#this is also for all the anons who requested more tyler smut

[mindtrcks]

for tyler - maybe something about reader helping rescue him from thornhill & being the hyde’s master instead of her? love your writing style!

this is hungry work

Pairing: Tyler Galpin/Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: vague mentions of grooming/violence, smut, quite a bit of plot oops, unrealistically happy ending

Summary: You may not have a master plan or a decades long vendetta, but you do have Nathaniel Faulkner's diary, and a recurring penchant for taking wild leaps of faith.

Nathaniel Faulkner says that the Hyde is a beast lying dormant in an innocent man. Something waiting to be awakened. A creature loyally dependent on its master, subservient to its core.

Wednesday says that it’s Tyler. 

She says he’s a monster, that he killed enough people to get a taste for it, and now he’s killed his master, too. That he’s out of control and it’s only a matter of time before he does something big, before more people get hurt. She says anything he’s done before now has been a lie; he doesn’t care about you, and he never did. You were a pawn in he and Kinbott’s game, and he would've tossed you away the second you’d served your purpose. She says that he isn't the boy you thought, and he isn't to be trusted. 

But he's sitting right in front of you, with the same puppy dog frown and furrowed brows as always. He's looking up at you with something like desperation in his eyes, and for the first time since you’ve met her, you doubt Wednesday. How could this boy—quiet and sweet and scared—be the monster she claims? How could Tyler from the coffee shop—Tyler who’s soft spoken and friends with outcasts and isn’t even screaming at Wednesday for kidnapping him—be anything but good?

You don’t doubt he’s the Hyde. If Wednesday had a vision, you’re not going to question that. But you do question whether or not she knows the whole story. 

—

You’re at Nevermore when Wednesday finally pieces it all together. She’s been expelled, taking the fall for you and anybody else who’d been in that shed with her. Weems had taken it upon herself to personally escort Wednesday to the station, but evidently, even expulsion can’t stop somebody as stubborn as her.

She texts you from Eugene’s phone, the message just a single word. Thornhill.

It’s all you need to bolt up in bed, to shove your shoes on and search blindly for your jacket. You’re not sure whether it’s wishful thinking or just plain hubris, but some part of you—the outcast that wants nothing more than to fit in, to be a part of something—thinks that if you can stop Thornhill, you can stop it all. You can keep anybody else from being killed and thwart whatever Thornhill’s plan is, and best of all, you can help Tyler in the process. 

It’s either that, or die trying. 

—

Breaking into Thornhill’s classroom is easier than expected. She doesn't leave Ophelia Hall after eight anymore; the lockdown has grown too serious, the dark too dangerous. It allieves your fear, as you creep through Nevermore’s halls, to know that her classroom will be empty when you arrive. To not be afraid of Thornhill would be stupid; if Wednesday’s right, and Thornhill’s responsible for everything, you don’t doubt she’d be willing to kill you for snooping. 

The door is locked when you reach your destination, but you waste no time in picking it. You aren’t sure how urgent this is, aren’t sure where Wednesday is or where Thornhill is or where Tyler is, and you aren’t sure what she could possibly be making him do. 

You choose not to think about it as your eyes scan the room. You head to her desk first, frantically flipping through sheets of paper, turning over folders and ransacking drawers. You move to the bookshelf when the desk proves fruitless, scanning the dust on the spines of books. Nothing sticks out; the last thing you deem to try is the filing cabinet, looming in the corner of the room. There’s only one drawer that’s open, the metal dented and bent like it’d been slammed in a rush. Your feet take you to it before your brain even has time to consciously make a decision; your hands pulling it open before you know what you’re doing. 

It’s empty, save for one thing: a leatherbound journal with the name Nathaniel Faulkner engraved on the spine. 

—

Nathaniel Faulkner says that the Hyde is a beast lying dormant in an innocent man, a creature loyally dependent on its master. 

He also says that this loyalty does not run as thick as one might think.

—

The thing is, you don’t know Tyler as well as you wish you did. You don’t get to talk as much as you’d like, or to hang out without the murders hanging over your heads. But it’s not like you’re a stranger, certainly not like Thornhill was. No, you’d go as far as to say you’re his friend, maybe among his only ones. He trusts you, and despite yourself—despite everything that he’s done—you trust him.

A Hyde’s relationship to its master is built on trust, says Faulkner.

And maybe you don’t have a master plan, or a decades long vendetta, but you do have Nathaniel Faulkner’s diary, and a recurring penchant for taking wild leaps of faith.

—

He’s in the woods outside of Nevermore when you find him, looking antsy and wrong. 

You don’t want to think about what he’s doing there, about why his fingers are curled up into fists at his side. What he’s done doesn’t matter to you; all you care about is what he will do, what choice he’ll make. You approach him carefully, not wanting to set him off, or scare him away. You can’t imagine what kind of headspace he’s in, or the things going through his mind.

It’s only been hours since you’ve last seen him, but he already looks changed. Whatever act he’d been keeping up in Xavier’s shed, in the police station, he’s dropped now. His eyes are dark and his shoulders tense, mouth curled into something cruel. You hear Wednesday’s words echo in your head—he isn’t the boy you thought, he’s a monster, he’s using you—but you try to drown them out. You know Tyler. You know the good he’s capable of. So what if he’s capable of bad, too? 

“Tyler,” you say, keeping your voice steady as you step forward. He doesn’t back up, but he does narrow his eyes, leveling you with a gaze that has you on edge, shifting on your feet, your body screaming at you to back down, turn away. 

He smiles at you; not the small, shy thing you’ve seen from across the Weathervane so many times, but something sharp around the edges, showing a few too many teeth. Have his canines always been that big? Sharp enough to pierce skin? You feel something run up your spine; a shiver or a thrill, you aren’t sure, and you don’t care enough to try and discern it. Tyler’s walking towards you, and it’s hard to care about much of anything besides him in front of you and the diary weighing heavy in your bag. “You're the one they sent to fight the big, bad wolf?” he asks, looming over you. He expects you to be scared, to run away.

But scared isn’t exactly the word you would use. “You’re not going to hurt me.”

You can see his face flicker for a moment, quick enough that it would've gone unnoticed if you hadn't been looking for it. “And why is that?” he asks, nostrils flaring as he steps impossibly closer.

You refuse to let the proximity affect you, no matter how much it's trying to.  “Because it’s pointless,” you say, chin lifting up in defiance. “You know Wednesday. She won’t let you win.”

“So I should surrender, then?” he scoffs, because he thinks those are his only two options. He thinks this is kill or be killed; keep fighting or get arrested, sent away for life. But you have another option.

“Not necessarily,” you say, as your hand snakes down to your satchel and pulls out the diary. Tyler’s eyes zero in on it instantly, lighting up with recognition, with want. “How would you like to put this whole mess behind you, Thornhill included?”

He blinks a few times before glancing back up at you, narrowing his eyes. “I can’t,” he says, baring his teeth around the words, like it physically pains him to say them.

You raise an eyebrow in challenge. “Why?”

He looks mad, now. Not the simmering anger that’s been in the air the whole time, but a lighter kind of rage that’s more akin to simple frustration. More akin to something you’ve seen on Tyler before. You never thought you’d be relieved for somebody to be mad at you. “That's not how it works.

“Because she’s taught you so much about how it works.”

“More than you possibly could,” he spits out, and it’s supposed to be an insult, but instead it’s just plain wrong. Because you have the exact same diary that she did, the exact same knowledge at your fingertips. Only, you’re willing to share your toys. 

He watches as you lift up the diary, flipping to your bookmarked page. It’s power in your palms; power over Thornhill, over Tyler. It makes you sick, a little, knowing his fate is literally in your hands. How did Thornhill ever take it? “‘I have heard of Hyde’s gaining new masters only through means of battle spoils or dark magic, but I imagine there must be one other way,’” you recite, reading off of page three of Faulkner’s section on masters, the chapter you had found the most helpful in your frantic skim-through. Tyler stares down at you with something in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. You’ll unpack it later. “‘Seeing as the decision is always ultimately the Hyde’s—whether consciously or not—if a prospective master was ready and willing, a Hyde might simply choose them.’”

“You want…” he starts, incredulous, but doesn’t finish. He just looks at you, conflicted, confused, and maybe a little bit of something else. You understand that what you’re offering is bigger than anything you’ve done with him before now. Going from sitting across from each other at the Weathervane or being present in the same car—Wednesday or Enid or even Fester always a buffer—to offering yourself up as his master is quite the leap. Still, for whatever reason, you’re hopeful. 

“Yes,” you answer, even if he technically never finished asking his question. Yes, you want to do this, yes, you’re willing to take the leap, yes to everything. 

Tyler shifts on his feet, suddenly seeming wildly uncomfortable as his eyes skirt around the treeline. He’s looking for her, you realize. He’s scared she’s there, scared she’s watching. Scared he’s in trouble. 

A gnawing pit forms in your stomach. “Tyler,” you say, and your voice draws his eyes away from the woods. “I’m offering. All you have to do is make the choice, and all this goes away.”

It sounds simpler than it is. There will be things to do, after. Strings to tie, messes to clean. But right now, all you need is to get Tyler away from Thornhill. Permanently. 

Tyler stays silent for a moment, regarding you with something on his face that you don't recognize. “Why are you doing this?” he asks, unreadable. But you refuse to falter.

“Because you don't deserve…her,” you say.  “The things she did to you. It doesn't have to be like that.”

He seems to consider this, for a moment, eyeing you up and down. He has no reason to refuse, not really. Not unless he actually does enjoy it, like Wednesday claims. If he likes killing, gets off on the taste of blood in his mouth. You know he doesn't, though. That's Thornhill. Right? 

“So what do I do?” he asks, shrugging his shoulders up. “Since you're the expert here. What do I do?”

You close the diary, dropping it down to your side. There aren't step by step instructions, no ancient ritual for you to follow in the dead of night. All Nathaniel Faulkner had to say on the matter is that the choice is always the Hyde’s. 

You roll with it.

“The choice is yours, Tyler. Make it.”

He furrows his brows, looks like he wants to protest, but doesn't. He keeps his mouth tightly shut, ducking his head down and focusing hard on the ground. You don't know what it's like, on his side. Aren’t sure how hard it could possibly be to make a decision, but won’t comment on it. You’ll give him however long he needs. 

After what feels like an eternity but must’ve only been a few moments, he looks back up at you, and you know instinctively that it’s done. 

“Did it work?” you ask, peering up at him. He seems unchanged. The same Tyler you’ve been talking to this whole time. The same Tyler that killed all those people and put Eugene in the hospital.

He shrugs. “Tell me to do something.”

You consider it; there's a million things you could tell him to do, endless ways this could go. In the end, you land on something simple. Something with no strings. “Come here,” you request, plainly.

And he does. 

—

So you’re Tyler’s master, now. 

It’s weird to think about. Weird to think that you’re the one who figured it out, that this victory belongs to you. You expected it might go to Wednesday, that she’d be the one to help Tyler. Either that, or kill him. You thought his fate would end up in her hands, for better or for worse. 

Evidently, it did not. 

—

There are many things you come to realize about Tyler in the following months that you never thought you’d get to know. 

You know he doesn’t really drink coffee, despite his choice in occupation. He wears socks for as many hours of the day as possible, and he sleeps with three blankets instead of a comforter. You know he keeps a secret stash of twizzlers in the cabinet above the microwave, because if his dad sees them they’ll be gone before the day is over. You know what shampoo he uses, how he prefers Spotify over Apple Music, and which drawer is the sock drawer. You know his favorite TV show is Friends, and that he’s embarrassed to tell people about it. 

You’re watching it right now, curled up on his couch in pajamas, empty bowl of popcorn abandoned at your side. Moments like this feel equal parts right and bizarre. Tyler’s a killer, and yet you’re spending your Friday night watching Friends together in his living room. It’s strange, but everything about your life is strange. You barely even notice it anymore. 

Tyler shifts beside you; you’re so close on the couch that it seems less like two bodies and more like a wild conglomeration of limbs; a leg here, an arm twisting there, the brush of fingers on the back of your neck. His hipbone is digging into your thigh, but you don’t mind. You wouldn’t move if every one of your extremities had fallen asleep. If the couch had set fire.

“You should…maybe move your leg,” Tyler says, breaking you out of your haze. You don’t have to do anything but tilt your head to look at him; when you do, he’s staring back up at you with furrowed brows and flushed cheeks, working his lips together. 

It takes you a moment to realize what he means, to feel that familiar weight pressing into the skin of your thigh. When you do, it’s with a start. Yes, you’ve done this a few times. But not enough for it to be a common occurrence. It may be rare, but it’s certainly not the first time. Once you get your bearings, you find that you’re confident enough to smile down at him, to raise an eyebrow and ask, “Should I?”

He makes a little sound in the back of his throat, and you can feel his hips arch up, ever so slightly. “I mean,” he starts, breathy and quiet. “Or you could keep it there. If you want.”

“What do you want?” you ask, sneaking a hand down to the sliver of skin exposed between Tyler’s shirt and his flannel pants. He shivers, but doesn’t answer. “Tyler,” you urge, trailing your fingers over his stomach. 

“Touch me?” he asks, squeezing his eyes shut, tilting his head away. 

And you’re not really in the business of denying him. It takes some adjusting—you do have to move your leg—in order to find the right angle, but Tyler waits patiently as you shimmy your way down the couch, until you can look at him and touch him all at once. You aren’t sure how long he’s been hard, but when you trail your hand down and underneath the waistband of his pants, he gasps too loud for it to have been a short while. 

He’s hot and heavy in your hand, already a little wet, too. As you grasp him, he shoves his face into your shoulder, exhaling long and slow into your skin. “This what you mean?” you ask, maybe a little mean.

He nods. You won’t make him say it—you’re not that mean—but you could. If you asked, he’d answer. You’ve found that’s true in a lot of aspects of your life. It’s a power you’re still scared to wield, no matter how many times Tyler reassures you. You prefer subtlety, to guide him in this way, rather than by giving outright orders. You think he likes it better like this, too, if the way he’s squirming under your touch is anything to go by. 

Friends is still playing in the background, but you’re too distracted to find the remote and mute it. Instead, you tilt your head to press a kiss to Tyler’s hairline, as you start to stroke him in earnest. You try to set a slow pace, but Tyler’s hips chase the contact until it’s fast and hard, just like always. One of these days, you’ll make him sit still, but today is not that day. You let him set the pace, pumping his cock for all it’s worth as he thrusts up into your first. He’s embarrassed, you know, but he barely shows it, apart from the way he hides his face. He’s as enthusiastic as you think he can be, not shy in showing you how much he’s enjoying himself, through little punched-out moans that have the tips of your ears turning red. 

You’re not sure how much time passes like that. All you know is that your wrist is cramping and your bicep is aching, but you still feel like you could do this forever. The sight of Tyler underneath you, panting and sighing and practically shaking, is enough fuel for you for as long as he needs. Him falling apart for you has got to be one of your favorites sights; the sounds pouring out of him are music to your ears. At a particularly loud moan, you glance up, take in his state.

His shoulders are tense, his hands clenched into his fists and his hips staying shock-still. You let yourself smirk; one of the many things you know about Tyler is that he’s not always the best at lasting. “It’s okay, Ty,” you say, whispered into his jaw as you pick up the pace, moving impossibly faster.

He exhales in a gust of air, deflating almost instantaneously; now that he knows he doesn’t have to wait, he lets himself relax, sink into the couch. It’s not long after that that his hips jerk, and he jams his face into your shoulder once more, and you know.

You guide him gently back by the curls on the nape of his neck. There are many things you’ve gotten to know about Tyler, but the face he makes when he comes has got to be one of your favorites. 

[sweaterweatherever]

Sweet and Sour (Tyler Galpin x Reader )

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x AFAB reader

Warnings: Smut. AGED UP CHARACTERS. Thigh riding, choking, hair pulling and slapping. Unprotected vaginal sex. No daddy kink here because I’m unable to write it. I tried. I hope you like it anyways. Yeti reader. Post Hyde Tyler.

A/N: Poor Tyler, was he a catholic? He definitely gave me the Christian guilt. Yes. I hate Inglourious Basterds with all my heart, but I will respect the awful spelling the guy chose.

Requested: Yes. I dedicate this fic to the person who requested it, but also to the anon who called me a monster fucker. I can get much worse, babe. Don’t tempt me.

The first time you walked into the Weathervane, Tyler was struck. The heat of the day made it so the café was having a slow day, even slower than usual since the whole town found out he was the Hyde. That had almost gotten him fired, but the mayor had forced his employer to keep him, citing that as a newly revealed outcast, it could be grounds for a discrimination scandal. Tyler didn’t care. The pay was good enough to compensate the lack of tips, and since it was the only café around here, it got plenty of outcast traffic. The owner was happy. His father was happy. The mayor was happy. He was…well, at least not in jail.

You came in wearing a soft, pastel colored dress, with a white sweater hanging from where you had it tied to your purse’s strap.

“Hi.” You say to him, all bright eyes and a smile. Immediately he knows you can’t be a local because if you knew, you wouldn’t be being so nice. “Do you guys serve ice tea?”

“Yes. We have plain, lemon infused and peach infused. Which one would you like?” Tyler takes out a plastic cup, already scribbling on it.

“Lemon.” You started taking out your card to pay, and Tyler used the brief respite to look you up and down once more. You were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, with your white heart shaped sunglasses perched on your hair, adorable sundress and glossy pink lip gloss. Total opposite of one Wednesday Addams. And maybe he was fucked up, he had no clear type or worse, he was looking into opposites of her. But you were pretty and smiling at him like he was a human being. Tyler was a sucker for manners.

“Okay, give me your name.” He asked, eyeing your purse. It was white, with a soft coral lining on the inside. Tyler could see your phone peeking out of it, wrapped in a light pink phone case. It made him smile.

“Y/N” Tyler scribbled it down, and you gave him a bright smile.

“You are new to town?”

“Yeah, my parents and I were checking out the place. They are going to enroll me at Nevermore, so they are meeting the principal. You look my age…” You cocked your head to the side, looking at him from beneath your eyelashes. “You go there?”

“I will be going there next semester, yeah.” Tyler grimaced. He should probably warn you, now, before someone else does. It would not take too long when they saw you, all pretty and innocent and consorting with the likes of him. “Look, if you want to make friends there… Avoid me. Please.”

“Not a Nevermore fan?” You asked, sitting at the counter and watching him pour your drink.

“More like Nevermore is not a fan of me.” He passes you the cup, and you take out a book of your purse and walk silently to a table. If he wanted his space, who were you to deny him? However, his warning intrigues you, and you keep stealing glances at him when you think he isn’t looking. You like the way his face dimples when he smiles and his eyes seem so genuine, you can’t help but find him attractive.

Tyler notices you looking at him, thinking you are being so sly. This attention is nice, and you are adorable, so he decides to enjoy it while it lasts. You don’t see each other again, not until the semester starts, and he is dropped off by his father in a school full of people who hate his guts. Which, honestly? Not that impressive for a school of outcasts. It seems you lose it once and go on a murdering spree, and suddenly, everyone is terrified. Come on! Their teacher was the one that triggered him in the first place!

By then, you had already heard all about how he killed a bunch of normies and almost maimed to death another kid, plus the charges of attempted murder against half the school. How he got away with everything, claiming it was all Thornhill, and drugs, and a bunch of legalese the public defender spun to get him out of jail, where he belongs. Yet, for some reason, you decide to sit next to him in your first class, looking prim and proper in your new uniform. Tyler doesn’t say anything. He warned you once, he is not about to do it again. He is a selfish creature, he will enjoy it while it lasts. The company is very pleasant, in comparison to his fabulous new roommate, who almost pissed his pants when he saw him.

“So.” You say, eyes crinkling. “What do you like to do for fun, apart from murdering people?” You ask, and he can’t help but snort. Tyler hasn’t laughed, truly laughed, since what? Six months ago? He isn’t really sure, but your attitude is refreshing. Nobody has dared to joke about it, and maybe it is because you weren’t here back then, but it’s nice not to be looked at like he is a monster. Even if some days he is not sure that he regrets it.

“I read, although not as much as you do.” Tyler answers, possibly betraying too much of his feelings by admitting he has been watching you. “I like to jog. And before, I used to play football…” His voice drops a little then, and you can’t help but smile at him.

“Wanna see something cool?” You ask him, and blow him a kiss. He is confused at first, but his eyes open wide when your breath turns into ice crystals, freezing in the air. “You weren’t the only presumed extinct, you know. Don’t feel so special.”

Knowing what you are makes everything about you have sense for Tyler. You are something special, something precious. A miracle kid, who with no doubt was sheltered and treasured. You are innocent and naive, and the idea of being the one to corrupt that innocence, claim the beautiful prize for himself, attracts the Hyde. Monsters like shiny things too. The urge to own, the urge to make his, is almost unbearable. And the more human side of him wonders what it would be like to get to hold your hand and maybe kiss you, showing you the same tenderness you had shown him.

He panics. Really. The idea of corrupting your innocence both excites him and fills him with dread. And so, Tyler buries his feelings deep and pretends everything is fine. He’ll just… be your friend. There is no harm in that, after all.

Turns out he was mistaken. So mistaken it is funny, actually. You start spending so much time together, everyone refers to you two like Y/N-and-Tyler, in the same breath. His reputation improves because how bad can Tyler really be if he hangs with you all the time, poster child for the discriminated outcasts? Besides, you are so sweet, so nice, but you wouldn’t stand for anything morally wrong. Your free periods are spent on the quad, legs lazily tangling together as you go over some homework or some book you are reading, explained with animated gestures. The weekends are spent at the Weathervane, sitting in a booth and doing the same thing, when you can’t get away with sneaking into each other’s room.

Tyler likes you. Like, as in, more than friends. There is something about you that reminds him of his life before, when he was one of Jericho’s golden boys, but without all the violence from back then. With you, he gets to be charming, cheesy, pulling blushes out of you left and right with clever words and soft touches. But as much as he tries to pretend the violence isn’t there, the Hyde still lurks beneath his act. He can’t help but wonder how dark the blush would be if he just grabbed you and kissed you, dragging his teeth along your neck, biting at your nape. How it would feel to have your hands on his cock, how flustered you would get if he taught you exactly how to please him. These ideas, they make him feel guilty every time you smile at him, yet Tyler can’t help but think about it. No amount of cold showers help.

The advantages of putting the fear of god on his roommate is that more often than not, he gets the room to himself. That means, you two can hang out there without being disturbed. Tyler is great at being a host, setting up everything perfectly. He tries not to think about how all this planning and organizing is something he used to do for the girls he dated, not for his friends. All the mental torture it’s worth it, when he sees how you kick off your shoes and climb on his bed, nestling yourself there and looking at the fairy lights that slightly illuminate the room.

“This is cozy.” You say, covering yourself with one of the throw blankets he has strategically placed there. “What are we watching? It was your pick this week.”

“The Ring.” Tyler smiles a little when you shudder.

“You know I don’t like horror!” You complain, lips dropping into a pretty pout. It’s convincing, but Tyler likes horror not because he is into the movies, it’s more because he likes the way you cling to him. Sue him. If that’s all he can get, he will have it. Tyler has never been into the business of lying to himself.

“And you know I don’t like Tarantino, and yet you forced me last week to watch Inglourious Basterds.”

“Oh come on, did you see Mélanie Laurent act? She is gorgeous and a badass. You can’t tell me you didn’t end up with a crush on her.”

“She has other movies.” Tyler states, getting into bed next to you after pressing play on his laptop.

“Yeah, nice try. Name one, that’s not Now You See Me.”

“Oxygène.” He answers with a winning smile. Tyler had done his homework. He liked the way your smile brightened when you realized he actually listened to you, and cared about your interests. “Critically acclaimed, or so I have been told.”

“Fancy, even in the original French!” You pulled him closer, and he went without protesting. You tugged at his arm until he wrapped it around you, and sighed happily when you were finally able to use him as a pillow.

As the movie went by, Tyler started carding his fingers through your hair, lightly massaging your head when you flinched at some scenes. Forty-five minutes in or so, you decided you weren’t able to take it anymore, and so, turned down to lay on your stomach, pressing your face against his chest.

“Hey, it’s not so bad.” He grabbed a little of your hair, gently making you tilt your head upwards and trying not to think how it would feel to really tug at your hair and force you to expose your throat.

Your breath caught.

“Don’t freak out.” You said, closing your eyes to avoid seeing his reaction. “But I might want to kiss you.”

“Oh.” Tyler let go of your hair like it burned him. The idea of kissing you was a delicious one, but it scared him too. He didn’t want to ruin your innocence. As for you, you knew Tyler wanted to kiss you too, you could tell by the way he kept sneaking glances at your lips. That had been the reason you had spoken out. “We shouldn’t.”

“Why?” You open your eyes then, staring at him like a petulant child. You would respect his decision if he said he wasn’t into you, but you don’t believe that’s the reason behind it.

“Because you have your whole life in front of you. I would drag you down.” Tyler states, clenching his jaw. It pains him to say it, he wants you so badly, but he wants you to have a shot at happiness too.

“Are you like forty or something? Last time I checked, you had your whole life too.” You roll your eyes a little.

“I would taint you. You are pure, and good and I… I am a monster. I don’t think you get it.” Tyler says, eyes glinting oddly. The idea of innocence… Is he into it? Oh, that was interesting. You make a mental note to test it out after, choosing to let out a snort.

“I’m not as pure as you would think. I’m not innocent, either.” You state, looking him right in the eyes.

