#wanna ride her n wrap my hands around her pretty lil waist

[joysfaery]

rosie’s tummy in these pics frm her latest insta post oh my gosh… she’s sososo gorgeous n i want her so badlyyy >_<

[lavend3r-stardust]

Wanna edge either of them for hours on end ffuuuuuck-

Wanna swirl my tongue around her clit and lap at her pussy until she's so goddamn close- but then i'll pull my head away and laugh as she sits up, somewhat flustered at the way her pretty pussy keeps throbbing and she's desperate to to do something about it. And then she pounces onto me so she can wrap her legs around my waist as she straddles me, her hips grinding against my thigh as she rides her orgasm out. . .

Alternatively, I bet he'd sound hella cute when he's all whiny n shit from me licking up the underside of his dick, or swirling my mouth around the tip like a lil lollipop yk? He's gonna be my treat, and fuck, he's gonna taste good too. Gonna sound so pretty for me while his hips buck into my mouth and his head tilts back while he grabs at my bed, my hair, and I'll respond by digging my nails into his thigh with one hand while the other pumps his beautifully-curved, aching cock with the other as he's seconds away from coming into my waiting palm once my lips pull away.

[muffindaddystyles]

OH NO BABY!!

Summary: It was Harry who swimmed in freezing ass water but someone else (his lovie) ends up catching a cold, caring boyfriendrry, a mighty bit momrry.

Turquoise chilly waves crashes against the dark coloured stones as Y/N watches her button sized boyfriend; summat all with rosy cheeks and nose, un-tattooed, wearing excessively short knickers (so tiny it shows the curves of his cute bum perfectly), being a cheeky giggly boy while shooting his swimming scenes. 

She wheezes a cold puff of breath winding her brown overcoat closer around to keep her warm but it fails to do so and she might get a scolding from Harry for being silly and waiting outside the whole time just to watch him but she doesn't care, she's extremely proud of him and comes by the sets of My Policemen once a time she gets day off her job early. 

He paddles towards her like a penguin buried into humongous coats and towels, his brows furrowing together trying to recognize her dainty self waving him quite enthusiastically from far and his face softens at that.

Shaking his head when her teeth clanks together from the gush of stinging cold breeze. 

"Lovie'," He wraps his nippy palms around her hands bringing them to his frosty lips to blow warm air, knowing she hates cold and gets real whiny from not being able to bear it yet she stood in it for two hours for him means alot to him because his assistant told him someone was waiting for him but didn't tell it was his actual sweet baby.

"How you're not a frozen chicken yet?" She asks sighing once in the heat of his given trailer and he makes an exhultant purring noise when she cups his face, lulling it left and right playfully, "Are you okay? She queries worriedly looking down at him with batted eyes and he muses a chuckle at her sweetness. 

"Baby 'm fine -- feeling hot by the way now you're inside the van." He grins bashfully tugging her closer with his knees pulled around her legs, "You better go back home .. I don't want your cutesy bum to freeze to death." She squeaks surprisingly when he smacks her ass playfully and drags her down by pulling the lapel of her coat to smear his lips against her's fondly -- heart bigger than it's normal size at her sight making his day 100x better. 

"I brought you lunch, it's on that shelf." She tells him standing at the stairs of trailer and he waves her blowing a heartious kiss her way, "Call me when y'reach, yeah?" 

"Kay, bye!" Her awfully pretty smile covets dimples into his cheeks and he just want to throw himself into the sofa piled with blanket and scream into it like a teenager girl.

Though, she keeps sneezing through whole ride -- eyes teary, nose runny and fingers twitchy not to mention her numb toes making her feel very uncomfy. Her eyes dropping from being too sleepy and lazy. 

She's about to catch a cold. 

Tiredly she drags her feet upto their flat and doesn't even pet their kitten strawberry on the way to their bedroom and when reaches it flops over blankets snuggling into them -- without even changing into comfy clothes. 

Sirens everywhere as she wakes up with a groan holding her forehead to subside the pound in it and it's feeling like blazing alarms are going off in her head making her want to puke. 

It's dark outside. She's been napping for hours. She manages to sit on the edge of bed deciding whether she should stand up to go to washroom or not for that all she could see is floating wooden floor. 

Weakly she trudges towards the kitchen filling a glass of water and pulls out a thermometer from one of the drawers -- she was too occupied in waiting for it to beep  then checking her fever that she didn't hear Harry announcing; he's home. 

She gasps quickly shoving it under her bum, "Don't you hide that thermometer from me!" He squalls rushing towards her in two big strides of his daddy long legs and her eyes widen comically. 

"I was just checking and I don't have any kind of fever!" She squeals not letting him get hold of the thermometer and he glares down at her sternly, "You're burning up, baby." He hisses, the back of his hand pressed to her forehead. 

She stands up and does a twirl for him shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, "See 'm fine —- " Only to pass out but Harry was quick to take her fall in his arms gracefully squinting his eyes down at her.

"Yeah . . . could see how fine you're." She gives in atlast. Knowing he's going in a severe mommy mode.

"Put your arms around me — Or just fall on me, yeah that works too." She nods and let him slip his socks clad feetsie under her soles to walk them to their bedroom, he sits her down and she wails when he opens their wardrobe to get her something comfy. 

"Nooo." She bunches up into a ball as he fists her vest top to pull it over her head, "it's freezing -- 'm feeling so cold." He frowns because he's sweating his ass off from the heat. 

He sweeps her hair away from her eyes rubbing a hand down her back continuously, "It'd be a sec, pet. Then I'll warm these blankets in the drier 'n make ye' some soup, so you'd be all cosy 'n snuggly … hmm?" She's very unconvincing when sick. Wants him and just him by her side. 

She wipes her nose with her sleeve and sniffs, raising her armpits in air for him and  shivers terribly when he undressed her completely, "Oh me poor baby." He leans in to kiss the corner of her lips but she pushes him away grumpy-ly. 

"You're g'na get sick too, dummy." He pouts childishly helping her to put her legs in her fuzzy pyjamas, plants tender kisses to her ankles once covering her feet in aloe-fused socksies.

When she stands up on wobbly legs with the support of his folded thigh he almost jumps asking worriedly. 

"Where are ye' goin', missy!??" 

"To washroom." Her voice barely audible her throat achy and scratchy, "'M comin' with you." He tells her demandingly and she groans knuckling at her eyes. 

"No."

"You wanna walk by yourself? Alright, let's see that." He leaves her wrist and she gasps tripping forward from weakness -- catching the nearest furniture before the damage. 

"Moppet, stop being so stubborn and lemme take care of you … look at you, an absolute horror –-- never been this frail." He's just so caring it makes her want to cry and have a full on water-works party. He pushes her from waist to himself pecking her sweet smelling hair and takes her to washroom. 

After that he tucks her beneath two fluffy blankets and leaves her to make some soup for her and bring her medicine, "Harry!" She yowls pinching the blankets closer around her round small head and feels bad when he rushes inside in a frenzy with an utterly concerned face, serving spoon in his hand and dish rag on his shoulder. 

"What happened baby? D'ya wanna throw up? Or are you feelin' freezy, should I blow up heat?" He asks in one breath and she blushes murmuring timidly, glossy eyes still very sleepy and exhausted. 

She sneezes loudly, "I just –- achoo!! –- " Another sneeze and she messes her words horribly, " –- you — " Drool on the corner of her mouth. 

"You achoo me?" He giggles softly fetching some tissues for her and wipes her nose with them as she struggles to clean it herself. 

"'M sorry, please come back." She sighs holding in an another sneeze to avoid wetting him with her yucky stuff. 

He strokes her head for a generous moment, "It's almost cooked –- oh fuck is it burning?" He sniffs the air then looks down at her with full on saucer eyes and slaps his forehead when she raises her shoulders, "Maybe?" Thankfully not all of it got ruined and his grin was obnoxious while bringing it inside. Trying to shoo away strawberry who's pawing at the frizzes of his socks. 

She smiles up at him with hooded eyes when he hovers the spoon infront of her waiting to feed her as if she's some sort of lil baby and when she tells him it's hot he blows at it and when she still tries to make excuses he stares at her strictly, "Baby." He warns her and she obliges quickly grabbing his wrist delicately to eat and his heart jumps consciously at the fact she's still burning awfully. 

"Did you even put salt in it? It tastes like nothing."

"Please stop wasting of what's left of ye voice on complaints about soup you can't even taste." He huffs and she giggles only to drive into fits of loud coughs. He rubs her back gently and puts the tray aside when she feels like throwing up from the effect of coughs and moves the bin where she's bended over the edge of bed and his legs. 

"It's okay, hmm just let it out." He caresses her back and holds her hair away from her face -- though nothing comes out since she hasn't eaten anything from morning. 

"I hate this." There comes the first sniffle and he instantly cradles her face in his soft hands, "I know dovie' you're feeling very icky right now but it'll be better in the morning, I promise." She shakes her head coughing into her elbow. 

"I don't want to eat anymore." Her voice groggy and hoarse, he lifts her gaze up towards him scolding her with a stern frown. 

"Hey, now none of that -- you're not allowed to sleep until your belly isn't full." She groans nodding at last and he kisses her shoulder as a little reward. She isn't very bratty. Infact she's Harry's polite girl. Though, When she's he makes sure to tug her back on line but at the moment he understands that how much she's suffering. 

How much she needs him to take care of her.

Taking care of her medicines and her cough syrup he turns on the lamp laying back into heap of pillows against the headboard and spreads his knees to bunch her petite weak body against his chest and closes them when she's properly snuggled on top of him, it's one of her favourite positions to sleep in when she's sick --- clinged and cuddled to him. 

Like babies on their mommy's chest with their bums sticked out.

He tightens his arms around her hiding his face into the crook of her neck and smooches tiny kisses to her sweet spot, "You're so cute baby makes me heart-ache." 

His tranquil heartbeat never fails to lull her to sleep and his hands loving on her sides always makes her feel very warm, "You shouldn't have come to beach -- moppet. Knows your immune against cold is terrible." He whispers cheek squished over her head and she murmures sleepyly —- hands bundled up between her and his front, "Just wanted to make you feel ….. loved." Her words jumblish but full of affection and drool sticks to his sweatshirt when she mumbles against his chest. 

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Harry didn't sleep whole night making sure she's okay, making her sip her cough syrup in betweens and massaging her head but when his eyes barely dropped and the clock hit 4 in the morning whimpers and wails started slipping out of her lips as if she's in very much pain. Which infact she's. Her body shivers vigorously in his arms and even though she's sweating her fever didn't lower down a bit. 

He has never seen her in such a bad condition. 

He perches on his elbow immediately cupping her hot rosy cheek and gives it few pats crying out worriedly, "Hey baby -- wake up." When she doesn't listen his lungs felt suffocating themselves bile forming in his throat. He throws the blanket away sitting up fully and rests her head in the nook of his elbow.

"Y/N!?" He tries not to panic when she gives him no-response and before his anxiety driven self could duck down to press his ear to her heart her eyelids fluttered barely -- blue chapped lips moving slowly. 

"'M okay, bub. Don't worry ….. " 

"Bullocks. You're not okay! You can't stop shivering!! Looks almost dead." He growls angry at her and himself for not taking her to clinic soon, "You're so fucking stubborn, pet." He mutters rageously laying her gently down on the mattress and climbs down the bed to bring their coats. Almost stomping his way all around the bedroom to collect stuff. 

This time doesn't ask her if she could walk or not and glides his arms underneath her shoulders and knees to haul her firmly against his chest -- blanket still wrapped around her shivering body. 

"Shh, shh my baby. You're g'na be okay, 'm so sorry you're in so much pain." He tries to soothe her while walking down stairs of the building. 

Turns out she caught pneumonia. They had to stay two hours at the clinic for her drip and some injections for which he had to hold her down from wiggling and squirming her way out. 

Made her rest till the fever was gone temporarily then drives them back home when assured that her condition isn't worsening and right now when she's cuddled up into his side with strawberry sleeping on his thighs he nudges her lightly.

"Dovie' I love you so much but that doesn't mean you can scare the shit outta me like that." She just mewls sinking deeper into his side.

"No more set visits fo' you." He tells her seriously and she perks her head up coughing mildly and he raises his forefinger in a demand for her to stay quite, that there's nothing to argue, "You could watch me for once 'n all at the big screen." 

"Harry……" She whines tugging the hem of his sweatshirt.

"No, Harry." He pets her head down back on the pillow. 

Without saying anything she distance herself from him like a grumpy shrimp and fusses under her breath. He supresses his amused chuckles noting the silliness of this girl and drags her back by her ankle towards him.

"Come back here, you little betrayer." He gasps dramatically and squishes her in his embrace till she gives up and herself nuzzles up into his homely scented neck. 

[hops-hunny]

Just a Touch Away

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4k

Request: Not necessarily?? A few people did ask for this though and who am I to deny you of that?

Summary: Part two of Just a Flight Away

Warnings: Sex, just sex. There’s fluff too, a good lil 50/50.

A/N: The fact that this is longer than the original makes me fucking laugh cause how tf did that even happen?? Hope I didn’t disappoint. I also got lazy half way through editing so only like the first 2k words are edited.

Neville was beyond ecstatic to be walking hand in hand with his girlfriend. It was better than anytime his mind would wander to it during the day and anytime it’d lull him to sleep at night. He looked down at her, watching as her eyes looked at everything in amazement. It reminded him of his first year at Hogwarts, wide eyed and full of curiosity of all there was to be explored. (Y/n) seemed to be soaking it all in as if she took even the smallest of blinks, everything would vanish before her eyes.

“It’s a pretty place, isn’t it?” He started off, catching the girl’s attention. She looked up at the tall lanky Gryffindor smiling at him. God he couldn’t believe that such a doll was his. This was his girlfriend.

“Yeah! It’s amazing! I love how tall the ceilings are and all the intricacies such as the carvings around the walls and floors, the big open windows, it’s all to die for!” She exclaimed, bouncing up and down a bit. How could one girl be so cute? Neville knew that if she asked, he’d do absolutely anything she wanted without a second thought. Anything she wanted and needed he would give to her at the drop of a hat.

“Yeah, that’s not even the most magical part. No matter where you go in the castle, you can find something new almost every time. Be it a hallway, room, whatever.” he stated, smiling as the girl gasped in amazement.

“We have to explore then some time while I’m here! However, today I wanna spend time with you doing you know,” she started, looking away as she was overcome with shyness, “Doing couple things.” Neville felt his heart swell at her words, trying his best not to drown her in all of his affection.

“Of course, petal. We can do whatever you want today! How bout I take you to Honeydukes and then we end the day off with the greenhouse? I know you wanted to see that first but trust me when I say it’s even more of a beauty during the evening than it is at this time.” He said, reaching down to push a bit of her hair out of her face. He laughed some as her eyes lit up at the mention of the sweets shop. When Neville and (Y/n) would send each other things, Neville would send her treats as much as possible. He had learned early on about the girl’s large sweet tooth and second stomach for dessert.

“That sounds amazing! You know how much I love treats!” she said, clapping her hands as she began to jump more. Neville looked at her fondly as he watched her fit of excitement but quickly stopped as he noticed her frown. “I don’t have the right currency to buy things yet though. I still only have dragots. That’s okay, we can j-”

“Did you really think I was going to make you pay, flower? What kind of man would I be to invite you out and not pay? I insist, shop to your heart's content today.” He said, reaching down to stroke her cheek. She leaned into his touch, smiling up at him.

“I love you, Nev.” she mumbled, closing her eyes in content from the warmth that radiated from his hand. Neville felt his breath hitch as he looked down at her, face flushing a bright red. It wasn’t the first time they had said it to each other. Sure, they ended their letters with it more often than not but to hear it from her voice? A voice that was so beautiful, so full of love, aimed towards him? She was making it really hard for him not to just have his way with her right then and there.

“Oh angel, I love you more. Come here.” He pulled her closer, bending down to rest his forehead on hers, smiling as he leaned in to kiss her. The (h/c) haired girl met him halfway, smiling into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around her neck. He continued to kiss her, deepening the kiss before remembering that they were quite literally in the middle of the hallway. He pulled away, placing a quick chaste kiss on her lips. Confusion took over (Y/n)’s face as she looked around them. In different parts of the hallway, a few guys were looking in their direction. “What is it, darling?” he questioned, grabbing her hand as he continued to walk. She simply dismissed his question, offering him a soft smile as he guided her towards the nearest castle exit. That’s when he started to hear it. It wasn’t loud, but it was loud enough for him to hear.

“God she’s a right fitty, isn’t she?”

“Yeah I mean look at the ass on her. She’s one of those Ilvermorny girls.”

“Could’ve fooled me. Looks straight outta Beauxbaton.”

“Longbottom’s a fool, I would’ve had my way with her as soon as she stepped out the train.”

Neville felt his jaw clench, trying to calm himself down. He had to get them out of here before (Y/n) heard, because if she had? Those guys would see exactly why he was put in Gryffindor in the first damn place. “Petal, do you want a piggyback ride? I know you mentioned wanting one in a few of your letters. Come on, hop on.” he said, bending down some so she could get on. (Y/n) felt her eyes light up at the idea. She took a large running start before jumping on the boy’s back, squealing as he lifted her up. Neville secured her on his back, biting his lip at the feeling of her plush thighs filtering between his fingers. They felt heavenly, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander to what they’d feel like wrapped around his- they had places to be. He didn’t want his precious girl to hear anything that those twits were saying about her so quickly he took off down the hallway, smiling as the girl laughed, tightening her arms around his neck.

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(Y/n) gasped as her eyes zoomed in various places all around Honeydukes. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before. She ran to various different snacks, reading the packages of them. “Look Nev, look! These look sooo good. They’re strawberry flavored! I love strawberry.” she said, holding up the box of snack cakes in his face. Neville laughed at the girl’s enthusiasm for sweets.

“I’ve had those before. They’re quite good! I think you’ll enjoy them ‘specially since you like strawberry so much. Do you wanna get them?” he questioned. (Y/n) pondered, humming slightly before nodding, setting them in his hands. She wondered how he could contain himself, especially when there were so many sweets around! Who wouldn’t wanna buy practically the whole store? 

As they walked around the store, (Y/n) would occasionally find something else that piqued her interest, ask Neville’s opinion on it, and then throw it in his arms. She did this numerous times until she realized how full his arms were. The tower of sweets and treats almost covered his face. However, she couldn’t help to admire how his arms flexed and tensed under his shirt only imagining how nice they’d feel-

“Are you done, petal? It’s okay if you’re not! You can get a few more things, I just wanna get back to the greenhouse before it gets too dark.” he explained, turning to the side so he could see her face.

“Yeah, I’m done! Are you sure this is okay? This is a lot of stuff Nev.” she questioned, biting the inside of her cheek guilty.

“Nonsense! Nothing is too much for you, flower. Let’s get going, I’ve got a few plants that I need to water in about,” he set the treats down on the counter before looking at his watch, “30 minutes. Perhaps you can help me?” 

“I’d love to! You know that’s my favorite part of growing plants is the watering part. It’s almost like you can see them do a little happy dance when you do! Well, some of the more animated plants quite literally do but you get what I mean!” she rambled on, quickly latching onto his arm once more. Neville listened to her, grabbing the bags as they began to walk out of the door only for him to bump into Malfoy himself. Great.

“Ah I see, loneliness has stricken you again huh Longbottom? I don’t know what all those treats will do for that!” He snickered out, high fiving Crabbe and Goyle. Neville rolled his eyes, frankly quite done with the bloke. He didn’t give him that same sense of fear as when he was younger. In fact, now he found him to be quite annoying. 

“Actually they aren’t for him, they’re mainly all for me! Neville’s personal pick is just this little box right here.” she said, holding up the small box before placing it back in the bag. (Y/n) had to stop herself from letting out an audible gag as the blonde’s eyes traveled up and down her frame.

“You must be Neville’s American cousin, right? I-”

“Didn’t ask. Come on babe, let’s go.” The small girl said, dragging her boyfriend along with her. Draco stood there in shock as the two walked off still in amazement in how Neville had such a hot American girlfriend already.

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“Woah! I’ve read about this plant actually. Even had a small personal one of my own.” The (h/c) haired girl said, positioning the magnifying glass up and down around the leaves to view it better. Neville whipped his head towards her in excitement.

“Really? Wait, had?” he asked, watching as the girl shrugged sheepishly.

“Yeah, turns out it wasn’t really suited for the climate in America. Such a shame though! She was a real beauty.” She said, still not looking up at the plant. Neville smiled at her fondly, walking closer to her as he stood behind her.

“Yeah, she is.” he muttered, wrapping his arms around her waist as he turned her around.

“Something tells me we’re no longer discussing plants.” she joked, wrapping an arm around his neck as she brought the other to stroke his cheek. He leaned down hovering his lips above hers.

“I’m afraid we aren’t.” he closed the gap between them, kissing her with all the anger, all the passion that had built up over the day. He was tired of it, tired of men speaking about her like he wasn’t right fucking there. Obviously that wasn’t his sweet flower’s fault but god was he furious. He took one of his hands, trailing it from her waist to the underside of her skirt. With one hand he flipped it up and with the other he began to grip and prod at one of her cheeks harshly. He trailed his free hand up to her jaw, holding it tightly as he pulled away from the kiss leaving a trail of saliva in its path. “Do you want to-”

“Yes.” she cut him off, taking one of his hands and leading it under her shirt. He moved his large freckled hand up her torso until he reached her breast. His eyes widened as he felt the lack of bra.

“You little minx.” he sneered, gripping her ass in both of his hands as he sat her on top of the working table. He pushed her shirt above her breast, watching as her nipples began to harden from the cool air. Neville got on his knees pulling the girl to the edge of the table. He couldn’t help but pause and admire how beautiful she was. The setting sun reflected off of her sweaty (s/c) skin making it appear as if she was glowing. The shadows and light hit the parts of her soaking panties, revealing just how wet her cunny was. Neville let out an audible groan at the sight, adjusting his tightening pants. “God you’re bloody gorgeous. Look at you baby, all soaked just for me?” He ran a finger over her cloth covered slick, smirking as the girl jumped a bit letting out a soft whimper. “Let me treat you, yeah?” he whispered against her clothed cunt before ripping her panties down and stuffing them in her back pocket (He certainly was not giving those back). 

