#me for the past few days: lips? *complaint* boobs? thighs? *complaint*

[zappedbyzabka]

<3

[qininqinin]

MAID DRESS

Summary: After losing a bet, Cross has to face the consequences. Even if none of this has anything to do with you, the whole situation has made you discover a few things about yourself - some dirty things about silk ribbons, thigh-high stockings and boob windows.

Cw: Cross x Reader, crossdress, suggestive, blush mess Cross, Reader is also a blush mess, starts as a comedy and ends with an unlocked kink…

Notes: I listen to the voices of reason and write this. Enjoy.

“This is ridiculous.” Cross muttered from the bathroom - probably loud enough for you to hear his complaints.

Your eyes roll at his words as you knock on the door again - your feet aching from being standing for so long, waiting for Cross to leave his hiding place already.

“C'mon Cross, we don't have all day for you to cry in the bathroom.” Even though you retorted sharply, your lips have a soft smirk on them.

You could almost picture him; normally white bone cheeks tint in purple as Cross shyly tries to lower the hem of the small maid dress - only for it to show more of his shoulders and chest (you vaguely remember Killer choosing a dress with a boob window).

“I am not crying!” Your thoughts are cut off by Cross's shout, “I-I just need some air!”

You sneakers, laughing at his lame excuse, “You don't have lungs to need air, idiot!”

Before you can tease him more, the door abruptly opens, revealing a blush mess in Cross face - exactly like you have imagined.

“There! Satisfied?” He retorted, and normally you would reply in the same snappish tone, but the words die in your tongue the moment your eyes begin to look down at his figure.

What caught your attention first was the pair of white stockings that came tightly to the middle of his thighs - which glowed a violet hue, proof that Cross had summoned some of his ecto to support the garments.

Your eyes move upwards, looking at every detail of the black skirt, reaching his waist - adorned with a large white bow, a detail that adorned the apron of the same color -, until, finally, they slide over his chest; or rather, over the heart-shaped opening that the dress had. You can see the ecto flesh glistening there, decorated with black X-shaped strings - all their ends forming cute little bows.

You swallow hard, not realizing that your throat had dried up due to your slightly parted, panting lips, still in disbelief at how well-dressed Cross was. Eventually, your gaze settles on his face, noticing that his eye lights were locked onto you, attentive, until they looked away when they met yours.

“W-why are you looking at me like that?” His voice trembles, clearly uneasy under your intense gaze.

You can’t continue looking at his face, not after feeling your own face flush from the sight before you. Inevitably, your eyes drop once more, settling on his chest — fixed on the small heart-shaped cutout.

“It’s nothing! I-it’s just, well, you see…” You end up laughing nervously, rubbing your face before whispering, “… The outfit looks good on you.” Your murmur doesn’t seem to have gone unnoticed by Cross.

“Wh-what?!” Apparently, it was possible for Cross’s blush to intensify even further with just your words. “Shut up!” He pulls his hands to his chest, looking up and down at you.

“And stop staring at my chest!” His sharp voice jolts you from your thoughts, and you soon find yourself with your eyes tightly shut.

“Sorry!” Well, you weren’t really feeling guilty about the situation; in fact, even with your eyes closed, you could still picture those violet ecto thighs wrapped up by the stockings.

“Let’s get this over with!” Before you can open your eyes again, you feel a figure rush past you. It was probably Cross, hurrying to finish the challenge as quickly as possible.

However, now alone in the room, you can’t stop wondering why you were so mesmerized by Cross dressed as a maid.

I’m spending too much time with Killer, is your final thought before you hear a loud laugh coming from the living room.

It seems neither you nor Cross will be forgetting this day anytime soon.

[harlowhockeystick]

Can you write something fluff with a touch of smut if you write like in a domestic context with Freddie Andersen? Please, thank you! 😘❤

you betcha! sorry this took me so long to get to!

contains: smut (18+ MINORS DNI!), fluff, cuss words, fem reader, freddie with a size kink possibly? yes

might do a full piece on this....the thought is there...

"freddie good lord, put some pants on." you gasped when he walked in the living room in a pair of tight, extremely tight briefs and a t shirt that ran just below his waist line. he was carrying a laundry basket that certainly blocking what he was blessed with.

he laughed, walking past you as you laid on the couch with a blanket covering you. it was a lazy day in your home; the team was in a temporary quarantine so that meant that everyone had to be home for a couple days. but that also meant, that you got to see freddie walk around basically naked for these few days.

"i thought you liked me better when i didn't have pants on?" he teased back, giving you a wink when he walked back through the house after putting his clothes in the dryer. he stepped over to stand in front of you as you laid on the couch, leaning down oh so slowly to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

he pulled the blanket back, revealing that you too were just lying around in your underwear, making him smirk and chuckle. "well well well, what do we have here?"

you rolled your eyes and tried to bury your face into the throw pillow you were resting your head on, but freddie was too strong. "missus you need to wear pants around the house, doesn't have any on, does she?" he continued to mock, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

"to be fair, it is laundry day." he slides his hands up your shirt, grabbing onto the sides of your body and gripping tighter than usual, making you sit up straight and lean back a little bit. he inched forward, pressing kisses on your exposed neck and jawline.

"freddie," you breathed out, now almost standing on your knees with your body leaning onto his. "last night wasn't enough for you?" you teased once more, running a hand through his soft, thick hair.

he hummed and lightly shook his head, pulling away for a second. freddie starts to roll up your shirt and before you can ask what he's doing he pulls it off your body, leaving you in just your underwear and nothing else. "you should know by now that i can never have enough of you," he mumbles.

pulling you as close as he possibly could towards him, looking up at you with puppy dog like eyes while his hands ran up and down the backs of your thighs and his lips kissing each of your breasts that were nearly smothering his face. but, that was his preference.

he started kissing and leaving love bites all over your chest. the more time he spends basically making out with your boobs, the more aroused you become. the ache in your core is almost too much, you feel like you could cum from just what he is doing to your chest alone. his mouth is a very gifted one.

freddie senses what he's doing to you. the grip you have on his hair and shoulders is vice-like, and he loves it. he takes his hand and moves your panties to the side and starts rubbing all over your center and immediately his fingers are drenched.

"honey you're dripping," he voiced, his tone was dark and husky, coated with arousal. two of his fingers rubbed circles over your clit while he continued sucking on your chest. when he pushed those two fingers inside your hole you felt like you were going to burst.

the moans you let out while freddie paid attention to your body were loud, and they were music to his ears. he always did anything and everything he could to get you to be as loud as possible, not caring if it resulted in a noise complaint or two.

you chanted his name as his hand made you cum, your juices running down his hand and the insides of your thighs. he stopped to let you get a breath, pulling his hand away and licking away the sweetness that spilled out of you.

now you sat on his lap, your center rested on top of his hard cock. he could feel your heat and wetness through the thin fabric of his briefs, and he can't wait to feel it without restriction.

"we have at least twenty minutes until the washer is done," he mentioned, pushing his underwear down far enough so that he was now exposed to you completely.

"that's a lot of time," you smirked, watching him lightly stroke himself while you sat on his lap, looking quite innocent. oh, how he can't wait to wipe that smirk off your lips.

he chuckled and spread your legs open with his hands, pushing you down onto your back on the other side of the sectional, pulling your panties off and tossing them to the floor. "i know."

[solarwonux]

84.  “I can tell you’re stressed, let me fix that.”

roomate!junkook x f!reader

genre: smut

w.c: 3.2k

warnings: smut, fwb, Jungkook and his tattoos, tattooartist!jungkook, dom!jungkook if you squint, spiting, cum eating, oral sex (m receiving), a brief mention of voyeurism, briefly edited, also Jungkook is kind off fluffy, this couple is weird af y’all. 

note: hello, Idk what I did but I’ve done it lol. This is also a drabble that will eventually be part of a bigger story that I have half outlines lol, so I hope you enjoy this preview. I hope you like it please let me know your thoughts. Enjoy.xx

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS

Fourth time’s the charm.

Jungkook thought as he made his way to the front door of the tattoo shop. He pulled on the handle rather harshly making sure it was closed. Last week he had forgotten to lock the door, resulting in a drunk stranger walking in demanding a tattoo. Thankfully, the stranger’s intrusion triggered the security alarm, waking Jungkook in a fright. He ran down the steps of his apartment - the one located above the shop, half naked, carrying the bat you and him kept by the front door, his heart pounding against his chest. 

To say the least he was terrified. Scared that something would happen to the expensive tattooing equipment. Scared that Yoongi would fire him and therefore kick him out of the apartment, scared of something happening to you. His nerves subsided when he found the drunk stranger, passed out on the couch in the waiting room. 

The equipment, his job and you were all safe. 

Ever since then he had made it his mission, even writing it down on a highlighter yellow sticky note as a reminder; to check not once but four times if the front door was locked.

Jungkook sighed, giving the door one last pull, making it rattle against the locks, before deeming it locked. A fifth time wouldn’t hurt. 

He turns around, walking past the waiting room and the reception desk. He does one last look over, mumbling underneath his breath, checking to see if he had done everything he needed to do on his to-do list before turning off the lights. Quickly, he pushed aside the colorful paint splattered curtain that hid the front door to his apartment to the general public. He pressed in the code, waiting for the lock to click, going over the appointments or lack there off he had the following day. 

As of late, Jungkook, Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok hadn’t had many clients come into the shop or request an appointment via instagram. He blames the rival shop that opened a few blocks away, and their stupid flash event, where they tattooed people for free. Of course they weren’t intricate pieces, small basic ones that you would pick out from the generic tattoo binder. But it still caused a dent in their clientele. 

That night you came home after work to find the four tattooists, on the couch, shooting glares at the shop door, with a large bottle of whisky in between them, and their man-size ego down in the slumps. The solution was simple, at least it was in your head. 

“Hold an event like theirs, maybe shirtless. I’ve only seen Jungkook’s abs because he loves walking around the apartment half naked but I’m sure you guys have a promising pair.” You suggested with a shrug, earning groans and complaints from the four artists on the couch. 

Yoongi stood up first, holding a hand out as an attempt to regain his balance from the sudden movement. “I’m not degrading myself or my art for clients. I’m also not giving away my talent for free.” He slurred, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction, “and my abs are better than Kooks.” 

“Alright, it was just a suggestion.” You held your hands up in defeat, taking a step back. “I’m going to bed, enjoy your pity party.” You smiled at them before making your way to the front door and disappearing. 

In hindsight, maybe you were right. Except for the half naked part, that’s dangerous and goes against all tattoo etiquette. But maybe holding a flash event and offering tattoo’s half off was not a bad idea. It would surely bring back their clients and make way for new ones. He would have to bring it up to his coworkers tonight when they came over.

Jungkook sighed, stopping at the top of the stairs facing the final door that led to his living room. He could hear the loud poppy music you were playing behind the door. Living with you wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be when Yoongi first offered you the vacant room. You were clean, organized and relatively respectful of personal space, but he hated your music. It was generic and just way too bouncy and happy, it was a good thing you gave a great head, if not he would’ve begged Yoongi to kick you out long ago. Before he got attached.

He wasn’t a dick he just thought with his dick ninety nine percent of the time and right now it was very much needing a stress release. Jungkook punched in the final code and opened his front door, revealing you in nothing but a tight pair of leggings and a sports bra, sweat droplets running down your body as you followed along with the exercise video on youtube. You looked very much like you would look after the two of you finished fucking and it made his cock stir in his jeans.

“Did you lock the door?” You said in between breaths, squatting down, finishing your last rep of squats. Jungkook bit his bottom lip, nodding in response. His hands were down by his sides, itching to squeeze your ass, to pull you against him and take you on the couch. It wouldn’t be out of pocket either. He knew you would give in the second he gave you that lust filled look of his. The one that was desperate and needy and practically begging for your touch.

You stopped pausing the video and turned to look at him, hands on your hips, chest heaving in a poor attempt to catch your breath. Jungkook knew he was fucked. “Are you sure you locked the door?” 

“Yes I checked five times tonight, have you had dinner?” He blinked rapidly, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his jeans hiding his hardening cock as best as he could.

“An hour ago.” You reassured, unpausing the workout video and positioning yourself in downward dog. 

Jungkook looked up at the ceiling, taking deep breaths following your haggard ones and counted to ten. He couldn’t take it anymore; he needed you. Needed your mouth around him until he was painting the back of your throat white. Counting to ten once wasn’t enough to calm him down. It wasn’t until he was halfway through his third recount that he felt your arms circle around his waist, a faint kiss left underneath his earlobe, that he knew he was done for. 

“I can tell you’re stressed, let me fix that.” You whisper leaving opening mouthed kisses down his neck tonguing the spot between his clavicle and neck. Jungkook’s eyes opened wide, his lips parting in an inaudible sigh. 

“Fuck baby please.” He caved, taking your head in his hands and pushing you away before leaning down and capturing your lips with his, in a wet, messy and needy kiss. He didn’t care that your lips were salty due to the sweat, they felt like heaven against his. 

You moaned into the kiss feeling the wet muscle of his tongue swiping against your bottom lip asking for access, in which you so rightfully gave him. His hand left your cheek and traveled down your neck until it was groping your boob through your thin sports bra. You pulled away to catch your breath for a few seconds, whimpering as his palm worked against your hardened nipple diligently before kissing him again, teeth clattering against one another. 

He pulled away pushing your sports bra up releasing your boobs, his index fingers and thumbs pinching your nipples and pulling on them gently. “Jungkook, w-what do you want?” You moan, closing your eyes as he rolled your nipples between his sweaty palms. Not only did Jungkook love touching your ass, he also loved playing with your boobs, claiming they were the best pair of boobs he had ever seen in his entire twenty six years of life. 

“Get on your knees baby girl, want to see your lips wrapped around me.” He mumbles against the crown of your head while he continues to knead at your boobs. 

You nod kissing the outline of the tattoo that was peeking against the neck of his white t-shirt. You send him a wink. A deep hum leaves his lips as you slowly kissed your way down his clothed chest, until you were face to face with his jean cladded bulge. You looked beautiful, your eyes glossy with need and your mouth watering as you couldn’t wait for the weight of his cock against your tongue.

He puts his hand on the back of your head and pushes your face against his jeans, he was so hard he could feel himself pulsing with need. It didn’t help that your fingers were walking up his thighs at an agonizing pace, while your mouth was now kissing him through the fabric, satisfied hums leaving your lips. “You’re so fucking hard Kook.” You pull away finally unbuttoning his jeans, your fingers brushing against him while you unzip his pants slowly.

“You’re such a tease baby girl, almost makes me think that you want to get punished tonight.” He tilts his head, pushing his hips into your hands as you palmed him over his boxers, while your other hand pushes his jeans down, leaving him in only his t-shirt and black boxers. 

You look up at him smirking, leaning in to kiss the tattoo decorating his thigh. You had gotten off on it many times before, it was your favorite pastime when you were needy and bored. “Maybe I do, take your shirt off.” You demanded, biting down on his skin making him jump. 

He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks making you face him, “Be careful I’m not feeling very nice today.” The sinister look behind his eyes makes you shudder, “open your mouth,” You smile, parting your lips sticking your tongue out before Jungkook leans over, a glob of spit hitting your tongue making you moan in delight. “What do you say?” His grip on your cheeks is hard. 

“Thank you sir.” You mewl, hooking your thumbs underneath the waistband of his boxers, wasting no time in freeing him. His cock was pretty, you had once told him that and it made him double over in laughter. No one had ever called his cock beautiful. Maybe big but never beautiful but you were a character and he should’ve expected a comment like that from you. 

“Good girl, now go on, this is all you’re getting tonight so you better enjoy it.” He wraps his hand around himself, spitting down onto his length using it to lube himself up before guiding it to your slightly parted lips. He knew you loved to watch him touch himself, sometimes if you weren’t home and he was needy he would sit on the couch fucking his hand knowing you would walk at any minute and help him finish the job. Or sit in front of him on the coffee table, legs spread wide touching yourself, moaning his name like his fingers were inside of you instead of yours. If Yoongi knew the dirty escapades that happened behind the walls of the apartment above his tattoo shop he would never step foot inside again. Thankfully he didn’t know, yet. 

You stick your tongue out and lick his head, rolling your nipples against the palm of your hands. The sight was award winning and Jungkook wanted to so badly get his camera out and capture the moment. To add to your shared collection. “So fucking sexy baby girl, always so good for me.” He tapped the head of his cock against your tongue before you close your lips around him, running your tongue underneath the head of his cock. 

Jungkook’s hand came behind your head, guiding you further down his cock sending a thrum of arousal up his spine. You hollow out your cheeks looking up at him with watering eyes. He moans, gripping your ponytail, giving you an experimental thrust making you gag around him. It sounded like the beginning of a beautiful melody, not the ones that belonged to your shitty pop music but the one that would keep you up at night lost in thought. 