“You don’t get it. I have killed people, Y/N.” Tyler strokes your hair once more, trying to soothe the sting of rejection. This conversation is getting to him. Tyler’s eyes are downcast, much the same way they are every time he asks if you are sure you want to keep being friends, if you aren’t disgusted. “Dead. In gorish, gruesome ways.”

“Yeah, I know.” You sigh because this is too a recurring argument.

“Do you?” Tyler’s voice trembles.

“Ty, I know you.”

“You like this sanitized version of me, this boy who brings you flowers and makes you laugh, all gentle hands, but that’s not…” His tone gets angrier, this time. You aren’t too sure what you should say to soothe his fears. Sure, he went a little crazy back then, even arguing he liked murdering people. You know he is scared that might be the truth about him, but for someone who believes himself to be such a dangerous, uncontrolled murdered, there has been a pointed absence of murders.

“Not you?” You decide not to voice your thoughts, too afraid it would end up turning this conversation into a full-blown fight. Tyler frowns.

“It is not me. You might like this version, but as much as I am this, the Hyde is who I am too. And, the things it wants to do to you…” He hides his face between his hands, and your hands go immediately to pull at it.

“Kill me? Permanently maim me?” You ask, pulling at his wrists and looking earnestly into his eyes. You aren’t scared. Even that might be fixable, given enough time.

“No. Own you. “ That is muttered under his breath, as if he is afraid he is going to scare you away. Instead, you smile.

“Oh, Tyler, you should be more worried about the things I want you to do to me.” And with that, you lifted yourself just enough so you could kiss him. Tyler was a good kisser, unsurprisingly. He kissed hungrily, needy, with many more teeth and tongue than any other first kiss you had ever had. It was almost as if he wanted to devour you. It should scare you, you knew it, but it only made him more attractive. Tyler encouraged you to lay on top of him, sliding a knee between yours, so you didn’t have to support your weight and strain to kiss him.

“We need to talk about this.” He said, pulling away. You chased his mouth, pressing another kiss there. Tyler pulled away again, with a fond smile dancing on his lips. “Hey.”

“Mmmmm.” You answered, more focused on the way his mouth moved, flashing pearly whites, instead of the words he was saying. You kissed the corner of his smile, feeling him tense.

“We need, like, safe words and stuff.” Tyler tried to interject, and you kissed him again, this time on the lips. When you pulled apart again, he seemed dazed. “Safe words.” He repeated, less sure of himself.

"Mmmmm. Mine's whale. Now, you either choke me or slap me, but you have to do something.” And maybe you were being too cheeky, but you needed him to fuck you like yesterday. In a surprising move from someone who seemed to be so hesitant to join the program, Tyler flipped you on the bed, ending up with you laying beneath him, thigh firmly pressed against your core.

“The things I want to do to you…” Tyler pulled at your hair, forcing you to expose your neck. The roots of your hair tingle, white-hot pain at your scalp. You don’t complain, curious about his next move. He goes straight for the kill, dragging pointy canines down your pulse point. The idea of those teeth, better suited to puncture skin, rip it apart, sliding down your vulnerable throat gets you horrifyingly wet.

“Do them, then. Or are you all talk?” You smirk, slowly, dangerously. You want to rile him up. Tyler is sweet, but you bet if he lets go, it would be the best sex of your life.

“You are such a brat.” His hand goes to your neck, pressing on your windpipe just enough to take your breath, but not enough you are in any actual danger. You don’t fight him. Tyler finds it cute, the way your pulse flutters under his fingers like a scared bunny, eyes open like you have just seen a miracle. “Why do you like danger so much?”

You just look at him. You aren’t sure what to tell him.

“Answer me, bunny. Or we stop.” Tyler’s hand leaves your throat and goes to grab your jaw harshly. Your lips end puckering up, at the way he is holding you, pressing your cheeks together. He is genuinely curious about it. You seem normal. You have never gone on a murder spree like him, you don’t have a monster sharing your body. But whatever the reason is, you aren’t divulging it now.

“I don’t know.” You say, grabbing at his wrist and placing his hand again on your throat. Tyler decides to drop the theme. He is much more interested in the way your whole body trembles at the feel of his hand on your throat.

“Come on, bunny. Rub yourself on my thigh.” He orders. You stare. Then, testing the waters, always testing, he slaps your cheek lightly. It’s what you asked for, but you didn’t think he would actually go through it. You give a delighted smile, and Tyler can’t help but smile back. You must look like fools. Two lovesick, crazy, fools. “Come on, do as I say.” And because you are practically dripping already, with one of his hands holding your throat, you do as he says, slowly rolling your hips against him. “Good girl.”

Tyler’s grip gets stronger, making your pulse jump. You make a pitiful sound, and that prompts him to push your hair away from your face.

“Come on, Tyler, clothes off.” You plead. You were aroused already, and the harsh denim of his jeans rubbing against yours is making you closer to orgasm than you would like. Tyler eyes you curiously, but he pulls back and struggles to take off your pants and panties in one go. You help him, lifting your hips. The cold air hits your pussy, and you feel a little ashamed at how wet you are from some kisses and rubbing. You look at Tyler, who has already gone back to his previous position. Does he want you to…?

Apparently, your thought process is too slow because he slaps you again. This time, it stings and you whimper.

“Come on. You got what you wanted. Do as I said.” Tyler calmly says. “Don’t tell me you are so dumb from riding my thigh fully clothed.”

You desperately want to please him, but the idea of rubbing your naked pussy against denims makes you hesitate. When you finally do as he wants, you can help but mewl, overwhelmed with the feeling. The material is rough against your clit, scratching at it in a way that’s almost painful. It’s like an itch you are desperate to scratch. Yet, you try to be careful, mindful that you are so wet you are practically dripping over Tyler’s leg.

“You know I can smell other people's emotions, right?” He asks, hand leaving your throat, just so he can come closer. Tyler makes a show of sniffing at your neck, mouth pursing in distaste. You surely shouldn't find it as hot as you do. “Doubt doesn’t smell as nicely as arousal, bunny.”

“But… your pants…”

“Make a mess, darling. Come on.” At that, you let out a tiny moan, and decide to do as Tyler says, pressing your pussy fully against his thigh. “Look at you, all pretty, getting my pants all dirty.”

Tyler doesn’t say it, but this is like a wet dream come to life for him. You are the perfect mix of innocence and sensuality, daring but shy, bold but still wanting him to show you the ropes. Maybe that’s why he gives in so easily, pulling himself out of his pants and rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance.

“Do you want me to fuck you, bunny?” He wants to hear you say it, but he also wants your explicit consent. It’s such a Tyler gesture, it almost makes you laugh.

“Fuck me, Tyler. Please.” You look at him shyly, playing it up. You can tell he likes it because he slowly presses inside, and you give a slight moan at the stretch. The roll of your hips is calculatedly unsure. Tyler doesn’t move, looking at you with a tiny smirk. “Ty, please. Ah…. I… Tyler.” You beg, and this time it’s not for show.

Tyler doesn’t pull out, choosing instead to grind his hips against yours, until you give a punched out moan and your body tenses at one particular roll. He has been cataloging your reactions, you realize. Tyler pulls out, just to thrust back in and hit that same spot time and time again, with scary accuracy.

He enjoys the way you gasp and arch under him, pressing deeper, harder. When you start to grab desperately at his shoulders, clawing at them, legs tensing around his waist, he brings down his hand on your throat, once again. He squeezes, hard enough to startle you and bring tears to your eyes. “Come on, bunny.” He encourages you. “Make a mess.” And so, you do. The face you make when you come has to be one of his favorite sights in the whole world. It’s enough to make him come too, thrusting into you and making you sob harder from over stimulation. You push at him weakly, and he takes another look at your face.

Mascara is running down your cheeks, lip gloss messy around your mouth. You don’t look innocent anymore, you look debauched. The Hyde grumbles happily, and Tyler knows. He is never, ever letting you go.

[bugeater101]

Stop Hitting Yourself

Synopsis: After four years of high school, you were sick and tired of Yang Jeongin. However, your inexperience with relationships combined with his persistence have you questioning your feelings towards him. Now, in the final stretch of your secondary education, you've somehow been paired up with that brute in a project. Yet, your study plans in the library take a different turn when you let your curiosity (and his perseverance) get the better of you.

Content: bully!Jeongin x nerd!fem!reader, plus size!reader, virgin!innocent!reader (doesn't know anything besides basic biology), dom!Jeongin, big dick!Jeongin, Jeongin is a dumbass (also oscillates between like cold bad boy and golden retriever boy), hand kink, reader has small hands, Jeongin has huge hands (duh), enemies to lovers, school AU, the reader is a bit insecure and endures a lot of bullying by Jeongin (teasing, mocking, comments related to glasses, no other negative comments related to appearance), mentions of smoking, 0-100 kind of plot, groping, spanking, pain kink, oral sex (male!receiving), crying, degradation, slight size kink, public sex, unprotected sex (please where a condom!!), mentions of breeding, vaginal penetrative sex, a hella cute epilogue.

Word Count: ~16.9 k (I AM SO SORRY)

Author's Notes: This fic is for my lovely and patient followers and hte amazing anon who sent in this request! Also, even though this AU takes place in a high school setting, please note that both Jeongin and the reader are 18+ in this fic. Minors, do not interact! This work also follows a lot of stereotypes about like "nerds" and "bullies" but bear with me y'all. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, trussss that it is not because the bully is harbouring some crush on you. This fic uses such dynamics to simply build towards the smut and power dynamics. To quote Tyler the Creator, "Hey, don't do anything I'm about to say." Also, I would eventually love to do another and much shorter part two, but that is an idea for another time. Thank y'all as always!

Taglist: @scribblemetae @mygsis, @9900z @taekbokki,@imtoooyoungforthisshit, @jihanlovic, @compersian

You had three goals once you entered high school: get good grades, stay out of trouble, and try to have fun.

Yang Jeongin, however, seemed hell-bent on destroying any semblance of peace in your life. In fact, you bet that his whole schedule was dedicated to manifesting your misery. Or, possibly, he just brought torment with him wherever he went.

Nevertheless, it was accurate to claim that his purpose (in your perception) was to make you miserable. For the past school year, you had seen more of Jeongin than you ever wished to: your schedules put him in at least two classes with you every semester for four years and you also lived relatively close to one another. So, your encounters were frequent, expected, and... "memorable", to say the least.

Every day since freshman orientation, you have been forced to acknowledge Jeongin's existence on a daily basis. Almost immediately, he adopted a particularly cruel stance toward you. When it all first started, his taunts were just for fun and to seek attention, to say the least. Now, he just seemed mean. Not to anyone in particular: Jeongin was just a generally disagreeable person, and especially to you.  And it hurt.

Obviously, it hurt, who would not be hurt if they found themselves in such circumstances?

It was embarrassing to admit it, but Jeongin's indifference toward you was often offset by your more "cordial" feelings toward him. Actual motherfucking cordial feelings. In other words, you had harboured a small, tiny, minuscule, microscopic crush on him that even his meanest days could not challenge. So, you've had a crush on Jeongin since you first met him and it has been the dumbest thing you've ever done.

You remember when you first saw him. It was orientation for high school, the first day of the semester. You were a freshman and he was too. However, your appearance alone separated you and him into two distinct social categories. Like the delinquents that were his so-called friends, he wore his uniform messily: tie loose, shirt untucked, sneakers, and messy hair. Everything he did was with an insufferable air of nonchalance and disrespect, almost aggressive in the languid, lazy movements he made. Even his walk reeked of a cockiness that altered the milieu of the room. You couldn't believe how intolerable he was, nor could you believe how your cheeks flushed at the mere sight of him. High cheekbones, a fox-like face, slender build but definitely on the muscular side. God, not to mention he was big. He was tall, at least taller than the other boys in your grade. His height alone made him stick out like a sore thumb, not to mention his clothing. He had immediately caught your eye and it made you sick.

And then there was you: you were just as out of place as he was, but for entirely different reasons. Your hair was proper, your glasses were well polished, and your uniform was always ironed. Of course, the uniform rarely fit properly as you were bigger. The shirt never buttoned right and the skirt was too short in the back, making you feel much more out of place than you would have liked. Other than your rather ill-fitting uniform, your propriety and intelligence made you the odd one out. You contrasted much of the student population in those respects, especially Yang Jeongin.

For lack of a better word, you were a fucking loser. And so was Jeongin. But at least he owned it. Maybe that was what you liked about him, that he knew he wasn't much and didn't have to prove himself through school or other activities. Either that or how fucking attractive his jawline was or his messy hair.

Jeongin and his friends managed to sit somewhat near you during orientation. He couldn't see you from his position, but you could see him. His confident stare, the flirtatious grin he flashed, and the troublesome giddiness in his eyes would normally make you well annoyed. But, with him, it was somehow different, like he wasn't just another stupid boy you couldn't wait to ignore and forget. God. It was like some trope where he was the bad boy and you were some know-it-all who was desperate for some freedom, which he could offer you.

The entire assembly went over your head as your eyes transfixed on the boy who sat in front of you with his giggling gaggle of friends and troublemakers. You swore he thought he was one of the cutest boys you'd ever seen.

That all quickly changed once you got to know him.

You only had two classes with him that year but they were unforgettable due to the sheer torture he put you through. He would tease you, take your notes, copy off of your tests, and sometimes right his name on your homework (and he would still manage to get shitty grades). Needless to say, your fondness for him obviously and quickly diminished.

Yet, you still knew that those feelings hadn't entirely disappeared. They were still there, just somewhere deep down. However, some nights, those feelings were quite shallow and you didn't need to search so deeply to find them, as if you could reach out and touch them with ease. It happened late at night and only in the shroud of darkness. Your head would either be too busy or too slow, as if the overbearing presence of thoughts or their complete absence somehow created a tunnel to your most shameful yet needful desires. Though you wouldn't like to admit it, at these moments you find yourself pining for him. And then you feel those feelings, the ones that you don't really understand but you're too embarrassed to even type the words into the search bar and figure out what's going on so you just deal with them. And then you spend the night lying in your bed, tossing and turning to your memories of Jeongin, wondering what he would be like if he were here with you now. 

Fuck. You need a boyfriend, or to at least get laid.

Yeah. You're inexperienced, but you know the basics. At least, you think you do. When it comes to Jeongin, all logic gets thrown out the window. You often find yourself wondering what you actually want to do with him: to kill him or… God, you couldn’t even think of the filthy things you wanted him to do to you. Maybe it was because you were too embarrassed to think such things, or maybe it was because you truly didn’t know what to think. Despite acing AP biology and understanding how everything physiologically works, your lack of experience has made you rather ill-equipped when it comes to anything romantic or "alleviating" those feelings you have when you think about Jeongin. Either way, your mind was blank when it came to him, especially those feelings that make you toss and turn and pray that weird giddy feeling goes away.

Now, after four years, you can practically taste your liberation from him. However, it's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore his teases. Not only is he becoming more annoying by the second, but it also seems like he is just getting fucking hotter. Especially when he magically starts paying attention in class and you finally have a chance to stare at him uninhibited, as if being free from his constant attention finally gives you a chance to admire him. It looks like you are staring off into space, but really you are studying him. His pretty face, how good he would look if he cleaned himself up a bit more, or even admitting to yourself how good he looks all scruffy. You would study his body, how slender he is, how you want to feed him good desserts, how you think he would be the type of boyfriend to never resist eating his partner's food. Then you would acknowledge how he keeps his nail beds clean. How nice his hands are, overall. How nice they would be to hold. How big they are, how veiny... how that insinuates he is big and veiny in other places. 

...Okay, so you weren't completely out of the dating sphere. You were naive, but you knew how everything worked. However, you also knew that there was more than just strange feelings and vaginal penetration and orgasms and pregnancy and yada yada yada: there was more beyond sex than just sex. But, of course, you never worked up the courage to simply type lewd searches into Google or bother to ask any of your friends about it. Except for the hand thing, which is just that: a hand thing. A thing you have for hands, Jeognin’s hands, and yeah. Just a hand thing. Nothing else. Yeah.

Anyways, you remained—more or less—in the dark about sex. Though you would like to know more, you know that you've only felt certain feelings towards Jeongin, and only him, of all people. For any logical person, it is better to bury those feelings deep inside than let yourself accept that they are awoken by a ghastly man who cares little for you or your well-being.

You'd rather stick to your studies, anyways.

Today, however, was a particularly irritating day. Normally, Jeongin enjoyed following you around, jeering rude chants at you with his friends (your favourite was the classic and unoriginal "Hey four-eyes!" followed by a chorus of giggles), or trying to wrap his arm around you as you walked down the hall. Every time, you brushed him off.  However, Jeongin's irritability was off the charts since he decided that today was the day to dress in a particularly irritating fashion. He had completely disregarded his school uniform altogether. Why did this of all things make you mad, exactly? Because he looked fucking amazing.

Wrinkled white shirt. Loose tie. And sweatpants. Not just any sweatpants, but grey sweatpants. God, it was like he was trying to annoy you. How could he look so good while wearing something so informal? He was borderline infuriating in his presence alone, now you had to cope with how his sweatpants left little to the imagination. Though you wished that someone would put a stop to this reign of terror, you knew that the school administration had completely given up trying to control him at this point. This institution had become Jeongin's domain and you were intended to suffer through it as well as your rage-based attraction to him. Nevertheless, you pushed those feelings below your impermeable layer of school-related anxiety and ignored them. You found this trick especially useful to you when he was your lab partner in chemistry last year. It is an especially useful tool now considering you were seated across from him.

While you tried to keep your eyes focused on the board in front of you and not on the hunk of the man to your left, the task immediately became easier once your teacher announced the first big project of the semester.

"This project will weigh at around 20% of your grade and will replace this module's exam." Sighs of relief passed through the class in waves, the whole class happy to know that they just have to make a powerpoint rather than study all night for a written test that they would likely fail. Peace, however, was momentary.  

"However,” your teacher continued, “since this project is a large amount of work, it will be done in groups of two." You gave a quick smile to your friend and desk partner to your right, who smiled back.

"The groups, however, have been randomly assigned." Your faces both dropped. Actually, everyone stopped smiling. Then, waves of groans moved through the class.

"Stop complaining," the teacher sighed, rubbing her eyes. "To create a conducive learning environment that limits your amount of fun, I randomly assigned each of you to someone in the class who you likely do not talk to. I will post the partners at the end of class and I suggest that you start working on the project ASAP and throughout the weekend because it's due in a week." Another wave of groans rolled through the class and was immediately followed by complaints, questions, exasperated sighs, and a particularly harsh exhale from you. You hated assigned group projects. Due to your reputation, you were usually expected to carry the project along with whoever you were assigned. You never really minded the work as long as you got to choose your partner. Essentially, if the partner was your friend, you would happily and easily do all the work. But now that the teacher has “randomly selected” your partners (she surely just put them through a random assigning program), you felt your blood boil. Jeongin, however, was surely silently rejoicing at the announcement of a group-based project: it meant that he could coast by like he normally did in group projects.

The rest of the class drudged on with great exhaustion. Everyone loathed the prospect of seeing who they were paired up with at the end of it. The worst thing was that it was the Friday of a long weekend. School was meant to be the last thing on anyone's mind until Tuesday came around. You all should have been blessed with the freedom of three days off and whatever it entailed: drinking, parties, staying out late, suspicious excuses given to your guardians, small friend groups loitering at the park at night, getting high then going to the 7/11, and hangovers that you thought were terrible but would seem like small headaches when you're 22 and trying to keep up with college-level drinking. This was what the weekend was for. However, this teacher obviously loved to ruin everyone's time and force them to study and work on this project. 

With the final bell, the teacher headed out first followed by a mass of same-dressed students who were eager to see the possible stranger that they would be paired with. Jeongin left first, keen to leave but also being able to leave easily as he had brought nothing to class. After a few minutes, you and your friend followed behind the crowd, watching the mass of students as they shoved to look at the list of partners on the corkboard. Some sulked away, others jeered as they had been blessed with the partnership of a friend. Jeongin was one of the first to walk away, smiling smugly and playfully shoving his friend as they sat idly by, waiting for their partners to come to them.

After a few minutes of struggle, you and your friend finally made your way to the list.

"Who'd you get?" You ask as she studies the list first.

"That kid that sits behind us," she says.

"Oh, that's good! His name is Seungmin, he’s sweet."

"Yeah, but..." her voice trailed off.

"But... what?" You inquired, her voice making you uneasy. 

"You're gonna... your partner... just, see for yourself." She steps out of the way as your finger traces down the list to find your name.

And there it is. Next to your partners. And, frankly, you can do nothing but slowly turn and look at Jeongin leaning against the lockers behind you.

He gives you a small smile and raises his eyebrows.

"We'll meet at 5 in the library! I'll see you then!" He states with a twisted grin. With those few words said, he and his friend saunter off, leaving you dumbstruck with your friend praying for your well-being beside you.

“Y/n,” she asked with a soft touch to your arm, “are you okay?” You gave a stiff nod as you watched Jeongin walk away. 

God. Those fucking grey sweatpants look so good on him.

---

"You're lucky that you know the librarian well enough that we can be left alone here," Jeongin teased, looking up at the high ceilings and clearly impressed by them. His arms hung low as he carried the stack of books he had slowly accumulated in his arms. Well, you place them in his arms, he just took them because he didn’t really know what to look for or how to study or what this class was even about. 

You guessed by his expression (and from your past four years of being his victim) that Jeonging had probably never even set foot in the library. In fact, he had little to no intention of doing so for his whole high school career. Yet, thanks to you, here he was.

"I don't 'know the librarian,'" you groaned. "I volunteer here. Some of us need extracurriculars on our university applications. I just have the privilege of going here enough that I get an extra key to help lock up." You placed the book you were carrying on the wooden table and Jeonin copied your action, dropping the stack of texts with a sigh.

“In other words,” Jeongin taunted, “you know the librarian well enough to come here after hours”. You shot him a look before turning to the mess of textbooks and binders in front of you.

"We wouldn't be alone after-hours if we had just started immediately after class," you stated angrily as you sorted the books into piles for you and him. "But somebody had to go smoke with his friends outside, so now we've had to come after hours to study."

"Just know that it was a really good smoke break," Jeongin replied with glee as you divided up his and your reading materials, placing the books with a hidden rage that only came from years of bullying or sexual frustration. Or, in your case, a horrid cocktail of both. After you were done, you took a seat on one side of the table and gestured for him to sit opposite you. He got the hint and sat, immediately flipping through his books and shuffling them around, not even trying to look busy. 

"All I know is that we're here, alone, with no one else around and that I could trash this place if I wanted,” he continued with an air of cockiness you wanted to destroy.

At this point, you were really starting to regret everything that has ever happened to you. Sure, having a key to the school's immense library was a bonus of being a diligent student: you knew you could always escape here and it was entrusted in your care. Many times you had retreated to this place in the hopes of peace and quiet from the troubles of school. It was your sanctuary.

Now, an early library closing, a nicotine addiction, and a late study session had forced you to bring him here.

"I know you won't do that,” you shot back, “and I also know that I could just lock you in here if I wanted for the whole weekend.” Your response made his eyes go wide with what seemed to be shock and worry. However, when a smile broke out on his face, you knew that he thought your threats were empty. 

"You're fun!" He cheered. 

"I will lock you in here, Jeongin." You restated in a serious tone which he didn't seem to take as seriously. "Now,” you continued, “get started on studying. We have a lot to do and I have no intention of doing it alone. You need to look through the blue book. Read sections 2 to 4 and take notes on anything related to the assignment. Check the study questions, too: there could be info in the answers that could help us out."

"I hate that you're making me work," he complained in an obnoxious tone that could only be embodied by a teenage boy who had never been put in his place. "Normally I do nothing and the person just lugs me along."

"Well, I'm tired of carrying group projects, so you have to carry your own weight," you sighed. "Now. Start studying."

Jeongin gave you an eye roll before quietly retreating to his book. The silence quickly engulfed the library and you flipped through your book, looking at where to begin and fearing how much you had to tackle. 

Although this was a less-than-ideal situation, it did have its perks. To be honest, you never knew Jeongin could be quiet. It was nice to take quick glances at him while he studied, his face contorted as he analyzed the text and focused on his work. Just these few moments of silence seemed to give you hope. Maybe you could make the best of a bad situation. Maybe you could use this time to make Jeongin shut up for a few seconds and let you study his handsome face before being rudely disrupted by whatever dribble he decided to shoot out. Maybe this partnering was a blessing in disguise.

Your hopes were ruined as the silence was broken.

"God!" Jeongin groaned, leaning far back in his chair. "This is so borringgggggg!" Your annoyance immediately returned to your body. He was hot, but god did he like to pester you.

"Please, Jeongin, read the passages, I beg of you," you groaned as you looked through the books to find out the sections you were meant to study.

"Ughhhh..." he sighed. Suddenly, he loudly arose, chair screeching back as he picked up his books.

"What are you doing?" You asked, annoyed and barely looking up from the books you were still sorting through.

"I'm moving next to you," he responded as he waddled towards you, moving like a child who was purposefully aggravating a parent just for the fun of it. 

"Please, God, tell me why," you groaned.

"Because I'm lost!" He sighed, "I'm gonna sit by you because I hate being this far away and this lost at the same time. You have to help me Y/N if you're gonna make me carry my weight on this project."

As he slid himself and his books beside you, you prayed to every God you knew of—Jesus, Demeter, Allah, YHWH—that you would be vaporized then and there.

There was no escaping this irritation. Normally, you'd parry any advancements Jeongin made. Oftentimes, you would even take a different path home or avoid certain wings of the school altogether just to get away from him. To be clear, Jeongin didn’t actually frighten you. You weren't scared of Jeongin, you were just horribly, dreadfully annoyed with him. 

