#and i’m sure it’s bc i haven’t been counting??? babygirl i don’t know

[fizzytoo]

i’m trying to crochet a book sleeve and baby you’d think it’d be easy

[golbrocklovely]

mind in the gutter // colby brock

A/N: hey... so i haven’t done a blurb/one shot in such a long time. this wasn’t requested by anyone, this is just something i thought of. i know a lot of you are probably waiting for the next chapter of the chosen daughter, only the lonely survive, or the sequel for gyhab but i’m kind holding off on that rn bc i’m not in the mood to write something for them. i kinda just want to write some stuff i’ve had in mind for a while now. that being said... this is probably one of the dirtiest things i’ve ever written... so enjoy ;)

title from song ‘mind in the gutter’ by chris crocker

trigger warning: SMUT, cursing, mentions of being 'slutty’, graphic language

word count: 1145

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There were a lot of perks to dating Colby. He was the sweetest and kindest person I had ever met, and the best boyfriend I ever had. He cared about me a lot, always made sure I was comfortable, and made me feel so loved. I couldn't ask for more.

And as much as I loved his personality, I also loved his looks.

Calling him hot was an understatement most days. He just had a way of making me horny within seconds, and he didn't even have to do much for me to instantly want him.

Today was one of those days.

We were all hanging out at the new Trap House. I was relaxing under the shade of the tiki bar, watching him and Sam jump into the pool, trying to do flips.

The way his bathing suit clung to his thighs... his hair wet and pushed back... his gorgeous smile as he laughed.

Fuck. Me.

I felt myself blush at my thoughts. I don't think this was the time or place to be getting turned on by him. Literally all of his roommates were here. Tara and Kat were too, tanning under the sun in some lounge chairs.

But I couldn't help it.

All I could think about was him coming over here and fucking me against the bar. I could almost feel him slamming into me repeatedly, spanking my ass and pulling my hair as I screamed out his name.

"Woah... okay, even that was a little much." I murmured to myself, stepping back from the bar. I turned around and pulled an ice-cold water bottle out of the cooler, ripping open the top and chugging it.

As I spun back around, I gazed over at Colby. His eyes caught mine, a light smile came to his lips. He slowly climbed out of the pool, grabbing a towel and drying his hair and chest off. I watched as he strutted over to me, causing me to bite my lip.

Damn, he is fucking fine.

"Hey babe. Whatchu staring at?" Colby chuckled, stepping into the tiki bar. He rubbed the towel into the side of his hair.

I shrugged, checking him out. "Just admiring the view."

Colby sassed, lowering the towel. "Oh? You like what you see?"

"Definitely." I whispered, pulling the towel. His feet followed. Once he was close, I leaned up and kissed him deeply. My hands snaked up his torso, landing on his neck and pulling him in closer. He hummed against my mouth.

He backed up, ending the kiss too soon. "What was that for?"

"I don't know. I'm just in one of those moods." I replied, my hands drifting to my sides.

"What kind of mood?" Colby asked.

"The kind where all I want you to do is fuck me." I stated bluntly.

He choked. "Uhh... what?"

"You heard me." I teased.

"You... you can't say shit like that, baby." He sighed.

"Why?" I taunted.

"Because how am I supposed to hear that and not get turned on?" His pupils dilated as he closed the gap between us.

I gazed up and down his torso, memorizing the curves of his hips and abs. The way his v-lines dipped low made my mouth water. I could feel my breathing quicken as I stared at his chest and neck, still wet from the pool. All I could think about was sucking on his neck and nipping at his collarbone.

"I want you to take me. Right now." I responded breathlessly.

Colby's eyebrows raised, his hands landing on my waist. "Where? Here?"

"Sure. Where ever you want me. Fuck me in front of everybody. Let them know how good you give it to me." I uttered, gripping his forearms.

He groaned, dropping his head. "Babe."

"I really need you, Colby. Please. I'm fucking dripping for you." I pled.

His eyes darkened at my words, his voice low and deep. "Are you?"

I nodded. "Please, just touch me. I need some relief."

"What about-" He started.

"No one can see us in here. Please fuck me with your fingers. I need them. I need you." I huffed desperately, my hands cupping his face and bringing it close to mine.

"Fuck." Colby looked around, realizing none of his friends were even paying attention to us. He slid his fingers into my bathing suit, finding my clit instantly.

I whimpered as his thumb massaged my clit, his middle and ring slowly slipping into me.

"Fuck, you're soaked." He gasped.

I swallowed, holding back a moan. "I told you. I've been thinking about you all day."

"You have?" His eyes landed on mine.

"Yeah. God, Colby. Everything you do is so fucking sexy." I confessed.

Colby sped up his fingers' pace, his eyes glancing away for a moment to look at everyone behind us. "So you've been here getting turned on by me without me even doing anything to you?"

"Yessss. Shit, baby, you’re so good with your hands." I trembled, my nails digging into his neck.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He hissed.

I panted. "Yes."

"Right here? Is that how desperate you are for me?" Colby growled.

I moaned. "Mm-Hmm."

"You'd let me fuck you while everyone can see us?" He smirked.

"Y-yeah." I stuttered, holding back sounds that wanted to escape my lips.

"Do you know how slutty and hot you sound? …All because you want my cock." Biting his lip and speeding up his fingers, he slipped them into my dripping pussy faster and faster.

"Baby, please take me. I know you want me." I glided my hand down to his growing bulge, rubbing him through his bathing suit.

He snatched my hand away, holding it down against the bar behind me. "I'm gonna make you cum first. Then I'm gonna take you inside and fuck you until you can't walk."

"God, that's all I want." I begged.

He questioned. "How close are you?"

"I'm right fucking there." I admitted passionately.

"I can't wait to pound this tight cunt of yours. I gonna make you cum so hard." Colby grunted, his fingers thrusting into me harder and harder.

"Fuck, oh my God." I cried out, trying not to be loud as I edged.

"Make any noise and everyone will know you're cumming around my fingers. Is that what you want, baby?" He dared cockily, curling his fingers and hitting my sweet spot.

I whined, bucking my hips against his hand. "God, I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me babygirl."

Colby pushed himself up against me, his fingers going even deeper as I came. My body quaked and shivered against him, biting my lip hard to hold back from screaming. I gripped his shoulders tight, almost unable to hold myself up.

As my orgasm started to subside, Colby pressed his lips to my ear.