His eyes were glued to the sight in front of him. It was more beautiful than any photograph that she had sent. No matter how many times she had written to him about how wet she was, nothing could prepare him for the true extent to what it was. The entirety of her pussy was covered in slick, running down her folds and now onto the table. He watched as her pretty little hole clenched and unclenched around nothing practically begging to be filled. But he couldn’t just yet, he had to do what he had been dreaming of for years. He moved a steady hand forward rubbing her clit in circular motions before licking a fat strip across her slit as he began to suck on her clit. (Y/n) gasped, bringing a shaky hand down to his head pushing him in forward and, who was Neville to deny her? Sure, Neville lacked experience severely. They both did. But he’d be damned if he came up from between her legs without giving her an orgasm first.

Neville took his middle finger, gathering a bit of her juices on it before slowly sinking it inside of her. He began to pump it in and out, making sure to be gentle and slow while maintaining a steady pace. (Y/n) threw her head back, letting out a cross between a whimper and a moan. It wasn’t like she hadn’t pleasured herself before, she had...numerous times. Sometimes even multiple times a day. But god his fingers? They were so much thicker than hers, so much longer touching and hitting spots she didn’t know were possible. “A-another please.” she whimpered, bucking her hips onto his face. Neville looked up at her, humming around her clit in agreement before he slid in another digit into her tight hole. He felt his dick strain against his pants more at the sound of her moans but he could ignore it. This wasn’t about him right now, it was all about him pleasuring his perfect girl.

“Do you like that, pretty? Hm? Like when I get my fingers covered in you.” He muttered against her, groaning as she clenched around his fingers. He drove them deeper keeping with his slow pace. Neville didn’t want to rush this, he wanted to appreciate the girl who he loved, the girl who kept him up late into the night as he stroked one out. He knew they would share many intimate moments in the months to come but he definitely wanted their first to be the most memorable.

 He continued to lick and suck on her bud, pulling away every so often to lick at the stray juices that ran down her folds. “Just one more, pretty. I’ve gotta make sure you’re nice and stretched out for me.” she nodded lazily at his words, feeling herself growing closer and closer by the second. (Y/n) was in such a state of euphoria, never wanting it to end. She let out another strangled moan as Neville slid in a third finger, scissoring them a bit before beginning to make a come hither motion within her. The tips of his fingers rubbed against her spot sending her into a fit of nonsense phrases and words, the most recognizable of them being “please, please. Yes, yes, yes!” which only encouraged him further. With more force he repeatedly began to jab at her g-spot growling as the girl came apart above him. (Y/n) gasped, falling back onto the table as her body grew tense, releasing all over Neville fingers. She continued to moan as her arousal slipped past his fingers running down the table as the boy fingered her through her high. Neville pulled his fingers out, stretching them apart as he stared at the arousal that was connected between the spaces. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, letting out a soft moan at her taste. Just as sweet as he had pictured it. 

After a few moments of heavy panting, (Y/n) felt a bit better and decided to sit up. Her (e/c) eyes trailed down her lover’s body as they reached the bulge in his pants. ‘If it’s that big through his pants, I don’t even want to imagine how big it is out of them!’ she found herself thinking. No wonder he had used three fingers, she wasn’t even sure that that was enough. She reached both her hands out, beginning to unfasten his belt pulling down his pants before freeing his member. She held back a gasp as she watched it slap up against his lower abdomen. Neville’s cock was a shade darker than him, it had no curve to it but it didn’t matter. He made up for a lack of curve with the sheer girth of his cock alongside the length (which was most definitely half of her forearm, if not more). She took a deep breath before hopping off of the table and kneeling before him.

“What’re you doing, love?” he asked, reaching a hand down to stroke her cheek.

“Returning the favor?” she replied as she reached a hand forward to grasp him. She looked at him confused as he lifted her back up, setting her back on top of the table.

“You can do that some other time. Right now is about pleasuring you.” he said, moving his lips to her neck as he began to suck and kiss along it leaving a trail of marks in its wake.

“A-are you sure? What about you? I’d feel bad that I’m not pleasing you in return.” a soft frown took over her face. Neville grabbed her face softly, tilting it towards his own.

“Oh darling, taking care of you brings me a greater pleasure than anything you could give me. Tonight is about you so let me just take care of you, yeah?” he asked, looking into her eyes full of love and a deep amount of arousal. She sat there unsure before nodding, leaning up to capture his lips. Neville returned the kiss, trailing the hand that was against her face to wrap gently around her neck. He pulled away, tugging her lip with him. “I’m gonna put it in now. Are you ready?” he asked, lubing himself up with the reminisce of her first orgasm.

“Please be gentle.” she whispered, hiding her face in his neck as he pushed his tip against her entrance.

“‘Course love. I’ll do my best.” he placed a kiss on the top of her head before beginning to sink into her. He let out a hiss at the tight heat of her velvety walls. When he was in enough, he brought both his hands up to embrace her, whispering soft phrases of encouragement as he slid into her tight hole. He couldn’t help but feel guilty at the sound of her whimpers and cries, feeling awful that he was the cause of it.  After what felt like ages, his pelvic region finally met with her mound. He pulled back gazing at the sight as he let out a soft moan.

“Y-you can move now. Feels good.” she stuttered out, gasping as he pulled out some. Neville thrusted into her deeply to test the waters, watching her facial expressions. He felt himself grow relieved when he saw how deep in pleasure she was. Her eyes were clenched shut, chest rising and falling quickly. He took that as a sign to continue, thrusting into her deep and slow. He gripped her hips tightly, deepening the intensity of his thrusts. The boy was absolutely enamored. How could she be so cute in such a filthy state? Tongue lulled out the side of her mouth, hair tousled messily as sweat covered her delicate skin. Seeing her in such bliss only fueled his need to please her, to see her come undone beneath him. He continued to pound into her, every thrust filled with passion. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, angel,” he growled out leaning down to capture her breast in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, nibbling softly before pulling away and doing the same to the other one. (Y/n) continued to let out a string of moans, tightening her grip on the Gryffindor's back. She couldn’t help but dig her fingers into the flesh of his back, trying to ground herself as her lower region received immense amounts of pleasure. She let out a cry of gratification as he began to rub at her clit with circular motions, digging her heels into his lower back. “God just look at you. You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Who’s making you feel this good?”

“Y-you Nev! S-so good. It’s so deep, so big.” she whimpered as she began to feel hot tears form in her eyes. “Love you so much, I love you!” she sobbed, resting her head on her chest. It was all too much, too good for her to handle. Neville cooed at her adoringly continuing to thrust into her. “C-close….”

“Hold it for just one second of love. Let’s cum together.” He grunted. After a few moments, he felt a familiar pit in his stomach signaling his release. His thrust began to grow sloppy, hips stuttering but as he went to pull out, the girl stopped him.

“Please don’t. I’m on birth control. Want you to cum inside of me, want you to fill me up.” Neville gripped at her hips harder, pistoning them with an animalistic amount of pace. The moans of them both echoed off the greenhouse walls as they both released, collapsing against one another. (Y/n) shuddered, whimpering at the feeling of his thick seed spilling inside of her. It seemed nonstop, pouring and pouring deeper inside of her, dribbling out past him and onto the table.

Neville let out a breathless chuckle at the sight, feeling a sense of pride at the fact that it was his seed dripping out of her. No one else. Not Malfoy, not his idiot friends, and certainly not those morons from in the hallway earlier. He stroked her skin gentle, watching as she shuddered at his touch. “Sorry love, it seems I left quite the mark on your neck.” he mumbled, brushing his fingertips along the healing mark he had left. It was a big purple hickey, the same shade as the bruises on her hips.

“S’okay. I’ll have something that reminds me of you. I think I accidentally gave you one too when I came. I couldn’t help myself.” Neville viewed his reflection in the small hanging mirror across the room. Moving his long shaggy hair to the side, he saw a small reddish bruise, the indent from her teeth still visible. 

“It’s a shame that I didn’t get to show you the rest of the plants you wanted.” he frowned. He had totally forgotten that was the entire reason they had come to the greenhouse today. Neville wanted his girl’s first day at Hogwarts to be absolutely perfect in every way and he had ruined it in his own fit of selfish greed.

“Are you kidding me?” she asked, sitting up. She winced slightly but continued on. “This was way better than any sort of plant! Nothing says ‘welcome to Hogwarts’ like what we just had.” Neville let out a breath that he wasn’t even aware he had been holding.

Even though this was the first day of them meeting in person, he knew this was the girl for him. As the sun set and they both held each other in their arms, the pair couldn’t help but wonder what was in store for them. What adventures lie ahead? Only time could tell. But luckily they didn’t have to spend another minute apart. (Y/n) was no longer just a flight away, but a mere inches apart.

[aiiwa]

PRETTY IN PINK — IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

✗ REQUEST: may i request a lil text fic of yn having the most juiciest 🍑 and taking pics in her lingerie to send to her female friends so they can help pic out which one is the prettiest but she accidently sends them to her best friend and crush iwa and how that would go?????

— iwaizumi hajime.

⤷ genre: college au - fluff (?) / crack (?)

⤷ warnings: suggestive / mature themes, cursing, and a photo thirst trap photo (?), also iwa talking about masturbating over your photo

⤷ word count: 2.8k

— a/n: for my big booty anon i would sell my soul for 🍑💖

this is set in the same universe as freshman year, so feel free to give it a read if you’d like!!

life after meeting your boys had changed your daily routine in the best way. not a minute went by that wasn’t filled with the familiar craziness you had grown on.

free time was spent humouring mattsun by shifting the couches in their apartment around and engaging in a wrestling match, originally stemming from a fight the two of you had over the last slice of cake a month ago; the current score was an even tie of 14-14 though you had plans to take the lead. when it came to makki, he was more than happy to indulge on your self-care days; he’d even take part in your skincare routine, let you paint his nails, and liked it when you made smoothies to sip on while the two of you waited for your clay masks to dry. every other week was dedicated to retouching his roots with pink hair dye.

other days, you were set up on your bed; under the soft covers, stash of snacks next to you, while your laptop rested on your lap. and at exactly three a.m. you would receive an incoming call from, oikawa. since it would be three p.m. in argentina, he’d take to sitting out on his balcony, basking in the sun and interrogating you on the relationship, or lack thereof, you had with his dear iwa-chan.

speaking of sweet, gorgeous iwa - in your biased and majorly crushing opinion, hanging out with him was your favourite. though you’d never be heard saying that around anyone. just last week he’d all but solidified your love for him even more, when the two of you were up late, binge watching a new sci-fi show that caught iwa’s attention, and he got up to make you some coffee when you started to feel sleepy.

“here we go, coffee with two sugars for the pretty lady.” the warmth you felt run over your body settled before you grabbed at the steaming cup. taking a sip you realised you’d never told iwa how many sugars you preferred, and after asking him, you watched his faint blush bloom under the harsh light of the t.v. screen. “heh, i don’t know...just noticed it, i guess.”

but as much as you loved the guys, there were just some things you couldn’t do with them. things that required a strictly girls-only day out.

“what do you mean we’re not allowed to come? i wanna go to the mall too!” mattsun whines, tugging at the sleeve of your cropped, button-up sweater, while you were bent over tying your laces.

“it’s a girl’s day out, emphasis on girl.” smacking his hand away, you straighten up; sending him the look your mother gives you when you’re being difficult. “so unless your little pee-pee grew into a powerful vagina, you’ll be staying home.”

“but makki’s practically a girl too!” the couch cushion that flew into his face was true to its aim, the swift whack shutting mattsun up.

“fuck off, little dick.” makki grumbled, lanky figure draped over the couch; sans aforementioned couch cushion that was covering his face before. mattsun tried to throw the pillow back at the pink-haired boy, but it was caught with ease. “we agreed to never bring that up again.”

“yeah well, y/n’s talking about some girl-time shit, like we didn’t take her to a strip club, filled with male strippers.” mattsun sasses back, crossing his arms with a smirk. “like makki didn’t get a lap dance from that guy-”

from the corner of your eye, the bulky figure entering the room catches your attention instantly. you could never get tired of eyeing up the way his shirt stretched around his fit body, how his sleeves cut a bit into his arms and knowing he could rip them up with a flex of his biceps. watching him walk up to you, the tightening of his navy blue gym shorts around his shaped thighs, had you mesmerised; dragging your gaze across the outline of his bulge, you swore it twitched just before he stopped near you.

“ready to go, y/n?” he offered a small smile, twirling his keys around his finger. at the sound of his voice, the other two boys halted their bickering over the strip club incident.

“oi iwa, no fair, are you going with y/n?!” mattsun interrogates, thick brows arched in question.

“i’m dropping her off.”

“oh.” makki chimes in. “out of everyone i thought you would be the one with the most complaints, iwa. just the other day when the two of you were together, i wanted to ask y/n for help with my project but you-”

“yeah, yeah that was the other day.” iwa cuts him off, and you couldn’t help but furrow your brows, wanting to know what makki was going to say. oh well, you’ll just get it out of him after. “c’mon y/n, you’ll be late meeting the girls.”

iwa was on his way to the front door when makki asked you what was so different about this trip to the mall that you didn’t want any of the boys to come along.

“i’m going to buy new lingerie, and i need their opinions.” you shrugged, grabbing your hand bag so you could follow iwa out.

busy with shoving your phone into your purse, and checking you had all of your essentials, you failed to notice the scheming look shared between mattsun and makki. or how iwa stood frozen by the door, hand tightly gripping the handle, until you bumped into his warm back.

“lingerie...hm, i wonder for who?”

at makki’s words you felt heat rise up in your face, as you rubbed at your nose.

“y/n~! you could’ve just asked me to come along! i would love to give my opinion!”

you’d never seen keys flying so fast through the air, finding their mark on mattsun’s forehead.

after spending twenty minutes pressing an ice pack to the growing bump on mattsun’s forehead, and listening to him trying to explain to an irritated iwa that he was just playing around; you’d finally left the apartment, and was nearing the bustling shopping district. iwa had been quiet, though not awkward, with only the mellow songs of his playlist, named after you, playing during the short drive. he flicked his indicator on, spotting the two girls waving at you from the sidewalk, and pulled over to the side.

“thanks for the ride, iwa.” you mumbled distractedly, admiring the veins in his tanned arm as he shifted the gear into park.

“anything for my pretty lady.” iwa lifts the corner of his mouth up into a sweet grin, olive green eyes flitting over you next to him. he doesn’t even realise he’d called you his pretty lady, and you press a hand to your heated cheek; ignoring your friends cooing and pointing at the two of you. “do you need some money? are you gonna be warm?” he leans closer to you, putting his arm behind your seat as he searches through his gym back in the back. the intoxicating smell of his cinnamon cologne invades your senses. “i’ll give you my jacket, just let me find it.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics, grabbing his bicep to stop him, giving it a firm, very self-indulgent squeeze. “iwa.” you called out to him. he turned to look at you, wide eyed and so fucking adorable. “you’re acting like my mom.” 

his handsome features relaxed as he released an airy laugh. “well i love your mom, so i’m fine with that.” he pulled his arm from behind you, jacket in his grip, though not in a way to make you let go of his arm.

“i still can’t believe she messages you to make sure i’m eating right.” you groaned, still squeezing his arm playfully. “and stop trying to give me money, it’s like you want to be my sugar daddy or something.”

iwa’s arm tenses under your touch as he processes your words. “alright, time for you to go.” you manage to catch the bright blush dusting his cheeks; your hand reaching out to pinch them yet all you feel is the material of his jacket as he shoves it into your arms. “get out, your friends are waiting for you.”

you pout at his dismissal; but with the way he was so flustered, scratching the back of his neck and hiding his pretty eyes, you decide to let him off easy 

“‘kay, fine~” you drawled in a sing-song voice.

making a show of collecting your things together, you dramatically tugged your seat belt loose; reaching for the door but halting in your actions when the weight of his large hand, dropped on top of your head. allowing him to angle your head to face him, he gifted you with a soft smile that had you ready to melt into the passenger seat. 

“be safe, alright?” your eyes blinked with each gentle pat on your head - once, twice, thrice - most likely ruffling your hair you’d spent a good amount of time on. “now go, text me and i’ll pick you up later.”

puffing your cheeks, you nodded as he squeezed your scalp affectionately. unlocking the door, you stepped outside into the cool air, wrapping iwa’s big jacket over your shoulders as goosebumps rose underneath the thin material of your sweater. bumping the door closed with your hip, you bent at the waist and stuck your head through the open window 

“bye, iwa.” your lips pressed together in a shy smile.

he mirrored your smile. “see you later, pretty lady.”

walking away, tugging the collar of his jacket closer, you could feel his eyes following after you. only half-listening as the girls teased you, hooking their arms through yours to walk through the entrance of the mall; you glanced back once more to see iwa stick a hand out and wave, before driving off once you disappeared from his view.

steam whirled up and around iwa, as a contented sigh escaped his parted lips. stood underneath the spray of warm water, he felt the tension begin to evaporate from his taut muscles 

iwa’s gym sessions, as of late, had been rather extreme. well, it had been this way for a couple of months now, ever since he had met you. he had to overwork his body, send it into overdrive and power through the fatigue - it was the only way to release some of his pent up frustration. the frustration that came with crushing on you, and not acting on it.

you were so fucking gorgeous to him, and you were so damn sweet. every part of his being was steadily entangling itself around your presence, and he had no idea how to stop it. not that he would even want to try. when you were nearby, his ears would begin to twitch at the sound of your voice, searching for you; and when you touched him, wrapping your delicate fingers around his arm to steady yourself, or poking your fingers at his back absentmindedly while teasing his roommates, he could feel his skin tingle all over. but it was when you would look up at him, sparkles in your beautiful eyes, that iwa knew he was a goner.

you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger, and he just wanted to make you his. have you in his arms��and bury himself so deep inside you-

“fuck.”

he shut off the shower with a bit more force than necessary. this was exactly the reason why he’d been visiting the gym more, working out for longer, because his mind was plagued with thoughts of you under him.

especially after seeing you in your cute outfit today. he feared that you’d catch his eyes lingering too long on the exposed skin of your tummy, or trying to memorise the curve of your lush thighs in those jeans. hell, he could barely say anything to you on the drive to the mall, tongue running dry with you so close to him.

with a huff, he carefully stepped out of the shower; wrapping his fully white towel around his hips, and moving into his room. kicking the door closed behind him, he made his way towards his side table just in time for his phone to go off.

grabbing the device and waiting a second for the facial recognition to process; he was surprised to see it was an instagram notification from you. expecting another food porn post, he was dead wrong; with absolutely nothing that could’ve prepared him for what greeted his eyes.

“holy,” he collapsed onto his bed, holding his phone to his face. “fuck.”

you...you-

“fuck!” he growled out.

you’d sent him a photo in your new lingerie, albeit it was most likely by accident, but there you were modelling your new all-pink set. the one he had 'chosen’.

with your arms raised above your head, brushing your hair over your shoulders, the stretched out pose accentuated the curve of your breasts, almost spilling out from the strapped confines of your bra. could he even call it that? it was all studded belt straps and buckles, that matched the thick choker-collar around your lithe neck, and it was not helping his current situation. grazing his eyes lower, a thin belt was clipped around your waist, before a sliver of skin lead downwards to the skinny, almost sheer, material of your panties. it was high waisted, dipping behind your wide hips and the teasing curve of your ass. and then your thighs, fuck how he wanted his face to be squeezed between them. thigh-high stockings dug into your plush thighs, squished out from the way you were sitting on your rug.

leaning back onto his bed, iwa was tempted to check if his heart was still beating, if he was even breathing at this point. but he did check, and he was alive; and the blood circulating his body was currently flowing straight to his groin.

the sight of you, so fucking pretty in pink, was burned into his mind forever.

under his palms the prickling sensation spread across his fingers, itching to relieve himself. one hand trailed across the panes of his abdomen, while the other grabbed at his phone; though it almost went flying out of his hand when it started vibrating and your contact photo flashed on his screen.

“shit.” he cursed, clearing his throat and trying to even out his breathing. he accepted the call after a moment. “hello?”

“iwa?!” at the sound of your voice he could feel his dick twitch, and he clenched his teeth together; annoyed at himself. he needed to get a grip. “oh my god, iwa, i am so sorry!”

‘no, i’m sorry that i want to fuck you so bad right now.’ is what he wants to say. “it’s...fine, y/n.” is what he manages to get out.

he hears you chuckle a bit awkwardly on the other end of the line. “shit, i’m so embarrassed right now.” you confess. “i meant to send that to the girls…”

“you don’t have to be embarrassed.” if anyone was to embarrassed it was him. he’d spent months pining after you, and now here he was lying on his bed aching to touch himself to you, towel fisted in his free hand. “you’re beautiful, y/n.” at least that managed to come out right.

“thank you, iwa...i only realised what happened when i was about to send another showing the back!” you laughing at your antics fell deaf on his ears, when the thought of your ass seized control of his mind.

how often had he admired the shape of you the past few months. daydreaming of the way you’d feel in his big hands, silky skin dug into by his long fingers, cheeks jutting out between them. he wanted to hold your ass in the palms of his hands, squeeze and tease you...his hips buck up, grinding against the cotton of the towel and a loud groan escapes his mouth.

“oh- iwa? are you okay?” you asked him, so innocently. he couldn’t take it anymore.

“i’m good...i just- something’s come up,” he hissed out, glancing down at the red tip of his cock peeping up at him. “i’ll call you later.”

“oh, of course! sorry again iwa, hehe, i’ll delete the photo. talk soon!”

his eyes shut at the sound of your giggle, free hand already rubbing himself. “bye.”

ending the call and moving the phone away from his face, he stared at the photo again, thumb hovering over the ‘save’ option, before pressing yes. he’d keep it locked away just for him, a treasured piece of you in his gallery. starting to stroke himself to your perfect body, he waited for the notification that you had deleted the photo from the conversation.

but it never came, though he did, and the photo remained buried under new food posts sent from you.

yet it wasn’t til a few weeks after that iwa began to think that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t as much of an accident as you made it out to be.