However, today was not a normal situation. There was no avoiding him: you were stuck with this fucking idiot on a group project with no hope of deflecting his pokes or prods.

"Oh, wait, before you start reading you should fix your glasses. They’re falling." He mumbles, "lemme… lemme just..." he then placed his pointer fingers on the center of your lens and pushed them up, readjusting the frames but dirtying your eyesight in the process. You shot him an angry look as he giggled, hating the smudge on the glass.

"If you must know," you seethed as you wiped your glasses off and placed them beside you, "I never wear them to read and study—two activities I still hope to do, despite your presence."

"Ah!" Jeongin dramatically fell back on his chair and grasped his heart as if he had just been shot straight through it. "Words hurt, y/n! I can't believe you would say such things to me! How dare you suggest I distract you!" He cried with a great fabricated sentiment.

Again, you rolled your eyes at his giggles and flirtatious fucking smile that made him look so damn dreamy that it made you want to punch a wall.

"Jeongin, please let me get back to studying."

"Call me 'Innie,'" he responded coolly.

You let a beat pass as you tried to process what he just said.

"...What?!" You hissed at him. That certainly got your attention.

"Call... me... 'Innie.'" His smile widened and he leaned forward, his face inches from yours and moving closer as he enunciated each syllable with mischief. 

Part of you wanted to push him away. You wanted to leave the library, march straight home, and write a strongly worded email to your teacher telling her that, despite her requirements, you desperately wanted to complete the assignment by yourself.

The other part of yourself, however...

Shamefully, that part wanted him to lean in closer. It enjoyed his playful smile and tone, and thought about how wonderful it was that you two were together, alone, uninterrupted. It thought about all you could do behind closed doors. It thought about things that made you anxious and confused and, frankly, made you want to turn your brain off.

So, you agreed with the former part.

"Jeongin," you stressed, leaning back. "Please go back to studying. I don't have time to play your silly name games." His exaggerated groan to your response almost made you crack a smile. Almost.

"Come onnnnnn, Y/n!" He wailed, voice echoing throughout the archives. "You don't even have to say it in public! Please! Only once!" Suddenly, he leaned in again and his face was now mere centimetres from yours. His voice was hushed and his eyes had a strange look in them, something that was serious and tempting. It seemed like he was trying to be playfully urgent in his words, but his voice made each syllable come across as languid, as if he were edging you on, almost daring you to obey him.

 "Just say it to me. Now, in private,” he pleaded.

Uh oh. That part of your brain that you tried to ignore was coming at you with a vengeance. You hardly noticed that your cheeks were starting to burn. Gathering all control, you tried to put an end to this foolishness. 

"We won't ever be alone together after next week,” you replied calmly. 

"What... what makes you say that?" He asked with a discouraged curiosity.

"Well... I can't imagine you'd want to hang out after this... after all..." you trailed off.

"After all...? What?" He continued, "After all 'I'm the smartest person in the district and intend to graduate top of the class so I don’t have time to hang out and do scumbag shit with my bestie Innie?"

Okay. Maybe Jeongin actually could humour you. After all, that impression is spot on. The blush on your cheeks had cooled now, but you had not noticed: your mind was too busy malfunctioning over the fact that you were smiling at something Yang Jeongin said to you. Jeongin had genuinely brought a smile to your face, and he seemed to notice, too.

"Woah! There's your smile!" Jeongin jeered, "I've been trying to get you to smile for like three or four years! 'Bout time!"

And just like that, your smile had disappeared without a trace. Your facial muscles even relaxed immediately, feeling no lingering strain from the act. How dare a fucking man tell you to smile, and to try and say that he has been wanting you to do so for four fucking years after bullying you for those same four goddamn years?! You felt like your chest would explode.

"What?! Where did it go?!" Jeongin whined, defeated and pouty because of it. "Pleeasseeeeeee smile again, y/n! You look so adorable when you do! I mean, you always do, but your smile! And I know you need your glasses and you look so cute with them, but I can finally see your whole face without them! Come oonnnnnnnnnn! Smileeeeeeee!!!"

Woah. Okay. Those words had sent that stupid, gullible, optimistic part of your brain into a frenzy. However, you clenched your jaw and kept a steady breath. You couldn’t let yourself get carried away as you knew it was all just a game to him. Everything was a game to him.

If Jeongin was telling the truth and that he thought you were “cute” or “always looked adorable”, you would have truly allowed yourself to believe his words. You would have beamed knowing that he thought it was beautiful if you did or didn’t smile, unable to hold back a response to his affection. If he was telling the truth, you were even ready to blush, beg, plead, flirt—whatever it took to keep him talking about how pretty you looked.

Yet, you are a pessimist, through and through.  Before your imagination could run off with the idea that Jeongin’s words were honest and genuine, your heart twined knowing that whatever he was saying was likely far from the truth. What Jeongin said was likely rooted in some foolish, mean-spirited, and twisted way of teasing you. He always did something like this after annoying you: poke the bear then tell it how lovely it looks before it has the chance to chase him down. It was just like those boys in junior high who would yell across the class claiming that “his friend liked you" while the very same friend made disgusted faces. The boys would laugh then, as if the very idea of loving you was a joke. The girls, however, would share a solemn silence, a solidarity only experienced by the victims of female adolescence and the macabre.  A

After all these experiences, you knew two things: boys were assholes and they were bullies. And Jeongin was part of them. 

So, at this moment, you felt dizzy from the sheer humiliation of his words and your  bubbling hatred. You couldn’t believe that Jeongin had the audacity to tease you like this, to say you were pretty when you knew that he had nothing positive to say about you. Saying such sweet things to you with nothing but ill intent behind them made you want to tackle him. Fuck his good looks or his conceited yet insanely attractive attitude. 

So, instead of letting yourself be hopeful and toy with the idea that he may actually be saying a nice thing, you did what you did every time: move past it and try to suppress your anger.

Clearing your throat, you returned to your book.

"Affection and coquetry won't work on me, Jeongin," you stated, eyes burning into the pages to try and ward off the pain in your stomach from his words. 

"Oh, really?" 

God. When will he learn to give up?! He leaned playfully on his hand and swiftly placed his elbow on the table, simultaneously and seamlessly nudging your book out of the way with a coy smile. The act made you huff through your nostrils and dignify his presence with a glare. He didn’t even register the pain his words had caused you. 

"They won't," you respond emotionlessly. All your emotions, however, became quite clear as you pushed your book back to its rightful place and shoved his elbow out of the way in the process, making him hiss from the pain. "And I doubt anything you do to me would count as flirtation."

Jeongin's sour face from the ache in his arm quickly changed to a wide-eyed, agape look. Oh no. The face of mischievous curiosity.

"I take that as a challenge!" He boomed.

"Oh, God, please smite me now," you mumbled, anxiety and rage rising. 

"I just gotta figure out what you like about me and just really capitalize on it," he pondered aloud.

Well. That statement made you scoff.

"I like nothing about you," you dryly stated.

“Oh, come on!” He responds, hoping your words were of off-beat humour rather than born from frankness. Your annoyance was boiling over, unable to contain it.

“No, it’s true,” you stated with malice. “You tease me about my looks and try to make me feel pretty just to tear me down. It’s honestly sickening and, frankly, after four years, it’s kind of unoriginal, Jeongin.”

“Y/n, what?”

There was no humour in your voice in the next words you spoke, no inkling that what you said could be taken lightly. You had let yourself speak freely and felt the burn of horrid words as they dripped from your tongue. 

 “In fact, I would say I’d rather hate you. Extremely so.” 

Silence engulfed the room. Not even the squeak of the chair as Jeongin shifted could be heard. You glanced up at the boy beside you. Jeongin was still and silent: two things he never was.

"...What?" you asked, your words met with no response but the cold echoes of the library. 

“Y/n, how could you say that?” His voice almost cracked as he asked the question. You glanced up at him and caught his eyes. They were glassy, empty.

Oh no.

Oh no... that dreadful empathy inside of you made your heart ache and your stomach churn. How could you feel so horrible after saying one mean thing when he's been nothing but disrespectful to you for four years?!

"I, umm... I—I mean" you tried to defend yourself without seeming like an asshole, which was becoming increasingly difficult as your mind raced to fill the space. However, you realized you had nothing positive to say at all. “Ah, fuck it,” you whispered under your breath. “Jeongin, be serious. Why would I like anything about you when you are nothing but mean to me?"

"Mean to you?!" He spat back, breaking from his hurt trance and turning to anger, simultaneously exacerbating your rage. "When have I ever—!" 

"You've been mean since the moment we met!” You shot back, “"You taunt me, tease me, and even follow me when we run into each other. It is hard enough dealing with academic stress, then I'm paired with the bully that makes my life a living hell and—"

"Bully?" He repeated with some distaste in his mouth and a saddened look on his face. "Is that what I am to you!?"

"What else would I call someone who's followed me every day for four years and has done nothing but jeer at me with his friends?! It is hard enough wanting to please everyone and excelling at school despite what I tell myself. But then I get some guy harassing me every day like it's his fucking day job. What else would I call him if not a 'bully'?! What, Jeongin, what?!"

The library walls repelled your voices again and let its old age absorb the hateful things you spat at each other. Slowly, the sound waves dissipated and silence consumed the wooden room. As the quiet settled, Jeongin let a beat pass, nothing to be said as he, too, let your words sink in.

"I... I just wanted..." His voice was hard, stern at first. Then, he sighed, cleared his throat and darted his eyes away, tone changing to a nervous and humble one. "I just… I'm sorry, y/n. Please know that, okay? I never meant for it to be like that or to go this far or even in this direction. Please know that."

The library had never seemed so unsettling to you until this moment.

Your mind dissected his words, prodding them and pulling them apart and trying to find if he was being malicious. Strangely enough, his words seemed... genuine. 

Great. This meant two things: 1) that he was genuinely sorry after bullying you for four years, and 2) that, if you wanted to be the bigger person, you had to accept it. Worst of all, your brain came up with the perfect way to accept his apology and also humble yourself, and you really hated how perfect it was and how humiliating it would be. Sometimes, your really fucking hated how your brain worked.

"Innie,” you said softly, “Thank you.” 

Jeongin's eyes went wide, so wide you swore they would pop out. The gasp that followed made you believe that he would consume all the air in the room. 

"Say—say it again!" He stammered out excitedly.

"No," you replied as you cracked a small smile. "Take it as a peace offering. I, the person who spoke so ill of you, am extending an olive branch to you, the man who has wronged me."

"I understand so little of that metaphor but just know that I'm happy," he smiled. You rolled your eyes at his idiocy and smiled.

However, before you could conclude the discussion and finally, finally, finally, return to your book, Jeongin raised his hand in a half heart.

Hand. Jeongin's hand.

"What... what are you doing?" You mumbled out, studying his digits.

Pretty, big hand.

Fuck. Not these thoughts. Not now.

"C'mon, y/n! I'm making a heart for you to finish! As a peace offering or a tree branch or whatever you want to call it! Like this, yeah?" He demonstrated by making the shape with both hands, making a complete heart and showing it to you with a boyish grin.

Big, soft, veiny hands.

"Uh, y-yeah, Jeongin," your hand was shaking as you raised it to his own. Fuck, they were even bigger in comparison to yours. 

Hands. Hold. Touch. Big and veiny and... big...God, what well is big?

That fucking part of your mind needs to shut the fuck up before you lobotomize yourself with a #2 pencil. Luckily Jeongin’s giggles as your hands briefly met to form a heart between the two of you snapped you away from such thoughts.

"Guess we're friends now, huh?" You muttered, trying to distract your perverted inner monologue.

"Aw, y/n!!!" He boyishly cheered. His impish smile was contrasted by his low chuckle. However, your own joy was challenged when Jeongin quickly interlaced your fingers in his.

Oh no. 

My tiny hand in his.

"Wait, your hands are so small!"

So big... so big compared to me... so soft, so warm...

"Y-yeah, I've heard that before."

"They’re so adorable! My hands look so big compared to yours, yeah?" His other hand lightly traced your wrist before grabbing it and forcing you to spread your fingers to compare hand sizes.

So, so big. Could barely wrap my hand around him. Could barely wrap my hand around his—

“Wow you’re right,” you responded nervously. 

You started to feel that strange feeling, the one you only experienced in solitude in the dead of night, not sitting across from a man who may or may not be your bully anymore and is using you like a plaything. God, why did that thought make these feelings even stronger? You crossed your legs and hoped to squash the voice in your head.

"Like woah! I knew my hands were big but this is crazy!"

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it—

"Do you have anything else that’s big that I should know about?"

...oh fuck.

This library has gone through too many auditory extremes today. You know that this has got to be the loudest goddamn silence you have ever or will ever experience in your life. Both of your eyes were wide, your stare locked in with his as you sat engulfed in shock.

For the first time today, you felt just how hot your face was.

It felt like an eternity was passing within these seconds of horrifying, dreadful awkwardness. You prayed that once you would finally blink that he just be gone. Sadly, he still sat there, face unchanging and unforgiving.

His hands still held your own.

Breaking the silence, he let out the driest of coughs.

"Well, it's—"

"I-I'm sorry," you stuttered out. "I didn't mean to—"

"It's—It's no worries, truly," he stammered over. The silence came again, but less horrendous this time. Or maybe it was worse, you couldn't decide. All you noticed was the fact that his hand still hadn't left yours. 

Jeongin decided to speak again, quieter this time. His eyes were wide, but glancing around frantically, trying to search for the right words. A harsh blush was forming down his ears and hard turned his honeyed skin into a scarlet red. You were strangely comforted knowing that he was just as mortified as you.

"I-It's wrong you know." He hesitated to continue. You, however, were all ears.

"Jeongin," you said slowly, "whatever do you mean?" He sighed, embarrassment consuming him.

"My friends looked it up and... apparently nose length is a more accurate measure.... but... you know..." Though you were fascinated to learn about this new little tidbit of info and that Jeongin actually knew something, you were way too focused on what he wanted to say.

"But what?" you asked in a small voice. His palm was sweating against yours as heat radiated from him.

"Well, just that.. you know... it's not like a rule. There are exceptions. It's just like a theory, yeah?" You nodded, glad to understand what he meant by that. Yet, you swore, that as he finally dropped his hand, exposing your skin to the bitter air of the dusty library, Jeongin uttered a brief  "I should know." Though you wanted to poke and prod, you opted to just nod and turned with him towards the table, staring at the stack of unread books. 

“Anyways…” you said, breaking the silence, “let’s get started.” Still, you couldn't help but sneak quick looks at Jeongin's face, trying to decide whether or not his nose was longer or shorter than average.

This had to be your least productive and positively worst study session ever. 

"What section do I have to read again?" Jeongin asked.

Oh, thank God he said that. You much preferred harassing him about not paying attention than whatever the hell you just experienced.

"I told you," you sighed, flipping open his book and pointing at the contents. "These sections! 2 to 4! Please! Start!"

"But what if I get borreedddddd?" Jeongin groaned. There he was! There’s the annoying Jeongin you know. "I can barely see what you pointed at anyways! Can’t you just help me out?"

"Ohmygod," you muttered, tired but willing to do anything if it meant he shut up and study. "If I were to help you for a bit, do you swear to properly study and leave me alone after?"

"Pinky promise!" He smiled gleefully and stuck out his extended, large pinky finger. After staring blankly at the digit, you linked your smaller pinky around his and slung your head in defeat.

"Okay," you muttered. "Let's begin."

For a bit, this plan worked perfectly. After only 20 minutes, you read through section 2 together and helped point out the more important parts of the text. The 20 minutes were difficult, however. Being this close to him, being able to smell his cologne—which was nice and smelled expensive, contrasting his scruffiness—and brushed shoulders with him was almost too much. Wow. You really were touched starved. Nevertheless, your own lameness was virtually undetectable to you. You were more focused on how well Jeongin retained the information and how neat his words were. You guessed that his utter stupidity was most likely due to his inability to focus, which was still a struggle even as you helped him. Nevertheless, as you began section 3 and were about to return to your own work, you knew that he had already come a long—

"HOW LONG HAVE WE BEEN DOING THIS?" Jeongin cried.

Ah. There he is.

"Just a little more, Jeongin, okay? Please, just be bearable. I have my own work to do," you whined, stomping your feet from exhaustion. Even when he was trying to be polite, he still knew how to get on every one of your nerves.

"Can you please just keep helping me? Just this section and then I swear you can get back to your work?" He pouted. Was... was giving you puppy dog eyes?

You sighed. Again, defeated.

"Yeah, sure," you replied, "let's start here—"

"Y/n?" He interrupted. You rolled your eyes.

"Yes?" He let your snark reply hang before smirking.

"Come closer," he nudged playfully with a smile you would almost consider flirtatious if you hadn't been constantly reminded about his disobedient behaviour for the past hour.

"Why?" You asked genuinely.

"You're squinting! You said don't read with your glasses on but it's straining your eyes! Just..." he thought for a moment, glancing around. "Ugh, whatever! Here—"

Unexpectedly, his hands found their way around your body, slinking under your legs and around your back, sliding under your thighs and brushing the exposed skin.

"Jeongin! I can just put my glasses on—" you blabbered out nervously as he continued to lift you.

"Just come here, fuck!" He shot back, finally raising you from your chair and sliding you onto his lap.

"Jeongin!" You yelped.

Normally, anytime someone picked you up made you want to scream. This, however, this made you want to die.

As if by some magical swiftness, you had now found yourself sitting on Jeongin. Well, not on him. Just between his legs. His long legs were spread out, your thick thighs barely fitting onto the chair as he caged you. And he hadn't remembered to tuck your skirt in when you sat down, so now it splayed open. It had ridden up, exposing everything but your white cotton panties, and was surely flipped onto Jeongin's pants at the back. You just prayed he couldn't see anything. However, he probably couldn't considering how close he was. Worst of all, he kept you close by resting his hands on your hips, making sure you sat still. The pads of his long fingers held your tummy softly, dipping into the fat as his thumbs rubbed slowly up your lower back.

You swore you had never felt so warm in your life. As you broke out in a sweat, you feared that his wolfishly big hands were paired with a keen sense of smell.

"There!" He giggled, resting his chin on your shoulder and leaning his head against yours, studying the book with intentness that starkly contrasted the intimacy of how he held you. "Now you can see well!"

You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to find something to say. Though his completely nonchalant demeanour was to be expected, you were still shocked but the literal position you were in. Not to mention the way his thumbs slowly drew circles on you while his hands shifted to hold your stomach. Your stomach for godsakes. How does he know exactly where to hold you to make you feel so secure and so goddamn embarrassed at the same time?! You pressed your thighs tightly together, trying to smother the weird feeling building between them that you tried so desperately to avoid. While you squished them your legs, your thighs were simultaneously crushed on either side by Jeongin's own, which were incredibly muscular: a feature you had never noticed until you were stuck between them.

"How..." you asked, "How did you do that? Aren't I heavy?"

"Am I complaining?" He asked back, a smirk in his voice. He wrapped his arms around your waist now, tugging you closer and pressing his chest fully into your back. "If you were ‘too heavy’, you wouldn't be sitting here right now, hm?”

"I-I suppose..." You start, not knowing what to say next.

"Now," he sighed with an air of exaggerated contentment, "if you want to finish this project sOooOOoo bad, then help me study!" God, how could he have you in the palm of his hand— literally— and still manage to pester you?!

"O-okay," you stuttered unsurely. "Well, let's start here and—"

"Mhm," Jeongin hummed, still massaging your fupa lightly and pressing his chest firmly against your back. You tried to burn a hole into the bookk—a feeble attempt at trying to distract yourself.

"A-as you can see," you coughed, "this section is more about analyzing the um..."—one of his hands started to rub lower—"the events t-talked about in the previous section a-and"—the other starts moving up, ghosting over your chest and playing with the top button of your shirt, leaving your tie untouched despite how you desperately wanted to loosen it—"t-trying to c-contextualize the previous section and… p-provide some background and… umm…."

"Gosh, y/n," Jeongin chuckled as his fingers rubbed the column of buttons, "I thought you were such a good student, but you seem so distracted. It's funny really."

Maybe he’s just distracted, you tell yourself, trying to reason what in the hell was going on. After all, he can barely sit still in class and often toyed with loose hems or drew on the margins of his papers. Therefore, it was perfectly reasonable to assume that he was just doing the same now: toying with your uniform as a means of distraction. He always played with you anyways, so it was safe to assume that it was some attention deficit that caused him to trifle with you. That's all it was. Or, at least, you prayed that would be the truth. As his hand fiddled with your skirt’s hemline and the other began loosening your tie, you were just hoping that this was all some absent-minded game for him. If that were the truth, then hopefully this dreadful pressure from between your thighs would disappear. It was building with every second and your panties were now so tight, so straggling, and so wet, latching onto your folds and aiding in your growing shyness.

"J-Jeongin," you began, "c-can you—"

"Innie, please, y/n," he teased in a low voice against your ear. "To you, it's Innie." Though you wanted to scream at him for uttering that petname again, you decided to push your pride aside. You needed him to stop, and you needed to utilize every tool in your arsenal to do so.

"I-innie," you stuttered out, shivering from the warmth that lingered on your ear from his breathy voice. "Can you please stop... you know... t-touching me?"

Again, Jeongin laughed. But, this time, it was drier, with less playfulness behind it and less mercy.

"Aw, y/n," he whispered into your ear, causing you to squirm a little, "I thought we were just having fun. Are you really getting all worked up over a few little touches? I thought you would like it more, you know, considering it's my big hands doing it." His last words were strongly enunciated by his hand tugging on your tie to gain access to your collar buttons. He started to play with them as you huffed, undoing them teasingly.

You were fuming at his words, knowing that: 1) he was just doing this because—at his core—Jeongin was just a fucking asshole, and 2) he was, sadly, correct. Still, you were determined to not let him know that he was right. Knowing him in the way you do, you couldn't let him take this victory

"I-is that really what this is about? Are you really hanging on to that! I had a lapse of judgment f-for one second and—" another button was undone and he began working on the next. After this next button, your bra chest would be exposed. It was only covered by an ill-fitting bra and you silently cursed your frugal self for not investing in better undergarments. Still, you continued. You had to. "I-I just fucking hate that you'd bring it up again! You just love to make fun of me d-don't you?! God, Jeongin, it is so typical of you to t-tease me like this and—Ah!" 

The sound of clattering buttons across mahogany and the sudden exposure to air frightened you. Jeongin, however, didn't seem to mind.

"I told you," he stated in a voice you had never heard him use before. "It's 'Innie'. Yes?"

Clearly, he had gotten sick and tired of you talking. He just wanted you to finally be quiet, much like how you wanted him to do the same. To accomplish this, his hands found the opening of your shirt and ripped the fabric open, scattering the last of your buttons, ruffling your shirt, and exposing your chest to him. In exposing you, Jeongin gained the upper hand. It was obvious that all pride, all power you had disappeared. However, his action had also done something else: the sensation you tried so desperately to conceal was making you hopelessly needy. You unconsciously began to twist your hips, rubbing your thighs together in hopes of eliminating the feeling.

The book in front of you was long forgotten.

"Yes..." you replied back in a small voice. "Yes, Innie. S-sorry." You could almost feel Jeongin smile behind you, but, if you truly could, you didn't notice due to his hands returning to their place on your collarbone and stomach. His fingers now languidly traced your clavicle while the other massaged your tummy, fingertips slowly digging into your skirt and pulling out the parts of your shirt that were still tucked in. 

"What a good baby," he chuckled, paying no mind to the nickname, though it made you redder than blood. "So fucking horny and no way to ask it. Such a fucking pervert. I bet you wanted this, didn’t you? You're even rutting back into me. Trying to get me worked up, hm?"

"No," you gasped with deep embarrassment, "never!"

"Tut tut, y/n," he tsked. "I know you're up to something."

"If anyone is up to something, it's you!" You protested. Your exclamations only made Jeongin laugh.

"Now, now," he giggled, "you wouldn't want anyone—say, a janitor or a lingering teacher—to hear us and come in? Wouldn't it be bad to see their star pupil being fondled by the school delinquent? Wouldn’t it be bad for them to notice that you liked it?"

Fuck. He knew how to shut you up. You turned your head to catch his gaze, shame and that peculiar feeling spreading all over your body into a delightful mix that only exacerbated your guilt. He knew he had you.

"That's what I thought," he laughed. "Now—"

Quickly, his hands moved toward your chest, dragged your bra down, and began to pinch your nipples, massaging your breasts and causing you to moan. Your hips increased their shallow rolls in an attempt to alleviate the pain. As you did, you felt what you could only suspect to be Jeongin's growing erection pressing into your ass. He definitely hiked up your skirt sometime before and was enjoying the sight of his clothed cock rubbing against your panty-clad behind.

"Innie! W-what are you—?"

"Oh, baby," he laughed and he rolled your buds between his fingers, making you whimper, "You say I'm distracting you from studying, but now your acting like such a little slut from only a few touches. You're so sensitive. I swear, you could be a virgin, hm?"

You dared not respond, only offering him a shy look as he continued to rub your chest.

"Oh," he giggled, "oh, of course you are. My sweet little goody-two-shoes hasn't had anyone touch her pussy yet, hm? My little virgin baby, yeah?"

"P-pussy?" you repeated, knowing that the word was dirty from the way it left a delictable taste in your mouth.