“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven.” He thrusts again, while you tug on the hem of his shirt. “Want to see me, look at my tattoos while I fuck your mouth?” He grunts, quickly discarding his shirt once he hears the needy moan that escapes your cock filled mouth. He knew his tattoos were your ultimate turn on. The reason you had gotten on your knees before him the first time after living together for a full year. He couldn’t say no, not when the only thought running through his mind was the stain your red lipstick would leave behind on his cock. 

Calm him a douchebag or compare him to a hormonal filled teenager, he didn’t care. He was a man after all. One that hadn’t had sex in two years after his last girlfriend cheated on him with his brother. 

Frankly, he needed an ego boost and you were there to give it to him, so he caved.

You pull off of him breathing heavily, a thread of saliva connects your lips to the head of your cock as you try to catch your breath. The sight was anything but underwhelming and enough to make him cum, but Jungkook hated his cum going to waste. He was healthy and young and it should go to good use.

 “I-I want you to use my mouth, please.” You croak before dragging your tongue up and down his shaft. “Want you to cum in my mouth sir.” Mumbling, you tease his head with the tip of your tongue making him groan. 

“Such a dirty mouth, it's a good thing I’m making good use out of it.” He says, a cocky smirk evident on his face. You nod happily, humming with please as you take him into your mouth again, sinking further, hollowing your cheeks moaning around him as you watch his face scrunch up in pleasure. His abs contract as he tries to control himself, at least until you give him the go ahead. And you do with a slight tap of your fingers against his thighs. 

He growls, thrusting his hips into your mouth, guiding your head up and down, gagging around him. His cock feels hot and heavy against your tongue, making both of you moan simultaneously. “Always letting me use you, what would our friends say if they walked in. You know I invited them over for drinks, right?” 

You whimper around him, closing your eyes at the thought of getting caught with him, balls deep down your throat. You hated that he had caught onto your slight voyeurism kink as it was only a matter of time where he threw all tattoo etiquette he knew and lived by out on the window and fucked you in his workshop, with only a thin curtain separating you and the rest of the shop. 

His thrusts get more desperate. His orgasm was approaching quickly as he twitched inside of your mouth. You dig your nails into his thighs, creating crescent moons as you feel your lungs start to give out. He mutters a low fuck followed by a quick apology before he pulls away. You gasp resting your hand against your chest, your eyes are filled with tears, bubbles of saliva painting your chin. Jungkook swears he’s never seen a sight as beautiful as this one and once again he’s cursing himself for not giving himself enough time to grab his camera. 

“Can you go more or do you need a break?” He whispers, eyes filled with concern while he caresses your cheek with his thumb. 

You shake your head, “Just give me time to regain my breath.” With a soft smile you leave a chaste kiss against the tattoo decorating his hip. It was part of a bigger piece, one that adorned the entire right side of his body, but nevertheless for some odd reason it was your favorite one. 

Jungkook nods, wrapping his hand around himself, muffled curses escaping his beautiful lips. “I’m so close, baby girl, just let me cum on your face.” He all but begs, gripping his cock tightly and thrusting his hips into his hand. 

You pout, a sound of protest leaves your swollen lips making Jungkook roll his eyes. “You can blow me again later, open your mouth baby.” He tucks his lips in between his lips, hips casting into his hand desperately. The pool between your legs grows, overflowing as you watch the mesmerizing sight in front of you. God, he was so fucking sexy. 

You open your mouth sticking your tongue. Jungkook throws his head back moaning your name in a sweet incantation, ropes of cum hitting your tongue and cheeks, while you moan along with him. 

Jungkook opens his eyes, riding out his orgasm, painting your chin watching as you drag your tongue into your mouth swallowing his salty substance, humming in satisfaction. “J-Jungkook.” The needy way you say his name makes his cock twitch and he has to keep himself from getting hard again. 

“You look so pretty baby girl, so fucked out and pretty, only for me.” He whispers, collecting the cum that was dripping down your chin with his thumb before bringing it up your lips, coating them. “So filthy too, thank you baby.” He leans down, running his tongue against your cheek collecting his cum before kissing you slowly and sensually, pushing his tongue inside of your mouth, coating the inside with his cum. 

Jungkook hates his cum going to waste. You whimper, snaking your arms around his neck pulling him closer, sucking on his tongue. He grins against your lips and moves away, chuckling as you continue to chase his lips with yours. “I need you Kookie.” You sigh, a pout forming on your swollen lips. “Please just fuck me, use me. I don’t care anymore.” You let out a sob, your pussy throbbing begging to be touched. 

He helps you up, circling his arms around your waist, nosing your hair as he sighs. He wants to give him, lead you to the couch, but the guys were going to be here at any minute and he couldn’t have time to please you the way he wanted to. 

“Let’s go shower, I promise the second the guys leave I’ll eat you out like a starved man.” He suggests, leaving a light kiss against your forehead. He didn’t feel as stressed as he was earlier, but that’s all thanks to you and how easy it was for him to get lost in your world.

“Is that a promise?” You tilt your head curiously, toying with the hair resting against the back of his neck.  

“I always keep promises, baby girl.”

[yunhostinyuyu]

bunny, bunny

pairing: friend!yunho x fem reader

gerne: pwp (im sorry), uni au, friends to friends with benefits

wc: 1.8k

synopsis: when your friend and you ended up in a bed in between each other’s thighs, your friendship was in danger of being disrupted. thankfully, you two came up with a solution…

warnings: cock warming, public play, exhibitionism, grinding, descriptions of past sex scenes, use of pet names, orgasm control? a little praise and a little degrading thrown in too because why not

authors note: this is not proof read and I wrote it at 1am please be kind <3

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It was a summery afternoon, Yunho and you spend it per usual at the park near campus, studying for your final exams. The last rays of sunshine shining though the pine trees that spend shade to the entire space decked in greenery and flowers. It was especially quiet at this time, which was the reason you went there regularly. Yet the specific place in the very back spend and enormous amount of silence that the both of you enjoyed thoroughly.

But despite the breeze that fanned over your legs and arms, your insides were burning. As if someone poured hot chili sauce in your gut, focus not present and the notes you compared and tried to burn into your memory were wasted efforts. The burn inside churning your stomach in all shapes, trying to sit still - but to no avail.

Why? Because your friend right next to you railed you last weekend, and since then acted as if nothing had happened between the two of you. Never had you ever thought of him like that, but ever since it happened, you couldn’t pull your mind off it. It was a thought chain that disrupted every effort to study, reimagining the things that went down in his bed. But anytime you tried to hint at it or even talk about the incident, he avoided it, changed the topic, or even flat out pretended he didn’t know what you were referring to. And it was exhausting. You were even considering forgetting about the whole thing to continue on with your friendship and not to get the mush of sexual fantasies and your blatant neediness between that.

But still, you thought about it. You couldn’t not think about it. Never had anyone… fucked you the way he did.

“I love the way your boobs bounce, the way you clench around me like that- fuck, like that. You feel so snug around my cock, so good bunny. Just for me.”

Panting. Moaning. Maintaining your rhythm. Repeat. He stretched your walls so well, the constant dragging against your velvet walls make you go crazy. Orgasm pending as your legs got more tired, yet trying your best to continue riding your friend.

“Dumb little bunny, getting tired already? Don’t you want to cum?” He teased, seeing and feeling your struggle, releasing a incoherent chain of moans and complaints. His smirk still ever present on his lips, clearly enjoying himself. After a few more attempts on continuing to get your release on him, he rolled over to change your positions, moments before your thigh muscles would have given out.

“Bunny, answer when I ask you something. Do you wanna cum on my dick, huh? I guess you don’t want to then…” he provoked, knowing exactly what he was doing while slowing his movements. “Yun, no! No I wanna cum, please don’t stop, I’m begging you, please please please, I’m just a dumb little bunny. Make me cum, please Yunho. I need-“ he muffled your pleas with his giant hand, pushing his fingers against your tongue while snapping his hips harder then before, sounds of skin slapping filling the room. Crying as he gifted you with your well earned orgasm.

“Snap out of it, Y/N. You’re off somewhere in Dreamland.” his deep voice woke you from the depth of your naughty mind.

“Fuck- Yunho! Don’t startle me like that!” Playfully hitting his arm as you try to compose yourself again and at least pretend to study, so you can find an excuse to get home and take care of the blinding ache that was slowly bubbling up in between your legs.

Yunho got another book out of his backpack, flipping through the pages as he side eyed you again and again. “What did you think about? You’re been really distant today, I’m almost offended.” His voice sounded calm. And yes, he was right, you acted strange - but to your defense, you didn’t know what the late events made you two. Mind rattling without coming to a conclusion, you simply sighed and looked up from your study material. Rolling over from laying on your stomach, to now rest on your back and searching for Yunho’s attention.

“Yunho, I don’t - no I can’t anymore. You idiot make me crazy, all I can think about is you fucking me and I can’t get this image out of my head. And I can’t stand how you keep on pretending it never happened. I hate this so much. I cannot get over it, and you certainly don’t help with your whole spiel.” words hitting him square in the chest, and even while they came out more forceful than you imagined in your head, it seemed to work in your favor… well more or less…

“Bunny, bunny, if you want me to touch you, just tell me. I can tell by the way your thighs rub together…”

“That’s not what I mean Yunho. You’re doing it right now, again! You’re avoiding the issue at hand, and if you don’t man up I’ll leave until you grow a pair of balls.” You shake your head, denying your arousal pooling in favor of getting your point across. His features turned serious for a moment. Closing your eyes in frustration and hiding your face behind your fingers to avoid his stare boring through your skull. But before he said anything, you felt something along your legs-

“You’re too riled up. But let’s talk this though if it bothers you - which it clearly does. But before that-“ his fingers traveled up until they felt the damp material of your panties, moving it to the side to push his own digits in. Mentally cursing at your choice to wear a skirt today of all days. “- let’s relax. Please, just sit up.”

Trying your hardest to keep any signs of newly found ecstasy to yourself, one hand moving in and out of your hole, the other wrapping around your waist to pull you up from your lying position and bring you onto his lap. His chest pressing against your back, his mouth ghosting over the shell of your ear. Whispering, only for you to hear “good bunny, now-“ he pulled his fingers out of you, which contracted a short whine from your end, and despite trying your best to play coy, you failed. Feeling a grin on his face as he continued to work you up. One hand untucking his half-hard member out of his sweatpants. Your mind went blank as you felt him teasing your entrance, hands searching for him to stop.

“Yunho, we’re in public, someone will see us. Please-“ you whine, slowly loosing control of yourself and almost grinding against him, begging for stimulation. Without answering, he slipped inside effortlessly thanks to your arousal that drenched your core. Lewd moans leaving you as his grip found your hips again, holding you close to him, while not giving you a chance to fuck yourself on him.

At this point all the built up composure was thrown out the window and you tried your hardest to get any stimulation from him, which his death grip on you prevented. “Stop clenching, let’s talk.” He commented, not letting up on you. Brows furrowed in confusion while glancing back at him.

“I didn’t expect you to be this needy for me in public. It explains a lot. But in all seriousness…” he started, and despite everything, you could think clear thoughts again, his rough touch comforting you in a way. “Let’s talk it through.”

Deep sighs escaped while chewing on the inside of your cheek. “You know, I don’t know. It was all so awkward since we… you know, did it. I don’t want to loose our friendship but at the same time my mind is filled with you. But not my friend from Uni-Yunho, instead it’s just ‘bunny looks so good doing this and that’-Yunho.” You found it surprisingly easier to talk your mind without having to look into his eyes. But your voice was thin and could break off any moment to turn into whispers.

“I’m- I don’t know what to say, honestly. Did I ever make you feel uncomfortable, or push you to do things you’re not okay with?” He asked out of the blue, and you shook your head vehemently at his question. His grip on your hips let up, feeling that his hold may cause a few bruises, but that was the last of your concerns. “Never. If it did, we would have never gone that far. You know me, I’m quick to reject people when I feel iffy.”

A soft, breathy laugh left him and you felt his warm breath against your neck. “I know. Suppose I’m lucky then.” Hands coming back to lift you off his cock, and you turned around to face him. Slowly sinking back onto him and finding his hands once you bottomed out.

You both were nervous about this, but nonetheless you were determined to get this topic over with, to come to a conclusion. A proper result to see where you both stand at.

“I have a proposal then.“ he spoke, hands leaving yours again to hold you and make you sink onto his boner once again, this time moaning louder than the first time, and a heat crawled up your neck and cheeks. “What if we…“ he guided you up and down, your hands frantically grabbing onto his shirt to deal with the sudden stimulation. Tiny groans tumbling from his lips as well, “Let’s keep this casual. Make it our thing. We don’t have to get caught up with any feelings or attachments. We can simply keep going as friends, and when… you know. We get desperate, we can play with each other.” He suggested while keeping a steady rythym, bucking his hips ever so perfectly, hitting your spots better than anyone before him did.

“Are you suggesting that we- oh fuck! T-that we… become friends with benefits? Mmmh- you sure about this?” trying your hardest to talk properly without drawing too much attention to your situation. Even if any bystander wouldn’t think you were getting off in public, your skirt hiding both of your private regions perfectly. Your sounds and movements would prove anyone otherwise.

Yunho slowly but surely slacked off and stilled his movements while staying snug inside you again. “That’s what I’m saying. You think you can do that?”

In all honesty, this newly found confidence surprised you, but it suited him so well, ever since becoming intimate with him. And having this side of Yunho, alongside a normal friendship, a friendship you cherished and celebrated? Where he still was that funny, yet slightly clumsy and sarcastic person? It seemed like a jackpot.

Breathily, leaning your forehead against his, and nodding at his suggestion. “I can. I want to. I mean, I wanna try this thing with you. Please-“

Suddenly, lips slotting against your own sloppily. Hands touching you everywhere, heavy breathing and panting.

“Let’s take this back to the dorms then, bunny. Be good and I’ll make you cum as much as you want. Sounds good?”

—

[everybodyscupoftea]

pursuit of happiness

college rafe x reader

three times rafe is denied and one time he isn’t

this is literally just 3k words of smut

pls let me go back to writing fluff after this, i beg

(warnings: cursing, smut)

Moving in with Rafe, Topper, and Kelce was the best decision you ever made. You’d met Topper freshman year and the two of you continued to hang out after the class you had together ended. He had to endure all your complaints about your roommate and how expensive living alone the next year was going to be because you had no intention of signing another lease with her again.

Then, suddenly, he provided you with an out. The two of you were sitting in the library, sipping on coffee, taking a study break, when he interrupted your latest tirade with, “My buddies and I have an extra bedroom.”

“What?”

“One’s name is Rafe, his dad owns the house so we get to live there rent free. All we have to do is pay utilities. We’ve been looking for a fourth roommate to fill that bedroom, so if you have no issues living with three dudes, the room is yours.”

Which of course you had no fucking qualms about it, so you responded, “God yes, when can I move my stuff?”

He laughed and told you he’d talk to Rafe and Kelce about it and get back to you. Of course, you were slightly worried about living with two guys you’d never met before, but it was an opportunity you felt that you couldn’t pass up. Pushing the worries to the back of your mind, you moved in and that was that.

Kelce was very chill; his room was across from yours and the two of you shared a bathroom. He was your designated drinking buddy, both of you being huge fans of Claws, and there was an entire shelf in the fridge set aside for the two of your’s stock. Kelce also heard all your school breakdowns and swore to keep them to himself. Sometimes he’d even leave a drink outside your door and knock to let you know.

Rafe was very flirty from the jump, and you were adamant you wouldn’t make things messy in the house by hooking up with him. Then, after several months of friendship, he started showing interest in you that went past sex, and well, he was cute. You decided to give him a shot.

It was great. The two of you managed to keep things chill in the house, not letting fights get too out of hand. Plus the separate bedrooms for a degree of separation if necessary. Topper and Kelce’s one thing was that they never wanted to hear two of their closest friends have sex. That was maybe easier said than done because Rafe really liked sex.

Because of that, one finals season, your most intense one yet, led you into a predicament. To be fair, you didn’t really realize what was going on until he finally snapped.

One

Your stats class had been kicking your ass all semester. It was boring and complicated and your test grades had been dropping every test, the last being a 67. After doing the math with your professor, he told you it was still possible to get an A if you managed to get an 88 on the comprehensive final because it would replace your lowest test grade.

You had been ecstatic, but of course, that also meant you had to reteach yourself an entire semester of stats in two weeks for the final. The kitchen was your favorite stats homework place, there wasn’t the distraction of being in your room, you could play your music out loud unlike in the library or a coffee shop, and it was close to the snacks.

The guys mostly stayed out of your way, preoccupied with their own classes and spring training for football, so you got the run of the house. One afternoon, he got home from practice to see you sitting at the bar in the kitchen, chewing aimlessly at a highlighter while reading about z-scores.