© 2020 AIIWA. please do not copy, modify or repost my work.

[meltwonu]

4. “Don’t give me that look.”

18. “You’re in trouble now.”

19. “Take off your clothes.”

notes; dom!mingyu, dom!wonwoo, hybrid!reader, threesome, daddy!kink, sir!kink, degradation/name calling/dumbification, blowjobs, sprinkled in subspace, and a small side of hair pulling and size!kink ☠️🥴, also just as an fyi i’m not answering all of these in succession even tho i allowed anon to submit 3 asks with the same ceo!meanie au!! I’m just a wh0re for meanie so it is what it is dfhskd these are very self indulgent bc i would let them do their worst to me if they wanted kfjdhkd ☠️☠️☠️ HAPPY MONDAY! THIS IS PURE FILTH!!💕 Thank you for requesting! Enjoy!! 💕

“You’re in trouble now~”

Mingyu grins down at you from behind, watching as your fluffy ears twitch atop your head.

“But--but Jun s-said--”

“Ah, is that a disobedient little cumslut I hear talking?” Wonwoo drawls. “I could’ve sworn I said I didn’t want to hear a word from you ‘til I gave you permission to speak.”

You bite your bottom lip as you stand in between Mingyu and Wonwoo; both of them watching as your body already trembles just from standing in between their dominating forms. Mingyu’s fingers ghost across the small of your back, pushing you forward into Wonwoo who smirks at the way your pupils are already blown wide when your chest meets his.

“Now, if I’m not mistaken, Jun told you specifically that you were allowed into my office, correct?” Wonwoo uses his fingertips to tilt your head up even more; licking his lips when Mingyu cages you in from behind to keep you pinned in between them. “Speak.”

“Yes.”

This time it’s Mingyu, fingertips threading through your hair before slightly tugging on it until you whimper.  

“So, pray tell us, why exactly you were touching yourself in Wonwoo’s office when we never gave you permission for that, hmm?”

Your bottom lip quivers, brows furrowed when you stare right back into Wonwoo’s lust filled eyes.

“I--It smelled like you, d-daddy… ‘m so--sorry...”

Mingyu and Wonwoo share a look before their hands are sliding away from your body; confusion on your features when Wonwoo starts tinkering with the cuff links of his suit jacket.

“I want you to take off your clothes. And I want you on my bed, waiting for me and Mingyu in 5 minutes. Go.”

Neither of them ask, but considering how upset they both were with your actions, you take it upon yourself to get in position before they get into the room; knees digging into the bed with your arms crossed behind your back and your ass in the air.

Your face is planted into the sheets, thighs trembling as you inhale Wonwoo’s scent that floods your system.

They’d both been too busy to properly take care of you lately and you’d spent more time sitting in an empty office while they were at work than at home. They’d even put you on heat suppressants because of how little time they had and you were finding out just how much you really missed their touch.

“My, my, my what an obedient little cockwhore.” 

Mingyu’s voice has you jolting; soft whines spilling from your lips when you feel his warmth behind you on the bed. “Your dumb ‘lil pussy is already soaking, baby. I bet I can slide my cock right into your tight hole right now, huh?”

“S-sir, p-please… I--I need you and d-daddy so b-bad…” Your voice is muffled against the sheets; drool soaking into the fabric as you whine and moan.

“I know we haven’t had the time lately, sweetheart, but you know better than to touch yourself without our permission. And in my office, no less.” Wonwoo joins you and Mingyu on the bed, kneeling in front of you as you try your best to lift your head up.

Wonwoo threads a hand through your hair; fingertips massaging the base of your ears before you feel him tugging on your hair until you wince and plant your hands onto the sheets.

“Don’t give me that look. You probably knew what you were getting into, huh? Little cumslut. You knew we were finishing up our meeting and you knew I’d walk in on you with your fingers in that tight ‘lil cunt of yours. Crying out my name like a pathetic cock hungry slut. What if someone else walked in, hmm?”

You bite your lip, knowing that Wonwoo was 100% right.

“I’m s-sorry, d-daddy…”

Mingyu’s hand wraps around your tail, caressing it softly before he tugs on it harshly.

“Oh, baby, you’re gonna be.”

Your body rocks back and forth between Mingyu and Wonwoo; eyelashes wet with tears.

“This position suits you so well, baby. On your hands and knees for us like the obedient ‘lil slut you are.” Mingyu groans, watching as his cock only gets wetter and wetter with each snap of his hips.

“She’s not satisfied unless she’s stuffed full of cock. She needs both of us fucking her pussy and her mouth to get off.” Wonwoo smirks; fingertips massaging your scalp and ears as you choke and sputter around his cock. He shallowly thrusts his hips, watching as a tear slips down your cheek when you start to deepthroat him.

“Fuck, your mouth is so fuckin’ small but look at you taking all of my cock, sweetheart. Just how your little cunt is taking all of Mingyu too.”

The two males share a laugh; alternating their thrusts as you moan around Wonwoo’s cock and clench around Mingyu’s.

Your body fills with warmth as they both fuck you and despite knowing it would be a long night ahead, you were glad they had time for you today. Even if it was for misbehaving.

Mingyu angles his thrusts to graze against your g-spot and you quickly find yourself whining and shaking your hips as he growls and doubles his pace.

“Such a cock hungry slut. Your pussy is so tight around my fuckin’ cock.” He pauses, licking his lips. “Gonna fill you up with my cum so you can smell it on yourself for days ‘n know who fuckin’ owns your dumb pussy.” With each of his powerful thrusts, you feel yourself being nudged forward, taking more and more of Wonwoo’s cock down your throat until you’re gagging around him.

“Once Mingyu cums inside your pretty pussy, I’m gonna cum inside you too. Fill you to the brim with my cum and you best not let any of it spill. You wouldn’t want daddy to get mad again, would you?”

Wonwoo’s voice is soft yet dominating and has you whimpering around his cock as you feel your mind start to get hazy from the lack of oxygen and the harshness of Mingyu’s thrusts.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna c-cum…” Groaning, Mingyu wraps a hand around your fluffy tail again, this time using it as leverage as his thrusts start to lose their rhythm. Moaning around Wonwoo’s cock, your teary, hazy eyes look up at him to the best of your ability.

The said male tugs you by the hair, pulling you off of his cock as you sputter and catch your breath. He grins down at you, seeing your unfocused eyes blinking back the tears. “Is our cute ‘lil pup tired? You haven’t even cum yet. Not that you deserve it.”

Mingyu chuckles under his breath, “Will she even be able to cum tonight, hyung?”

“We’ll see. Depends on if she can behave or not.”

You let out a small whine when you feel Mingyu’s cock throbbing inside of your pussy and you’re quick to start fucking yourself on his cock as you meet his movements. “P--please cum inside, ah, of m-me, sir… I wa--want it, ngh, all…”

Wonwoo lets go of your hair and your head immediately rolls forward the second he pulls away. Your arms give out underneath you as well; face planting into the bed sheets as Mingyu chases his orgasm.

“F--fuck, take a-all of it!”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when Mingyu cums and you can feel the warmth pooling in your lower abdomen as he grinds against you, riding out his high. His grip on your tail tightens as you mewl and clench around his cock.

“Fuckin’ made to take cock, baby. You take me so well…” Mingyu groans, thrusting into you a few more times before you start to feel him pulling out of you.

“I can feel how tight your ‘lil cunt was around my cock, baby. I know you wanna cum so bad. You know we’ll let you if you just asked~” There’s a teasing lilt to Mingyu’s voice that has you whimpering in return, already too far gone and full of cum to even form proper sentences anymore.

He lets go of your tail and pushes you over until you’re on your back, head lolling to the side as he pries your legs apart. “I can already see my cum about to drip out of your pussy. But you heard Wonwoo, didn’t you?”

You nod, panting when you feel him being replaced between your legs with Wonwoo who wastes no time and positions the head of his cock at your entrance.

He bottoms out in a single thrust, using Mingyu’s cum and your wetness as lubrication as he starts a quick pace from the start.

“Dumb ‘lil pup can’t stand it when your holes aren’t filled with cock, huh? Can’t even leave you alone for a couple hours without you needing to have something inside of your pussy.” Wonwoo scoffs, eyes trained on your lips that part in soft breaths and moans and your eyes that can barely stay open as he fucks Mingyu’s cum deeper into your pussy.

“Did it feel good? Hmm? But I bet it wasn’t enough for you, huh? Your small fingers probably weren’t even enough to satisfy you, right? Only our fingers and cocks are enough to satisfy your fuckin’ holes.”

Mingyu laughs under his breath from the side, licking his lips when he notices the way your body tenses and the way you let out garbled noises.

“Fuck, hyung, I think you fucked her stupid. She can’t even talk properly ‘cause she’s so drunk off of your cock.”

Wonwoo grins, doubling his pace as he feels himself close to cumming. “I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. Gonna get you nice ‘n full of my cum just how you like it.”

Your pussy clenches around his cock and despite wanting to cum too, you do your best to try and stave it off for now. “Ah… p-please…” Wonwoo’s thrusts become erratic and you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you as he, too, unloads all of his cum inside of your tight, warm walls.

The two of you share a moan; thighs trembling around his waist.

“Hmm~ She really loves it when we cum inside her tight ‘lil cunt. Bet she’s been desperate for us to fill her up since we’ve been so busy.” Mingyu pouts down at you, fingertips already massaging your ears.

“N-no, sir, d--don’t! I’m sen--sensitive!” You cry, tears spilling down the side of your face as the combination of Mingyu’s soft touches mix in with Wonwoo still cumming inside of you. 

You let out a loud cry as your orgasm hits you hard; choked breaths and stuttered cries all you can manage as your walls flutter around Wonwoo’s cock and your back bows off of the bed. Your body buzzes with electricity and the lightheadedness makes you feel weightless as Wonwoo fucks you through your orgasm and you can’t stop the tears that freely fall when you realize just how much trouble you were in now.

“I don’t think we gave you permission to cum, sweetheart.”

Wonwoo’s voice is firm yet soft; threatening in a way you know he’s nowhere near finished with you.

Through the haze, you hear the ‘tsk’ that falls from Mingyu’s lips and it takes you a minute to even realize he wasn’t even on the bed anymore. “H--huh?”

The two share a look as Wonwoo stays between your legs; cock still inside of you as his blunt nails dig into the skin of your thighs.

“I just texted Jun and told him to cancel our 10AM tomorrow, hyung.” Mingyu rejoins you and Wonwoo on the bed, except this time his face is only centimetres from your own when he leans down.

“We have a disobedient ‘lil cumslut who just doubled her own punishment for tonight, right, Wonwoo-hyung?”

Wonwoo smirks, noting the way your body is still twitching and trembling underneath them when the remnants of your orgasm start to ebb away. He draws his hips back, eyes flitting down to watch his cock slide out from your spent pussy before thrusting all the way back in as you cry out loudly.

“He’s right, sweetheart. We haven’t even started your punishment and you already made it worse. Mingyu, can you please get the restraints and the blindfold from the closet, please.”

“Already on it, hyung~”

[haidyn-reeves]

I’ve Got You

Square: Cuddling Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 2352 Warnings: If cuddling Dean Winchester is a warning, then you’ve been warned. Lil’ bit of angst but lotta bit of fluff! Summary: When Dean loses control during a hunt, Y/N makes sure he knows he’s not alone. A/N: For @spnmixedbingo​ and @spnfluffbingo​!

Over the years, Y/N witnessed the many sides of Dean Winchester, but she wasn’t prepared to see him so torn up and uneasy now that he bore the Mark of Cain. He thought she didn’t notice the flinches, winces, and the grabs at his arm. It was no secret that the Mark was affecting him somehow. She heard him tossing and turning in the room next to hers at night, she saw the longing stares at the bottles of liquor. The Mark made him terrifying when he needed to be, but he was the most vulnerable when he was alone with his thoughts. Dean wanted to create space between them, he knew he could snap at any minute and the thought of hurting Y/N because of the Mark he asked for made him sick.

It was a particularly rough day. Dean lost control again during the hunt, leaving Sam and Y/N bewildered as they stared at the man, First Blade in his shaking hands. Y/N wanted nothing more than to run to his side, to wrap him in her arms and remind him that he was still the greatest man she knew, but the sight of the blade made her stomach turn. Dean had created so much distance between himself and his girl that she wasn’t even sure he’d welcome her embrace.

“Dean, drop the blade,” Sam urged, trying to remain calm so as not to alarm his brother.

“Dean, you’re okay. It’s over,” Y/N soothed, her voice shaking. Sam put his arm out to keep her behind him.

Dean began to come to, snapping out of whatever daze he was in. He blinked his eyes a few times, looking around the room at the slaughtered vampires and their victims. He looked down at his hands, seeing all the blood covering his skin and his clothes. He dropped the Blade as if it were on fire, burning his skin to the touch.

“Kick it over to me, Dean.”

Dean looked up at his brother, slowly getting to his feet and nudging the Blade in Sam’s direction with his foot, refusing to look at Y/N before leaving the warehouse and making his way to Baby. Sam shrugged off his flannel and bent down to pick up the Blade, wrapping it in his shirt.

“Sam, what do we do? He hasn’t had the Mark that long and it already has a hold on him.”

“For now, we keep this blade far away from him. Without the temptation of the blade maybe it’ll calm down enough for us to figure out a better plan.”

“How are we going to keep it from him? You know Dean, if he wants something, he gets it.”

“Leave it to me, for now let’s get him home and I’ll take care of it.”

Y/N nodded, following Sam out of the warehouse. They found Dean attempting to clean himself up, though he was still covered in now-dried blood and his skin was stained red. 

“Hey Dean, how about I drive and you try to get some rest. Y/N can sit up front with me and you can take the back seat to stretch out. We’ll be home soon and then you can clean up properly.”

As if still in a daze, Dean gave a brief nod before climbing into the back seat, passing the keys to Sam before making himself comfortable. Y/N sighed quietly, getting into the passenger’s seat beside Sam as he started the engine, driving them back to the Bunker.

The ride was quiet, Dean having passed out sooner than expected. Y/N was fighting sleep, too anxious about Dean to allow herself to rest. Her heart ached for the older hunter. Simply put, she missed him. She never expected him to ask for a break or space from their relationship. All she wanted to do was help him through this mess but all he wanted to do was keep her safe. He didn’t care that she trusted him with her life; he didn’t trust himself with it while bearing the Mark. 

When Baby pulled into the garage, Sam gently shook Dean awake, throwing his hands up in defense when his brother shot up alarmed. 

“Dean it’s just us, we’re home. Let’s get you inside, yeah?” Dean climbed out of the back seat and stormed into the Bunker, leaving Sam and Y/N to carry in the bags. 

“I guess he remembered what happened and now we have grumpy Dean.” Sam looked down at Y/N, giving her a sad smile.

“Listen, I know you two are on a little break, but I can’t comfort him the way you can, and I know my brother, and I know right now he’s hurting, he’s confused, and he’s upset with himself. He may not want to admit it but he does need you, way more than he’s ever let on.”

“I don’t want to disrespect his wishes, Sam.”

“I know, but I’m telling you, he needs you. Go on, I’ll grab the bags.” He gave her a gentle nudge in the Bunker door’s direction, chuckling as she made her way into the underground fortress.

Y/N followed the twists and turns of the hallway until she got to her bedroom, finding Dean’s door closed next to hers. She knocked on his door, turning the knob when she didn’t hear a response. The man was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor with his hands on his thighs.

“Dean…? Can I run you a bath? Help you clean up?”

“No,” he answered gruffly, still refusing to meet her eyes. 

“Dean, you asked for space. I’m giving you space, but I never agreed to not take care of you, especially when you need it. You take care of everyone else, let yourself be taken care of for once.” Dean didn’t budge and Y/N pursed her lips, going to his dresser and pulling out a henley and sweatpants. “You seem to have forgotten that I don’t take no for an answer, so let’s go.”

Dean rolled his eyes and got up, following Y/N to the bathroom down the hall. She handed him the clothes she picked out, stopping outside the bathroom door. “My aromatherapy body wash is under the sink if you’d like to use it. Always calms me down after a rough day. If you need anything, holler.” She watched him enter the bathroom before going back to her room to change into her pajamas and unpack her duffel. She finished getting ready for bed at the sink in the corner of her room, waiting to hear Dean come down the hall and enter his room. She had no idea how she was going to approach the situation, she just knew she needed to do something to make sure Dean knew he wasn’t alone in dealing with the Mark.

She was packing her duffel away when she heard Dean’s footsteps coming closer to her room before he entered his own. She gave him a few minutes to get settled, taking the time to handle her nerves. What the hell was she nervous about? This was Dean, her man, there was no reason to be this nervous. She took a deep breath before knocking on his bedroom door, hearing an agitated grunt as a response. She rolled her eyes and pushed the door open, finding Dean in the same position as earlier, sitting on the edge of his bed and staring at the floor. His damp hair was standing up in every direction, indicating he had run his fingers through it a ridiculous amount of times while he stewed in his irritation.

“Dean,” she sighed, closing the door behind her.

“Y/N,” he grunted, turning his head away from her. She shook her head, crossing the distance between the doorway and his bed. “Y/N, no-“

She ignored his protests, straddling his thighs and sitting down on his lap. When he refused to meet her gaze, she cupped his cheeks and gently turned his head, making his pretty olive eyes lock with hers. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he huffed, though it was easy to see that his guard was slowly crumbling down. Y/N smiled, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. She kissed his temple, resting her cheek against his as she held him, his body tense against hers.

“Dean, you can hug me back.”

“Don't wanna hurt you,” he mumbled, mostly talking into her shoulder.

“You won’t hurt me, and even if you do, you taught me how to defend myself. I could take you.”

“Not a chance.”

“Dean Winchester, if you don’t hug me back, I will tickle you. And don’t you dare say you aren’t ticklish, I’ve heard you squeal like a little girl if someone so much as pokes your side wrong.”

“Y/N you’re such a pain,” Dean huffed again, limply wrapping his arms around her waist.

“You can do better than that.” Dean rolled his eyes, tightening his hold on her. “I’m supposed to be your pain, Dean.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, his body starting to relax. He buried his face in her shoulder, Y/N rocking them from side to side carefully. 

“You don’t have to do this alone, Dee. Sam and I, we want to help you. Any way we can. And don’t you even try to say you can handle it on your own. I know you can, you’re the strongest man I know, but this? This isn’t something anyone should have to do alone, nor is it something you deserve.”

“Yes I do,” he whispered. “I’ve done terrible things-“

“Darling, the amount of good you’ve done surely outweighs anything bad you’ve ever done. You’ve saved so many lives, Dee. You stopped the apocalypse. You saved the literal world. You don’t deserve anything less than everything good this world has to offer. You’re not a bad person, Dean. I’m not just saying that. I genuinely believe your heart is good. None of us would be here without you.”

“I’m scared.” The words tasted foreign on his tongue. Dean was never one to discuss his feelings, not liking to be vulnerable. Y/N and Sam were the exceptions, he felt comfortable sharing some of his feelings with them, but he’d never told anyone he was scared before.

“It’s okay to be scared, Dean. It’s a scary Mark and a scary burden to bear. But you don’t have to face it alone.”

Dean squeezed his eyes shut, his grip continuing to tighten as he held onto Y/N, almost for dear life. He hated that he pushed her away to cope on his own and now he desperately wanted her back. He nudged his face further into the crook of her neck, his fingers squeezing the material of her pajama top.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, “I need you.”

“I’ve got you,” she pulled back slightly, kissing his forehead. “How about we lay down yeah? You need to get some sleep, babe.”

Dean nodded, letting go of Y/N so they could crawl into his bed. She scooted behind him, spooning him, Dean sinking back against her front. She reached for his right hand, interlocking their fingers and squeezing softly. She looked down at the Mark on his arm and cringed. “Does it hurt?”

“Feels like when you have pins and needles and sunburn all at the same time,” he winced. He pulled their interlocked fingers up to his chest, holding her hand over his heart tightly. Y/N smiled, dipping her head down to press a soft kiss to the back of his neck. He shuddered in her hold, smiling to himself as he tucked himself under her chin.

“I told you you’re ticklish,” she teased. 

“Felt nice though, made me relax.” Y/N smiled, nuzzling her nose at the back of his neck. “I love you, you know.”

“I know Dean, I love you, too. Every inch of your stubborn ass.”

“I was trying to be cute.”

“You don’t have to try, you just are,” she giggled. “But seriously, please don’t push me away, babe. I’m here for you, I’ve got you, always. I want to help in any way I can.”

Dean melted in her embrace, relaxing against her. “I just don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart. The Mark, it takes over sometimes and I don’t want you to be the one that gets hurt because of it.”

“Dean…I know you’re trying to protect me, and I appreciate that and love that about you…but maybe you need to let me and Sam try to protect you for a bit. Just until you get a handle on the Mark and learn to understand it better.”

Dean brought their interlocked hands from his chest to his lips, kissing the back of her hand before turning over in her arms to face her. “If it gets to be too much for you, I need you to promise me you’ll walk away.”

“Dean-“

“Y/N, I’m serious. If I agree to this, I need to know that when it gets too dangerous, you’ll be safe. Promise me.”

Y/N stared into Dean’s eyes, those pretty green orbs always able to say what he wouldn’t allow himself to voice out loud. The worry was evident, but the love was enough to make her heart stop in her chest. She knew she could never actually walk away from him when he needed her most, but if it made him feel better to hear her say it, she could give him that much.

“Y/N-“

“I promise, Dean.” She brushed her lips against his in a soft kiss, sealing the deal.

“Thank you,” he sighed with relief, pulling her impossibly closer. He showered her cheeks in kisses, making her squeal and squirm as his days-old scruff tickled her skin. “Missed this.”

“Missed you.”

“Well played,” he hummed, combing his fingers through her hair as she snuggled into his chest. “Remind me never to do that again.”

“Oh trust me, Winchester. I will.”