Jeongin mused, "My my, you are inexperienced." He let out a laugh that brought tears to your eyes, though it wouldn't be the first time he had made you cry. You were so frustrated and felt so strange and your panties were so wet and surely see-through and fuck! While your mind raged. Jeongin let one of his hands slip down your body and down your stomach, moving his other hand to grope the tit it had abandoned.

"Your pussy," Jeongin continued, ignoring your squirms and internal war, "is this right here."

Everything clicked as his fingers rubbed the damp white cotton into your pussy, rubbing up and down your folds with his middle and ring finger, slowly stopping to rub your clit and make your head spin. You glanced down, noticing how large his digits were and wondered how much he could stuff inside of you.

"Such an innocent fuck toy, never been used," he rambled, tongue licking the conch of your ear and making you whimper.

"J-Jeongin—I mean, Innie," you corrected. You could tell he was pleased by the way he hummed into your ears while he nibbled on the lobe, an action that should not make you want to moan as much as it should. "P-please stop touching me, it isn't appropriate.”

"But I thought I was helping you study, y/n," he pouted in a pouty tone, fingers never ceasing their motions. "Isn't this keeping me distracted? Isn't this helping you study? I need something to fiddle with, and you’re the perfect fucking stress toy for me." A particularly harsh rub into your panties and a tight grasp on your chest made you yelp. "Aren't you liking this, y/n? Liking me touching your soaking cunt? Fuck, you even soaked through your panties, how pathetic. " He spoke humorously through gritted teeth. He returned to slowly groping you, kissing down your neck loudly and rubbing his erection into your backside. You felt like you were going to explode. 

"You are, aren’t you?" he panted as he rocked back and forth into you, drooling down your neck. "I thought you were a better student than this. I thought you were such a good girl who was put off by teasing. What did you call me again? A bully?" He said the word with joking vehemence; teasingly but backed by a viciousness that made you crumble. "Would a bully do nothing but defend you for four years? Would a bully beat up any fucking nerd who insulted your intelligence? Would a bully praise you and call you pretty only to be given the cold shoulder just ‘cause you didn’t believe it? Fuck, I wonder what the school board would think if they saw you like this, being fondled by a fucking bully." His words turned to mush in your head, your brain frenzying at his confession and his touches. 

"Jeongin, please, I didn’t know! P-please, I just thought you didn’t l-like me, Jeongin. I thought you were m-mean and—ah!"

Your pleas were cut short as Jeongin stood up and shoved you forward, bending you over the table as his chair loudly scraped. He ripped—literally, ripped off your shirt at the seams, the sound filling the room along with your cries, with your bra being pulled off next. You were left in nothing but your shirt and tie: Jeongin wanted you to be at least a little dressed up for him when he claimed you. He grabbed your hair by the root and pulled your head up, making you release a sound that was a mixture of a cry and moan. The pain was unbearable, but the suffering mostly came from the absence of Jeongin's hands on you. At this point, you had realized that this feeling was some disgusting, perverted form of horniness directed at a man you hated. It made you feel dirty and desperate. But, most importantly, it made you feel in dire need of relief.

"I told you, y/n," Jeongin growled in that angry voice which didn't suit your impression of him, "that isn't my name." He released your hair and let your head fall to the table.

"I'm—I'm sorry," you begged as he moved the discarded books out from under you and threw them off the table. "P-please don't do anything mean!"

Funny. It was really funny to see you beg for him. It made him chuckle dryly before he hung himself over your back, once again pressing his chest into you—which you could feel was bare, meaning he must’ve removed it in the midst of things, leaving him in only his sweats.

"Oh, my innocent little baby," Jeongin panted into your ear, "you will be sorry." Jeongin's playful and perverted voice was matched by his hands slowly tugging down your panties, an action that caused you to chant a mantra of "no's" as your pussy was exposed to the cold air. Eventually, he had gotten impatient and tore the fabric up, an act that made tears fall from your eyes.

"Aw, don't worry, y/n," Jeongin humoured after seeing your lip tremble when he returned on top of you, caging you in and rubbing his clothed cock into your exposed cunt. "I'll take such good care of you after you learn a little lesson, yeah? Don't you just love to learn knew things, you fucking inexperienced little know-it-all?" You squirmed under him, begging for more and praying that he would give it to you. Yet, it seemed that patience offered itself to Jeongin when it pleased, and now he seemed to have all the time in the world.

Slowly, he rose his body from yours and rested his hands on your ass, rubbing the flimsy skirt and toying with your fat.

"Such a dumb fucking little virgin," he groaned as he let your pussy dampen the front of his sweats, pressing his throbbing dick into your needy cunt and making you whine. "Needs to learn a lesson."

Swiftly, his hand pulled away and slapped your ass.

"Innie!" You cried from the feeling, tears continuing to fall as his hand reached up and spanked you again, filling the library with lewd sounds to accompany your moans and his grunts.

"Say my fucking name again," he whispered with venom as he continued to spank you, enjoying how your ass reddened with each hit.

"Innie, Innie! Please stop!" You sobbed, making him laugh.

"Just—a few—more," he stated, marking every few words with a repeated spank. His other hand toyed with your ass, enjoying the softness and how your untouched flesh contrasted the growing blush on the other cheek.

"Y-yes—fuck! Yes, Innie!" You whimpered.

"God, such a fast learner," he grunted, continuing. "Aren't I helping you study, now? What if I helped you study every day, yeah? Licked your little cunt every time you got an answer right and then spanked you when you get one wrong? Maybe that'll help with your studying. Do you want a study buddy, y/n? Hm? Do you?"

"Yes, fuck I do!" You sniffled in defeat. "Only Innie, only Innie can teach me. Please!"

Finally, after a loud and particularly harsh spank from Jeongin accompanied by a satisfied grunt, he decided that your study session was over. He settled his large hand on your ass and rubbed the scarlet skin to try and coax you back down. Your back rose and fell while your knees buckled from the torture he had just put you through. You let out a sharp hiss and every time Jeongin's hand lovingly fondled the abused flesh. Jeongin, however, was beyond elated and relished your pain. In another demonstration of his strength, he flipped your body over like a ragdoll and pushed you onto the table so your legs hung over the edge. He then slotted himself between his legs and greeted your puffy face with a broad grin.

"Such a good little student for Innie," he teased. Pushing into you further, he let his cock press against your soaking cunt and further drench his sweatpants in your juices. The warmth of your bares chests pressing together made you smile while the squish of your breasts made Jeongin rejoice in being able to indulge in the plumpness of your body. He placed a layer of kisses from your forehead down your face, licking away your tears and shushing your sniffles.

"Did I do good?" You sniffled. Jeongin held his body over yours, blocking the light above with his broad, bare shoulders. He looked down at you with a mixture of emotions behind his eyes which were hard to discern, but were surely good-natured, regardless of his previous actions.

"Of course, y/n," he hummed, "so good." He let his hands roam up and down your bare thighs to reassure you, coaxing a smile out of you.

"Really?" You asked with a lightness you didn't expect as you reached up to cradle his face

"Absolutely," he chuckled while only moving to lay his hand over yours. He leaned down again and resumed his trail of kisses down your neck towards your chest. Your hands helped pull him down to you. You played with his thick locks before trailing your fingers down his back muscles. 

"Such—a—smart—and—pretty—girl,” Jeongin cooed between every kiss to your chest. Each kiss between his words only increased your sense of pride and the neediness between your legs. The feelings only worsened when Jeongin finally attached his mouth to your nipple while he groped the other, suckling on you with a ferocity you didn't expect.

"F-fuck," you mewled as spit trickled down your chest.

"Are you ready to continue our lesson?" Jeongin asked while moving to suck on your other breast. 

"Yes, Innie" you purred as you arched your back to meet his mouth. “Always ready for you.”

He chuckled and continued to satisfy you a bit longer, caught up in your moans and almost forgetting the pain of his erection as it desperately kneaded your cunt. Despite your small protests, he finally pulled himself away. Smiling at your pouty expression, he sauntered backward and stared at your limp body before speaking. 

"Stand up."

It was embarrassing how fast you rose to the ground. You were only focused on following his orders, obeying him, needing more and fearing that you would get nothing if you were disobedient. You barely even noticed how naked you were until you felt the cool air meet your spit-covered tits. Yet, when you moved to cover yourself, you stopped when Jeongin gave a look that said “I am not afraid to bend you over my lap and spank you again.” He smiled when you let your arms drop to your sides.

"She's such a good girl," he muttered aloud, reaching out to pull you forward by your tie. Your eyes were only on him and his sweat-covered chest and dishevelled hair and raw lips that kissed your body so perfectly.

He let his thumb slide up your jaw as he tugged you to him, hand sliding up your cheek and holding your face before tilting your head up. Then, as if the punishment didn’t happen, as if this annoying study session didn’t happen, as if these past four years were just a fever dream that you had finally awakened from, he leaned down and captured your lips in his. He kissed you—truly kissed you—for the first time, but, surely, hopefully not the last time.

When he finally broke away, he studied your soft eyes and offered a small kiss to your forehead, as if he were sealing you as his and promising that "Yes, I am sorry for the way things were. I'm sorry that what began as meaningless teasing just for fun turned into a fucked up crush. I am sorry that I haven't told you until now. I'm sorry that I'm such a fucking perverted loser that I couldn't just tell the beautiful girl that I had a crush on for four years that I liked her. I'm sorry that it took four years just to kiss you. I’m sorry I kissed you under such circumstances. Just know that I want you. I want you, so deeply and so passionately, so please just drop to your knees and fucking suck my cock and let me kiss you and fuck you and hold you and let me be yours and you mine." Instead of speaking the words he wished, he simply changed his stare and licked his lips, catching the lingering taste of you on them.

"Wanna learn something new?" He asked rhetorically, thumb gliding on your lower lip. You didn't even respond to him. Not a nod or a hum. You simply just allowed your mouth to open and have his thumb slip in, immediately rubbing the digit with your tongue and soaking it in spit. You didn’t want to respond or even acknowledge the act, not when you waited four goddamn years to suck his fingers. 

"I'll take that as a 'yes,'" Jeongin mused. "I think you can assume what I want you to do." In response, you just gave your head a slight shake, still warming his thumb with your tongue.

"Really?" He asked in a mocking voice that made you wildly embarrassed and red. "You really are just a dumb little toy waiting to be used. Such an eager baby that wants to learn, yeah?" This time, you gave him a slight nod. Your hand traced his abs and stroked each line, unsure of what to do but unable to remain still.

"Okay then. Guess I’ll have to give my baby step-by-step instructions, yeah?" he sighed. "Get on your knees."

Needless to say, you were shocked by the request. Though you were glass-eyed at this moment and almost choking on just the length of his thumb alone, you still had a working mind; one that was not distracted by Jeongin's eagerness pressing into your lower abdomen or how he looked at you or how much he wanted you or how fucking good his chest felt or how he shivered when your hand traced over his nipples. Despite all of this, you still had a conscience, and it told you to leave. It told you that this was an embarrassing turn of events that could only end badly and that you should run away, leaving him with his cock still hard and unsatisfied, then report him to the principal for bullying or public indecency or something! You knew that you should go.

Instead, you simply sank to your knees. You still suckled on Jeongin's thumb while he shakily exhaled a chorus of "you're such a good girl, such a good student, so smart, so sweet, so soft". Your hands trickled down his abs before rubbing the soft fabric of his sweatpants that you wanted so desperately to be removed. They hung off him proudly and lowly, kept up only by a measly tied knot and displaying his adonis belt that drew your eye line downwards. When you finally settled on your knees, your fingers and eyes traced down these lines and fiddled with the top of his sweatpants. Your fingers then traced lower until your hand palmed his heavy erection, unsure of what to do as you massaged the length. He was so stiff and long and big and—

Oh. He was big. Even in your inexperience, you knew it. It must have been a good few inches above average. You gulped at his size, in awe of his length that he was done so well to hide. 

"Remember what you said earlier?" He asked, removing his thumb from your pop mouth so he could cup your jaw. He tried to tilt your head up, but it was too difficult with your eyes fixated on the heavy, large bulge that protruded from his pants.

"C'mon baby, remember what you said? Use your big girl memory and tell me," he cooed. Your hands rubbed up and down his thighs while your hips rutted against nothing, the pressure between them building exponentially due to neglect. He tilted your head again, meeting your big doe eyes and forcing your focus away from his strained hard-on.

"Innie," you choked out, fingers teasing the hem of his pants. "Hands... so big... so you must be..." He let you trail off and allowed your faze to return to his pants as they transfixed on the prominent outline of his cock and the stain on the fabric right at his tip.

"That stupid fucking theory about noses being indicators of size," he continued with a smile on his face, "is just that: a stupid fucking theory."

As if answering your prayers, he used his spare hand to slip the knot off. Then, with a small tug, he slowly lowered his pants enough, just enough to let his cock slip out. In turn, you were blessed with the picture-perfect image of his cock.

"Don't I prove that what you say about big hands is true, y/n?"

You just gave him a dumb nod, too needy to formulate proper words. However, he didn't need you to speak: he knew he was correct.

You always had a thing for his hands, but they were nothing compared to his cock. But together, when his large hands held his immaculately big, veiny, pulsing dick made your mouth water and dribble fall down your lips. His tip was red and leaking precum, begging to be touched or fucked or given some goddamn attention. He offered himself a few pumps, hissing as his heavy erection dripped fluids that you tried to catch desperately on your tongue. It wasn't enough. You needed more.

"Innie," you mewled, catching his attention. 

"Y/n," he gasped as he stared down at your teary-eyed expression that was so cute and obviously needed to be rewarded.

"Please," you mumbled with embarrassment, "teach me." Your hand then went overtop of his and tightened around it, subsequently tightening the grip on his dick and making him moan a little louder than what he was comfortable with.

"Y/n, f-fuck," he whimpered as he pinched his eyes. With your eyes still transfixed on his hot tip, you pulled his hand off his cock and allowed both of your hands to hold him, heat radiating off of his length and precum coating your hands until they were glossy. You pumped it slowly, just as he did, mimicking the motion and unknowingly teasing him more than he would like.

"B-baby, please just suck it," he panted. You glanced up at him again and felt the drool pooling out of your mouth and collecting on your tongue. Then, with great hesitation, you pressed your tongue against him and licked up his slit, causing Jeongin to release a shaky grown that was soaked in pleasure.

"J-just like that—fuck!"

Your hands kept a steady pace while stuck your tongue out, giving him persistent and repeated licks. Each time you re-coated his cockhead in slobber and coaxed more profanities out of him. Still, you maintained a steady pace and dared not to increase your speed. You wanted to hear him beg and cry and whine like this forever.

"Fuck, y/n, take more of it in your mouth," he begged as his hands rested on your head and tangled in your hair. Yet, due to your dumb state and how good he sounded, you struggled to obey him

"Oh, right," he panted out, "you need to be shown how to do everything. My baby is just a little dumb student who needs to be taught. She needs to learn how to suck Innie’s cock like a good girl, right Y/n?" You simply hummed in response, continuing to pump and milk him. Jeognin’s hand found stability on the back of your head and balled your hair once again. The pull made you moan and the strain burned just as delectable as it did before.

"Now, open your mouth wide," he chuckled. You obeyed him like the dumb fucking slut you were and allowed your jaw to go slack, still rubbing your tongue on the underside of his tip and making him swallow back a moan.

"Good," he praised in a strained voice. "Now, take it." Suddenly, he pushed your head forward and forced your mouth to take his cock, gagging on his girth and soaking him in warmth. The intrusion made you hum loudly and for you to tighten your grip on his pulsing length Jeongin, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to your teary-eyed gags and continued to shove himself into you, inch by inch.

"G-good job," he whimpered in a low voice that he hoped he couldn't hear, "so warm." Though you could barely breathe and your mind was shocked by the act, you still felt yourself dripping onto the hardwood floor below you. Despite your confusion, your tongue and hands seemed to know what to do. As you gagged on him, the wet muscle rubbed up and down on any part of his cock it could reach while your hands pumped what your throat couldn't take.

"J-just like that," Jeongin hummed. He pulled your head back then and allowed you to take a deep breath in before pushing you down again. Shallow thrusts allowed him to push deeper into you and fluids to leak from your mouth onto the floor below you. Lewd, wet sound accompanied your gags, making Jeongin beyond elated.

"Y-You're the best student, y/n," he hoarsely whispered. "So smart and you've learned to let me fuck your mouth so easily. Such a fast learner, such a g-good, good girl for her Innie, yeah?" You could do little but hum along.

"Aw, does my baby want to breathe?" He asks through pants, to which you replied with an eager hum. He pulled you off his cock and you immediately gasped for air, hands leaving him to wipe the drool off your face and dry your tears.

"Better?" He asked, a mixture of sincerity and domineering sadism coating his voice.

"Y-yes, Innie," you responded feebly. He smiled at your answer.

"Good." He then changed his expression to a stern look and released your hair, letting you settle on your knees and take a few deep breaths.

"Next step," he began as he lifted his cock up and harshly grabbed your wrist to hold it up yourself. After placing the heavy cock in your hand, Jeongin then grabbed the other hand and forced you to cup his balls, unchanging in his expression or demeanour. He stared into you and you stared into him. He tutted and cooed at your expression which eagerly awaited instruction, begging to know what to do.

"Suck them. Now."

The order was processed in your head and left you spinning. Yet, you immediately obliged. After all, you didn't want to disappoint Jeongin. He thought you were a fast learner and he wanted to train his stupid slut as best he could. If you wanted him to be proud of you, then you had to prove him right. As such, your tongue left quick kitten licks his balls and the underside of his cock. Jeongin, through whines and moans, began to pet your head and encouraged you, s if he was begging instead of trying to dominate you.

"N-now," he stuttered out, "Pump me, fuck my cock with your hand, y/n." Your hand picked up a fast pace that glided over his slick cock and only deepened the desperation in Jeongin's voice.

"Shit.” He gaped at how well you did it, how well you obeyed him. You even began to take control, going back to suck his tip while your hands fondled the parts your mouth couldn't satisfy.

"M-missed the taste of my cock yeah? Missed how my pre-cum tasted on your tongue?" He rambled as you pumped him eagerly and sucked harshly. Sweat dripped down his forehead and a blush spread down his chest from you. He couldn't help but speak when he got like this: he praised everything you did and began to tell you everything he wished to say.

"Oh, y/n, I w-wished you knew why I teased you," he confessed through pants, "I wished you realized how much I like to annoy you, to get your attention, to tease you—mmh, fuck! All my friends know why I do it... every day they ask why I don't just go up to you and tell you why. But I could never seem to." Your mouth parted from his tip, your hand quickly replacing it, so you could properly look at the man who towered over you.

"Why... why didn't you do it, Innie?" you asked, voice still hoarse from when he made you take his cock. 

"Because," he gasped out as he tried to steady himself. "Because... I like to tease you, to make you notice me. I just w-want you to notice me, you sweet thing, and take care of me like you are now. And you know what? I think that—f-fuck—I think you like it when I tease you, too." He was not wrong, and the ruined floor with the clothes and books on it was evidence. But, you also knew that he was right because here you were, sucking his cock and balls and choking on it with the greatest pleasure. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You wanted him to do things to you that you were too embarrassed to think about even in solitude. 

You impatiently returned to his length, each lap of your tongue and stroke of your hand making his moans louder.

"Y/n," he groaned. "Y/n, y/n, y/n—" His voice got quicker as your motions increased in speed and determination. "Fuck d-don't stop, such a good girl! Perfect fucking mouth for me, perfect, so smart, such a tease—god!"

Suddenly, his hand pushed your head and his cock was shoved down your throat, mouth hugging him as his hips made shallow thrusts into you and gags erupted from your stuffed throat.

"Y/n, y/n, baby, y/n, swallow, swallow, please—" his chants were high pitched as he continued to rutt into your mouth, "—so tight so warm, I— I—I can't—hmph!" Jeongin pressed himself into you as far as he could while his hips twitched, causing you to choke but not dare pull away, not now, not when you were doing such a good job. Your mouth—reddened and swore from Jeogin's abuse—now leaked his cum that couldn't be swallowed.

"That—that, I—" Jeongin stammered unintelligibly. Ever the gentleman, Jeongin pulled you off his cock and watched the remaining liquid gush from your mouth. The cum trickled onto your tits and worn tie, making you squirm and for Jeongin to take a shaky breath.

"So, so precious," he muttered through exhausted pants. You stared up at him, coughing from the misuse of your throat and the need for air. Still, you felt strange: needy, unsatisfied, like you needed the same release Jeongin did.

"Innie, I need—"

"Please, rest, baby," he cooed, stroking your hair absent-mindedly as his still-hard cock pathetically dribbled out cum. You licked your lips at the sight: the taste of his juices still lingered on your mouth.

"No, no, I..." You pawed at his hands and gripped his wrists lightly. The act took him out of his trance and look down at you. You were sleeked in sweat and cum, your thighs were pressed together tightly and coated in slick. You bounced with impatience, wanting more and more and not knowing how to ask for it. However, Jeongin may be stupid and a jerk, but even he slowly pieced together what you wanted.

"Y/n, you—"

"Innie," you urged as you started to pull him down towards you. As you pulled him lower, you laid on your back, bringing him down with you. "Innie, please."

"Y/n, you should rest—" Jeongin tried to argue while he sank to his knees and placed his palm on the floor to steady himself.

"No." When he tried to argue again, you placed your mouth on his and pulled him fully on top of you on the library floor. When your lips finally parted, Jeongin stared at you with hopeful eyes.

"Please," you sobbed. You grasped one of his hands and slowly guided it down between your bodies, rutting against it as soon as it was close enough to your cunt. "Innie, please make it go away."

Jeongin smiled. Who was he to say no to you?

His hand immediately found your clit and began rubbing tight circles on it, making you writhe and whimper.

"F-Fuck, it feels so good," you mewled.  Your pussy was gushing from the contact and it only became wetter when Jeongin licked his cum off of your chest. Bite marks and bruised skin were left behind in their stead, eager lips nipping at untouched skin. Though you hated being marked up and worried that it would show, you couldn't protest. Not when it felt this good, not when he was doing it.

Jeongin relished touching you, as well. He rubbed his cock onto your thigh while whimpering into each kiss. It was as if kissing you brought him to life, as if all of those years of teasing and picking on you had been worth it because he could fucking finally express his passion for you in a way that satisfied you both. Ever since he first saw you in the tight, ill-fitting uniform, he knew he wanted to be yours. Soon that feeling developed into the perverted dire need to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you from behind. Now, as he was kissing down your chest, and fingered your perfect, tight hole, he knew he was so close to what he wanted.

"Fuck, I," he gasped out between kisses, "I can't." Unexpectedly, he sat up and fully slotted himself between your legs. Before you could protest, however, you found your knees pressed to your chest, your skirt bunched around your waist, and Jeongin was rubbing his cock through your folds.

"Jeongin!" You yelped.

"J-just the tip," he whined. "Innie is gonna put just the tip in and then he is gonna take such good care of you. He just needs the tip, just a little bit, just needs to feel his precious little baby, just needs the tip just—hmph! Fuck! Y/n, baby, t-take it."

Even if it was just his tip, you knew you were too tight for him. Just his cockhead alone was stretching you out. But, the pain, just like how he pulled your hair or spanked your ass or choked you, was amazing. Though you protested, it was all just for show: to rile him up or to maintain some semblance of propriety. Truly, you never wanted him to stop.

"I-Innie! It's too big! I can't— I can't it's too big— fuck!" You stammered as continued to push himself into you, filling you with more than he had promised. Your voice made him whine and push his face into the nape of your neck. Immediately, he began to nip and kiss your neck in a feeble attempt to control himself. Yet, as he plugged you, he knew that he couldn't resist. You just felt too good, too sweet, too soft, too warm, too wet, and too perfect to just put his tip in. With every shaky breath, he tried to control himself, but he just couldn't. After only a few seconds, he began to stuff you full.

"Innie! What are you—"

"It's j-just the tip, just a little more." His muffled stutters vibrated against your skin, "I just n-need you, just need my g-good little baby to fuck this cock and be good for Innie and take what I give her. Let me fuck your perfect cunt and fill your pussy with my cum. You'd like that, to be filled with my c-cum?" Jeongin was almost fully inside of you and viciously rubbed your clit with every centimetre. You had never felt so full in your life.

"C-cum, Innie's cum?" You repeated naively.

"Yeah, just my cum. Only mine, only Innie's. You're m-mine, just mine only I get to fill this with my cum. Yeah?" He rose and looked down at you, lips ghosting over yours. As he stared down at you, it was hard to pinpoint what he felt. Sure, there was the deliciousness of corrupting your naivety, being the first one to fuck your cunt, and how every inch that entered you made you moan louder and with more desperation. However, at that moment, as he glanced down into your eyes which were always so sweet, he was overcome by the dire need to protect you. He wanted nothing more than to love you and have you as his, more than he'd ever wanted before. His cock eased into you, your breasts were covered in his slobber, you had swallowed his cum, his dick was twitching from overstimulation, and all he could think of was how lovely you looked.

"Yes," you sniffled, "only for you, Jeongin, my Innie."

"Oh, y/n," he panted. His lips captured yours and kissed them softly, contrasting the quick friction against your clit and the stretch of your cunt accommodating his cock.

Then he pushed himself into you, impatience getting the best of him.