Lately, both of you had been pretty busy, and the two of you hadn’t had sex in at least a week. Rafe really missed you, and watching you biting at the highlighter had him feeling some sort of way. He pushed his sweaty hair out of his face as you took it out of your mouth to highlight some important formulas.

Replacing the highlighter with your bottom lip, you started working on it instead. He gulped and quickly fixed a glass of water to drink while waiting for you to speak to him. You could feel him watching you, but there were two practice problems at the end of the section you wanted to try before taking a quick study break to greet him.

Pulling your notebook across the counter to start working them out, you let go of your lip and subconsciously poked your tongue out a little. Rafe knew it was your focus face, and normally it didn’t do anything to him, but he knew exactly what that mouth was capable of and he missed it.

With a sigh, you pushed the notebook away after checking the answers and set a ten-minute break timer on your phone. Finally smiling at Rafe, you held your arms out for him to come give you a hug. He squeezed you tight and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “How’s the studying going, babe?”

“It’s going. I’m about halfway through the semester material, so just gotta keep moving along. It is getting easier to understand and I’m getting the practice problems right more often than not, so that’s good I guess.”

Rafe brushed some hair out of your face, “Told you that you could do it.”

You smiled, “Yeah, should’ve just put some effort in the first time around. Hindsight.”

Without realizing, you’d started biting at your lip again, and before he could stop it, Rafe brought his hand up and tugged it until you let it go. Just as you were about to ask what that was about, his lips crashed onto yours.

Letting out a surprised noise, it took you a few seconds to process what was happening and start kissing back. His big hands gripped your hips and lifted you up onto the counter for a better angle as he deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth.

Your eyes fluttered as his hand traced your kneecap a few times, and you put both of your hands in his still damp hair, pulling him even closer. Rafe groaned as you wrapped your legs around his waist and crossed your ankles, keeping him close.

His mouth trailed down your neck, halfheartedly sucking as his hand stroked up and down your leg, getting closer to your core with each one. Your head fell back as he finally traced you over your underwear, and before he could apply any real pressure, your alarm went off, startling both of you.

Ripping away from his lips with a gasp, you placed a hand over your heart in attempt to steady it and dropped your legs from around his waist. Rafe put both of his hands on the counter next to you and dropped his head with a groan, “Please tell me we can keep going.”

You squeezed his shoulder sympathetically, “Afraid not, Cameron. Now go shower, you reek, and maybe after, we can order some dinner and watch TV if I can manage to get through the rest of this chapter.”

He gave a little mock salute with another dramatic sigh before disappearing into his and Topper’s shared bathroom.

Two:

One afternoon, you were sitting on the couch doing some reading for your ethics class when you decided, fuck it, the weather was so nice, it’d be a good tanning day. Rafe was out in the backyard doing a workout, so you’d have company, and you could still do the reading.

You quickly went and changed into your bikini and grabbed a towel and some sunscreen. Rafe looked up from his pushups to see you standing there and smiled at you, “What’s up, baby?”

“Gonna come tan while I read for this final and keep you company.”

He finished up and stood, “I’ll be sure to show off extra.”

You laughed, “I’ll barely be paying attention. Reading, remember?”

Rafe winked, “You say that now.”

With an eyeroll, you sat down and held out the sunscreen, “Get my back.”

He sauntered over as you opened your book back up and picked up where you’d left off. Rafe squatted down, moving your hair out of the way, and started slowly rubbing sunscreen all over your back and shoulders. You groaned at the mini massage and before he could walk away asked, “Babe, can you untie the strings in the back, I don’t want a weird tan line.”

Rafe paused, hesitating, before slowly pulling the strings until the fell to your sides. He cleared his throat, “That it?”

“Yeah, babe, thank you,” you responded, blowing him a kiss, before refocusing on your textbook.

Unbeknownst to you, Rafe was utterly distracted by you laying there. Your skin practically glowed in the sun and every time he dropped down to the ground during burpees, he got a gratuitous view of side boob. You shifted, your top twisting to where he felt he was dangerously close to seeing nipple and he gulped.

After about 10 minutes, you finished the chapter and decided to roll over for a little break. You tried to get everything back in place and flipped over, pulling the top strings over your head to stop that tan line and shielded your eyes to look at Rafe.

He was already staring at you, or your boobs, at least. You quickly double checked to make sure you weren’t giving all your neighbors’ backyards a show, and then looked at Rafe again when you were sure you weren’t.

“You gonna do some more squats or are you just going to stare at me.”

Rafe shook his head and strode over to you, squatting down next to you, “Can’t focus on proper form when you’re laying over here practically topless.”

You pouted, “Too bad, I was enjoying the show.”

He laughed and bent down over you to give you a kiss, surprised when you linked an arm around his neck to extend it longer than the peck he had planned. Switching from a squat to his knees, Rafe put more pressure into the kiss, and you tugged until he moved over you more, one leg going between yours.

You arched up so his thigh was pressed against you and started slowly grinding. Rafe growled and started slowly rubbing off on your leg. Pulling away from his lips with a gasp, you threw your head back and he picked one hand up to push your bikini top off. One of your hands slid into his hair, tugging in time with his hips.

Just as you were getting close, the back door slammed and you heard Kelce’s exasperated, “Oh my god, are you fucking kidding me?”

With a squeal, you grabbed the bikini top and covered your chest while Rafe dropped his head with a loud groan, “Dude, why?”

Kelce gave the two of you an incredulous look, “Maybe because you’re in public. The fence isn’t solid and we have kids living two houses down. Chill the fuck out, you horny bastards.”

Rafe sighed and pulled back, helping you adjust your top back, before asking, “Bedroom?” with a hopeful look on his face.

You shut your eyes, really wanting to, before shaking your head with a sigh of your own, “Can’t. I need to get through these few chapters.”

“Well I need you,” he responded with a pout.

You laughed and patted his shoulder, “Take a cold shower, buddy, maybe next time.”

Three:

It was Wednesday night which meant that it was Rafe’s night to sleep in your room. He’d been giving you some space to read over your study guides, but he was tired and wanted to spend extra time in your presence, so he went to your room fairly early and laid down in bed next to you.

What he wasn’t prepared for was for you to be propped up against the headboard wearing nothing but one of his football t-shirts, that had his name and number on the back, and a pair of panties. Your legs were sprawled way open, giving him a View when he walked in.

Rafe cursed lowly and shut the door, a little harder than necessary, causing you to look up at him in confusion. You asked, “Ready for bed already?”

He shrugged, “Wanted to spend some time with you, you’ve been so busy lately.”

You sighed, “I know, but tomorrow is my last final, so we can hang out after.”

“Hang out,” Rafe mimicked with air quotes before laying down next to you. He pressed his head into your thigh and you took the hint, starting to stroke his hair.

You went back to your reading, trying to focus because it was getting late and you wanted some good sleep before your last 8 a.m. final. After a few minutes of absentmindedly playing with his hair, you felt one of his hands pushing the hem of the shirt up your leg.

Looking over at him, you realized he wasn’t looking at your face, but at your leg as your panties came into view. Rafe reached out to touch the edge of them and you cleared your throat, swatting his hand away, “Cameron, let me finish this.”

Rafe grumbled, “No, you let me finish,” under his breath and you held in a laugh at his dramatic pout.

Going back to your reading, you ignored his pointed sighs and shifting around. When you reached the end of the study guide, you set it to the side and looked at the clock, seeing it was past 10. Rafe sat up eagerly and gently grabbed your arm, but you turned the lamp off and slid under the covers, “I have to sleep, Rafe. Early final tomorrow.”

He actually outright whined, “You’re wearing my shirt, and it’s hot, and I’m horny. Please, for the love of god, let me get off.”

“Tomorrow,” you promised, linking pinkies with him in the dark.

“Fine,” he grumbled, settling in next to you with one last huff.

+ One:

Rafe was gone to workouts when you got back from your test and you knew he wouldn’t be back for at least another 30 minutes, so you pulled your shorts off to wait for him, yet again wearing one of his football shirts.

You weren’t waiting for long after texting Rafe to come straight to your room when he got home. He burst through the door, still sweating a little and you wrinkled your nose, “Why do you never fucking shower in the locker room?” He opened his mouth to answer and you sighed, “You know what, never mind. Just come over here.”

Barely taking the time to close the door, Rafe came over, putting both of his hands on the bed and leaning down to kiss you. Dropping to his knees, Rafe started kissing down your neck and wasted no time in pushing the shirt up and tugging your panties to the side.

He stroked through your folds a few times before bending down and licking where his fingers just were. Nudging your clit with his nose, Rafe teased your entrance with his tongue and you grabbed onto his hair with a gasp.

Rafe dipped his tongue in briefly before going back to teasing you, throwing your legs over his shoulder when you tried to clamp your thighs around his head. He took his time, inserting one finger while holding you still with his other hand.

You leaned back, resting your weight on one hand behind you, the other still clinging to his hair. When he got to three fingers, he nudged your clit one more time with his nose before pulling away completely, and you cried out, trying to pull him back with your legs still around his shoulders.

“Patience, baby,” he told you, stripping completely and getting a condom. He sat on the bed and motioned for you to climb onto his lap. With shaky legs, you crawled over to where he was sitting up, against the headboard, and sank down onto him.

He exhaled shakily, hands going up to your shoulders to trace the letters of his name, and you took it as encouragement to lift up a little before sinking back down. With a groan, he leaned forward and started nipping at your neck, carelessly sucking a mark onto your collarbone.

One of his hands gripped your hip as you leaned forward so your chests were brushing and you sped up a little. Rafe groaned, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple and he pushed you back a little, stripping the shirt off fully before pulling you back to press your bare chest to his.

You were getting close, movements sloppier, and Rafe took initiative, trying to help you by thrusting his hips up in time with you. Dropping a hand, you started rubbing your clit, and Rafe snapped his hips one last time before coming, groaning loudly into the empty room.

With one last whine, you came, seconds after him, slumping forward into his chest while you tried to catch your breath. He rubbed your back gently as the two of you recovered and you smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his collarbone, “There, was that what you wanted?”

Rafe laughed, “Yes, thank you, sweetheart.”

Climbing off his lap, you motioned toward the door, “Good, now you can go shower because for real, you reek. Please use the showers in the locker room, I’m sure some of my tuition money funds those facilities.”

He stood up and held a hand out to you, “Share a shower?”

You stared at his hand for a few seconds, pretending to debate, and he huffed before reaching down to lift you off the bed. With a squeal, you told him, “Put me down, you can’t just manhandle me.”

Rafe laughed and carried you to the bathroom, “Come on, baby, you know you love showering with me.”

“Only because it’s good for the environment.”

[hookingminor]

cardigan - pierre-luc dubois

a/n: another folklore fic for you all, spoiler it’s sad and unresolved (much like the song)

word count: 2.8k

summary: based on taylor swift’s cardigan

warnings: cheating? not exclusive but still

*italics are flashbacks and it’s like half flashbacks

-

It took you a long time to process why it happened. You didn’t know why he did it, the way he acted was so contradictory to everything he’d said to you over the course of your relationship.

Pierre acted like he was in love with you. You two acted like a couple; you were even seen with him in public multiple times. He often spent the night at your apartment and vice versa. You went to games, were on a first name basis with a few other girlfriends, met him after the games and engaged in very public embraces. Sure, you’d never exclusively declared the nature of your relationship, but it seemed, to you at least, that you were more than just a fuck buddy. You couldn’t comprehend what made him walk away from all of that.

-

When you entered the bar after Pierre texted, asking you to join the team, he immediately caught your gaze from the booth tucked away in the corner. He reached out when you approached the table, pulling you onto his lap by your waist.

It wasn’t unusual for him to be affectionate around his friends, but this looked like an obvious claim if you ever saw one. Pierre seemed unbothered by his sudden boyfriend-ly behavior, bringing the hand that wasn’t holding your ass to rest on your thigh.

Your eyes widened a little at the unsolicited contact, catching the eye of Josh’s girlfriend, who gave you a suggestive smirk. She was constantly prodding you about your relationship with Pierre, but you could never give her a real answer.

A few of the guys exchanged some looks. Pierre’s adoring face and actions hadn’t gone unnoticed by them, and they were a little shocked to see him like this.

“Hey, baby, glad you could make it,” he said, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek.

“You didn’t really give me much choice. You kept drunk calling me, idiot,” you said with a scoff.

“I just wanted to see my girl,” he mumbled against the skin of your neck, taking the opportunity to press a few kisses there.

“Alright, Luc, leave the poor girl alone,” Josh teased, his girlfriend lightly jabbing his side, “Are we doing shots or what?”

Whoops sounded around the table at the sound of shots, and Pierre took his attention off you to focus on the drinks being poured. You grabbed the one he pushed in front of you, joining the rest of the team in throwing it back.

One shot became two shots, two shots turned into four, and after four was when you stopped keeping track. The night blurred past, and soon you were stumbling outside of the bar entrance, a drunk and laughing Pierre clutching onto you.

“Pierre, you gotta pick yourself up a bit. You’re too heavy for me to carry,” you said slightly out of breath, his weight threatening to crush you both. It seemed to work, though, because he stood himself up with ease, using your body to keep him steady as he walked.

Despite the shots you’d done, you were considerably more stable than he was as you steered yourself towards the direction of his apartment. Pierre draped his arm over your shoulders, tripping occasionally as you walked through downtown Columbus.

You dragged him through the sidewalks that ran along the river when he suddenly stopped walking.

“We have to keep walking, bud,” you say with a sigh, but Pierre breaks out of your grip to run down the grass toward the river.

“Pierre!” You call out, glancing around to make sure no one is noticing the drunk man running amuck.

“Come down here!” He shouted back, animatedly moving his hand to wave you over. You chuckled to yourself before following him down the grassy hill until you met him on the bank.

“Skip some rocks with me,” he said, waiting for you to cup your hands so he could place the rocks you hadn’t seen him gather in them.

“You’re drunk and these are not skipping rocks,” you replied with a laugh when he dropped the roundest stone in your hands.

“Watch me. I’ll make it work,” he slurred confidently, pulling back his arm in preparation for a throw. You watched him wind it up and launch the pebble into the river. It took half a second, but you saw the rock in the distance plop into the water, only ripples instead of skips emanating off the surface.

You doubled over in laughter at the pathetic attempt to skip a rock. Pierre glanced down at your crumpled form, a frown appearing on his face.

“It’s not nice to laugh,” he said in mock offense, but you couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes.

Due to your inebriated state, the alcohol threw you off balance when you bent over, and now you were falling on your ass. You hit the ground with a thud, your hands flying back to catch yourself.

It was Pierre’s turn to laugh at you now. You brushed off the dirt you’d gotten on your hands when you fell, glaring up at him.

“It’s not nice to laugh,” you retorted with a scowl.

His laughter died down slightly, and then Pierre was lowering himself into a crouch before he flopped down next to you. He laid out onto his back, folding his arms behind his neck. You watched him lay on the ground, a laugh leaving your throat at the sight of him splayed out comfortably in the chilled grass.

He turned his head to give you a playful look, and you took the hint to join him. You curled yourself into his side, resting your head on his chest as your hand wrapped around his abdomen.

“You’re my favorite person, you know that?” He said quietly while you two started up at the starry Columbus sky. You knew he was drunk and that, given any other sober situation, Pierre wouldn’t be telling you this, but you reveled in the way your stomach fluttered anyway.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied with a smile, soaking in the silence of the city at two in the morning.

Another half hour passed laying out underneath the stars, the two of you taking turns to trace fake constellations with your fingers. Pierre took your hand in his, bringing your finger to the star where he swore he could see the outline of a duck.

You laughed out loud as he kept moving your arm around, but no matter where he pointed, you couldn’t see anything more than a cluster of dots in the sky.

“Okay, babe, we need to get you back to your apartment,” you announced, moving into a sitting position.

With newfound energy, Pierre hopped up onto his feet, reaching down to offer you a hand. You gladly took his hands, using his body to pull yourself up.

“You’re spending the night, by the way,” he stated when you resumed your walk to his apartment.

You hadn’t expected to go home tonight, but the fact that he was telling you to stay made your heart clench at his softness. You walked the rest of the way with a smile on your face, feeling lighter than you had in days.

-

Everything felt so natural between you. There were no awkward phases of “what are we?” conversations. One day he was calling you over for a late night booty call, and the next day he was inviting you to spend the night. Nights turned into mornings, mornings turned into breakfast, and breakfast turned into days spent cuddling on the couch.

It wasn’t just sex. It couldn’t be.

-

“Baby, stop moving,” Pierre whispered into your neck. He was in the middle of pinning your body to the couch, but you were too busy wiggling out of his grip.

“No, your hands are cold!” You exclaimed in laughter at the feel of his hands attempting to slip under your shirt to warm them up.

“They’d stop being cold if you let me warm them!” He retorted in his own fit of laughter, successfully pressing them beneath your back.