Tagging: @lyarr24​ @gia-25​ @waywardrose13​

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

For the Moots :) (pt. 2)

@fleurshopsub 😘

Sub!chrollo, dom!reader, pegging, a lil degradation (if you squint, it's just the first sentence), hair pulling, hisoka's a lil shit

"Not so big and bad now, are you sweetheart?" You asked,  smirking down at your boyfriend as you thrusted into him from behind. The statement made Chrollo smile with a light blush on his cheeks before his face scrunched up again when you slammed into his prostate.

"A-AH! O-oh- oh please! P-please let me cum! I'll be such a g-good boy for you- I promise!! Oh fuck~" You groaned at his words, tugging his head up by his hair, making him let out a high pitched whimper.

"Oh? Do you think you deserve it?" You giggled at his loud moans as he begged you for more, certain that the other troupe members could hear their boss getting destroyed through the thin walls. And right you were; all the members had a red blush on their face as they tried to busy themselves with something- anything! All but one. 

"I told you (Y/N) was a top," Hisoka's voice echoed through the room after a particularly loud moan from the room next door, "now you all owe me $20."

@astralsweetness 😍

Service top!wooseok, dom!reader, penetration, it's just soft 😔💔

You revelled in Wooseok's sweet whimpers as he thrusted into you at a leisurely pace. His face was buried in your neck, leaving soft kisses against the skin every few minutes while you whispered sweet nothings in his ear. It had been  a while since you'd seen each other, with all the work your boyfriend had been putting into both his career with Pentagon and his recent role in Convenience Store Fling it was hard to make the time. Now that he finally had a day off he wanted to show you how much he missed you. You let out another soft moan as he pushed your legs up to your chest, keeping his steady pace as he thrusted into you deeper. You brought your hand up to run your fingers through his hair while turning your head to the side to press a kiss against your boyfriend's temple. 

"I love you baby." You murmured, a smile splitting across your face as he moves his face from your shoulder to press his forehead against yours.You shared a small eskimo kiss as he smiled back at you with eyes shimmering full of love.

"I love you more."

@atiny127exo 🥰

Sub!seungwoo, dom!reader, seungwoo wears a collar, pet play, puppy!seungwoo (I'm doing this instead of the full fic cause I really need to finish up all my requests), pegging, he rides your strap

Your sweet puppy had been good for you all day so you let him choose his reward. That's how Seungwoo ended up sitting on your strap, thighs burning as he bounced and grinded on the toy as fast as he could with a leash attached to the collar around his neck. You smirked as a high pitched whimper left him, his grip on your shoulders tightening.

"Oh? Are you gonna cum for me pup? Make a mess like the sweet boy you are?" He could only whimper in response, thighs shaking as he weakly nodded his head. You gripped his hips and thrusted up to bring him to his orgasm faster. The small movement made his eyes roll back as he came all over both your torsos. You slowed down your movements, ready to pull him off of your cock until he fought against your grip, sinking down onto you again. 

"A-again! Ngh- wanna c-cum again! Please~" you smirked at him, tugging him closer by his leash to press your lips to his in a steamy kiss. He had been a good boy, so what's the harm in letting him have a little more fun?

@big-uwu-stan 💝

Juyeon fluff, he's such a cutie 😔💔

"AH!" Another screech sounded from Juyeon as he jumped into your arms. You guys were having a movie night with the boys and since it was Changmin's pick you were watching a horror movie. You couldn't remember exactly what is was called but it was pretty good. Juyeon, however, was obviously not as cool with the movie as you were. Eventually you offered to let him cuddle into you so you could protect him. At first he declined the offer, deeming it too embarrassing to need to be protected from a movie, but he quickly changed his mind when the next jump scare came up, making him jump into your lap with his blanket. You zoned out of the movie for a second, instead looking up at the beautiful boy on your lap. A smile graced your face as you took in his features. His nose was scrunched up as he whisper-yelled at the main character who had decided to hide in a very obvious location instead of running out to her car, a cute little focused glare on his face that was illuminated by the t.v screen. As he cuddled into your chest more with a quiet yelp, you wrapped your arms around him in a comforting embrace with one thought on your mind. There was nothing that could take Juyeon away from you, absolutely nothing.

@mellowriting 💜

Sub!hongjoong, dom!reader, public sex, pegging, wall sex

Another desperate moan flew past Hongjoong's lips as your cock rammed into him. His hand quickly slapped over his mouth as soon as the noise left at him, a distressed look in his eyes as they locked with yours. You only giggled at him.

"Be quiet baby. You don't want your members to hear their fearless leader getting pounded in the bathroom now, do you?" Your boyfriend let out a sob in response, biting his hand to try and quiet himself, though that proved to be easier said than done as you pushed him harder into the wall to thrust into him deeper as his legs trembled around your waist. You smiled lovingly at the far off look in his eyes as he got lost in the pleasure, knowing that in the next few minutes he would forget about how quiet he needed to be as you took over his mind. It was cute how hard he tried though.

[ye4gerismarchives]

the bachelorette chp 4, part 3: visiting jean’s mom

an: so, i decided i'd write the elimination in a separate chapter, one, just to mess with y'all and two, to give you time. i honestly think picking one of these three guys is really hard. obviously, i know who i want to win, but i look at the two other guys and i'm like 'oh, they would be good too!'. i like pulling at your heartstrings ;). i'll probably put together another q&a (depending on the numbers of questions i get) and once i do that, i'll wait for a day and then close the poll to start writing! anyways, let me stop sharing my thought process with yall and start your date with jean. link at the bottom!

tags: black, fem reader

tag list: @taybird

Bertholdt drove you back to the mansion and you texted Connie asking him to prepare something for you, Bertholdt. Jean and Connie to eat. And maybe a lil something for that brat Levi. Connie responded with an 'ok' and a smiley face.

The car ride home was silent. You felt awful for Bertholdt. You wondered how many silent post-hospital drives he's been through.

Once you got home, Bertholdt told you he wasn't very hungry and just wanted to lay down. You wanted to argue with him but Bertholdt needed space. You wish him good night before making your way to the kitchen.

Connie and Jean were chatting it up in the kitchen once you walked in. Connie was the one to announce your entrance. "Hey, y/n," he greets. Jean then turns around. "Hey, y/n. How is Bert holding up? I understand that visit was really hard."

"Thank you for asking, Jean. Bertie...well...he's just being human. His dad...it's really bad," you reply. You take a seat by Jean at the kitchen island. "The fact that he's been holding in for a while...it's crazy. I would have never thought he was in that situation. No wonder he was so stressed after that Porco got angry with him," Jean says. You raise an eyebrow at Jean. "Oh...after Porco got angry with him about you, Bert seemed sadder and more introverted than usual. He only really confided in Reiner, though," Jean explained.

"Ah, that makes sense. Poor Bertie."

Connie had made some garlic bread with ava ado toast and egg. You didn't expect that out of him but you all enjoyed it. You felt tired, so you told the guys you were ready to lay down. They wished you good night before diving into a conversation about...y'all i don't even know what men talk about 😐

The next morning, you woke up at the same time as you did for Connie's visit. Your final visit would be Jean's mom. She also lived far away from the mansion but Jean insisted that you could take your time. She would still be at her home. No nurses to rush you out or kids bugging their parents. You hoped this visit would be as peaceful as it sounded.

You were very hungry though. You didn't realize it last night about the whole Bertholdt thing and you only had those little stupid avocado things that Connie made. It was good but didn't feel you up. You decided you would take a bath and get ready for your visit later.

You crept downstairs, hoping not to wake anyone up. You didn't want Levi questioning you and you didn't want to stop and talk to the boys because you would probably have a day-long conversation and if that conversation was with Jean, you probably wouldn't see his mom.

You made a few turns and found yourself in the kitchen. And you weren't alone. Jean was leaning on the kitchen counter, sipping on some coffee that he had made. His eyebrows widened at your presence.

"Good morning," he greeted, "I didn't expect you to be up right now."

"Oh, I'm just hungry right now. Didn't eat much yesterday," you say. Jean places his coffee down on the table. "Would you like me to make you something?"

You were about to say yes but a greater idea came into mind. "Why don't we make something together? It would be fun and give you bonus points..." You wiggle your eyebrows when you say that last part. Jean let out a laugh. "Well, you're hungry and I can't let you starve. Us working together will make things faster...and those 'bonus points' would help a lot."

You walk towards Jean and his eyes remain on you. You find yourself wrapping his arms around his waist. It was just on-demand. Jean pulls you close and kisses your forehead. "What do you wanna make?"You think for a minute. "You know how to make (meal of your choice)?"

Whether Jean says yes or no is up to you. However, Jean is really good at following directions. If you need something, he'll get it. If you needed him to watch something, he watches it with intensity.

After a few minutes, the meal was ready and you both sat by the kitchen island and dug in. "I hope Connie doesn't wake up and butt into our breakfast," you joke. Jean let out a small laugh. "Connie's really nice. He hasn't shown me or anyone else any hostility during our time here."

"If you could say...who did you think was the worst person here?" you ask. Jean doesn't even have to wait to answer. "I'd have to Floch. Confidence is key but Floch just got disrespectful about it. Talking about how we should all go home and let him have you. And he was only here one night and everyone already had a bad vibe about him."

Your heart panged at that answer. "Thank you for telling me. I know everyone likes drama but Floch sounds...dangerous. I don't know what would have happened if he stayed." "Yeah, of course. Sorry if that made you uncomfortable," Jean said sheepishly. The discomfort must have been visible on your face. "No, don't apologize. I asked."

You continued to eat your breakfast and chat and hear about Jean's experience in the mansion so far.

After breakfast, you and Jean got ready for the day and finally decided to head out. Jean was starting his car when you decided to ask another question.

"I've never heard you talk about your dad. I've heard bits about your mom and you've mentioned her to the other guys but I never hear about your father. He isn't dead right? Is he sick? Like Bertholdt's?"

Jean is silent for a minute. "Oh...I don't really like talking about my dad, but you would have to know at some point."

"Oh, Jean...you don't have to. Don't worry about it."

He shakes his head. "It's fine. We were going to have this conversation pretty soon, so it doesn't matter."

Jean starts moving the car and when he's out on the road, he begins to talk.

"My dad has never been in my life. At this point, I don't know if he's dead or not. Sometimes I feel like he isn't my father. We did talk like once or twice when I was a kid and I was actually desperate to see him. But once I reached high school and started preparing for my adult life, I realized he wasn't worth it anymore. If my dad really wanted to be there for me, he would have reached out more often and let me know that things were hard on his end. I know everything I'm saying is being recorded and broadcasted, so if he ever sees me on TV, he can always hit me up. I just won't be naïve and stupid like I was the last time."

You immediately jump in after that last line. "Hey. You weren't naïve or stupid. He was stupid. You were a kid waiting on his dad. You had every right to wait for him, so don't insult yourself over him."

Deep down inside, you weren't sure if you wanted to meet Jean's dad...if he was alive. Jean didn't seem comfortable talking about him at all, so you shouldn't expect any visits or calls from that man. If you were to have kids and he popped up, that'd be hard to deal with. It would probably break Jean's heart to learn that his father would want to see his grandkids before even meeting the guy who helped make them.

Jean doesn't respond to what you said. Again, this was hard for him and he didn't even want to bring his father up in the first place, so you weren't upset.

You end up falling asleep in the car. Hours later, you wake up and Jean is parked in front of a bakery. He's on the phone. "Yeah, ma, we're here. Right in front of it, she's sleeping but we'll head inside....I miss you too...alright then, bye."

Jean hangs up and places the phone down. He jumps slightly when he realizes you're awake. "H-hey. I thought you were sleeping."

"Well, I was. Your mom is ready to see us?" You ask. "Yeah. She owns this bakery and decided to close completely today to meet you. I asked her if we could meet at home but she insisted that her bakery would be best. She's really proud of it," Jean explains. "Are we going to bake something?"

Jean laughs and shakes his head no. "Oh, no. My mom won't let you do any work in there, since you're a special guest. She put some things together if you want to eat something."

You imagined Jean's mother as someone who prioritized her future-in-law over her own son sometimes. It sounds overbearing but you thought this was a good thing. You wouldn't want an evil mother or father-in-law. If Jean were to cheat on you or hurt you, you knew she'd probably be on your side or hear both sides instead of immediately siding with her son.

You also wanted to assume that she was tough on Jean. Considering that she raised him herself, she had to do other things like work. To give herself some peace, she probably had a no-nonsense household- maybe why Jean was more like a puppy and wasn't as scandalous as the eliminated.

Jean got out of the car and helped you out. He didn't take your hand when directing you to the bakery but opened the door for you. Inside was a short, older woman, standing there with her hands clasped. The minute you stepped in, her excitement exploded. "Hi! Welcome! It's finally nice to meet you," she says. The older woman squeezes and you can't help but let out a chuckle...or a wheeze. "H-hey, mom. Maybe you should let her go," Jean steps in nervously. Jean's mom slowly lets go. "I'm sorry! I just got excited. Are you hungry?"

You shake your head. "No, Mrs. Kirstein. Jean actually helped me put together breakfast."

"Good, good. I'm glad he's being useful! And call me June. Come, sit, sit."

Jean's mom takes your hand and leads you to a small table and pulls open a chair for you. Jean quietly pulls a chair up by you. You start to worry about him because all the attention is on you, rather than the both of you.

"Can I get you something to drink?" June asks. "Some water would be nice," you answer. Your eye catches Jean's hand. You place your own on his and you feel him jump slightly. "Jean, would you like something too?"

"I-I'll take water too," Jean croaks. "Well, Jean, I'm sure you can serve yourself. I'm getting old, you know. Make sure you get a glass for y/n too."

Jean looks ready to argue back but he keeps his lips zipped. He carefully removes your hand from

his, gets up, and heads over to the back of the bakery.

You watch Jean do all of this and then finally turn away so that you can give June all your attention. "Please tell me he's been good to you," she starts. You weren't expecting this question but considers why she's asking. "Yes, Jean is...amazing. He's always coming to my defense. Which I shouldn't be surprised by, he is a lawyer."

June sighs in relief. "I hope he stays that way. He told you...about our situation right?" You nod. "It's unfortunate that his father did that to the both of you. If Jean does get married to me, I hope he doesn't pop out of anywhere. Jean's a good guy but I'm not too sure how he'll react to something like that." June let's our a small hum.

"Have you been watching the show?" you ask. "A little. I work, so it's hard to catch up on what's going on. Sometimes I'll read articles and Jean will text me to let me know if he didn't get eliminated. I was a little concerned about him doing the show because nothing is guaranteed."

"Hm...is he cocky about this whole thing? Does he really think he can get me?"

June thinks for a moment. "I can't say cocky but there's nothing wrong with a little confidence. Jean is handsome, he has a good job, he's smart- and he knows that. He believed those would be good reasons for you to like him. But...he does get bashful sometimes. He doesn't want all the attention on him and for people to view him in the wrong way. The fact that he had a mirror in his pocket on the first night was interesting to me. He's never done anything like that before."

You open your mouth but Jean enters once more. He places three water bottles on the table. "Sorry for taking too long. Ma, I'll replace the waters. Don't worry about it," he says. June shakes her head. "Don't worry about it, Jean. We have plenty of water."

"So, have you two discussed wedding plans? Anything for the future?" June suddenly asks. You look at Jean, who looks like his stomach was doing the chacha slide or sum. "M-mom-!"

"Well, we haven't reached that point because we don't know if he's staying or not but I'd like a really elegant wedding. I know we'll have a live-streamed wedding but I'd like to have a private wedding too. That would be nice right?" you cut in. Jean nods in agreement.

"What about kids? I read somewhere that you wanted a family," you tease. Jean's face reddened. "W-well...um...yeah...two would be nice. A girl and b-boy maybe?"

"See? We have a plan," you say with a wide smile. You could imagine Jean as a cautious dad but he still knew how to have fun with his kids. After long days at work, he'd cuddle with them and put them to sleep for you. When the kids are asleep, he'll check on you and make sure you had something to eat. He'd probably make sure to schedule regular date nights and family vacations. He'll have photos of you and the kids and maybe a few bandages in a wallet. Obviously, you would both be in the public eye once in a while but he would make things feel normal.

"I think you two would have beautiful kids. I do hope Jean gets picked. But your two other guys are good too. Bertholdt is absolutely adorable and Connie seems like he knows what he's doing. I don't know how you're ever going to choose. I can't imagine being your situation," June says.

"Wow, thanks for having my back mom," Jean says jokingly. "But if not me, pick Connie. He's a good person."

"Oh, Jean, don't do that to yourself. You're lovely." You cup his cheek and his reddened face returns.

Jean's mom starts talking about Jean when he was a kid- how he was such a big softie and a great helper,  how he was popular in high school but still to himself, and all the girlfriends and boyfriends that she didn't like.

It was getting late. Jean's mom offered you her home but Jean stopped her before she could ask. You didn't question why he didn't want to stay at her home but still wondered why. You said your goodbyes, watched her lock the bakery, and drive off. Jean helps you into his car and gets into the drivers' seat.

"You know why she wanted to you go home with her?" he asks.

You shake your head no. "There's only one bed. A twin size bed," Jean says as he starts the car. You let out a chuckle. "Connie's parents tried that with us except Connie had a bigger bed."

Jean looks over at you. "Oh...I should have probably taken her offer."

"Connie and I didn't do anything that night...maybe you could give me a sample of what you can do. It'll help me decide."

Jean didn't hesitate to lean over and cup your cheek. He went in first. Jean was gentle and careful with your lips. You soon gave in and wrapped a hand on his wrist. When things started to get hot, you pulled away. "Didn't expect you to be that gentle...You really want me, huh?"

"Yeah," Jean says scratching his neck. "You're pretty rough... you have experience?"

Whether you say yes or no is up to you.

Jean smiles at your answer and starts driving. You try to fall asleep but it's so hard. All you can see is Bertholdt, Connie, and Jean at the next elimination. You wished Eren or Onyankopon did stupid stuff later on and were a part of the final three so that this could be easier.

Hours later, Jean reaches the mansion. He thinks you're still asleep. He doesn't want to wake you up. So what does he do? Jean opens the passenger door and scoops you up in his arms. Your heart jumps. You hope it's dark enough outside so that he can't see the small smile you're trying not to crack.

It doesn't Jean long to get to the door and ring the doorbell. He must be really strong. The door opens and he's greeted by Connie.

"You need help with that man?"

"Um...no...I think I'll get her up there. But you could get her purse from my car though. She'll probably wonder where that is."

Connie probably gave him a non-verbal response since there was just silence after that. Jean got you up the stairs and struggled with your bedroom door but he got in within ten minutes. Jean turns on your lights, places you on the bed, and removes your shoes. He steps away but you hear ripping sounds proceeding by scribbling. You can hear Jean turning off your lights and closing the door behind him as he leaves. Your eyes flick open and you wait a few moments. You turn on the light on your bed stand to see the note Jean wrote you.

'Wasn't sure what to do with your clothes. It's not my place to decide that- at least not yet. But I hope you slept comfortably.'

You smile softly at the note. It was definitely something he would say.

i use YOUR opinions to not only put together dates but to put together personalities. if y’all say you hate bertholdt, i’ll work my magic to mess with y’all :) anyways here’s the link! ask good questions. this is the last time you’ll see bertholdt, jean, OR connie. vote and ask wisely

[twordytings]

Christmas Chronicles

Word Count: 2,148

Ah... Christmas Eve... the day before Christmas but also the most tempting day to peek at presents. Well, maybe just for you.

AN~ MERRY CHRISTMAS!! I don’t even celebrate but I just wanted to give a lil gift for everyone who’s taken the time to follow me, like any of my posts, or just shown any kind of support towards me or my blog. I came into this not expecting even half of the love that I’ve gotten, and I just wanted to say thank you so much. Hope you enjoy the fic:))

It was the morning of Christmas Eve, and all of the Avengers were gathered at the compound to finally take a bit of a break. None of them were planning on celebrating the holidays; it was something they didn’t think was important, not to mention there was never any motivation to celebrate. But being Peter’s best friend and all, you were practically family to all of them, and you were gonna make sure they celebrated Christmas if it was the last thing you did. So, as you sat on the living room couch, snuggled up with a blanket, you had a tender feeling inside of you knowing that all these Christmas decorations and the giant Christmas tree (not to mention the plethora of presents underneath) in the corner of the room were up because of you. Light shining ever so bright into the room making it feel so cozy, even though it was bitterly cold outside.

Natasha came into the room looking confused as ever, “Y/n, have you seen the wrapping paper with all those kittens on it? I’ve been looking everywhere but I can’t find it.” You were so surprised that Natasha, of everybody would be celebrating the holidays, but you weren’t complaining.

“Umm it’s probably in the storage room next to the elevator.”

“Ok thanks!” and she was off.

Just then Steve barged in. “Y/n. Where. Are. The bows. You know, the sticky ones that you can just slap on and call it a day?”

“They’re definitely in the attic.” It was Steve, so of course you had to mess with him a bit.

“Cool. Thanks.” Right about when Steve left, Tony came in. (With his Santa onesie on, of course)

“Let me guess, you either need wrapping paper, bows, or ribbon.”

“Nope. Just a cup of coffee.”

“Thank go-“ just then there was a loud crash.

“WHAT WAS THAT!?”

“Just Steve.” you said with a chuckle.

“Oh ok. For a second there I thought it was someone important.”

You were both laughing your heads off as Steve came in walking heavy like a giant, covered head to toe in dust and debris.

“They weren’t... in... the attic” Steve said with a furious look on his face.

You threw a pillow at him as a form of defense, but obviously he didn’t find it funny since all he did was catch it and throw it beside him. You got another one ready to throw at him but before you could he said, “Throw a pillow at me again and see what happens.” You immediately put your hands up in surrender since you didn’t feel like being attacked at that very moment.