"Fuck!" You both whined at the same time: Jeongin from the feeling of your tight cunt hugging him so well, and you from how you were filled to the brim with him. His hands moved to your inner thighs, spreading them to allow himself to rest between them and hug his waist. He eagerly gripped the soft flesh to try and control himself. Softly, his thumbs rubbed your skin and he let out strained moans. Your eyes were pinched shut and, with your legs free, you wrapped them around his torso and pulled him into you. As you did, he pushed a little deeper, only a little, but you rejoiced in the sensation. You feared that if pulled out of you, you would crumble. It was all too much too soon, too fast and too good to let it end too quickly. Clawing at his back with tears streaming down your cheeks, each breath brought you closer to him.

"It's too much... Innie I-I can't I—"

"Please, please, y/n." The desperation in his voice made your eyes open and stare at him. His face had reburied in your chest and it took everything in him to look up at you. As soon as you saw the look on his face, you knew that it was too much for him too.

"Let me make you f-feel good," he panted as he pressed his forehead into yours, "j-just a little, just take it, p-please." He didn't wait for your response as he pulled out a little, clamping his eyes shut from the feeling of dragging his cock out of you and hissing to refrain from immediately pounding back into you.

"Shit, it f-feels so good," you sniffled as he eased back in.

"Yeah? I told you. S-such a d-dumb baby, so dumb for my cock." His voice made you whine and your hands go up to knot themselves in his hair, pulling it slowly as his hips found a peaceful rhythm that contradicted the merciless lust it made you feel.

"So dumb," you mindlessly repeated, "such a s-stupid fucking baby for Innie." Your words hitched as he made a particularly harsh thrust into you. 

"Innie,” you asked in a small voice, “d-do you like it when I say that?"

Jeongin panted, trying to control himself, "Y/n, I—"

"You like to know I'm dumb, yeah? My stupid little pussy n-not know how to handle your big, veiny fucking c-cock?"

"Fuck, please, don't edge me," he strained through gritted teeth and with fingers dinging harshly into your thighs.

"T-teach me, teach me to how to fuck your cock." 

He didn't intend to pick up the pace as quickly as he did. Nor did he mean to make his thrusts so harsh with such a lack of control that you moaned with each push and pull of his heavy dick. But, when it came to you, he couldn't control himself.

"I'm—gonna—fill—you—with—my—cum," he growled as he pistoned into you. His hands moved to your outer thighs, occasionally spanking them and enjoying each jiggle of fat with every thrust into you.

"Fuck, slow—please s-slow down," you sobbed as your tits dragged across his chest, your overly sensitive nipples. Jeongin, however, just chuckled, his laughs dying out quickly as they were replaced by quick breaths. His eyes became dark again and his grip on you tightened, sweat mixing with your own as precum made a white ring around his cock.

"Just know that it's gonna spill out of you, that I'm g-gonna fill you up every day and keep you stuffed with it," he whimpered as his hips rolled faster, making his eyes pinch shut. "So warm inside of you, leaking out and just waiting for me to stuff it all back in and cum again and again and again and again."

"Innie, it's too much, " you responded dumbly. Jeongin didn't care. He just loved to hear his petname come out in little whimpers. His eyes opened again slowly, taking you in. Fuck, you looked so cute and fucked out, so close yet still begging for more.

"What's my name? Say it," he demanded with a stern glare.

"I-Innie..."

"Say it again—fuck, say it again, baby," he gasped.

"Innie!" You responded on command, like a dog being asked to bark.

"F-fuck, please, y/n, one more time just once more please!" He panted as his cock dragged and drove into you at an unforgiven pace.

"Innie, Innie fuck me, please baby, Innie, fuck!" You whimpered

"Fuck, it makes you blush. Getting all embarrassed and flustered... I make you blush, huh? My pretty baby, my innocent y/n, so cute—shit!" Jeongin's voice suddenly caught in his throat as he felt you tighten around him. While his veiny cock pulsed with each thrust, your warm cunt throbbed as you felt that strange feeling build and build inside of you. One of his hands moved back to your neglected clit and started to circle it quickly, making you pant like the needy bitch you were.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—ah! Y/n, baby, s-stop clenching or I'll—I'll—"

"Innie," you sniffled softly, your voice soaked in desperation. "P-please, make me cum. P-please, for me? Please!" You couldn't believe the words that left your mouth. Neither did Jeongin.

"Y/n, I'm—fuck—I'm gonna—" his thrusts became sloppy and your jaw went slack as you felt lust building to an inordinate degree.

"I'm gonna— Innie— fuck!"

"Y/n, my baby, my sweet b-baby I— cum, cum!"

"Innie!"

Your cunt began to pulsate and your back arched. The feeling was unimaginable, like nothing you could ever describe. It came over you quickly and suddenly, in a tremendous wave that you wish would last forever. Jeongin, in a brief moment of clarity, pulled out of you and rubbed his soaking cock quickly, letting out occasional and short grunts as he fucked his hand. Then, his hips stilled and cum began to spill out of his tip, coating your stomach and cunt in his cum. Yet, you hardly noticed: you were too-fucked out to care.

Riding your orgasm, you sank to the floor and Jeongin collapsed on top of you. Both of you took deep breaths and he dropped his head against yours, eyes shut in ecstasy. His hands lazily dragged up your body before resting on your face. He pet the sides of your jaw and drew your eyes open to meet his. Seeing your eyes was like seeing a home dock in a storm. He pressed his lips into yours and stole your breath away again.

The kiss—unlike the moments leading up to it—was slow, soft. It took its time and ended only when you two were satisfied. After being brought down to reality, Jeongin pulled away and brushed some hair out of your face.

"Y/n," he softly said.

"Jeongin, Innie," you said back, twirling with his sweaty locks and massaging the nape of his neck.

"We..." he panted out before taking a look around, "We gotta clean this place up and get the fuck out of here."

You stared at him in awe before cracking a smile.

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You felt weird walking in with Jeongin and his gang on Tuesday. Gang? Maybe like "gaggle of friends that constantly annoy you but you are now stuck with and quickly learning to love." Needless to say, it felt like all eyes were on you. Actually, it was true. Teachers, students, faculty, everyone: no one could believe that the top student was now walking hand-in-hand with someone who held the reputation for being the school's worst student.

Despite being an outspoken and confirmed hater of Yang Jeongin, here you were: walking in next to him, with his arm slung around you, and blushing at his cute jokes. God, when did Jeongin become cute?! What a horrid thing to think, let alone believe. Yet, you knew it. He was cute. And now, the whole school knew that you thought so. Or, at least, that's what your giggles insinuated.

Maybe you always thought he was cute and now you allowed yourself to believe it, like those intrusive thoughts were actually right all along, and, yes, you did actually think he was incredibly sweet and handsome, and likely the best boyfriend. It's only been four days but he already has promised to walk you to and from school every day and has dates pre-planned with you up until graduation. He hasn't told you about the latter part yet, but he will soon enough. He just needs to wait until you're a little more comfortable with him before he confesses how much he absolutely adores you.

Being an "it" couple was not on your goal list for high school. Come to think of it, being stared at when you walk with your boyfriend and losing your virginity to him a mere four days before in the school library was not on the list either. Oh, how plans change. Somehow, however, you didn't mind the stares. Though most were shocked at how Jeongin had bagged the school's nerdiest (and hottest) girl, how that girl—who hated the man—now gleamed at him with adoration, and how they ever managed to get together in the first place, the most shocking element was the fact that your uniform was not up to code. Every day for the past few years, you were a picture-perfect student with pressed dress shirts, even ties, and cleanly pleated skirts. Now, your tie was loose and you were even wearing a hoodie—fuck, his, hoodie?! Jesus.

As you walked to class, you couldn't care less. Jeongin escorted you to first period, giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek and almost smiling at how cute you looked all wrapped in his hoodie. Your fellow students—hell, even the teacher—seemed bewildered by the interaction.

You, however, barely acknowledged them. You just noticed the man in front of you in a light that was so starkly different from the past four years.

"Got everything, yeah?" He said with a straight face.

"Yes, Innie," you smiled, making him glance away.

"I told you—" he started in a voice that was a little too loud, making him dart around to see if anyone was looking his way. And, of course, everyone was looking at you two because how could they not? The eyes on him made him uneasy, but when he turned back to you, all those uncomfortable feelings disappeared into nothing. He licked his lips anxiously and leaned in, adopting a hushed voice to try and retain a morsel of privacy. "I told you not to call me that in public, baby," he blubbered, "it ruins my image. Please, baby."

God, was he blushing? Fuck, he was perfect.

"Okay, Innie," you teased, making him ever redder. You stressed his nickname and relished in his embarrassed demeanour.

Huh. Maybe Jeongin had been right all along: teasing was fun, especially if it was done on the person you liked the most.

"Promise me you'll go to class, okay? I'll see you in last period, then we'll keep working on the project," you said.

"Ugghhghhhhh.." he groaned with a long-winded exasperation. "UGH... Okay."

"Great!" You smiled mischievously, "And we'll actually have to work on it. Unlike all those other times we... 'worked on the project' together this weekend."

"Y/n." His blush grew from his ears down his neck, still unable to make eye contact with you. You'd think that years of teasing you made him impervious to sly remarks, but when they're coming from you, well that's a different story.

"Why are you acting like this?! It was your fault in the first place!" You huffed with an air of playfulness. "I just wanna remind you that we won't be alone in the library this time!"

"Just... g-get to class, okay?" He stuttered, "I'll see you later, baby."  Extending his hand out in a half-heart shape, you completed it with a giggle, adoring how small your hands were compared to your boyfriend’s. Then, Jeongin softly wrapped his hand around yours and pulled you in, offering you a kiss to your forehead. When he pulled away, he readjusted your glasses as they had slipped down your nose bridge.

"Perfect," he said with a small voice. With a final giggle from you, he watched you go into class.

Now there was the issue of what to do with his day. Normally, he'd spend first period smoking outside with his friends, wait until second period for the cafeteria to start serving pizza, go to third just to eat, then go to fourth period just to see you.

Now.. fuck. He was actually going to class. He hated how you were already having an effect on his lifestyle, but rejoiced that you operated in a position that dictated his life. If he was to be controlled, he would want you to be the one pulling the strings. Jeongin seemed to see you for who you really were: determined, intelligent, and perfect to coddle. Looking at you even had an effect on him, one that he could now proudly display instead of hiding behind bullying and teasing (not to say he’ll stop teasing you anytime soon).

As he slung himself into his assigned seat for first period, his surprise was mirrored on the teacher's face. God. Despite having only a few days passed since you two got together, you were already changing him to a noticeable degree. Yet, it was for the better. And he smiled knowing that if he was changing, that it was for good and that it was for you.

[vivalarevolution]

𝓣𝔀𝓸'𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷𝔂, 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮'𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓭

Tyler Galpin x Addams Reader

Request: „Xavier has had a obvious crush on y/n and puts himself in constant competition with Tyler y/n’s boyfriend which really makes Tyler show his true over protective side of y/n, that she loves to mess with to see how far she can get away with things. One day she decides to mess with Tyler like usual, flirting back with Xavier just to get a reaction out of Tyler until he breaks. Telling Xavier off holding y/n close to him as be always did. After Xavier and him are done arguing Tyler says nothing pulling y/n along with him as they walk to his car together to leave. Tyler still hasn’t spoken a word to y/n in the car on their way back to his house making y/n worry she’s actually gone to far this time. They get back to his house and he’s mad but not at exactly at y/n. He explains how he’s completely obsessed with y/n to her. Then they end up having rough makeup sex because I’m a slut for smut ofc.‟

A/N: Request written by anon, whom I thank in advance for the detail she/he put into it. It much easier writing when I know what people want or like so I don't disappoint my readers. I hope you all gonna enjoy it. Please remember english is not my native language, then can be some mistakes.

Work contains smut, minors do not interact.

She was in the Weathervane again, as was her habit. Sipping her black coffee, occasionally tapping her long fingernails against the white mug in which the hot drink was served.

She looked like a living painting, so beautiful and impossibly perfect, despite her indifferent eyes and grim face. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the only one who thought so.

Tyler watched as one of the Nevermore students flirted with her in an extremely overt way, not even hiding how much he cared about Y/n's attention, his Y/n.

She was Wednesday's cousin, which made her Addams, although despite her last name, she did not share much of her family's traits, but Xavier didn't mind. The moment his eyes saw her, he was intoxicated by her, not even hiding how she affected him ,and Galpin hated it him for that.

But the girl was having a surprisingly lot of fun with it, even though she shouldn't have. Yet, she couldn't help it. Her dark heart filled with an unfamiliar warmth as she watched her boyfriend take her in his arms, each time the brunette took one step too many or spoke one word too far. She loved to feed on his overprotectiveness and possessiveness as if it were the sweetest dessert.

So when Thorpe decided to sit in her booth, smiling warmly which made his face even more handsome, the teenager started her little game. Smiling softly, she turned her attention to him. The coffee mug had long been forgotten, and the hand that held it was now resting her chin to feign interest in the words that were pouring out of his mouth. And even though their were intoxicatingly sweet and warm, Y/n didn't pay much attention to them.

They weren't from Tyler, so their wasn't of much value to her.

-You spend an awful lot of time in this cafe - said Xavier suddenly - Aren't you bored of constantly sitting in the booth and looking out the window?

-And you don't get bored of running all the time? - she asked, frowning slightly - You tire your body over and over again. There are other activities that can make you tired than constantly getting to point a or b - she concluded jokingly, a spark of malice sparking in her eyes.

Xavier smiled to himself. Sometimes he wondered if these little hints, the girl put in her statements was on purpose or maybe it was pure coincidence.

-I find that rather reassuring - he replied, bringing his body closer to hers, even though there was a table between them.

-What about drawing? Doesn't that calm you down?- she asked, also closing their distance as much as she could.

-Well, it stopped recently. You see my dreams are haunted more and more often by a girl who messed with my head. I only think about her - he confessed looking at her as she was one of the wonders of the world.

Y/n could’ve felt the intense, obsessive, even maniacal gaze on herself, which filled her black heart and soul with a surprisingly large amount of warmth, which she accepted with a shockingly great willingness.

-Oh, personally for me nightmares are something wonderful, the thrill when someone is chasing you is incomparable - confessed the girl with a smile - But if night visons mess with your head just as nightmares do, I think I can do something about it - she admitted, now arranging her head on both hands, so that the breasts between them were pressed together - Our Great Aunt Calpurnia. She was burned as a witch in 1706. They said she danced naked in the town square and enslaved the minister. I learned some of her tricks.

-I don't doubt it - Xavier muttered.

-But... something for something- she said, smiling subtly.

-Anything you want - he replied without breaking eye contact with her.

-I want you to paint me - she stated, even though she knew perfectly well that she was the object of his affection, but teasing Tyler was all too tempting -And if I remember the references correctly. I like you to paint me like one of your French girls - she added quietly but enough for the barista at the counter to catch her words.

The brunette let out a heavy breath. Watching Xavier turn red in the face and his eyes glowing with lust, he told himself enough was enough.

Alone with the two Nevermore students, he wasn't afraid to hit the countertop with a washed mug to show his annoyance, he wasn't afraid to approach the table with a look that could kill, revealing the much darker inside that the sheriff's son was hiding.

-We're closing - the boy said, even though it sounded more like a snarl -You should go Thorpe. I believe your headmistress won't be pleased if you don't come back - even though it sounded like a decent explanation, Y/n sensed that hidden speck of menace, and she wasn't the only one.

-Well, I'll take Y/n with me - he said, standing up, and the difference in height showed up immediately, but Galpin didn't care, his demeanor and aura fully made up for the lack of a few inches -She's a Nevermore student too.

-I’ll take care of her. You don't have to worry - he stated, grabbing her waist as she got up from the chair - But thank you for caring about my girl so much. Almost like you were in love with her.

-What, are you jealous? - Xavier asked defiantly, looking at the older boy.

-Jealous? Please, you don't even exist to me - he stated and his voice became lower, more menacing -Be my guest, have feelings for Y/n. But she will never love you back.

The green-eyed boy clenched his hand into a fist.

Between the two you could feel the heaviness of the whole situation and the girl quickly realized that the jokes ended right there.

Placing her hand on her boyfriend's chest, she tried to push him away, to silently let him know to stop, to give him affection, to make him forget about the brunette, but he didn't budge.

-It's weird because lately she's been giving me more attention than you. And I doubt you know what goes on within the walls of the school -Thrope confessed.

The whole body under Y/n's fingers tensed, which made her look into Tyler's eyes, which were directed towards her friend.

-Xavier - said the teenager - Just go...please - she added and only then he left her with a heavy heart, which drove the sheriff's son even more furious, seeing how easily he obeyed her requests, how devoted he was to win her approval - Ty - she whispered after a long moment - My beloved, I adore seeing you in a possessive state with eyes that can kill but not this time. Xavier is wrong, do you understand? You're the only one that holds my dark, cold heart.

Addams grabbed his cheek, trying to elicit any reaction from him again, but in vain because he didn't move, not responding to any of her touches.

The ride in the car was even worse than the silence the teenager gave her in the cafe. Y/n could only watch as Galpin reacted to her hand brushes and soothing words, or rather, how he didn't react. Her pale hand desperately held Tyler's, and it had been there for quite some time, but he hadn't held her hand or kissed her fingertips like he usually did.

When they finally arrived at his house, they found no one. Her boyfriend's father was almost never at home and she knew how he lamented it, but now she was grateful for his absence because she didn't know what would happen behind closed doors.

The brunette took her straight to his bedroom.

-My beloved? - whispered the girl, stubbornly trying to reach the teenager - I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings - she confessed, hugging his back - I understand if you're angry with me.

-I'm not -he finally said, sighing -I'm not mad at you, maybe more at myself- he said helplessly -When I first saw you, you took my breath away. I was crazy about you, obsessed with you, and when you agreed to be my girlfriend, I was the happiest guy on the planet. Maybe I just didn't love you enough.

-Oh Tyler - the girl said, burying her face between his shoulder blades -I just wanted to tease you. I didn't know I'd hurt you with it, I thought it would anger you.

-You wanted to anger me? - he asked as if offended and annoyed him at the same time - All this to get reaction out of me? - he muttered, turning around to look into her eyes.

Galpin suddenly grabbed her by the neck, not to hurt her, but to show that he wasn't in the mood for jokes.

Feeling his large hand on her neck, she sighed and clenched her legs. She had dreamed of a darker version of Tyler, and now he stood before her in all his glory, ready to devour her.

-I want you to mark me, to show me who I really belong to - Y/n confessed, her eyes misting with desire -Please, Tyler.

-Oh, I'll show you exactly who you belong to - he whispered into her ear before attacking her neck with wet kisses and harsh bites.

The girl tilted her head back to give him more space as he assaulted her neck. Her hands found their place on the brunette's head, pulling his curls with her fingers, which made him growl from time to time, making the wetness between her legs only get stronger.

Tyler's own arms went to her waist, gliding his hot hands under the material of her clothes, filling her skin with a pleasant burning sensation. His fingers efficiently pulled every material in their path, so soon after Addams stood naked in the boy's arms, shamelessly enjoying his greed.

-Tyler -she whimpered as his lips left her body.

-On the bed, ass up - he said firmly.

Y/n shivered at the low tone of his voice ,complying to his command without question, wanting to appease him. Galpin watched as she obediently placed herself in the designated position, wiggling her hips suggestively, inviting him. And he gladly accepted her invitation.

Feeling his touch on her skin, she waited patiently.

-Ahh!- she squealed suddenly as his hand made contact with her asscheck.

-Who do you belong to?- Tyler asked.

-To you -she said, burying her face in the sheet beneath her.

Boy slapped her again, but this time she moaned loudly, delighted with the combination of pain and pleasure.

-Louder -he commanded, slapping her yet again, too intoxicated by the way her firm skin lay between his fingers.

-You. I belong to you - she said, looking at him with lust.

-Good girl - grunted the brunette, undressing himself after a while when Y/n watched, absorbing his muscular figure with her eyes - Get up princess - he added after a while, approaching and grabbing her neck.

The teenager connected their lips in a slow and sensual kiss. Their lips touched again and again, and their tongues only brushed occasionally, sending shivers down both lovers' backs.

-I want you to know how sorry I am - she confessed, breaking their caress.

-Don't worry. You'll have a chance to do that - he said, stroking her cheek, his thumb hooking over her bottom lip.

After a while, Tyler climbed onto the bed, arranging the girl as he wanted, which made her turn her back to her boyfriend, supporting herself on his thighs as her womanhood was exposed centrally in front of his face.

Y/n looked back, waiting for further instructions, but she only got a single smile before he dived deep into her folds, licking, kissing and sucking. She moaned in response, clenching her hands on the skin under her fingers, before she bent down to his member, repeating the same actions that the brunette was doing.

She tried to fit it all in, focusing on the task, but it was simply too big and she was too inexperienced. Catching her breath, she breathed deeply, moaning and whimpering alternately through the wet tongue of the boy who was devouring her like he was starving.

Covering her mouth with one of her hands, she tried to drown out the scream that wanted to escaped her mouth, only to actually scream when Galpin's hand met her clit.

-You do that again and I'll tie your hands and feet, and then I'll take you so that the only thing left for you is to be silent through your sore throat - he warned, gliding with his fingers around her entrance, seeing if she understood the message.

In response, Y/n moaned loudly and shamelessly, arching her back. Her climax was coming and going, making the feeling even more intense.

The brown-haired man outlined his assault, slurping her juices with great craving, making her orgasm approach unrestrainedly fast, too fast. The only warning was a silent cry before Tyler's chin and mouth were covered with a clear liquid.

-I'm sorry...I made a mess- she said in a hoarse voice, closing her eyes.

-Sweet mess- he said, carefully sliding her hips down so he could sit himself.

Y/n immediately took the opportunity, falling on his torso, burying her face in the crook of his neck, moaning directly into his ear as two fingers glided over her swollen clitoris before moving inside, stroking her tight and wet walls.

-Tyler - she whispered -Too much...

-One more- he said tenderly into her hair -Will you do it for me, hmm?- he asked, and she nodded sluggishly - My good girl, taking my fingers so well. Letting me stretch her out so I can enter her, right?

-Anything for you -she sputtered as her legs began to tremble with the intensity of another orgasm that came much faster than the previous one, pulling strings of pain that so deliciously completed the pool of sensations.

Galpin stared at her eyes, which were clouded with lust, closing again and again. His hand involuntarily went to her face, gliding over the hot cheek with his thumb. The teenage girl snuggled into his palm, sighing.

-You're tired. Do you want to stop?- brunette asked worriedly.

-You're not done marking me - she stated with a lazy smile, running her hand along her legs -You must mark me deep inside, my love.

A soft growl was the last warning before her back met the mattress again and her legs were placed on the boy's loins, who in one rough move entered her, filling her to the brim.

Tyler moved in her with strong and long strokes, watching as if hypnotized as her breasts bounced with each stroke and the way the outline of his member glided in her lower abdomen.

-I'm so close - Y/n moaned, lifting her head up heavily, begging for kisses.

The teenager granted her request by kissing her swollen lips, pausing every now and then to listen to how beautiful his name sounded when she repeated it like a prayer.

-You're squeezing me so tight - he growled into her mouth -You like how I treat you,hmm? You like it when I use you like you're just a rag doll. Mine to ruin and destroy, mine alone.

-Yours, oh god, only yours - she said, almost on the verge of tears.

The third orgasm that took over her body was overwhelming. Making her see the stars, almost losing consciousness. The boy was still moving, wanting to feel the feeling of wet walls tightening like ticks as long as possible before he did what his girlfriend begged him for. He marked her insides.

Y/n moaned gently, feeling the sudden warmth that poured from inside of her, directly between her asschecks. Holding Galpin's neck, she pulled him to her, snuggling into his larger body, which covered her form completely.

-I love you - she said after a while, stroking his hair.

-I love you too, very much - the sheriff's son replied, kissing her breasts and sucking her skin from time to time to create additional marks on her body.

-Tyler - she said, and he murmured confirming that he was listening -Next time, don't torture yourself, beloved. That's my job.

[vraiao]

INTRO AND RULES !!

dividers made by @/benkeibear and @/chachachannah, banner made by me!

⭒ quick introduction

✫ likes!! : all types of cats(domestic, tigers, bobcats, etc), jellyfish, eating a lot(big fan of burgers and sushi), matcha, coffee, sprite, going out with friends, walking places, cake, pie, candy, KUROMI, JJBA, other animes, WRITING POETRY, stuffed animals, gaming(roblox, sims, gta, rdr2, etc), purple is my favorite color, and my favorite men are vyn, xiao, and scaramouche. i LOVE getting asks and requests. it feels so nice knowing that people like the things i write and having random chitchat with anons is so fun. never be afraid to ask ask ask away on my blog i love it so much

✫ some music i listen to!! : pierce the veil, my chemical romance, Radiohead, tyler the creator, MITSKI, paramore, pinkpantheress, faye webster, set it off, destroy boys, falling in reverse, beabadoobee, deftones, panic! at the disco, no doubt, melanie martinez, laufey, liana flores, the brobecks, ricky Montgomery, and many more that would take forever to list, but always feel free to ask!

✫ dislikes!! : group projects, waking up early, copycats(especially the ones that steal ur whole identity), people who are assholes for no reason, overly judgy people, dogs(sometimes), audio books, aaand more that i can't think of right now

⭒ rules, byi/dni, and notices

✫ rules!! : while i am more than happy to take requests, i don't take super body-specific ones. i have no problem with them, i just don't really like writing things where the whole fic is centered around a certain body type that the reader has(things like thick! reader, tall or short!reader, and much more like that). not only that but its not very easy to write things like that when i myself don't have any of the mentioned certain features and stuff, especially since i wouldn't want to unintentionally write something that could offend someone with whatever feature the ask would include and say something insensitive.

but with other asks, i will take almost anything. I'm not entirely sure of everything i'm not open to writing right now since I'm very new to this, but just send in whatever request you have and if i don't want to write things like that, ill tell you and then add it to my rules, but if i do, ill write it and you'll know its okay for more reqs similar in the future!