Your body shivered at the cold contact, a small squeal escaping your lips. Pierre ignored your complaints as he shuffled his body into a more comfortable position so he was laying on top of you, nestled between your legs.

“I love your boobs. They’re, like, the perfect pillow,” he said with a content sigh, nuzzling his head deeper into your chest.

“Are you comfortable now? Can we finish the movie?” You asked in fake exasperation.

“I didn’t even want to watch this movie but, yeah, I’m comfy,” he muttered against the cotton of the shirt you wore, which was actually his shirt that he always set aside for when you came over.

You pressed play anyway despite his comment. You were excited to watch this movie, and you weren’t going to let Pierre stop you from seeing it.

It took all of two seconds for the movie to resume playing before Pierre was lifting your hand to his head, encouraging you to play with his hair.

“Pierre, you said you’d—,” you huffed, running your hands through his hair the way you knew he liked.

“Shh,” he hushed, “I lied. I’m going to take a nap instead.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, though you knew he couldn’t see. You should’ve known better than to expect him to sit through a two hour movie with you. He fell asleep almost immediately after you two had sex. He was constantly on the verge of falling asleep.

Not even five minutes had passed before you felt his breathing even out, and as much as you liked to tease him about it, you liked it when he fell asleep around you. It always felt more intimate than what you knew your relationship was, like he trusted you more than anyone else to let himself sleep on you.

Even after he’d fallen asleep, you continued stroking his hair for the rest of the movie, your heart skipping a beat every time he unconsciously tightened his grip around you.

-

You couldn’t pinpoint an exact moment where it started to go wrong. It was a combination of things, really.

It started with him brushing you off. The texting slowed down until he was only inviting you over for sex. Afterwards, he ran the same lines he used to say when you first started hooking up: “I have practice in the morning,” or “I gotta pack for an upcoming road trip,” or the classic “Do you need me to order an Uber?”

The worst thing about it was you knew the lines were all fake. He knew you knew the lines were all fake, and yet he told them anyway.

And if the brush-offs weren’t bad enough, then came the straight up ignoring. He stopped inviting you to games and out for drinks altogether, and when you asked some girlfriends what was going on with him, none of them had a clear answer. Everyone was just as in the dark as you were.

At first you blamed it on the stress of the season. Maybe he just didn’t have enough time, but then came the rumors of him sleeping with other women.

Now, you weren’t dense enough to believe that he didn’t have women chasing after him, but you thought you were close enough to where Pierre would admit he was seeing other people.

You were wrong about that.

It built up for a couple months. You let yourself believe that he was just busy, but clearly he wasn’t. He just didn’t want to see you.

So, you showed up to his apartment one day to demand answers.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked with furrowed brows when he saw you on the other side of the door.

“We obviously need to talk,” you replied, pushing your way into the foyer, “You’ve been ignoring me for a while now.”

“No, I haven’t,” he said, having the audacity to lie to your face. You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, you have. It doesn’t need to be a complicated thing, Luc. I just want to know what’s going on,” you said, crossing your arms.

“I’ve been busy is all,” he muttered as he avoided your eyes.

“Stop with the lies!” You said with a loud groan, “I know we were sleeping together, but I thought we were friends at the very least! You can’t just drop me, drop what we have, without an explanation!”

“What we have?” He repeated, “We didn’t have anything, Y/N, we were just casual.”

Even as he said that last part, you both knew he was lying.

“We were more than casual, and you know that,” you said, tears springing to your eyes.

He didn’t respond, so you took a chance to say what you’ve never said before.

“I love you,” you breathed out, “But I’m sure you knew that already.” And still, he said nothing.

“Can you at least tell me why?” You asked, trying one last time.

“We’re young, Y/N,” he said finally, “I’m only twenty-one, I can’t tie myself down right now. Yeah, you’re cool, but you can’t be the only girl I see.” He didn’t meet your eyes, keeping his gaze trained on the floor beneath his feet.

“Is that what you think or is that how you feel?” You asked.

“I don’t know, Y/N. What’s the difference?” He said with a sigh, clearly ready to have this conversation be done with.

“Just checking, I guess,” you said, resigned, “Well, I’ll stay out of your way then. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

You left his apartment without waiting for his response, and you made it all the way back to your car before the tears finally spilled.

That was a year ago.

To say your “breakup” didn’t affect you would have been a lie. He was, probably, the most important person in your life, and you knew he felt the same. He felt the loss of you the minute the door closed behind you.

You went through your own stages of grief after that. First, you were mad. So unbelievably mad you wanted to call him up just so you could yell at him for letting you go.

Then came the sadness. It hit you in waves at random times, your throat closing in on itself whenever you walked downtown past the river or saw a bulldog. You missed him more than you cared to admit, missing the way his sweatshirts smelled or the way he would wrap his arms around you from behind. You missed the kisses he placed on your forehead when you watched basketball games on the couch and the way he would try to distract you by slipping his hands underneath your shirt.

And finally came acceptance. Not the acceptance that he was over you and time would heal all wounds, but the acceptance that he was making a mistake and would come back to you.

You spent a lot of time the first few months cursing him and crying into your pillows. You saw the pictures he posted on social media, you saw the girls that tagged him in posts, but even with everything telling you otherwise, you knew he’d be back.

Sure, you weren’t the instagram model of his dreams, but you knew him better than anyone else. You knew that when the thrill ran out, he’d miss the way you played with his hair and baked his favorite cookies before roadies.

And he did miss you.

It only took a month before he realized what a dumbass mistake he’d made. Pierre would dial your number without a second thought, ready to call you and tell you about his day before he realized that he couldn’t anymore. You were the only one he wanted to talk to.

Every time he went to get dressed in the morning he would see your favorite t-shirt folded away in the corner, untouched and unworn. He never put it on, but every time he saw it, he felt his heart flip in his chest.

And more than anything, he missed the comfort you brought. He missed having someone to sleep with and cuddle with and cook dinner with. He missed having someone to walk the dogs with and eat ice cream with. His apartment felt empty without you in it and his heart felt empty knowing that you loved him and he rejected you.

It was only a matter of time before you heard from him.

He planned it out for months, playing and replaying scenarios in his head. Pierre tried calling you a few times, but it always went to voicemail. Left with no other option, he showed up at your place unannounced, in a similar fashion like you did all those months ago.

It was after a particularly bad loss, another addition onto a string of bad losses. The Blue Jackets were in a painful losing streak, and he wanted nothing more than for you to hold him in your arms and console him.

So, he knocked on your door, just like you knew he would, and waited for you to answer.

“Hey, Pierre,” you said, your face expressionless.

“Hey,” he said meekly, “Can we talk?”

[creatively--challenged]

Tease || Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Req “Haz, T, Harry & u watched Toms 'Challenge' & after the video u couldn't control yourself, go to him, pull his face close to u & look him dead in the eye, whispering: "This was so damn hot, that I want u to fuck me so bad till I hear that pretty noises u did again & u got me walking side to side in the morning!" He looked at u dangerously (still breathlessly) & said sternly, directed to the boys: "Go for a walk mates!" After u hear "Seriously", "That's gross guys" & the door closed, he's a goner”

Words: 2.3K

Warnings: Smut, swearing, unprotected sex

A/N: I changed it up a tad and twisted it so Tom ended up being the Dom one because I am a slut for DomTom right now. I hope you enjoy! x

Quarantine was going well. You had moved in with Tom a few weeks before lockdown and you were getting along with your boyfriend’s brother and his friends really well. Almost as well as Tom himself! Everyone was so chill, did their bit around the house, and you all gave each other space when needed. Except for one thing, it had been near 4 weeks since you and Tom were able to have proper sex. Sure, you’d had the quiet “quickly in case someone hears us” sex but you hadn’t been able to properly spend time appreciating each other without Harry banging on the wall that separated your rooms or Haz and Tuwaine cheering and relentlessly teasing you both over breakfast the next day, not to mention since lockdown none of the other boys were getting any and they were beginning to get antsy and a little jealous. It was weighing on both of you. It really was. And if you had to see Tom walk around shirtless, flaunting his newly buffed frame one more time you were going to pounce on him regardless of who was in the room, and he knew it.

           This morning, you had been chilling in the kitchen with the boys when Tom had stood up all of a sudden, citing something about an ‘Insta Challenge’. You smiled as he left the room and continued your conversation with Harrison for a while. About 5 minutes had passed when Tom strolled back into the room, panting softly.

           “Oi, where’d you go?” Harry asked and Tom held up his phone in one hand.

           “Told you I was doing an Instagram Challenge. Haz, I tagged you, have a look.” He said, tossing his phone to you as Harrison whipped his out to see what he’d been challenged to do. Harry and Tuwaine watched over your shoulder as you pulled up Tom’s Instragram story and watched as your shirtless boyfriend flipped himself upside-down, legs against the wall, and tried to pull his t-shirt over his head. Your eyes flicked to Tom over the top of his phone who was leaning against the kitchen island smirking at you, knowing exactly what the video was doing to your nether regions. You diverted your attention back to the screen, watching as his muscles flexed and strained, and listening to the grunts, moans, and groans he was letting out. You rolled your eyes. Tom was fit, he was strong, and he had been training non-stop these past few weeks. He definitely did NOT have to make those noises and you knew well that he was only doing it to tease you. Well, that and to fuel the thirst competition he and Harrison had going on that they thought no one else had copped on to. Idiots.

           “Maaan, that’s an effort! Why did you choose such a tight t-shirt?” Tuwaine asked, taking the phone from your hands as he replayed the video, the sounds coming from your boyfriend’s phone going straight to your core, forcing you to subtly clench your thighs together. Tom’s rich brown eyes were watching you, waiting for a reaction. You moved towards the island, pouring a glass of water for yourself as you murmured so only Tom could hear, “Yeah, why did you choose such a tight shirt?” He chuckled to himself, his eyes crinkling.

           “What? Nah that’s a normal t-shirt. Isn’t it, Y/N.” You eyed him sideways and watched as he ran his tongue over his lips, honey eyes trailing up and down your figure, his mouth turned upwards into a proud smile when he caught your thighs squeezing together for some release. His eyes finally landed on your very not-impressed face. You leaned over to him, noticing the boys were still caught up in conversation.

           “You know how hot you are and you know exactly what you’re doing. Control yourself or I’m gonna make you fuck me until I can’t walk, just to hear those pretty little noises again.” You told him sternly and smirk with satisfaction when you hear Tom’s breath hitch, eyes darkening lustfully, and an immediate slight bulge appearing in his shorts.

           He’s still breathless as he turns to the boys, “Guys I think we need a few things from the shop, can you look after that?” Harry whips around confusedly.

           “Mate, we only went yesterday. We don’t need anything.” Harrison and Tuwaine were looking between both of you now, a mixture of amusement and disgust in their faces.

           “Just go for a walk or something, will you?” Tom snapped back, his eyes not leaving your face. Harrison groaned loudly as he picked up his keys.

           “Seriously? You guys are fucking disgusting. C’mon, lads, lets go feed the chickens or something.” The three of them piled out the door, not without complaints and groans, and as soon as the door closed behind them Tom wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until you’re trapped between him and the counter.

           “Now, sweetheart. What did you say you were gonna make me do?” He asks as he latches his lips to your neck; kissing, sucking, and biting as he went. You moan lowly, hands trailing up and down his perfect form. His hands come up to hold your wrists tightly in place.

           “I asked you a question, Use your words.” He demanded before sucking a particularly harsh hickey into your collarbone.

           “Fuck. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.” You breathed out, straining your hips forward to try and find purchase on his thigh, but he dodges your frantic movements.

           “Why do you want me to do that, love?” He whispers as he nibbles on your earlobe and you can’t help but let out a low groan as he finally slots his knee between your legs. “C’mon tell me. You weren’t so shy a few minutes ago when you thought I wouldn’t do anything.”

           “So I.. Ah Tom. Wanna hear those pretty noises.” You splutter out as his kisses trail down your neck towards the tops of your breasts, leaving little purple blooms as they go.

           “Noises like these?” He asks, pulling your tank top down and wrapping his lips around your nipple, relishing in the whimpers and high-pitched moans that he elicits from you. You nod vigorously and he laughs breathily. Suddenly he pulls away, eyes raking up and down your body quickly before he scoops you over his shoulder, making you shriek, and carries you up the stairs towards your shared bedroom. He dumps you mercilessly onto your bed and immediately strips out of his t-shirt and shorts, leaving him in just his boxers that already have a pre-cum stain leaking through. You don’t even get time to admire the perfect man in front of you before he’s over you, holding your hands in his against the sheets and kissing you feverishly. He’s rolling his hips sweetly into yours as he slips his tongue inside your mouth roughly, fighting for dominance. You don’t put up much a fight as you know it’s no use. Tom is never usually an overly dominant type though you figure after weeks of holding back he had gotten a bit tense.

           “Think you can just order me around and make me do what you want? Tell me to control myself? No, darling, doesn’t work that way.” His hands make quick work of your top and bra and his lips once again wrap themselves around your nipple, one hand massaging your other boob, other hand stroking your pussy through your leggings. You’re a moaning mess already as you tangle your fingers into his soft, newly grown curls, knowing well that he loves having his hair played with. He whines lowly into your chest, the vibrations going straight to your core. He switches his attention to your other nipple, showing equal appreciation as his hand delves into your leggings and underwear. His calloused fingers swipe up and down your core, gathering the slick wetness that had been pooling in your underwear, before he pushes two fingers at once into you. You moan loudly in unison, you claw at his back as he pumps his fingers faster and faster, before adding a third and beginning the process again.

           “Fuck, darling. You’re so ready for me already.” He whines, biting down softly on your now tender bud.

           “Was ready for you before we even left the kitchen, Tommy” He groans loudly at that and detaches himself, working quickly to strip you of any remaining clothes. You lean up and reach out to stroke the bulge in his boxers before helping him pull them down his legs. He’s standing in front of you and you lean forward, hand around the base of his length as you take him into your mouth slowly. He sighs loudly as you slowly bob your head around his cock, until he’s pulling you off it again.

           “I appreciate it, sweetheart but I can’t wait. I need you.” He pushes you gently back down on the bed and settles himself between your legs as you wrap them around his back, linking your ankles. He sinks himself slowly into your heat, moaning loudly as he does so. You hiss at the familiar burning but pleasurable sensation as you get used to his thick shaft. Tom barely gives you a second before pulling out all the way and slamming back to meet your hips with his, causing you to shriek and rake your nails into his shoulders. Tom loses himself in the pace he’s fucking you at, his head is buried into your shoulder and his hips are a blur as he fucks up into you faster than he probably ever has before, grunting and moaning loudly into your ear. You’re trying to snake one hand between your bodies to rub your clit but Tom’s hand gets there first, grabbing your wrist and pinning both your hands in one of his above your head. You’re whining and moaning his name as you angle your hips as best you can so his pubic bone slams into your clit at every thrust. Tom’s other hand grabs your hip, locking you in place as he catches you in a blazing kiss.

You can’t move at all, locked in by Tom’s body and completely at this mercy. You can feel your orgasm building and your clit is screaming to be touched in any sort of way. You’re trying your best to move your hips to feel some sort of friction but Tom knows exactly what you’re doing and holds your hips harder, fingers digging almost painfully into your hip as he keeps impaling you. The sheer feeling of him sliding in and out bringing your orgasm to its peak as you release around him with a cry of his name, growing wetter around him.

“Fuck! Such a good girl.” He’s groaning and grunting louder than before, letting go of your hands to lean back and push your knees up to your shoulders, his cock delving deeper than before. So deep you can almost feel the pounding in your stomach. Your eyes are rolling in your head when Tom’s thumb begins rubbing circles into your clit in time with his thrusting. You’re completely over sensitised now, the feeling of Tom’s cock moving inside you and his thumb on your clit overwhelming your senses. You’re a mewling, panting mess underneath him as he continues grunting and growling with each thrust until you can feel his hips staggering and see the sweat beading on his forehead. You can feel the tight coil in your stomach as his noises get louder and louder, thumb getting faster.

“Need you to cum for me again, baby. Need to feel you around me.” He pants and the coil gets tighter, that euphoric feeling building up again. His deep brown eyes are boring into yours, foreheads pressed together as he struggles to keep up the pace.

“Cum for me, Tommy. Please, need you to fill me up.” His eyes snap shut at your words and he cries out a string of curses as he unloads himself into you, thrusting deeply as he deposits every last drop deep into you. The warm feeling of his cum leaking out of you combined with Tom’s thumb still stroking your clit causes the coil in your stomach to snap until you’re cumming for the second time, tightening around Tom’s softening shaft and eliciting a high-pitched groan from him. Tom’s limbs give out and he collapses onto you, breathing hard with his forehead still pressed to yours, eyes closed. You like there for what feels like hours, arms around each other as you come down from your highs. Tom eventually slides out of you with a content sigh and you whimper with the loss of contact. He plants a kiss on the top of your head as he disappears into his bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean you off.

