’s birthday is soon in full blast, and as Bea walks into the back yard she can’t help but be in awe of Zoey and Poppy’s collaboration to make the party a hit. The fairy lights carefully placed around the trees, shine brightly, a stark contrast to the dark night sky. A arm slings around Bea’s shoulder pulling her close to the warm body, “Happy birthday bitch!” Zoey places a plastic crown on Bea’s head giving her best friend a kiss on the cheek. As looks up and down appraising Bea’s short red dress, “damn girl, 18 looking good on you already.” 

“How are you already drunk? The party just started.” 

“How are you not drunk yet? It’s your birthday, let loose a little.” Zoey grabs Bea’s hands doing a silly dance before Bea breaks apart her gaze serious. 

“What’s wrong Zoey? I’ve known you long enough to know something’s up.” 

Zoey sighs, slumping her shoulders, her expression dejected, “I asked Veronica if she wanted to come to this party together but she said no.” 

“Aww Zo,” Bea pulls in Zoey for a hug. “I thought you guys really liked each other?” Zoey in retort lets out a bitter laugh.

“I guess it was just about sex for her. But fuck her. I don’t need her to have a good time.” She takes a huge swig of her beer, “besides, tonight is a celebration.” She downs the rest of her drink, exhaling sharply, “I’m gonna go grab another drink.” She makes her way to the drinks stand until Bea is tackled by a hug which almost sends her tumbling to the ground.��

“Happy birthday baby.” Poppy gives Bea a huge kiss on her lips, and when the kiss breaks off, Bea licks her lips a little, tasting the cherry lip gloss from Poppy’s lips. 

“Mmm, thank you,” she pulls Poppy in for another kiss until they’re interrupted by a loud cough. 

“Umm I’m here.” Veronica lifts a hand up waving, while a huge wrapped box is fitted to her side, wrapped around her other hand. “Here, happy birthday.” She shoves the box into Bea’s hands who just looks at Veronica gratefully. 

“Wow, thanks Veronica.” Veronica responds with a small hum as Bea begins ripping off the wrapping and then looks back up at Veronica wide-eyed. “Holy shit V, thank you. This is awesome.” She takes out the fresh biker helmet, staring at it in astonishment, a glossy black exterior, with white stripes painted all over it, brings a huge smile to Bea’s face and she gives Veronica a strong one armed hug. 

“You’re welcome.” Veronica beams as she hugs Bea back, “See told you she’ll like it P.” 

Poppy facetiously rolls her eyes, “fine you were right. But” she pulls Bea back to her side giving her girlfriend a quick peck on her lips, “my present is a million times better.” 

“Well duh you’re her girlfriend.” 

“Oh shush Lombardi, you’re just bitter that Zoey isn’t interested in you.” Bea furrows her eyebrows slightly at Veronica who just embarrassingly turns away. “Well let’s go get some drinks.” 

Many of Bea’s friends from the south join the party including Razor who gets a stern (and slightly drunken) telling off from Poppy for giving Bea a knife. Poppy excuses herself to join Zoey and a bunch of others in a game of truth or dare which Bea respectfully declines. As the party carries on, Bea stands at the edge of the living room carefully sipping her beer as she looks around, the music infectiously blaring from the speakers as everyone begins to dance. AJ sidles up to Bea giving her a warm hug wishing her a happy birthday. 

“I was wondering when you would show up.” 

“My dad wanted me to stay for a family dinner since my aunt came over but said I could come to the party once it ended.” 

Bea gives AJ a sincere pat on the back, “Well I’m glad you’re here. Have you spoken to Poppy yet?” 

AJ sheepishly rubs his hand on his neck, a slight frown on his face, “not yet. I’ve been kinda avoiding her but I’ll speak to her and apologize for scaring her.” 

“Alright, go and enjoy the party, I’m just gonna head out for some air.” AJ joins the fray as Bea heads out to the front yard staring at the night sky. 

“I thought you’re supposed to celebrate on your birthday?” 

Bea turns her head slightly to see a smirking Veronica making her way up to her and amusingly huffs, “I just needed some air. Sometimes the music gives me a headache.” 

“Yeah, these parties can be a bit much. But they’re definitely better than the shitty parties from Belvoire’s most finest.” 

“I’ve never been to a Belvoire party before.” 

Veronica exapgreentlying gasps, holding a hand to her chest, “who would’ve thought, Belvoire’s most hated has never been to a Belvoire party,” her voice dripping with sarcasm. 

Bea smirks but her eyes look lost in thought until she looks over at the ombre-haired girl, curiosity in her eyes, “so what happened with you and Zoey, I thought you guys liked each other?” 

Veronica clicks her tongue, her expression contemplating, “she just wasn’t what I wanted.” 

“Oh so there’s someone else?” Bea raises an eyebrow at Veronica who just whole-heartedly rolls her eyes in retort. 

“Maybe. But I don’t know if they want me like that.” 

“Why not? You’re a great girl. I’m sure you would make them very happy.” 

Veronica shakes her head slightly, throwing her head back to stare at the sky, “well, I don’t want to ruin what they already have, it seems” her brows knit together as she ponders what word to use, “solid.” 

“Well you’ll find someone I’m sure. I mean I’m grateful for Poppy, I don’t know where I would be without her.” 

“Yeah, she’s pretty great isn’t she?” 

“Yeah. She is.” Bea smiles, her eyes twinkling as she thinks about her girlfriend. She shakes out of daze and smiles back at Veronica, “thanks again for the bike helmet.” 

“It’s fine Bea. I know how much you love the thing. I just thought you should look cooler while riding it.” Veronica turns to Bea, her expression pondering, “Why do you love motorcycles so much?” 

“Wait.. have you never ridden on a motorcycle before?” Veronica shakes her head. “Oh my god, it’s the best feeling ever, the wind blowing in your face, the speed. It feels like freedom I guess.” 

“Huh. That’s nice I guess.” 

“You guess? No I won’t have that. Come on.” She grabs one of Veronica’s hands steering her towards her bike that’s parked outside the house. “We’re going for a ride now.” 

“Uhhh are you sober enough for that?” Veronica raises an eyebrow at Bea, “I don’t wanna end up on the news for being the influencer who died while riding on a motorcycle with someone under the influence of alcohol.” 

Bea lets out a guffaw, holding her stomach, “I barely drank anything tonight. Trust me, you’re in good hands.” Veronica gives Bea a nod of okay, “uhh wait, let me tell Poppy we’re going for a ride, I’ll be right back.” She leaves Veronica on the sidewalk making her way into the house in pursuit of her girlfriend. She finds the strawberry blonde in the middle of the dancefloor, dancing her heart out to the music, drunkenly singing along to the words. Bea comes from behind, pulling Poppy’s hips to hers, and leans down to whisper into her ear, “looks like you’re having a good time.” Poppy in response, reaches back, her hands entwining around Bea’s neck as she grinds against her hips. 

“I have to admit, even though I had a hand in this party, Zoey really outdid herself.” 

Bea twists Poppy around placing a kiss against her girlfriend’s lips, “i’m glad you’re having fun, you deserve it babe. Veronica is waiting outside for me though. She told me she’s never ridden on a motorcycle before so imma take her for a ride on my bike okay? I’ll be back.” 

“Okay.” 

Poppy slightly freezes when she sees AJ enter the room, Bea follows her gaze, a solemn look on her face, “he wants to talk to you by the way. I think he wants to apologise.” 

“Yeah I guess we should talk,” Poppy sobers up slightly as she releases Bea and stands a little taller, “I’ll catch you later okay, I still need to give you your present.” 

“Okay,” Bea smiles down at her girlfriend before planting a chaste kiss on her lips, “let me know how it goes between you.” 

Poppy nods and makes her way to AJ while Bea moves towards the front yard. When Poppy reaches AJ she gingerly taps him on the shoulder, AJ jumps from the sudden touch, spinning towards Poppy almost dropping his drink in the process. 

“Gah! Sorry Poppy.” He drinks the contents of his cup before placing it on the counter and looks at the strawberry blonde. “So I’m guessing you spoke to Bea huh?” 

“Yeah, we should go somewhere quieter and talk.” AJ follows Poppy out to the corner of the back yard, away from the rest of the partygoers. “So.” 

“So.” 

“I know Bea already spoke to you about the party and stuff but I guess I wanted to thank you.” 

“Thank me?” AJ says surprised. 

“Yeah. What you did was kinda dumb but your heart was in the right place.” AJ lets out a small laugh shaking his head slightly. “I’m just grateful you would protect me like that AJ.” 