✫ byi/dni!! : if you are.. homophobic, racist, sexist, a weird fetishizer(of wlw, mlm, and any race), a proshipper, and anything else along those lines, do NOT interact! BEFORE you interact, as of now i am not sure, but my blog is probably going to be mainly a smut blog. ALSO as of now, i'll only be writing for genshin, hsr, and tears of themis. all of this could change in the future, but this is how it'll be for now!

✫ notices!! : the main thing i would like to say is it will definitely take me a bit to respond to a request, though my requests are always open unless i say otherwise! i have quite a busy life but i will always reply to asks and requests and stuff(unless a req goes against my rules ofc), so just be patient, please!

this post will definitely be updated more over time, so just check here again or send in an ask if you have any questions or unsure of something because i didn't add it into here!

[reaperintheroses]

FAQ's

Some frequently asked questions that it's better to answer once than over and over again :)

Q) What's your deal/who are you? Hi! My name is Robin and I'm a Non-binary Mexican writer. I'm a veteran turned paramedic and I have a husband (Will) and two dogs who I love very much and mention frequently. Some fun facts about me are I'm 5'11, I never went to college, I'm part of a leisure roller derby team, and I can hold a plank for ten minutes! Q) What kind of content do you write? I write for so many fucking fandoms it's impossible to keep track. The big ones are: Outer Banks, Marvel, Top Gun, DC, Yellowstone, Starwars, and Supernatural. Odds are if you want to hear my thought, opinions, or want to request something but don't know if I'm in the fandom or not just request it and I'll let you know! I write smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, au's, and so much more! Q) Do you have a masterlist? I pinky promise a full masterlist is coming. Tumblrs just being a little pussy and keeps deleting the entire thing right as I'm about to finish and it's lowkey pissing me off (that's happened like 10 times now) but as of today June 17th 2022 I have everything linked, tagged, and edited. All that's left is the key! Q) How can I sign up for your tag list? Literally just ask. Either drop a comment on a fic or leave me an ask and I'll just add you to it. If you're unsure what to say just copy and paste this templet: Hi, can I be added to your (fandom/general) taglist?

Q) Do you take requests? Only if I say that I am actively taking them, otherwise I write what I want. I'm happy to take a request and put it on the back burner if you ask really nicely but if I say no I mean no. Q) What are some general things to note about your blog? I swear often and that will be in almost all my fics, I'm very much in love with my partner and talk about fucking him often, my blog is not minor friendly so please don't interact, I frequently shit on the US Navy. Q) Is there anything you won't write? Smut involving minors (Different if it's a comic book character that was introduced as a teen and has a current storyline as a teen but has previous storylines as an adult [Ex. Dick Grayson]), rape, necrophilia, self harm/suicide, or sexual fetishes/kinks that involve bodily fluids other than cum and water (tears,sweat, etc.). Q) I want to talk to you but I'm shy is it okay to reach out? yes, please do! I love talking to and meeting new people! My ask box is always a great place to reach me as well as my direct message. I also understand wanting to remain faceless and how helpful the anon toggle can be! That being said if you abuse the anon option and use it as an opportunity to bring down other content creators or myself I will pull a tyler the creator and publicly put you on blast. I grew up in an immigrant household, anything you can say my own mother can say ten times meaner to my face in a better accent while serving up dope ass enchiladas sooooo

-Please realize that if you are using the anon filter to be mean to content creators who are out here doing this for free it means nothing because you're too much of a little bitch to use your actual blog

[sunflowerhae]

music sceneries I’ll never write

♡~•Rules•~♡

➮ Send an ask with the song title, and member! I put the member that I envisioned when I listened to the long, however if you want someone else (from NCT OT21) then you can just request it with them!

➮ ONLY REQUEST A SONG FROM THIS PLAYLIST! I thought that was obvious, but ig not! My bad 😔😔 this isn’t a “submit a song of choice” this is choose a song down below, and get the story I wrote abt it. Hope that makes sense idk

➮ please be aware that I might not get back to you immediately - however if you aren’t on anon, or tell me whatever blog you want me to tag (i understand - this is a side blog), then I’ll tag you in the post!

➮ Please do NOT request two songs together - one suggested per ask! You can ask for two songs at the same time, but they’ll be separate!

➮ also note that the genres in the song descriptions WILL be in the story, but if you really want a certain genre, just say it and I’ll make it both (ex/ if a story is listed as angst, but you want fluff, I’ll make it angst AND fluff)

➮ finally, these aren’t full length stories. They’re experts from the songs listed that I wanted to make full length stories for, but there’s so much that I know I wouldn’t be able to. Once I post the first one, you’ll get the format more 😊 anyway what I’m saying is don’t expect a 10k long fic!

★ - personal favorites. It also means I would hopefully like to keep the same member suggested - but you don’t need to!😊

♫ Somebody else

“I'm looking through you, while you're looking through your phone, and then leaving with somebody else”

Artist: The 1975

Genre: Angst

Suggested Member: Haechan

♫ my eyes adored you

“My eyes adored you - though I never laid a hand on you, my eyes adored you.”

Artist: Frankie Valli

Genre: Fluff

Suggested Member: Jisung

♫ she plays bass

“This chick, who plays bass. She plays bass, she plays bass. Nothing matters cause we’re both in space.”

Artist: beabadoobee

Genre: fluff, crack

Suggested Member: Jaehyun

♫ Life on Mars?

“-Wonder if he’ll ever know: he’s in the freakiest show. Is there Life on Mars?”

Artist: David Bowie

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Suggested Member: Jaemin

♫ We’re gonna be friends ★

“Climb the fence, books and pens - I can tell that we are gonna be friends. I can tell that we’re gonna be friends.”

Artist: The White Stripes

Genre: fluff

Suggested Member: Chenle

♫ Fine China

“I'm going down, now with all of my Fine china and fresh linen All of my dresses with them tags still on them”

Artist: Lana Del Rey

Genre: angst

Suggested Members: Jaemin or Jeno

♫ butterflies

“Now I remember what it feels like to fly - You give me butterflies”

Artist: Kacey Musgraves

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Suggested Member: Jeno

♫ yes to heaven

“Say yes to heaven, say yes to me.”

Artist: Lana Del Rey

Genre: Fluff, angst

Suggested Members: Jaemin, Haechan

♫ teenage fantasy ★

“We all want a teenage fantasy; want it when we can’t have it, when we got it we don’t seem to want it.”

Artist: Jorja Smith

Genre: angst, slight fluff, maybe smut

Suggested Member: Haechan

♫ with love, Vincent ★

Artist: Murray Gold, BBC National Orchestra of Wales

Genre: Fluff

Suggested Member: Jaemin

♫ anyone who knows what love is

“The world may think I’m foolish - they don’t see you like I can. Oh, but anyone who knows what love is will understand.”

Artist: Irma Thomas

Genre: Angst, slight fluff

Suggested Member: Haechan

♫ you were mine ★

“Sometimes I wake up crying at night, and sometimes I scream out your name. What right does she have to take you away, when for so long you were mine.”

Artist: The Chicks

Genre: Angst

Suggested Members: Taeyong, Mark

♫ make me your queen

“And I don’t mean shit, I know you’ve made that clear - cause I mean nothing to you, dear. So make me your queen.”

Artist: Declan McKenna

Genre: angst

Suggested Members: Renjun, Doyoung, Jaemin

♫ across the universe

“Words are flowing out, like endless rain into a paper cup - they slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe”

Artist: The Beatles

Genre: Fluff

Suggested Member: Jaemin

♫ Been it ★

“I’ve been your mother, I’ve been your father; who could ask me for me? I’ve been your sister, I’ve been your mistress - baby I was your whore.”

Artist: The Cardigans

Genre: Angst?, kinda of a breakup revenge story

Suggested Member: Haechan

♫ Back to December

“So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you saying I’m sorry for that night - and I go back to December all the time.”

Artist: Taylor Swift

Genre: Angst

Suggested Member: Renjun

♫ The story of us

“And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.”

Artist: Taylor Swift

Genre: angst, fluff

Suggested Member: Mark

♫ Would that I

“With the roar of the fire my heart rose to its feet, like the ashes of ash I saw rise in the heat, settle soft and as pure as snow - I fell in love with the fire long ago”

Artist: Hozier

Genre: fluff

Suggested Member: Jaemin

♫ Satisfied

“He will never be satisfied, I will never be Satisfied.”

Artist: Renée Elise Goldsberry, Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton

Genre: Angst

Suggested Members: Kun, WinWin, Lucas (idk why I get huge wayv vibes)

♫ Terrance loves you

“But I lost myself, when I lost you.”

Artist: Lana Del Rey

Genre: Angst

Suggested Member: Yuta

♫ Honeymoon avenue

“I’m under pressure cause I can’t have you the way that I want, let’s just go back to the way it was - when we were on Honeymoon Avenue.”

Artist: Ariana Grande

Genre: Angst

Suggested Member: Renjun

♫ I don’t love you anymore

“I ain’t tryin to keep up, because, I don’t love you anymore.”

Artist: Tyler the Creator

Genre: Angst

♫ Soft universe

“Speak to me, speak to me, with love in your eyes.”

Artist: AURORA

Genre: Fluff

Suggested Members: Renjun, Taeil

♫ Traveling Soldier ★

“I cried, never gonna hold the hand of another guy. Too young for him, they told her - waiting for the love of a traveling soldier.”

Artist: The Chicks

Genre: Sligt fluff, Angst

Suggested member: Jeno

♫ Bang Bang - my baby shot me down ★

“bang bang - he shot me down. bang bang - I hit the ground. bang bang - that awful sound. bang bang - my baby shot me down.”

Artist: Nancy Sinatra

Genre: Angst, old movie style (you’ll see)

Member: Jaemin

♫ Past Life

“My lover, from a past life.”

Artist: Tame Impala

Genre: Angst, fluff, slice of life

suggested members: Jaemin, Jeno, Doyoung

♫ I’m apart of that

“I’m apart of that...aren’t I?”

Artist: Anna Kendrick

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Suggested Members: mark, taeyong

♫ Bombs on Monday Morning ★

“Bombs are falling on Monday Morning - waiting for the news together”

Artist: Melanie Martinez

Genre: angst

Member: Jaemin

♫ Daddy issues ★

“Go ahead and cry, little girl. Nobody does it like you do. I know how much it matters to you - I know that you got Daddy Issues.”

Artist: The Neighbourhood

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Member: Jeno (I’m not budging on this)

• Listen to all the music here! ⤦ ⤦

•Bombs on Monday Morning🏔 (not on Spotify) ⤦

• 👼🏻Yes to heaven👼🏻 (not on Spotify) ⤦

[bards-witcher]

Can we get some Ohmcat? Smut because why not 😅 Tyler and Ohm are having smexy time and Tyler transforms into a monster, increasing in size (in certain areas as well) as he starts to feel possessive and greedy in the middle of everything

So I know this probably isn’t what you wanted and that doing a werewolf is a cop-out but I’m a basic bitch and I kinda struggled with this? so if you want something else just let me know.

Also as an fyi I’m probably going to close requests so I can try and catch up with my current ones, I’m trusting you all to follow this but if not then I’m turning off anon to deter people messaging me, I don’t mean to be rude, but it’s just a backup.

Warning: nsfw, Bestiality (kinda? Tyler’s like half human half wolf)

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He was dating a werewolf.

When Tyler had first told him the news a couple of months ago he’d been quick to disbelieve him with the advice that he should find better material for his jokes, only to then eat his words when the other man transformed into a wolf before his eyes, well at least he looked a wolf but was almost as big as a small horse.

He was frozen still at the sight, unable to stop staring at the large animal in front of him with the only similarity to his human boyfriend being the piercing blue eyes, chocolate brown hair and apparently the ridiculously large size.

Even after Tyler had turned human again he couldn’t speak, he could only stare at the taller man who now had a sullen expression on his face and fear evident in his eyes, fear that he may have ruined their relationship, a sight that tore his heart into two.

Despite the fact that his whole world had turned upside down in the matter of a few minutes, the pained look on Tylers’ face which he was sure mirrored his own had him quickly begging the other man simply for time, and whilst he couldn’t give any assurances about the future of them as a couple, he knew after having spent the last year and a half with the man that he couldn’t call it quits just like that.

It had taken a lot of time, almost a month to be exact, for him to truly accept and embrace the fact that his boyfriend was a werewolf.

The first couple of weeks were spent perusing the internet excessively but he could only find small truths throughout a litany of tales and myths, trying to tell himself that he was definitely not in some sort of weird Twilight fantasy, no matter how true it felt.

The exact day he came to terms with the fact happened to be that of a full moon when a thunderstorm raged outside, and whilst he wasn’t exactly scared of them, he definitely missed Tylers’ warmth and soft words comforting him through the night, but apparently the other man knew that, or at least his were side did.

It wasn’t long into the start of the storm that Tyler, who was undeniably a werewolf, had turned up on his back door with a soft look and pleading eyes that endeared him, even at the sheer size of the animal in front of him that was even bigger than the wolf side Tyler had shown him almost a month ago.

Tylers’ words echoed through his head then as he stared at the animal, how the other man had no control over the were side of himself and often times could barely remember the nights he did turn, how the other side of him relied purely on instinct and therefore made him unpredictable and dangerous, a risk he wasn’t willing to take with him.

However, as he stood there staring at the animal he couldn’t help but compare Tyler to a household dog as he heard the low whimpers of the wolf begin to filter through the cracks of thunder raging behind them, He could feel endeared at the way the were edged closer to him as he jumped at the sound before eagerly motioning him inside.

It was somewhat of a challenge getting the wolf into the house and even bigger one getting him upstairs and into his room, silently thanking the fact that his other housemates were out doing god knows what, as he finally shut his bedroom door behind him, finally letting out the breath he’d been holding ever since he first saw the were.

The rest of the night went by fairly easily after that with the biggest challenge being that of keeping Tyler on the floor due to the fear the size of the wolf could easily break his bed, until he finally gave up and moved onto the floor to sleep next to the large wolf, who was quick to all but cuddle up next to him and he quickly fell into a soundless sleep.

It was a surprise when the next morning he woke to find a naked Tyler sleeping beside him with his head nestled against his neck, where any attempt to move had the arm wrapped around his waist pulling him closer to the taller man so that he could do nothing but accept his newfound fate as Tylers’ pillow until the man woke up.

Luckily, it wasn’t that much longer before Tyler began to stir awake, using the other man’s still sleepy state to worm himself out of his grip so that he could go downstairs and begin making them both breakfast, knowing from previous experience of his past ‘night’s out’ as they’d called them how groggy and out of it Tyler could be.

He’s somewhat disappointed that the other man didn’t join him downstairs as he usually did, instead he quickly made up a couple of plates of hot food and a cup of coffee before carefully heading upstairs, just about managing to climb over Tylers’ still sleeping form to set the food down on his desk before he shook the other man awake.

It took a few attempts but finally, the other man sat up with a yawn before he slowly took in his surroundings and it was only when the younger man seemingly came to his senses did Tyler suddenly stand, alert and scared as he took him in and the bedroom around him.

The next twenty minutes were spent trying to calm Tyler down, assuring him that he was alright and that his werewolf side had come to him during the storm last night to comfort him, something he was more than grateful for and it was a fact that he was eager to use to assure the still panicking man.

It was then another ten minutes before he got Tyler to start eating the food he had prepared and after a long chat that stretched well into the afternoon they agreed to carry on their relationship indefinitely, barely able to keep back his smile as he noted the joy that colored the other man’s face at the fact.

From that day it was like they were starting their relationship anew, meeting between classes at college to share brief, shy kisses and going on dates in the evening that left him flushed and with a bright smile on his face.

Only now that the truth was out and that Tyler knew he was okay with it, he let more of his instincts come through, even letting some of his more wolf-like components show when they were alone, and he was in a fit of anger or passion or even both.

From sharp canines that lightly pressed against his neck when they fucked to sharp claws that dug into his hips when another guy would try to talk to him, even if it was one of their close friends that Tyler had met countless times, but sometimes it worked in his favor as he could then goad the other man to try and fuck him in a stall somewhere under the premise that Tyler could get his scent on him to deter others, a fact that the man fell for every time.

The first couple of times he was unsure of the changes, but soon the feeling of sharp claws in his shoulder as he was dragged to the nearest ‘private’ area where his jeans were quickly stripped and those same claws were dug into the back of his thighs whilst he was pressed against a wall, leaning his head back with a moan as Tyler began to press into him, his teeth resting against his throat knowing that any movement could cut through his skin, soon had him craving those moments which only added to the thrill.

Today though, both of them were in his room and as usual their attempt at doing assignments had quickly derailed into trying to watch something on Netflix which had further derailed to the both of them currently making out on his bed, hands insistently pulling at his clothes as if trying to get them off by sheer force as those same hands moved their hips against the others to try and get any friction they could.

It was almost a blur how quickly they shed their clothes, his suffering a few tears from the other man’s forcefulness that he’ll chew Tyler out for later, but the feeling of a thick finger quickly pressing into him is enough to silence his protest with a shuddering moan.

Just as he was beginning to grind back against the finger he quickly felt a second one push into him, moaning at the growl he felt more than heard from Tyler who teeth were pressed against his throat as the other man set a quick pace of his fingers hitting his prostate that had him shaking below the other man, pleading for more.

The feeling of the younger man pulling his fingers out of him had him whining, gripping the other man’s shoulders in an effort to keep him fucking into him, but the teeth tightening against his throat was enough to silence him with a whimper, especially when in the next moment he felt Tyler begin to press the tip of his dick into him.

He’d always liked the slight pain that came from Tyler fucking him slightly unprepped and now that the other man had embraced his wolf side a little more, he was more than happy to oblige as he gave into his more primal instincts, letting out a small groan as the other man bottomed out inside of him.

Tyler then gave him a moment to adjust to the length inside him, a shaky breath left him as he tried to relax around the other man’s dick before he pulled the other man’s head from his neck so that he could press their lips together.

Their kiss started off somewhat animalistic, tongues quickly entwining and the teeth nipping at his bottom lip were sharp enough to draw blood, but as it went on it gradually took on a gentler note, with Tyler taking the time to slowly explore his mouth as he started to give a shallow thrust of his hips, causing him to let loose a small whimper into the other man’s mouth.

They parted then, the both of them taking deep breaths as they stared at each other, nothing but love on both of their faces as Tyler leaned down to kiss him again before he pulled away briefly to let out a shaky moan as the other man slowly began to slowly rock his hips into him, his low moan being cut off as the younger man leaned forward to press their lips together again.

After a handful of thrusts and when they had to part in order to take in deep breaths, Tyler started to increase the pace of his hips causing small whimpers and moans to fall from his lips as the other man slowly relinquished control so that he could begin to fuck into him with abandon, making sure to lean his head to the side to let the taller man suck and bite a dark mark onto his neck.

The constant hitting of his prostate quickly had him moaning in abandon, no longer caring about the noise he was making that he was sure his housemates could hear, not that Tyler cared to begin with as his housemates had made it quite clear their dislike of him, something that only encouraged the younger man to coax more noises from him as well as make the bed protest below them.

Speaking of, he then heard one of his housemates, Jeff, shouting out to him from the stairs, however, he was too far gone with Tyler brutally fucking into him to pay much mind to it, at least until the next shout was outside of his door, his ‘close’ proximity causing the man above him to react with a low growl aimed towards the door, meaning that he had to scramble to get a hold of any part of him that he could to keep him from pursuing his housemate.

“Ryan, I know you’re in, me and the guys are heading out later and want to know if you wanna come” He let out a small groan at the intrusion, keeping his arms held tight around Tylers’ shoulders as the other man’s growls at the door only got louder “C’mon Ryan, I got a guy lined up for you to meet, a real good guy, better than the douchewad you’re with now”

He let out a muttered curse as he quickly wrapped his legs around Tylers' waist in an effort to stop him moving off of the bed, pulling at the other man’s face a little to get him to look at him in an effort to keep him somewhat grounded, at least until his housemate shouted out again.

“Ryan, you’re missing out, you know you can do so much better than that dick and I know Craig would treat you right” He let out another curse this time as he felt Tyler begin to transform a little above him with a loud growl, his hands loosening around the other man as he got even taller and his chest bulk up further so that he was looming over him, and if it was possible Tyler began fucking into him even faster, causing him to let out a shrill keen which of course his housemate had to hear “Ry, you okay?”

He could only roll his eyes, letting out a strained groan as Tyler angled his hips slightly to thrust into him harder, his hands still trying to grasp at the other man who’s ears had since become that of a wolfs, pointed as they stuck out of his long hair whilst odd patches of dark hair, and even fur, began to sprout at odd patches across his body.

“ ‘m just-… just watching a movie” He just about got the words out, only able to let out shaky breaths as the air was constantly fucked out of him with every one of Tylers’ thrusts, sure now that he felt himself get even more full with each thrust.

“Can I come in? You don’t sound too good” He barely managed to move his hands around the other man’s neck to keep them pressed together as Tyler once again moved to try and attack his housemate, sharp canines visible as he let out a constant stream of growls, and if he wasn’t used to the sound he’s sure that he’d be frozen in fear at the sound.

“No! No, don’t come in” He doesn’t care just how suspicious that may sound, too focused on trying to get his boyfriend to not attack someone, no matter how much of a dick they were being.

“ ’kay fine, you coming out then? Promise Craig’s the best lay you’ll have, he’ll have you screaming the house down better than your current dick”

Despite seeming beyond the point of reason, this time it seemed as if Tyler understood what was said as he somehow managed to fuck even harder into him, causing him to let out a sharp cry as his prostate was hit relentlessly, only for his eyes to widen as he not only saw his boyfriend’s body get even larger but felt the other man’s dick get even bigger inside of him, stretching him impossibly wide as it increased in not only girth but length.

Soon the feeling became too much for him, the other man still fucking into him, even as his dick got bigger to the point he felt as if he was going to be split into two, only able to let out small wordless pleas and begs to stop.

He’s silently grateful for whatever human part of Tyler is left in him, the other man pausing his motions to instead nose and bite at his neck, now trying to do everything in his power to adjust to the length inside of him, unsure how long Tyler could keep still before his instincts took over again.

“Ryan, you sure you’re okay? Is Tyler in there with you now?” He let out a strained sigh, wondering if his housemate had some sort of death wish before that thought turned into an effort to relax as the Tyler quickly gave a testing thrust into him at the intrusion, thankful that his small plea to wait had the other man stilling inside of him again.

“Just go please, I’m gonna stay in tonight” He hoped that would be enough, that Jeff would simply leave to allow him to spend some time to try and calm Tyler down a little and spur him away from the wolf part of him that had apparently started to take over.

However, he wasn’t so lucky as his housemate once again interrupted the tense silence around them, sure that his friend was mere moments from opening his door and walking in on a scene he knew he wouldn’t be able to explain “Ryan, you su-“

He let out a small groan as the sound of his housemate’s concern had Tyler thrust into him again, a low growl in the base of the other man’s throat as he quickly started to pick up his pace, the only saving grace being the constant abuse of his prostate which allowed for pleasure to override the pain “Yeah, ple-please just go”

“I can come i-“

“Jeff, go, I’ll see you later” Apparently using the other man’s name was a bad move on his part as he heard a deep, threatening growl come from Tyler, the teeth at his neck tightening ever so slightly whilst his thrusts only got faster so that he lost any other thought but that of the man now fucking into him with reckless abandon.

All he could do was hold on to the taller man for dear life as he continued to thrust into him, his mouth open to let out a litany of moans and cries that only seemed to spur Tyler on, surprised that he could get even faster and harder with his movements into him that he’s sure was encouraged by the fact his housemate was still stood on the other side of his door and was trying to prove some sort of point.

Whatever competition Tyler had going on quickly had him on the edge of his orgasm, the harsh abuse of his prostate was enough to have him spiraling to the edge, at least until he felt something begin to tug at his rim with every thrust Tyler gave into him, something that stretched him open even further and that he could swear got bigger with every thrust.

He knew Tyler was far too into his own head now to pay much more attention to his surroundings, a more painful edge to his pleasure taking over now as what he was suspecting was Tylers’ knot, given his earlier extensive research of wolves, tugged harshly at his rim as it still grew with each thrust until it with a final thrust it was pushed fully into him, causing him to give a loud shout as the other man stilled his hips, now giving only shallow thrusts as he tried to drive them both to orgasm.

The feeling of a hand wrapping around his long-neglected dick quickly had him coming with a strangled shout of Tylers’ name, the other man easily stroking him through his orgasm whilst he picked up the pace of his shallow thrusts into him until finally he was coming as well, long ropes of come that had him shaking beneath the taller man.

However, it seemed that Tyler couldn’t stop coming, ropes and ropes of come leaving him that meant the other man still gave slow rolls of his hips in an effort to empty himself into him, any attempt he made to move had Tylers’ knot tug painfully at his rim, keeping them both locked together whilst the younger man rode out his orgasm.

He had long since reached the point of feeling full and yet the other man apparently had no end to the come leaking into him, the small nips at his throat turned into soft kisses that moved to press against his jaw and finally to his lips until the other man carefully turned them over so that he was now laying on top of Tyler, wincing a little at the slight tug on his rim from the knot still keeping them tied.

Whilst it was definitely new to him and a part of him was still unsure of the mechanics, he knew that he’d have to have another talk with the man below him when he came back to his senses.