"Go upstairs and get ready for me."

| part two >>

[marvxlousqueen]

Warren Worthington- Training Partners (smut)

Summary: Imagine getting paired up with Warren during training and things get heated ;)  this is post-apocalypse like warren’s a student now 

the reader’s mutation isn’t actually stated bc I figured y’all would want to choose what it is :)

warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), no condom (whoops), warren being hot as fuck ugh, cussing 

word count: a little over 2k

Read Part 2 here!

this is also the first time I’ve ever written smut so please forgive me if it’s bad and forgive me if it’s not accurate to what sex is like bc i’m a whole ass virgin :)

Warren Worthington, in (y/n)’s opinion, was one of the most intimidating mutants she had ever met. He had a darkness about him ever since he enrolled in Xavier’s school for mutants. He had been accepted following the “incident” with Apocalypse. Since he had been fighting against many of the current x-men, a lot of students still felt weary of him. Even though he kept his head down he was still frightening to many students. 

(Y/n) agreed with this. Everything from the way he walked down the hallways with his wings out to the way he ate lunch alone made her nervous around him. 

It was 3:00 on a Thursday afternoon as (y/n), Jean, and Jubilee made their way to training with Raven. Their training class was smaller than most, but more experienced. Almost all of them had been in the Apocalypse battle and others had been fighting since before then. In the class was Peter, Scott, Kurt, Jean, Jubilee, Ororo, (y/n), and Warren. (Y/n) felt less uneasy around Ororo compared to how she felt around Warren. Ororo had helped them win the battle against Apocalypse and since she became a student she had warmed up to everyone, even hanging out with Jean, (Y/n), and Jubilee outside of school occasionally. 

Training usually took about 2 hours. Raven would demonstrate new moves or techniques and trainees would go off into their pairs to practice while Raven would walk around and critique. On Fridays they would have fight circles and practice fast paced fights. (Y/n) usually partnered with Jubilee since they’ve have known each other for so long. Jean would go off with Scott, Peter with Kurt, and Warren with Ororo since they became close during the whole incident. 

Class started with a good ten minutes of stretching and pep-talks, along with some words of battle strategy from Raven. “Today is about facing the unexpected. You’ve all gotten too used to your partners. You know them too well. In a real fight you never know what you’re up against. We need to try and simulate that here by drawing random partners for today’s training.”

(Y/n)’s heart dropped. She really enjoyed training with Jubilee. It always gave them time to catch up and gossip, plus if she messed up she didn’t feel embarrassed. (Y/n) had fought with the others before. Peter was too fast and she hated training with him. Kurt was all over the place and made her head hurt. Scott was always afraid to hit her because he’s a “gentleman” (his words) and doesn’t like to take the first hit. Jean would just lift (y/n) and throw her back down until she tapped out. Ororo would use her wind to keep (y/n) down on the mat. Warren-- actually, (y/n) thought, I haven’t fought with Warren before.

She was scared that she might have to. His wings were sharp and big, the chip on his shoulder even bigger. She didn’t want to face him in a fight ever again. Raven grabbed an old baseball cap that was filled with little bits of paper. “We’re doing this completely random so no complaining, okay?” She grabbed the first two names from the hat. “Kurt and Jubilee.” Jubilee squeezed (Y/n)’s arm, “I’ll miss you. Don’t get too beat up without me!” She laughed as she walked off with Kurt. Raven continued with the names, “Jean and Peter. Scott and Ororo.”

Oh God, (y/n) thought, who’s left? oh my god please kill me now. “(y/n) and Warren.” Warren looked up from the ground at the sound of his name. His eyes landed on (y/n)’s face, no expression on his. She stared back for a moment before taking the rest of him in. He always trained shirtless seeing as how he could barely get a shirt over his metal wings. She the scars across his body, like bolts of lightning. Suddenly his eyes dropped and he turned around, making his way to the back mat. (y/n) hesitated to followed. Before she did she looked to Jubilee who had a “oof don’t get killed” look on her face. Jubilee warily raised her hand into a thumbs up, the worried look not leaving her face. 

“Thanks, Jubz. Very encouraging.” She just shrugged and went back into her training with Kurt. (Y/n) slowly dragged her feet toward Warren’s mat. He always trained back here. He didn’t like anyone seeing him so he hid out in the shadows. (Y/n) dropped her bag down and took a sip of water, trying to mentally prepare herself for the ass-whooping she was about to receive from Warren. 

Let’s just say (Y/n)’s mutation wasn’t anything that special, especially not in terms of combat help, but she had been a student for quite some time and Raven and Charles both agreed she needed to be able to use hand to hand combat successfully. “You ready to start?” 

(Y/n) jumped at Warren’s words. He had never spoken to her. She had barely ever heard him speak at all, just a few time to Ororo or Raven during training. She nodded and got into a fighting stance, putting her legs apart, left foot in front of her right one so that she could easily kick with her right one. Warren was standing straight. He spread his wings out to their full length (at least an 8 foot wingspan). They looked even scarier in the crappy gymnasium lighting. 

He started towards her, leaping into the air. (Y/n) dived under him and ended up on the other side of the mat. Warren landed and turned back to her. Her heart was already racing and she wanted to throw up from nerves. He lunged at her again and this time she reacted with a right roundhouse kick to his head, but instead he grabbed her leg and yanked her off her footing. She went down, accidentally pulling Warren down with her. Her back hit the mat and Warren’s head hit hers. 

“Ow fuck!” He looked up while rubbing his forehead and met her eyes. He stayed like that for a moment, not moving off of her but just taking her in. “Are you going to get off of me?” (Y/n) surprised herself with the confident tone she used towards him, but she tried to not show it. This made him crack a smile, “you really want me to?” His smile changing into a small smirk as his eyes travelled south, down her body. (Y/n)’s eyes widened at the comment, “I-um.. yeah get off.” 

“Your choice, babygirl.” He stood up and offered his hand. (Y/n) didn’t take it, choosing instead to help herself. “What.. what did you call me?” Warren laughed a small low laugh, smirking again. “You heard me. And I know you liked it.” (Y/n) scoffed under her breath, “Just stop. We’re supposed to be training.” She backed up a few steps, steadied herself, and ran at him again. She used the leg sweep that Raven had taught her yesterday. One problem with that is that Warren can just jump into the air and stay there because of his wings. 

This is why you need to evaluate the enemy, (Y/n), god. And stop thinking about what he said just pay attention, she yelled at herself. Warren came down from the air and knocked her over, once again on top of her. He seems to really like this position. That thought made (y/n) blush, which didn’t go unnoticed by Warren. “You’re a little shy, huh, babygirl?” He moved his mouth closer to her ear, “I’m sure I could get you to open up.” He moved down and kissed (Y/n)’s neck quickly before climbing off her, walking off the mat to get a drink of water. (Y/n) stayed where she was on the mat for a moment, burning red in the face and starting to feel a burning somewhere else. 

Raven had noticed her on the floor and jogged over, “(Y/n), you okay? Need first aid?” She shook her head and jumped up, “No- I’m uh- I’m fine just a little dizzy. You think I could skip out early? I think I’m too dehydrated to be training right now.” Raven looked her over, eyebrows furrowed. “Fine. Go get some rest and be ready for tomorrow’s training.” (Y/n) nodded and shuffle off the mat, pulling on a pair of sweatpants over her small training shorts. She grabbed her gym bag and quickly slipped on her tennis shoes, wanting to get away from Warren as fast as possible before he could make her red again. She quickly turned to walk out, but bumped right into Warren’s bare chest. 