***

It was about eleven o’clock now and you were snuggled up in your sleeping bag but you weren’t going to sleep just yet. You were staying over at the compound for Christmas this year since your parents were out of town and wouldn’t make it back for Christmas. You were really upset at first but you were happy that you practically had two families: your real parents and the Avengers. You wondered what everyone got you. Could it be a new fluffy blanket? Slippers? A phone? Thinking about about all the possibilities made you extremely impatient, so you thought up a plan. While everyone was sleeping, you’d quietly tiptoe downstairs and give a little peek at what everyone got you. Then, you would go back upstairs as if you’d been sleeping the entire time. Perfect idea, right? Wrong But if you were gonna do it, you didn’t want to do it alone. So of course, being your best friend, you asked Peter to come along for the adventure. “Hey Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve articulated a master plan to do something extremely awesome! Are you in?”

“Your gonna look at what everyone got you when they all fall asleep, aren’t you?” You were in awe. How’d he know?

“How’d you know?!”

“You’re kinda my best friend y/n. Sometimes I think I know you too well.”

“Alright well are you in?”

“Nope. You’re gonna have to do your dirty deed without me this time. If anyone finds out we’ll be done for.”

“Awww c’mon. No one’s gonna find out. Please?”

“Goodnight y/n.” Peter said as he ignored your pleas. You’d guessed you had to do it alone this time.

***

It had been a good hour until you were sure everyone was sleeping. Waiting for the entire compound to be quiet was agonizing, and you obviously weren’t a very patient person considering the fact that you thought up an entire plan to sneak a peek at your Christmas presents. You made sure to bring your phone for its flashlight so that you wouldn’t bump into anything, and so the plan began.

You first very carefully pulled off your sleeping bag to leave Peter’s room and made your way downstairs. As you left his room, you saw that everyone’s doors were closed except for Tony’s, but you weren’t worried since Tony was a pretty heavy sleeper. Little did you know that Tony checks the security cameras every morning, so even if no one saw you now, Tony would find everything out as soon as he woke up.

You made it all the way downstairs to the beautifully lit up tree, and took a look at all of your presents. You were so happy! You’d gotten the best presents including that fluffy blanket and pair of slippers you pondered about receiving. You were satisfied with what you saw so you made your way back upstairs and went straight to sleep, as if nothing had happened.

***

Christmas morning came and you immediately got up and shook Peter awake. “PETER PETER GET UP! IT’S CHRISTMAS!”

“Ugh just five more minutes!” he said groggily and went back to sleep. Drastic times called for drastic measures so you stood up on his bed and began to jump up and down as crazily as you could so that he would get up.

“PETER! GET! UP!”

“OK OK IM UP.”

“Good.” You made your way to Steve’s room and instead of jumping on his bed, you screamed in his ear, which probably wasn’t the best idea. “STEEEEEVE IT’S CHRISTMAAAAAS!”

“AAAAAH- oof.” He had fallen of his bed during your effort to wake him. But he was awake so you put your hands on your hips in satisfaction. You then eventually woke everybody else up including Natasha, Bucky, Clint, Sam, and Bruce and as of now were all brushing their teeth and getting ready for present opening. You were already ready so you hopped downstairs with the biggest grin on your face, knowing that today would be a great day.

You got to the last few steps and saw Tony at the bottom. “Good morning Tony!” you said as you gave him a big hug. Again, he saw what you did last night, and he had most definitely not forgotten.

“Good morning!” he hugged you back. “Did you wanna tell me anything?”

“Uhhh no? What do you mean?” There was no way he could’ve known, or could he have?

“I mean did you wanna talk about how you snuck out of your room in the middle of the night to look at all your presents?” Busted.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” you said innocently as you could with your crossed your arms over your chest.

“Oho really?”

“Hey y/n! Hey Tony! Merry Christmas!” Peter came down to greet you both.

“Merry Christmas Peter! You wouldn’t happen to know about y/n’s little doing last night, would you?” Peter looked at you in total surprise. He was terrible at keeping secrets, and if this one slipped, you didn’t even want to think about what would happen.

“Uhm...” you gave him a serious look. “of course not! I... uh... was... sleeping! Yeah I was really tired and... sleeping.”

“Sorry kid but you’re a terrible liar. And I didn’t even need you to tell me. I looked at the security cameras from last night and they showed me everything.” He had the most evil smile on his face. You silently cursed yourself since you should’ve known he checks the cameras.

“Y/n. You should run.” Peter said seriously. You would thank him for that later since you were in the midst of escaping for your life.

“Get back here!”

“No way! You’re gonna kill me!” you said while running. Tony could’ve easily caught you by now, but he wanted to let you enjoy the upper hand for a little while.

You had now ran around the stair case about five times, through the kitchen once, and almost ran straight into the fireplace at one point. But you knew that Tony catching you was inevitable. You thought running into one of the rooms was the best idea. Maybe you could lock yourself in there and Tony would forget about everything. But just as you thought you were about to get away you ran straight into Steve. “Steve! Help! Tony’s gonna kill me!”

“Well Merry Christmas to you too y/n. What’d you do this time?” Before you could say a word Tony grabbed from behind and threw you over his shoulder.

“Gotcha.”

“Would someone like to explain to me what happened?” Steve said.

“Well, someone...” Tony said as he poked your stomach. “decided to sneak downstairs and peek at her presents last night.”

“Y/N!” Steve gasped dramatically, “How could you!?”

“Steve, I believe we should handle this in a civilized manner, don’t you?” Tony gave Steve a knowing look.

“But of course. I’ll help!” Tony brought you over to the couch and straddled your waist. Steve took the pleasure of holding your arms. So frankly, you were screwed.

“Ihihim sohohorry!”

“You don’t think you’ll get away with it that easy, do you?” Tony said.

“Steeheheeve pleehease!”

“No can do y/n. If anything, you deserve this.”

“What?! How? All I di- AHHAHAHAHAHHA TOHOHONY STAHAAP!” Tony wasted no time in tickling you to pieces. It felt like a billion ravenous spiders were crawling all over you. Not to mention Steve was also tickling your underarms, and there was no way of escaping. All you could do was stay along for the ride.

“You should’ve thought about this before sneaking around y/n.” You couldn’t even hear what Tony was saying over your own laughs. Just then, Bucky came into the room.

“Hey what’s going on here?”

“Oh hey Bucky!” Steve said. “We were just tickling the crap out of y/n! Wanna help?”

“Uh, yea!”

“NONONONONONOOOO!”

“Aw what’s wrong y/n? Afraid of a little tickling?” Bucky said as he switched places with Tony.

“I’m gonna go make a cup of coffee, anybody want one?” Both Steve and Bucky exclaimed a, “Me!” and continued with their attack.

“Now, where should I start?”

“NOWHERE!” you screamed.

“Y/n, that’s not very nice. We’re only trying to show you that what you did was wrong.” Steve said.

“By tickling me?!”

“Exactly! Now you’re catching on.” You were so furious so you stuck your tongue out at him. He obviously didn’t like that.

“Bucky. Go for her sides. She hates it.” Steve said as he grinned mischievously at you.

“Aye aye, captain!” Bucky’s fingertips instantly made contact with your sides and you couldn’t contain yourself. You were shaking your head, thrashing you legs every which way just in case there was a chance to get out of your predicament. Unfortunately, there wasn’t.

“BUHUHUCKY DOHOHONT!”

“Don’t what?”

“TIHIHICKLE MEEEHEHEHE!”

“I’m so glad you asked!” Bucky said in excitement.

“NOHOHOOOHO THAHATS NOOHOT WHAT IHIHI- AHAHAHAHA!”

“That’s not what you... what? Sorry I couldn’t hear you. Can you speak up a bit?” Bucky said as he paused his attack. Steve on the other hand was still tickling your underarms.

“Ihihi sahaid thahats noohot whahahat I meheheant.” Steve finally paused his fingers.

Steve wasn’t tickling you anymore but he was still holding your arms just in case you tried to get away. “Are you sorry about what you did?” He said as his face was no more than an inch away from yours.

“YEHES!” you said as residual giggles poured out of you.

“And are you going to do something sneaky like that again?”

“NO! Now can you let me go?!”

“What’s the magic word?”

“PLEASE!”

“Ok. Bucky. Release.” Bucky hesitated to get off but he did eventually and offered you a hug but you denied.

“Meany.” Bucky said with a frown as he walked away. Tony then came over and handed you a cup of hot chocolate as everyone else came downstairs.

“Merry Christmas Munchkin.” He said as he sat down and put an arm around you.

“Merry Christmas Tony.” you said with a huge smile on your face.

You’d realized that day that it was never about the presents on Christmas. It was about who you spent it with, and you didn’t want to be spending it with anyone else.

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

sprung spring | take you home; adam page [m]

Prompt Used:

  “I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.” + comfort sex + drunk sloppy sex + “Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.” + A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond. + needy/clingy sex

Notes: 

Okay, so… I have literally… Never… used my given name in a work of fiction before and… ya girl found out it’s hard to write dirty things when the OC has your name. Pure self indulgent smut because fuckkit yolo, I needed this. Some of the dialogue prompted above was changed to reflect the situation these two were placed in, fyi. This is mature content, so nobody under 18+ up in these parts. Also, I owe a serious hug to @heelsamizayn​ & @wrestlingismyguiltypleasure​ because no matter how many times I whined and bitched and got all squirmy whilst writing this, they really kept me going and I love them for that.

Warnings: 

alcohol tw ( it’s the OC this time), clingy unprotected sex, sawwwft!Adam, lots of teasing (and hopefully tension, I was  really trying to play at heightening that here) and yeahhh.. It’s tame. I promise ya’ll… I’m going to write actual harder / filthier prompts, I just… had a mighty need. Anyway, that’s all the warnings.

Pairing: 

Adam Hangman Page x OFC, Ashley

Ashley narrowed her eyes at the bottle before glancing up at Shane and shaking her head. “I-I’m good.”

“Aw, c’mon hon. It’s just a little drink.” Shane was stepping closer, right in her space all over again. He’d been plying her with drinks and trying to get her to dance or talk to him -or the most annoying request he’d made so far, “Smile, darlin. Ya look prettier when ya do.” and it was starting to rub him the wrong way, the way she kept resisting. She could almost feel it radiating off of him.

Ashley was at that state of drunk where it was more annoying than endearing and now that it seemed to be irritating him that she wouldn’t just give in, it only gave her all the more reason to resist. It wasn’t as if it wasn’t almost cringe inducingly clear what the asshole thought he was doing and she just wasn’t having it.

At all.

Not even slightly.

Rather than even partially entertain his offer for another drink or to go dance with him, Ashley sighed and rolled her eyes in sheer boredom, taking the drink and taking a sip as she scrolled through her contacts list.

As usual, she hovered over Adam’s number in her phone and that loneliness crept in all over again. More pronounced. More tinged with regret.

She found herself missing him so much that before she even realized it, she’d pulled up the text bubble from their last text conversation and she found herself grimacing at the date.

Had they really not spoken at all in nearly 3 weeks?

And then Ashley found herself going back over the last time they had spoken face to face. Before she realized the true depths of her feelings and Adam drunkenly tried to kiss her and in a blind panic, she’d backed away.

Not because she hadn’t wanted him to kiss her, but because she’d been afraid of what might happen if he did kiss her.

And now, Ashley thought bitterly, hugging herself a little as the thought came, I’m lucky to get a Hi, how are you over text out of him..

With a sigh, she finished scanning their last brief text conversation and then, when Shane cleared his throat impatiently, she remembered that apparently, this guy expected her to pay all her attention to him and she put her phone down. Biting her lip, she settled warm brown eyes on the other man.

“I asked ya if you wanted to dance, darlin. They’re kinda playin our song.” Shane chuckled, holding out his hand. When she started to shake her head no, he gave her a sort of put off glare and muttered something to himself about tonight being a complete waste. All his buddies told him not to walk over and try talking to her; they all told him she was bound tighter than molasses from the knees down and every single night she’d come in this week so far, she’d managed to shoot down anyone who thought they might possibly stand a chance of takin her home. I clearly should’ve listened, Shane found himself thinking, because now I’m out fifty bucks and she looks more annoyed with me each second that passes and that real gorgeous chick I know I coulda won over left an hour ago with Greg.

“W-we don’t have a s-song?” Ashley’s brow quirked and she shook her head, holding up her glass. “I-i’m good, actually.” Ashley muttered as she took a long sip.

Moron, do you seriously think I want to dance to this song… with you? Because no. Ashley thought to herself as she glanced around the crowded bar, face falling when she remembered that Adam wasn’t in town right now, he was on the road. When Ashley realized what Shane had just muttered about the night being a total waste, she mildly shrugged. “I-i don’t r-recall askin y-you t-to come up n’ t-try pourin the booze to me, either. Play s-stupid games, w-win stupid p-prizes.”

As Shane grumbled “Fine, suit yourself, darlin. Don’t come lookin for me when it’s late and you can’t find a ride home.” and made his way onto his next target, Ashley let out a long and deep breath, blowing at dark bangs as they flopped right into her eyes, laughing off Shane’s words.

She went back to her phone, scrolling through her contacts.

“Maybe Shayna’s up.” Ashley mused to herself as she pulled up what she thought was a text conversation she’d been having with her friend earlier in the day while they were both stuck in their office working through lunch.

What she didn’t realize -and wouldn’t just yet, was that she hadn’t texted Shayna at all.

She’d texted Adam… The subject of the earlier conversation.

→ First of all, pretty sure I just completely eviscerated this one guy’s poor ego. *eye roll*. Guess whose NOT having the sex right now bc she gets mouthy when she drinks?

→ This bitch, that’s whomst. In my defense, he was the one who kept pouring the drinks to me. I just took ‘em. You know me, guy stood about as much a chance as… Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I chased him off. Like usual when we’re out at this bar.

→ But seriously though.. Maybe it’s the alcohol and the fact that I’m lonely and I’m salty because I’m not getting cuddles rn like youuuuu but…

→ Okay, u were right earlier.

→ It’s late and I’m drunk, otherwise I’d never say that. Maybe a little lonely too. Enjoy your shallow victory and the sex you’re probably getting rn, lmao. ILY Shayna!

→ I know ur probably busy with Samuel - sexy times and all that but… You win. You’re right.

→ I love him and god… I miss him so much it’s making me an even bigger bitch lately, so.. Sorry for that I guess. I wish I’d just… Kissed him back. Climbed him like an actual tree, giant he is… Shoved him against the wall, tangled my fingers in that hair and tugged his mouth against mine. Maybe even rubbed myself against him a lil bit too, just to see if that yummy cologne he wears all the time rubs off. At least then I’d… Well, I sure as shit wouldn’t be sitting here, shooting down pushy douchebag assholes and drinking alone.

→ Anyway, have your moment. I love Adam Page. I always have and it scares the living hell out of me. You were right. Now there’s only one problem… How do I make the big idiot answer my calls?!?

→ don’t answer that rn. Tomorrow… When drunk Ashley isn’t out and doing dumb shit and can think clearly.

→ Okay, no… answer meeee… I just… I need to know what to do here? Pls. I beg of you. If you don’t answer me, I swear to God, I’m gonna wind up drunk dialing.. >.>

–

The cell phone was going batshit crazy on the bathroom counter and Adam mostly ignored it in favor of soaking under a long hot shower. It had been a long drive; made longer by the fact that he was all beaten and banged up from the past few shows but trying to soldier through as usual. Parts of him admittedly ignored the phone because he thought it was most likely one of three people and none of them he wanted to talk to right now.

No, Adam thought to himself, the one I wanna talk to more than anything I can’t talk to now… He sighed as he thought about the way he got too drunk; out of control. He’d tried to kiss her that night and just the sheer look of panic in big brown eyes right before she bolted the hell away in a hurry had been more than enough to make him realize where he stood.

He couldn’t face her after that either, so he’d been keeping a low profile. Trying to distance from… his actions.

Just thinking about it had him both cringing and feeling that raw surge of pain he felt that night all over again, fresh as ever.

She hadn’t texted him or tried calling either, so that only further confirmed his suspicions. And now, Adam thought to himself as the phone buzzed one last time and he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist after drying off his face, you lost your best friend. The one you could talk to about anything. You messed that up. Being a jerk that night and coming on way too strong.

He picked up his cell phone only halfway glancing at it at first. But when he actually read all the messages, he wound up dropping the phone on the bathroom tiles with a quiet thud. Then he stood there, trying to get his head around everything he’d just read, all the texts from Ashley to what she apparently thought was her best friend Shayna.

About him.

He took several deep breaths and then got himself at least partially together before even attempting to answer the barrage of texts.

← Where are you?

← Are you drunk right now?

At re-reading that her shooting down men when she went out with Shayna was apparently a common thing, Adam let out a few shakier breaths and bit his lip, raising a hand to his head and dragging thick digits through damp hair as he let it sink in.

Blue eyes scanned the next message after hitting send.

← Nevermind, screw it.

← I’ll be there in 10.

← And me and  you? We’re gonna have ourselves a serious talk.

After throwing back on the jeans and tee shirt he’d had on before showering, he grabbed his keys and headed out. He knew the bar she always went to because they’d hung out there on more than one occasion.

“Bastard who was pourin the drinks to her better hope he’s long gone when I get there.” Adam muttered as protective urges reared their head and he found himself more than a little worried. Ashley wasn’t a drinker by any stretch of the imagination. And given the rambling in the texts she thought she’d sent to Shayna just now, it was.. A safe guess that she was at least two thirds of the way to being too drunk to function.

And it had him more than a little concerned because he knew how the guys at this particular bar got when they saw a pretty girl sitting there, drinking alone. His grip tightened on the wheel as he sped towards the bar in question.

When he was in the parking lot, he tried to call her cell phone but it went straight to voicemail. Without wasting any time, Adam killed the engine to his truck and got out, hurrying into the bar, blue eyes darting around all over as he tried to pick her out in the crowd.

Maybe she hadn’t left yet. God, he could only hope.

–

“I-i’m gonna stop you right there. Just because I-i’m a lil tipsy right now..” Ashley stared up at the man who’d taken the seat next to her at the bar after Shane vacated in a hurry earlier. “Don’t mean I want any part of y-you.”

“Aw, c’mon darlin. Pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be sittin here, drinkin all alone. C’mon.”

“I’d a-actually prefer it, if you w-want the honest G-god’s truth.” Ashley waved over the bartender, signalling for more bourbon in her glass. She fixed her eyes on the man and raised the glass to her lips. “Thanks f-for the drink though.”

Before the guy even got a chance to respond, a throat cleared loud; almost protectively, from behind the two. Ashley didn’t even have to turn around to know exactly who was standing behind her, but what she was having trouble grasping in her tipsy state, was what exactly Adam was doing here now.

“Just do yourself a favor and leave, buddy.” Adam stared down the man intently, arms folded over his chest, moving to step closer to Ashley’s stool, lightly pressing against her from behind.

“Adam? W-what the hell?” Ashley drawled, turning on her stool almost immediately, brown eyes locking on him with a questioning gaze. “I… y-you w-weren’t home.” she could feel herself starting to sober up just a little at his sudden appearance. She frowned a little, shook her head sadly.

Adam moved to step between her legs and he leaned in and down, brushing his lips against her own as he muttered quietly and firmly, “Kiss me.” catching her chin with his finger curled beneath it just when she went to look down. “My eyes and mouth are right here, darlin.” Adam coaxed, gazing at her mouth intently.

“K-kiss me, he s-says.” Ashley drawled, biting her lip, staring right back at his mouth just as intently as he stared at hers.

Her hand raised, resting across the back of his neck, fingers tangling in and tugging his hair free from the bun he’d thrown it into, threading through it once she had. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer and her other hand curled in the front of his tee shirt, tugging his mouth down to her level a little better. Once she’d done that, her lips trailed lazily over his mouth, tracing the shape of his lips, making him give a quiet groan and his eyes flutter open and closed. By the time her tongue was slipping past his teeth, his tongue was fighting against it for complete control of the kiss and he’d leaned into her so much that her back was right up against the edge of the bar. His teeth scraped at her lower lip as the kiss deepened, both of them panting for their next breath and dizzy from it.

His hands slid beneath her ass and he scooped her up, not bothering to break the kiss just yet or untangle her from his body. Her legs squeezed his waist harder and she rubbed against him more than a little. Once they were out in the parking lot again, Adam stopped, sitting her on the railing around an outdoor sitting area, pulling her into another deep and almost bruising kiss.

“I-I was just… about to l-leave. Walk.”

Adam chuckled and shook his head no, nodding to his truck. “I’d feel much better if you’d let me take you home, darlin.”

Ashley eyed him, hints of a pout on her lips. “Y-you s-stopped e-even t-talkin to m-me.” she sighed and shook her head sadly, muttering under her breath, “I-it is m-my fault.” and Adam tilted her chin to make her meet his gaze when she looked down, shaking his head. “It’s not, darlin. Not at all.”

“I-I fucking r-ran. S-seriously?” Ashley whined, her legs squeezing at his waist as she wrapped them around him all over again, staring at his chest for a few seconds, blowing out an exasperated breath, because the more she thought about her choice to run the night he finally kissed her, the more it did truly exasperate her. Of all the times to panic… It had to be then. The worst possible one.

Adam chuckled and leaned down, muttering softly against her mouth, “If it makes you feel any better, darlin.. You made up for it. And it drove me crazy, not talkin to ya.”

“G-good.” Ashley giggled and poked out her tongue as she looked at him. “B-because it m-made m-me really cranky. H-holy s-shit, so cranky.” she giggled again, making Adam laugh and scoop her up into his arms, making his way towards the truck. “I know.”

“H-how?” Ashley’s brow raised as she stared up at him, resting her head against his shoulder. “I-I literally o-only told Shayna…”

“You texted the wrong person, actually.” Adam teased as he unlocked his truck, sitting her into the passenger seat. Ashley’s mouth opened and closed and she palmed her face, groaning in sheer embarrassment while laughing softly.

Adam got into the truck, starting the engine and Ashley was raising the console, curling into his side as soon as she’d moved to the middle to sit, tucking her legs on the seat beside her. Adam chuckled, slipping his arm around her shoulders. “You’re awfully cuddly tonight, know that?”

“Mhm.” Ashley purred, her lips brushing against his neck, making him grip the wheel just a little tighter. By now, the embarrassment over what she’d done was melting away and her internal filter -the little she actually possessed to begin with, was at an all time low thanks to having drinks poured into her all night by random and far lesser appealing men. “Is that a b-bad thing?”