“Of course I would Poppy. You’re Bea’s girlfriend. And even if you weren’t you needed help. I hate when guys think they can do whatever they want to girls without facing the consequences.” There was a depth to AJ’s words, like he wasn’t just talking about that one ordeal, Poppy contemplated asking but AJ is just as fickle as Bea if not more, his behaviour and moods are often unpredictable so Poppy made a mental note to speak to Bea about it later. 

“Well it was very brave of you AJ. I’m glad Bea has amazing friends like you.” 

“Well you’re my friend too Poppy, and you deserve to have someone other than Bea to have your back.” 

Poppy turns silent, absorbing AJ’s revelation, were any of her friends as diehard as Bea’s? Would they ever assist Poppy like how AJ did? Poppy begins wondering if her friends were truly her friends at all, as she looks over at AJ, the young sophomore goofily grinning back at her, and she can’t help but smile. AJ is family to her, how Bea is like an older sister to him means that Poppy is also a sister to him too, and family, look out for each other which is something she’s beginning to learn. She tugs AJ close to her, pulling him into a back-breaking hug as she sobs softly into his shoulder, “thank you AJ, for everything.” 

AJ is too stunned to reply, so his hold around Poppy just tightens as the two just bask in the warmth of the embrace, content that they can rely on each other. 

All the while, Bea takes Veronica out for a ride on her bike while wearing her new helmet which was graciously gifted by the ombre-haired girl herself. 

“It looks good on you.” 

“Thanks.” Bea swings her leg around the bike before settling on the seat, she nods her head towards Veronica, “so? Hop on.”

Veronica timidly ambles towards Bea’s bike and climbs behind the brunette as her legs brushes slightly against her hips. 

“Hold on tight okay? We don’t want you falling off.” Bea says looking back, a widespread grin on her face. Veronica moves closer to Bea on the bike, her hands coming around to grip Bea’s stomach, “just a little tighter V.” Veronica squeezes her arms around Bea’s waist, “perfect. You ready?” 

“Let’s go.” 

Bea takes off on the bike, slowly at first but when she feels Veronica’s fingers beginning to relax around her waist, she begins to speed up, the wind breezing against her helmet while Veronica’s hair freely moves against the wind. The streetlights begin blurring as Bea increases the speed, the motorcycle going almost 50 miles an hour, and Veronica closes her eyes, relishing in the freedom Bea promised she would feel. They circle around the block a couple of times until it comes to a stop and Bea takes off her helmet shaking out her curly hair. 

“Oh my god.” 

“So? How was it?” 

“It was fucking exhilirating. Holy fuck Bea. Maybe I should invest in a motorcycle.” 

Bea lets out a laugh, “you definitely should, see I told you it’s amazing.” 

“Yeah yeah you were right.” Veronica pulls out her phone and gasps, “shit Poppy texted like a hundred times, come on it’s time to cut your cake.” 

The girls make their way to Zoey’s kitchen where everyone stands in a circle, eagerly and a few impatient, waiting to cut the cake. 

“There she is!” Zoey screams as the rest of the party goers cheer and Poppy sidles to Bea’s side giving her a kiss on her cheek. Zoey lights the candles as the group of people break into singing happy birthday. Bea pauses before blowing out her candles, a fond look in her eyes as the candles are blown out and eventually the cake is distributed between everyone and Poppy and Bea settle on the couch with Veronica sitting next to Poppy while Zoey and AJ sit next to Bea all silently eating the cake. 

“So how was the ride?” Poppy asks. 

“Awesome. Veronica is now a motorcycle convert.” Bea jests and Veronica rolls her eyes slightly. 

“Hey, I never had anything against motorcycles okay? I’ve just never been on one until tonight. But it was honestly life changing.’ 

The three girls break into a fit of giggles until Poppy reaches over, intertwining her fingers of her non broken hand, with Bea’s whispering in her ear. “Well I think it’s time for your present.” Bea gleams at Poppy as she allows herself to be pulled away from the couch but not before looking back and giving Zoey a sly smirk hinting at the fact Zoey and Veronica are now sitting next to each other. 

Poppy pulls Bea into Zoey’s empty bedroom before pulling Bea into a long passionate kiss. 

“Is this my present?” Bea grabs Poppy’s hips, a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

“That’s for later babe,” Poppy indulges in Bea’s desires for a few moments, allowing herself to get lost in Bea’s kiss as their tongues tangle together, eliciting a few soft moans from the strawberry blonde. Poppy pushes Bea slightly back, and rests her forehead against Bea’s, “stop distracting me, I gotta give you your present.” 

Poppy brings out her phone and pulls out a picture of an empty apartment, showing the picture to Bea. Bea looks at the photo confused, raising a pointed eyebrow at her girlfriend. “Uhhh I don’t get it.” 

“This is our apartment in New York. I put an early deposit on the place so it’s officially ours.”

read part 8 here 

[illfoandillfie]

5 Simple Rules for a Successful Relationship: Blurb

This wasn’t requested by anyone but the idea has been kicking around my head basically since I wrote the Ben POV chapter

Warnings for fluff and smut but it’s all very soft

5 Simple Rules Series Masterlist

Blurb Advent Day 1

Taglist since it’s part of a series: @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor @hannafuckingsucks @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming @queenmylovely @taron-egrotten @johndeaconshands @borhapbois @stardust-galaxies 

@coni-martina @hardforbenhardy @cubedtriangle @vicouscirce @arianabrashierstuff @pattieboydwannabe @maggieroseevans @theprettyandthereckless @friccinfricks 

Ben had it all planned out. He’d known how he was going to ask for a while, before he’d even picked out the ring. But, so far, he hadn’t been able to put his plan into action. As much as he wanted to ask it never quite felt like the right time. There was always something going on, somewhere to be – work or dinner with friends or general errands to sort out. But he knew how he wanted it to happen. He’d cook dinner, your favourite meal of course, followed by dessert made from scratch, really bring out the big guns. Afterwards he’d put on some music, a playlist of love songs he’d been adding to for months now, maybe ask you to dance. It was a little corny but sometimes corny was okay. Later on he’d pop into the kitchen and pull out your two mugs and place the ring in the bottom of yours before returning to the couch to sit with you. And then, at the usual time, he’d say he could really go with a hot drink before bed. He knew you’d volunteer to make them since he’d made dinner so he’d wait for you to leave the room before following. He’d listen for the gasp of surprise when you checked the mugs and saw the ring. That would be his cue to step into the room and get down on one knee and ask you to marry him. He had the speech ready to go too, knew what he wanted to say. How fast he’d fallen for you, how glad he was you were with him, how much he loved you.

Thinking about actually popping the question made Ben nervous. But the good kind of nervous. Of course the topic of weddings and marriage had come up before, abstractly. It was nearly unavoidable when his mum would not-so-subtly check for an engagement ring every time you visited, and then even less so when Gwilym got engaged and invited you both to the party. So he’d asked you about it, whether you had ever considered the whole settling down thing – marriage, kids, white picket fence, the lot. He was pleased to find out you liked the idea, had even imagined what the future might be like with him. The only thing you didn’t want was a public proposal which Ben fully supported. After all the attention you’d received as a result of the relationship, all the magazine articles and snapped photos while you were just trying to buy milk and bread, it felt wrong to voluntarily make such a private situation public. Ben was sure you’d be asked about it in future interviews and on social media and he wouldn’t mind sharing the story then, after he was sure you’d say yes. He had no reason to believe you wouldn’t but there was always that slight uncertainty, that intrusive doubt that made him wonder if you’d just tell him to bugger off instead. He found comfort in the plan though. Knowing exactly what he would do was reassuring. But even the best laid plans weren’t guaranteed.

Ben’s actual proposal caught him off guard as much as it did you. It was early on a Saturday, sometime between two and three. Usually you’d both be fast asleep but instead you were stumbling into the house, lit only by the grey light of the morning. You hadn’t meant to stay at the afterparty for so long but people kept handing you drinks and drawing you into conversations and music was still pumping through the speakers and before you knew it five more minutes had become a couple of extra hours. Ben emptied his pockets onto the hall stand as he watched you lean against the front door and kick off your shoes. He couldn’t resist catching you in a quick kiss before he wrapped his arm around you with a soft, “C’mon cuddle bunny,” and lead you towards the bathroom. Both of you set about brushing teeth and washing faces and changing into pyjamas. He chuckled as he watched you extract an almost obscene amount of bobby pins from your hair before you retied it to sleep in. But, even after everything was done and you’d both climbed under the covers, sleep didn’t come. Ben, eyes closed in an attempt to trick sleep into taking him, felt you move under his arm and peeked through his lashes to find you facing him.

