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Julie and The Phantoms Cast Masterlist

Julie and The Phantoms Characters Masterlist

New masterlist to split up the cast versus character fics that I’ve written because there’s so many oh my gosh.

✮ - personal fave

Charlie Gillespie - sfw

Rose Garden ✧ Charlie is your suitor, and if he gets his way, soon to be your betrothed. However, he won’t be if you have any say in the matter.

Down For the Count ✧ After a hard fall resulting in a bad injury, your boyfriend Charlie comes to the rescue to be your care taker at the same time as he has a Live with Owen.

Lucky Charm ✧ Meeting Charlie at the rink after hockey practice for date night leads him to take you to his favorite pizza spot, and gifts you an honor you can’t refuse.

Costume Department ✧ Your aunt is the JATP costume designer and one day whilst working on set, your talking with the girls of the cast makes you realize just how strong your feelings for Charlie are.

Tough Competition ✧ Savannah simulates a dance competition for you after learning you’ve never been in one, and your secret relationship with Charlie slowly surfaces to your cast mates.

Betrothed ✧ Evading love for so long has its consequences, but the resistance just might have paid off when you meet a certain prince who’s searching for his princess.

✮ Winners and Losers ✧ Charlie’s day off consists of spending time with his favorite girl, and making bets that he’s seemingly destined to lose.

Charlie Gillespie - nsfw

A Helping Hand ✧ Your best friend Charlie is shocked to hear you’ve been deprived of a certain sexual experience, and is more than willing to help fix that. (18+)

All Day Affair ✧ A rough night before leads to a slow morning after, causing you and Charlie to be late to Valentine’s brunch plans. All is forgiven and all is forgotten when he makes it up to you in the best way he can. (18+)

Everlasting Crushes ✧ Charlie has been your best friend since high school, and secret crush for just as long. When a drunken night in the club results in you getting friendly with strangers, Charlie steps in to claim his girl. (18+)

✮ Impressive ✧ Renowned hockey all-star Charlie Gillespie is a pleasant disaster on his own, but once he asks you to tutor him, you learn he might not be so bad after all. (18+)

Tempting ✧ Coming to an agreement on how your friends with benefits arrangement will work, Charlie invites you over for another study session that doesn’t isn’t very productive. (18+ sequel to Impressive.)

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Owen Patrick Joyner - sfw

Dating Owen Joyner Would Include… ✧ Bullet points of boyfriend!Owen headcanons.

✮ Hey Princess ✧ Dating a Netflix star can be tough in the way of getting recognized in public, but being a Disney Princess just may give Owen a run for his money.

Party Hard ✧ Going from tipsy to full on drunk is a terrible idea, but especially when you’ve got a secret to hide that could mean the difference between preserving and ruining your relationship with your best friend.

Reading My Boyfriend’s Fanfiction?? ✧ Being an influencer meant this day was a long time coming: it was time to put Owen on your channel.

A Pretty Good Bad Idea ✧ Touring with the Julie and The Phantoms cast as a dancer has been the best time of your life, and the only thing that could make it better is the reciprocated affections of a cute, blond drummer.

They’re Not You ✧ You’ve been successful in avoiding and ignoring your romantic feelings for your best friend… so far.

Doomsayers ✧ Owen had to practically harass you to get you to relax on your mutual day off, but the quality time together takes an unexpected turn when you exhibit a small sense of self-doubt.

New Neighbors ✧ Whilst your two best friends are helping you move into your new place, you find out that your next door neighbor is a major cutie who is totally into you, too.

✮ Baby Fever ✧ You and Owen spend a day at the zoo babysitting Baby Shada, and her presence sparks conversation about adding a new presence of your very own.

✮ City Slicker, Cowboyfriend ✧ You’re starting to have doubts about moving all the way to Norman until a shopping trip to Ikea turns into the meet-cute you’ve been waiting for.

Mesmerizing ✧ Crashing at your best friend’s place after a shitty date for the third time causes some sexual tension to bubble to the surface.

Chocolate Cake ✧ Owen’s new place is finally mold free, and he’s invited you over to stay the night. Being petite has more disadvantages than advantages, two of which are a teasing boyfriend and large dog breeds.

Only Need Five ✧ Breaking up with your boyfriend proves difficult when he follows you to your after-breakup plans. Owen puts you at ease and performs a less than innocent song he wrote about your chemistry together. (Indirect sequel to Tell Me Your Favorite Song.)

Wrap Party ✧ Unconvinced Owen is crushing on you, you show up to the cast party ready to let loose with the girls. The night takes an unexpected turn the Owen claims to be the expert on date-nights.

✮ Lazy Day, Stupid Question ✧ You and Owen take a well-deserved lazy day nap together, before movie night in the Joyner-Gillespie household. After recalling a certain reddit post, you make a discovery about the ways of men.

Owen Patrick Joyner - nsfw

Pity Prom? ✧ After learning you’ve never attended a prom, Owen takes it upon himself to recreate the most magical dance you’ve ever had. (18+)

Tell Me Your Favorite Song ✧ Your inattentive boyfriend is falling inferior to a certain drummer from your AP Lit class, who gets to know you better inside and out. (18+)

Say No to This + Unbiased Source ✧ Being cast as Mariah Reynolds means you’ve got your work cut out for you, and to add to the pressure, Owen, your Alexander is exuding a sexual tension you’ve never seen before. Hopefully, no one notices.

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Platonic!Cast

✮ Sculpin and White Claws ✧ Your ‘not-quite girlfriend’ has come over to yours, Charlie’s, and Owen’s shared apartment; your evening is disrupted by the energetic antics of two idiot boys in the other room.

The Best-Worst Day ✧ Bad days are manageable when Charlie and Owen are the best roommates a girl could ask for.

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julieandthe-stan-toms · 2 years

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I turned on JATP, and Netflix had a warning for fear. I was like shut up Netflix. The only fear I have to worry about while watching this show is falling in love with a 90's ghost band.

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melismaticmadness · 3 years

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TOILET PAPER

Owen Joyner Imagine

(ITS A LONG ONE BUT ITS DEFINITELY SMUTTY)

Y/n has been dating Owen for a little over a month, and he’s invited her over for the first night in his new, empty apartment.

3700 Words

Warnings: Contains Smut (18+), language

Hope you enjoy!

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Oklahoma City is nothing like LA, I don’t know what possessed Owen to buy a place here when his parents' house is 25 minutes away. Most of his time is spent in LA anyway, but he’s Owen and he wants home to be Oklahoma.

We haven’t been together long but it was nice that he invited me over for the first night in his apartment, sitting on the floor unpacking the last few boxes with some trashy tv on and drinks. What could be better? It’s always nice to just be with him - no matter how boring we are.

As I jumped into my too-tight jeans and put on the button-up crop top I planned to wear, I was a little nervous for tonight. He’s taking a huge step in life, and I’m stuck. My acting career isn’t taking off, college is sucking the life out of me, and I hate my job. Now wasn’t the time to worry about my life though, so I put a little makeup on and turned the music up.

Owen picked me up around 6pm and we stopped to grab burgers for dinner. Eventually, we started making the drive through the city to his apartment. It was so weird knowing that when he’s going home now he’s going home to an empty place. He could do whatever he wanted now, he was finally free. Girls could come and go and no one would know. Girls who are not me could come and go...not that I think he would ever do that. Owen is well known though. He could have any girl he wanted, so I’m sure the temptation has been there. Especially since I won’t put out, not yet. We talked about it and I just have to feel like the moment is right. It’s a big deal for a girl to have sex for the first time.

The apartment is so nice. It somehow feels warm and industrial at the same time. All the paintings he ordered are resting on the wall by the big window, and his tv is of course set up already. Owen takes me by the hand and leads me to his room, abandoning our food on the living room floor.

“Cute. A mattress on the floor, O” I snickered.

“Shut the hell up. I ordered my bed too late and it won't be here for another three days. My mom made me take the mattress from my room at home until it’s here since I wanted to move out now.”

“In a hurry to get out?”

“You have no idea…” he smirked. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

“Owen, you better get used to starving because you still can’t cook.”

“Maybe one day you can teach me.”

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Burgers were great as usual, and we put The Music Man on at Owen’s request. He must have just tossed things from his house into random boxes on his way out. I started unpacking and found two hats, a drum pad, hangers, dress pants, and salt and pepper shakers.

I started roasting him for his packing skills and before I knew it he was using the pile of hats as a weapon and was attacking me with them.

“I HAVE NO WEAPONS THIS IS UNFAIR!”

“FIND SOMETHING OR SURRENDER!”

“Never lover boy. You’re going down,” and with that, I found a wooden spoon and started whacking the hats away and eventually swatting him with it.

“I tap out. I TAP OUT!” he yelled in between laughs. I was pinned underneath him on the hardwood floor still playfully hitting him on the butt with my weapon of choice.

“Ha! You’re no match for me.”

“I think I can win in other ways..” he said, lowering his lips to mine.

I slowly put my arms around his neck and pulled him to lay on top of me. As I was running my hands from the back of his neck down his shoulders, he slid his leg up ever so slightly in between mine. He had gotten so strong in quarantine, not that he wasn’t before, but I could tell he was working out more to keep himself busy. I wasn’t complaining about it though. It felt nice to be held in strong arms.

It felt like we were making out on the floor for hours and we finally came up for some air. It was getting hard laying on the hardwood with this 5’10 blonde on top of me, but I knew he wouldn’t make a move because of our conversation a few weeks ago about me not being ready. That could change now.

“O, since you don’t have a couch yet...can we like to switch or something? You’re cute and all but the floor isn’t.”

“I think my floor is sexy,” he whispered. “Wanna go to my room?”

“Lead the way..”

We were hardly up off the floor before Owen picked me up and carried me to his room and tossed me on the bed. This time our kiss was different. My hands wandered up and down the sides of his body as his tongue traced the depths of my mouth. I returned his edginess by running my hands under his shirt and pressing him closer to me. My hands came around the front to feel the edges of his bare chest and waist. Ungluing my mouth from his for a moment for a gasp of air, I tugged his shirt up.

“You sure?”

“Mmhmm. Take the damn shirt off.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He removed the shirt in one quick motion and I propped myself up on my elbows to get a good view. As he tossed the shirt off to the side we both were sitting up and I was grazing my hands over his arms.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked.

Instead of responding, I inched forward and kissed right above his waistband and traveled all the way up to his lips leaving kisses as I went. He let out a strangled breath as I made the journey and stopped me before I planted my last kiss on his lips.

“You’re gonna have to calm down a little if you don’t want me to have a situation to take care of…”

“Who said I didn’t want to help you take care of it…” His eyes were looking down at me and straight through me.

“I was- Y/n, you don’t have to - I was just kidding,” he said running his hands through his hair and looking away from me.

I had to prove that I was okay with taking things up a notch, so I grabbed his hips and started massaging him over his pants. Owen grabbed my face and kissed me, sucking all the air out of me as I kept kneading his hips and thighs. Slowly my hand moved to palm his dick through his pants.

I could feel his chest tense up and he sat up a little straighter.