“Leaving so soon?” He took (Y/n)’s gym bag from her shoulder and put it on his. “I’ll walk you to your room.” (Y/n) shook her head, “You don’t need to do that, Warren.” He started walking out of the gym anyways so she ran to catch up. Once she was next to him he slowed down again, trying to cherish the time next to her. Her shoulder touching his occasionally as they walked. He was in shock with himself for how he acted during training. He never talks to anyone, but to be able to talk like that to her. He’s surprised he didn’t get choked up. At least she seemed to enjoy that dirty talk. I mean she was really blushing, right?, Warren thought. 

(Y/n) was focused on looking anywhere else until they got into the main building where she could speed off to her room. They turned into her hallway and she pushed open her door, turning around to take the bag from Warren, but instead he made his way into her room and set it down on her desk. “Nice room. Looks cozy. Good size bed too.” He faced her and she noticed his face was a little red. Her’s began to heat up too, catching on to what he was trying to say. He stepped towards her, a bit of hesitation in his walk as he looked down to her lips. Finally he closed the gap, his mouth on hers. Their lips moved against each other and he backed her up toward the bed.

He fell on top of her, chest against chest as his hands went to her waist, playing with the band to her sweats. She started to kick them off before he helped her pull them off. Then he went to pull down her shorts from underneath them while she worked on his. Once she was just in her panties and her tank top, his hands went to pull it over her head. She pulled off her sports bra and Warren froze a little. Even covered in sweat from an afternoon of training she still looked beautiful. “What?” she asked. He’s eyes left her breasts and went up to her face. “Sorry. You’re just- just really pretty.” 

“Oh. I-um. Thank-thank you.” He gave her a little nod before he moved his lips to her neck. He kissed and sucked at her sweet skin hoping to leave his mark. A gasp left her lips that spurred him on. He made his way down her body. Worshipping it with kisses, licks, and love bites. He kissed down the valley of her breasts and then began to play with the waistband of her panties. His eyes looked up to hers, asking for permission, to which she nodded and put her head back down on the bed. He slid down her underwear and spread her legs. He didn’t hesitate to puts his lips on her pussy. He moved his mouth up to suck her clit while he brought a finger to her and pushed it in.

“Fuck! Warren-uhh,” she moaned. He moved his tongue down between her folds, pulled out his finger and replaced it with his tongue. He fucked her with his tongue and she grinded on his face. “Oh fu-fuck! Warren- I’m gonna- oh! I’m-” He felt her tighten around his tongue, thighs squeezing against his head. He pulled away from her and moved back up to her face. “I only want you coming on my cock, okay, babygirl?” He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and push in with one swift movement. “Shit- you’re so tight-fuck!”

Her hands went up into Warren’s hair as he pulled out and pushed back in with more force. “Warren! fuck-” He kept thrusting into her, harder and harder each time. She scratched at his scalp, desperate for something to hold on to. His hips banged into hers harder and harder. His dick began to twitch inside of her. “Fuck (y/n)-” He kept thrusting, hitting her sweet spot perfectly as he moved to suck on her neck. 

“Warren I’m almost there-I’m- uh!”  A wave of pleasure hit her as the coil in her stomach exploded. He kept thrusting as her orgasm washed over her. “Fuck (y/n) ! shit almost! I-” He bit down on her neck and his hips gave on final thrust and he filled her up. His wings stretched all the way out as he came. The image was the most gorgeous thing (Y/n) had ever seen. 

After a moment he slowly pulled out of her, making sure to be gentle. He moved and laid next to her. “You good?” he asked, turning to look at her. She met his eyes and nodded, “Yeah I’m fine-but I, um, I don’t usually do that kind of thing.”

“yeah no neither do I..” He kept his eyes on her face and leaned in to kiss her once more, softer this time. “But I’m happy we did.”

[new-to-this123]

Boy Or Girl?

As per requested

hi could i request a scenario with montgomery where he and reader are older and they’re arguing about the gender of their baby bc he thinks it’s a girl but she thinks it’s a boy(which the baby does end up being)? sorry if this was too long

Monty X Reader

Warning: none

Word Count: 1383

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You had been dating Montgomery De La Cruz since senior year. Now ten years later, you were married. Monty was a professional baseball player, you were a lawyer. You had a six year old son named Jeffrey and a four year old daughter named Mia. Your guys life was busy. You never thought of having more kids. You had both agreed on two, and with Monty being gone every now and then from February-October, and you always being in the office, it was hard to plan having more kids. Why would you need more anyways? You had one of each. Everything was perfect.

One morning you woke feeling terrible. You layed in bed looking up at the ceiling, not wanting to move in fear of puking.

“baby you OK?” monty asked turning on his side putting his arm around you.

“no don't move the bed. I feel sick” you snapped

Monty got out the bed and grabbed the little garbage can you had in your bathroom. At soon as he had it near you, you started puking. Monty held your hair back and rubbed your back.

“did you eat something that's not agreeing with you?”

“I don't know.” you answered lifting your head up from the garbage can.

You thought for a minute.

“oh my god.” you said looking at Monty with a blank face. Montys face dropped and turned white.

“what?”

“I haven't had my period this month or last. It just clicked in. I've been so busy with the kids and work that it never dawned on me.”

Monty just stared at you not sure what to say.

You both sat in silence for a few minutes.

“did you want me to go get a test?” monty asked you

“sure”.you said standing up. “I'll get breakfast ready for the kids and us while you're out.

“I'll take Mia with me and Jeff can help you with breakfast.” Monty replied smiling.

You giggled and went downstairs to see you children laying on either side of the couch watching tv.

“Mia wanna come with daddy to the store?” Monty asked as mia ran into his arms.

“Can i get a surprise?” she asked

“Of course babygirl” monty replied kissing her head, spinning with her in his arms.

“She's got you wrapped around her finger”  Jeffrey exclaimed sitting up from the couch

You and monty both started laughing.

“And you kind sir have your mother wrapped around your finger” monty said laughing pointing at jeff.

Jeffery stood up and walked over to you and hugged you tightly and smiled. “I sure do”

“If you’re buying Mia something get something for Jeff too” you told your husband as he walked out the house daughter in hand.

“That was the plan babe”

You ans Jeff walked into the kitchen

“What we making mom?” Jeff asked with a big smile

“What do you want?”

“Pancakes”

You and jeffery made pancakes for everyone. Just as you were plating everything, Monty and Mia walked in.

“Look at the dress daddy bought me” She ran to you and jeff and showed you guys her new princess dress.