After cleaning you up and grabbing you one of his t-shirts and clean underwear the two of you are wrapped up in each other again, lazily kissing, still having not spoken a word to each other, just enjoying the blissful afterglow. You have your hands tangled in his curls again, enjoying his soft sighs and moans as he kisses you sweetly and just as you’re about make a comment on the noises he’s making you hear the front door slam, causing both of you to jump away from each other.

“Is it safe? Can we come home? Oh Christ, do I have to sanitise the kitchen?” Harrison’s voice calls from the foot of the stairs, leading to eruptions of laughter from both you and Tom.

 Needless to say, you still got an earful of cheers and teasing when the boys noticed you walking oddly later that evening.

[saikokirakira]

Jeans

[Hoseok, Jimin, Reader ft. Yoongi]

Fluff, Slight angst, Implied smut, slight triggering themes; 2k+ words

(It’s my first BTS fanfic I posted. Please be gentle. Feel free to leave me some icky praise if you liked it.)

“What the hell?” I muttered as I stared at myself in the mirror. Thinking it was the bathroom steam fogging up the mirror, I grabbed my sweaty shirt that was heading for the laundry basket and wiped down the mirror.

As I feared, my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. I leaned closer to the mirror and poked my own cheek. “Shit,” I hissed to myself.

I gained weight.

Grumbling in frustration, I violently threw my shirt and pajamas to the laundry basket and marched out of the bathroom. I walked over to my wardrobe and grabbed a pair of underwear and a matching bra, sliding the former up my legs, before removing my bathrobe to clasp on the latter. My irritation towards my little gain only grew when I felt slightly constricted in my bra, having to exert more effort in breathing as well as seeing both lumps of flesh starting to spill over the cups.

Great. Everyone loves quadra-boobs. Not.

Knowing that I was just going to hang out with the boys and help out Suga at his studio, I grabbed the first pair of jeans I saw and began sliding them up my legs. Until… I had difficulties when the denim reached my knees. Furrowing my brows in confusion, I bent down and checked the label on the pants to check if they were my skinny jeans.

They weren’t.

It would have been easier to take them off and just choose another pair of pants or put on a dress. Namjoon has been trying to be discreet by showing me old photos, especially those when I was wearing a dress. However, I was no quitter.

If these jeans wanted to be skinny jeans, then damn it, they were going to be skinny jeans.

I began hopping around my bedroom, desperately trying to pull my jeans past my thighs. When I stubbed my toe on my vanity desk, I reached my boiling point and started tearing up when there was a knock on my bedroom door. “Just a second!” I called out, forgetting the tears and resuming on my task at hand.

“What is going on here?” The door opened, and Jimin with Hoseok trailing behind him entered. “Why are you doing jumping jacks half-naked?” Jimin asked, trying to keep his eyes trained on my face. Hoseok, on the other hand, was not being too discreet with his glances.

“Have you ever heard of knocking?” I tutted at them, still trying to pull up my pants. I didn’t bother with my torso exposed. It really wasn’t something they haven’t seen before.

“We did knock,” Hoseok shrugged. “You look like you need some help.”

“I’m. Fine,” I gritted out, giving my pants one final tug before finally succumbing to wearing a looser outfit. Unfortunately, my jeans started to rebel against the rough treatment I have been giving it the past fifteen minutes and decided to make a ripping sound, voicing its complaint.

That was the final straw.

I began crying and fell back to my bed. I grabbed an RJ plushie and covered my eyes, having the alpaca soak up my tears. I felt someone sit on both sides of my bed.

“Jagi, talk to us,” Jimin said, rubbing circles on my bare stomach. Luckily, I wasn’t the ticklish type.

“My jeans won’t fit,” I said through the plushie. I was still silently crying behind the alpaca.

“Then let’s get you some other jeans,” Hoseok suggested. I felt him hop off the bed and began pulling off the jeans off my legs with minimal effort before placing a kiss on my left leg.

My legs felt as if they could breathe again and slightly itchy. Peeking from the corner of the plushie, I saw Jimin rummaging through my wardrobe, looking for another set of jeans. I sighed, “What’s the point? The rest are skinny jeans. They definitely won’t fit me now.” I sat up in a flash and angrily threw the plushie across my room.

“Jagi,” Jimin said, startled by my sudden outburst. “Are you… worried about gaining weight?”

“What else could it be?” I huffed, sitting up. I pinched a piece of chub near my waist and pointed at it with my free hand. “Look at that!” I shrieked, glaring at the offensive body roll. “I have a photoshoot in a week. I’m going to get shit for this.”

“Look, it doesn’t matter,” Hoseok said in a comforting voice.

“’Doesn’t matter’? ‘Doesn’t matter’?!” I said, my voice rising. “Of course, it does! Those people out there will eat me alive if they knew I gained weight.” I turned my head to Jimin, knowing he had firsthand experience on the subject.

Jimin gave me nothing but silence, but his expression grew dark. I couldn’t tell if he was disappointed at me, at Hoseok, at people who will be looking at me after the photoshoot, or even at himself. I couldn’t even bring myself to care because I was already thinking of the numerous ways I should do to shed off the extra weight in a few days.

“[Y/n],” Hoseok began, laying off the pet name for the moment, “it really doesn’t matter. ARMY loves you for who you are, not for this.” He gestured to my body. “Jimin, say something.”

“Hobi-hyung is right,” Jimin said stiffly.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Spit it out. Whatever you want to say, say it. Lay it on me.”

Jimin sighed. “Hyung is right, okay? How you look will not compare what you do for BTS or for ARMY,” he said, “but I will not deny that you will get shit from this.”

“Jimin!” Hoseok exclaimed in warning.

“Don’t lie, hyung. It’s true, and you know it,” Jimin said. He sat on the bed to meet me eye-level. “But you should know whose comments should matter the most. Don’t let them dictate you on how you should look, okay? Just be healthy. Promise me.” He stared at me as he held my face, waiting for an answer.

Seeing the slight fear in Jimin’s eyes, tears began rolling down my face as I nodded. “I promise,” I whispered through my sobs. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, jagi.” Hoseok knelt in front of me, kissing my forehead. “Don’t be sorry. We all deal with body issues all the time. It’s alright.” He wiped off the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. “Stop crying,” he hushed, giving me one of his bright smiles that assured me that everything will be alright.

“I’m sorry,” I repeated but solely directed to Jimin this time.

Jimin shook his head. When I apologized again, he hushed me by kissing me. “There’s nothing to forgive,” he said before giving me one last peck.

“Really,” I said, insisting. “I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that, especially about body image. I’m sorry.”

Jimin paused before smiling warmly at me. “Again, there’s nothing to forgive, jagi.” He pulled me into his arms and gave me a reassuring squeeze.

“Besides,” Hoseok said as he sat beside me, slinging an arm on my shoulder, “if you really want to lose weight, you can always join me for dance practice.” Then he poked my nose. “But you’re definitely still eating, okay? No starving yourself.”

“No way, you crazy dance machine,” I stuck my tongue out at him. “I can never keep up with you and your intense moves. I would rather workout with Kookie.”

Jimin laughed at that.

“Ouch, that hurt me,” Hoseok playfully whined, rubbing his hand over his chest, but he looked mildly proud of my compliment about his dancing skills. “But if I’m being honest, I prefer you being more…” He trailed off and made curvy gestures in the air with his hands, making Jimin laugh harder.

I rolled my eyes. “Easy for you to say,” I pouted. “You already have the hips to seduce everybody.”

Hoseok chuckled and expressed his amusement by bumping said hips to mine.

“Besides, you don’t really need abs, jagi. I gave up on mine a long time ago,” Jimin said, wrapping his arm around my bare waist since my shoulders were already occupied. “Aren’t you still regaining the weight you lost from your last… relapse?” he asked, saying the last word more softly.

I shrugged nonchalantly, but deep inside, I was starting to be happy upon realizing that my weight gain was something I should be proud about. Keeping the light tone on the subject, I poked Jimin’s belly. “What do you mean you gave up? You definitely still have abs, you liar,” I laughed, continuing patting at his abdomen.

“Oh, he definitely still has them,” Hoseok grinned. He reached over and slyly pulled up Jimin’s shirt. “See?”

“Ah, hyung!” Jimin cried out, laughing. While Jimin was busy trying to retaliate by also pulling up Hoseok’s shirt, I bit my lip and snuck my hands under his shirt and pressed it flat on his stomach. Jimin jumped and fell back on the bed. “Your hands are freezing!” he whined as his abdomen tensed at my touch.

I blushed at the feel of Jimin’s abs under my palms.

“You should put a sweater on,” Jimin said worryingly, prying off my hands from his muscles.

“Why?” Hoseok smirked, reading my expression better than Jimin. “She’s ending up naked anyway.” His hands began rubbing on my shoulders, and I unconsciously moaned from the light massage. When I leaned my head back on his shoulder, his lips fell down on mine and immediately kissed me deeply, making me sigh into his mouth.

I felt Jimin’s hands run over my waist before climbing up on my bra strap behind me. With my lips still attached to Hoseok, I gave him a slight nod. Once my bra came off, I felt relieved over how I can breathe better, but I know it won’t last long, considering that these two boys will not let me catch a breath with their upcoming antics.

“This definitely is a fun way to burn calories,” Hoseok joked, and Jimin and I had to playfully kick him for that.

I meekly entered the Genius Lab and shyly greeted Yoongi before apologizing for being late. Yoongi merely gave me a smirk and continued working, putting back his headphones. He handed me the notes containing the lyrics he wanted me to review.

“So, did you have fun with Jimin?” Yoongi suddenly asked.

“What?” I gaped at him with widened eyes.

Yoongi spun his desk chair to face me. “That’s why you’re an hour and a half late, right?” he chuckled knowingly.

“H-how did… you—?”

“Jimin posted a selfie,” Yoongi shrugged, waving his phone. “Pretty normal to others, but I know firsthand what he looks like after sex.”

I choked on my spit. It was no surprise that Yoongi was intimate with Jimin too, but also as much with Hoseok. Everybody says that they don’t have any favorites, but everyone also knows that that’s just one big fat lie. Despite that, there wasn’t any doubt that we didn’t each other. We all are crazy for each other that there is literally no room for any doubt.

“How big is the damage?” Yoongi asked, glancing at my covered neck.

I chuckled, pulling off my scarf. “I managed to convince them not to mark me. Photoshoot coming up and all,” I said. “Jimin was the one who wasn’t happy about it.”

“’Them’?” Yoongi smirked. “Now you’re just showing off at this point, [y/n]-ah. I’m a bit hurt that you didn’t let me join in on the party.”

I blushed and looked down, fumbling with my fingers.

“Was it Taehyung?”

I shook my head. “It was Hobi-oppa,” I smiled shyly.

“Ahh,” Yoongi nodded thoughtfully. He left a really long pause before he spoke again. “You got seduced by those hips, didn’t you?” He then flashed me one of his trademark gummy smiles. “Don’t worry. I’m guilty as well.”

I laughed and took his smile as an invitation to sit on Yoongi’s lap. He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck. “We should eat out,” I suggested. “Does grilled meat sound good?”

“You really know how to seduce me as well,” Yoongi tutted his lips at me. “Using meat to get into my pants, you naughty girl.”

[marveliccious]

Helping Hands (M)

✓ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

✓  Genre: smut

✓  Words: 2.827

✓  Warnings: a little of voyeurism | dirty talk | Dom!Jungkook | Slight Dom!Reader.

✓  Requested: No

✓  A/N: my dirty dirty mind was working a lot this morning in physics class.

Also,I’m sorry for the ending, I could not think of a better one. But I hope you dirty minds and souls enjoy this smut.

✓  Remember: English is not my first language; if there’s any kind of errors please tell me and send me your thoughts so I can get better and better. Thanks!

Summary:

צ “I interrupted your ‘alone time’,Jungkook. The least I can do is jerk you off right here”

It was a Saturday night and as always, I found myself chatting with my friends at their dorm.

Instead of playing videogames like we always do, we decided to watch a movie because we would rather relax than scream at each other the words:”YOU CHEATED”.

Jin was ordering four boxes of pizza when I noticed someone was missing.

Jeon Jungkook.

My crush. The Golden Maknae that was good at everything and even more at making my heart beat like I ran a marathon. The guy that was so out of my reach but I never lost hope. We were so alike that we could be best friends, however his shyness and my nervousness made the bond impossible.

“Where’s Jungkook?”, I asked Taehyung, that was right beside me looking at the screen of his cellphone.

He looked at me and smirked. I just rolled my eyes in response. Everyone has the same reaction every time I say his name. Everybody knew about my feelings for him but the golden boy was the only oblivious about it.

“He’s in his bedroom. He said he needed to do something really important”, he told me while looking back at his cellphone.

“Talking about him, can you go and call him, (Y/N)?”, Jin said while taking the plates and cups to put on the table.

Hesitating a little, I nodded and went upstairs to go to his bedroom but not before seeing everybody’s devilish smirks and stares, making me blush and roll my eyes at the same time.

I slowly walked in the hall and in 15 seconds I found myself staring at his room’s door. I breathed heavily and raised my fist to knock on his door but stopped midway when I heard him groan.

Confused, I frowned. 

“Is he in pain?”, I thought.

But this thought faded away when I heard a moan and my name spilling from his lips.

My mouth fell wide open and I couldn’t help but to feel aroused.

My curiosity took the best of me and I opened the door, leaving just a an ajar open. I watched him buck his hips into his hands making him gasp and groan louder.

“You’re such a good girl, (Y/N)!”, he moaned making me feel like I was close to a volcano.

“So,so good princess. Fuck!”

Maybe it was the heat that was exhaling from my body or the way he was moaning my name and imagining me there with him but I found the confident person in me and opened his door for real when he was, again, saying how much of a good little girl I was.

“Am I? I must be, I’m making you a mess and I’m not even touching you”, I said leaning against the door frame with a sly smirk while watching him cover himself with the eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“(Y-Y-YN)”, he stuttered. 

“We’re gonna start watching the movies; finish the important thing you have to do”, I said grinning.”And come join us”, I finished my sentence closing the door going back downstairs.

“Where is this confidence coming from?”

“Where’s Jungkook?”, Namjoon asked when I reappeared in the kitchen.

“He’s on his way”, I answered,  not being able to contain the sly smirk that came on my lips again.

The boys frowned in confusion but I ignored them.

Jin was putting Coke in the cups for everybody when Jungkook showed up, not even giving me a glance.

“Hey, did you finish the important thing you were doing?”, Yoongi asked.

I looked at Jungkook and saw him gulp in nervousness.

“He did”, I grinned, seeing Jungkook look at me with wide eyes.

“Does he think I’m gonna tell?”, I laughed inside my head.

“What were you doing that was so important?”, Hoseok questioned.

 “I-I”, my crush stuttered.

“He was playing Overwatch”, I lied.”And he won”, I said jumping with a grin on my face.

The boys nodded, congratulating him while going to the living room.

“Congratulations, Kookie”, I said passing my left hand on his hard chest while passing past him.

The boys took the best seat in front of the TV, leaving just a two-seats sofa free. I knew that they didn’t do that just because of they wanted the best seats, they were doing on purpose so I could be close to Jungkook.

In any other day, I’d have rolled my eyes but not today.

I smiled sitting on the couch feeling Jungkook’s presence one second after I sat.

Jungkook looked around and noticed that the only available seat was next to me.

The room fell silent while everybody was waiting for Jungkook to make a move.

Slowly, he made his way towards the small sofa, sitting beside me.

“Okay,let’s start!, Jin said,pressing the play button of the remote.

The tension in the room seemed to fade as the movie started, catching everyone’s attention.

Well, everyone except me and Jungkook.

I could see his broad shoulders get tenser and tenser when I would make a move.

Thirty minutes passed and I couldn’t pay attention to the movie as the image of Jungkook masturbating because of me took place on my mind.

I took one of the blankets piled on a table close to the sofa that Jin left just in case if we would feel cold.

I put the blanket over me and Jungkook, making him jump in surprise and look at me startled.

I giggled and got close to him, whispering in his ear.

“Relax,Jungkook”, I murmured in the sexiest voice I could make.

“My plan is only starting”, I thought with a smirk.

I looked around discreetly and saw that everybody was too into the movie to notice if something happens. And even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t see anything because the sofa’s back was totally facing them.

I started in slow motion, rubbing my legs to show I was aroused. Gently moving to make my legs touch his. I pretended to fix my hair just to brush my fingers on his ar and shoulders. In a few more attempts I saw him squirm and I knew my plan was working.

I got closer to him and put my right hand on his thigh, rubbing it slowly and then grabbing his shaft, gently, through his pants, feeling it’s hardness.

“You’re so hard,Jungkookie”, I said looking at him with a smile.”Well, is no surprise since I interrupted you”, I chuckled darkly.