Adam bit back a groan and barely resisted bucking his hips as he felt her lips clumsily moving along the side of his neck as she nuzzled into him and chuckling quietly, he gave an answer. “Not at all, darlin. Except for the fact that you’re getting me all sorts of stirred up right now.” he muttered, the truck coasting to a stop beneath the red light a block away from his place. When he did, he turned to look at her, wasting no time in pulling her mouth up to his as his hand went from squeezing her thigh to slipping between them, rubbing her through her jeans as he swore quietly because he could feel how warm she was and it only made him think about how wet she might actually be.

“Maybe t-that’s what I’m trying to do.” came pouring out before she could stop herself from saying it. Not that she would have either way, but she was at least trying to show a little restraint, still partially shocked that he was there and that she’d somehow managed to confess everything to him under the guise of texting Shayna.

Maybe it was a good thing that happened, Ashley thought to herself as she slipped her hand down, trailing it along the inside of his thigh, then up… Sucking in a sharp breath when her hand settled palm down against the bulge already straining and growing, pushing against his jeans. Adam’s hips snapped and he locked eyes with her, biting his lip, the hand between her thighs starting to move a little harder and a lot faster. Ashley rocked her hips against his hand and sucked in a sharp breath as Adam leaned in, teeth tugging at her earlobe and catching as he muttered against it in a whisper, “If that’s so, darlin.. You’re in for it. Just wait.”

“What if I don’t w-wanna wait, hm?” Ashley muttered as her lips brushed against his neck again and Adam’s breath caught in his throat before making the remark aloud, “Got a lot to make up for, me and you.”

“Mhm.” Ashley could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with every single word he said. She knew he had to feel her thighs clenching tighter with each word he said because his hand was currently buried between them, palm down against her dripping and throbbing heat, rubbing through her jeans and by now she’d trapped his hand where it was. A shiver passed through her body as she continued to rock her hips against his hand, a quiet whimper of frustration coming when all that lead to was him, slowing down way too much for her liking at the moment. She pouted up at him and bit her lip as he leaned in, closer and closer, pulling her face towards his.

“Could take all night.” Adam was turning his head slightly, tugging her neck closer as he ghosted his lips along it, the pressure of his hand reaching an almost feverish frenzy as he growled against soft skin, “Maybe even tomorrow.”

“Oh?” Ashley’s eyes fluttered open and shut and she bit her lip, her hips rocking faster to meet his hand and the way it cupped and rubbed at her heat. Just enough to make a little friction, not by any means enough to give the amount of friction she actually craved.

He was teasing her.

Just the thought had her pouting in sheer frustration as she locked eyes with him. “Tease.”

“Ain’t exactly teasing if I know exactly what I’m gonna do to you when I get you home.” Adam pointed out, giving her a smirk. Ashley swallowed hard, breath catching in her throat at his words. Her mouth opened and closed and it had Adam chuckling quietly because this was one of very few times he’d truly seen her with a complete lack of something clever to say in response.

“Cat got your tongue, darlin?” he practically purred the words as his hand started to massage all over again and almost instantly, she started to rock against it more urgently.

“Adam… Fuck.” she gasped quietly, eyes fluttering open and closed as she started to palm at the way he was strained against his jeans.

The light went green and the careful and almost teasing movement of her hand in his lap felt so good that for about half a second, Adam didn’t realize it had.

“Light’s green, Adam.” Ashley’s voice was teasing, she gave a soft giggle as Adam took a few shaky breaths, nodding as he hurried from beneath the green light, turning down the next street. His house was in view, only a few seconds away and yet… It felt like a million miles away.

Almost the second he was parked at the curb in front of it, he was reaching out, pulling her over the console and into his lap, his hands and mouth all over her, mouth latching onto her neck and leaving a string of hickies down the side as he bucked himself into her from below and his hands disappeared up her shirt, slipping beneath her bra before finally getting frustrated at how in the way it was and unfastening it, gripping her breasts in his hands, palming and squeezing at them as he growled against her mouth when his mouth finally rose to meet and conquer her lips again.

He leaned into her so heavily that her back met the steering wheel and the horn in the center, making them both laugh only to have the sounds of their laughter swallowed by a deep and frenzied, needy kiss. The kiss broke and Ashley backed away slightly, biting her lip, wiggling around in his lap, bucking herself right against the prominent bulge strained and about to burst through his jeans. “I think that’s our sign to go inside, Adam.” she muttered the words as she felt her face burning hot and she bit her lip, squirming around in his lap just a little more, harder, desperate to keep the friction going. Adam nodded, killing the engine and getting out of the truck, carrying her up the steps, stopping to unlock his front door, with her body pinned between his body and the door as he did so. Twice he had to grip harder just because she started to trail her lips down his neck and chuckling quietly into the kiss he stole, he gave a triumphant and joking ‘Yee haw’ when he got the door unlocked at last. Ashley gave a soft whimper as he stepped through the door, shutting it behind him and locking it. He sat her down on a sturdy console table that ran the length of the back of his sofa and stepped away to pull off his boots and Ashley took a few deep breaths, tried to pull herself together.

This was really happening.

Finally.

Adam met her gaze as he straightened to stand again and he stepped between her legs, devouring her mouth hungrily, his hands cupping her cheeks and caressing. “You’re sure, right? Because once we cross the line, darlin…”

Ashley gripped his jaw, guiding her mouth back down against his greedily as she whispered needily into the kiss, “Fuck me, Adam. I don’t wanna remember anyone else but you.”

Adam’s teeth clenched her lower lip; tugging. She was clinging to him and it was driving him crazy because there was… Still too much clothing in between them, keeping them apart. He scooped her up off the console table he’d sat her on to take off his boots and started to carry her down the hall, stopping halfway to put her back against the wall, tearing her shirt up over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Ashley tugged impatiently at his tee shirt, finally getting it up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor a few feet away from where her own shirt lie. Adam did away with the pesky bra next, letting it hit the floor softly, an almost primal growl bursting from his lips as he dipped his head low, dancing his mouth over the tops of her breasts, leaving behind beard burn and littering soft skin with bites with each time his mouth connected with her bare skin.

Ashley writhed around in his grasp, rocking herself into him, gripping his hips tighter with her legs, whimpering aloud, her head falling back and softly hitting the wall as her eyes fluttered open and shut. Her hand gripped his shoulder, fingertips digging into and dancing over his skin, sending a shiver through his body and making him groan as he glanced up at her, biting his lip. Ashley stared right back, both of them struggling to catch their breath but too caught up in the moment to bother putting a halt to the deep and biting and almost bruising kisses. She took his face in her hands, pulling his mouth deep against her own, her tongue trailing over the outline of his lips before parting them, her body rubbing against him even more frantically. Her hand raised to tangle in his hair and in the process, a photo clattered to the hallway floor noisily.

“Let’s take you to bed, hmm?” Adam’s breath against her skin as he mumbled the words into her neck quietly had Ashley whimpering and rocking against him even more frantically. Adam growled quietly as he bucked himself right back against her, starting the walk down the hall to his bedroom all over again. He kicked it open, a quiet creak of the frame echoing through the stillness as he stepped inside and shut it behind him, tossing her against the mattress as he stared down at her hungrily. Ashley went to raise up, reaching for the waistband of his jeans but Adam pushed her back against the mattress all over again, making her pout and give a frustrated whimper as he chuckled softly and leaned down, hands going down her bare skin, sending goosebumps to it’s surface as he lowered his mouth down, ghosting it slowly over her abdomen before raising to whisper next to her ear, “Uh uh darlin. Let me take care of you.” in a husky and firmer tone.

He started to lazily trail his mouth over bare skin all over again, the blunt of his teeth tugging at her nipples as his tongue circled them and he caught her eye, winking at her, his hands drifting down between them, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, lingering to rub and squeeze her cunt before hooking in her waistband to tug her jeans and panties down all at once. Ashley tried to rock her hips upward, desperate to feel any kind of friction, frustrated beyond belief by all Adam’s teasing, but almost the instant she dared it, Adam was on his knees, kneeling in front of her, parting her legs with his hands and ghosting his mouth up the inside of her thigh slowly, occasionally placing a soft bite against her skin.

When her fingers tangled in his hair, he grunted against her skin, grazing his teeth against it, his tongue slowly making a lazy broad swipe upward. Ashley whimpered when she tried yet again to rock her hips against the way Adam had her pinned, just hoping to at least make an attempt to steer him where she needed him most, but he chuckled quietly, the shake of his head that he gave making soft hair brush against her skin and sending a shiver through her body. “I’m holdin you still for a reason, darlin. Now c’mon, be a good girl. Be still and let me take care of you.”

“Adam, please.” Ashley begged, trying again to rock her hips upward, only to pout when she realized just how determined Adam was to hold her in place and tease her relentlessly.

“Be patient, darlin. We got all night.” Adam’s tongue was trailing lazily over her folds as he said it, the taste of her on his tongue making him half growl his words as they left his mouth. He smirked a little to himself when he felt her not only try to rock her hips upward to meet his mouth but her hand curling in the comforter on top of his bed and in his hair, tugging as she whimpered and whined, her cries of frustrated pleasure echoing off the walls of his bedroom and shattering the silence around them.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his tongue make a long stripe over one side of her cunt. And then, straight across the middle, finally, another long stripe across the opposite side to which he lazily chuckled “A.” as he met her gaze with a teasing smirk. Ashley rose up slightly, staring down at him, biting her lip as a series of needy whimpers and loud whines left her mouth and her toes dug into the comforter. One long and broad stripe and then another curved stripe had her shivering and arching her back, fingers tangling in his hair as she tugged gently, “Fuck.”

“D.” Adam was at it again with the smirk, lowering his head almost a split second later to get back to what he was doing. His tongue trailed a familiar pattern over her folds and he muttered quietly against her cunt, “A”. and Ashley shivered even more because it hit her what he was doing, spelling out his name. “Adam, please… Need you, baby, please.” she begged almost frantically, desperate to ease some of the ache rapidly building because of all his teasing. Despite the urgent begging, Adam’s tongue rolled lazily, the one slanted stripe required to form one side of the M and then the two stripes required to form the middle of the M and finally, the last stripe. “M.” he groaned as his nose bumped right against her pelvic mound and he buried his tongue as deep in her pussy as he could, tilting her hips upward, pulling her closer to his mouth as he savored the taste of her as it started to fill his mouth. He could feel her body starting to tense up and another smirk came, pressing against her soaked warmth as he started to slow way down on the movements of his tongue. When he felt her fingers tugging at his hair again and noticed that she was digging her toes into the bed too, the smirk on his face grew.

Yeah, he was teasing. Taking his time with her, making this last. He’d waited so long already, now that it was happening, he was just… Really savoring the moment.

“Adam, please!” Ashley choked out, back arching away from the mattress slightly, eyes fluttering open and shut as she tried to keep frustrated tears at bay. When she felt him leaving a string of bite marks on the inside of her thighs, she whimpered and tried to rock her hips against his grip at them to no avail.

“Not yet, darlin. Just a little longer, I swear.” Adam breathed against her cunt as his tongue rolled lazily over the folds before slowly slipping in all over again, starting over with his little teasing torture. Ashley’s grip tightened in his hair and he paused, glancing up at her with lust blown eyes. “Pull as hard as you want while my head is buried between your thighs, darlin. C’mon. I like it.” his tone was firm, almost demanding.

And it only served to make her even wetter, she could feel the wetness coating her thighs, dripping. Adam growled quietly, tongue moving a little faster, flicking over her clit, lingering and trailing a lazy circle, grazing his teeth against the circular bundle of nerves as he chuckled against her, “What’s wrong, darlin?”

“You know what you’re…” Ashley writhed beneath the grip Adam had on her lower body, keeping her legs spread wide for him as his tongue slowly dove into and out of her soaked heat, “doing. Tease.”

“Oh, I’m not teasin at all, darlin.” Adam chucked again quietly, “Just said you better not dare cum yet.”

“Adam, it’s all I want to do! Fucking… ahh, hurts. I’m aching, baby, c’mon… Please?”

Adam continued to lick, adding two fingers and Ashley hissed sharp, her breath catching in her throat, her entire body tensing as she tried to do as she was told and resist the urge to cum. The more teasing she endured at his fingers and mouth, the harder that became.

He could feel her body tense up so tight, the way she was propped on her elbows to watch him had her arms shaking. He definitely felt her toes digging into the comforter by now too. Giving a soft nip to the inside of her right thigh as he stopped for a second or two, he muttered quietly, “Okay darlin. Now.” before raising her hips just a little, burying his tongue back deep inside her, rocking her hips against his face faster, his tongue swirling inside her cunt in a frenzy as he felt her shaking all over, heard her gasping for her next breath as she moaned out loud over and over, her cries of pleasure and his name filling the air and driving him over the edge, making him lick and suck harder, faster. He loosened his grip on her hips and she rocked them against his face almost shamelessly, he muttered quietly against her skin, “C’mon, darlin. Don’t stop.” breathing heavily.

Ashley’s hips started to slow and Adam lowered her legs, crawling up her body after dragging the back of his hand across his mouth, his eyes locked on her intently as he leaned down, pulling her into a deep kiss, breaking the kiss quickly to raise up, his hand lowering and wrapping around his thick length just to trace the tip right over and slightly between her folds, shivering himself in anticipation, growling quietly. His hips pinned her hips against the bed and she dug her nails into broad shoulders as he sank into her slowly, carefully, stopping to kiss her cheeks and mutter against her mouth, “You okay, darlin?”

“Yeah.” Ashley answered, trying to rock her hips against him once she was adjusted to the way he stretched her out and filled her up. Her nails trailed lightly across his shoulders, digging in slightly when he sank into her even deeper, his hips smacking against her hips softly and slowly, placing kisses all over her mouth and face, trailing them down her throat as he muttered lazily, “So sweet I could eat you up.” as he met her gaze and slowly licked his lips. Ashley wrapped her legs around his hips and the new angle had him groaning, his hips sporadically crashing against her own for a few seconds as she took his cock as deep inside her as he could go, buried to the hilt. Her hands moved over his face, raising, dragging through his hair after pulling his mouth against her own for a deep and slow and greedy kiss. The kiss broke and he gave a lazy peck at the corner of her mouth, driving deeper and slower into her as he did and muttering softly, “Gonna get way too used to this, I think.”

“I already am.” Ashley breathed out against his skin, making him shiver. He’d always had a weakness when it came to gentle touches against his neck. The fact that she seemed to be enjoying brushing her mouth against the spot, or gently nipping at it with her teeth only had him giving a quiet growl and slamming himself into her slower and with much longer strokes. When she tried to speed him up, he chuckled and his hands lowered, gripping her hips, holding them so that he controlled the pace as he muttered against the shell of her ear, “What’s your hurry, darlin? We’ve got all night.”

Bleak sunshine was starting to peek through the curtains by now and Ashley giggled softly against his neck as she clung to him and he continued to attempt slowly and deeply fucking her into the mattresses on his bed, “It’s morning, actually.” as her forehead softly bumped against his collarbone and he chuckled as soon as the realization hit him too. “Well then, smarty pants, we have the rest of the day. Either way,” Adam’s mouth trailed lazily over her skin, leaving an erratic trail of marks in it’s wake, “we’ve got nothin but time.”

“You make a good point.” Ashley’s breath caught in her throat as his cock bottomed out, brushing against a spot that felt almost magical with each time he did so. She clung to his body, her moans and whimpers only drowned out by his answering groans and the occasional growl.

“I’m so.. Fuck, I’m so close. Please?” her begging had him giving a soft and quiet laugh, capturing her mouth in a deep and breathtaking kiss as he muttered into it, “Me too, darlin.. C’mon, let go for me.”

He sped up his thrusts, almost frantically chasing his oncoming orgasm as she dug her legs into his sides and her nails into his shoulders, raking them down his back as he growled against her skin, feeling her clench tight around him, feeling her body start to spasm, feeling her biting at his skin gently as he fucked her through her orgasm and straight into his own. He tried to stop but every time he tried, she’d grab hold of his hips and rock against him, begging for more until finally, he was throbbing, emptying inside deep, filling her up as he pressed into her heavily, covering her face in kisses before lazily kissing her mouth and having her deepen it as she breathed against his lips, “ That was amazing.”

“Better than the last guy, right?” Adam was only half teasing, but her answer really went a long way to fully reassure him when as he sank back against the mattress, pulling her on top of him and wrapping his arms around her while staring up, she smiled and gave a soft giggle, nodding as she leaned down and mumbled into his mouth, “You were so much better than the last guy. Ten million times better, baby.” before deepening the kiss he gave…

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Charge My Card

Fandom: Marvel (CEO AU)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve has been on back to back business trips for the past 2 weeks. Now that he’s coming home, he wants you prepared.

Warning: smut

A/N: inspired by Mamrie Hart’s boyfriend and the story she’s told on her podcast ‘This Might Get Weird’

Being away from your love for two weeks was agonizing. For so long, Steve has become an essential part of your every day life and for two weeks, TWO. WEEKS. he wasn’t there. 

Like the extremely loving and codependent people that you are, you talked every day while he was away. The timing was a bit weird due to the time difference, but you didn’t care if you lost sleep. Steve was worth it. 

It was midnight for you in New York and 9 o’clock for him in California. He was working on expanding his company in the West and, despite you being extremely proud of him, you just wanted your man back. 

“Hey, babe,” you sleepily wave at him through facetime. 

Steve seems to place you on a dresser as he begins to undress himself and pulling clothes out of the drawers, “Hi, sweetheart. Gimme a moment, alright?”

He steps back and pay you no mind as he discards his white button up, his undershirt following it. You whistle, “Yeah, take it off!” you giggle when you see him playfully roll his eyes at you. 

He pulls on a plain white tshirt and some sweatpants, then picks up his phone and goes to the bed. He lets out a content sigh as soon as his head hits the pillow, “Hey, beautiful.”

You giggle back, “Hey, handsome. How was your day?”

“I wrapped up all of my final meetings. I have a location so that means that Barnes & Rogers is officially expanding to California.”

You smile wide at him, “Congrats, baby! I knew you and Bucky would be able to do it! Did you guys go and celebrate?”

Steve shook his head, “We had a glass of champagne. Buck actually wanted to have a celebratory dinner, but I wanted to come back to the room, relax, talk to you.”

“You should’ve gone out to celebrate. This is big, Steve.”

He shrugged, “I know, but I’d feel a lot better celebrating back home. Without you and Nat, Buck and I wouldn’t have had the confidence to do this. You guys supported us through it all so it’s only fair that we’re there with you to celebrate.”

“Understandable. Did you want me to plan something? A dinner with all four of us? Or how about a big party? I can get Tony to-”

“Instead of worrying about that right now, how ‘bout you worry about how sore you’re gonna be when I get home,” his lustful gaze and mischievous smirk didn’t go unnoticed by you, as well as his insinuation. 

“Oh. We’re having that kind of celebration, huh?” 

He nodded, “Yup. I need to properly thank you for all the love, support, and patience you provided for me.”

“Hmmm...true.”

“M’ gonna fuck you hard you won’t be able to say anything but my name, baby girl.”

You whimpered, “Steve.”

“Mmmm. Exactly like that, sweetheart.” you watch as he glances to his side and smirks, “Well, it looks like it’s very late into the night for you, baby. I better let you get to bed.”

You scowl at your lover, “You’re a jerk and a tease, Steven Grant Rogers.”

Steve laughs and gives you a wink, “You know it. I love you, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you too, babe. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

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You’re going about your day, sitting at your desk at work, when you get a string of texts from Steve.

Steve: Everything has been finalized. I’m flying back home today. 

Steve: [two photo attachments]

Your brow cocks at the sight of two pictures of his black American Express card. 

Steve: buy something real pretty that I can rip off your beautiful body.

Steve: See you soon, sweetheart. ;)

You feel your face heating up at what your man was insinuating. Looks like you’re going lingerie shopping right after work. 

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You stare at yourself in the full length mirror back at the apartment you shared with Steve. The baby pink teddy set clings to your skin perfectly, leaving very little to the imagination. 

You received a text from Steve ten minutes ago saying he was ten minutes away. So that meant he’d be arriving any min-

“Y/N?” 

Your body was already buzzing with excitement as soon as you heard his voice. You rushed out of the room and, you were originally going to act all seductive and waltz up to him. But your brain said ‘Fuck that’ and you ran right into his arms, lips against his, already messing up the shade painted on your lips. 

“Fuck, I missed you,” Steve mumbled and stepped back, “Lemme look at ya.’ his eyes raked up your lace clad form and licked his lips, “Goddamn, baby girl. Now that’s quite the sight.”

You shied away from his heated gaze, “I made dinner for you if you wanna-”

He shook his head, “Nah. I wanna go straight for dessert.” he takes your hand and tugs you to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. 

After a flurry of rushed hands and the flying of Steve’s clothes, you were laying on your back on the bed. The white silk sheets feeling soft along your skin. Steve hovered above you, his arms caging you to the bed, his dick hard and red for you already. 

Your hands raked up Steve’s toned arms, “Touch me, Stevie. I missed your touch so much.”

He leaned down and pecked your lips, “I’m right here, sweetness.” he kissed you again and continued to pepper kisses down your jaw, neck, chest. He licked your pebbled nipples that were hidden beneath the lace lingerie. With one hand, he unclasped the bra from its front, letting it fall open. 

His mouth immediately attached to your breast and you let out a moan as he licked and sucked at you, “Steve. Shit, baby.” your hands run through his crisp gelled blonde hair, now messing up the tresses. 

“So beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, you feel his breath travel down your body as he continues his path down. 

He pauses at your stomach and blows hard against your skin, causing a farting noise to disrupt the sensual aura. You giggle and slapped his shoulder, “Steve!”

He chuckled, “What? I just wanted to hear you laugh for a moment.” he looked up at you with those soft, baby blue eyes. The ones that always made you fall in love with him all over again. 

His mouth then came to your mound. He pressed a kiss over your clothed core and then began to pull down at the thin fabric. You lifted your hips to help him pull them off and he tossed them to the floor. 