Whilst he didn’t truly understand it himself, it was definitely something he wanted to try again, the feeling of Tylers’ even larger dick fucking into him and the fact that he was still coming now with the knot keeping it all in him and keeping them tied was something that he wanted to experiment with in the future, even if he had to make the other man jealous to do so again.

With that thought he ground his hips a little back against Tyler, letting out a small hum as he felt the other man’s dick twitch inside of him before he felt a stronger rope of come released into him, finally settling down against Tylers’ chest with a contented sigh, whilst he occasionally ground his hips down to try and coax as much come as he could from the other man whilst Tyler practically purred below him.

Being with a werewolf definitely had its perks.

[bandblogging]

I thought you were okay with this (Josh Dun Imagine)

Requested: jup yay, anonymous asked: Reader is Tyler’s sister and josh and the reader have been dating for a while and Tyler wasn’t okay with it at first but he’s better now and one day josh and the reader do something Tyler doesn’t approve of (hickies, pda [smut or no smut idc]) and Tyler gets angry and then josh is angry and everybody’s angry but then it’s nice in the end              

Words: 2.9k

Warning: Swearing, small amount of things of sexual nature

Sum.: Request + you went to an award show with Josh and your brother, after the night ended with another "award" for Josh, Tyler is pissed at finding you covered in hickeys and such

A/N: I hope this is what the Anon in mind :), please let me know if this was smutty enough or if you wanted more, also in general please tell me how smutty I should/could go                                                                      

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Award shows had always been a tricky thing for you. You were invited along most times, Josh's plus one. And even though you didn't enjoy all the attention sometimes it felt good to get all dressed up and feel extra good about yourself. This time was no different. You had sat out the last two award shows and Josh had begged you to join them this time. You glanced one last time at yourself in the full length mirror that was hung up on the wall. Your floor length dress was a beautiful shade of dark blue that matched perfectly with Josh's suit jacket. "Ready?", Josh snaked an arm around your waist and smiled at you through the mirror. You nodded and turn towards him to press a kiss to his cheek.

You entered the car, closely followed by Josh who immediately sat on your dress. "You're going to make it wrinkly", you whined and slapped his shoulder before trying to pull it out from underneath him. His laughter roared through the car and he tried to stand up awkwardly to help you out. "Thanks", you muttered under your breath. When you were both properly seated Josh's hand grabbed yours and squeezed it slightly. You saw him smiling out of the corner of your eye but you knew this gesture. "It's fine Josh! They love you, you are going to win this damn award and I am one hundred thousand percent sure of that. You two worked so hard on this and it will pay off!", you spoke in a quiet and loving tone while squeezing his hand back. "You know me to well", a little chuckle left his mouth and he shook his head with a grin on his lips. You continued the rest of the car ride with only small talk trying to keep his mind of the imminent award show. But as soon as the car stopped you could feel his breathing speed up, a clear sign that he dreaded what was going to happen next. You knew exactly what situation was waiting for you out there, hundreds of paparazzi waiting to get their perfect picture of him and you, millions of questions and commands being thrown at you. Tyler and Jenna were a few cars behind you and so you were the first of the duo to arrive, to get bombarded by all the attention. You squeezed Josh's hand a last time and then let go of it. "Let's go Josh, let's get it behind us", you shuffled a little to be able to get out behind him in a few seconds. The door opened and your ears were filled with screams and yells. Josh left the car but leaned towards it with his right side, offering you his hand to hold while getting out. You got out of the car without stumbling and smiled at Josh before turning towards the screams. The next twenty minutes were going agonizingly slow but also were overwhelming. No matter how many times your boys had stood on the red carpet and no matter how many times you had done it, it would never stop to terrify and excite you at the same time. The blood was rushing through your veins and when you finally reached the private room for you all, adrenaline was still filling you. The smile dropped from you face trying to relax it a little, knowing your face would be stuck with a smile on it for the rest of the evening anyway. Josh sat down on the couch and sighed loudly. Tyler followed suit and threw his head back onto the headrest. Jenna appeared next to you and pulled you into a tight hug. "You look beautiful ", she whispered in your ear and smiled at you widely when she pulled back. "Oh yeah, says Mrs. Gorgeous over here", you laughed.

A few hours later there was only one category left before the one the boys were nominated in was being awarded. You took a sip of your water and felt Josh tense up next to you when the current winner went off the stage. He had one hand placed on you leg and he was tapping his fingers in a wild rhythm you didn't recognize. Tyler was sitting on your left side and kept glancing over at you and Josh but his head turned towards the stage when their category was called out. Both had their eyes fixed on the host and the tension at your table could have been cut with a knife. "And the winner is...", the voice that came out of the speakers made a dramatic pause and you held your breath in anticipation,"Twenty One Pilots" In a matter of milliseconds the boys jumped out of their seats just for Jenna and you to follow suit. You hugged Josh and kissed him quickly, congratulating him while doing so. When you turned around Tyler was already pulling you into a tight hug. "I am so unbelievably proud of you big bro", you hugged back tightly but pulled away quickly to let him walk towards the stage. While accepting the award their speech may or may not have caused you to cry a few tears of joy and pride. Jenna and you were standing with an arm around each other listening intently to what they were saying.

The rest of the award show went by in a flash and just like predicted a smile never left your face for the rest of the night. Your hand was intertwined with Josh's when you left the building on your way to the car. Tyler had reserved a table for all of you at a restaurant and so now you were trying to stuff four people in one car. Getting out of it at the restaurant was even more difficult then getting in which ended in a laughing fit of you and Jenna watching the boys trying to leave.

The table was out of the way of the others which provided a nice bit of privacy to you all. During the meal you felt Tyler's eyes on you whenever you and Josh would kiss each other quickly. You knew he wasn't a fan of PDA but on this night you were happy and proud which meant you just couldn't keep yourself away from Josh.

Even though Tyler had invited you to theirs for a celebratory drink Josh had quickly denied saying he felt a headache approach and that you would celebrate bigger at a later date. The drive back was silent, you were still trying to come down from the high that the night had put you on. When the car stopped at your shared apartment, Josh quickly payed the driver before grabbing your hand and pulling you outside the car towards him. You stumbled a little but tried to follow him as quickly as you could. He closed the door behind you and before you could even take your shoes of he had pushed you against it. "I thought you had a headache", you raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. As soon as he had met your eyes at that moment you had seen through his lie. "Not really, well it's not my actual head that is throbbing", his voice had deepened and it made a shiver run down your back. Your mouth fell open and you shook your head. "Josh!", you tried to sound shocked and slapped his shoulder playfully. "Sorry, you're just looking extra good tonight", he stepped a little closer and his mouth immediately found that little spot on your neck that made you melt. A moan fell from your mouth and your head automatically rolled to the side to give him more access. "I don't condone lying to my brother", he interrupted your sentence by kissing your neck again. You squeaked before continuing, "oh fuck it.". Your hands had previously rested on Josh's chest but were now eagerly pulling off his suit jacket. "Bedroom?", his voice sounded more like a growl by now and you nodded quickly.  

The bedroom door hadn't even closed when you felt the zipper of your dress being pulled down. As soon as your dress fell to the ground you were covered with kisses. You stepped out of your dress and got rid of your shoes. Your hands roamed Josh's chest, opening button after button agonizingly slow. He growled and opened your bra from the back while you tried to remove his dress shirt.

Moans, growls and screams filled the room for a while until you were laying next to each other panting and trying to catch your breath. "Fuck that was... Wow", you had to breath heavily in between. Josh chuckled at your words and pressed a kiss to your sweaty temple. You curled up slightly and snuggled into his side. His arm held you in place and you heard him slightly snoring in a matter of minutes, it didn't take you long to follow suit.

A sunbeam was shining directly in your face and woke you up. You rubbed you eyes and saw Josh lying next to you still asleep. Your stomach growled and so you slowly got up, trying to not disturb the sleeping man next to you. From the bedroom floor you picked up the pair of panties and Josh's dress shirt from the night before. You quickly pulled them on, only buttoning a few of the buttons of Josh's shirt. The tiled floor felt cold underneath your bare feet when you walked into the kitchen. Pancakes were probably the easiest to whip up on the spot especially since Josh loved them. You had finished cooking around half the batch when Josh hugged you from behind and pressed a kiss to your neck. "Morning babe", you could feel him smile against your skin when he stole a pancake and sat down at the breakfast bar next to the stove. "Morning to you too", you laughed and slid the syrup over the table towards him. Just when you returned to the stove the bell rang, indicating that someone was at the front door. "Use a plate", you said towards Josh while walking out of the kitchen and towards the door.

You pulled it open only a little, aware that you were only half dressed. "Tyler, hi", the awkward tone of your voice made you cringe at yourself. "Josh up yet?", he pushed open the door a little and stepped inside. "Kitchen", you said and hoped that he would walk straight past you giving yourself enough time to race to your bedroom and get dressed. He took a few steps down the hallway and then turned around towards you. "Y/N... What in the world are you wearing? ", he held a hand in front of his eyes and suddenly you were hyper aware of what you were looking like. You closed the door quickly and stepped towards him. "I'm just gonna change alright?", you said through gritted teeth and pushed past him. You knew the comments he would make, the guilt he would make you feel. You changed as quickly as you could but when you left your bedroom you could already hear him shouting at Josh, "She's my little sister Josh! What the fuck are you doing to her." "Tyler fucking hell we've been together for years by now when will you let it go", Josh sounded irritated and annoyed. You entered the room, walking towards the stove and turning it off, having lost your appetite for pancakes. "Doesn't make it any better that you are fucking the shit out of my sister", you could swear that he even made regurgitating sounds after his comment. "I thought you were finally okay with this.",you didn't have the strength anymore to scream over this.

You had done it too many times, you could still remember all the times this argument had come up like they were just yesterday. You and Josh had been dating for over two years by now and in the beginning it was incredibly difficult for Tyler to accept it. You had kept it a secret from him for a while, wanting to figure out if you two would work out together before breaking it to him but it only made him feel lied to. He wasn't okay with you dating his best friend, his band mate. He worried that if things didn't work out it would get too awkward with you being family and so being still involved with the band one way or another. He also worried that you would get hurt, not intentionally of course, but he knew from first hand experience that touring and having a significant other was difficult. All the long times away, only phone talks and having to worry for somebody halfway across the world was hard and painful at times. You used to fight about this a lot, at some point your were close to giving up and ending your relationship with Josh, but he always convinced you otherwise. It had been two years and even though it was hard at times you fought through it, you felt like it made your relationship even stronger. After a year of you and Josh dating Tyler had calmed down and even if he wasn't fully happy with it yet he had accepted the situation. Sometimes there were some snarky remarks but for the most part he didn't say anything and was even happy when he saw you two together happily. Sadly his yell interrupted your thought and pulled you back into the present. "She is covered in hickeys and scratches, are you an Animal?", you saw Tyler pointing a finger at you. You hadn't looked into a mirror yet but you believed him straight away. Josh wasn't looking much better anyway, thankfully Tyler couldn't see his back from where he was standing. "Fuck you Tyler!", you spat back at him and slapped his pointed finger. "You and Jenna aren't much better, I've seen her after a night with you and she does not look any different. You aren't innocent either.", your tone was cold and stern. "But you're my little sister and he is my best friends, that just disgusting. You're both like family", he shook his head and you couldn't tell if it was disappointment or anger in his eyes. "But we aren't! We aren't relate, he treats me very well and goddammit yes Tyler we have sex just like you and most other people in this world. You barged in here this morning, we didn't want you to see it. We don't want to taunt you with it, but you have to accept it", all anger left your body and the only thing you felt was sadness and disappointment. "And I ask you to leave if you want to talk this shit. Just get over it and accept us", your voice broke slightly towards the end and you had to bite your lip to stop it quivering. You walked to the front door in a fast pace and opened it widely, looking at Tyler and pointing towards it. "I love you but we don't want you here if you're going to act this way", Tyler slowly moved towards the door and looked at you with a sorry expression before walking out the door. At least he knew when to leave.

When the door closed you felt arms wrap around you and a kiss pressed to your head. "You know that he will be standing on the door step in a couple of hours to apologize right?", Josh had dropped his head on your shoulder and whispered into your ear. You slowly nodded. It's what he always did, always promises for it to have been the last time, that he would be okay with it now. And you would accept, obviously, family was one of the most important thing in your life.

It took a day this time for him to come back. The door bell rang, Josh had left the house earlier to go to the gym and so you were lounging in just some sweats on the couch. When you opened the door the look on his face could have said it all. "I'm sorry Y/N", he moved inside and took his shoes of. "I know I said the last time that I would be okay with it and I kind of was but yesterday I don't know. I guess it just rubbed me the wrong way.", he followed you into the living room and sat down next to you. "I should be the bigger one in this situation, I am the older one but I am just worried. I trust you two completely, sometimes I just...", he sighed and placed his head into his hands. "I am genuinely sorry for what I said yesterday and how I reacted. I was wrong, I want to try and keep my mouth shut if it should bother me again. I don't want to think about you two...you know doing that but please promise me to be safe", his cheeks had turned pinkish when he looked up and you could feel the awkward tension between you two. "It's okay Tyler. We are safe, in all ways. Josh is probably as good as a boyfriend could get, so please don't worry about us, he won't get rid of me that quickly.", you chuckled sightly and leaned on Tyler. "But you need to promise me to keep your thoughts about those concerns to yourself and let us be, please!", you sounded tired and almost defeated. "I promise, I promise on my spot as the favorite Joseph!", he wrapped his arms around you and you could feel his laugh roaring through your body. You shook your head and laughed with him, hopefully this would be last of theses conversations.

[creativity-imagines]

Shape of You - Ed Sheeran

Word Count: 2054

Requested: By Anon

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warning: Smut

 A/N: I’m sorry if this sucks but I have never done anything like this before. Let me know if you guys like it. I’m also not using all the lyrics. I also got a bit carried away, let me know if there should be a part 2??

 The club isn’t the best place to find a lover

So the bar is where I go

 You walk into your local bar with your friends ready for a good night. You heard that a semi famous band are playing tonight but you haven’t heard what their name is. Your friends and you set yourself up in a little booth close to the stage. Two of your friends, Taylor and Ruby, head off to the bar to get drinks for all of you. While you wait for your other friends to come back you sit with the other friend, Michone.

“I wonder who is playing tonight.” I say to Michone.

“Yeah I hope they are good.” She said back.

You look over at the stage to see a man setting up the stage for the performer. It was just a local man playing with his guitar. Michone and I sit there listening to the sweet tone.

 Taylor and Ruby come back to the table with some shots.

 “Shots!” They yell.

You grab one and swallow it straight away.

 Me and my friends at the table doing shots

Drinking fast and then we talk slow

 The man on the stage finishes his last song and the club start to play their songs when you finish your 4th shot feeling a bit tipsy. Your friends head to the dancefloor and ask if you want to join.

“I’ll be there in a second.” You answer.

You walk up to the bar and sit on the stool. Striking a little conversation with the bar tender. You feel someone sit next to you on the stool.

 Come over and start up a conversation with just me

And trust me I’ll give it a chance now

 “What’s a lovely lady doing at the bar all alone?” The man asks.

You turn your head around to be met with no other than the famous Joshua Dun. Man he looks good up this close.

“Y-your Josh Dun.” You say, stuttering a little.

“Sure am, are you a fan? What’s your name?” He asks with his squinty smile.

“My name is Y/N and I am a huge fan, you guys helped me through so much so thank you.” You say honestly.

“Well that means a lot. Do you want to dance, Y/N?” He asks you.

“I’d love to, uh I mean sure.”

You both get up and head to the dance floor.

                 And then we start to dance, and now I’m singing like.

               Girl, you know I want your love

               Your love was handmade for somebody like me

 You start dancing with Josh and he spins you around so your back is against him. You start to move against his body feeling the music. You start to sing along enjoying this moment. You turn back around to face him and you grab the back of his neck and dance with him. A few songs later and your friends come over to you.

 Come on now, follow my lead

I may be crazy, don’t mind me

 “Hey, Y/N we are heading off. Are you coming?” Ruby asks.

“Um.” You say while looking over at Josh.

“No it’s okay, I got her.” Josh answered.

Michone gives you a look to say ‘holy crap that’s Joshua Dun’. You nod at her and smile widely. After they left Josh turned to you.

“I would love to get to know you more Y/N. Do you want to come back to mine to hang?” He asks.

“Sure. I would love to get to know you too. You aren’t going to kill me are you?”

“No. Definitely not. I promise.” He laughs.

“Okay. Well let’s go.”

He smiles and grabs your hand taking you outside and to his car. The ride to his house was full of laughter and stories.

“And she turned around to me and yelled right in my face and spit went everywhere. It was so gross.” Josh was telling you a story.

“Man that’s so bad.” You say while laughing.

Josh moves his hand over to your thigh and laughs. You look at his hand and blush. You guys make it back to his house and enter.

“Wow, what an amazing place you have here. Do you share it with anyone?” You ask.

“No, it’s just me living here. Gets a bit lonely sometimes. I know that’s weird to say because normally Tyler is over.” He answers.

“You and Tyler have sleepovers? That’s so cute.”

“Shut up.” He said while blushing.

We walk into his room.

“Man this drum kit is amazing, where’d you get it from?” You ask.

“I got it ages ago from a local music store. What, are you into drumming too?” Josh said.

“Oh, a little bit. I’m not that good at it.” You answer.

“Have a go.” He said.

You think about it for a little bit. You don’t see the problem with it. You walk around the drum kit and sit down. You grab his drum sticks and look up at him.

“Have any songs in mind?” You ask Josh.

“Uhh, do you know how to play any of our songs?” He asks.

“Yeah I know all of them except for Fairly Local. I’ve been stuck on that one for a while.” You say.

“Okay why not The Judge.”

You spun one of the drum sticks around your finger and started the beat of The Judge. You knew this was one of Josh’s favourite songs from Blurryface so you knew you couldn’t screw it up in front of him. You continue for a while closing your eyes while hitting the drums.

This was one of the things you did that calmed you down. You were also told that you were good at singing but you didn’t believe them. You thought you’d give it a go though so you started to sing the chorus of the song. After a while you thought you should stop. You opened your eyes to look at Josh. He was staring at you with his mouth wide open.

“Sorry I guess I got a little into it.”

“No, don’t say sorry that was amazing. Do you know how good you are both drums and singing?”

“Oh I guess I’m not that bad.”

He walked around to you and grabbed your shoulders to stand you up. You were really close to your idol.

“You are really talented Y/N. Believe in yourself.” He whispers.

He looks down at your lips and breaths in harshly. You look at his eyes and bite your lip.

“Y/N please don’t do that.” He said while running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“What do you me-“You were cut off by his lovely lips meeting yours.

He takes control of the kiss and it gets heated. He pushes you against the wall

 Say, boy, let’s not talk too much

Grab on my waist and put that body on me

Come on now, follow my lead

 He grabs your waist and continues to kiss you like tonight’s the last time he’ll be able to see you. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his torso. He spins around and walks you to his bed and places you down, not breaking contact at all. He runs his hands along your side really gently. You grab his hand and place it on your boob. He breaks away from the kiss.

“Y/N this was definitely not my intention. I really just wanted to get to know you more.” He softly said.

This is why everyone loved Josh. All his fans knew he was a lovely, calm and gentle man. You loved that he was so gentle but when it came to his drums he went all out with all of his passion for his fans. He loved his fans with all his heart. So did Tyler and you knew that.

“Josh. Please I want this. Trust me, you don’t know what I felt watching videos of you drumming or watching you at concerts doing what you love. It drove me insane.” You say.

He looked down at you. He smiled and leant back down. He lightly kissed your lips and moved to your neck to kiss and nibble at it. You moved your head to the side so he could get better access. He placed his hand back on your boob squeezing it. You arch your back.

He slips both hands down to your hem and slides it up. You lift your upper body up so he could slip the shirt off you. You are in a sitting position and Josh leans over and kisses you hard. He grabs one of your cheeks and holds it. You wrap your hand around to his hair and lightly pull at it. He uses one hand to unclasp your bra. He slides it off your shoulders. He starts to pinch your nipple.

“Josh.” You moan into his mouth.

You grab his shirt and rip it off him.

 I’m in love with the shape of you

We push and pull like a magnet do

Although my heart is falling too

I’m in love with your body

 He grabs your pants and yanks them down. He sits up a little and looks at your underwear. It was your favourite lingerie and by the look on Josh’s face he liked it too. You saw him look over to where he threw your clothes and saw that your bra matched it.

“Holy fuck.” He whispered but you heard it.

He slid them off your legs and crawled up your body to be face to face with you. You wrap your legs around his torso to pull him closer to you. You lean down to take his pants and boxers off him. You look into his eyes.

“Y/N we really don’t have to do this. We can just go back to talking. I’m really starting to like you. I just want to get to know you.”

You kiss him to let him know you want this.  He grabs your face and kisses you harder. He runs his tongue on your bottom lip asking, begging for permission to play with your own tongue. You allow him to. He slides his finger down your side making you shiver. He grabs your waist with one hand and the other is still on your face.

“You aren’t a virgin, are you? Not that being a virgin is a problem it’s just I don’t want to rush you into anything.”

“No Josh I am not. Are you though?”

“Nope.”

“Mm, good.” You say while going back to kissing him.

He quickly leans over to open his bedside table. He gets out a condom and slips it on.

“You ready?”

“Yes, Josh.”

He pushes into you making sure you’re always okay. He moves in and out.

“Josh, please go faster.”

He listens to you and moves at a faster pace. Kissing your neck and leaning on his arm above your head.

“You know you are absolutely gorgeous.” Josh said.

“Josh.” You moan.

“This isn’t just it for us either, I want to see you after this.”

“Can we talk later?” You say.

You grind against his dick and he groans. You roll Josh over so you’re on top of him. You flip your hair to one side and lean down to kiss him, bouncing on top of him.

You hear his little pants and swear words. You move faster while moving your hips back and forth.

“Princess I’m close.” He said.

“Me too.”

You start to feel it build in your stomach. About to bubble over. You looked into his eyes and you could tell he was about to hit his edge. You moved at the same speed and then it hits you. You grab the bedsheets next to Josh’s face and squeeze it while moaning. You slow down but still move to help Josh get to his high and his follows shortly after yours. You roll next to him and lean against his chest.

“Y/N I wasn’t just using you. I really do want to see you and not just in my bed, although I wouldn’t mind doing this again. But only if you want to.”

“Josh, I’d love to see you again. You’re lovely to be around already.” You say while snuggling up to him.

“Good.”

[imagine-hockey]

Rookie - Dylan Larkin

Requested by anon: ok pleaseeee write a dylan larkin smut where he gets jealous of if you don’t do smut just make it him getting really jealous ?!?!?

Word Count: 1630 Team: Detroit Red Wings Warnings: Cussing, anger, jealousy

Two in only a few hours?! Whaaaat? So, I don’t really write smut, sorry anon, but I had a lot of fun with this one, so thank you! I wanted to make this unique and I haven’t seen many about the All-Star Weekends (And I was just watching All-Star Weekend videos so that was the inspiration) but I really love this one and I hope you all do too! ((ALSO, I wanted to use a gif from the weekend but it was over a year ago and I love this one too much because his smile even though it’s not really a smiley imagine, so sorry not sorry)). (((And SURPRISE, extra player mentioned yeee))).

“Babe, which tie should I wear today?” you heard from the room as you put on your makeup in the bathroom. You were both getting ready for a long first day at the NHL All-Stars Weekend in Nashville. You knew that Dylan was excited but also extremely nervous. You walked out to look at the selection of ties that he had brought along.

“With that suit, the red tie looks the best,” you said with a smile. A nervous look crossed his face as he placed the tie next to the jacket. When he noticed how good it looked, he began to relax a little.

“Thank you Y/N. What would I do without you?” he asked wrapping an arm around your hip and kissing your cheek lightly.

“You definitely wouldn’t match, that’s for sure!” you chirped at him. He laughed but let you go back to your makeup in the bathroom.

“You’re probably not wrong though,” he agreed with you. But something was wrong. The nerves in his voice were obvious. You set down your mascara and poked your head into the room again.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” you asked gently. He was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. He looked up at you, his brows furrowed together.

“What if the other guys don’t like me? I’m one of the youngest guys and the only one from Detroit. What if they all look down on me?” The worry in his voice broke your heart as you walked over to sit next to him.

“Dyl, everyone is going to love you. You are going to blow everyone away. I mean, who wouldn’t like you? You’re incredibly sweet and faster than everyone here. You’re going to be great now finish getting ready so you can walk that red carpet!” You gave him your most encouraging smile before kissing his cheek and going to finish getting yourself ready.

“Well hello there. What is a beautiful woman like you doing over here all alone?” a voice behind you asked. You pulled your gaze away from Dylan and saw an extremely attractive Tyler Seguin approaching you. You had heard stories about Tyler and his flirtatious ways. You looked at him with a polite smile.

“Just waiting for Dylan,” you said nodding in his direction. “They wouldn’t let wives or girlfriends walk with the boys, so I told him I would wait for him at the end of the carpet.”

Tyler nodded understandingly, the attempted seductive smirk had disappeared and in its place, was a softer smile. “Yeah, I never understood that rule. Us guys always want to show off the ladies we have on our arms. And I’m positive that Larkin would have loved to show you off. You look stunning tonight.”

You felt your cheeks heat up slightly as you looked down at your feet. “Well thank you Tyler.”