“I think it’s time I lose some clothing too.. What do you think?”

Before even answering he was reaching for the buttons on the front of my shirt.

He was struggling with so many buttons. I knew they were too small for him to get so I stopped what I was doing and had to pull the shirt over my head.

Owen immediately told me I was gorgeous and I could tell he was trying to look me in the eyes versus at my boobs.

“You can touch me, ya know..” I whispered, almost as if I was scared of someone hearing me, but no one would. We were finally alone. It was just us at this moment. No thought of parents or siblings coming home. No worry about roommates hearing, or puppies crying from outside the door to kill the mood. This was it. I was ready. Tonight, I am going to christen this apartment with him.

Owen’s hands were shaking ever so slightly as he rubbed my arms and made his way to my chest. He placed a kiss right where my cleavage met and I could’ve died. His hands were huge and looking at my breasts in them made me worry that he had seen bigger.

He was kissing my collarbones and tracing every inch of exposed skin with his tongue. He slowly laid me down and said, “You’re perfect. This is perfect. We can stop, just tell me-” His voice was so low and raspy, but I cut him off with a kiss before he could keep talking.

Owen continued licking and petting my boobs, so I decided to be daring. I was dragging my fingers down his abs when I hit the little trail that led into his pants. Instead of reversing my course like I did before, this time my hand wandered lower into his boxers.

Gently, my hand explored the warm skin and curly hair before grabbing hold of his dick and giving it a squeeze.

“Woah,” he grunted, “Can't do that, you’re gonna kill me.”

“I’m still winning then, see?” I said teasingly.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yeah, O. Why?”

“Let me try something. Tell me to stop if you need me to.” He said planting a kiss on my lips after I nodded.

He readjusted himself in his pants and then started attending to me. Sliding my bra straps off my shoulders he lifted me up and reached behind me to unhook it. My breath caught in my throat when I felt the clasp fall open. He pulled it away and I reacted by covering myself up.

“It’s just me. Are you ok?”

“Yeah, just go slow.” Now I was shaking. I want this, but I’m still scared.

“I won’t do anything without asking.” He’s being such a gentleman and I was the one teasing him first.

He pulled my arms down and took a nipple in his mouth. He twirled his tongue around and sucked while playing with the other. My stomach was flopping around and the feeling of butterflies was traveling down between my legs. Owen started giving my other nipple attention with his mouth as his hand traveled down my torso.

His hand stopped when he hit the button of my jeans and just started playing with it. He looked up at me with his green eyes asking if he should keep going.

I took his hand and shoved it into my pants. He was definitely surprised but he found the top of my folds while still staying over my thong.

“Babe, your jeans are too tight my hand is losing circulation in there.” He said pulling his hand out.

“I can fix that,” and off my pants went.

Now we were both doing this dance in our underwear of making out and dipping our fingers into uncharted territory.

Owen suddenly pulled me to the edge of his bed and was kneeling on the floor, nudging my legs open.

“What are you-“

“You still trust me right?”

“Owen, I-

“Do you want me to stop?”

“...No. But I haven’t done anything yet-“

“Let me keep going then you can help me with my… situation,” he smirked. “Close your eyes. Relax.”

I did as I was told and felt Owen reach for the elastic waistband of my thong and pull it down. Oh my god. My cunt was throbbing at this point. I was dying for him to touch me again, but he was teasing me.

His hands started massaging my feet and up my calves and legs. He got to my thighs and kept his hands low. Then I felt him lay next to me on the bed as his lips met mine and his hands rubbed my stomach and fingers inched back down to my cunt.

His dick was pressed against the outside of my body and I could tell he was rock solid. How he was still in his pants, I will never know.

“Y/n, do you want me to stop?” I shook my head no and his finger gently parted my folds. I was holding his shoulder so tight, partly because of nerves and partly because I had never felt this way before.

“Have you touched yourself before? Like we talked about...” He whispered as his finger slid past my clit agonizingly slow.

“Yes,” I gasped, “just a few times.”

“What do you think about?”

I couldn’t answer him. My mind was racing and my heart was beating too fast.

“What do you think about when you touch yourself, y/n?” This time he asked through gritted teeth.

“You...I think about you…”

“Show me how you did it”

“No!” He took his hand out from between my legs, grabbed my hand, and led it down my body to the place he just left.

“Show me.” Owen sat up and slid back to the floor to watch what I was doing.

I lightly dipped one finger down to my vagina and back up to my nub. I started alternating between rubbing circles around my clit and the opening of my vagina. My legs were still moderately closed so Owen wasn’t happy with his view.

He pushed my knees apart and now my pink folds were on display.

“Keep your eyes closed, y/n.”

Owen used one hand to spread my lips wide open and the other to trace my wetness up to my clit. With his thumb, he applied pressure and moved in circles painfully slowly over my most sensitive spot.

Soon his hand left my clit and started poking my entrance ever so slightly. The next thing I knew, his tongue was on my clit picking up the pace and his finger was two knuckles deep inside me.

His tongue was working even faster now and I was so wet I could feel it dripping down to my ass cheeks.

Suddenly, there was a lot of pressure down there and I opened my eyes to see him two fingers deep in my pussy and his nose hurried in my folds. I was panting and he was giggling at the noises I was making because of him.

His hand never stopped moving but he looked up at me and said, “You’re unbelievably tight. Have you touched yourself like this?”

Truth be told, nothing had ever been inside me until now. Not even a tampon. I never had a reason to use one.

Inside of me, his fingers curled and hit a spot that made me jump.

“You still good?” He asked, stopping everything.

“Don’t stop,” I panted, “please, faster...harder.” I was squirming now with his hand stationary inside me.

“What exactly do you want me to do for you?”

“Keep touching me god, Owen. Lick me again.”

With that, he was pumping his fingers harder and faster than ever and his tongue was flicking my clit. I started feeling like I was hyperventilating and like I was going to pee. The butterflies and pressure building inside of me were intense but the moans coming out of my mouth told Owen he was doing a great job.

“Owen, I’m gonna pee! O, I’m gonna-“ He took his mouth away and replaced it with his hands to watch me finish for the first time. He continued to pump his two fingers and started rolling my clit between his thumb and index finger with his other hand. I was lifting my hips to meet his hand and he was trying to push me back down to the bed. My whole body was starting to spasm and I was a little scared. I was losing control of my body and had no idea what was happening. His hands were like magic. Owen spread my legs even wider and continued his rhythm. His fingers curled into me even further and it sent shockwaves through my body and I was lost in a frenzy. To his surprise and mine, I squirted all over his hands. He didn’t stop pumping and circling my clit until I was squeezing my legs together and pushing his hands away. Owen kissed me as I came down from my high and I caught my breath.

“Oh my god. Owen, I’m so sorry. I- I didn’t know I would pee. Oh my god.”

“Babe, you didn’t pee. That’s just what happens when you get off really well. It’s all good; no worries.”

“I never felt that way before. I felt like I never wanted you to stop but I also felt like I was exploding”

“Well, I don’t have to stop,” he said laughing and fake spreading my knees again.

“Hey, lover boy it’s your turn,” I said pushing him to the bed now.

“Wait, you don’t have-“ I was too quick. I already had his pants down by his knees and was fighting to get them off. After some help from Owen, and him removing his boxers, we were both completely naked together for the first time. He was much bigger than I anticipated with my hand down his pants. That was not going to fit inside me. There was just no way. He could barely get two fingers in me.

I looked him up and down and was taking it all in when he just blurted out, “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“Maybe next time, blondie,” I said as I traced through his neatly trimmed hair and all the way down his length to his tip. He closed his eyes and shivered, so I stuck the tip in my mouth.

His eyes opened and bulged out of his head at the sudden sucking I was doing. My tongue swirled around his most sensitive part as my hands played with him at the base and his balls.

Owen tucked my hair behind my ear as I looked up at him. I slid more of his member into my mouth taking almost all of it without gagging. As I slid back to the tip, I let my teeth drag just a bit.

“Jesus Christ, y/n. You gotta go easy on me or I won’t last long.”

With a pop, I released him from my mouth and his dick was flushed and the veins were purple. Twitching as I slowly pumped it with my hands, his dick was releasing a tiny bit of clear liquid. I used my hands to spread it all over him which made my job even easier.

I had an idea, so now it was his turn to trust me.

“O, help me. I need you inside me.”

“Are you sure?” He was breathing heavy and I knew he didn’t want to stop, but would if I asked him to. I wanted this though.

“Yes. Tell me what to do.”

“No, let me take care of you.”

He flipped us over and began rubbing me again while kissing my neck.

“I love you. You know that?” Owen said in between kisses.

“I love you too.”

“Let me just- fuck!”

“What? What’s wrong?” I was startled by how mad he suddenly got.

“I don’t have anything. We can’t.”

“I have an IUD. It’s ok.”

“You wanna- No. Let me go run and see if I have something in my wallet. It’s your first time I don’t want you to worry.”

“Owen, I want to feel all of you since it’s my first time,” I said reaching down and grabbing his dick and lining it up with my heat.

“Babe, it might hurt. I’m so sorry, I’ll stop if you need me to.”

“Just do it, I’ll be ok.” With that, he pushed himself right up to my entrance and I already could tell this wasn’t going to work.

“It’s not gonna fit, Owen. Oh god.”

“Hey, relax. I know you’re nervous but it really won’t fit if you’re not relaxed.” He laughed.

“I’m gonna kiss you as I go in, okay? You can still tell me to stop.”

He went in for the kiss and slowly pushed the tip inside me. It was uncomfortable but bearable.

“It’s going to get worse before it gets better, I think. I’m going to keep going.” He was holding his breath at this point as he slid about three inches further inside of me. He didn’t want to rush me but he wanted to fuck my brains out at the same time.

He hit something inside of me and I yelled.

“Ah! Stop! Wait!”

“Okay, Okay. Do you want me to stay or pull out?”

“Stay, stay...okay. Just do it fast.”

He pressed his forehead to mine and broke the barrier. I grit my teeth and cursed, and tried to close my legs. He held me close and wiped a tear as it escaped. We didn’t move for a solid minute as I waited for my vagina to get used to his size.

“Move. You can move.” I whispered.

He gave a little grunt in response and started pumping in and out of me slowly.

After a few minutes of Owen going painfully slow, he lifted my knees up higher and started going faster. I grabbed his butt and started pressing him into me.

“Harder. Please.”

He listened and started pounding me. I didn’t know anything could feel this good.

“Babe, I’m close.” He panted.

“I think I am too.” At that point, he picked up the pace again. Now I was bucking my hips up to meet his thrusts. I could feel him throbbing inside of me trying to hold back. I clenched my muscles a little and heard him let out a high pitched little yell.

I pulled his chain and we were pressed chest to chest, covered in sweat, and fucking like bunnies.

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“No!”

“Then I won’t last much longer,” he slid a hand between us and started rubbing my clit as fast as he was pounding me.

“Me neither.” I spread my legs wider and he finally hit the spot.

My walls tightened and as soon as they did I felt him release inside of me. His moans were intoxicating and I came undone.