“You okay?” His voice was hushed though there was no real need and when you responded yours was too.“Yeah just not really tired,” “Me neither,” “Do you wanna…?” “Now?” “Well just lying here waiting to drop off is a bit boring but I also don’t really feel like getting up,” “Alright then, why not.” “If you fall asleep half way through I won’t hold it against you,” “Shut up and take your pants off,” Ben laughed, already wriggling out of his. “You just didn’t sound very enthusiastic,” “I am always enthusiastic about this,” Ben forgot everything else he might have said as you pulled him into a kiss.

The sex itself was okay. Nothing special really. You’d had better sex plenty of other times, though you’d also had worse. The best way to describe it was fine. It wasn’t mind blowing but it was comfortable and reliable and fine. Ben felt a little clumsy as he kissed you back, his hand roaming over your side and down to your arse. He supposed the dark of the room and the drinks you’d both put down over the course of the night were having an impact, but, by the way you giggled against his lips, it seemed you found it cute more than anything else. To compensate for his inelegant fingers, Ben moved slowly, enjoying kissing you as much as he could. He hummed when you slid your hand down between your bodies and found his dick, stroking it unhurriedly. There wasn’t a need to go faster, no built up passion to release. The sex was a way to kill some time. Even when you hooked your leg over his and he sank into you, nothing really changed. But Ben knew what you liked and did his best to hit those spots as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you again. He decided he must be doing something right based off the small keening noises you made. All the same he didn’t expect your next outburst, said softly right against his lips.

“God Ben, I want you inside me forever,” It slipped out before he could second guess himself, “Then marry me,” “What?” Ben paused his movement, not totally sure he’d actually said it until he drew back enough to look at you and saw the stunned expression you wore. His heart pounded as he realised this was it, this was the moment, “Might be easier to do that if we’re married is all. So, will you? Will you marry me?” It took a few moments for the question to sink in but once it had you nodded in agreement. You felt the same. “Yes?” “Yes.” “Yeah? You’ll marry me?” “Yes, yes, I’ll marry you,” Ben broke out into a grin and swept you into another kiss though he cut it off abruptly, “Wait, hold on,” somewhat ungracefully Ben pulled out of you and rolled out of the bed, switching on a lamp and heading over to his chest of draws. He dug around in one for a moment before he pulled out a small box which he brought back to the bed. Kneeling in front of you, he popped the box open to show you the ring before taking it and sliding it onto your finger.

You couldn’t help but stare, holding you hand out in front of you to see how it looked. It was beautiful, not too over the top but not exactly understated either, and it fit perfectly. When you raised you eyes back to Ben’s face you noticed his eyes glistening. “I love it Ben, I love you,” “I love you too Y/N,” he whispered back, kissing you again and laying you back down.

As Ben sank back into you, you placed your hand on his chest, picking up his body heat except where the cool metal of the ring lay. You could feel his heart beating under your palm as he rolled his hips against you, trying to finish what you’d started. It took a little while longer, though things moved less slowly than they had before the interruption of the proposal. Ben dropped his fingers to your clit as he felt you getting closer, drawing gentle circles until the warm wave rolled through you, pulling a soft sigh from your lips. He kept his fingers there as if to try to give you another orgasm, maybe one not quite so soft, but you pulled his hand away, linking his fingers with yours as you kissed his throat and encouraged him to finish too. It didn’t matter that your orgasm hadn’t been particularly powerful. All that mattered was that Ben was with you and he always would be.

Afterwards you curled up, leaning your head on Ben’s chest, his arm around you. He sighed contentedly and kissed the top of your head. “So much for sleeping,” he chuckled. “What we did was better than sleep,” “Definitely. And if we hold out for a little longer we could watch the sunrise,” “I don’t know if I’ll last that long,” “No, me neither. It’d be nice though,” You agreed and lapsed into a comfortable silence. And then a thought struck you, “You know, we’re going to need a cover story,” “What?” “People are going to want to hear the story of how you proposed. Felicity, Joe, Gwil, the rest of our friends, our families, not to mention paparazzi and the press, they’ll all ask.”  “Fuck.” “So you don’t want to look your mother in the eye and explain it happened mid shag either? Good to know we’re on the same page,” Ben laughed, “Funnily enough, that was very unplanned. I had something much more romantic and better prepared in mind when I thought about how I’d do it. A whole big speech about you being the love of my life and how I want to spend every day of my life making you feel happy and safe and loved,” “Go on then, what was it,” Ben explained his original idea, about the dinner and the mugs, all the while playing with your fingers as if he didn’t want to break contact.  “That does sound wonderful, but I have to admit, I really love how it actually happened,” “Me too,” he laughed, “But that’s good. Because now we have a story to tell everyone and a slightly more accurate story just for ourselves.”

[ludioxxvi]

A clink of two bottles together, under the night sky..

A soft laugh between the two..

“Seriously, drinking root beer? Want some dino nuggets to match your ten year old taste buds?”

He’ll  shake his head, giving a light shove to the other’s shoulder.

“Beer tastes gross.”

The music coming from the building across from them, echo through the empty streets..

“It’s an acquired taste” They say, swirling the liquid in the bottle, as if it was a glass of whine.

“Oh yeah cheap beer definitely needs that,” A shake of his head..He’ll lean back, legs swinging lightly off the ledge of the rooftop... 

“It’s a nice night..”

“Sure is..”

Fingers gently brush against him...a small glance..and he sees those hands over his.

The chill in the air,feels warmer now...

“Wanna dance...?”

“Dude..I suck at it..I don’t even know how to dance..”

The other would stand, taking his hand with them,and pulling him close..

“...Just follow me..okay?”

A nervous laugh.. “Fine..Fine..but if your toes get smashed,it’s not my fault..”

“I think I’ll live just fine~“

“such a weirdo.”

“I hang out with you, I gotta be~”

They’d sway with the music,and under the glistening stars..

He doesn’t wanna ruin the moment.. but..

“-̴̜̬̄̒̒͗̓͠-̵͙͛͊̇̀͋́-̷̥̞̲̠̐͌ͅ-̷̦̀̿̆-̴͙̹̰̏̃́̔͘-̸̛̹͍̈̇͗̅̕...Called today..”

A sigh..and they’ll pull away,crossing their arms.

“What does he want..?”

“...Another job..”

“.....why?”

“...Says we need to..”

“You can’t listen to him forever. T̷͔̭͗̉̔̆͆́w̸̤̼͑e̸̳̼̅n̴̜͉̪̱̦͒̌̎t̶̤͇͓̞̓y̶̨̝̜̒̋͝͠ ̶͔̠̂͜͜S̵̳̖̯͆́̓̒̍͝i̵͈̾̑x̷͓̪̊ͅ”

A stare at them-- their face..s̴͕͆͑͋h̶̡͎̙̩̟̳̑̿̿ȉ̴̪̺̠̟͗̆f̴̨́͝t̵̰̰̭̠͈̀̈́͜ī̴̜͓́̎n̸̨͇͔̱̰̒̎͑̋͛̚͜g̷̝͇̘̀͘͜ ,his body was burning up--

...

a hard shake of his head-

“What...?”

“Are you zoning out again? I said, you cant listen to him forever, -̵̮͕̹̦̓͛͊̋͘-̴̛̙͉̜͆͊̓-̸͇̟̠̭̦̑͐̋̕͝”

“...I know..I know..but..We need this..are you going?”

“I guess I am if you are....You can’t go alone even if he tries to make you, you gotta be careful....-“

“I always am..”

“No, you’re reckless..”

“I’m fine, your worrying too much.“

“Your always getting hurt ,when he says jump you jump.”

“That’s not the phrase..it’s alright just, common, you’re drunk..I shouldn’t have brought it up..“

                         “it doesn’t matter the fact is you listen to everything he says, He doesn’t care about you,

One day you’re going to end up d̸̮̠͕̗͚͇̤̬̃́̔́̎̓͆̏̉͑͗e̸̯̺̫̙̭̞̟̞̪̙͖̹̯̯͆͛a̸̧̳͇̼͙̦̱̖̻̲̰͚̠̪͊̉̉̈͜d̴͈̪̰̥̼͎͒̽͗̅̿̍̇̌̽̀͑̚͜͠ͅ..”

[dannineedsfriends]

Parrlyn - A Favour - Pt 3

So there's definitely a lotta typos in here- and there's some kissing/making out at the end that some people may be made uncomfortable by. Other than that, enjoy the last part!!

When the tears came, they never seemed to stop. Wrapped in all of the blankets she owned, never washing, never checking her phone. Sometimes, she catches glimpses of herself, her hair is matted across her head, bags under her eyes stretching like fields of bruises and slumming sunken sockets slouching back into her skull. 

Who was there a purpose to exist for, if not Anne? 