“Ah so you already knew me. But I never caught your name?” he smirked slightly with pride. You laughed at his inflating ego.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N. Of course, I know about the famous Tyler Seguin. Trust me, I’ve heard a lot of stories,” you answered. Tyler laughed and placed a hand lightly on your shoulder. His touch wasn’t uncomfortable at all and you already felt comfortable around Tyler.

“Wow Dylan sure is lucky. Beautiful and witty? Damn.” You laughed at him, letting your eyes wander back to Dylan. He looked a lot more stoic than before, the excited smile gone from his face.

“I feel like I’m the lucky one. Dylan is incredible. I’m just worried about him I guess,” you replied, turning back to Tyler. He looked at you with a confused look.

“Why are you worried?” he asked with concern.

“Well, he’s worried that nobody will like him. And I think it’s getting to him again. I told him he had nothing to worry about, but I don’t know what he’s thinking now.” When Tyler heard this, he started to chuckle. You looked at him questioningly. “What’s so funny?”

“He has nothing to worry about! Everybody is itching to meet him! Including myself to be completely honest. I mean, who doesn’t want to meet the only rookie at the game this year?” Hearing that, you began to relax a little. Dylan would be fine, and would be sought after by all the other players.

“Thank you, it means a lot to hear that. I know you guys are in different conferences, but could you make sure that he’s okay this weekend?” You were a little hesitant to ask, but you felt like Tyler would be someone that could watch over your boy.

“Yeah of course! I remember being a rookie at my first All-Star game, I understand the nerves.” He smiled sweetly at you and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Seriously, thank you. Oh, I think he’s almost done,” you noted as you saw Dylan much closer to you than before.

“Well, then that is my cue to leave. Glad I could keep you company Y/N. I’m sure I’ll see you later this weekend,” Tyler replied. He turned to leave, but you quickly wrapped your arms around him.

“I can’t thank you enough Tyler. I will see you soon,” you said before letting Tyler walk off. You turned to watch as Dylan finished up his last interview. As he walked over, you opened your arms to him. “You did it love! You survived the red carpet!”

He quickly hugged you, but the expression on his face worried you. He showed no emotion as he grabbed your hand and guided you into the nearby convention center. He looked around and led the both of you into an empty room. When you both stopped, you looked up at him, confused.

“Dylan, what’s going on?” you asked quietly. He was obviously furious, it was written all over his face.

“What the hell were you doing?” he asked with a fire behind his voice. You took a step back from him.

“What the hell are you talking about? I was waiting for you.” You could see his frustration building.

“By talking to Tyler fucking Seguin of all people? You know what he’s like, Y/N.” You now understood what was bugging him so much. Did he really think that you would flirt with Tyler?

“We were just chatting, thank you very much. He was keeping me company while I waited for you,” you retaliated. You could feel a burning rising within you as his eyes scanned your now angry face.

“Oh, just chatting about what? Going back to his room at the end of the night? I thought I could trust you Y/N,” he spat. You glared at him in shock.

“You can trust me. And as a matter of fact, we were talking about you pretty much the whole fucking time. But you have to let your jealousy blind you to the fact that I can have a civil and friendly conversation with another player without it being flirtatious. As soon as he knew I was here with you, he was nothing but classy and kind.” You couldn’t believe Dylan. The whole conversation was infuriating and all you could think about was smacking him.

“You did? I just thought…” he began, but your anger got the best of you and you cut him off.

“No, you assumed. I can’t believe you even thought to question my trust. You know that I love you and only you. And just so you know, I asked Tyler to look out for you. Because I’m worried. He knows what it’s like to be in your position and dammit I’m glad that of all guys, he was the one to approach me. But I hope you have a better night without me,” you snapped. You were done. You spun on your heel and began to walk out of the room, but a hand around your wrist prevented you from going. The silence was tense, but eventually you heard a small sniffle come from behind you. Slowly you turned around to see silent tears slowly streaming down Dylan’s face.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You’re right. I let my jealousy blind me and I assumed things. But I know you’re a strong woman and would never leave. But I can’t believe you would ask Tyler Seguin to look out for me. That means more to me than you could ever know. Please, don’t go. I need you tonight. I wouldn’t be here without you.” He was pleading at this point. Your face had softened but you walked back to him. “Please.”

Without saying a word, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close to you. Dylan responded by wrapping his arms around you and burying his head into your neck. You could feel his warm breath as you held him tightly.

“It’s okay Dylan,” you whispered. “Just please trust me next time.”

He nodded into your neck and pressed his lips lightly to the bare skin. He pulled back and smiled slightly. You reached up and dried under his eyes before holding the sides of his face in your hands.

“I love you Y/N. And I always will,” he said lightly. You brought his face to yours and pressed your lips together. The kiss was soft and sweet as you reassured him. You pulled back and looked into his light eyes.

“I love you two Dylan.” You smiled at one another for a second before Dylan nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

“So, could you maybe introduce me to Tyler? It would be nice to meet the guy who is supposed to be my new friend for the weekend,” he joked. All you could do was laugh and drag him out of the room to find your new friend.

[carey-pricemas]

Updated Queue!

Happy Wednesday! I hope your day is good loves!!! Here’s this weeks updated queue!!! Got a couple of notes to make!

One: Check out @backstrombabe65​ for more imagines!!! I hear they’ve got an Andre one coming out soon!!! ;)

Two: For my anon who wants So Wrong’s sequel sooner... unfortunately I can’t. So many people have requested and it’s not fair to skip the line on them who’ve been waiting so patiently. I’m so sorry boo :(

Three: YO! I need help... I have someone trying to find an imagine and I can’t find it so here  you guys go-  Help me find a lost imagine please! It's was an Austin one where he is trying to hide from his teammates in a coffee shop. So he sits with this girl and she starts reading her book to him and it gets super hot. Thanks a million!- HELP SOME BOOS OUT!!!

Ok I think that’s all! So here’s your queue!

 Today-    Jakob Chychrun- smut

              Connor McDavid- Soon part 2

Thursday 5/25- Auston Matthews- accidentally stands up angst

              Maple Leafs Rookie of choice (probably Connor Brown or Zach Hyman)- mother of group

              Sidney Crosby- angst about age difference

Friday 5/26- Carter Hart- gets injured during the game

  ��           William Nylander- shower smut/cute

              Andre Burakovsky- cooking

Saturday 5/27- Tyler Seguin- protective dogs of pregnancy

              FREDDIE Andersen- Mitch’s older sister

              Charlie McAvoy- jealous of Seggy

Sunday 5/28- Auston Matthews- Mitch embarrasses him

              Matt Murray- post Stanley cup smut

              Auston Matthews- song written about you

Monday 5/29- Andre Burakovsky- broken ribs

              Sidney Crosby- smut challenge

              Jakob Chychrun- arguing over your work meetings in Cali

Tuesday 5/30- Andre Burakovsky- Close as Strangers by 5 Seconds of Summer

              Rich Clune- smut

              Connor Brown- playoff beard

Wednesday 5/31- Carter Hart- tries cheesy pickup lines

              Tyler Seguin- smut

              William Nylander- I love you while drunk

Thursday 6/1- Alex Wennberg- plane crash

              JJ Piccinich- last home game win fluff/smut

              Jakub Vrana- fluffy free reign

Friday 6/2- Downtown Connor Brown- meet and greet and surprised you like him

              Jonathan Toews- smut

              Matthew Tkachuk- you have a stutter

Saturday 6/3- Freddie Andersen- playoffs

           Andre Burakovsky- 21st bday jealousy fluff/smut

           Connor Murphy- talking about the future

Sunday 6/4- Matthew Tkachuk- falls asleep with baby bro fluff

              Morgan Rielly- smut being caught

              Alex Nylander- friend breakup worries

Monday 6/5- Sidney Crosby- teen son from previous relationship

              William Nylander- doesn’t know you’re a virgin

              Jimmy Vesey- friends set you up

Tuesday 6/6- Jakob Forsbacka Karlsson- fluff free reign

              Chris Kreider- smut

              Mitch Marner- insecure about love

Wednesday 6/7- Auston Matthews- grumpy after playing the Stars

              Freddie Andersen- smut

              William Nylander- playoff beard

Thursday 6/8- Downtown Connor Brown- playoff beard

              Alex Wennberg- super smutty XD

              Jordie Benn- expecting first child

Friday 6/9- Charlie McAvoy- free reign

              Morgan Rielly- smut

              Sebastian Aho- team finds out about you through Instagram

Saturday 6/10- Brady Skjei- makes her sing for him

              Martin Jones- free rein

              Alex Wennberg- nervous about telling him youre pregnant

Sunday 6/11- Brendan Gallagher- wearing a Chucky jersey

              Connor McDavid- Family is Sabres fans

              Tom Wilson- The first time again part 2

Monday 6/12- Matt Martin- jealous

              Kasperi Kapanen- celebration smut

              Auston Matthews- jealous of basketball team

Tuesday 6/13- Jakob Chychrun- boys and girls club

              Kasperi Kapanen- smut someone overhears you

              Martin Jones/Sidney Crosby- Skin by Rihanna

Wednesday 6/14- Derick Brassard- pregnant during playoffs

              Brendan Gallagher- calm down (wink wink) during playoffs XD

              Any Rangers player- John Green quote

Thursday 6/15- Andre Burakovsky- friends with Patrick Kane

              Andre Burakovsky- protective from man in bar (no one knows)

              Morgan Rielly- large age gap

Friday 6/16- AJ Greer- Beach volleyball for team Canada

              Colton Parayko- doesn’t know you speak English

              Mitch Marner- Sees self harm scars

Saturday 6/17- Auston Matthews- both busy but make it to sons game

              Auston Matthews- smut doesn’t like Dylan

            Carter Hart- A million reasons by Lady Gaga

Sunday 6/18- Mikkeal Boedker- run into each other at grocery store

              Alex Galchenyuk- smut same circles but never met

              Jeff Skinner/Justin Faulk- harassed/assaulted and they save you

Monday 6/19- Connor McDavid/Mitch Marner- Late Late show about song

              Austin Matthews- jealousy birthday smut

              Any Caps player- political law firm but then player gets traded

Tuesday 6/20- Zach Hyman- proposes through book

              Brady Skjei- celebration smut

              Matthew Tkachuk- Secret Love song by Little Mix

Wednesday 6/21- Mitch Marner- messes up Valentines day

              William Nylander- car smut

              Any player- your teenage son is gay and introducing you to first boyfriend

Thursday 6/22- Jacob Trouba- Part 2 of Walk in the Park

              Andre Burakovsky- broke up and reunited at Casino night smut

              Auston Matthews- African dancer and he gets jealous

Friday 6/23- Kasperi Kapanen- tutoring him in college

              Morgan Rielly- fluffy/smutty

              Auston Matthews- teammate finds sex toys (ropes)

Saturday 6/24- Morgan Rielly- one of the guys Morgan’s overprotective and jealous

              Artemi Panarin- tired of being called cute smut

              Morgan Rielly- escape Leafs event and find each other

Sunday 6/25- Dmytro Timashov- watch scary movies

              Artemi Panarin- love the sounds  you make smut

              Alex Galchenyuk- Chasing Ghosts by Against the Current

Monday 6/26- Morgan Rielly- fluffy/smutty

              William Nylander- first time smut

              Sidney Crosby- damsel in distress

Tuesday 6/27- Taylor Hall- transition from Edmonton to NJ

              Rasmus Ristolainen- fluff

              Auston Matthews- yeast infection and dr visit

Wednesday 6/28- Leon Draisaitl- getting ejected during A PLAYOFF GAME

              Oliver Ekman-Larsson- love at first sight

              Alec Martinez- Cinco de Mayo festivities

Thursday 6/29- Auston Matthews- tired and clingy

              Jordie Benn- wants to be a family with you and daughter

              Auston Matthews- jealous of Laine

Friday 6/30- Auston Matthews- bad day brings food (my kind of man)

              William Nylander- snaps boredom Willy takes to fair

              Johnny Gaudreau- cheer him up after getting swept

Saturday 7/1- Jo Drouin- sitting front row at a game

              Brandon Montour- get into a fight

              Filip Forsberg- free reign

Sunday 7/2- Auston Matthews/Sidney Crosby- autoimmune disease

              Steven Stamkos- free reign

              Brenden Dillon/Timo Meier- free reign

Monday 7/3- Jakob Silfverberg- for noranihilia

              Aaron Ekblad- free reign

              Filip Forsberg- free reign

Tuesday 7/4- Brent Burns- free reign

              Roman Josi- free reign

              Martin Jones- free reign

Wednesday 7/5- Chris Tierney- free reign

              Nikita Kucherov- free reign

              Mikael Granlund- cute/fluffy

Thursday 7/6- Jonathan Marchessault- free reign

              Nino Niederreiter- free reign

              Morgan Rielly- avoid feelings talk and he thinks you don’t like him

Friday 7/7- Charlie Coyle- Lipstick part two

              Brendan Gallagher- angry/hate each other smut

              Auston Matthews- you do his makeup and Mitch puts it on Instagram

Saturday 7/8- Auston Matthews- you’re sick and he and Mitch take care of you and your kid

              William Nylander- wearing something that turns him on unknowingly

              Pekka Rine- celebrate sweeping Hawks

Sunday 7/9- William Nylander- free reign about butt and thighs

              Auston Matthews- meeting friend who doesn’t like the Leafs

              Sidney Crosby- wakes up and mutters I love you a lot

Monday 7/10- Artemi Panarin- free reign

              Morgan Rielly- part of the group but he likes you but just friends

              Colton Parayko- bffs and in car accident and he tells you feelings

Tuesday 7/11- William Nylander- same height insecurities

              Ben Hutton- fluffy smut

              Mitch Marner- gf has chronic migraines

Wednesday 7/12- Alex Nylander- faking hickies prank

              Tyler Seguin- Company by Justin Bieber

              Auston Matthews- Gaston song with his name and he loves it (in secret)

Thursday 7/13- Sean Monahan- after wrist surgery

              Morgan Rielly- fluffy/funny butt touching

              Mats Zuccarello- free reign

Friday 7/14- Auston Matthews- Toronto Furies, play Aus to see who better player is

              Jakub Vrana- part two of Doughnuts

              Mitch Marner- making fun of passion over el clasico

Saturday 7/15- Charlie McAvoy- free reign

              Alex Galchenyuk- smut

              Sam Reinhart- season ticket holder, sees you at the game

Sunday 7/16- Morgan Rielly- after getting knocked out of the playoffs

              William Nylander- happy with himself after seeing scratches

              Mikael Granlund- gives goal pucks to his son

Monday 7/17- Morgan Rielly- They Don’t Know about Us by One Direction

              William Nylander- sees bruises after sex (non-smut) and he feels guilty

              Jamie Oleksiak- taking son to meet the team

Tuesday 7/18- Andre Burakovsky- meets at a charity event, sees again later when he has a gf (probably also a multiparter

              Leon Draisaitl- dominant hot smut

              William Karlsson- ILYSB by LANY

Wednesday 7/19- Nazem Kadri- hit on Ovi

              Leon Draisaitl- smut after finishing exams/graduation

              Auston Matthews- trying to turn him on in an elevator with teammates smut

Thursday 7/20- Auston Matthews- getting knocked out of playoffs and shutting you out so he doesn’t take anger/sadness/frustration out on you

              Michael Latta- Smut hot when he fights

              Jonathan Toews- sequel to I’ll say yes for toews19

Friday 7/21- Andre Burakovsky- sleeping and he steals the sheets

              Auston Matthews- argues about dishes

              Andre Burakovsky- surprising you at graduation

Saturday 7/22- William Nylander- sleeping and someone posts a picture

              Michael Latta- smut angry after game and takes it out on you

              Tom Wilson- club and Tom gets jealous, heated

Sunday 7/23- Adam McQuaid- overprotective of gay son

              Zach Fucale- smut after not seeing each other for awhile and she wears his jersey for first time

              Milan Lucic- visiting with Bruins over the summer

Monday 7/24- Auston Matthews- thinks shes cheating and comes after her after fight

              Auston Matthews- riding his thighs dirty

              Auston/Willy/Mo/Freddie/Kappy choice- insecure about height/speaking Spanish/ Take on the World by You Me at Six, or Speakers by Sam Hunt

Tuesday 7/25- Adrian Kempe- Somebody Else part two

              Claude Giroux/any Flyers player- partying with team and blurts feelings while tipsy

              William Nylander- reader talks Swedish and Willy loves it (heated)

Wednesday 7/26- Auston Matthews- friend but he wants more but you’re unsure of his reputation

              Tyler Seguin- nsfw sumt

             Dylan Strome- Dive by Ed Sheeran

Thursday 7/27- Sebastian Aho- free reign

              Tyler Seguin- based off his IG “love me” trying to get your attention

              Mikael Granlund- he thinks you’re dating him for his money

Friday 7/28- Tyler Seguin- part 2 of Orders

              Alex Nylander- smut

              Tyler Seguin- friends dancing and he flirty teases you

Saturday 7/29- Jakob Chychrun- teaching kids to skate

              Auston Matthews- smut based off of Fire and Desire by Drake

              Connor McDavid- AHL ex who won’t stop bothering you

Sunday 7/30- Brendan Gallagher- meeting family for the first time

              Dylan McIlrath- free reign fluff/steam

              Auston Matthews- muscular and self conscious about it

Monday 7/31- Auston Matthews- field hockey player stages of relationship

              Dylan Strome- congratulate him after winning Western Conference

              Sam Reinhart- You’re Here part two

Tuesday 8/1- Auston Matthews- act like they hate each other, but really in love

              Auston Matthews/Morgan Rielly (probably Mo)- scavenger hunt fluff/steam

              Colton Parayko- smut comforting

Wednesday 8/2- Morgan Rielly- trying to get him to unwind after game by being a distraction

              William Nylander- long lost buddies and run into each other while out with team

              Mitch Marner- dark; abuse, cutting, mental health problems

Thursday 8/3- Auston Matthews- convinces him to go to country music festival

              David Pastrnak- cute and fluffy

              Alex Nylander- cute/fluffy about hair/haircut

Friday 8/4- Auston Matthews- taking care of sick girlfriend

              Charlie McAvoy- cute/fluffy

              Jeff Skinner- comforting about self harm scars

Saturday 8/5- Mitch Marner/Willy Nylander- fight and admit they like each other cute or smut

              Morgan Rielly- Leafs event with Mo and meet team for the first time

              Alex Nylander- morning smut

Sunday 8/6- Sidney Crosby- have twins

              Alex Nylander- about being a bad cook

              Auston Matthews- in his POV; reader stressed and cuddles

Monday 8/7- Noah Hanifin- Just a Friend part two

              Charlie McAvoy- smut

              Auston Matthews- stressing over testing

Tuesday 8/8- Mitch Marner- reader speaks German

              Charlie McAvoy- smut

              Morgan Rielly/JVR/Gabe Landeskog- Say you won’t let go by James Arthur

Wednesday 8/9- Casey Cizikas- making fun of each other over concussions

              Ben Hutton- smut

              David Pastrnak- Disneyland tickets/fluff

Thursday 8/10- Sebastian Aho- Teaches the reader Finnish

              Auston Matthews- smut after surgery he worries he’s going to hurt her

              Michael Latta- babysitting his niece and calls you to come help/Latts insta with the baby

Friday 8/11- Lawson Crouse- fluffy free reign

                Nico Hischier- smut

              Jesse Puljujarvi- cute/fluffy free reign

Saturday 8/12- Elias Lindholm- childhood friends meet each other when older

              Mikael Granlund- teasing him with team smut

              Nico Hischier- meet at draft and show him around the city

Sunday 8/13- Andre Burakovsky- She’s Not Me by Zara Larsson

              Roope Hint- FWB smut

              Connor McDavid- Slow Hands by Niall Horan

Monday 8/14- Leon Draisaitl- tries to give you a perfect birthday, but messes it up

              Sebastian Aho- sweet first time smut

              Matt Martin- come home wanting quiet and he’s playing COD with boys

Tuesday- 8/15- Auston Matthews- friends since childhood start dating

              Nico Hischier- depression, but he comforts her

              Carter Hart- concussion and taking pain killers, makes him loopy

Wednesday- 8/16- Tyler Seguin- calls mom to ask for ring, but mom thinks its another prank

              Morgan Rielly- surprising you at your graduation

              David Pastrnak- reader gets wisdom teeth out and recovery

Thursday 8/17- Auston Matthews- Fire and Desire by Drake

              Tom Wilson- Trainer for Caps smut

Friday 8/18- Alex Nylander- baby and baby names

              Sidney Crosby- smut

              Auston Matthews- reader is ace

Saturday 8/19- Alex Nylander- introduced to parents but mom doesn’t like her

              Artemi Panarin- fight and makeup smut

              Auston Matthews- coming home giggly drunk

Sunday 8/20- Mitch Marner- parents are getting married and siblings

              Nico Hischier- high school AU

              Beau Bennett- drunk hook up, bond next morning

Monday 8/21- Sidney Crosby- son from other relationship and first Mother’s Day

              Morgan Rielly- clubbing and see him after breaking up

              Timo Meier- free reign

Tuesday 8/22- Tyler Seguin- Ben Bishop’s best friend meet through him

              Willy/Alex Nylander- problems with self harming

              Dmytro Timashov- cooking/cleaning when stressed Dmytro doesn’t know why

Wednesday 8/23- Colton Parayko- honored for military service at game

              Sebastian Aho- friends teasing about you and Aho in bed

              Auston Matthews- they surprise you for Mother’s day

Thursday 8/24- Morgan Rielly- wear black and boys tease about being too badass for Mo

              Jesse Puljujarvi- soft smut

              Alexander Wennberg- Slow Hands by Niall Horan

Friday 8/25- Leon Draisaitl- can’t sleep, helps you fall asleep

              Andre Burakovsky- shower smut

           Dylan Strome- has crush on you but you aren’t interested

Saturday 8/26- Andre Burakovsky- Finnish rap music and chirping

              Kasperi Kapanen- girlfriend is a soccer player

              Alex Nylander- first sleepover and seeing her dressed down and no makeup

Sunday 8/27- Colton Parayko- work for the Blues and Hutton catches you kissing

              Sidney Crosby- Small Bump by Ed Sheeran

              Alex Nylander- comes to your dance competition

Monday 8/28- Geno Malkin- go on a cruise and he takes care of you after you get sun poisoning

              Connor McDavid- takes care of you while you’re drunk/hungover

              Tom Wilson- someone insults her and he defends you

Tuesday 8/29- William Nylander- makes banana pancakes

              Mitch Marner- Canada playing home country and Canada wins and y/n is mad

              Carter Hart- snuggling and listening to the rain

Wednesday 8/30- Auston Matthews- bring child to family skate/practice

                  Jake Virtanen- vacation in a cabin first time smut

               Zach Werenski- takes puck to face and bummed but he gets to spend more time with you

Thursday 8/31- William Nylander- cute ringtone for gf and boys tease and possible proposal

              TJ Oshie- takes you home from club smut

              Auston Matthews- you have a bf and he seduces you to cheat

Friday 9/1- Mitch Marner- chipped tooth vs Finland

             Leon Draisaitl- smut

               Brayden Schenn- free reign

Saturday 9/2- Willy Nylander- active about Bell Let’s Talk cause you struggle with mental illness

              Auston Matthews- before game smut

              Willy/Auston/Freddie/Mitch- short and nerdy

Sunday 9/3- Brady Skjei- BFFs and secretly in love with one another and you confess

              Auston Matthews smut- friend of WAG and  hookup after game then he asks you out

              Auston Matthews- buy a puppy together

Monday 9/4- Jordie Benn- dating but kept quiet cause shes shy, but he lets it out

              Brayden Point- dirty smut

              Carey Price- Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

Tuesday 9/5- Auston Matthews- bff and comforts you after a guy wants to use you as rebound

               Sidney Crosby- smut

              Morgan Rielly- son’s draft day

Wednesday 9/6- Jesse Puljujarvi- Eyes Closed- Halsey

              Cliff Pu- meet on vacation and lose touch but moves to Canada for school

              Teuvo Teravainen- Supersankari by Laura Närhi

Thursday 9/7- Sebastian Aho- nopsajalka by lupaan olla

           Tom Kuhnhackl- takes her to Germany to meet family

           Marco Scandella- getting divorced, but Marco convinces her to give him second chance

Friday 9/8- William Nylander- celebrating making semi-finals

           Auston Matthews- listening to music and dancing surprise smut

           William Karlsson- fluffy free reign

Saturday 9/9- Anders Lee- free reign

           Auston Matthews- mom doesn’t like you and speaks to him in Spanish, but you are fluent in it

           William Nylander- So Wrong part two

Sunday 9/10- Sebastian Aho- proposing

           Nick Schmaltz- smut

             William Nylander- high school AU king and queen at dance

Monday 9/11- Sidney Crosby- wedding day fluff

           Connor Brown- smut

           Alex Nylander- watching Willy play in the Worlds and spending time with his fam

Tuesday 9/12- Auston Matthews- Worried his teammates don’t take you serious because you’re younger than him and in college

           Trevor van Riemsdyk- gets jealous over teammate talking to you at club smut

           Leon Draisaitl- with kids or pregnant gf/wife

Wednesday 9/13- Phil Kessel- pregnancy or children fluff

           Auston Matthews- Because You’re Mine by Kitty Kallen

           William Nylander- y/n leaf interviewer and Willy flirts with you

Thursday 9/14- Mitch Marner- gf plays hockey and gets in a fight and he’s worried/thinks its badass

           Pekka Rinne- work with charity but first time meeting team as his GF at a game