“O, O, I’m cumming. Don’t stop.”

He did a few more hard strokes and we both were too sensitive to keep going.

Owen pulled out after a few minutes and I missed him inside me. We were naked, facing each other after being as close as two people could be.

“Thank you for that,” I said.

“Glad to be of service,” he joked.

“I’m gonna go grab things to clean up. Be right back.”

“Mm ‘kay,” I responded, almost drifting to sleep.

“Fuck me.” I heard Owen say from the bathroom.

“What’s wrong, hun?”

“I forgot to buy toilet paper..”

“Guess that means we both need a shower..”

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jammi13 · 3 years

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So Needy - Owen Joyner x Reader (18+)

Warnings: Swearing, slight smut but not really. Topic of sex talked throughout

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: I’ve never written anything like this so it’s probably really bad and really crap but I wanted to give it a try.😂 hope I did this story justice and Hope you like it!

“Stop!” You laugh as you scoot up on your bed, trying to get away from your very lovely and very horny boyfriend. He holds you down as you try to break out from his tickle hold.

“One kiss, and I’ll let you go. Promise.” He laughs, keeping his position over you.

“Fine, just one.” “Just one, and i'll be happy.” He begins to lean in and you decide to tease him a little bit. You quickly move your face from his lips. He holds for a second before leaning back up fixating his eyes on yours. You smile a little knowing exactly what you just did to him. Owen has never been one for PDA but behind closed doors it’s actually a big pet peeve of his for you to deny his kisses. Especially, when he’s been on set all day and all he wants is to feel your touch.

He smirks before licking his lips. “Why do you always insist on doing this to me?” “Doing what?” You say innocently before giggling. “Oh you think this is funny?” He brings his hand up to your neck applying a bit of pressure causing you to moan. You hold on to the hand on your neck. “Very.” He leans in to kiss you again. This time you don’t move away. Excited for what was about to come.

Owen lays on his back as you stay straddling him. You lean forward so that you're fully laying on him now. “Mmm, I should do that more often if thats what will come of it.” He brushes the hair out of your face looking into your eyes softly. He cups your face brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Baby, all you had to do was ask.” He leans in and leaves a longing kiss on your lips. “Ready for round 2?”

You get up from your spot on his chest and laugh a little. “Can we take a minute, my vagina needs to recuperate.” Earning a cocky smile from Owen.

“So, I’m that good, huh?” He says sliding his hands to your ass. You roll your eyes at him, wanting to bring him off his high horse a little bit. You decide to mess with him, saying the four words you know always gets him a bit riled up. You move his hands away from you butt, lifting your leg off him to lay beside him.

“Gosh, you're so needy.”

He jolts up quickly and looks at you confused. “Me! Needy?! Oh come on y/n, I know you wanted it just as much as I did with all that noise you were making in my ear. We both know who's the needy one out of both of us.” You sit up now facing him.

“Yeah, and we just established that it's you. Mr. “Ready for round 2” even though we just finished. Sounds pretty needy to me.” He laughs a little before speaking.

“You're messing with me right? You're way needier than me. Don’t forget yesterday when you were trying to jump my bones before I even got into the apartment. I hands down could go longer without sex than you”

You smiled, you loved seeing him get all worked up. “Wanna put your money where your mouth is, Joyner? I can tell you right now you wont be able to last 2 days without trying to have sex with me.”

“So we're doing this? Alright, bring it on baby” He says shaking his head, smiling as if he’s already won.

“Wipe that smile off your face Joyner, you're gonna lose.” You both get off the bed to clean yourselves and get dressed to have dinner.

Owen walks into the kitchen and sits at the table as you grab the food from your postmates. You hand him his food and begin eating. “Okay, so let’s talk ground rules.” Owen looks up to you puzzled. “Oh, did someone forget our bet? I mean you can call it quits now and just admit you're the needy one in this relationship.”

“You wish. Hit me.”

“Okay, rule 1. No sex, oral included. Rule 2, It counts as sex upon entry. So, touching over clothes doesn't count. And finally, Rule 3, Since I know we both would probably go insane if we couldn’t even kiss each other, Kissing and making out don’t count as a loss and are acceptable at any time.”

Owen nods his head signaling he very much agrees. “Yup good call y/n.”

“HOWEVER! If that kiss and or make out were to lead to sex then whoever initiated the kiss and or make out loses.” You tilt your head to him. “Sound fair?”

“Sounds fair to me. Ahh you're so going down y/n. You can't resist all this.” He gestures to himself. You laugh reaching your hand out and he follows. You both shake hands not knowing just how hard this was gonna be.

“Alright Joyner, Game on.”

“Do your worst baby.”

Neither of yall realized just how hard this was going to be. Yall were on day 4 and it felt like day 100. Yall have been having sex since yall first got together so theres no surprise that both of yall almost slipped up and lost within the first 2 days.

The first time was you. And Owen thought he had it in the bag but he opened his mouth right as the deed was about to be done.

He had just gotten off set and he was sending you rather dirty texts throughout the day, knowing that this is one of the biggest things that turns you on. So, he wasn’t shocked when he sat on the couch next to you and he saw your leg bouncing as you were biting your lip trying to stay focused on the show you were watching. And you were doing just fine until he grabbed onto your thigh knowing that it drove you crazy.

You practically jumped on him and grabbed hold on his face and started placing rough kisses on his lips. He fell right into the rhythm you had set. You started reaching for his belt buckle and he allows you to take full control. You pull away from the kiss trying to get his pants off. He starts laughing and it throws you off at first but you continue.

“Yeah y/n, just like that. Keep doing what you're doing.”

You got off him quickly. “Fuck! Why did I have to open my fucking mouth?!”

This time. It was Owen. And it was so so close. Owen was pretty frustrated and when Owen gets frustrated he gets horny and needs to take his frustration out on something. And lucky for you, you were just the anecdote he was looking for today. You were rubbing his shoulders as he sat at his desk, when he pulled you into his lap and he started kissing every part of your face. He lifted you up and threw you onto the bed. He took his shirt off before climbing over to hover on you.

He leaned down and instantly started attacking your lips. He began grinding his body into yours. A feeling that felt almost like home. You reached your hand up onto his shoulder before sliding it to the back of his head. Tangling your hand into his long blonde hair. You pull his head back earning a moan from his mouth. Oh how you loved hearing these sounds fall from his lips. You pulled a little harder earning another loud, deep moan. This felt right. The man you loved being a whimpering mess for you.

It was almost as if the last pull triggered something. He stopped his movements all together.

“Ohhh you almost had me there y/n. Soo close.”

You were beginning to regret this bet real quick. All you wanted was to be close to and held by the man who made you feel safe. You got off the bed and didn’t even acknowledge Owens' comment. You groaned and walked out of your shared room. Owen watched you as you left and immediately knew that this bet was getting to you because it was getting to him too.

He walked into the Livingroom to see you buried into your phone. He walks over and sits next to you on the couch. “So…” He stares at you hoping to see you look at him but that fails. He tries again, “Whatcha doing?”

You finally look to him. “I'm reading.”

“Ohhh, whatcha reading?” He walks over to the fridge and pulls out a water.

“Fanfiction.”

He chokes a bit and scrunches his face in confusion. He walks back over to you. “Fanfiction? You're reading fanfiction?” You nod.

“And why are you reading fanfiction?”

“I read it when I’m feeling… aroused and you're not here. And well, since I can’t have sex with you, I’ll just read about it. You should be proud, you have some very talented writers following you.”

“But baby, I’m right here. Why read it when you can do it?” He sits back down next to you and grabs your hand and slides it down his shirtless chest. His voice gets darker, “Why read about touching me? When you can touch me?” He takes your hand and places it behind his head hinting for you to pull his hair. “Why read about pulling my hair? When you can just pull it?” You couldn’t help but stare at his lips, but neither could Owen. He leans closer to you, leaving your lips only barely touching. You feel his breath against your lips and you almost give in before he starts speaking again slowly.

“Why read about kissing me when…” He kisses your lips and you melt into his touch. You both fall into the rhythm of the kiss before he pulls away and pulls your shirt and bra off.

“Oh fuck the bet.”

He hungrily attacks your neck. He wastes no time and pulls down his pants while you do the same. You bring him back down and tangle your hand in his hair as he lines himself up with your entrance. With one more kiss, he enters you causing you to moan. You’ve missed this feeling. Being fully connected and having your bodies intertwined with each other. You arch your back, meeting his thrusts.

He finds his way to your lips again and you pause for a second. You bring your hand up and slide your finger down his bottom lips. You look up to him and see he’s already staring. Your mouth ghosts over his.

“I told you, you were needy..”

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cclementinee · 3 years

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Forever. (Owen Patrick Joyner angst)

“I met you when everything was new, and exciting and the possibilities of the world seemed endless and they still are. For you, for me. But not for us.”

You looked over at your boyf- at Owen. You saw all the promises made, all the years spent. His hands rested on his knees and his hair was a mess beneath his beanie. You thought of all the nights spent laying under the stars, thinking out loud about all of your plans for the future. How you’d get married and have 3 kids, and 2 dogs and a cat and a barn with chickens and goats. How he’d continue living his dream and you’d go on to be a famous writer. And you’d always fall into bed with each other, full and happy and in love. Now those felt like dreams instead of plans. Far off dreams. You had just told him you were moving to another country to pursue your dream for a year and he was not only unsupportive, he demanded you stay with him, in Norman, Oklahoma, where your dreams of becoming a novelist and columnist in Vogue would never see the light of day. And he didn’t care. He wanted you with him at any cost. He was so blinded by the thought of losing you to another country, he couldn’t even see him pushing you closer to it.

“Somewhere between then and now, here and there, I guess we didn’t just grow apart, we grew up.”

You met Owen when you were fresh out of high school, 18 and young and stupid. You fell for each other quickly, falling hard into one another. He spoke palaces and kingdoms into your head, he made you believe it was you and him versus the world. He was it for you, you were done chasing. When you met, you felt a shift in the universe. Like everything had fell into place. His hands fit in yours perfectly. Your head fell into the crook of his neck like a puzzle piece. He knew what you were thinking before you could even take a breath to tell him. You knew him like the back of your hand, his facial structure, the way his nose scrunched up when he was excited about something. He was your person. Then you finished college. And it was time for you to figure your career life out. You were working as an intern for a local magazine when you applied for an internship abroad that would put you in direct contact with the writers and editors of Vogue. Your dream. And he was so wrapped in the idea of you being his forever, and only his and you being around whenever that when the words “a year abroad” fell from your lips, it felt as if his world was crashing down around him and it made him angry. At you, at himself. At Vogue. At your career. He was mad because you could be happy without him and he couldn’t without you.

“When something breaks, if the pieces are large enough, you can fix it. Unfortunately, sometimes things don’t break, they shatter.”