“And a monster truck for jeffrey. Mia said you wanted it.” Monty said giving jeff his monster truck

“THANK YOU DADDY!!!!!!” He screamed and jumped up and down.

You ate together as a family. Once the dishes were in the dishwasher, and the kids were playing, you and monty walked up to your room.

“Oh man i'm so nervous” you told monty as you went to the washroom.

Monty handed you the stick and walked out. You peed on the stick, put the cap back on. And put it on the counter and set your two minute timer on your phone. You walked out and sat on the bed beside monty.

“babe it's fine. We are financially stable to afford another kid. And i mean come on another girl would be great.” Monty said grabbing your hands.

“Haha thanks. But it's totally a boy if i'm pregnant. With mia i never got sick in the morning.”

You both laughed.

Beep Beep Bep

You both stood up nervously walking to the washroom. You grabbed the stick and laughed.

“It's totally a boy”

“Its positive??” monty asked with excitement

You shook your head yes

Monty picked you up and spun you around.

“Oh my god babe we're gonna be parents again!! And to a beautiful baby girl”

“Haha we should call the doctor's office to make an appointment for an ultrasound.” you smiled.

You called the doctor's office and made an appointment for an ultrasound in a months time. In the month of waiting you and monty kept arguing over whether or not you were going to have a girl or boy. You went for the ultrasound and found out you were five months pregnant. When the lady went to look for the gender, the baby had its legs crossed and refused to show its gender. You both laughed.

“We should have a party to tell our friends and family” Monty suggested.

“Sure why not” You said

Even though you were five months pregnant you didn't look pregnant at all.

A week later you had everything set up in the house. When you invited your friends and family you all laughed and said it was just a casual party.

“Your parents arrived two hours early to help you guys set up.”

“Hello Miss Atkins- De La Cruz.” scott said walking into your house hugging you. Scott and Monty did everything together since high school. They even played for the same baseball team. He was part of the family. Your kids called him uncle Scotty.

“Hello scott.” you laughed.

“Y/N!!!!” Jessica and Sherri yelled as they walked into your house.

“Jess, Sherri” you yelled back group hugging the two girls.

All of your friends from high school showed up and the family you had invited. You all ate and were getting ready to eat dessert when you and monty decided it was time to tell people.

“So today isn't just a party. It's a celebration.” you exclaimed to everyone.

“Y/N PREGNANT!!!!!!” Monty yelled! “I'M GONNA BE A DAD AGAIN!!!”

All the guys jumped on monty and screamed with joy. The girls all yelled. Your parents screamed and hugged you hard.

“Monty Hardly ever home and still got moves” Zach laughed.

“How far are you?” Your mother asked

“Five month”

“WHAT???” everyone said in unison.

“Ok ok ok I got this” scott started “we are taking bets. Money will obviously go to Y/N and Monty for the new baby, but Bets On the gender!”

Justin came back with two jars he had found in your cupboards.

“Bets for boy bets for girl.” scott showed the two jars “Mom and dad go first” he said pointing to you and monty

“GIRL” monty screamed putting 10$ into the girl jar

“BOY” you screamed putting 10$  into the boy jar.

“Jeffrey Mia come here” scott called them over.

“So mommy has a baby in her belly. Is it gonna be a boy or a girl” scott asked the kids

“I want a brother” jeffery replied

“I want a sister so i can play dress up with her”  Mia answered

Scott laughed and placed 10$ into each jar.

“Funny how Jeff is a mommys boy and Mia is a daddy's girl and they have the same vote as their parents” clay chipped in.

“That's because jeffrey takes after his mother and is smart!” you smiled.

The jars were pretty even.

During the remaining four months of your pregnancy Monty would tell everyone he was sure it was a girl. You told everyone it was a boy. You had the same agreement as before, if its a girl monty chooses the name if its a boy, you chose. Monty had chosen the name McKenna. You had chosen the name Jakob.

‘One last push Y/N and it'll be out” The doctor said. You pushed hard and suddenly you heard a baby cry.

“Congratulations on the baby boy” the doctors said placing baby Jakob on your chest.

“Haha i was right” you said looking at monty tears in your eyes.  Both you and monty were crying happy tears. You couldn't be happier to welcome another child into your family.

[girlfriendkisses]

1-49 please !! the ones you’re comfy with/want to answer 💕

1. If you didn’t have to worry about money, what would your sex toy collection look like?

I think those big fancy vibrators and that cool super adaptive bed which I don’t think counts but I think it’s sexy so it counts

2. If your body was indestructible, what things would you do?

Lmao get fucked. I’m starting to stretch myself out again which is a process but going quicker this time but I would like to be normal and just like you know be ready. Guess I just need someone to finger me regularly for medical reasons ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

3. What kinks do you like in theory, but not in practice?

Well I mean I have darker kinks that are just for fan fiction purposes that would be not good in real life but like that about it. Oh I really like public sex but like we are anxious people so probably wouldn’t go down well

4. What’s your favorite physical sensation?

Interesting question, I like it when people play with my hair and like trace my back and arms. It tickes really nice when my bf touches my neck.

5. Have you ever gotten off to a TV show or movie?

As a kid I would watch the sex scene from my step mother is an alien on repeat and I think that counts.

6. What kinks do you wish you liked more?

I wish it was easier for me to be more dominant naturally! I like it but there are steps that get me into the mood or get me comfy. With time it will improve tho 😤

8. What would be the gender-makeup of your dream threesome?

I think that were too possessive for that. And gender makeup is weird phrase. Thorin oakenshield and thirteen only.

10. Do you enjoy taking/sending nudes?

I am pretty exhibitiony and I like to be looked at and admired so yeah I’m very into sending nudes

12. Would you be a stripper and/or visit a strip club?

No but I would dance for my bf and look like an idiot doing it

13. If other people weren’t an issue, what public place would you want to fuck?

Literally everywhere, if it were not an issue I would fuck absolutely anywhere. And when I’m drunk/high I really do not care. Was at a party once and had to physically restrain myself from sucking my bfs fingers.

14. What would you change about your sex life?

The time intervals in between it happening probably. It’s rlly hard for me to practice and get better when I only have sex a handful of times a year 😞 miss my bf

15. How fast do you cum? What’s your record?

I think I’ve only really orgasm’d like twice that I can remember, both had to be assisted. But like getting to the point I’m chill with stopping is like 5-10 minutes

16. Would you ever go to a Kink convention?

Yeah I went to one early this year/late last year (can’t remember) and that was fun; not for a full convention tho, just like a day

17. Do you consider yourself part of the BDSM community?

Not anymore no, I don’t really Interact with a community .