“Wh-wha-what are you doing?”, he asked with wide eyes, looking at me and then my hand.

“I interrupted you, Jungkook”, I repeated more firmly with a pout on my lips.”So I’m going to jerk you off right here”, I finished the sentence making him gulp.

With no warnings nor hesitation, I put my hands inside his boxers briefs, feeling his hard cock get in contact with my hand.

“Oh my God,Jungkook. You’re so big”, I said seeing in the corner of my eye his cocky smile.

But it soon disappeared when I started to move my hand up and down bis shaft, feeling how thick it is.I passed my thumb over the head of his cock, spreading out the pre cum all over the rest of his length, lubricating it.

A few minutes after, my movements started to make wet noises so I had to go a little slower, making Jungkook whine in complaints. 

“Ah”, Jungkook hissed.”Please don’t stop”

“I’d love to see you a mess,Jungkookie,but do you want them finding out?”,I said watching him bite his bottom lip.

“Let’s go upstairs”, he suggested,breathlessly, more like a command.

I nodded stopping my movements, making him whine at the loss of contact. I made a sign, indicating that he should go first.

He nodded and got up, hiding his erection with the movement of his hands in front of his crotch. 

“I’m really tired”, he faked an yawn. “I’ll go to bed”, he announced but no one really paid attention.

He made a sound with his lips while making a pout making me giggle quietly. He looked at me and smirked,winking at me before heading upstairs.

After 2 minutes, I faked an yawn too saying I was going to sleep.

“Tae, can I use your bed?”

“You can use any bed you want I guess, no one will sleep in their rooms tonight, well, except Jungkook”, he said wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, shut up! Seriously you guys don’t mind?”

“Yah, we’ll pass the whole night watching movies, now go to sleep and let us watch the movie, please?”, Yoongi said stuffing his mouth with popcorn.

“Okay. Goodnight,guys!”, I said making my way upstairs.

When I was almost knocking on Jungkook’s door, it suddenly opened and then Jungkook pushed me inside.

“You took way too long”, he looked at me seriously.

“I had to make a good excuse”, I shrugged my shoulders.

Jungkook hurriedly got closer, circling my waits with his strong arms. He buried his face on my neck, giving light kisses, going up to my jawline and then my lips.

The kiss started slow but soon started to get faster and passionate. The lust between us growing and growing.

“God, I waited so long for this”, he said taking off his shirt and throwing me on his bed.

“I dream so much about you and your gorgeous body”, he told me while looking into my eyes.

“Yeah?”, I stared intensely at his eyes, taking all my strength to not look at his abs.”What do you usually dream about?”

He smirked.”You sucking me off; me eating you out; fucking you so hard that the only thing you’ll be able to say and scream is my name. I dream about making you mine and just mine”, he listed making me moan.

“Make me yours, Jungkook”, I whispered maintaining the eye contact.

He grinned taking my shirt off, throwing on the floor. My bra soon followed.

Jungkook was going directly to the point. He kissed my right boob then started to suck my nipples, sometimes surrounding the areola with his tongue. He soon followed to my other boob, giving it the same treatment.

After he was done, he gave little pecks and licks on my abdomen, tummy, belly button until he got on the hem of my jeans.

He unbuttoned my jeans and forcefully pulled them down my legs.

“Man, he really is in a hurry. I most have worked him up pretty badly,huh?”

Jungkook stopped to look at me all spread out on his bed. He licked his lips like I was some kind of meal, making me more turned on with his stare.

“Jungkook!”,I whined catching his attention.”Please,fuck me!”

He smirked.”Soon baby, I wanna taste you first”, he winked at me, pulling my panties down.

He gave both my inner thighs little pecks, soon he was in front of my dripping core.

He took some of my substance on the tip of his index finger, smirking while doing it a few times. It was like he was playing with my juices like a little boy with his truck.

“You’re so wet,baby”, he grinned.”All wet and just for me,right, princess?”

“Yes,yes,please Jungkook”, I whined.”Do something”

He grinned, soon licking a long stripe up my folds, humming with a smile on his face.

“You have no idea how many times I imagined your taste on my tongue”, he hummed once again.

With no warnings, he started to devour my pussy, making me gasp and arch my back, earning a grin from him. He latched on to my clit, sucking in forcefully. He went down, plunging his tongue inside my leaking whole, massaging my clit with his thumb, making me moan louder.

He hummed in response.

“You like that,princess?”, he asked me then licking my whole with the tip of his tongue.

“Yes, Jungkook”, I moaned.”Please,keep going”

“Look at me,princess”, he commanded. I obeyed him, seeing him grin at me.

“That’s right,princess. Watch what I’m doing to you, to your tight little pussy”

With that, he plunged his two fingers inside of me, making me squeeze the sheets. His mouth came back to my clit, abusing it in the most delicious of ways.

His pace fastened and I felt that magical knot forming in my stomach. Sensing that I was close to cumming,he stopped making a whine come out of my lips.

“Don’t worry,princess. The fun is about to start”,he smirked and winked at me.

“W-wait! What about you? I want to play with you too”, I said with a pout.

He smiled and caressed my cheek.

“Other time,baby. My cock can’t wait any longer to be inside you”.

He took off his gray sweatpants and boxers, showing me perfect and toned body. My eyes traveled from his face,passing to his collarbones,chest,abs and finally his erect cock, that was dripping with pre cum,begging for attention.

While he was busy looking for a condom, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, pumping it slowly, making him tense and moan above me.

He shooed my hand, soon after, putting the condom hurriedly. He put both of his hands on each side of my head,giving a peck on my forehead making my heart melt.He slowly looked at my eyes and silently asked for permission that was hurriedly conceded it.

The romantic aura was soon gone when he inserted his dick inside of my pussy. He hissed loudly whilst I moaned his name in a high pitched voice. He slowly set the pace, fastening minute by minute.

I clawed his back,hissing at the amount of force he was using to fuck me.

“Yeah,you like that,princess?”, he asked me breathlessly.”Do you like when I pound into your tight little cunt like that?”

The amount of pleasure made impossible to answer to his dirty talk, so I just moaned instead. But Jungkook wasn’t very pleased with that.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you,princess”, he said giving me a hard slap on my right thigh, earning him a yelp from my lips.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time and you better answer,baby, or you’ll regret. Do you like when I pound into your tight little cunt,huh?”

“YES! Yes,Jungkook! Oh my God,please Jungkook!”,I replied him gripping his hair locks between my fingers.

“Good girl”,he praised me,going even faster,making my whole body bounce.One of his hands went down and grabbed one of my boobs, squeezing it gently even with his rough pace.

Just when I was about to feel that knot again,he stopped and pulled out of me.

He didn’t give me time to protest as he roughly turned me around. Instinctively, I lifted my butt earning a slap from Jungkook that made me moan in delight.

“I wish I could do this all day,but I’m desperate to milk you with my cum”

He started his violent thrusts again. He put one hand on my hip and the other on my waist,keeping me steady. The only sound that could be heard was skin slapping skin and our moans, that were getting louder and louder. Surely, the boys and the whole building was aware of what we were doing however we weren’t minding it.

“Fuck,you feel so good around me,baby”

“Yeah? You like when my pussy squeezes your cock?”, I asked with a smirk, trying to look behind me, seeing him with his head thrown back.

“Oh,fuck, I like it so much,princess”,he said looking at me.”You look so beautiful on all fours for me”

A few more thrusts and the knot on my stomach was just ready to explode.

“J-Jungkook! I’m close! I-I’m going to-”

“No,you’re not allowed to cum until I say so,baby”

“But ple-”

“I said no”,he said with the most dominating and sexiest voice ever,making me whimper and nod as a good girl.

I was trying my best not to cum and at the same time I was praying that he found his release soon, if not I’m damned.

“Oh,princess! I’m so going to cum!’”, he started to let out multiples ‘ah’s’, indicating that he was indeed close to his orgasm.

“Please,Jungkook! Let me cum!”, I pleaded.

He hovered me,pressing his chest against my back. The hand that was holding my hip traveled to my clit and started massaging it making my eyes roll.

“Cum for me,princess”,he commanded and it seemed that my body only needed his words because soon after I was clenching around his member,making him cum with me.

He gave a few final thrusts and then he pulled out of me. I fell on the bed feeling too tired to move,I heard shifting around so I presumed that he was getting rid of the condom.

I soon felt his presence beside me as the bed shifted with his weight. He gently pulled the white cover over us,bringing my body close to his,making me lay on his chest.

I was already drifting off to sleep but not before feeling Jungkook’s lips on my hair.

“Goodnight,princess”

And hearing his final command,I felt asleep with the happiest and most genuine smile on my face.

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[roughsexwithgaga]

Glitter & Grease pt. 3

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

The quivering heat made everyone lazy. Taylor had left for the beach together with two of his friends and their girlfriends. Gaga’s employees left to chill at a nearby beach bar to get out of the house since the air-condition seemed to fail on them again. She refused to ”fix” it again even though she was swimming in her own sweat on the couch. She felt the salty drops of sweat emerge from her neck and run down her back. Her hair was sticky and collected in a tiny bun. Joel was on the phone hunting the agency who owned the house and get someone to come and look at the cooling unit. It was insufferable to stay inside in the melting heat.

Gaga rubbed her fingers against her templates. The sweat made everything itch. She had a binder on her lap and it stuck to her wet skin. A loud exhale as a form of complaint slipped through her lips and she licked them. The cool air from her breath felt nice on the hands in front of her. She heard Joel rant in the other room and felt slightly uncomfortable. Squinting at the papers she closed her Macbook. He was talking to someone else now and sounding more relaxed talking about a screening. Good, Gaga thought. Hopefully he’d get jobs without dragging her brand into things. As if she wasn’t busy enough as it is.

She looked up and saw Joel stand by the window in the large living room. ”We should pull the blinds to shut out the heat at least.” He stood with his hands in his pockets and looked dreamingly at the beach on the other side of the road.

”Right,” Gaga mumbled over her papers. ”Why don’t you do that.”

”Someone is gonna come over to have a look at the unit.”

”Good,” she said without enthusiasm. She didn’t look at him and suddenly his voice was right in front of her. ”What are you doing? Are those scripts?” he asked. ”Is that a Netflix logo?”

”No, what-” Gaga frowned, closed the binder and moved it out of his sight. As if she, personally, would bring important papers with her, but she didn’t want him looking into her things anyway.

”Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” he put his hands up and tilted his head to apologize. Shiny white teeth showed, and surely he was fooling a lot of women with that wide smile. His hair fell into his face when he looked down through her cleavage. The long v-neckline showed a lot of boob and a hint of her nipples as it slacked when she leaned forward. She felt sweat seep from underneath her tits and run down her belly.

Gaga laughed and blew air through her nose. ”Yeah, right.” She looked up at him. ”Says the man who kept a video of the most private thing ever.” Her big eyes looked like they were going to drop out of their sockets if they showed more white. Her jaw moved like she was grinding her teeth. He observed her neck muscles and her collarbones. She was so small, why was he so intimidated by her?

Joel looked confused at first, but then he understood what she meant. He nodded and scratched his stubble. ”Aha, it still eats you.” He changed his tone to a lighter one and pulled the neck of his t-shirt. It was tight against his fit chest. ”What are you working on?” She was really getting under his skin with her piercing eyes so he stared back at her, but avoided eye contact.

Gaga ignored the question at first and felt his eyes licking her entire body and especially her thighs as she sat with her legs folded underneath her. She clicked her tongue and made him look straight into her eyes. ”He’ll never choose anyone of us over his family. You’re an idiot for keeping ’it’.” She leaned back on the couch, felt Joel’s eyes zoom in on the pearls of sweat between her tits and liked the fact she had full control of him again. ”Besides, I helped you out. I got you a job on the set of AHS and had to endure you stalking my ass for 20 hours a day. I think I did my part. I owe you nothing.”

”Wait…?” Joel pointed at his chest and looked surprised. ”I-”

Gaga laughed briefly and the smile disappeared from her face so fast he wasn’t sure he even heard her laugh. ”I’m not stupid, but you are. If anyone reveals it, it will be you, and he will wonder why you had it and I will tell him exactly what happened.” Gaga’s hand rested on the binder and her eyes looked into his. She squinted and her eye color shifted from green to dark grey. Her lips pouted and she smiled again, but it looked like the grin of a predator that found an easy prey.

She suddenly stood up and intended to walk past Joel, who didn’t move. At least he had his size over her but it didn’t help at all. She made him feel very small that moment and he finally swallowed and whispered: ”Ask your man about Alanna.” He could smell her and as usual she smelled so good, sweet and expensive. And of sex and sweat. She was such a goddamn tease, revealing everything on purpose to make everyone want her.

Gaga felt a twitch in the corner of her eye and Joel must have noticed it. He smiled. ”Take it as a confirmation of trust.” He sensed his hair on his arms stand up.

”What the fuck are you after?” she snarled nasally. They stood like that, measuring each other when Taylor entered the room behind Joel.

”Stef?” he said and looked confused. His hair was wet and he was pulling a t-shirt over his head. Wrinkles on his forehead revealed he found the silence suspicious. Two people don’t stand and stare at each other like Gaga and Joel without a reason.

Gaga looked at Taylor and forced the corners of her mouth upward. ”Hey, baby,” she chirped. ”How was the beach?” She turned around and grabbed her Macbook and her papers while giving Joel a venomous stare. He observed her delicate hands with their blue veins huddle up her papers and items. Amazed at how much of a mess she was able to make within such a short time.

Slow and catty she walked up to Taylor and stood pressed against him while pouting her lips to receive a kiss. He squinted at her. The swimsuit she was wearing dug in between her butt cheeks and she knew they both gazed at her behind as she left the room.

A few seconds lated Taylor walked into their bedroom and slammed the door shut. A little too hard. Gaga’s voice was surprisingly calm. ”Hey, you didn’t answer my question. How was the beach?” she asked and searched around the room for both her charger and her phone, which somehow got lost in all her papers. When no one was around to keep track of her things she was lost. Leaning against a drawer he squinted at her.

Taylor approached her and made her turn and face him. He didn’t have any trouble with looking her in the eyes, but she was a master at lies and manipulation.

”You were all cheery this morning. What’s changed?” she asked.

While he held her gaze she stared back and searched for anything in his eyes regarding Joel’s mention of another woman in his life. Of course she understood exactly what Joel had meant and his intention was to drive a split between her and Taylor. She didn’t want to dance around at Joel’s command but she definitely didn’t share her partners. Even though her own borders regarding faithfulness seemed to float.

”So were you. So what is going on?” he smiled, but it never reached his eyes.

Here we go, she thought. I’m not gonna fold. The time between her leaving Joel and Taylor and his entrance was too short for Joel to have told him anything substantial and frankly, the moment Joel had mentioned another woman she felt like she didn’t care anymore. Why walk around on glass knowing Taylor’s best friend could ruin her life in two seconds when Taylor didn’t even care either, but instead found other girls to entertain him.

She admitted the revelation of another name had come as a complete surprise and it was so unexpected that someone could to to her what she had done to others. Of course she realized how stupid she had been. It made her angry, both at her self and him.

Her nose nearly poked his but he didn’t intend to kiss her even though she parted her lips as an invitation. She didn’t even blink and when her eyes looked dry and in need of some water he let go of her and pulled a deep breath.

”What was that with Joel?” he paused and thought of how all this time they spent apart he had always suspected she had side pieces, but it was something completely different to have it tossed in your face that someone had secrets. He didn’t know what to think except that she was clearly cheating on him, and had been on and off for a long time, but he didn’t know with who. It most definitely wasn’t Joel. But it could be anyone of her friends. ”Or wait, it isn’t about Joel. But someone… else?”

Gaga pulled her eyebrows together. What was he talking about? Where did this come from? Something truly was off about him. Her voice was cold. She decided to hit back. ”It takes one to know one, right.”

”What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I asked you a question regarding you and Joel caught in a death stare,” he didn’t even raise his voice, but the words were sharp and she felt his breath against her cheek as he rapidly moved up against her and grabbed her arm. A sweet, stale odor of alcohol hit her. Damn, his grip was a little too hard around her arm and she felt her heart starting to race in her chest. She told herself to stay calm. He overreacted and she was going to make sure he understood he was.

Gaga’s eyes shot darts of fire into his as she articulated the words very clear and directly at his face. ”Look!” Her wide opened eyes glowed in the dimly lit room. ”I don’t have any business with your friend apart from the fact I helped him with a job on the set of AHS. Out of kindness. I owe him nothing and if you think something else is going on I suggest you ask him yourself. On the other hand, he keeps insinuating things that makes me really uncomfortable so whether you like it or not I am not staying in this house.” Her voice came from deep inside her stomach and he nearly saw her throat expand to bring volume to her words.

It took some time for Gaga’s machine gun word-attack on Taylor to land and when it did his grip loosened and he took a step back. The normal reaction would be to ask what Joel was insinuating, but since he didn’t, Gaga took that as a confirmation Joel had told the truth about the woman. She sighed and her dark eyelids showed as her eyes were half shut. She looked exhausted.