You fought endlessly back and forth for weeks. Small doses of good in between those fights. His hands balled into fists as you screamed about why you didn’t understand how he couldn’t just be happy for you. Why he couldn’t just support you and love you through anything. He screamed back that you would realize you’re better off without him and leave him. You softened at that. And you spent the rest of the night with him in your arms as you reassured him nothing and no one could ever make you as happy as he did, that you loved him deeper than the sea, higher than the mountains and wider than the canyons. He seemed younger, smaller in your arms. A broken, shell of a man, wounded by a decision you had unbeknownst to him already made.

“But when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter.”

Days leading up to the final fight, the facade between you two made you both believe you could do this. Long distance didn’t stand a chance against the love you two shared. There wasn’t a tangible thing on this earth that could break you two apart. You were a force to be reckoned with. You laughed and cuddled and made love, smiles and sweet touches shared between you two made you think everything was going to be just fine. It reminded you of your first Christmas spent together at his family’s house in Norman. How you spent a week getting to know the inner workings of this man’s mind, how he became the man you were so unbelievably in love with. You talked endlessly with his mom and sister, getting every story from his childhood. You sat and talked football with his dad, not even noticing the smile on Owen’s face when you’d joke with his family, smiling and fitting in perfectly. That Christmas was the first time he told you he loved you, he told you under a full moon with a fresh blanket of snow covering the ground. Noses red, eyes aglow with excitement. He had never seen someone so beautiful. The last days felt like the first days. And it made everything hurt so much deeper.

“And in those moments, when the pieces of what we were catch the sun, I’ll remember just how beautiful it was.”

The day before the final day, laying in his arms felt like home. He was going on about a movie he was auditioning for in a few weeks and you were playing with his hand, kissing each tip of his finger as you did so. He looked down and met your eyes before kissing you sweetly and telling you just how much he loved you. You flashed back to the night of your cousin’s wedding, him spinning you around and around to the song that became your song, Colourblind by Peach, he sang the words in your ear, his laughter sending warmth through your chest. You could’ve spent forever on that dance floor, wrapped in each other’s arms and dancing and laughing and in love.

“Just how beautiful it will always be. Because it was us. And we were magic. Forever.”

The last night was easy. All it took was him finding a boarding pass. Then it was a screaming match, hot tears and hair pulling. He thought his lungs were going to burst from how hard he was fighting. You thought you’d spontaneously combust from the anger you felt towards Owen. Your Owen. The last moment lingered, him standing between the open door and the entry way into your apartment. “So this is it?” he asked, meeting your bloodshot eyes with his own.

“This is it.” you say, looking down at your feet and a sob racked through your chest.

“Forever.” he mumbled, closing the door behind him.

“Forever.” you whispered, sliding down to the floor, already sobbing uncontrollably into your knees. The love of your life was no longer yours. But you had what you had. And maybe one day life would bring you back to each other. Maybe.

#jatp #charlie gillespie #julie and the phantoms #owen joyner #owen joyner smut #owen patrick joyner #owen patrick joyner smut

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quillsandtypos · 3 years

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Ski Trip

Summary: when the reader agrees to go on the annual ski trip up to the mountains with her boyfriend, Luke, and her friends she expected to go looking at mountains. But what she ends up doing doesn't require much hiking

Pairings: alive!Luke Patterson x reader

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: THIS IS NSFW FOREPLAY SMUT PEOPLE

If any of you have ever had a conversation with me and you read this fic, no you didn't

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"What are you two doing tomorrow?" Julie asked you.

You rolled into your stomach and propped your head up in your hands. “I’m not sure, but I know what we're doing next weekend, unfortunately.”

That peaked Julie’s interest, you weren’t usually much of a complainer. “Why unfortunately?” she questioned.

“Because I'm going on the Ski trip with him,” you whined. You wanted to spend time with Luke, you just didn't wanna go on the trip.

“Oh my god, you get to go?” she excitedly asked.

“Not helping,” you commented.

Julie smirked. “Sorry not sorry, I’ve been trying to get you to go for the past two years. And the first year, I couldn’t even go,” she pointed out.

“Yeah, so why would I have gone if you and Flynn weren’t even gonna be there?” you asked. As if on cue, Flynn walked down the stairs.

“Heard you guys were talking about me, all good things I hope?” she spoke as she walked down the stairs.

“Always,” you said, somewhat sarcastically.

She motioned for you to scoot over so she could have some space on the couch.

“So, if we’re done talking about me, did I hear someone say something about the ski trip?” Flynn questioned.

Before you could open your mouth Julie was already telling Flynn about how you were coming on the trip.

“You are?” Flynn squealed.

You tried to not get excited from their joy, but it was impossible; they were contagious.

You shyly smiled. “Yes, I’m going.”

“Yayyy!” Flynn yelled. The girl was practically jumping up and down.

“Oh who are you sharing a room with?” Flynn asked.

“Luke and I are,” you answered.

The girls exchanged a look you knew all too well.

“Shut up!” You covered your face with a pillow.

“We didn’t say anything!” they protested in almost complete unison.

You could feel your cheeks burning up. “Yeah, but you thought it,” you argued.

“Well whether we thought it or said it, you’re sharing a room with your boyyyyyyyfriend,” Flynn sang.

“If you guys start sing teasing me, I will leave,” you threatened.

“Don’t you need us to pick out your outfits?” Julie remembered.

“Oh, shit, yeah.”

“So in other words you have no leverage?” Flynn realized.

“I’m your ride home,” you reminded her.

“Outfits it is, but do not think we will be forgetting about this!” Flynn cried as she walked up to your bedroom.

“Whatever Flynn!” you yelled back.

“She’s right you know,” Julie slyly commented.

You just huffed in response.

The two of them did a very good job at helping maximize your california wardrobe for the mountains. Granted you had to go buy a couple things in advance, but overall, you felt confident that you could bear the cold of the mountains.

“Alright, I think you’ll survive,” Flynn proclaimed.

You closed your suitcase, and surprisingly you didn’t even have to sit on it.

“Thank you guys, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, it was our pleasure, especially since you’re actually coming this year,” Julie said.

You dropped them both back off their houses and they were nice enough to spare you from embarrassing you in the car ride.

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You heard someone creeping up behind you as you grabbed your stuff to head to your second class, and as you felt arms wrap around your waist you knew it was Luke.

You turned to face him. “So I was thinking if we get one of the window rooms then we can see the snow when it falls,” he proposed.

Your face lit up. “Wait, it’s gonna snow when we’re up there?” you excitedly asked.

He happily watched your beaming face “I mean that’s what the weather said.”

“Oh my god! I haven’t seen snow since-” you paused, “actually I don’t remember, but it’s been awhile.”

“Well there’s a good chance that’s gonna happen,” he said.

“You know you’re actually required to show up to school for them to allow you to come right?” you teased. Though originally it had been a legitimate concern.

He licked his lips. “I’ve been coming everyday so I could come on this trip,” he defended himself.

“Coming to school and staying in school are two very different things Patterson,” you playfully reminded him.

He leaned in closer and his voice got quieter. “And what’s that?”

You resisted the urge to swallow and pulled away from him. “One is what I’m doing right now, because I need to go to class.”

He pulled his lips tightly before sighing. “You got me there,” he admitted.

“I always do,” you said, as you started walking off. You turned around to see him still standing there, you would be lying if you said it didn’t bring you joy.

“Go to class Luke!” you yelled back at him.

“You got it!” he saluted you and walked the other way.

You playfully rolled your eyes. That boy would be the death of you, but you supposed there were worse ways to go.

That Friday you didn’t have any school since the school board figured it was pointless to send a bunch of kids to school the day before they went on a ski trip. There wasn’t going to be any actual learning anyway. You usually would’ve spent some of the day at Julie’s; which you did, but today it wasn’t in the studio for practice. You figured since she had helped you pack, you could at least keep her company as she packed.

“So who are you sharing a room with?” you asked her, as she sorted through her jeans.

“Me and Flynn just figured we’d share one,” Julie said offhandedly.

You chose to not comment on how she was obviously forcing herself to be casual.

“Ah I see, do you know if Alex and Reg are coming?”

“Yeah, and get this Alex and Willie are sharing a room,” she gossiped.

“I’m calling it right now, they're gonna start dating by the end of the weekend,” you hypothesized.

“I 100% agree.”

The two of you spent the next hour or so just discussing what sort of things you wanted to do while you were there over the weekend, and of course how much Flynn was running around her house frantically changing outfits. You actually were excited about going, not necessarily about the actual trip, and about dealing with certain classmates, but you were looking forward to being with Luke and hanging out with your friends.

For some reason when you woke up the next morning you were a little nervous, you supposed it was because you had never been skiing or snowboarding for that matter.

You got ready pretty minimally considering you were soon to be on a five hour bus ride. None of your family was up yet so when Luke pulled into your driveway you slipped out the door.

“You got everything?” Luke asked.

“Everything except my chill,” you responded with a smile.

“You’re gonna be alright, and you don’t have to do anything there you don’t wanna do, so if you don’t wanna risk a broken leg, then don’t.”

Despite your anxieties, you knew he was still right.

“Thanks Luke.”

“Anything for you.”

When the two of you got to the bus everyone else in your group had already gotten there. You, the rest of the band, Flynn, and Willie had made a plan for the bus.

“We have arrived,” you announced to your friends as you and Luke took your spots.

“And just in time too, people kept trying to take your seats,” Willie reported.

“Thanks for saving them,” Luke responded.

The two of you continued chatting with the rest of your friends until the bus driver instructed everyone to take their seats. The majority of everyone slept on the way up there but you were too anxious to get there to sleep. Instead you watched youtube as Luke napped on your shoulder.

“Luke, Luuuuuuuuuuuke, Luooooooooooooooke,” you spoke. You were trying to wake him up quietly but you were starting to realize that wasn’t going to work.

Luckily Reggie was awake. “Oh he’s a heavy sleeper, that’s not gonna work.”

Reggie basically got himself so he was dangling off both sides of his chair before yelling in his ear.

Luke awakened with a jolt, looking fairly startled.

You weren’t entirely sure whether you should laugh, throw Reggie under the bus, or maybe both.

“What happened?” Luke asked.

“I woke you up,” Reggie answered innocently.

“By yelling in my ear?” Luke groggily questioned.

Reggie quickly tried to backpedal himself out of this situation. “I mean I don’t think the method is relevant, the important thing is that you’re up.”

Luke wasn’t awake enough to deal with the situation at hand. He just chose to lay his head back on your shoulder.

By the time you had made it to the hotel you were ready to collapse. Luke laughed when you flung yourself onto one the beds.

“Should I be worried?” he asked, mostly as a joke.

“No,” you smiled and rubbed your face, “I’m just really tired.”

“You couldn’t sleep on the bus?” he guessed.

“Yeah,” you groaned.

“You know what would help?” he asked.

“Do tell,” you inquired, from your face down position.

“This,” he said, before he jumped on the bed beside you. He curled his warm body around you and pulled you in.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yes,” you responded. You attempted to melt further into him. You laid there in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes.

“Luke we should probably go do things,” you suggested. You attempted to get up but he pulled you back down.

You stayed with him but you turned around so you were facing him. “Luke?”

“Yes, y/n?”