19. Whats your favorite type of porn? (Gifs, videos, audios, animated, erotica, etc)

Fan fiction mostly, I like comics too and sometimes porn when I’m really having a hard time but it takes a while to find what I like

20. If you could have sex on any drug with no repercussions, what would it be?

Shrooms probably, I’m scared of chemical drugs

21. Would you fuck any of your exes?

Yeah! My last ex for sure. Get it babe, Bc it’s you

22. Favorite after-sex food?

My bfs Pus*y , or like his Diet Coke, chocolate cake and grilled cheese

23. What’s your favorite room in the house to fuck?

Bedroom or living room

24. What was your first kink?

Medical experimentation via gummy bear aliens

25. Do you like being scratched/scratching your partner?

Yes very much so both ways; keeping the right amount of nail is key

26. How much pain do you like during sex?

I like spanking a lot 🥰 my birthday spanks were fun ; I don’t really know because I haven’t tested it

27. How long can you keep a sexting convo going?

Pretty long ! I mean I have years long rps going but I don’t really think that counts because that’s just writing and I don’t really get off to it . I used to spend like whole weekends just sexting in my prime

28. What’s your favorite sex story to tell?

Well on principle it’s the time I fingered a girl in a tree because it was in a tree or annual New Years sex on the beach for like 4 years, just because like cool stories to tell. But I personally like to think about when my bf would play with my pussy under the blanket when my roommate was home

29. On a scale of 1-10, how kinky would you say you are and why?

In theory I’m an 8 but I haven’t had time to test it out

30. Have you ever cried during and/or after sex?

I cried during my first orgasm which was a fun time . And other times I have cried also

31. Do you like to dress slutty in public?

I do! But people are weird so I do not anymore. I like to go out looking hot but going without bf is just asking for issues

32. What’s your favorite thing to do to someone else?

Ah well I have an oral fixation and I really like to finger my boyfriend while I suck him off, quickest way to get him off and he gets the loudest 🥰

33. Are you into temp play, and if so, do you prefer cold or hot? (ice or candle wax, etc?)

I like wax play a lot! I tried ice and it was not m thing but the wax was nice

35. What’s the highest age you would sleep with?

Doesn’t really matter but probably late 30s or it would just get weird

36. Do you like cucking? In either position?

Nope nope nope ; do not touch them. However I thought about making my ex boyfriends watch me with my daddy but I am just like that

37. Could you get off on your own porn/nudes?

Okay embarrassing but yes actually I have jacked off to my own porn videos

39. What’s your daily orgasm record?

My Jack off record is probably 10+ times in one day

40. Can you have sex when you’re sick?

No not really, due to the breathing and the dizziness, at least I really can’t be an active participant

41. What’s your least favorite thing about sex?

The joint pain afterwards but that is any activity

42. Do your friends know about your kinks/sex life?

I mean yeah but a lot of people think that I am only baby and cannot top which is false because I can and will . And I make too many sex jokes for my friends to not know I’m kinky

43. In your opinion, what kinks are overhyped?

Lmao punishment and like handcuffs , I like rules a lot but like being afraid if you break them shouldn’t be apart of kink imo

46. What is your favorite way to tease and/or be teased?

I like anticipation type stuff, denial until someone asks me for what they want or breaks and just takes it 😳✌🏻 light teasing touches and stuff

And being teased I don’t really know I like touches over underwear under clothes and if you touch me or say things to me in public or just during the day I will be absolutely soaked by the time we get home/mess around and that’s facts

47. Bra or no bra?

I have no choice

48. Do you like being naked during sex? What about causally?

It’s hard for me to be naked, I haven’t really been fully naked with anyone besides my bf but it’s something Im working on. Ass out at all times tho

49. What is your favorite thing to hear during sex?

Well I like it when my bf calls me babygirl and um I like the noises he makes. Especially the noises he makes when I’m fucking him or he’s getting off on my ass because I’m like yay I’m glad he’s having fun and it is sexy

I can’t remember anything else really but I am a big fan of dirty talk so I hope there is more of it in the future but I know I have problems talking when I’m feeling good

[imaginefan]

Past Premonition

Theo Raeken X Reader 

Word Count: 384

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you do a readerxtheo story, where the reader and Theo were spooning and she wakes up really afraid (bc she has a dream/vision that someone's gonna take her and some of her visions come true) and she keep whisper/calling out to Theo " baby I'm scared" and he finally wakes up after she shakes him for a little and checks everything out and nothings there and he cuddles her back to sleep but the vision was a past vision for stiles when he was taken by the ghost riders.

You tried to grab at anything you could as a force dragged you away from everything you knew, you couldn’t even see the force that was pulling you away and before long it all ended and you were sat at a table with Theo. “Oh, Theo.” You smiled and he frowned over at you.

“Sorry, who are you?” He asked. “It’s me (Y/N).” You said. “I’m sorry I don’t know you.” He frowned. “Are you new here I haven’t seen you around.” “What I’ve lived here all my life, we’ve been together for almost a year!” You tried and he just frowned stepping away from you. “Sorry sweetheart I think you got me confused with someone else.” Theo smiled and then started to walk away. “Yeah, I’m sure I did.” You mumbled before everything faded and you realised that it was one of your vision.

Your eyes shot open and you sat up you looked behind you and saw Theo was still behind you, you sighed, he was still here… For now, you were worried though because your dreams or vision came true sometimes. “Theo…” You whispered. He didn’t budge. “Theo!” You tried again. “Theo, baby I’m scared.” You cried shaking him awake. “What’s wrong baby?” He asked. “I don’t know there’s something wrong, I saw something take me.” You answered and Theo nodded getting out of bed. “Wait here okay?” He asked and you nodded. Theo went and check the whole house coming back and finding nothing. “There’s nothing here, nothing to be afraid of.” “Are you sure?” You asked. “I’m sure babygirl.” He answered getting back into bed and pulling you in next to him. “What did you see?” He asked. “Someone was… pulling me away.” You mumbled. “You see who?” Theo asked wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his side rubbing your arm gently. “No. I couldn’t see them, but there was no one around to help.” You explained. “Anything else?” Theo asked. “You didn’t remember who I was.” You answered. “I will never forget you,” Theo mumbled. “But that sound a lot like what happened to Stiles.” “With the ghost riders?” You asked. “Yeah.” He answered. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll keep you safe.” He kissed her head. “I know you will.” You snuggled closer to him.

Requests and general question!

[parkjmini]

Reminisce | 3

Park Jimin “I found myself falling more in love with you as I grew older.” You and Jimin were childhood best friends until you had to move away. As years passed and you both aged, the separation between your friendship deepen and you never heard from him again. More than a decade passed and you suddenly stumble upon the man who you never stopped thinking about. Word Count: 4,210 Italics = flashback (Y/F/N) = Your Full Name

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

I will be updating less frequently bc school is starting again and I know i will not have time to update )): im sorry, but i am tremendously happy for all the love and support for my stories so far

“Why don’t you come back to my place? It’s late and I don’t think you have the keys to your own house. My apartment is only a city over.” The bright digital numbers read 2:08 AM. Jimin’s hands were shoved into his pockets as you both waited for a taxi to drive by.