She thinks of the lips that she kissed, pulling her closer and waking up in her arms. All she could ever lust for is more- more contact- more time. Had she lost her appeal that quickly? Was her kissing bad? At the time, she had been too involved to even consider if Anne was happy, or even enjoying it. Was she to blame? 

Cathy rolls over once more, watching light filter through the curtains as another sleepless night washed over her face, depleting her energy to live and what felt like nineteen years of her life-expectancy. She pulls the covers over her head, grumbling something along the lines of: why did you turn up the brightness of the sun?

Slowly, she drags herself to sit up, looking around her room in a daze. It really had shaken her up, she realised. Who has the right to knock down the Catherine Parr? The strong one. The smart one. The independent one. No one- not even Anne. 

She stares herself in the face, having found herself sat in front of her mirror, sighing and rubbing her face. It was time to step up, and step away from her feelings. 

That's exactly what she does. 

Catherine Parr regains her confidence, covering herself in lotions of plenty, moisturising and replenishing all that she had lost in a matter of days. Almost Christmas, her spirits are finally up, reaching for the stars. That was when she finally decided to peak at her phone, surprised by the flood of notifications. 

Annie 🦠:

"Cathy please"

"Please answer me I just want to talk to you."

"I miss you."

"Call me when you can please"

"I need to explain myself"

"I cant tell you over text pls"

"Cath pls"

"No one can get in contact with you"

"They're worried"

"Please just answer"

"Cathy IM really worried"

"I wanted to come to your house but I cant remember your address"

"Just call me back okay?"

She lets out a deep sigh, rubbing her eyebrows as one thumb hovers over the call button. Does she dare? Her gut drops, stomach heavy, the imagine of Anne with her lips against another man's imprinting onto her mind.  Anne. Anne. Anne. Not her Anne. Just Anne.

And the phone rings. 

"Cathy?? Cathy is that you??" Anne cries through the phone. "Oh thank God I'm so happy that you called me back- I- i need to explain myself."

 "Yeah. That's a bit of an understatement." Cathy mumbles begrudgingly, holding the phone to her ear and sighing impatiently. 

"Look- just- please. All I want to do is talk. Meet me at the coffee shop in 10, okay?" 

"Fine.." she says, shaking her head. "I'll be there." 

She wouldn't admit it but she was desperate to see Anne, desperate to feel her hand in hers once more, desperate for her. Maybe that was why she practically ran there, specifically to be waiting for her. She ordered her black coffee in a to go cup, sitting in the seat by the window, staring out and looking across the streets for her.

Everytime the door opens, she shivers, the iced winds swallowing her limbs in its malicious embrace. Where was she? She winces: she was once again obsessed with the thought of her, the pure concept of Anne gracing her with the presence. This temptress of a woman had her wrapped around her little finger; the addiction happened so fast, too fast, even, if she were not foolish, Cathy would believe that Anne, indeed, a witch, and she, entranced in her spells. 

That was when she slid into the seat opposite her. 

Her eyes are sad, no longer glistening with her playful countenance, lips down-turned. Cheeks glowing a rosy red and rubbing her hands to deriddle herself of cold. "Thank you.."

Catherine nods, blowing out a soft breath and shaking her head, pushing a poof of hair behind her ear, fiddling with studs in her ears. Her leg bounces anxiously beneath the table, finger tapping a delayed rhythm on the table. Anne must have picked up on her anxious body language, the slouched posture, because she starts talking. 

"Cathy..- I really don't know where to start with this. My parents found out that I liked girls." She swallows, hard, shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut, clearly struggling. "And… I almost didn't have a house anymore. I wanted to put a photo of you on my wall- and all that happened is they asked who you were and- I can't lie for shit.

"I had to tell them that you were the girl I was seeing. They didn't see it as fondly as I did. They yelled at me and told me that I was wrong- and- and-" her voice cracks, and she pauses to take a trembling breath. "And told me that I was wrong- and disgusting- and a disgrace and a disappointment." 

"Anne..- I-"

"Please. Just let me finish." Anne pushes her hair out of her face, rubbing her eyes gingerly. "And- if I could find a man to being home- they would accept me again and I could continue living with them- pretending that nothing happened." 

She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head in disbelief of it all. "So I did. And I regret every second I spent with that man. That swine. All because of my dumbass parents dictating my life again! So what if I'm a fucking lesbian? What does it have to do with them?"

She purses her lips and looks away from the table, taking in two sharp breaths and breathing heavily as to hold back the sobs, unable to stop her tears from welling up. Every second that past, Catherine could see the layers of facade crumbling to the ground, revealing the truest, ugliest innards of Anne that she could fathom. She watches as a tear glints as it dances over the curve of her cheek. 

Parr opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes out, stunted by the onslaught of tears thrashed away by Anne's hands. She stands, shaking her head herself as her eyes begin to well, walking to stand in front of Anne before pulling her to her chest, still sat down. 

"Annie…" she whispers, her own voice quivering as her hand finds her hair. Cathy shushes her softly, swaying her ever so slightly. "Annie- I'm so sorry..-"

"I thought you were gonna leave..- just then, I mean..-" she cries into her chest, pleading as she wraps her arms around her torso. "Cathy- please don't leave- please- please-"

She shakes her head, speaking as calmly as humanely possible. "I would never- I promise. I'm not leaving- or going anywhere- I'm staying right here and I'm gonna hug you and give you cuddles until you stop crying, okay? Or until I stop crying. Maybe both."

Parr feels Anne laugh against her, looking up at her through her eyelashes, shaking her head. "We're just crying over here, y'know- don't mind us, normal people. Just a puddle of gay in the corner."

"We're not in the corn-"

"Shh.. I'm crying- let me have this one." Anne grins into her chest, burying her face again and letting the sobs ease to hiccups, and when the hiccups finally deplete, she takes a long and deep breath. "I.. I just wanted you to know since you saw me and..-"

"I know..  I know.. it's okay…" Cathy says, hand finding the stray hairs in Anne face that had sprung back into position and holding them back, leaning down to kiss her head, leaving her lips to linger for a few seconds before taking her hand. "Do you want to come back to my house..? Where Anna isn't watching us from across the shop?"

"She's doing what?? Where??"

"I can see her in the reflection of the window."  She turns around, moving out of Anne's line of sight, not letting go of her and. 

"Oh yeah. Creep." She nods, looking to Cathy again and standing up, brushing imaginary dust off of her clothes. "I'll just expose her the next time I see all the girls together. See how she likes it then."

"That's a bit mean Anne-"

"'That's a bit mean Anne-'" she mocks, putting her hands on her hips and pulling a face at her.

"I do not sound like that!" Cathy defends, eyebrows pulling together in disapproval. 

"'I do no-'" 

Parr cuts her off, taking her hand. "Okay- that's it. You're walking home with me and you're holding my hand, no ifs and buts!" 

Anne grins. "Like I was going to let the opportunity pass me by."

--

They walk back to Catherine's house, slowly, enjoying the cold as they swing their arms between them. Anne eventually forfeits her hand and wraps her arm around her torso, hooking her hand just above her waist. 

"I'm so cold." She complains, mumbling and staring at her feet, that she was dragging like a stropping child. Anne feels her crush's eyes on her, stripping her of her skin and eyeing her bullshit skeptically. 

"Are you cold, or do you just want to wear my jacket, Anne?" Cathy clarifies, unzipping her coat, part way. 

"No-!! Don't take it off- you'll be cold and you might catch something." She says, shaking her head furiously and looking at her, hurriedly stopping her to zip the jacket back up before continuing forward, but snuggling into the side of her. As Cathy moves to slide her hand into her pocket, she reaches for the hand, making sure she got to at least have one warm hand. 

Silence hangs between them comfortably, bundling them up in a robe of fulfillment and long-awaited contact, swaddling them close to one another, not daring them to shift position, other than the steady, synced movement of their feet. 

"Annie..? I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have ran off- I shouldn't have stayed in bed and slept for so long..- I shouldn't have ignored you.." Catherine admits quietly, shaking her head at herself. 

"Hey..- don't beat yourself up- I would've done that too if I had seen you with someone else." Anne shivers, nodding mercifully, still clinging onto her, even as they approach the front of the house, and walked up the steps. Cathy practically had to pry Anne off of her so that she could take off her coat and shoes, before turning back to her. "Aren't your parents home?"

She shakes her head, and shrugging. "They're never here if anything, I'm pretty sure that they have a penthouse somewhere in Florida and left me here on my own." 

"Why so specific?" Anne questions, taking her own initiative and walking up the stairs, which were right in front of the door. 