You bit your lip, you had to admit, it was pretty cute. “Are you going to let me get up?” you asked.

He looked into your eyes lovingly. “Well if you’re trying to leave then no.”

“So that would be a no.”

“Well if you look at it that way then yeah,” he admitted with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Luke come o-” the rest of your sentence didn’t quite make it out. Your smart boyfriend decided to use your weak spot on your back against you.

“You wanna go now?” he teased.

“Not necessarily,” you lazily responded.

You could feel your willpower fading as the light stokes up and down your back sent a calm wave of chills through your body. But you knew if you didn’t use your chance now there was a good chance you weren’t getting out of that bed today.

“Luke come on we gotta go,” you whined. It’s not like you weren’t enjoying yourself, you most definitely were, but your friends had to be wondering where the two of you were.

“Alright, alright, fine,” he gave in.

“Can I have a kiss though?” he sweetly pleaded.

You gladly agreed, but you realized his plan of not leaving the room hadn’t quite ended when the kiss started leading down to your jaw.

“Luke you’re not sly,” you laughed.

“Oh is that so?” he asked, as he moved down to your jawline.

You nodded your head.

“Then why aren’t you moving?” he purred.

Okay, so he maybe had a point.

“You can tell me to stop,” he reminded you. He looked into your eyes for any sign of you wanting him to stop and waited.

“Unless of course, you don’t want me to stop?” he asked, with the biggest smirk you had ever seen on his face.

“Not necessarily,” you said, completely avoiding his eye contact.

He crawled over top of you, “What was that princess?” he asked.

You forced yourself to look into those beautiful blue eyes, and that devilish smile. “No, I don’t want you to stop Luke.”

“That’s what I needed to hear.” He bent his head down at your jawline, this time starting on the side of your jaw bone. He sucked at the skin and you bit your cheek down on a moan. He moved down from your neck pressing harder and making it harder for you to control yourself.

“Luke,” you moaned.

“Yes?”

“No marks.”

He smirked. “It’s a little late for that one.”

You rolled your eyes at his antics. “You suck.”

“I don’t think you're exactly in the position to be saying those sort of things,” he warned.

You raised your eyebrows. As if he thought you would back down that easily. “Really?”

He licked his lips and shrugged.

“Make me,” you insisted.

“Bad choice of words,” he threatened. In a second his shirt was off and one of his arms held your’s down and above you.

This time he noticed when you swallowed. “Nervous?” he asked, his lips quirked up.

He might’ve been starting to get to you, but you weren’t going to admit to it. “You wish Patterson,” you tested.

His head dipped down towards your collarbone. He lightly sucked on it and gradually increased his intensity until your body unwillingly gave you away and you gutturally moaned.

He jutted his chin out, the fire in his eyes on stage was nothing in comparison to this. “What about now?”

“Yes, Luke,” you groaned out.

He somehow managed to pull your shirt off with you laying down, and managed to unhook your bra with minimal difficulties.

His mouth softly sucked on the very top of your nipple.

“Fuck,” you moaned.

As he continued sucking at a rapid rate you felt the knot in your stomach twisting further, just as you thought it was going to release Luke stopped.

“How much do you want it?” he asked as he slowly pulled your pants down.

You were not going to give him the satisfaction of begging.

You felt a finger glide across your clit ever so slightly and back and forth he kept going, ever so slowly.

A whimper escaped your lips.

“Beg for me, that’s all you have to do,” he promised. He was most definitely enjoying himself.

He moved back up to your nipples but instead he moved as slow as he could, he was trying to break you.

“Come on princess, you know you want it,” he taunted.

A sole finger swiped down your pussy and your breath hitched.

“Luke please,” you moaned.

“What please? I think it has something to do with fucking you silly,” he hinted. He once again crawled over top of you to be able to see your face. Like a predator stalking prey.

“Please rail the shit out of me Luke,” you whined.

“That was all you had to say princess.”

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bibbawrites · 3 years

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Don’t Get Caught - Owen Joyner x Reader (16+)

Request: mischievous/playful/giggly sneaking around with Owen on set or evading Charlie in their apartment

Word Count: 3142 words

Summary: You are a makeup artist on set for Julie and The Phantoms and quickly began messing around with Owen, but the fear of potentially losing your job if anyone finds out has the two of you sneaking around and trying your best to not be caught aka 4 times you and Owen were almost caught messing around and one time you were

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, implied oral sex, reference to m*sturbation

A/N: hi all! so this is my first attempt at a jatp related fic so hopefully i do okay, sorry for any mistakes, most of this was written and edited from 2am-6am because those are my motivation hours i also don’t usually write reader insert so fingers crossed i dont mess this up lol. i have a ton of requests to work through so keep an eye out for things coming soon (hopefully) also, to the person who requested this, sorry it took so long (my dumb ass deleted 90% of it and had to start again) i really hope i did your idea justice :)

1. Makeup Trailer

The first time you met Owen was on your first day on set. Kenny had dragged the cast in to meet you, and something about Owen drew you in and you just knew you had to get to know the beautiful blonde boy.

Luckily your chance came sooner than expected when you were working alone in the makeup trailer a few days later. The door opened and Owen came in, smiling brightly when he saw you.

“Hey, you’re Y/N, right?” He asked. You nodded.

“I am.” You replied and he grinned.

“I’m Owen. Nice to meet you, again.” He said awkwardly.

You giggled at his awkwardness.

“Nice to meet you again too. Sit down.” You gestured to the chair in front of you and he sat down. You got to work quickly, working in silence for a few minutes before Owen spoke up.

“So how long have you been doing makeup for? You look young.” He asked.

“I’ve been doing it professionally for 5 years now. I started working in my mum’s salon when I was 15, and when I graduated I did a course to get me this job.” You told him. He paused.

“So you’re 20?” He questioned, and you nodded.

“I am.”

“Cool, I’m 19.” He said, and you hummed in response, concentrating on making sure his face didn’t looked cakey.

“So are you from around here?” You shook your head.

“Nah I moved here from Quebec.” You said.

“Alone? Or with your family or... boyfriend?” Owen asked, the last part sounding slightly bitter.

“Yeah I came alone, my mum is too busy with her salon, and my siblings are still in school. And I don’t have a boyfriend.” You told him and he grinned slightly.

“Good to know.” He muttered quietly. You raised an eyebrow, not quite hearing him properly.

“Sorry?” You asked. He shook his head.

“Nothing.”

“Okay...” You trailed off, not believing him. “Well you’re all done.”

“Already?” He frowned slightly.

“Yep.” You smiled.

“Oh. Thanks.” He stood up, pausing slightly.

“Can I get your number?” He asked, somewhat hesitantly. Realisation dawned on you.

“So that’s why you asked about a boyfriend.” You said, eyebrow raised.

“Guilty.” He grinned cheekily.

“Give me your phone.” You held out your hand and he placed his phone in it, and you quickly added a new contact, typing in your number and texting yourself from his phone.

“There. I’ll text you pretty boy.” You said, handing him his phone back. He grinned.

“I’ll see you around Y/N.” He said, turning to leave for the hair trailer. You watched him leave with a smile on your face.

A week of texting and flirting later and you found yourself alone with Owen in the makeup trailer again.

“So what scenes are you filming today pretty boy?” You questioned as you began to apply his makeup.

“Why do you always call me pretty boy?” He asked, ignoring your question.

“Because you’re pretty? And a boy?” You said, pulling a face.

“Are you flirting with me?” He grinned, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe.” You said. He bit his lip.

“So if I tried to kiss you you’d say?” He asked, and your heart skipped a beat.

“Eh why not?” You said it like it was nothing but inside you were freaking out.

“Y/N.” He groaned and you giggled.

“Just kidding.” You teased.

“So?” He asked again after a moment of silence. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh my god just kiss me you dork.” Owen didn’t even take a second to think about it, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap, connecting your lips in a less than innocent kiss. Your lips fitted together perfectly, and he tasted faintly of blueberry and spearmint. After what felt like a lifetime he pulled away from you, leaving you panting and wanting more.

“Wow that was...” He was the first to speak, his voice breathy. You nodded.

“Yep.” You said simply. “I should probably...”

You stood up from his lap, and had barely stepped away when the door opened.

“Hey Y/N, one of my lashes came off and... oh...” Savannah’s voice came, the young actress pausing when she saw how close the two of you were.

“Hey Savannah.” You said with a smile. She returned your smile before glancing back at Owen.

“Sorry, did I interrupt something?” She asked. The two of you shook your heads.

“No, not at all.” You said.

“I was just leaving.” Owen added, standing up from his chair. Savannah raised an eyebrow.

“If you say so.” She replied as Owen left the trailer quickly. The door shut behind him and Savannah grinned at you.

“You like him.” She said, her tone teasing.

“No...” You denied. Savannah rolled her eyes.

“You so do Y/N. And I know Owen, he definitely likes you too.” She told you.

“If you say so.” You said, grabbing a new fake lash to fix the missing one.

Savannah grinned.

“Oh I know so. You’ll see.”

2. Julie’s Bedroom Set

“Come on Y/N, what’s the worst that could happen?” Owen had said as he dragged you through the filming lot towards the set of Julie’s bedroom. You had been heading off to grab some lunch when he had intercepted you and asked if you wanted to “hang”, which by this point you knew was code for hide somewhere and make out for a while. You had originally said no, but those darn puppy eyes had made you say yes before you even realised you were saying it.

“What if someone catches us?” You had questioned, but Owen silenced your worries with a blistering kiss that left you breathless.

“We’ll be fine.” He muttered as he pulled away. “Don’t stress.”

“Famous last words.” You muttered, allowing him to pull you back in and kiss you again. You ran your fingers through his hair, knowing that he would have to have it fixed up before his next scene anyways.

It had been a few weeks since that first kiss in the makeup trailer, and since then you had learnt the taste and feeling of Owen’s lips on yours, a feeling that was now so familiar to you that it felt like second nature.

You mindlessly kissed him back, thanking your past self for deciding to use your favourite chapstick flavour, choc mint, on him earlier that morning when you did his makeup for the day.

You pulled away to take a breath and he grinned at you.

“I’m glad we met.” He said. You blushed slightly.

“Me too.” You agreed.

He pulled you back in and kissed you again, this kiss more passionate than the last, and you shuffled closer to him, your lips never leaving his for a second. You could feel his hands resting on your waist, his tongue in your mouth, the scent of his cologne filling your nostrils.

Suddenly you heard a noise and you pulled away quickly, the fear of being caught overpowering your feelings for Owen.

“Someone’s coming.” You said quickly. Owen frowned.

“What?” He questioned.

“There’s someone coming.” You repeated and his expression changed to fear.

“Fuck, what do we do? Run?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yes.”

He grabbed your hands and pulled you up off the bed, linking your fingers together before dragging you off the set, the both of you giggling the whole way back to his trailer.

“It’s kinda fun, almost but not quite getting caught.” You admitted once the two of you were curled up on the couch in his trailer.

“It is.” He agreed. “But do you know what’s even more fun?”

“What?” You questioned.

“Making out with you.”