You sighed, your breath visible in front of you. He was right. You had no way to get into your dad’s house and you were unsure if he was even home. If he was, you didn’t have the heart to wake him up. “You don’t mind?”

“As long as you don’t mind spending another couple of hours with me.” Jimin chuckled and hoisted your suitcases into the arriving vehicle. He followed you into the car and you rested your head against the window. 

You felt something brush against your right hand. You didn’t check what it was because you knew what it was. Jimin’s hand slyly rested under yours and he loosely intertwined your fingers. You blushed and thanked the darkness for concealing the red mess on your cheeks.

Jimin dragged you into the elevator and pulled you to his door when you arrived at his floor. The building was tall and fancy, like one of those hotels your family and Jimin’s family used to stay in on vacations.

“I want to share a room with (Y/N)!” Jimin was nine and you were seven at the time. He was beginning to show signs of growth while you were still very much a child.

Both of your families had planned a trip to Hawaii and stayed at one of those big, expensive hotels with two pools and an ocean view. The carpet was patterned and soft underneath your toes. The beds were big and their sheets smelled like coconut. 

“(Y/N) is a girl and you are a boy, Jimin. A girl needs her own personal space.” Jimin’s father slid the key card into the door of his room. Jimin pouted and wouldn’t let go of your small hand.

He viciously pulled you into the room and helped you up on one of the gigantic mattresses. “Do you want to share a room with me?” He asked you quietly. 

You giggled and hugged him tightly. “Mhm.” You nodded excitedly. You liked being with Jimin. He was your close friend and he made you really happy. At seven, you were unsure what these feelings really meant. You only knew that you wanted him to stay with you.

“Okay, then we will. We can have this bed to ourselves.” He pulled away from the hug and tucked you into the soft covers. He joined you soon after you were set. “Does your mommy give you a kiss goodnight?” 

You nodded and smiled. “Does yours?” He nodded as well. “How about I give you a kiss goodnight and you give me one? I think my mommy is still downstairs and your daddy went to the bathroom.” 

“That sounds good.” Jimin laid down next to you and kissed you on the cheek. “Goodnight, (Y/N).” 

You giggled once more and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, Jimin.” 

Jimin’s apartment was majority empty. If you didn’t know he lived here, you would’ve thought no one lived here at all. His furniture was simple and tidy. The smell of the apartment was his though. It smelled like Jimin’s musky cologne. He tossed his luggage into his room. 

There was only one bedroom and one bathroom. It was comfortable, for him at least. There was no way a group of 3 could live cozy in the small area. 

“I can sleep on the couch. My sheets are washed, so they’re clean. I haven’t touched the bathroom since I left, so it’s clean as well. Make yourself at home, I guess.” He fluffed out the pillows on the small sofa.

“It’s okay. I can sleep on the couch. It’s your house, Jimin. You should be sleeping in your own bed.” You laughed. His eyebrow went up and you knew what he was thinking. Whenever you slept over at his house, you absolutely refused to sleep on the couch. You always slept with Jimin in his bed. 

“You? On the couch? Are you sure?” 

“Positive.” Awkward tension filled the air and you locked yourself in his bathroom to escape it.

The couch was immensely uncomfortable. Without the lights on, his living room was pitch black. You couldn’t adjust your eyes on any source of light. Checking the time, you groaned at the sight of 3:44 AM. Jimin had gone to sleep about 15 minutes ago. It was a long night, so he must’ve fallen asleep. 

You folded the blankets neatly on the sofa and re-positioned the pillows to their previous display. You carefully walked towards his room, trying very hard not to make a sound. His door was open and you saw his breathing figure cuddled up in his white sheets.

His room had no mark of his own. It was like any other room. His bottles of cologne scattered his desk, along with some other products. You tiptoed over to the other edge of his bed. Slowly lifting up the covers, you slid into his warmth. You were tense, afraid that he would wake up. 

After a few seconds of reassurance, you relaxed and closed your eyes. His mattress shaped your body line well, unlike the couch, and you were so ready to drift into your dreams. The entire day was a tiring mess and you were incredibly exhausted.

Suddenly, the bed shifted and Jimin’s body was pressed against your back. His heat engulfed your chilled body and his arm lazily wrapped around your waist. His forehead rested against the back of your shoulder. 

“Took you long enough.” He mumbled. 

You turned around to face him. His eyelids were over his eyes, but his lips were curved up into a smirk. “Were you expecting me or something?”

“Yeah. (Y/F/N) doesn’t settle for the couch.” 

“Did I wake you?” You whispered. Jimin’s eyes slowly fluttered open. You panicked and quickly shut yours. You had to act like you weren’t just admiring his cute sleeping face.

You heard him laugh a little. He grabbed your arms and placed them around his shoulders. You felt his raw skin underneath your fingertips. His strong arms wrapped around your lower waist, pulling you towards him. “No, I was awake waiting for you.”

The moment was very intimate and sweet. You wished he could hold you forever and time would stop to capture this very scene. “I missed you so much.” You blurted out into his collarbone.

“I missed you too, babygirl.” Your heart burned at the name. Everything was confusing. You were unsure how Jimin felt about you, but he knew that you felt something for him. You didn’t know if these simple actions were merely being over analyzed in your head, or if he did feel the same about you. Either way, you loved every second of it. He wasn’t officially yours, but he was all yours right now. 

You’ve always imagine something like this, so you tried to savor every minute of it. You prayed that morning wouldn’t come so soon and the universe was on your side, just for this one time.

You woke up to the sound of someone's ringtone. Jimin turned over to pick up, his warmth escaping you quickly. His deep, raspy morning voice filled the silence.

"Hello?" You groaned quietly at the absence of his arms. Curling back against his body, you pushed your face into the side of his bicep. He welcomed you, casually, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and drawing you close.

"Yeah. I know. I should've called, yeah, I got it. But you knew I was coming back-- alright. Okay, don't be upset." Jimin spoke with annoyance. All the while, he was subconsciously draw small circles on your hip bone.

You peered up at the preoccupied man. His hair represented a birds’ nest, parts of his hair pointing up and his forehead exposed. His eyes were closed, but his phone was pressed closely to his ear. His collarbones pushed against his fair, raw skin. His complexion contrasted the pure white bed sheets. His red lips were plump and pressed together. You had such a strong desire to kiss his beautiful morning state.

However, a woman's voice ranted angrily through the receiver and Jimin was obviously distraught. "I know, Mom. I forgot and I got distracted--"

You impulsively grabbed the phone out of Jimin's hand and pressed it against your ear. Jimin's eyes shot open and he looked puzzling at you. "Hello Mrs.Park, it's (Y/N)! We haven't spoken in such a long time."