"They always talked about it when I was a kid: flying out to the US and renting somewhere that they couldn't pay for. I always joke that they might have left without me- but hey. I have no idea where they are, and that's the crack, I guess." She shrugs, following the brunette, clearly ardent for her destination

Anne pushes the door to her room open, running and practically leaping onto her bed, limbs spreading across the bed and Cathy stays at the door, musing and taking in the image of her dearest, before joining her on the bed, being invited into her embrace. 

She crawls willingly into her arms, cheek resting on her chest, eyes fluttering shut and the room a state of tranquility. This was all she had wanted, had needed, she realised, before looking up at Anne, to whom she had caught staring at her. 

Her face is lit up with the most heart-warming smile as Cathy raises her head to press her lips to hers. "Hey, Gorgeous?"

"Mhm?" Catherine hums. 

"Do you mind if I get a shower really quick? As much as I'm enjoying cuddling you- I'm really cold and want more heat." She admits, still holding her close, hand tracing from her waist to her hip, lingering and then back again. 

She nods. "Of course! Do you want some spare clothes..-?"

"If you don't mind- I'd also offer you to join me but I don't think it'd go down to well." She winks and presses a quick kiss to her lips before scampering out to, no doubt, spend 30 minutes trying to work the shower (or find the bathroom) and then coming back in to Parr looking rather discouraged. 

But to her surprise, the shower started running only 15 minutes after, and with only one scream of frustration- or her burning herself. Thus it was decided: Anne was the one she wanted. The loud, flailing idiot. Perfect. 

Cathy sits on the bed, listening to the hammering of the shower and the occasional bang, and distressed call of "I'm okay!" that always followed shortly after. It makes her smile, and she has to cover her face to hide it, denying it to herself that anything she did was, quite possibly, the most adorable thing Parr had ever witnessed.

One her day dreaming had started (of Anne in the shower), she couldn't stop it, staring aimlessly into space as her fingers squeeze the blankets, all until she sauntered through the door wrapped in a towel, bra straps, while and embroidered with florals, hang over her shoulders. 

All is dandy until she drops the towel to the floor, revealing Anne. Anne- everywhere. It's all Anne. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

Cathy feels her cheeks heat up as her eyes widen, looking away from her half-naked body and to the walls; ah- lovely painted walls. Her eyes are staring steadily at the walls before she catches the glimpse of Anne staring her down, cheeky grin slathered over her lips. Almost immediately, her vision glides down her figure, establishing each and every curve, to which she had never once seen. 

"Ohhhh my God-" she eventually trails her eyes back to Anne's, looking as if she'd just been scarred with unorthodox and inappropriate material, which is inherently inaccurate. Upon seeing her reaction, Anne begins to walk towards her, to the side of the bed Cathy was closest to before leaning her arm over her shoulders with a grin, throwing her other leg over to the side of her, so that she was straddling her. 

"Awwwwhhhhhh~ Little wittle baby Cathy's scared of me?~" she sings, teasingly rolling her shoulders back and her wet her falling down her back, dripping onto the sheets. 

"Anne- Anne you have no clothes on-" 

"Pfft- like we weren't going to take them off later anyway." 

Cathy had to admit, she had a point. "Still- you're sat with your- your -  breasts - in my face- and I don't know how to feel about it."

Anne slides her forearms to rest on her shoulders, fingers knotting into Cathy's curls, face leaning closer to hers. She could feel her hot breath on her lips, and they touch, encaptured in each other, pulling one another closer.

Cathy's hands find her hips, squeezing and pushing so softly, touching the skin and taking it in for what it was worth, fingers trailing to the small of her back before their lips break. With a sigh Anne moves to press her lips to  her neck, pushing her shirt out of the way to get at the base before nipping at the skin, sucking to leave a mark, not hard, just gradually marking Catherine as her own work. At some point, her hand even tugged at the hem of her shirt and soon, that was thrown across the bed, allowing Anne to freely cup her lover's breast. 

Once satisfied, she breaks away from her looking into her eyes with furrowed brows. Cathy noticed that her lips were pinker than before, slightly swollen, perhaps. 

"Are you my girlfriend now?"

"That's the most stupid question you could ever have asked." She mumbles, shaking her head and kissing her once more. The rest is history, and perhaps, just a favour. 

Boom h o w s that for you

[strayficks]

EPHEMERAL 2 • JAEHYUN

Tysm for anons who had given me ideas!! and my asks is always open, feedback would be greatly appreciated ✊🥺💝

Part(s): 1 . 2 . 3

Genre: smut ✌

Pairings: bad boy!Jung Jaehyun × fem reader.

Jaehyun couldnt stop thinking about her. When Mark asked him what he was doing that night, he didnt say anything. He stayed vague and silent about it.

Maybe it’s the fact that he wants her to himself, or the fact that he always gets turned on everytime he thinks of her. Either way, Jaehyun found her interesting. When she left Jaehyun alone at the park, he watched her leave with nothing but confusion on his mind. Still, Jaehyun doesnt know her name yet.

He asked about her to Yukhei, he’s the last person Jaehyun trusted about telling things about her, but he’s the only person that knows about these things. To no avail, Yukhei doesnt recognize her. Jaehyun tried to describe her as best as possible. ‘Like.. this tall, she smokes, bold as fuck. Are you sure you dont know her?’ Jaehyun had asked Yukhei.

Yukhei stayed silent when he asked it, but when Yukhei asked him if she has her nose pierced, Jaehyun was esctatic. ‘Yeah, she’s my friend’s friend. Dont know her name. You definitely have a type, man.’ Does Jaehyun really? He had been on a couple relationships, but her? He had never met someone like her. So fascinating, so.. brave and alluring.

He cant stop thinking about her since she sucked him off at the park, sure, the sex was a bonus and all, but he’s hooked. Adamant on finding her again. But Jaehyun doesnt know what he’s going to do if he did meet her again. Probably have a nice little talk, or fuck her again until she came. The words rung in his head. ‘No’ she had said.

Jaehyun knew that was a lie the moment it came out her mouth. He rembered her legs being wobbly after he was out of her, the way her cunt tightened around his cock the same time he came. She’s a tease it seems. So when Yukhei told Jaehyun that there’s a party going on on friday, mentioning that his friend will come and the possibility that the pierced girl tag along, he was more than eager to meet her again.

“Fuck no!”

“Fuck yes! Look at yourselves.”

Jihyo rolled her eyes at your response. Your dress was the least conservative out of the group, even though it hugged every inch of your body as if it were a second skin, the girlsbdresses, however, consisted of much less fabric than yours. Ryunjin’s pink slip dress hugs her ass so well, and Jihyo’s little red number exposed so much cleavage you thought you were going to go blind if you stared too long.

Though they were barely covered, you had strange feeling that plenty of other girls at the party would be wearing much less.

The drive to the house was short, but the crowd to get into it went down the block and wrapped around the corner. There were a few cries as the the three of you entered the room. All eyes were on the three, well, mainly you and you know it. Some gazes are filled with lust and admiration, some filled with envy and jealousy. People dont affect you. In fact, their stares and whispers only made you more confident. You pulled your most charming smile, raised your chin and swayed your hips as you walked.

“I should’ve plucked your eyebrows if i knew this much people stare at you on a daily basis, Y/N.” Ryunjin snickered beside you as she nudged her shoulders with yours.

You fake a pained expression as you put a hand on your chest.

“How dare you! My eyebrows are better untouched!”

You felt Jihyo’s delicate hand squeeze your arm as she looked to a spot, a look on her face as she opened her mouth to speak.

“Fucking hell. It’s Hyunjin.”

That was when you saw him. Maybe you were hallucinating, but standing less than fifteen feet away with his arm around some random brunette and his eyes locked on you was the last person you wanted to see.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t Jung Jaehyun like you hoped. You stood frozen as you watched Hwang Hyunjin shove the girl away, not noticing the dirty look you gave him in response. Even if he had noticed, he probably wouldn’t have cared. It wasn’t like he had a heart. Hyunjin had been the main reason behind your sudden change of look, your ‘bad girl’ nature.

Your one year of involvement with him had resulted in you being arrested for various crimes, nearly being expelled from yet another school, losing your virginity in the backseat of his Jeep, and ultimately getting your heart shattered when you found him sleeping with your supposed best friend. To put it lightly, Hwang Hyunjin had kind of ruined your life, and now here he was.

Dont get it wrong. You changed because you wanted to. You realized that you need to change, and you did. You turned into a butterfly and you were free without him. If you hadn’t dated him, you wouldnt be the person you are now, and somehow you were thankful. Because without him, you wouldnt be able to grow up and snap out of the fantasy that you dreamed of.

“At least i look fucking hot tonight.” You said nonchalantly, “Gonna get a drink, be right back.”