Taylor sighed too and started mumbling. ”Listen, I know we spend more time apart than together, and I know sometimes people just gotta let off some steam and yeah, I have put up with the things you do because at the end of the day you and me have a vow to marry and just maybe once that happens you will change-”

”What?” Gaga couldn’t believe her ears. ”What is going on in your head? I do what? You have put up with what? And change into what?” Was he suddenly turning her into the bad person, to make up for his own secrets?

Taylor felt his brain suddenly opening a tap and couldn’t stop. All his fears and frustration poured out in a defensive mess. She was keeping something from him and he didn’t know what it was and it made him feel incomplete. Like he only got a part of her. The tiniest part.

”Then tell me! Who are you not screwing behind my back? Because it is fucking obvious! Is it random dudes? Do I need to get my dick checked for lord-knows-what-diseases? Is it that Ronson-dude? Because you seem really mesmerized by him. Or for what I know it could be that ridiculous guy I don’t even remember his name, T-something, or your slimy agent, or…!” He took a breath.

She closed her eyes felt her cheeks heat up.

For two seconds he looked confused when he noticed her reaction, then he found air again. ”I do know you fuck around, Stef! You have zero respect for our relationship! And lately you have been slipping away! And now I realize it because Joel seems like even he knows what’s going on! Jesus what the-”

Gaga put her hands up to stop his tirade. Finally she couldn’t hold back but raised her voice. ”What a fucking awesome guy you are that has to put up with me! No one is forcing you to stay! I am not the one cheating here!”

Taylor breathed fast. ”Unlike you, I feel a certain responsibility, babe.”

She looked like a cornered animal ready to fight back. She was lying. He knew it. The air was poisonous between them. The lies just made it more infected since they both thought the other one wasn’t honest. Fuck you, Joel, what secrets do you have with her and what have you told her, Taylor thought.

Gaga was furious. When he put his hands out to reach for her she swatted them away. ”Don’t babe me, you asshole.” Most of all she was angry because he blamed her for cheating when he wasn’t spotless himself, and admittedly had suspected it but acted like it didn’t matter to him. Instead the content fucker had just gone and found himself another girlfriend. Is that how important she was to him? So important he could stand letting her do whatever she was doing and not even be jealous if she cheated? Why didn’t he confront her before? He had shown her nothing but neglect. And now he ran away like some coward and found comfort in some other girl’s arms when she was difficult. And he had the audacity to pretend to be upset!

”So right, It’s pretty obvious you’re fucking someone when I’m away, wow. So who is it? That 50 year old sleaze ball or one of your hot co-stars on AHS? Stef, what the fuck is going on?” When Taylor saw her face he regretted every word he said the last minute but they fell out of his mouth and he wished he could suck them right back in. He was at a dead end. He didn’t have any proof but he was still confident and he felt like shit throwing his assumptions in her face. She looked hurt, and angry. Her neck muscles moved like she was swallowing hard to keep from crying. Her chin wrinkled up and her nostrils flared like she was about to hyperventilate.

Poor Mark, Gaga thought and hid her face in her palms. Nothing ever happened and she unfortunately couldn’t hide how she reacted by going red with anger at all the names being mentioned. Taylor’s accusations were unfair. The floor fluctuated under her feet. ”Mark is married, Taylor. And the others have partners. Wouldn’t it be kind of stupid?” She turned around and took a step towards the door because she felt the tears flooding up behind the eyelids and she didn’t want to cry now. And especially not in front of Taylor. Almost instantly she felt his hand grabbing her waist.

”Yeah, just turn your back on it. Having a partner didn’t stop you, did it!” He realized this had been brewing a long time in his head, like why she did it. Why stay with him if she was so thirsty for validation from other lovers? Why not just stay single and fuck whoever. He suddenly felt like an idiot. He knew why. She couldn’t be single. Being alone was her greatest fear and he decided to use it against her. ”Why do I even care anymore? Just go! Run away - to whoever. IF they want you.” He waved his hand like he wanted to swat her out of the room. ”What am I saying, of course they all want you - your money - and your influence!”

Gaga quickly turned around, her vision was blurry with tears and she whispered directly at his face. ”Having a partner never stopped you either. Now listen carefully. Tomorrow, we’re gonna go to the Indy 500 and everything is going to be as usual. You’re gonna put your arm around me, grab my ass or whatever. We’re gonna pose for those candids and after that I promise you won’t have to ”put up” with me anymore.” Her voice sounded more steady than she thought it would. ”And you’re obsessed with jealousy over something you know nothing about.”

”You know what, I think you decided we’re over as soon as you started working with Mark in the studio.” He had never been more conflicted in his entire life. Right now he wanted her more than ever but he also wanted to drop her so hard she hurt more than he did. Peeling that damn leotard off her to destroy her vagina was an option as well. Her cold hearted efforts made him hard. She could deny her cheating habits all she wanted. Every lie she told pulsated into his growing dick.

She was so fucking impressed with this Mark and he had been so jealous, so damn jealous thinking he fucked her. And now, lust and hate bubbled inside his belly at the thought of her willingly spreading her soft thighs for someone else  and allowing that person to enter her made his thoughts explode with white hate and rage. He wondered what she told him, if she whispered things into his ear as she rode his dick in that big bed of hers in Malibu with the white crisp sheets. And if she made him breakfast and they had sex afterwards by the pool and… he needed to stop.

Gaga saw the anger in his eyes and took another step towards the door and he reached for her shoulder. She tumbled backwards and fell into his arms. He was on top of her before she realized what had happened. When she saw his face she slapped his cheek hard. The sharp pain made him cringe and as she prepared to hit him again with her other hand his fingers quickly closed around her wrist. He glanced at her closed fist and noticed she had the diamond of the ring inside of her palm. If she had managed to slap him with that it no doubt would’ve caused an open wound.

”You bitch,” he whispered and let go of her. ”You’re not worth it.”

”I am. You’re just too damn stupid and lazy to see it. I wasted five fucking years on you.” She pulled him down when he tried to get up. ”Five years. I’ve made you come back several times before and I can do it again.”

”Is that what you want? Constantly chasing after someone?” His eyes stared into hers. ”You think you make everyone want you, but you chase after people and run them down until they give in and then you kick them to the gutter. I came back that time in Australia because I wanted you. I thought it would be different. But you did the same thing again. I’m nothing to you.”

”You came into my life when I was trash. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and you were there and I just needed someone.” Her hands pulled his hair and their lips met. She opened her mouth and let his tongue slide along hers. His tongue stroke against her teeth and he felt her hot breath hit his face when she exhaled loudly. She felt her groins tingle as she raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. ”I wanted you to be that someone.”

Taylor sighed against her neck. ”I knew nothing of you then!”

”No of course not. You never cared.” She felt his hard dick press against her groin.

”You were there, I felt something!”

”Tay, when did everything turn this ugly? I hate what we’ve become. It’s all dark.” Her voice were soft against his ear and then she started whimpering ”I’m sorry, babe, I’m sorry,” while he kissed her soft lips. ”I’m sorry I am such a disappointment.” She just wanted to be loved so bad. ”I wanted to be the main priority in your life.”

Taylor pulled the straps down and her tits fell out. Greedily and hard he sucked and licked her nipples and squeezed them until she groaned with pain. Her warm fingertips stroke across the skin on his shoulders and his back. Her touch turned him on so bad. ”I want you,” she whispered. ”I always wanted you first, but you never wanted me. Why am I so difficult to love? I gave you everything.”

”You’re not a disappointment. You are magnificent,” he mumbled. ”You are everything. I fucked it all up.”

These goddamn tits, he thought as they disappeared underneath his hands. Their soft skin, roundness and rubbery nipples. The thought of someone else touching her and making her moan with pleasure drove him insane with jealousy. He let his hands slide down her belly and pulled the swimsuit down, past her hips and legs and tossed it away. Her clammy thighs smacked together when he lifted her up and placed her in the middle of the bed.

Taylor forced her to turn around and ran his fingers along her crack. She was wet and ready and wiggled her hips in anticipation. Her ass cheeks received several hard gropes and turned red. She bit her lip. He pulled her up on her knees and buried his face against her soaked pussy from behind. He could sense her juices flow onto his tongue as he licked her and smoothened her every fold down south. His fingers rubbed her clit and slipped inside her hole so easily. She thrust her ass at his face for more.

She turned around and parted her thighs for him. Her face looked more tortured than aroused. Her dark brows pulled together, lips curled and eyes closed or briefly looking at him with glittering green desire and lust. ”I fucking hate you all. You’re all the same. Lying bastards. Every damn one of you. I swear to God.” Her breaths were fast and shallow. ”No matter what I do, how I try, I really try…”

He pulled his shorts down and pulled her up against his hips. He was so damn turned on his balls ached and he felt like he was going to cramp as he sat on his knees on the bed. He wished she would stop talking. She was switching between hating him and forgiving him so fast he couldn’t keep up.

With his arm wrapped around her waist he guided his cock along her wet slit and pushed inside her. Yesterday felt good, but today it felt fucking amazing. He grunted and let out a stream of words to describe her loveliness and how he hated her, in turns. He was convinced she was thinking of someone else and it made him even harder and rougher and his thoughts made no sense.

Gaga was so turned on that when Taylor finally pushed inside her she felt like a massive load of anxiety and worries just ran off her. Her body became limp and heavy, like after an orgasm and she wasn’t even there yet. His steady pace, the hard thrusts, deep inside her. Her pussy sent bursts of pleasure up through her belly and the feeling became more intense. She bit her lip and thought of how amazingly good it felt and why would she only be able to feel this good on these few occasions. She was 30, at her sexual peak and she was robbed of these moments by all their time apart.

The sound of his pulsating cock ramming in and out of her made him forget to breathe. Every drop of blood in his body must have been inside his dick this moment. He fucked her as hard as he could, slipped out and rammed his dick hard into her groin, ignored the pain and pushed inside her again, fucked her harder than ever and she still kept asking for more and harder.

He held her down, thrust so hard and deep inside her any deeper he would be tickling her spine. She pulled her legs up, bucked her hips and the muscles inside her vagina tightened around his dick. She nearly screamed because it felt so fucking amazing. ”Faster!” she grunted. His crotch hit hers with fleshy sounds. It was his turn to hold on to the headboard to be able to shove his cock with more force inside her.

It wasn’t enough. He forced her around and pulled her halfway off the bed, then he entered her again with even harder thrusts while her face was pushed down into the sheets. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, watched her muscles tense as she struggled to balance herself. Her shoulders were pulled up, veins pulsating on her neck. She clung to the sheets and gasped for air.

“Fuck,” Gaga mumbled between the thrusts. He pulled her sweaty hair and watched the muscles on her back ripple as she writhed beneath him. His hands groped her tits, so hard she moaned at the pain and felt like he was crushing her. The hard nipples rubbed against the sheets when he let go and pushed her down harder. “Don’t stop!” she moaned. ”Don’t stop!”

The bed rammed against the wall again, Taylor’s calves were numb. Gaga was turned half way around and nearly bouncing off the bed having her pussy fucked to pieces by Taylor. He never thought being mad at her would make their sex even better. He wanted to hurt her. Like he felt hurt by her.

Gaga felt Taylor grow inside her. Harder thrusts, the sounds of their bodies slamming into each other and the wet fuck-sounds. She lowered her hips and felt his balls ram against her sensitive clit, her body tensed and while he carried on with rhythmic perfection to slide in and out of her, she finally let go and exhaled into the pillow while the orgasm exploded throughout her lower body.

”…your cunt,” he mumbled to her face as he leaned down, exhaled and nearly spat in her face from the explosion his balls created inside her. “…is amazing!”

“Oh god,” she panted with her short nails clawing the pillows and sheets.

Taylor pulled out, and sank down on the bed beside her. He didn’t really know what to say. It sounded like she wanted to call it all off and he didn’t know what to say to make it OK. It wasn’t just the heat of the moment. She wanted a reason to let him go. Now he felt used. Did he love her, or what she was? He figured she somehow heard about Alanna. But nothing had happened between them. She was into him, but he had stayed faithful to Gaga all along. He thought of how he probably sensed she was slipping away from him or he wouldn’t have lead Alanna on and kept contact. Like a backup. Damn, he was so ashamed of himself.

Gaga turned around and wrapped the blanket around her. She lit a cigarette and stepped out of the room. She took a long drag and stared into the dimly lit room. Her lips were swollen and red, her cheeks blushing and her eyeliner was smudged. She knew she looked sensational post-sex and she wanted everyone to suffer seeing her like this, but no one saw her.

Gaga went into the bathroom to have a cold shower. Her vagina felt like it had been ripped out of her body and wrapped around a pole and she loved how her groins hurt like they’ve been stretched to the max.

She didn’t like herself when she was around Taylor anymore. She thought she had become bitter, jealous and angry. It was harder and harder to keep up the appearance of a perfect relationship. Did she even know him? He didn’t even fight for her. She sighed and closed the door behind her. There was no air in the bathroom so she put out the cigarette and pulled the shower curtains aside. Someone had left clots of hair over the drain and a shampoo bottle on the floor. Disgusting, she muttered.

She felt so out of place. Recalling bars smelling of piss and spilled beer, unidentified greasy substances left in corners that only the imagination put a stop to what it could be. When did she stopped being used to that? Or wait, she had never been used to that. It was just an image. She was reluctant to even stand naked in that shower because she didn’t think she would feel clean afterwards.

Every time she met with Taylor her intention was to take their relationship further, but it didn’t go forward, or in any direction because they were stuck. And Taylor seemed so content with the way things were. The cold water made the air breathable so she pulled a few deep breaths. Realizing their engagement was over at the same second as her lungs expanded and she stepped into the water, like needle pricks across her skin. She felt like the guest who overstayed her welcome - or a trespasser even.

…

The towel looked like it was the size of a small continent compared to Gaga as she wrapped it around her and stepped back into the room she shared with Taylor.

“It’s not working, Tay.”

Taylor looked into her eyes. In a very different way than usual. As if he finally saw her. Everything she was hit him like an avalanche. Her fame and her position in the world, her power and her talent. All that was at stake and he was losing it. He squinted his eyes in what looked like an attempt to squeeze out tears. She wasn’t going to come back.

“Oh, knock it off already. You’re a shit actor.” Gaga tossed her used underwear and the soaked bathing suit above the rest of the clothes. He really didn’t get it. She took a deep breath but felt the darkness inside her suck all air out instantly. Because maybe he actually did get it.

”You will never manage to call yourself single!” he said.

”I guess we’ll see about that, shall we?” Gaga said nasally. She was proud of herself she didn’t throw Alanna in his face. He had cheated and fooled her and now that she threw him out he was on his knees begging her to come back. It made her feel good. The thought of whatever Joel’s intentions were he had both succeeded and failed. The gap between them had never been wider. Misunderstandings and distance and trust had been digging for too long and now she and Taylor both stood on separate sides of the chasm barely able to communicate.

Taylor looked shocked and hurt at the same time. She shook her head and pulled her wet hair back. He observed her. The corners of her mouth weren’t tilted up as usual, she looked pissed off. Her lips pouted and she avoided eye contact. He could see her eyes looking red and she looked like she was about to cry but still had that hard look on her face. Damn, she was beautiful and he was fucking idiot. What was he thinking taking her for granted? That she would always come running back to him? Who did he think he was?

”And we’re eating out tonight. I don’t want to stay a minute longer than I have to in this house.“

\o/

Taylor had been up all night drinking. When Ashley went to get him he still hadn’t slept in his bed and Gaga had told Jessica to clear out the apartment in Chicago. The frosty air between the couple in the car on the way to the airport was almost too much. She could tell they both wanted to be as far away from each other as possible.

”Now prove me wrong and show me what a great actor you are,” Gaga whispered as they stepped out of the car and glued a big smile on her face. He reeked of alcohol and was most likely still drunk so maybe he would look naturally clingy she thought. During the night he had become devastated as it dawned on him that she was giving up on him and he fumbled after her hand. She let him hold it and felt his hands around her waist and hip as they walked. That was the most he had touched her in public in forever.

It was easier to enjoy the day than she thought it would be. The air was thick with the smell of burnt rubber and gas fumes. Sure her thoughts wandered occasionally and when Taylor stood next to her while they watched the race, letting his hand rest on her lower back and butt she felt kind of pleased. She saw the camera in the corner of her eye and turned so the photos would come out great. She thought of all the times they had been doing this for the cameras. The display.

So many people wanted to see her and talk to her, she started to feel anxious and couldn’t wait to leave. There was still a dinner party taking place during the evening and she had to prepare. The ring felt like it weighed a ton. A million broken promises, a failure and a lie. She had tried. Or had she? Was she ever serious about it or was it just another attempt at fitting in?