He hummed as his thumb softly stroked your slit, stopping at your clit and rubbing slow circles around it, “Absolutely perfect,” he mumbled.

“Steve,” you breathed out his name.

He looked up at you, “Whaddaya want, sweetness, tell me.”

“Want your cock inside me, please. I waited too long for this.”

He chuckled, getting onto his knees and settling in between your legs, his cock in his hand, “Couldn’t agree more. Guess I can get some of that later. Right now, my baby needs me.”

He teases your hole with his tip, getting him nice and wet before he slides in, “Jesus, baby, you’re soaking already.”

“Ste-ooohh fuck yes!” you cry out as he sheathes himself inside you. He stays there for a moment, relishing in your warmth, wetness, tightness.

“So snug around me, baby girl. Missed this. Missed you.” and with a hard thrust the intense fuck session began. 

Steve Rogers can be gentle in bed when he wants to be. And right now, he doesn’t want to be. 

His thrusts are fast and hard. Your legs are over his shoulders as he pounds into you so deep. Your back is slightly arching off the bed. His hands are on your breasts, squeezing and kneading them, pinching your nipples to give you pleasure.

“Fuck, Steve! Yes! Like that, baby! Fuck me hard!”

He smirks down at you and loves how you beg for him. He loves how let loose and come undone for him. He loves how you open yourself up to him. All for him.

“You love my dick, don’t you, sweetheart? Love cumming on my cock? Love when I pound you so hard you can’t even walk?”

“God, yes, Stevie! Love when you fuck me so good!”

“Goddammit, baby!” he grits his teeth and his pace doesn’t relent. In fact, he tries to go even faster. He wants to see you cum so bad. He loves that look in your face when you do, love that fact that it’s all his doing. 

“Play with your pussy for me, baby. I want ya to cum on my cock and cum hard.”

Your hand immediately goes to your clit and rubs fast circles around the hard, wet nub. You stare up into Steve’s lust filled eyes, “I wanna cum on your cock, Steve. God, make me cum.”

“Shit, I can feel you’re close. Keep goin’, sweetness. Wanna feel ya.”

You whimper out his name and you let your head fall back against the mattress, your hand and his cock working in tandem to bring you to your climax, “Fuck. Gonna cum. Fuck, Steve!”

“Do it, baby!” he groans when he feels your walls squeeze onto his cock, your body slightly shaking by how powerful the orgasm is. 

Steve watches as your eyes shut tight and your jaw goes slack. A deep moan emits from the back of your throat and you let out a somewhat of a squeal, followed by his name, “Steve, oh fuck!”

He smirks and then presses a kiss to your mouth, “Good girl, baby. Such a good girl.” he then moves your legs off his shoulders and hooks an arm around your waist. As he falls back against the bed, he pulls you up and you’re now straddling his lap, “Now ride me, baby girl.”

You start to rock your hips against him with no hesitation. Your hands rest on his chest and you fuck yourself on him fast and hard. His hands on your hips as he guides your rhythm.

“Love watching you like this, riding me so hard. You cock hungry lil’ girl.”

You moan at your lover’s dirty talk. Don’t get it wrong, Steve was a sweetheart and a complete gentlemen. But in the bedroom...it was a completely different story. 

A hand went to your clit and he began to rub you with his thumb, adding more pleasure to the mix. 

You groan out, “You want me to cum again already?”

He chuckles, “Yeah, this time, I’ll be joining you. Now ride me like ya really mean it, sweetness.”

You nod and brace yourself fully on Steve, with every thrust of your hips, a loud slapping noise of skin against skin echoes through the room. 

Steve bites his lip as he looks down, watching you fuck his cock, “Damn that’s sexy.”

“Steeeve, I’m gonna cum again.”

“Alright, princess, hold on. Nearly there.” his hand leaves your clit and goes back to your waist. He holds you still and begins to thrust up into you, hard. 

You throw your head back at the pleasurable feeling, “God, yes!”

Steve continues to watch you, desperate for your joint climax. His jaw clenches when he feels that tightness building up, “Fuck. Fuck! Gonna cum, baby! Gonna cum!” he throws his head back onto the bed and his hips thrust into you hard, “Oh my fucking God!” with one hard thrust and another, his hips fall back down onto the bed, his cock slipping out of you in the process, both his and your juices mixed together. 

You then roll off him and into the space beside him, your bodies hot and sweaty and your bra still hanging off your shoulders. 

“Goddamn,” Steve groans as he wipes a hand down his sweaty face. 

You giggled, “Well, would ya look at that.”

Steve turns his head towards you, “What?”

“I’m neither sore, nor am I only speaking in your name. Guess you didn’t do a good enough job, Rogers.”

He growled as he rolled on top of you, “My cock ain’t quite ready yet, but my mouth is fully functional.”

You smirk and lightly pat his cheek, “Well get to it then, Rogers.” your giggles fill the room as Steve scrambles down your body and buries his face in your pussy.

[helplessly-nonstop]

Inhale My Love (F.F smut)

To be honest with you all, this has been a work in progress for the better part of a year, so here ya go! This is the best type of sin: PWP! Fangs decides to smoke a little joint with Reader beside him and well, I think you can connect the dots from there.

Warnings: use of recreational marijuana, smut, PWP, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex(mxf), riding, little bit of a Papi!kink in there, little mention of a possible 3some, slight hair pulling, tbh this is mild compared to my SP smut

WC: 2126 words

It was a lovely Friday afternoon and since it was so close to spring break, Toni and I decided that we should split class for the day then head down to the quarry to get some sun.

I placed my sunglasses over my eyes and sighed, settling in my blanket that I had laid out before I announced,”And now, I shall take my nap to kick off my weekend.” Toni scoffed and glanced over at me as she protested,”Y/N, we all know that you couldn’t take a nap to save your ass. It’s not in your nature.” 

I raised my sunglasses to glare at her while I muttered,”You didn’t have to crush my hopes and dreams, ya know,Topaz? There’s this thing called compassion, maybe you should try it out.”

“I can’t, that blocks me from using this thing called the cold, hard truth on you.” I rolled my eyes at her statement and pulled the book I had started this morning from my backpack then began reading it.

“Don’t you know you should use sunscreen when you’re out in weather like this!” Sweet Pea called as he and Fangs headed over to us. I sighed then set my book and shouted in return,”And don’t you know you should stop yelling like you’re a maniac?”

He flopped on top of me and said,”Nope, because you’re a maniac too, which means that you really don’t mind me yelling like a maniac.”

“That made no sense. And get off of me, you’re ruining my tan lines, you ass!” I snapped, shoving him onto the ground. He grinned over at me then Fangs settled between Toni and I before the taller of the two stated,”So, what are we doing today?”

“Nothing, because it’s a lazy day.” I replied, continuing to read my book. The boys groaned then suddenly went quiet, something I was more than excited about.

“Fuck me!” I cried out as the boys soaked me with water. Fangs paused and looked down at me before he replied,”Tell me when and where and I’ll be there.”

My mouth dropped open in surprise and Sweet Pea began rolling with laughter as he crowed, ”Goddamn,my boy’s finally growing a set! Shit, Y/N, you just got served.”

“Served? This isn’t the 1990s anymore, Pea.” I muttered, shaking out the pages of my book to try and dry it out, only to huff, knowing it was hopeless to save.

Toni jerked up after answering a call then gripped Sweet Pea’s arm, yanking him to his feet, before she exclaimed,”We’ve got to go, Jughead needs us.”

“You want us to come along?” I asked, peeling my shirt away from my skin. She shook her head and jabbed her finger at Fangs, ordering,”No, we’ve got this. You take her back your place and get her new clothes to change into since you guys wanted to be a bunch of asses.”

He nodded and helped me to my feet before we drove to his place. Once we arrived back at his trailer, Fangs handed me a pair of sweatpants and a shirt much larger than my frame then I headed back to the bathroom, changing from my wet clothes.

When I walked into his room, he held up a joint and asked, ”You cool with me smoking one?” I nodded, settling beside him on the bed then turned on his little TV and focused on the random show after getting comfortable.

I watched as he put the joint out then his hand landed on my inner thigh, which I didn’t acknowledge. Whenever Fangs got high, he always got touchy feely, something I was used to. But what threw me off was when his hand slid up further, until it landed on my waistband of my sweatpants.

“Fangs?” I asked, looking up at him. His dark eyes were bloodshot and drooped half shut with a lazy grin stretched across his face.

“Pretty girl, I got a question for you.”he drawled out, leaning closer. I glanced down, my eyes catching on something in his pants.

“Oh my God.” I gasped, eyes glued to his erection. He reached for my hand and pressed it to his dick as he asked,”How would you feel if I fingered you?” Fangs was never this blunt when he was sober, but god, I was so thankful that he was acting like this.

“Come on, pretty girl, you know I’ve got a clear head, so let me finger that pretty pussy.” I squeaked at his filthy words and he smirked, releasing my hand to tangle his fingers in my hair, pulling me into a kiss.

I gasped into his mouth and pressed closer to him as his finger slid down further, parting my pussy lips. He growled at the feeling of how wet I was then he muttered,”Now I really got to finger you. C’mon, pretty girl, what do you say?”

“You’ve already got me this riled, so if you don’t make me come by fingering me, I swear to God, I will punch you in the dick.” I informed him, my breath coming out in pants. He grinned and wiggled the sweatpants down my legs before I kicked them off the rest of the way, Fangs moving between my thighs.

“God, pretty girl, you’re so wet. Maybe I should smoke around you more if this is what I get for it.” he suggested, spreading my lips to expose my clit. My body trembled with excitement as he pushed two fingers into me, almost like he was testing my readiness.

“Fangs, please. I can take it.” I whimpered, fingers winding in his hair. He smirked up at him and stated,”I’m fingering you, pretty girl, what more do you want?”

“Eat me out please.” I gasped, pushing at the back of his head. He leaned forward, blowing air onto my clit, and my hips jerked towards him, nails digging into his scalp. His tongue flicked out and wet his lips, teeth claiming a place on the plump bottom one.

“You sound so pretty when you’re desperate. You sure that you want that?” Fangs asked, raising an eyebrow at me. Nodding eagerly, I blurted out, ”Please, need it so bad, baby, please.” A smirk spread across his pretty lips then he leaned forward, sucking my clit into his mouth and gave a small nip to the nub. I gave a cry at the feeling and my head hit the pillow, hips rising to chase his mouth as he pulled away.

“Aww look at my pretty girl. So fucking desperate for me to make you come. You sure you want to come on my fingers and mouth… or do you want something just a little thicker and a lot longer?” His free hand traces his cock, a groan escaping his pretty lips then he questioned, “You wanna come on my tongue, lil mama? Yeah, I bet you fuckin’ do, pretty girl.”

“Fangs, c’mon, please… please fuck me, fuck me, let me come!” I pleaded, tugging on his hair. He flashed a grin at me then replied, “I suppose I could give in to you, but I don’t know…” I grabbed his wrist and tugged it upwards, sucking his fingers into my mouth, causing him to pause.

“Ahh fuck, pretty girl, you look so good sucking my fingers. That’s not fucking fair. Alright fine, you can come.”he agreed, curling his fingers upwards to find my g-spot. I cried out, head slamming into the pillow as he pressed a forearm across my waist, tongue flicking upwards to suck my clit back into his mouth.

“Fangs! Oh God, yes!” He allowed me to ride out my orgasm, my head thrashing back and forth as the pleasure began to consume me. He pulled away and crawled up to me, kissing me as he tangled his fingers in my hair, asking as he pulled away, “You ready to take a wild ride, pretty girl?”

“Hell yeah I am, Fangs.” I chirped, unbuttoning his jeans. He sat up and pushed them down, taking his boxers with him. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a condom, tearing the top off. I snagged it from his hand then pushed him into his back, straddling his waist as I rolled the condom on, grinding down on him.

“Fuck, pretty girl, being so naughty. But I can take it and I sure as fuck am gonna take you.”he snarled, slamming me backwards onto the mattress, pressing my thighs apart, guiding the head of his cock to my entrance.

“Just fuck me, you cocky serpent.” I spat, tilting my hips upwards. He gave a mean grin then chirped, “Fine, you asked for it.” He buried his cock into me, ducking his face in the crook of my neck as we moaned, my nails digging into his back.

“God, Sweet Pea’s gonna have so many fuckin’ jokes about this.” Fangs moaned as I dragged my nails through his hair. I laughed and allowed my eyes to flutter open, pleading, “Don’t talk about Sweet Pea while you’re fucking me, it’ll give me ideas.” His eyes seemed to grow darker, dilating, then he purred, “Does pretty girl like the thought of me and SP fucking her at the same time? Cause god, that’s fucking hot.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist then tightened them, snapping, “Can we make each other come now and talk about our possible threesome with Sweet Pea later? I’d really appreciate that.” He snapped his hips upwards, changing our pace of sweet and sensual to fast and rough as he bit out, “Yeah we can do that. God your pussy is so fucking tight, makes me want to come. But first, you’re gonna clench that cunt around my dick and you’re going to come for me again.”

“F-Fangs, please! Please let me come on your cock, I’ll be so good for you, fuck! Please, please, papi!” He froze at my plea and my eyes widened when I realized what I had called him but when I thought he was going to pull away, he groaned and muttered, “Dios mio, mi amor, you are so trying to kill me.” He rutted his hips against mine, deft fingers finding my clit as he continued to fuck me, my hands gripping the blanket underneath us.

“Aww, does pretty girl like the way I pound her pussy? Is she gonna come for me?” Fangs asked, pressing upwards with his fingertips, his pace beginning to stutter. I rocked down, twisting my hips to gain more friction before he leaned forward, working love bites both on my shoulder and neck, then I pleaded, “Make me come, Fangs.”

“Okay.”he stated simply, yanking my hips down with his free hand, his fingers pressing just right on my clit, a cry escaping me as he did so, my orgasm rushing through my body. My heart pounded in my chest and I could hear the thump of the beat in my ears as Fangs met his own release, a soft groan breaking the silence of the room.

He rolled me onto my back then kissed me on the forehead, murmuring, “Give me a minute, okay, pretty girl?” He pulled off the condom and tied it, throwing it into the wastebasket beside the bed, then walked into the bathroom, the sound of water running catching my attention.

He returned a few moments later, with a glass of water and a washcloth. I took the cup and began to sip on the drink as he wiped my thighs, waking sure he didn’t miss anything, before he offered me a shirt, saying, “Don’t want you getting cold.” I smiled at his worry for me then wrapped my arms around his waist, laying my head on his chest.

His phone began ringing and he picked up, letting out a hum when he realized that it was Sweet Pea calling him, “SP, what’s up, man? How’d it go with Jones?” Our tall friend began ranting about all the bullshit our favorite Serpent Prince had put our friends through then I took the phone, informing him, “I hate to do this to you, Sweets, but it’s my cuddle time so call back at another time. Thanks, love you, stay safe!”

I pressed end and set the phone on the floor, tangling my legs with Fangs’, murmuring, “Alright, it’s nap time, motherfucker.”

“Am I forgiven for the water incident?”he asked, kissing my temple. I hummed for a moment then muttered, “I dunno, ask me in the morning when my brains return to me.” He laughed in return, pressing his forehead to mine as he murmured, “Thank you.”

“Mm, thank you.”

[chonisbestmistake]

Sweet distraction

Jennie x Female!Reader

Warnings: pure fluff

Word count: 1,849

Summary: Request: “ A Jennie scenario based from the recent fan signing the girls had. Reader surprises her and they go on a lil date after.”

NOTE: It`s been so long, im sorry, i was on a vacation and couldn't write but here i am again! <3

The fan meeting was at full blast when you entered the crowded shopping mall, sighing peacefully.  You had to run away from work as to not miss the end of the event and catch your girlfriend off guard. She told you she was free after the meeting so you decided to take this little opportunity the universe gave you. It`s not like you too can spend your time together every day freely, so you didn`t want to miss the chance. The crowd was so big, you had to step on your toes to get a look at what was going on. Everyone was talking loudly but you managed to recognize her voice that came out of the speakers hidden somewhere in the mall. The four girls on stage were smiling happily and sending their love and ‘thank you’s to the fans. The moment you found her face with that beautiful gummy smile of hers you felt your heart skip a bit. After almost a year of being in a relationship with one of blackpink`s famous members you still couldn’t believe she actually chose you out of all the people who surrounded her. The girls were hugging under an umbrella now and you melted at the sight, your smile getting bigger by the second. When they started to go down the stage, you made your way to the other side of the queue and called one of the managers. The guy looked at you with a bright smile, smirking at the little present in your hands when you went to the hidden exit. He knew who you were, almost all the stuff did, and you were grateful that Jennie took care of all the explanations about your relations. You found yourself a seat and pulled out your phone, making sure all the reservations were done and you wouldn’t face any issues with your little rendezvous. The crowd was cheering happily in the distance and you realized that the meeting was over. You stood up and peeked out around the corner, noticing Jennie make her way in your direction, the girls walking slowly behind her. She looked as beautiful as always in her black skinny jeans and a white crop top that showed her perfect abs. And woah, the heels. You couldn`t help but stare for a moment before going back and grabbing the bouquet of daisies you bought on your way here. The one thing that Jennie hated the most was to get scared, so you made sure to stay still at the entrance, not wanting to jump out of nowhere and get your girlfriend a heart attack. And to get a punch in the face. As soon as she turned around the corner, her eyes landed on you, your favorite gummy smile shining on her pretty face. She broke into a run and you opened your arms to catch her, sighing happily when her body collided with yours. It`s been a week since you last saw her because of her tight schedule so when her sweet scent surrounded you completely, you finally felt at peace. You lifted her up by the hips, grinning widely when she wrapped her legs around your waist and hands around your neck, laughing in joy. You wanted to kiss her so badly, but the idea of ruining her career made you uneasy to say the least so you made a quick spin and put her down, praying that no camera captured that moment, it was a hidden exit after all.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? I missed you so much!” She breathed out with wide eyes as if not believing that you were actually here. Hand gripping yours tightly, she looked at you with so much adoration you nearly lost your concentration and forgot what you were about to say.

“Ugh, I came to see you, love. Um… surprise? Those are for you.” You showed her the daisies, stuttering suddenly and smiling coyly. She gasped and hugged the flowers, almost tearing up and you felt the butterflies in your stomach all over again, blushing furiously.

“Aww, cute!” You heard Lisa`s voice behind and turned around sporting three girls walking with their managers in your direction, all smiling brightly. “Y/N, that`s so sweet! I just might fall in love with you too.” Jisoo smirked, shamelessly teasing Jennie and hugged you tightly. You embraced them one by one, greeting everyone with a kiss on the cheek, which made Rose a blushing mess. You chuckled, seeing Lisa huff frustratingly. “Y/N, I love your kisses, don`t get me wrong, but why does everyone hate my kisses so much? You all cringe when I do that.”

“It`s because she`s sweet and gentle.” Rosie smiled shyly. “And you`re just annoying.” Jisoo said teasingly, making a disgusted face.

“Don`t worry Lisa, I adore your kisses.” Her pout was gone the second those words came out of your mouth and you saw a beaming smile on her face that warmed your heart. “Aw, finally somebody appreciates my affection. I`m in love too!”

“Nope, she`s off limits, Lalisa. All mine!” Jennie said, leaning closer to you and giving Lisa a playful glare. “All yours, baby.” You gave her a side hug and kissed her temple, fingers running through her hair lovingly. “Can I steal her away for a couple of hours?” You asked, looking at the girls, who were grinning, watching your interactions.

“Where are we going?” Jennie asked, not caring about the girls reply one bit. You laughed, seeing how her eyes lighted up immediately. “It`s a surprise, love.”

“Don`t even bother bringing her back, she`s too mean anyway.” Jisoo grinned, starting to walk towards the exit. “Come one girls, let`s go home and leave two lovebirds alone.”

“Have fun, guys!” Rose hugged you one last time and went after Lisa, who gave you a sweet smile and a wave of her hand on her way out. When everyone left , Jennie's manager gave you a quick nod when you promised to bring her back by ten as always and walked out, leaving you two alone. Finally.

"Come on, babe, i know you're hungry and tired. Let's fix it real quick so we can go home and i can hug and kiss you already. I missed those lips so much." You embraced her, leaning forward slightly and whispered to her ear softly, leaving a brief kiss under her chin.

"Tease." She let out a small cute laugh, a beaming smile blossoming on her face.

You left through the hidden exit and made your way to your car quickly. Jennie buckled her seat up when you turned the keys and repeated the action with your own, muttering a quiet "Safety first" under her nose. You couldnt stop yourself from leaning in and placing a sweet peck to her lips, sighing happily when she deepened the kiss.

"I love you." You whispered, out of breath, melting in you seat. Her kisses were like drinking pure honey, sweet and soft in moments like this.

"I love you more." She whispered back, smiling shily, all flushed cheekes and sparkly eyes. She was truly out of this world.

When you parked your car near the entrance of your favourite restaurant it was already dark outside, so you didnt have to hide too much. Jennie put her sunglasses up and you led her to the private table, so that nobody could see or bother you all evening.

"Woah, it's so beautiful here." Jennie sighed. The place was one of your favourites, even special ones. You knew the owner so you could always have a special treatment there. Like ordering a dozen of flowers and having lit up candles everywhere around you. The place was famous for making a pretty romantic autmosphere, if you wanted it that way, making it special. And God, did you want to make it special for her.

"It's nothing really. You deserve the world though, my love." You gave her a sweet smile and patted the space beside you on the couch, carefully placing some candles further from your clumsy hands.  "Come here, honey. Tell me how your day went."

She looked at you with those beautiful eyes, tearing up and out of words, and came closer, falling into your embrace once more. God, you loved making her speechless. She once told you when you were still friends, that she looked for someone who could appreciate and cherish her enough, who could love her and give her just as much as she did with her loved ones. And you made sure she felt that way, safe and loved in your arms everyday. Now she couldn't believe you did just as she asked in the beggining, tearing up everytime you treated her that way. Which was quite a lot.