Every muscle in Jaehyun’s body seemed to relax upon entering the core of the party, realizing that maybe this was just what he needed.

Yuta noticed the change in mood and clapped a hand on his friend’s back before leading him over to get some drinks. For a long while the duo chatted and drank as they observed the guests who had made an appearance. He took a moment to admire the girls all around them, smirking as his eyes drifted over their bare limbs and glistening skin, but Yuta seemed to be too preoccupied staring at two to even notice the other girls that Jaehyun pointed out.

“Damn,” Yuta murmured. “Those two get hotter every day.”

Jaehyun laughed. “Having fantasies about the those two again, Yuta?”

“How could I not? Doesn’t every guy fantasize about having a threesome?”

“Not really my thing.” Still, he gave Yuta a hard slap on the back.

“But if it’s yours…” Yuta’s grin was brilliant in the darkness

“Hell yes it is.” Soon he was shoving his half-full drink into Jaehyun’s hand and pushing away from the bar.

“If things go according to plan, don’t expect to see me for the rest of the night.” Considering the challenge, Jaehyun expected to see his friend back here in no time. Still, he wasn’t about to sit all night.

Decision made, Jeahyun stepped away from the safety of the bar and made his way into the crowd. It took a few moments to find a decent looking girl in a midriff-baring top, but soon he was pulling her close and joining the writhing mass of movement.

Sadly, it didn’t take long before he was bored again. He gently released the girl on his arm and threaded his way through the crowd again, searching for something a little more entertaining, but the passage of another twenty minutes and a handful of girls left him disappointed.

‘Where is she?’ He muttered to himself. As if on cue, Jaehyun was startled when Yukhei’s hand landed on his shoulder.

“That girl you were looking for? She’s here. Her friends told me just now.” He said, nodding to the two girls chatting with Yuta.

Jaehyun’s heart leaped when he saw her. How he hadn’t noticed the girl before was mystery, but now he couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away. She was leaning against the far wall of the room, a drink in her hand and pure boredom plastered across her face. Her dress clung to her figure in all the right places. It wasn’t until she met his gaze that Jaehyun realized how long he had been staring, still attempting to place her.

Part of him was tempted to look away and pretend like he’d never seen her, but she glanced away before he could even try. He watched as she smirked and passed her empty drink off to nearby partygoer, and had to wonder if it was him she’d been looking at in the first place.

However, those doubts quickly faded when she began moving in his direction. Jaehyun took a hesitant step forward, but even that small shift had caused him to lose her in the crowd. It didn’t help that a new group of girls had surrounded him, each pressing themselves against him in half-assed hugs. He barely avoided being snagged by one of the girls’ black talons as he turned in the opposite direction, praying he’d be able to escape them unscathed.

Unfortunately, the move caused him to bump straight into a pissed-off Hwang Hyunjin

“Watch where you’re going, asshole,” Hyunjin snarled, that hideous lip-piercing glinting under the lights. In an instant Jaehyun’s mood went from vaguely content to sour, all because this sorry excuse for a human decided to open his mouth. So instead of letting him pass, Jaehyun squared his shoulders and stood his ground.

“I think you should leave,” he said, nodding towards the exit Hyunjin’s lips twitched into a sneer.

“Excuse me?”

“Just get the fuck out the party.”

“I’m not leaving,” Hyunjin replied, hitching his chin up in defiance.

“Not until my ex-girlfriend explains why she’s h-”

“I don’t give a damn about you, Hwang,” Jaehyun finally exploded, all traces of patience fleeing.

“Either you walk out that door right now and keep your dignity, or I call the boys and have them throw you out. Your choice.”

Hyunjin’s eyes flitted to something Jaehyun’s shoulder, but he didn’t take the bait to see what had captured Hyunjin’s attention. Instead he waited until the other boy scowled and turned sharply on his heel, stalking towards the exit.

A glance to his left revealed the girl he’d been staring at earlier dancing as if no one was watching with her arms high above her head as her hips swayed to the beat. It didn’t take much to convince himself to go over to her, hoping she could make his night better.

A few steps brought Jaehyun up behind her and he settled a hand on her waist, letting the other drift down to her hips. The girl glanced over her shoulder, offering Jaehyun a slow, unsurprised smile that made his stomach twist into knots.

“You showed him,” she teased, obviously referring to his run in with Hyunjin, her head falling back onto his shoulder He could smell the alcohol on her breath, but her softly drawled words brought a smile to his lips

“You came, you never told me you knew Yukhei.” he murmured, pulling her closer as the heavy bass line resounded in his chest.

Her response caused him to flirt with the notion that this could be Hyunjin’s ex-girlfriend, but the fact that her hips were now grinding against his own made any other concern that didn’t involve getting her into bed disappeared. Jaehyun lost track of time while they dancing.

The music was good, company, and the fact that they’d hardly exchanged any words was even better. The passage of what seemed like an eternity had brought and now jaehyun was finding it hard to move without stumbling or bumping into a neighboring person.

But seemed like the girl having the same problem. He was practically the only thing keeping her from going down in those heels, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist as her hips pressed hard against his.

“Come home with me,” Jaehyun whispered against her ear, hands sliding down her hips. The girl leaned back just enough to meet his eye.

“Why should I?”

“Because you want this as much as I do- and i want to make you cum.”

His hands were on her thighs now, fingers inching up under the material of her dress. It only took her a moment, but she grabbed his hand and smiled, taking a shaky step backward as she tugged on his hand.

“Then let’s go.” Hand in hand they stumbled out of the house and onto the sidewalk, her giggles echoing down the busy street.

When she realized she had no idea where she was going, Jaehyun took the lead and guided her another block or so down the street to the dormitory. Jaehyun felt her hand slip out of his once they were alone, before he even thought to question it, her mouth was on his and there was no more time for words. A shiver rolled down his spine as she pressed herself against him. The door slammed shut with enough force to shake the room as they staggered towards the bed, his fingers finally managing to snag the minuscule zipper of her dress and yank it down, though much to his chagrin it didn’t instantly pool at her feet.

Her throaty chuckle made it obvious that she was well aware of his annoyance, and the fact that she was doing nothing to help him out only made it worse.

Before he could even think to voice his displeasure, her lips were on his and they were suddenly falling onto the bed, soft pillows absorbing the shock of the fall.

Even though the actual impact hadn’t hurt, something sharp had scraped his cheek, and Jaehyun turned his head to break the kiss, swatting her hands away, he reached up to touch the small cut on his face, startled when he drew back to find blood on his fingers.

His eyes darted up to the girl straddling him, but her gaze was trained on the red-specked spiked ring on her finger. It took her a moment to put two and two together, but a sheepish grin spread over her face when she realized her jewelry had been the culprit.

“Sorry,” she murmured insincerely, slipping the ring off her finger and tossing it to the side as if it were a mere toy.

“Let me make it up to you.”

You met Jaehyun again. You were surprised but surely not disappointed. You chuckle to yourself, remembering Hyunjin’s face after he was kicked out by Jaehyun. You slid your bra off and exposed your breasts to him, you felt him slowly slide his hands up your waist, sending shivers through your body, until his hands cupped both your mounds. His eyes were completely trained on your peaks, watching them like they were more valuable than anything in the world.

“So you know Yukhei?” Without replying to your question, he leaned in and sucked one nipple into his mouth, causing you to gasp and arch your back. He flicked his tongue slowly against it, torturing you

“God,” you moaned, curling your toes when his teeth taunted your hard nipple, sharply biting into it, causing a zing of delicious pain to shoot through you.

“Ah, Jae..”

The flick of his tongue and the squeeze of his palm made moisture flow to your core and soak your already soaking panties. Beneath you, you could feel his erection growing, pressing against said core, almost as if it knew where it wanted to go all by itself. The suspense was killing you.

“Jaehyun,” you moaned again when he switched to your other breast, giving it the same amount of attention with his and teeth. Finally pulling away from you, kneeling above you as Jaehyun looked down at your underwear.

“Fuck, youre gorgeous,” He noted in a deep, aroused voice. His eyes lustfully trailed over your figure, your skin, down to the spot between your legs. You felt scorched.

“But I think I’m going to need to take it off you.”

“Only if you take off those, too,” you rebuffed and eyed his briefs where behind the cotton. You could see a very large bulge making a tent out of the fabric.

“Fair trade,” He said and then split his mouth into a panty dissolving smirk, before he begun tugging at his briefs.

You begun working on your panties as well, but had to stop when he stepped off the bed to discard his briefs, allowing your full view of his-ahem ‘Cock.’ Heart beating rapidly, you couldn’t help but stare. He was thick and gloriously erect, the head of him glistening with precum.