She instructed Sarah she wanted to look breathtaking for the night and her wish was granted. Heads turned as she entered the location of the after party and she thought of how easily she could pick anyone and have them crawling through broken glass with their pants down for her. Her hair was slicked back and the pony tail looked like silk as it fell down her back. Her make up was subtle, dark brows and blusher on the cheeks. Her lips swollen and wet, a smile lurking in the corner of her mouth. She could have been naked or wearing a potato sack and it wouldn’t matter because they all looked at her face - and then at Taylor with envy.

”I think we are totally even now,” she smiled, leaned towards Joel on her other side and whispered in his ear. Taylor stared at them and his face turned red. None of the men or women present could take their eyes off her. Her little black dress with tiny shoulder straps revealed her every female curve and her soft tits were barely covered by the plunging neckline and served as a magnet. She felt more beautiful than ever and radiated with new found self esteem.

She flirted with them all because she regarded herself as single and didn’t even feel bad. She sat in their laps, posed for photos and smiled. The calm before the storm, she thought. Glancing at Taylor over her shoulder. Her lips were glossy and pink, her cheekbones so sharp you’d cut yourself. Her chin was raised and her eyes glittered as she looked directly into his eyes. She was astonishing and he nearly choked up.

She was the strongest woman he ever met, but also fragile and depending on so much love. It was like something had happened and she had a confidence he never noticed about her before. ”I slept on her, I really did. And now it’s too late,” he thought. ”I lost her.” He didn’t even care about Joel or Mark or anyone else. What difference did it make now.

Because Gaga now felt like she could choose any partner for the night, she chose the one who didn’t choose her in the end. She took Taylor’s hand as they left the party and he walked in her footsteps like a child. In the elevator she put one hand on each of his shoulders and pulled him close. Her wet, soft lips met his and he went all mushy in her arms. She sucked his lower lip and he felt her teeth against his as she greedily opened her mouth. Butterflies fluttered in his belly like it was the first time and guilt shot up like a balloon full of jelly through his throat and he swallowed. He didn’t deserve her.

When she was lying naked on the bed that night, with him between her thighs, holding his face, he was so nervous nearly couldn’t get hard. Her skin was so soft, her body so perfect and as she undressed he had watched her and thought of how he never actually saw her, until now. This woman, with needs and desires and dreams. Had he even fulfilled a single one for her? He totally understood why she had to move on.

She was sober now, it was unusual too. She was always more beautiful when she was that. Her eyes slightly opened as he kissed her neck and her chin. He smelled her and rested his hands on her tits, caressed them and circled a nipple with his thumb. It was hard and wet from his kisses. Her chest heaved as she breathed slowly. Warm hands on his shoulders, pushing him down. He could smell her sex as she parted her legs and he wrapped his arms around her thighs. She was so thin now but still soft. Her belly concave and the muscles moved underneath her skin.

He kissed her belly button and continued down, lapped her pussy and felt the tiny hairs starting to grow out tickle his sensitive lips. They were barely noticeable. Her taste on his tongue, sweet and salty. The soft creases unfolding as he licked her. Her juices dripping into his mouth, her moans. Why couldn’t she just kill him right away. Just strangle him with her thighs wrapped around his head.

Gaga rubbed her crotch against his stubble, felt his tongue send bursts of pleasure down her thighs and up her belly. She twisted in his grip as his tongue flicked against the smooth area between her holes. She was so turned on and felt a waterfall of lubricant pussy juice flow as her body prepared for penetration. She thought she was going to pee herself when he pushed his fingers inside her and his lips sucked her clit so hard she felt her thighs tremble.

The dim light in the room made her skin look like a sunset. Warm, peach colored and beautiful. The shadows accentuating her curves, her muscles and woman parts. Her tits looked huge as she raised her back with pleasure and the nipples drove him insane with desire. The soft flesh jiggled temptingly as she turned around and pulled her legs up. He grabbed her fit, round ass cheeks and let his greedy fingers dig into them. His thumbs parted her labia and he let his tongue wander along her crack and up her slit.

Gaga held the bedpost with both hands and lowered her back. Taylor’s thumb slipped inside her and he rubbed her clit with two fingers. His fingers were wet with her juices and he sucked his them dry to taste her. Then her turned her around again and observed her. She sucked her cheeks and pouted her lips at him. Her eyeliner was a little smudged and it made her hazel eyes glow. He held her hips and ran his hands along her waist up toward her ribs.

”You’re beautiful,” he whispered so quietly he wasn’t sure she heard it. She did. She swallowed and felt a hard knot in her throat. If he says he loves me I’m leaving this bed this second, she thought and felt her body tense. He felt her hesitation as well and decided to stay quiet. It was fucked up as it was and he realized he would fuck it up even more by saying things she didn’t believe anymore.

His hands caressed her waist and hips. She closed her eyes and thought of everyone else she had ever been with. They were all the same. Their warm hands on her belly. Their tongues circling her belly button and placing her on their lap before pulling her up and slowly lowering her down over a hard dick. Her arms around their necks, sliding along their shoulders. Holding them tighter as she bounced faster on their cock. The slamming sound of their thighs as they sped up, her moans as she tilted her head back and let out the air from her lungs. Their hands on her hips and her ass. Harder and faster, deeper and wetter. What did she want? What was she chasing after?

”Oh fucking hell,” she grunted as Taylor’s dick grew inside her. It rubbed against her insides and made her vagina contract. ”Nhn-” she bit her lip as Taylor made a series of hard thrusts against her and she’s pushed over the edge. The orgasm rippled through her thighs and up her belly. He put her down and slipped out of her. His dick was already soft and his eyes shut. He took a deep breath and looked at her. Her body shimmered, and he could smell her. The sweet smell of sex and really expensive perfume.

”Good luck with whatever man you choose,” he said eventually and picked up his clothes from the floor and left the room. As he closed the door he saw her pull the engagement ring off her finger and cover her eyes. Her shoulders were pulled up as she sat up and he could see she was crying. It broke his heart, but he felt like a coward that chose to retreat. In the end she wouldn’t choose him anyway.

End.

[creatively--challenged]

Haz, T, Harry & u watched Toms 'Challenge' & after the video u couldn't control yourself, go to him, pull his face close to u & look him dead in the eye, whispering: "This was so damn hot, that I want u to fuck me so bad till I hear that pretty noises u did again & u got me walking side to side in the morning!" He looked at u dangerously (still breathlessly) & said sternly, directed to the boys: "Go for a walk mates!" After u hear "Seriously", "That's gross guys" & the door closed, he's a goner

Okay this got really smutty and  I hope it’s what you had in mind! 

Quarantine was going well. You had moved in with Tom a few weeks before lockdown and you were getting along with your boyfriend’s brother and his friends really well. Almost as well as Tom himself! Everyone was so chill, did their bit around the house, and you all gave each other space when needed. Except for one thing, it had been near 4 weeks since you and Tom were able to have proper sex. Sure, you’d had the quiet “quickly in case someone hears us” sex but you hadn’t been able to properly spend time appreciating each other without Harry banging on the wall that separated your rooms or Haz and Tuwaine cheering and relentlessly teasing you both over breakfast the next day, not to mention since lockdown none of the other boys were getting any and they were beginning to get antsy and a little jealous. It was weighing on both of you. It really was. And if you had to see Tom walk around shirtless, flaunting his newly buffed frame one more time you were going to pounce on him regardless of who was in the room, and he knew it.

           This morning, you had been chilling in the kitchen with the boys when Tom had stood up all of a sudden, citing something about an ‘Insta Challenge’. You smiled as he left the room and continued your conversation with Harrison for a while. About 5 minutes had passed when Tom strolled back into the room, panting softly.

           “Oi, where’d you go?” Harry asked and Tom held up his phone in one hand.

           “Told you I was doing an Instagram Challenge. Haz, I tagged you, have a look.” He said, tossing his phone to you as Harrison whipped his out to see what he’d been challenged to do. Harry and Tuwaine watched over your shoulder as you pulled up Tom’s Instragram story and watched as your shirtless boyfriend flipped himself upside-down, legs against the wall, and tried to pull his t-shirt over his head. Your eyes flicked to Tom over the top of his phone who was leaning against the kitchen island smirking at you, knowing exactly what the video was doing to your nether regions. You diverted your attention back to the screen, watching as his muscles flexed and strained, and listening to the grunts, moans, and groans he was letting out. You rolled your eyes. Tom was fit, he was strong, and he had been training non-stop these past few weeks. He definitely did NOT have to make those noises and you knew well that he was only doing it to tease you. Well, that and to fuel the thirst competition he and Harrison had going on that they thought no one else had copped on to. Idiots.

           “Maaan, that’s an effort! Why did you choose such a tight t-shirt?” Tuwaine asked, taking the phone from your hands as he replayed the video, the sounds coming from your boyfriend’s phone going straight to your core, forcing you to subtly clench your thighs together. Tom’s rich brown eyes were watching you, waiting for a reaction. You moved towards the island, pouring a glass of water for yourself as you murmured so only Tom could hear, “Yeah, why did you choose such a tight shirt?” He chuckled to himself, his eyes crinkling.

           “What? Nah that’s a normal t-shirt. Isn’t it, Y/N.” You eyed him sideways and watched as he ran his tongue over his lips, honey eyes trailing up and down your figure, his mouth turned upwards into a proud smile when he caught your thighs squeezing together for some release. His eyes finally landed on your very not-impressed face. You leaned over to him, noticing the boys were still caught up in conversation.

           “You know how hot you are and you know exactly what you’re doing. Control yourself or I’m gonna make you fuck me until I can’t walk, just to hear those pretty little noises again.” You told him sternly and smirk with satisfaction when you hear Tom’s breath hitch, eyes darkening lustfully, and an immediate slight bulge appearing in his shorts.

           He’s still breathless as he turns to the boys, “Guys I think we need a few things from the shop, can you look after that?” Harry whips around confusedly.

           “Mate, we only went yesterday. We don’t need anything.” Harrison and Tuwaine were looking between both of you now, a mixture of amusement and disgust in their faces.

           “Just go for a walk or something, will you?” Tom snapped back, his eyes not leaving your face. Harrison groaned loudly as he picked up his keys.

           “Seriously? You guys are fucking disgusting. C’mon, lads, lets go feed the chickens or something.” The three of them piled out the door, not without complaints and groans, and as soon as the door closed behind them Tom wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until you’re trapped between him and the counter.

           “Now, sweetheart. What did you say you were gonna make me do?” He asks as he latches his lips to your neck; kissing, sucking, and biting as he went. You moan lowly, hands trailing up and down his perfect form. His hands come up to hold your wrists tightly in place.

           “I asked you a question, Use your words.” He demanded before sucking a particularly harsh hickey into your collarbone.

           “Fuck. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.” You breathed out, straining your hips forward to try and find purchase on his thigh, but he dodges your frantic movements.

           “Why do you want me to do that, love?” He whispers as he nibbles on your earlobe and you can’t help but let out a low groan as he finally slots his knee between your legs. “C’mon tell me. You weren’t so shy a few minutes ago when you thought I wouldn’t do anything.”

           “So I.. Ah Tom. Wanna hear those pretty noises.” You splutter out as his kisses trail down your neck towards the tops of your breasts, leaving little purple blooms as they go.

           “Noises like these?” He asks, pulling your tank top down and wrapping his lips around your nipple, relishing in the whimpers and high-pitched moans that he elicits from you. You nod vigorously and he laughs breathily. Suddenly he pulls away, eyes raking up and down your body quickly before he scoops you over his shoulder, making you shriek, and carries you up the stairs towards your shared bedroom. He dumps you mercilessly onto your bed and immediately strips out of his t-shirt and shorts, leaving him in just his boxers that already have a pre-cum stain leaking through. You don’t even get time to admire the perfect man in front of you before he’s over you, holding your hands in his against the sheets and kissing you feverishly. He’s rolling his hips sweetly into yours as he slips his tongue inside your mouth roughly, fighting for dominance. You don’t put up much a fight as you know it’s no use. Tom is never usually an overly dominant type though you figure after weeks of holding back he had gotten a bit tense.

           “Think you can just order me around and make me do what you want? Tell me to control myself? No, darling, doesn’t work that way.” His hands make quick work of your top and bra and his lips once again wrap themselves around your nipple, one hand massaging your other boob, other hand stroking your pussy through your leggings. You’re a moaning mess already as you tangle your fingers into his soft, newly grown curls, knowing well that he loves having his hair played with. He whines lowly into your chest, the vibrations going straight to your core. He switches his attention to your other nipple, showing equal appreciation as his hand delves into your leggings and underwear. His calloused fingers swipe up and down your core, gathering the slick wetness that had been pooling in your underwear, before he pushes two fingers at once into you. You moan loudly in unison, you claw at his back as he pumps his fingers faster and faster, before adding a third and beginning the process again.

           “Fuck, darling. You’re so ready for me already.” He whines, biting down softly on your now tender bud.

           “Was ready for you before we even left the kitchen, Tommy” He groans loudly at that and detaches himself, working quickly to strip you of any remaining clothes. You lean up and reach out to stroke the bulge in his boxers before helping him pull them down his legs. He’s standing in front of you and you lean forward, hand around the base of his length as you take him into your mouth slowly. He sighs loudly as you slowly bob your head around his cock, until he’s pulling you off it again.

           “I appreciate it, sweetheart but I can’t wait. I need you.” He pushes you gently back down on the bed and settles himself between your legs as you wrap them around his back, linking your ankles. He sinks himself slowly into your heat, moaning loudly as he does so. You hiss at the familiar burning but pleasurable sensation as you get used to his thick shaft. Tom barely gives you a second before pulling out all the way and slamming back to meet your hips with his, causing you to shriek and rake your nails into his shoulders. Tom loses himself in the pace he’s fucking you at, his head is buried into your shoulder and his hips are a blur as he fucks up into you faster than he probably ever has before, grunting and moaning loudly into your ear. You’re trying to snake one hand between your bodies to rub your clit but Tom’s hand gets there first, grabbing your wrist and pinning both your hands in one of his above your head. You’re whining and moaning his name as you angle your hips as best you can so his pubic bone slams into your clit at every thrust. Tom’s other hand grabs your hip, locking you in place as he catches you in a blazing kiss.

You can’t move at all, locked in by Tom’s body and completely at this mercy. You can feel your orgasm building and your clit is screaming to be touched in any sort of way. You’re trying your best to move your hips to feel some sort of friction but Tom knows exactly what you’re doing and holds your hips harder, fingers digging almost painfully into your hip as he keeps impaling you. The sheer feeling of him sliding in and out bringing your orgasm to its peak as you release around him with a cry of his name, growing wetter around him.

“Fuck! Such a good girl.” He’s groaning and grunting louder than before, letting go of your hands to lean back and push your knees up to your shoulders, his cock delving deeper than before. So deep you can almost feel the pounding in your stomach. Your eyes are rolling in your head when Tom’s thumb begins rubbing circles into your clit in time with his thrusting. You’re completely over sensitised now, the feeling of Tom’s cock moving inside you and his thumb on your clit overwhelming your senses. You’re a mewling, panting mess underneath him as he continues grunting and growling with each thrust until you can feel his hips staggering and see the sweat beading on his forehead. You can feel the tight coil in your stomach as his noises get louder and louder, thumb getting faster.

“Need you to cum for me again, baby. Need to feel you around me.” He pants and the coil gets tighter, that euphoric feeling building up again. His deep brown eyes are boring into yours, foreheads pressed together as he struggles to keep up the pace.

“Cum for me, Tommy. Please, need you to fill me up.” His eyes snap shut at your words and he cries out a string of curses as he unloads himself into you, thrusting deeply as he deposits every last drop deep into you. The warm feeling of his cum leaking out of you combined with Tom’s thumb still stroking your clit causes the coil in your stomach to snap until you’re cumming for the second time, tightening around Tom’s softening shaft and eliciting a high-pitched groan from him. Tom’s limbs give out and he collapses onto you, breathing hard with his forehead still pressed to yours, eyes closed. You like there for what feels like hours, arms around each other as you come down from your highs. Tom eventually slides out of you with a content sigh and you whimper with the loss of contact. He plants a kiss on the top of your head as he disappears into his bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean you off.

After cleaning you up and grabbing you one of his t-shirts and clean underwear the two of you are wrapped up in each other again, lazily kissing, still having not spoken a word to each other, just enjoying the blissful afterglow. You have your hands tangled in his curls again, enjoying his soft sighs and moans as he kisses you sweetly and just as you’re about make a comment on the noises he’s making you hear the front door slam, causing both of you to jump away from each other.

“Is it safe? Can we come home? Oh Christ, do I have to sanitise the kitchen?” Harrison’s voice calls from the foot of the stairs, leading to eruptions of laughter from both you and Tom. Needless to say, you still got an earful of cheers and teasing when the boys noticed you walking oddly later that evening.