She sounded confused, but it slowly registered to her that you were the small girl that was her son's prized companion when he was younger. "My dear, I didn't know you were coming into town! How have you been? It has been so long. How's your mother? Where are you staying?"

She was bombarding you with so many questions. All you wanted was alone time with Jimin, who merely admired your bare face lazily. "I spent the night at Jimin's apartment. I'll catch up with you soon, I'm coming over to see my Dad later today."

"Alright, dear. I'll see you then." You quickly hung up after wishing her a goodbye and threw Jimin's phone somewhere on the plush bed.

"Good morning, sunshine." Jimin greeted.

"Can I kiss you?" You went straight for it. No more beating around the bush. Even if he denied the request, you were still satisfied with the nightly cuddles.

He looked at you, shocked at the sudden question. His lips slowly turned into a smirk and his eyebrow rose, "not even a good morning, kiddo?"

He was back with the platonic nicknames. You sighed and saw your chances were slim. Slightly getting up, you planned on getting ready for the day. However, he pulled you back down and you hovered over him. "Well, aren’t you going to kiss me?" He whispered and you leaned down.

Your heart was beating quickly as you drew closer to his sweet escape. Inexplicable words filled your heart, waiting to burst at any moment. It was finally happening. The kiss that has been harboring for more than a decade. The kiss that the younger you always tried to achieve.

Your lips met, barely grazing on top of one another. His lips soft and plushy. His breath steady against your cheek. It was only a peck, you pulled away fast after contact.

Jimin laughed after the small kiss and drew you into a hug. "That was so cute." He smiled against your temple as your face turned colors. Obviously embarrassed, you buried your head into the blankets. You felt his slobbery kisses paint your forehead. Laughing, you pushed at his chest to stop him. 

He held on tight though. You couldn’t escape his strong arms. Innocent giggles bounced off his bedroom walls. Jimin suddenly came to a halt and blinked at you. “What?” 

“Remember how I use to cheer you up by tickling you?” He inquired. You nodded. Those were torturous, but sweet moments. 

You hated preschool because you always missed your parents. You were one of those kids that cried every morning at drop off. The ones that wrapped their short arms around their mom’s leg and sobbed without caring who heard. 

The grudge that they left you there for the entire day lingered with you. When they picked you up, you’d angrily cross your arms and frown. “You left me there!” You whined.

Everyday after preschool, you needed to pick up Jimin from elementary school. Your mom always used that against you. “If you don’t stop whining, we are not going to see Jimin. We are going to go straight home.”

That only made your lips quiver and you bursting into tears. You eventually caught on that that was never an actual option. You were Jimin’s ride home. 

Even though you were a crying mess every time Jimin entered the car, he always made the effort to cheer you up. To make you laugh at least once was his goal. To do that, that meant he needed to tickle you. He knew all your weak points and tickling you never failed to put a smile on your face.

Jimin greeted your mom happily when he entered your car and buckled up next to your car seat. He sighed, “hello to you too, cry baby.”

“I’m not a cry baby!” You said, while crying. He smiled and spoke over your wails.

“Here comes the tickle monster!” He laughed as he gently tickled your sides. You fell into a fit of giggles and he didn’t stop until hiccups formed. 

“Are you better, kiddo?” The 8 year old boy questioned. You nodded eagerly and the smiles never left your youthful face. “Good. I hate seeing my favorite girl cry. I like it when she smiles.” 

“I meant it when I said I liked seeing you smile.” He picked up your chin and you rolled your eyes. 

“Shut up, Jimin.” You groaned and kicked off the sheets. He followed you into the bathroom and hugged you from behind. He snuggled his head into the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply.

The intimacy continued and you fell crazy into confusion. Then, Jimin’s teeth grazed across your exposed skin and sucked roughly. Your eyes widen at the action as you watched him in the mirror. His eyes were closed and his plump lips wrapped around a small spot on your neck.

“Jimin!” You pushed him away and a deep, purple mark appeared. The prominent mark did not go away no matter how hard you rubbed at it. “I have to go see my dad today!”

“It’s not like he doesn’t know who I am.” He smirked and prepped his toothbrush. 

“Am I suppose to tell him I’m sleeping with you now?” You sarcastically shot at him. 

Shrugging, the nonchalant boy leaned against the door frame watching you frantically trying to rub away the mark. “I mean you did.” 

“Sleep as in I’m hooking up with you.” You rolled your eyes again.

That made him laugh loudly. “We won’t rush into those things.” 

“Jimin, what are you implying?” 

“Nothing. We’re friends, (Y/N). Best Friends.” Jimin emphasized on “best”. 

Disappointment dropped to your stomach. It churned at your foolishness at believing you were something more than that. He was ultimately messing with you, teasing you. However, there was nothing you needed to hide anymore. 

Your secret of your crush was out. You could ask for the wildest things and he’d still allow you to do it. So, you let him have his fun, since he let you have yours. 

“Why do you live in an apartment when your parents live a city away?” You asked as Jimin cruised out of the complex’s parking lot. His car was another representation of his apartment --- neat and empty. The familiar musky scent filled your lungs when you had entered the vehicle. 

“Because the studio I work with is a couple blocks down the street and I can’t bring women home whenever I would like to my parent’s house.” He smirked as he swiftly turned the steering wheel. You two sat in silence for majority of the trip and Jimin had turned on some soft tunes to ease the tension. However, the burning question pondered in your head.  

“So you bring women back to your apartment?” The fact that he brought other women to his apartment irritated you. It was the irrational side of you thinking, letting your crush for him think for you. He was a grown, young man. An attractive young man, who probably gets lonely from time to time. Even if he did say he didn’t have a girlfriend, he never said that he wasn’t sexually active. 

“You jealous?” He chuckled. He drove with one hand on the wheel and his elbow resting on the center console. 

Right on cue, your phone rang. Pilot Kim’s ID flashed on your screen and you looked up to see Jimin eyeing the device from the corner of his eye. “Hello?” 

“Hey (Y/N). It’s me. I was wondering if you’re free later tonight. I still want to treat you to a drink.” The sweet man offered.

“Pilot Kim---”

“Please, call me Taehyung.” He interjected your response.

“Taehyung, I would love to take that offer. However, I am unsure whether my father wants to have dinner with me tonight.” You spoke formally and professionally with him. He was your superior and you needed to respect him.

Jimin fidgeted at your side. He periodically checked your facial expressions as you spoke with Taehyung. Once he heard the deep, husky male voice, he was all ears. 

“Oh I totally understand your visiting family. I’m free all night, even into the later hours.” Taehyung persisted. You bit your lip and failed to find any more excuses.

Jimin casually interrupted you as you both pulled into your old neighborhood, “Do you know if your dad’s home?”