The heavy sac underneath was what thoroughly finished him off as being the biggest you had ever seen, you havent taken a good look when you first had sex with him at the park, but seeing him now, damn, He has such a beautiful cock.

You deftly stepped out of your panties and then walked up to Jaehyun again. You were now completely naked. His hands came around your legs and smoothed their way up to the rounds of your ass.

He cupped your butt like two delicious, juicy fruits and then squeezed them hard, causing a moan to rip from your throat. You grasped onto his shoulders for support and then let out a startled squeak when he ceased you and hurled you around on the bed. You landed flat on her back, and not one moment later, Jaehyun was on you.

“Jae, oh shit!” You gasped and then cried out a moan when he parted your legs and buried his face in your cunt.

A small scream rippled from your throat and you desperately clutched onto his shoulders as Jaehyun pushed his tongue into your core and made your stomach pool with heat. All your nerve endings seemed to meet when he moved up to your clit and flicked the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth, rolling it in between his teeth.

He lapped up all your juices while all you could do was writhe, scream, and pray that the sex-gods would show you mercy tonight, because this is going to be a wild one.

He suddenly flung your legs over his broad shoulders as you hazily opened your eyes from the ecstacy. The sound of the foil being ripped can be heard as he positioned himself in front of your entrance.

“You said you didnt cum? I wont hold back this time.” He stated. automatically cinching hips. His mouth found yours again, dominating you once more. She gripped onto his shoulders, dragging your fingers up through his hair.

And then in a wild thrust, he was inside you. You cried out, Jaehyun ramming into you hard and repeatedly. You hung onto him, your lips parting in hitched breaths. You clawed your nails down his chest, just like his teeth bit into your neck.

“Fuck, Jaehyun!” You hollered, throwing your head back, you couldn’t control your movements. He was hitting you so good, exploding stars started decorating your vision.

He felt so deep and so perfectly, long and thick inside you.His aggressiveness had you pining for him. Hard was the only way you wanted it. For now, anyway. Both your mouths found each other again and Jaehyun savored every part of you, the fast, furious strokes of his cock inside you quick. You could feel herself get close, you manage to corak out, letting him know what he’s doing to you.

“Jae… fuck, almost there, yes, oh fuck, yeeeees!” Jaehyun pounded into you grunting while you dipped your head deeper into his bed. Even then, high, pitchy sounds kept coming out of your mouth in short breaths as he fucked you into oblivion.

His fingers drilled into you breast, leaving more bruises as his hips and strokes finally pushed him over the edge well, joining you in your climax, his bldy going rigid as you felt the muted splurts of his cum inside you.

“Hey…maybe we can go get coffee sometime?” he offered, simply just trying to catch his breath. Sweat and bite marks covered both your bodies, scratches down Jaehyun’s back as well.

“I have to get back to my friends, they’re probably looking for me.” You said gruffly, an excuse just flung put of your mouth. Picking up your discarded clothing on the floor. Your voice was unattached, like you wanted it.

“Wait- at least tell me your name.” You pulled away from him, forcing him to let go of you. You then quickly put on your bra and dress, palming you panties in your hand while Jaehyun simply just stood there, trying to comprehend what just happened. You then ran a hand through your hair, straightening it, not regarding him with a look, for some reason. You looked like you were going to leave without saying anything at all. Jaehyun frowned.

“Wha- why…” The words froze on his tongue when your eyes met his. You quickly gave your panties to his open palm, covering it with yours as he grasped it tightly, a coy smirk on his plumb lips, the scratch on his cheek still apparent.

“It’s Y/N, I’ll see you around.” And then you stepped around him and slipped out of the room. Closing the door behind you.

[geminimoonbeamx]

A Little Extra Paddin' for the Winter

A/N: I’ve been really focused on writing my series’ lately and I really just miss writing fun, fluffy, smutty, one shots! Like these just warm my heart, they keep me inspired and keep my love for writing these fics alive. PLUS CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO TALK ABOUT OUR LORD AND SAVIOR, THICC BUCKY?!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Cursing. NSFW, Oral sex(female receiving) body worship, pregnancy hormones gone wild

Summary: Bucky has been gaining some baby weight of his own and his fiancé, Y/N’s raging hormones cant handle it.

❄️❄️❄️

You can’t deny it, you fucking love your fiancée’s body.

Fiancé, you hear that? Fucking fiancé. Like future husband. You still get a little giddy at the word. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but just the thought of it could make your eyes prick. You shake it off, it was definitely the hormones. They had been driving you and everyone around you a little bit up the wall. From the cravings to the mood swings, this pregnancy thing really wasn’t the walk in the park that they made it out to be.

Like this horniness! No one had warned you that just the sight of Bucky would turn you into mush. It had been like this for weeks too, you were really starting to ware the both of you out. You just couldn’t help it, those tight sweaters and Henley’s he wore clung to his tree trunk like core- to his broad shoulders. The cozy fabric was just too inviting your itching fingers had a mind of their own.

Like now, you were supposed to be putting on clothes; you and Buck and a few other members of the team had decided to go and look at the Christmas lights at Rockefeller Center- but your eyes were heavily trained on the flex of his shoulders as he shrugged into a dense pullover. Fuck. It was memorizing. You’d heard Tony’s teasing of Bucky’s “baby weight” gain, but honestly, you don’t think you’d ever been more attracted to him. Not that you hadn’t always thought he was the most gorgeous man you’d ever met, but this? This was something else.

You huff and collapse back onto the bed, abandoning your attempt to put on your knee high boots. It shouldn’t be this easy for him to make you want to jump his bones.

“Aw, you okay over there, baby doll?” Bucky eyes you from his place near the closet and you shrug, your lips pursed as you muttered an I guess. If heavily pregnant and being insanely horny for absolutely no reason were considered okay things, then yeah. You were great.

Bucky would have known something was wrong, even if you hadn’t given that grumble of a response. He’d been a little…neurotic(not crazy, he’d argue) along the duration of your pregnancy. The last seven months had been filled with him watching your almost every move, of overprotectiveness that bordered on ridiculousness. Bucky was doting and so, so good to you. You and the little life you were growing inside of you had become the center of his universe. He orbited around you, hated being too far away from you. It fucked up his gravitational pull, when you weren’t in eyesight.

Your staring up at the ceiling, half pouting, half craving beignets. You wondered if Tony would let you take the private jet on a quick little day trip to New Orleans…you knew if you asked Sam he’d definitely pilot…

You feel a pair of large hands on your doubled up legging clad thighs and you raise your head, over your round tummy, to lock eyes with Bucky’s azure ones.

He’s kneeling on the floor, one of your boots in hand. “Are you feeling alright? We don’t have to go tonight if you don’t want to”

The soft concern in his brooklynite voice makes you melt. Like it always does. “No, I want to go! Remember last year, when Steve almost busted his ass on that ice by that hot dog stand”

He chuckles at the memory as he begins to slide your boot up your curvy calf, wiggling it until it sat on your chubby thigh right, perfectly. You sigh at the feel of his finger tips.

“I told him to wear a pair of shoes with'a little traction this time. He wouldn’t want to go bustin’ up his pretty mug in front of Sharon”

You cant help but grin at the thought of it. At how red the Cap'n’s face would be.

Bucky’s so smooth and delicate with his actions, you never really knew something as simple as him putting your boots on be so intimate. How did he manage to make everything so erotic? You lean on your arms to watch him, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. You love the appearance of his cute little double chin. He claps a hand to each thigh when he’s got your boots adjusted right.

“Alright, Sweets. Anything else you need?”

It’s such an innocent well intentioned question, but where he just so happened to be placed at the moment had your mind drifting again.

“Well…while your down there” You waggle your arching brows at him suggestively and he barks out a laugh at you, shaking his head a little.

Hadn’t he just made you cum an hour or so ago? He’d toyed with your clit under your robe while you were putting on your makeup. You had been so insatiable lately, it was one of the few times in his life he was grateful for the serum that ran through his veins. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep up with you if he wasn’t enhanced.

You had the stamina of a rabbit.

But he didn’t mind. No, he’d take care of his girl, no matter what you needed from him. He’d give it to you.

“Yeah?” He asks coyly, his fingers are already hooking in both your leggings and panties. “You need your pretty pussy eaten?”

“Please baby” You whine as he drags them down your thighs, just enough that your core is bare for him, you spread your legs as much as you can around the constricting material.

He doesn’t tease you, doesn’t make you wait. He licks a fat stripe up the crease of your labia, his tongue pressing through at your clit. You collapse, your back pressing into the mattress as he begins to lap directly at your bundle of nerves, you know he’s going to get you off within minutes. Seconds even. You card your fingers through his dark locks adoringly, before gripping handfuls of them. Pressing him closer. What you’ve always loved about getting eaten out by Bucky was the fact that he didn’t do it half assed. He used his whole face, his chin dipping into your heat. His nose nudging your mound as he worked you over. Your a mess of desperate whimpers and sobs as the wet sound ‘smacking’ sound of him binging on you fills the air.