And if Owen went back to set with the taste of your orgasm on his tongue that was for only the two of you to know.

3. Owen and Charlie’s Living Room

You had just finished some finishing touches on Savannah’s makeup when Owen burst into the makeup trailer.

“You’re all done.” You told Savannah and she grinned.

“Thanks Y/N.” She stood up from the chair. “See you later. Bye Owen.”

She glanced between the two of you, before turning and giving you a quick wink as she left, leaving you and Owen alone in the trailer.

“So?” You spoke, beginning to pack up your brushes. “Why are you here?”

“Well you see, I’m finished for the day and I checked your schedule and you are too, and I was wondering if you wanted to come back to my place to watch a movie and chill or something.” Owen spoke, plopping himself into one of the chairs and spinning around.

"What about Charlie?” You asked, placing your brush bag into the large drawer of your makeup supplies.

“He’s filming the Perfect Harmony scene with Madi. We’d have the place to ourselves for at least a few hours.” You paused, considering his offer.

“Okay.” You replied simply. He cheered.

“Are you ready to go now?” He asked, standing up, and you nodded. He grinned slightly, pulling you in and kissing you softly.

“Hi, by the way.” He whispered once he pulled away. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Let’s just go.”

You somehow managed to make it off set and back to the building where most of the cast and crew were living without anyone noticing the two of you together.

“What floor?” You asked as you hopped into the elevator.

“6.” He replied, and you pressed the button, riding in silence to his floor. He took your hand, pulling you towards the apartment he shared with Charlie, unlocking the front door and dragging you towards the couch.

“So you mentioned a movie?” You said once the two of you were settled. Owen nodded.

“I did, what do you wanna watch?” He asked.

“I actually have a better idea.” You grinned, climbing on top of him, straddling his waist.

“Oh I see.” He replied, grabbing your top and pulling you down to kiss you roughly.

It felt like no time had passed at all when suddenly the front door unlocked.

“Fuck.” You said, jumping off him quickly and settling onto the couch next to Owen, pretending as if you’d been there the whole time. Charlie entered the room, frowning slightly when he saw you sat on the couch.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Charlie questioned, throwing his bag onto the chair.

“I.. Um...” You stumbled. “I was just leaving.”

You stood up quickly, thankful that the shoes you wore were slip on’s.

Charlie eyed Owen carefully as the door shut and Owen shrugged.

“Should I ask?” Charlie questioned. Owen shook his head.

“Nope.”

4. Owen’s Bedroom

After a couple of close calls on set and in the living room, the next time you came over you and Owen went straight to his room.

He laid down on his bed and you climbed on top of him, kissing him instantly.

“God you’re perfect.” He muttered, lips and tongues combining in a mess of passion and lust. Owen pulled at your shirt, tugging it over your head, and you did the same for him. His lips trailed down your neck, sucking gently to leave a mark.

The front door opened and Owen groaned.

“Shit, is that Charlie?” You asked. He nodded. “What do we do?”

“Uh... get in the closet.” He suggested and you giggled, grabbing onto your shirt so Charlie wouldn’t see it if he came in.

“Owen? You here?” Charlie called, and Owen dragged you into the closet, pulling the door shut behind you.

“Shh.” Owen whispered. You tried to hide your smile.

“I didn’t say anything.” You told him, and he rolled his eyes playfully. The door to Owen’s room opened and the two of you froze, bodies pressed together.

“God I hope that’s your phone pressed against my leg.” You whispered after a moment. Owen pulled a face in the darkness.

“Uh... no.” He replied, and you giggled awkwardly.

“Don’t laugh, this isn’t funny.” He whined.

“It is funny. We’re trapped in your closet waiting for Charlie to leave and you still manage to be turned on?” You questioned with a giggle

“I can’t help it when someone as attractive as you is pressed up against me. Plus you don’t have a shirt on so...” He trailed off.

“Oh yeah?” You pressed yourself against his body more forcefully. Owen groaned quietly.

“Fuck, stop it.” He muttered. You smirked.

“No.” You whispered, and Owen placed his hands on your waist.

“Y/N...” His voice was low, and just the sound of it sent flutters through your stomach.

“Owen...” You replied just as quietly. “Before you ask, I’m not gonna fuck you in a closet.”

“Why not?” He whined. You rolled your eyes.

“You shouldn’t even have to ask that question.”

The front door slammed shut and Owen let out a sigh of relief, pushing open the closet door. You stepped past him and made your way over to the bed, Pulling your shirt back on before sitting down to pull your shoes on.

“Wait where are you going?” He questioned, pouting.

“Back to set, I have a job to do, remember?” You reminded him, tying your laces on your left shoe before reaching for the right.

“Can’t you call in sick?” He tried. You raised an eyebrow.

“From my lunch break?” He shrugged.

“Food poisoning?”

“Owen.” You gave him a look and he groaned, flopping onto the bed.

“Fine. But what am I supposed to do about this?” He motioned towards his crotch. You stood up, grabbing your phone, and walked towards the door, pausing before you exited the room.

“You have a hand. Use it.” And with that, you left.

+1. Owen and Charlie’s Kitchen

It was a day off from filming so you decided to have a lazy day. It was almost lunch time when you woke up, and you would have slept longer if it wasn’t for your phone ringing obnoxiously from its spot on your nightstand.

You rolled over, grabbing the phone and answered without even checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” You spoke, voice full of sleep.

“Good morning, Charlie has gone for a hike, wanna come over?” Owen’s voice came through the phone.

“Sure, why not. Give me half an hour to have a shower and get changed.” You replied, already climbing out of bed. Owen cheered causing you to smile slightly.

“Awesome, I’ll see you in half an hour.” He said. “And don’t eat anything.”

“Okay.” You replied, and before you could even say goodbye he had hung up. You rolled your eyes, throwing your phone back onto the bed and grabbing a simple outfit of a crop t-shirt and shorts out of your wardrobe, before heading into the bathroom to get ready.

25 minutes later you were knocking on the door of Owen and Charlie’s apartment. The door opened, revealing a shirtless Owen, and you had to stop yourself from checking him out as he let you in.

“Any reason why I wasn’t allowed to eat?” You questioned, following him down the hall into the kitchen.

“Because, I thought we could make pancakes together.” He gestured to the pile of ingredients sitting on the counter.

“How domestic. Didn’t realise we had become a married couple.” You teased, and he blushed slightly.

“I just thought it would be fun.” He defended, and you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“It will be. And delicious.” You agreed.

He grinned, grabbing the ingredients.

“Let’s get started then.”

Somehow you found yourself sitting on the counter, eating the batter while Owen cooked the pancakes.

“There!” Owen exclaimed, flipping the last pancake onto the plate he had gotten out. “All done.”

He turned to face you, his smile turning into a look of concentration.

“You have a little something...” He said, positioning himself between your legs. You paused, waiting for him to move. Slowly he lifted his hand, running his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Much better.” He muttered. The two of you were still, a stand off to see who would make the first move. You leaned in slowly, connecting your lips in a soft kiss.

It was as if the first brush of your lips opened the floodgates. Owen grabbed onto your thighs, dragging you forward, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, the pancakes long forgotten.

You tangled your hands through his hair, moaning slightly when you felt his hands on your ass, and he took that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You were so caught up in each other that you didn’t even hear the front door open.

“Hey Owen, I forgot my-” Charlie’s voice came, stopping abruptly as he took in the scene in front of him.

Owen stepped away from you quickly, but even if Charlie hadn’t seen you kissing, it was obvious what the two of you had been up to.

No one blinked. Finally, Owen broke the silence.

“You were meant to be hiking all day.” He said, somewhat defensively.

“I forgot my phone, so I came back for it. I figured you’d be on the couch where I left you. I didn’t realise you’d be...” He stopped, focusing his attention on you. “Hi Y/N.”

You waved awkwardly.

“So...” Charlie looked between you and Owen. “Am I pretending I didn’t see this, or...” He trailed off.

You and Owen shared a look before nodding.

“Just for now, at least.” You said, and Charlie nodded.

“Got it. Well, have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Oh, and if you have sex on the kitchen counter please clean it afterwards. I eat off that thing.” He winked at Owen and before either of you could respond he had left the room.

“Sorry about him.” Owen sighed slightly.

“You didn’t know he’d leave his phone. Besides, now we can hang out here together and not have to worry about Charlie walking in on something he doesn’t know about.” You replied, and Owen grinned, leaning in to kiss you again.

You had just started to find a rhythm in kissing again when a cleared throat broke you apart.

“Dude!” Owen exclaimed, glaring at Charlie who was leaning against the wall, grinning cheekily.

“Just wanted to say goodbye. And warn you that I’ll be back at 3, so make sure any... activities-” He winked suggestively. “Are done by then.”

“Get out.” Owen glared at him. Charlie grinned, turning to leave quickly.

“Bye Y/N!” He called back as he left.

“Bye.” You called, giggling slightly.

Owen rolled his eyes as the front door shut behind Charlie. Focusing his attention back on you he smiled slightly.

“Now where were we?” He questioned, pulling you back in and connecting your lips again.

And if you did end up having sex on the kitchen counter, Charlie would never have to know.

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Three in a bed | Owen x reader x Charlie

a/n: so, basically it’s my first time writing a smut, I don’t really like it but my friends did and wanted me to post it. This is my first time so like.. be nice?

Description: y/n gets broken up with and becomes bold. All her boldness turns into sex

Warning: smut and language

(This is not to make anyone disgusted, that’s why there is a warning, so don’t start writing anything rude to me or anyone) Have a nice day! :)

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Bubby<3(Charlie)

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C: Hey, Owen and I were

wondering if you wanted

to hang?

Where?

C: Oh, yeah. Shit. Owen's place.

I would enjoy it. Bryce broke

up with me and I've been a

little upset.

C: You okay? You definitely

need to come over

I'm horny

C: Stop texting me weird stuff

so late at night

I'm just gonna come over

C: Okay, weirdo...

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"Hey, y/n!" Owen yelled happily, opening the door. "Hey," I softly said, walking past him. I slid off my jacket, placing down my black coach purse.

"What's up with her?" Owen whispered over to Charlie. "You know her and Bryce?" Owen nodded, trying to follow along. "Well, they broke up." Owen did a little frown at Charlie's words.

"Do you know what's on her shirt?" Owen pointed over to her as she stood staring at them. Charlie shook his head, messing with his fingers.

"Um, uh," Owen lifted his hand again, clearing his throat. "Why are you whispering?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Y-your- um shirt," I looked down, gagging.

"I forgot about that," I quickly rushed to the bathroom that was on the left. I looked up in the mirror that had black cabinets. "Stupid dog," I threw off my top that had throw up on it.

I stood there staring at myself in my push-up bra. I reached over, grabbing a towel, trying my best to clean myself up. I looked down at my black shorts, seeing a little throw up, and taking them off quickly.

~Outside with the boys~

"Dude, d-did you see her?" Charlie tapped Owen's chest. "Y-you thinkin what I'm thinkin?" Owen's face lit up, nodding.