“Jimin!” You scolded him. You wanted Jimin’s existence to be as discreet as possible. You didn’t want to explain anything to any of your colleagues.

“Are you with someone, (Y/N)?” Taehyung asked quickly.

You sighed and glared at the boy with the prized smile on his face, “yeah. I’m with an old friend right now.” 

“Sorry. I’ll leave you alone, but if you are still up for drinks, just hit me up.” 

“Of course, thank you.” You hung up and lightly punched Jimin.

“Ow! What was that for?” He parked into his parent’s driveway and turned off the engine.

“’Do you know if your dad’s home?’” You mocked childishly. Rolling your eyes, you hastily unbuckled your seat belt.

“What? Was he your boyfriend?” 

“No, I told you I don’t have one.” You crossed your arms. 

“Then what’s the big deal?”

“I don’t want to explain to any of my colleagues as to why some guy’s voice randomly appeared in the middle of my phone call with my co worker.” You were about to step out of the car, but Jimin pulled you back in.

“What would you even need to explain?” He urged. You blinked at him for a few moments and soften your hard expression. 

“N-Nothing.” You nervously stammered. You mentally slapped yourself for assuming --- once again --- that you two were anything more than friends.

Sure he knew about your feelings for him, but it didn’t change the fact that you two were not together. 

“I’m sorry, bud. I shouldn’t have rudely interrupted you like that. It’s a bad habit of mine.” Jimin never use to have that habit when you were friends with him. Maybe he adapted it when you left. You didn’t give it much thought because the old Jimin resurfaced. Jimin was always sincere and never wanted to truly upset you. 

You saw that Jimin wasn’t entirely a flirt. Jimin was still there. He was still thriving underneath the new playfulness. So vulnerable and loving.

“It’s okay. I overreacted, like always.” You ruffled his perfect sweep of hair and climbed out of his car. He followed you out and you crossed over to your old house.

“I don’t think he’s home.” You said after ringing the door bell for the third time. A frown evidently appeared on your face and Jimin rubbed your shoulders to console you. 

“He might be at work. Let’s go see my parents first. I bet Mom is dying to see you after knowing your back.” He walked you over and unlocked the doors to his house.

“Mom? Dad? I’m home. I also brought a guest.” He yelled into the empty space. Everything was exactly like how you remembered it. 

The familiar women appeared from their kitchen. She smiled brightly at you and opened her arms to embrace your small figure. Jimin’s mom had aged only slightly. “My dear, my sweet sweet child. You’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young lady.” She tasseled your hair out of your face and caressed your smooth skin.

“Thank you. You still look like how I remembered you, not a day over 30.” You complimented and she laughed happily. 

“I missed you so much. It’s so nice to know you’re back.”

“I won’t be staying for long though.” 

“You’re not?” Both Jimin and his mother asked at the same time. Both with curious and widened eyes.

You nodded and gently squeezed his mother’s hands. “I have to go back in the next 3 days. I’m a flight attendant, so I would need to go back with my airline.” 

“Then what are we doing here hanging out with my mom?” Jimin blurted out and received a small smack on his arm from his mother. 

“A flight attendant, that’s nice. Jimin travels a lot too.” Her smile never leaving her face. Jimin groaned and wrapped his arm around your lower waist. His mother’s eyes followed and stayed at his resting arm.

You uncomfortably wiggled out of his grip, but it didn’t work. “Mom, she doesn’t want to know the boring life I live.” 

“Alright. You can tell her yourself. I’ll stop mentioning it.” She sighed and you hurried to ask about your absent father.

“Do you know when my dad will be home?” 

“He comes home around 5 PM. Are you hungry? I can make your favorite.” She walked back into the kitchen and Jimin dragged you along. 

“I’m fine, thank you.” You declined politely as Jimin hurriedly up the stairs to his old bedroom. It was filled with cardboard boxes and old clothes scattered on the floor. A full mattress sat in the position of his old twin one. “What is this life that you claim is boring, Park Jimin? Getting a new girl every night and traveling does not sound anything along those lines.” 

He plopped onto the springy bed and lazily gazed at you as you spoke. “Have I ever told you I love it when you call me by my full name?” 

“You use to hate it.” You reminded him.

“Park Jimin! Park Jimin!” You blew a raspberry in his grumpy face. 

“My name is Jimin! Stop calling me by my full name!” The young boy demanded.

You crossed your arms, “you don’t pay attention if I call you Jimin. Park Jimin always gets your attention.” 

“That’s because I hate being called by my full name.” Jimin rolled his eyes and walked out of your bedroom.

“I think it sounds catchy.” You smiled and followed after him, singing his name. 

“Stop! I hate it!” He groaned and covered his ears.

“Why? I like it. Park reminds me of the park and how we always have fun at the park. Jimin, hm...uh..” you tapped your chin in thought, “.. it reminds me of you! And how you’re my bestest friend.” 

“Bestest isn’t a word, dummy.” A small smile appeared on his squishy, small face. His anger obviously decreasing. 

“Well, it’s a word to me and that’s what I’m going to use to describe you, Park Jimin.” You sassed and he, in response, tackled you into a big hug.

“Key word, use to.” He clarified. “I also don’t have a new girl every night, that would be too much work.” 

“I didn’t know someone like you needed to put in work.” You shaded him, enough for him to get the message. You wondered around the old room and scanned the past memories on the walls.

“Only slightly.” You scoffed at that answer. 

“Why do you travel so often?” You asked.

“I’m a choreographer, so I travel back and forth a lot.” You stopped and stared at him. 

“You’re a choreographer? What happened to firefighter Jimin?” 

Jimin popped up and walked up to you. “Firefighter Jimin died after he realized he was afraid of fire.” Both of you laughed, the sounds of giggles mixed together harmoniously. “How did you become a flight attendant? What happened to becoming a princess?” 

You scoffed and flicked his forehead. “I found out I really loved travelling after I left here and got on the airplane. I had friends doing it at the time, so I decided that I should give it a try. Also, I can’t be a princess, that’s just impossible.” 

“Well, you can be my princess... you’re a princess to me.” Jimin smiled. You blinked at him, confused at how genuine that had sounded. 

“Jimin... stop playing around..” Jimin stepped closer until you backed up against his wall. 

Jimin tilted his head slightly and slowly intertwined your fingers together. “(Y/N).. my dear.. I wish I was just playing..” 

He leaned in and his plush lips fell gently against your own. You squeezed your eyes shut and his small hands traveled up to caress your face. Fingers dangled loosely around his wrists, precipitation forming at your palms, and every movement set in slow motion. It was the perfect scene for the perfect kiss, much different than the small peck from this morning.

Kissing Jimin was reviling and refreshing. The feeling was equivalent to finishing a marathon, or a tedious exam. The thing that you most desired was finally happening. You were kissing your best friend, Park Jimin.