He doesn’t even have to use his fingers, he makes you climax with one final pro tug on your clit. He does this thing where he manages to use his lips, teeth and tongue at once and you scream your fucking lungs out.

“Nggnngh. Oh James, oh baby. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck”

You praise as your whole body goes off, waves after waves of electric pleasure washing over you. And of course. Bucky draws it out until your twitching and dry heaving and all but clawing at him to stop. He gives one final, loving lick, and then an even more tender kiss to the mound of your pussy before he begins to pull your leggings back up, you lift you hips to help him.

“You want to know something fucked up?” You note, your still laying back, blissed out in your post orgasm.

“What?” Bucky stands, going over to grab a random article of clothing from the hamper in the closet and to wipe his glistening lower face on.

“I could barley see you over my stomach!” You shake with laughter as you rub your bump fondly “Like, literally, all I could see was the top of your head!”

Bucky laughs, hard at that, at you. At your constantly joking nature. God, he couldn’t wait to see you with his child, he hoped they’d have your laugh.

After fixing both of your hair, you run a brush, taming your hair that had been mused when your head had thrashed against the bed. Make sure it falls over your shoulders right, before moving onto Bucky and easily reaching up gathering his mane into a smooth knot at the back of his neck. You loved his man-buns, he loved you doing his hair for him because hell if he could ever get it to cooperate on his own.

Bucky bundles you up nice and tight, wanting to make sure you were protected from the harsh chilly December air. You feel even bigger, which how was that even possible, in your bulky winter coat. In the scarf that he wound around your neck and the knit turban you tug onto your head.

“I look like a snow beast” You sigh, giving your hair one last fluff, putting on one last coat of lipstick. Bucky snorts and kisses the side of your head lovingly.

“You look cute. Like the abominable snow monster from Rudolph” He narrowly avoids your hand as you reach to slap him, maneuvering you easily, grabbing your elbow and pulling you to him so that he can press pecks your lips. You giggle into his mouth, although you still want to whack him. Steve manages to save his ass, as always by coming in, asking you if you were ready to go. Sam was right behind him teasing you guys with “If you guys could stop going at it like rabbits, we’re already late!”

“It’s not me” Bucky defends himself, pulling away from the kiss with dancing eyes “I’m just a bystander in this whole situation. Ya’ know, sperm doner-”

The slap you give to his shoulder echo’s around the room and you glare at him and walk away. Sam tosses an arm around your shoulders and gives Bucky a teasing glare just along with you as the two of you walk ahead. Bucky sighs. Oh, pregnancy hormones. You’d think he would have learned not to put his foot in his mouth after all these months, but he still wasn’t quite used to you being so touchy.

Steve gives Bucky a sympathetic look “Come on Bud, you can buy her a Cinnabon. She was complanin’ earlier about craving one. She’ll be right as rain”

Bucky just nods, smiling in spite of himself at the knowledge that baked goods really would fix it all. He thinks he could use one too. He’d knew he’d get back into your good graces, whether he had to eat Cinnamon rolls with you, or just drag you off somewhere and eat you in general. He’d do what he must. He’d been told those were the sacrifices that came with fatherhood…although he didn’t mind eating either.

——————————————

Okay, so I needed some happy smut in my life. Do you guys love cheesy Holliday fluff as much as I do? Let me know pretty babies!💛

[alternatejasper]

Your Daddy's Girl

Wednesday 

I watched him everyday during the summertime. His melanin would glisten in the suns rays. He would mow his mothers lawn on Sundays and help her with the flowerbed. Sunday was my favorite day to admire him because he would be outside with no shirt on. It was like a ritual. Watching his sweaty body move across the front yard was better than church to me.

This sunday was different. I stood by my window on the second floor of my house and patiently waited. After twenty minutes he didn't come. This was strange to me. I watched him every summer for 4 years mow the lawn on sunday at nine in the morning. His small frail mother was tending to her flowers. I waited at my window a little longer, he never came out  I wondered to myself, “where is he?”.

If you haven't noticed I have an obsession with him. Ive been since i became his neighbor a little over two years ago. He is the definition of tall dark and handsome. His teeth are whiter than the sun is yellow and the sky is blue.

After being at my window for so long I decided to go walk my dog. His house is to the left of mine so I decided to go right. I don’t like walking past his house. It makes me nervous. 

I started  to make my way back home and couldn't help but wonder if he was home yet. My thoughts wondered around. As i approached my house i noticed there was a red car parked outside. I've never seen this car at his house before. The closer i got to home the more anxious i got. Why is this Sunday so different than any other Sunday in the last two years. He has a schedule and i have a ritual. Today is out of place.

 I slowly approached my mailbox in hopes to buy me time to see who is in the car. I can tell in the passenger it was him. I know by the shadow in his jaw line. But who is driving?  There was nothing in my mailbox so i continued letting the dog play in the front yard to buy me some more time. I needed to see who was in that car.

He got out the red sedan and made his way to he front door. As the car passed I looked. Its a girl. Shes pretty. I didn't know how to feel in that moment. I had no right to be angry. He isn't mine, I’m not in a relationship with him, and he doesn't even know me. Im not upset because he was with a girl. Im upset because this random girl ruined our Sunday ritual.

  went in my house. I  didn't want to hear the thoughts i was thinking. My mother was in our library room. We have a library room because i am home schooled, and my mother works from home. We spend alot of time here. By “we”  I mean my mother and myself. My dad is not in the picture.

“Victoria, come here please”  she called.

I slowly walked into the library not concerned about what she had to say i had my own concerns about my two year obsession.

“Sweetheart, I just got the mail. Our neighbors are having a party at their home to celebrate 20 years of marriage. The party is on Friday, lets go shopping for a gift and outfits today”

“Our neighbors who? Miss Johnson isn't married.” I replied hoping she wouldn't give me the answer I dreaded.

“No Vicky I mean the Langlys’ , are you going shopping with me or not?’

Why did it have to be them. The neighbor to my left out of all neighbors. I cant decide if this is good or bad. Im going into his home. Will i be awkward? Will he even like me? Who is going to be there? I dont think I can go. 

“Victoria are you coming?’ my mother interrupted.

“Yes, let me go change” I replied.

I went to my room only to hear the familiar sound of a lawn mower going off. Instantly I was excited. I peaked out my window. He had his shirt off. It was later than the usual time but of course  I was still excited to see his body. As he walked across his front lawn my hands danced across my breast. I watched the muscles in his back move as i slid my hands down my pants pretending they were his. This is my sunday ritual. I watch him sweat while i make myself cum. As he makes circles around the yard my two fingers make circles around my untouched pussy.Untouched,meaning I have only been touched by my own hands. I think about how it would feel for the first time and how bad i want it to be him. I tried not to moan to loud, I don’t want my mom to hear me. 

.

My mom and I are  on our way to the mall when she decided to ask,

“So have you ever talked to that boy?”

My stomach dropped. Does she know about my obsession? Moms do know everything. 

“What boy?” I replied.

“Patricia's son. Do you two ever speak?”

Moments like this I remember my mother does not know me. Shes a single parent so she work a lot to prove herself. Shes feels like since she has a nice car and a nice house on her own, shes a great mother. That’s not the case. I know a lot more than she thinks I do.

“Vicky!” she said loudly interrupting the negative thoughts I was having . “ Do you two speak?”

“ I don’t speak to anybody mom.” That is actually true.

I tried to be quick in the mall. I don’t like spending a lot of time with her. She gets annoying very quickly.

After trying out 7 stores, we finally make it into Neiman Marcus . I hate this store. Just a bunch of snobs looking for unnecessary expensive things. Today im one of those snobs. Im cranky. im nervous. I slide over to the Johnny Was section and pick out a sleek and slightly sexy black dress. It has long sleeves but its open in the back. It fits my body very well. On our way out I decided to pick up a pair of heals to match. If im going to see him, I need to make a statement. 

THURSDAY

Im excited about tomorrow. Im nervous. im  panicking. why am I blowing this so out of proportion. I feel like my intuition is telling me that either something great or something amazing is going to happen tomorrow. either way the excitement is making me horny, well as horny as a virgin can possibly be. 

im prepping myself. im watching porn and reading blogs so I know what I should do and how I should do it. am I psychotic? im acting as if I know im going to fuck him tomorrow. im talking to myself like we planned this out for weeks or something. yes im slightly psychotic. im not ashamed either. im just very horny.