"Boobs," Charlie said, looking over at Owen. "Throw up," Owen said at the same time as Charlie, also looking over at him.

Owen furrowed his eyebrows, hitting Charlie in the chest. "What the fuck Charlie?" Charlie threw his hands up in defense. "What dude?" Owen scoffed, hitting Charlie again. "We have known her for years. She is our best friend, a-and you're looking at her tits?"

Charlie scoffed, realizing that little issue. As Owen was about to speak up to break the silence, the bathroom door opened up. Owen and Charlie gulped seeing the sight ahead of them.

"Y-you" Owen stuttered, freezing his words. "Why are you naked?" Charlie said in a lower pitched voice.

"Judging me?" I crossed my arms at their staring. Owen shook his head quickly, placing his hands behind his back. "N-nope," Charlie scratched the back of his neck.

"Are you gonna get me some clothes?" I walked over to them, taking a sip of the water that was on the table. Owen looked at me wide-eyed, trying not to move.

"Owen, you okay?" Charlie questioned, tapping his lower back. I looked up, catching Owen's eyes on me. "Close your eyes... Owen," I smirked, standing all the way up.

Charlie gave me a little look, having a little glare come into his eyes. "I-I- maybe I should get a- um- shirt for you?" Owen said as a question, trying to walk away.

I grabbed his arm, stopping him lightly. "Can I kiss you?" I randomly said, seeing Charlie clap his hands together.

Owen gulped, nodding. I grabbed his face, licking my lips lightly. I felt three hands creep onto my waist. I pushed all my weight onto Owen as I smacked away the other hand.

"Charlie, you will get your attention. Be patient," I gave him a flirty little look. I looked back at Owen, seeing him staring at me in awe.

"This isn't anything how I imagined tonight to go," Owen let out softly. I pushed my pink lips onto his, feeling his hands grasp my ass.

"Fuck, can we take this to the bedroom?" Charlie called out from the side. Owen bit my bottom lip, pulling it slightly, and earning a little moan from me.

He slipped his tongue in quickly, feeling his cold rings hit my waist and squeezing on me tightly. I felt two hands start to push me over to Owen's room. I smirked, knowing it was Charlie. Owen cupped my cheek, pushing back slowly, and smiling down at me.

Owen started pulling down his pants as I walked over to Charlie, trying to help his little squirms. "Can you just help me with this zipper?" Charlie put his hands behind his head, smirking lightly.

I scoffed playfully, sticking out my tongue as I focused on his gray zipper. I pulled it down, hearing a scratchy noise. Charlie continued to squirm out of his pants. I heard a little laughter from behind me, "I think you'll be happy to know that I'm not wearing any underwear." Owen pushed down his pants, out springing up a big, large, hard cock.

I gulped, looking down at it. He smiled, pulling off his shirt sexually. I looked him up and down, feeling Charlie's hand from behind me slide from my knee to my upper thigh. I felt butterflies tense in my stomach.

"I saw that. You just checked me out." Owen said, taking his clothes and threw them across the room. Charlie stood up from the little chair he sat on. He grabbed my waist, lifting me, and throwing me onto the bed.

Charlie laughed at my little gasp. Owen walked over to Charlie, lifting off his shirt for him. "I notice how your text is all of a sudden making you bold." Charlie smirked like Jeremy did in 'Julie and the phantoms' as Reggie.

I giggled, holding my hands over my stomach. I looked up seeing Owen tighten his grip on Charlie's dick. I felt myself fluster up, running my hands up and down my thighs.

Before I knew it, Charlie was pushing Owen back into the bed. He crawled over, kissing Owen harshly. Charlie reached over, placing a hand on my thigh, moving in closer to my clit.

He rubbed it slightly, removing his hand quickly, making me hiss at the loss. He took the hand that he had on me and started jerking off Owen slowly, still harshly kissing him.

He moved back, detaching his lips, leaning down to Owen's dick slowly. He started laying soft kisses on Owen's abs, making it down to his v-line. "Say please," Charlie said, lightly kissing Owen's tip.

Owen's body twitched under his touch. "C-Charlie, dude, please," he clenched his teeth together, grunting lightly. Charlie smirked at his best friend's face.

Charlie slowly put his lips on the tip. He sucked lightly, loving to see Owen whimper. Owen placed his hands on the back of Charlie's head, gripping his hair tightly. "Charlie, go," Owen nodded his head towards me. Charlie looked up, seeing me fingering my pussy, and holding back a whimper.

I threw my head back looking at them, Charlie smirked, sucking harder on Owen's tip. Owen pushed his hips up, making Charlie gag. I looked up from my sweaty face, pulling my fingers out of my pussy, and starting to rub my clit.

Owen took his hands that were still on Charlie's head, pushing him deeper. Charlie had saliva dripping out of his mouth, eyes bloodshot red. Owen wrapped his legs behind Charlie's back.

Owen reached over for my hand, trying to pull me over to him. But before he could, I hit a spot, making me choke out a moan, looking right at Charlie. Charlie pulled himself off of Owen, making owen give Charlie a disgusting glare. "Stop distracting me," Charlie said, eyeing me.

Owen took my wrist that was in my pussy, putting my fingers into his mouth, and pulling me closer. He started sucking on them lightly as Charlie started going back down on him. I took my open hand, put it over Owen's hand that was on Charlie's head, pushing him to the point where his nose was touching Owen's pubs.

Charlie gagged, tears threatening to fall from his face. I could honestly see Owen's dick hitting the back of Charlie's throat. Charlie's cheeks sucked so tight, trying to get anything from Owen. I took Owen's free hand that was holding onto the bedsheets tightly, and lead him to cuff my boob.

Owen inhales deeply, biting his lip. "I'm gonna cum," Charlie's face lit up, I could already tell he was gonna do a lot. Charlie unhooked one of his hands from Owen's thigh, lightly playing with Owen's right ball.

Charlie removed his mouth, again. He jiggled his balls a little in his hands before kissing Owen's tip unexpectedly. Owen's face lit up, soon coming out a white, warm liquid. I could tell Owen was embarrassed how easy he let go, so I kissed him.

I opened my eyes in between the kiss, looking down at Charlie, he was swallowing every last bit. Once he was finished, he pushed himself up off of Owen's thighs.

Owen released from the kiss, looking over at Charlie. "Close your eyes and hold out your hands," Charlie said, pointing to me. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking down at Owen. "Please," Owen said with his little green puppy dog eyes, pushing out his bottom lip.

"They're closed, what are y'all gonna do?" I questioned. I felt four hands carry me off the bed and put me down on my knees.

I heard Charlie do a little laugh. I felt two hard long objects touch me, bouncing on and off my face. "Oh," I let out playfully. I opened my eyes slowly, knowing Owen was gonna cum faster and easier, especially with what just happened.

I took both of their dicks in my hand, pushing the tips together as they moaned in sync. Owen started kissing Charlie all over his neck, trying to make him more sensitive. I took in Charlie just a little bit. I then took Owen in all the way. Jerking them off each time I did the other person.

Owen stuttered out a quiet moan. I went back to Charlie, sucking and working him off. I felt two hands, one being Charlie's and the other Owen, grab the back of my head.

They put both their dicks in my mouth, just the tip. I looked up, seeing little smirks. I mentally tried to prepare, but it was too late. Before I could react my head was being bobbed, up and down.

I was gagging as tears came crawling down my face. "We really do love her bro," Charlie said, kissing Owen's shoulder. I started to push through as my throat got sore. I felt numb, but a good kind of numb. I started sucking as hard as I could tasting their pre-cum spill from my lips.

I could hear the whimpers and feel the shakes from above me, I knew they were gonna let go any second. I put my hands back on, trying my best at least, and grabbed the very little parts that couldn't fit in my mouth.

Right as I did that, Owen released, no warning, nothing. I gagged as it spilled all over my breast and out my mouth. Owen took his out, jerking off to the side, just standing there watching me and Charlie.

I slid off, trying to catch my breath as Owen took his hand and pushed me back onto Charlie. "Gotta keep going, especially for Charlie. You shouldn't stop moving. He's almost done." Owen let out, breathing was limited. I nodded, sucking on his tip the best I could.

I felt a warm liquid shoot into the back of my throat, spit spilling everywhere as I tried swallowing it all. Charlie's cock twitched, leaving me gasping for air. They took me by my arms, lifting me.

"Your turn, baby," Owen and Charlie called out at the same time. I huffed already tired, but knowing it would be good. I climb up onto the bed, spreading my legs apart. Charlie jumped on excitedly and Owen just slid next to me, holding my thigh.

"Before we do this, let me get this straight," Owen gulped, nodding at me to finish. "Owen basically had two rounds, Charlie had one, and I have had none?" Charlie nodded, "but we aren't even close to being done, especially with you."

Charlie took my other thigh into his hand. They both licked their lips like they'd been starving for such a long time. "You guys just gonna sit there?" Charlie growled at my little comment, Owen knowing what he was gonna do.

Charlie pulled me to the edge of the bed as Owen and him both got on their knees in front of my already wet pussy. Charlie took his hand and moved it closer and closer to my throbbing vagina.

He took a finger, separating my folds causing me to cry out a moan. "Hey! Quiet, my neighbors are rude and hate me being loud," I scoffed at Owen, knowing I'll use that against him later.

"Shut it," I snapped, wanting more. "What did you just say?" Owen snapped his head up from looking at my folds. Charlie let out a small cry, just wanting to eat me out.

"Just do your work!" I called out, "you are so gonna pay for this later," Owen said, putting his head back down.

Charlie was the first to go in, sucking harshly, but amazingly on my clit. I threw my head back feeling dizzy already. My eyes fluttered shut as I felt another hand spread me out further. They both started sucking and teasing me. I pushed my hips up so their little stubbles on their faces would rub against me. Charlie laughed causing a vibration to run through me.

I put my hand on his head, just simply wanting more. I felt large fingers run from my asshole to my clit again. I felt Owen stick out his tongue into me as I arched my back and tilted my head back in so much pleasure.

Charlie lifted his head, trying to figure out my emotions. "You look so gorgeous," he ran his hand on my lower stomach, making me shake under the touch. I started shivering as I felt three fingers slide inside of me.

Little did they know I was a virgin. I mean.. the only thing I've done is blow guys off and finger myself. But I-I've never been eaten out or maybe even more. ;)

Owen moved his head so it was facing my thigh. He ran his teeth lightly across my thigh, winking up at me. His light cool breath on my thigh made me wanna die.

Owen and Charlie both went back to the main area. Charlie still was fingering me, hard and fast, leaving me speechless. They both started lapping my pussy with their tongues.

I felt weak. Like I was giving up. I was shaking. My hips wouldn't stop shivering into their faces. I threw my head back and rolled my eyes to the back of my head. I could see the love in their eyes when I looked back down at them.

"Guys I'm close," I yelped out, feeling my insides clench together. "Can we fuck after?" I could see Charlie's eyes open wide.

Before they could respond, Owen snuck two fingers in, I was covering them with wetness. My whole body shook quickly before I just let go. My orgasm left me shaking, they lapped their tongues every which way. Trying to get every last drop.