"Aw, baby, please dont cry, i didnt want you to feel ba-"

"I love you." She said, cutting you off, sniffling loudly."I can’t believe i've got such a sweet person all to myself. You're everything I’ve ever wanted. Needed."

"I'm so lucky i have you, baby. You're such a blessing." You whispered back, fingers running through her hair soothingly."You deserve to be treated like this, honey. Cause you're my princess." You cooed, hugging her tightly. "But as much as i love your cuddles, the food is getting cold, love. Let's enjoy our free evening, i hate seeing you cry, you know it makes me wanna cry too, okay?"

She nodded, gummy smile shining on her face again, and leaned into your embrace, your arms wrapped around her protectivly.

The ride to her dorm was spent in a comfortable silence. You both liked to communicate without words sometimes, especially after a tiring day. Going non-verbal was a comforting thing for Jennie when you too were completely alone. She could play it cool and seem hard to approach when she was Jennie Kim from Blackpink, but with you she could be just your Jennie, soft, sweet and cuddly, all quiet whimpers and little nods, not caring about anyones opinion. The silence relaxed both of you whenever things got too hard or overwhelming, so you happily provided it to her.

As soon as you stepped inside her room, she hugged your neck and you carried her to the bed, preparing to spend the calm evening with your girlfriend, to watch some movies and just cuddle. You changed your clothes lazily and helped Jennie with her own, then went to tell the girls that you were safe and sound in bed. When you got back, Jennie was already falling asleep. You smiled, sighing happily and layed down, wrapping your arms around her tiny waist, letting her scent embrace you in a bubble. Then you felt Jennie rub her cheek on your collarbone gently, fingers tugging at your shirt, bringing you closer and silently telling you something between "Today was perfect", "Thank you" and "I love you".

"I know, baby. I love you too. To the moon and back." You whispered to her ear and she finally relaxed against your chest, sighing peacefully."Sleep tight, honey, you're safe with me. Always."

[ydolanssss]

Attitude G.D

Okay first smut, probably ass but oh well

Grayson x black reader

Warning: oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up kids)

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"Hey Ethan where's y/n?"

"i don't know I think shes in your room"

For some reason y/n has been acting wierd lately, she dosent come out of the house much. Shes either in my room or hers but I'm worried about her.

"hey y/n you-" I walked in and she on my bed. Naked. Shes touching herself, and whispering my name. They're diving so deep in her, I shouldn't be watching but she's just so beautiful, her thighs, her brown skin, her pussy is so wet. Just for me. I've thought about her that way but I thought I didn't have a chance, guess I was wrong.

I haven't been able to stop thinking about him. I've been more distant because I don't want to catch feelings, I'm sure it's just lust but I don't know, but it needs to fucking stop he's my best friend, I don't want to ruin the friendship, I feel so dirty touching myself in his room while he's home. He could catch me but I kind of want him to.

"ugh fuck gray please"

"please what mama?"

I let out a yell, and run into the bathroom and close the door.

"Damn gray! Oh my God I'm so sorry! I-i didn't mean to-"

"Hey it's okay, come out here I got a shirt for you." He hands it to you through a crack of the door. It's his black button up. It comes right below your ass. You walk out hiding you face behind your braids.

"G-gray, I'm sorry I was- um I ain't gon front I've been thinking bout you in that kinda way and I just- ugh I'm so sorry"

He walks up to you and brushes you braids behind you and puts his hand on the side of your neck

"hey, hey, it's okay. I've been thinking about you in that kinda way too."

He smirks when he sees your leg tighten. He moves his hand to the top of your ass and he pulls you closer. Your breath hitches realizing how close your faces were.

"H-have you really?, Like that kinda way or like something else because it would make more sense if it was a different kinda way ya know because like you probably don't want me like that and-" you stop rambling because you hear Grayson laughing, catching an attitude you push him off of you and cross your arms.

"Excuse me! I'm over here being real with you and you fucking laughing at me!"

He stops laughing, and looks at your short frame because he's like a whole foot taller than you, absolutely loving you in his clothes.

"Hey you better chill with that lil attitude girl."

"Make me." You immediately realize what you just said, and you don't regret it.

He backs you into a wall on hand above your head one around your waist pulling you close to him.

"I'll make you alright"

He grabs you from under your thighs and presses you against the wall. Finally he kisses you, it rough but his lips are soft. You moan into the kiss, he releases your lips and starts attacking your neck, you grab his hair pulling on it, his hands make it to your ass and he carries over to his bed and he lays you down.

Both of his forearms by your head "Did you cum earlier? When I came in?"

You look up at him and bite you lip and shake your head "nuh-uh".

"How about I go down on you mama, huh? You want that? I know I do."

"yes gray, please"

"that's not my name baby"

"daddy, please"

"of course, mama." He starts to unbutton the shirt and leaves kisses down the valley of your breasts. "So fucking pretty." He grabs your tits and sucks on one of your nipples.

"these fucking tits" he shakes the other in his hand watching it jiggle.

"mmm daddy, please"

"patience baby"

He's continues, skipping past your pussy instead starting at your thigh leaving marks all over each one. He finally reaches where you need him most, he take two fingers and opens up your lips.

"so wet, so pretty, all for me huh?, Who's pussy is this?

"yours daddy, all yours."

"Damn straight"

Licks a bold strip up you pussy and circles the tip of it around you clit. "ughhhhhhh, fuck yes".

His fingers plung into you and curl right onto your g-spot while his mouth sucks and bites on you clit. Your hand fly to his hair and thighs slam around his head. He uses his other hand and spreads them open.

"keep 'em spread mama" the vibrations from his voice travel through you causing your thighs to start shaking.

"God, fuck!! Oh my God I'm so close daddy! Yes, yes!". You lift up off of the bed, squirting into his face, thighs shaking, he sucks a little more and pumps his fingers to ride out your high, drinking all that you gave him.

"fuck you taste so damn good, so tight too, I don't know I'll fit." Your eyes widen. 'damn is he really that big'

"yes, I am" you realize you ended up say it out loud.

"oh shit okay"

He strips himself of his pants and lines up at you entrance.

"you ready mama?"

"as ready as I'll ever be"

He slides in all the way, balls deep inside of you, you both moan simultaneously.

"god your so fucking tight mama" he starts moving, you can feel him in your guts.

"daddy,your so deep fuck"

"where do you feel me?"

"in my tummy"

"oh yea, that's where I'm gonna cum too, deep, deep inside of you. I'm gonna make you my babymama"

That statement honestly dosent scare you. He starts ramming his dick inside of you slamming against your cervics you already know you will not be able to walk tomorrow. You claw down his back, his face in your neck, moaning and grunting.

"ugh fuck daddy!" You moan right up against his ear which drives him fucking nuts, he pulls out, and you whine at the feeling of emptiness, he pulls you to the end of the bed and puts both legs on one of his shoulders, and props his right foot on the bed and slams back into you making you shout at the roughness, wet sounds coming from you two bounce of the wall along with your moans.

"ugh god, daddy I'm so close!"

"Me to baby, hold it for me okay"

"god I cant!"

"you can and you will"

His voice makes you clench and that bring him to his climax, few more hard thrusts, his hips stutter and he's cumming deep inside you just like he said, "fuuuuck yes, baby."

After he's done he pulls out, when some of his cum spills out he quick to finger it back into you causing you to whimper a little more. He falls down beside you and pulls you close.

"Y/n, d-do you, a-are you...you don't have to have my kids, i-i want you to but like I said it because I was in the moment and everything because I really care about you, and i don't know I might be moving to fast maybe-ish kinda-".

Now it's your time to laugh at him and his nervous rambling.

"gray it's okay, it's okay. I'll have your kids I don't know why but I want too."

He's smiling like a kid who just got his favorite toy, "You wanna be my babymama? For real?". "Yes gray I'll be your babymama."

He smothers you in kisses but ends up stopping due to a slamming door. Ethan.

"GRAY, WTF YOU GO TO LOOK FOR Y/N AND NEXT THIS I KNOW SHE YELLING AND YOUR ABOUT TO BE A DAD?!"

"Ethan bro, one: stop yelling, two: she wasn't yelling she was screaming," which results in you slapping him on the chest already thoroughly embarrassed, all he does is laugh "and third yes I'm gonna be a dad, and your gonna be an uncle, and y/n's gonna be a mom. Isn't that great??"

Ethan still standing at the doorway jaw on the floor. "What the fuck ever, man congratulations." You end up falling asleep right after because you are worn the fuck out for obvious reasons.

*THIS WAS ASS*

*IM SORRY I TRIED*

[softforcal]

Please continue the opening act reader with cal! I loved the poly but I gotta know what it would be like with just him! I adore your writing🥰

CAL X OPENER!READER 

(Poly) (Luke) (Ash) (Michael)

-you’re an rising performer and they saw you live once while creating their new album and all fell in love with your voice on the spot

-they convince management that they want you as their opener because you’re amazing

-when your management approaches you about it, of course you say yes and soon after that you’re following all of 5sos on insta and they’re following you

-they want to get to know you pre tour to see if you’re chill, it will be easier to tour together if you’re all buds

-so you go meet up with them at Cal’s house and spend the whole day getting to know each other

-they’re all super cool and you find yourselves all laughing and chilling next to the pool having a great time

-they show you some of their new songs and you all end up having an impromptu singing and dancing party

-yeah, its going to be a great tour

-you have to leave and they all offer to drive you home but you have it covered

-as soon as you’re gone they’re all just like “wow.” “yeah, she’s an angel.”

-they make a group chat with you in it and you all talk a bunch before the tour starts

-meeting up with them whenever you can

-Ashton convinces you to go to yoga

-you go walk Cal’s dog with him

-Michael getting you to create fortnite so you can play with him and Luke

-the first day of tour arrives and you show up to the airport only to be sneak attacked by Ashton who was totally waiting for you, he’d really want you to feel included and welcome

-getting to the plane and you go to sit by yourself but then Michael just comes and sits next to you and smiley, and he’s like “are you ready for tour?!” and he’s just a ray of absolute sunshine

-they all kind of take turns sitting next to you because the flight is so long

-you end up falling asleep on Luke’s shoulder and they’re all just like “oh my god she’s so cute.”

-Luke doesn’t let anyone wake you

-usually the opener would travel in a different van and tour bus but they really want to ‘include’ you so you end up being in their van most of the time and you sleep on the other tour bus but you’re in their bus most of the time

-your first show you go out there and you have an amazing set, as you get off the stage the guys all pull you into a huge hug to tell you how amazing you were

-getting to watch them preform and they are brilliant

-hanging out after the concert in a back stage room laughing and talking about the tour

-singing with them

-going over their note changes with them

-can you imagine singing with Calum and Luke and they both just adore your voice

-Michael trying to teach you how to play guitar if you don’t know how to already

-Cal trying to teach you to play bass

-And Ashton letting you dick around with his drums

-going out after concerts to look at the city

-you always get cold and one of them always ends up giving you their jacket

-or one of them offers to hug you to keep you warm

-Michael gives the best fucking hugs but Cal is a close second

-its because Michael is a lil squish okay!?! don’t fight me on this

-all of you taking pictures of each other and being able to freely post them because you’re their opener and its the cutest thing ever

-everyone speculating that you might be dating one of them

-taking cheeky photos where you’re kissing one of their cheeks or their kissing yours and everyone flips out

-spending entire bus rides in their bus goofing off and laughing and having a great time

-when you leave to go to your own bus for the night they spend at least an hour usually talking about the cute things you did while with them

-one night you’re in the chill area with them watching a movie and you fall asleep cuddled against Calum

-none of them want to move to wake you up so they all sleep there

-waking up next to these four guys, you all having moved at some time during the night and you’re just a cuddle blob

-pre concert rituals together with huge group hugs

-helping Luke put glitter on before a show because “more glitter!”

-sometimes they bring you on stage to sing with them as an encore

-you and Luke just have such vocal chemistry

-”and can we give it up for our angel and opening act, Y/N!”

-so many hugs

-group dogpiles after the show

-you all write songs together and bounce ideas off of each other

-harmonizing together

-tapping out beats together

-running around cities and usually one of them grabs your hand and starts running and then you’re all running around looking at stuff

-Cal and Ashton are huge fans of carrying you when you get tired

-getting shipped with all of them

-the five of you looking at the ship names and laughing then picking favourites

-so every guys favourite ship name is their own name with yours? what a fucking coincidence eh?

-they all ask your favourite ship name and you’re just like…… “uhhhhhh….”

-refusing to choose

-it would honestly be such a mess because it’s not like you don’t know they’re into you but its hard to choose because they’re all hella

—————————————————————–Cal con’t here

-sometimes the bus will stop for a smoke break during the night between locations if you’re ahead of schedule

-one night you get woken up by the bus stopping and go outside to see Cal leaning against the bus with a smoke

-he puts it out when you approach, “you caught me.” he grins

-”how often do you do this?”

-”every now and again.” he shrugs, noticing your arms wrapped around yourself, “you cold?”

-”yeah, i should go grab a jacket or something.” you say, turning to go back to your bus

-he grabs your hand and pulls you to his chest, turning you so your back is pressed to his front as his arms wrap around you, “is this okay?” he breathes, the smell of smoke lingering over the scent of something distinctly Calum

-”yeah.” you answer, relaxing into the embrace

-standing there for a while, his warmth radiating against you as you look at the stars

-the bus engines turn on, signalling you to both go to your buses, “you tired?” he asks. “not really.” you say truthfully. “want to come back to my bunk and we can talk for a bit?” “wont it wake up the others?” “nah, they’re heavy sleepers, you learn to be when you’re on the road a lot.”

-going back to his bunk and getting into it, beginning to talk about tour life

-playing with his fingers and realizing he has a new ring, “where’d you get it? its so nice!” “picked it up a few cities ago.” he answers, slipping it onto your own finger. of course it’s too big and you both laugh a little about that

-he’s just so warm and comfy with his arm around you and his chest as a pillow

-”getting sleepy?” he asks

-”yeah, you’re a great pillow Cal.”

-”i’ll make sure to keep that in mind if this whole band thing doesn’t work out.”

-you both fall asleep like that

-waking up to Ashton throwing the curtain divider open and being shocked to see you there, “oh fuck, sorry.” he says, closing it immediately, but you still here him scream “Y/N’s in Calum’s bunk!” then a “no fucking way!” as Michael throws open the curtain too

-Calum giving you a hoodie to walk back to your other bus in

-when you leave the others just turn to Calum like “how the fuck did you get her onto a moving bus?” “the bus stops.” Cal answers simply.

-you continue pretty normally, but you find yourself falling more and more for the gorgeous bassist

-it becomes a thing where he shows you his fancy jackets/outfits before shows because he loves to see your reaction

-you start to live for tour bus rides at night and smoke stops where you just look at the stars. (always wearing something not quite warm enough so he’ll pull you to his chest when he notices you shivering.)

-these smoke chats have happened maybe six times and you leave the bus one night to see Cal waiting for you without a cigarette

-”where’s your cancer stick bub?”

-he laughs, “didn’t think you’d like the taste babe.” and before you can ask what he means his hands find your hips and he pulls you to his chest, lips connecting with yours

-the softest lips and the sweetest embrace, him leaning back against the bus

-he pulls away and you blink up at him in shock, “is this okay?” he asks

-”yeah.” you laugh a little, hands wandering over his shoulders, eyes darting to his lips again

-he of course takes this as a cue to kiss you again

-standing there, his warmth radiating over you, lips locked, small sounds of content, until the bus roars to life behind him and you both pull away startled

-he grabs your hand and the two of you go to his bunk

-its different now that you’ve kissed but you still cuddle into his side. “its hard to sleep without you.” Calum states

-”yeah, i think so too.” you say, smiling against his shirt

-there’s a long pause then, “tomorrow night when we get to the hotel… do you wanna come back to my room?”

-this soft boi

-”yeah.”

-”you say yeah a lot.”

-”can’t say no to you Cal.”

-”hmmm really?” he grins, fingers rubbing circles on your shoulder, “does this count as dating?”

-”yeah, i think so.”

-”okay.”

-falling asleep in his arms with a smile on your face

-getting off of the bus in the morning with him holding your hand as you walk into the venue

-getting ready for the concert and you feel hands on your hips, “love it when you look so focused.” he says, breath fanning over your neck. “well i am working Cal.”

-getting your makeup done with Luke and he’s just like “so you and C-Swizzle.”

-doing the normal pre-concert ritual

-”you’re on.” a stage manager says and you take a step towards the stage when a hand grabs you and pulls you back, you hit a solid chest as Cal’s hands go to your waist and he kisses you, “good luck Princess.” he grins

-he even gives your ass a little pat as you turn to go to stage

-being so fucking distracted during your performance?!

-planning your revenge

-when you get off stage you grab Cal’s face and just press your body completely against him, his hand goes down to your bum and you know you’re having the effect you wanted, he lets out a groan and you pull away with a wink, “good luck Cal.”

-dancing away before he can grab you

-”man she has you whipped.” Ashton laughs. “she does not.” Cal insists. Michael laughs, “little Hood would beg to differ mate.” “fuck.”

-he has to take a breather before going on stage and when he goes on he’s just so sexually frustrated from you

-i mean, he’s been wanting to make a move for ages and now he has to wait just a little longer and it’s driving him insane

-as soon as the set is done he’s first off stage, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the back of the venue to get into a van, “what about the others?” you ask, “they’ll get another car.” he insists

-his hand on your upper thigh the whole ride and you can tell by that sexy jaw clench that he’s just as messed up as you are

-not really saying anything but that’s okay, you’re used to comfortable silences by now

-the car stops and the two of you go into the hotel, he lets go of your hand and stands a little bit away from you in the elevator and you kinda know… like, if you were touching, you wouldn’t be able to stop

-his self control is surprising you

-your self control is surprising him

-he pulls out a key card and lets you into the hotel room, closing the door behind the two of you

-your heart is beating so fast. i mean, you both know what’s going to happen and you’ve been waiting for ages and holy fuck he looks so good, still in his concert outfit, a little sweaty but yummy af

-you turn to look at him, he’s leaning back against the door watching you

-”you have no idea how fucking sexy you look when you’re on stage singing.” he states

-you laugh, “i’d be lucky to be even half as sexy on stage as you are.”

-”come here.”

-following his command slowly

-one hand comes up to stroke your cheek as the other goes to the small of your back

-”and that fucking voice when you’re singing.” he whispers, eyes dragging over your face

-”do you wanna make me sing Cal?” you tease

-”wanna make you scream.”

-(i have shooketh myself at this line i need a moment or a cold shower fuck)

-crashing your lips together as he moves you so your back is pressed against the door

-he pins your hands above your head as his fingers explore the skin of your stomach under your shirt

-he loves your neck

-finding your sweet spot that’s making you moan

-he groans at your sounds

-it’s hot, sexy, lots of groaning, hands going everywhere, grinding, groping, biting, soft kisses on marked skin

-he’s rough and passionate and he definitely lives up to his word

-you’re sure your whole floor knows the name Calum fucking Hood

-lots of swearing

-begging because yes please

-laying next to each other staring at the ceiling afterwards, both of you breathing heavily

-”do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

-”yeah.”

-both of you laughing as he pulls you against his chest

-”wanna go again?”

-”yeah.”

-you both are very aware that you won’t be in a hotel again for a few days

-so you make the most of it

-the first time was passionate and rough

-the second time is rougher, we’re talking choking with the rings on his fingers biting against your flesh, all the good stuff

-the third time is more lazy, with sweet kisses and giggling

-the fourth time is slow as fuck, with kisses everywhere and slow thrusts

-the fifth time gets interrupted by Ashton banging on the door telling you it’s time for you guys to explore the city

-wearing one of Cal’s hoodies

-clutching each other while you’re out and about, his hands in his pockets while you hang onto his arm

-the two of you being so cute

-paparazzi taking pictures

-getting ready for the concert and it takes forever because Calum keeps wanting to take of the clothes that you keep putting on

-he pouts and of course you give in

-but you make him wait patiently and come back into the room wearing just his glittery jacket

-he melts on the spot

-super quickies because you’re so hot

-wearing his jackets becoming a thing for pre concert sex because hot fucking damn

-and then they smell like you when he’s on stage

-Cal is super private and its tough because you’re already in the spotlight too so you guys get papped everywhere you go

-Cal hearing you singing Amnesia in the shower and he just has to do a duet with you

-so at a concert they do the entire set and Calum asks the crowd if they want you to come back on so you can do a duet and of course the fandom does so you go on and the two of you sing it

-it being so amazing and it’s so cute and you guys just stare at each other the entire time

-holding hands when you walk off stage

-the picture blows up online

-and so do many videos of the duet

-falling asleep that night against Cal’s chest and he posts a picture of you two on instagram to make it official

-waking up and Cal’s gone with a note that says he wanted to let you sleep and he’s out with the boys

-opening your phone to see the instagram post and melting because it’s a huge step

-making sure Cal gets a nice dirty present when he comes back to the hotel from being with the boys

-just a lot of the two of you exploring cities together

-wearing his hoodies and his beanies

-long kisses

-still stopping on night bus rides and looking at the stars

-going clubbing sometimes after concerts and the two of you do way too much dirty dancing and PDA where no paps can take pictures

-you and Cal being all over twitter

-people totally had shipping wars when you were just the 5sos opener so people who shipped you and Cal are triumphant and celebrating

-your ship name being everywhere

-so many old pictures of you and Cal from back when you were just friends

-conspiracy theories that you were together since the beginning

-Calum getting asked about you in interviews

-he has such a huge grin every time you’re brought up

-the boys teasing the shit out of him

-”he was whipped from day one.”

-getting caught a lot by the band

-Cal gets protective of you and will cover your body with his but will definitely continue as soon as they’re gone

-can you imagine if the dressing team makes you something to match Calum one night? wow

-or maybe even wearing his jacket and then swapping it to him as he goes on stage

-”give it up for my girlfriend Y/N!”

-he winks at you a lot from stage

-messing up his hair before he goes on stage and the stylists rolling their eyes at you

-face timing Duke with the person he’s staying with and Cal introduces you as his new Mommy. can you even imagine.

-so i’m in love with Calum Hood fam.