"Our beautiful girl, you were amazing," I smiled shyly, seeing Charlie crawl up my body. I could see a smirk fall across Owen's face, he quickly grabbed Charlie's dick that was spread out on my stomach and jerked it off quickly. He pulled away, climbing onto the bed like he didn't lay a single hand on Charlie.

Charlie grunted as he slipped his mouth onto mine. Whoa. His kiss was electric. It felt like fire rushed through me.

Owen pushed us apart, grabbing Charlie and pushing him over to the headboard. I automatically knew what Owen was thinking. "Maybe this is a good time to tell y'all." I stopped looking at them. "I- uh- I'm a virgin and that was my first time getting eaten out." Charlie's smile faded.

"Why are you lying?" I furrowed my eyebrows, "I'm not bubba," he had a pure look of shock on his face. "You sure you wanna ride me then?" I gulped thinking of getting stretched out, nodding slowly.

"Nope. That won't work. We need words." Owen says behind me. "M-maybe?" I said as a question. Charlie pushed himself up on his hands. "What do you mean maybe? It's a yes or no question."

I messed with my fingers, "I really wanna do this, yes." Owen smiled, kissing my temple lightly. "Do you know what a condom is?" I scoffed hitting Charlie's chest. "I'm not an idiot," I rolled my eyes playfully.

He opened up Owen's nightstand, purple and gold condoms all laid out inside. "How many of these do you have?" Owen scratched the back of his neck, "Whatever is in three big-box worth," I giggled at Owen, watching him rip open the condom and slide it on himself carefully.

I straddled Charlie's lap lightly, attaching our lips and pulling at his hair. I slightly moaned as a felt a hand grab my lower ass and spread me apart. I felt a tip of Charlie's dick on my sensitive area. I moaned into the kiss, giving him accesses to my mouth for his tongue.

I felt cold rings on my hips, Owen, duh, and push me down. I cried out a little Yelp as Owen and Charlie stopped everything, looking at me concerned. "Baby, you okay?" I nodded at Owen, smiling slightly. "I'll get used to it, just start," Owen started using his hands to push me up and down as Charlie and I moaned and whimpered into it all.

I started grinding up against Charlie and started moving faster. Owen soon let go and started jerking off. I leaned back, hands-on Charlie's calves. Right as I did that, his dick just kept hitting this angle.

I cried out in pleasure, tears forming in my sweaty eyes. "I'm gonna let go," Charlie nodded, clenching his teeth. I felt my insides clench together and before I knew it, I let go, again.

Charlie started to help me keep moving, for him. He was grunting and holding onto my tit tightly. "Oh fuck-" Owen yelled causing a smirk to grow on my face. "You're the one who said to be quiet and you're not being quiet," I said as I leaned back into Charlie's chest, feeling his breathing get heavier.

He let go, warm fluid spilling out into the condom. I shivered, wrapping my arms around his torso. And kissing him so light on the chest. We sat there for a minute, catching our breath.

I heard a grunt, looking behind me to a jealous-looking Owen. "Wait a minute... are you Jealous?" He shook his head with his arms crossed. "Wanna join in this round?" Owen lit up, nodding harshly.

"My ass?" I questioned him as charlie grabbed the lube. "You have this stuff laying anywhere?" Charlie and Owen just laughed, not answering my question.

Owen jumped over to me, we all knew at this point this round would be fast. We were all super sensitive at this point, it could happen in 2 minutes for all I know.

Charlie was still staying inside of me as Owen took a bit of lube putting it on himself and me. Charlie took his hands off my waist and spread my ass cheeks apart. "Ready babe?" I nodded, feeling a tip hit my hole, moaning as he pushed in quickly.

Charlie hit Owen on the arm. "Dude, her first time. That was harsh!" Owen shrugged and mumbled a sorry. Owen grabbed my hair and twirled it in his hands, ready to pull my head back. "Your hair is so soft." Owen randomly spat out, all of us chuckling after.

They made sure it was okay to move and that I was okay with this. Which, I was. I was bouncing up and down, side to side, honestly every which way. I was kissing Owen upside down, I mean everything was hectic.

Charlie had a hand on Owen's lower back and the other on my boob. The same thing with Owen but one hand was wrapped to the front of my waist. Charlie dropped his hand from my tit and started rubbing my clit.

I started moaning so loud the whole world could probably hear me. Owen stuck a finger in my mouth to suck on as I clenched around Charlie's dick. "Fuck- Charlie- Owen- we never replaced his condom- fuck oh yes-" they didn't respond they were probably seeing stars.

"Y/n I'm almost there- oh shit-" Owen moaned out, joining Charlie to rub my clit. I released before owen, purposely clenching my asshole and wrap tightly around Charlie's cock. They both moaned and grunted, rolling their eyes.

"Right there- oh oh- yes-" Charlie said feeling me clench around him. Owen let go this amazingly warm liquid, filling me amazingly. Owen pulled out, falling on the left side, Charlie let go, feeling it drop out the condom and onto his pub hairs.

I climbed off and laid between them. "I liked that," I said out of breath. I felt like I could hear them smirk. I wrapped my arms around them, pulling them close, so their faces hit my boobs.

Charlie laughed, mumbling, "you're so cute when you're tired," I kissed the top of his sweet sweaty head, smiling happily.

"We need to talk about what happened tonight, tomorrow morning," Owen called out from the side. I was about to answer, but my eyelids got too heavy, and I m passed out. With them in my arms.

The boys talked about how they loved me calling out their names. How they want to be more dominant next time. They wanna punish each other next time. And definitely not do five rounds again, maybe just three instead. They kept going on and on of how they loved y/n, until they fell asleep, Charlie drooling on her boob and Owen licking it.

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I woke up with the boys cleaning me up. "Oh look who's awake." Charlie said, smiling playfully. "We are so sorry for last night and never cleaning you," I gave Owen a smile smile. They crawled back into bed, cuddling into my side. Before I jumped up at a thought. "What time is it?" Owen turned behind him, trying to check.

"12:34pm, why?" He spoke softly. "Shit. I'm late for work!" I jumped up, hitting Owen on his dick. He grunted, curling his body into a ball. "You fucking hurt Owen," Charlie called out, rubbing Owen's back. "Come back to bed y/n," Charlie looked over at me as I slid on a random t-shirt.

"I cannot be late, they will fire me, again." Owen hissed still in pain. "We don't care, if something happens we will take you under our hands. Just come back," I quickly jumped over, back onto them. Smacking light kisses on Owen ticklish spot. I even went down to his stomach, knowing I was leaving him throbbing.

Charlie grabbed me by the waist, pulling me off of Owen. "You gotta show me lovin!" He called out playfully. He gave me a slow passionate kiss, it felt like I was in heaven. He pulled back, kissing my forehead softly. "Is that my shirt?" Owen said lightly from behind, leaving Charlie and I giggling.

"Last night was amazing," I said lightly. "You guys are the ones that took my virginity, and I'm happy about it." I smiled down at my fidgeting hands.

"You seem worried," Owen sat up, leaning on the headboard. "D-did you feel pressured to have sex with us? Oh my god. If you did we are so terribly sorry," Charlie said, letting out a soft scared voice.

Charlie also sat up, waiting for my response. "You guys are insane. I trust you two with all my heart. Of course I wanted too," I pushed myself up so I was right next to them, same angle and everything.

"Can I braid your hair?" I let out randomly to Owen as he nodded. "That's a relief," Charlie said to the side. I giggled, knowing I didn't purposely mean to scare them like that. I got behind Owen and took his long dirty blonde hair into my hands. I tugged a little, trying to get a perfect French braid. "Owen stop moving!" He yelped in pain. "Sorry, Jesus Christ," he kept complaining and arguing with me.

Charlie sat his head in between Owen's lap, still neither with pants on. Owen finally moved causing me to mess the whole thing up. "Stop moving and fussing. I'm just braiding your hair!" He put on a pouty face and stuck his tongue out at me. I giggled, smirking lightly and loving the way I could be myself with them, without them taking it toooooo seriously.

I finished up Owen's braids, kissing each of them on the lips, and organizing them to a cuddling position. They smiled at how focused I was. That whole evening was sloppy, we kissed, cuddled, watched movies, and baked little cookies.

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Maybe might make a little series, obviously not all smut but yeah :)

Hope you enjoyed (:

#charlie gillespie oneshots #owen joyner imagine #owen patrick joyner imagine #smut #charlie gillespie smut #luke patterson smut #fanfic #owen joyner #owen joyner smut

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sunset-curve-fantom · 3 years

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Masterlist

A/N: I HOPE YOU ENJOY ALL OF THESE STORIES. ALL THE 18+ ARE ONES THAT INCLUDE SMUT.

Luke Patterson Imagines:

In The Background

Size Beautiful

The Music in Me

Status

Perfect Harmony 18+

Unsaid Emily

What If

Wake Up

Hollywood Ghost Club 18+

School or Music 18+

In a World of Dogs 18+

Jealously

Reggie Peters Imagines:

Scary

Julie and Luke Platonic Imagines:

Sickness

JATP Cast Imagines:

Clumsy

Madison and Charlie Platonic Imagines:

Migraine

Bucky Barnes Imagines:

Don’t 18+

Home 18+

Steve Rogers Imagines:

Captain’s Girl 18+

Fred Weasley Imagines:

The Closet 18+

Chris Evans Imagines:

The Sexiest Man Alive 18+

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skieswords · 3 years

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Until Him {Owen Joyner x Reader}

Request: Owen taking the reader’s virginity and being surprised when she likes it.

Summary: Y/N and Owen have been dating for almost a year, but as her 20th birthday approached, she decides she wants to take their relationship to the next level.

Warnings: smuuuuuuuut

“Come on, y/n, just tell me! I have no idea.”

Y/N shrugged and smiled at her boyfriend’s distressed expression.

“I don’t want anything from you! You’ve given me everything just by being yourself.”

Owen gagged and rolled his eyes.

“Shut up. You’re getting something whether you like it or not- surely you’d rather get something you actually want, than something you don’t? Just tell me.”

Y/N sighed and continued running her hands through Owen’s hair, smiling at him as he looked up at her. His arms were folded over her stomach, his chin resting on them so he could look up at her.. Y/N giggled and tugged at his hair gently, watching his eyes close and a light blush flood his cheeks.

“Stop that.”

His voice was strained, and she almost felt bad. They’d been dating for about 10 months now, and they still hadn’t had sex. He hadn’t pressured her in any way whatsoever, but she knew he was desperate. They’d done some stuff- over the clothes mainly, and that had been fun, for sure. She’d found out how much he loved getting his hair pulled, and now loved taking advantage of it in the worst situations. But y/n was reluctant to go the full way before now. She’d been in too many relationships where it just hadn’t felt right, because it seemed to be all the guys cared about, and that was why she was still a virgin at nearly 20 years old. Until Owen. Owen came to her like a breath of fresh air, bumping into her on the high street of their tiny Oklahoma hometown. They’d hit it off immediately, and had gone for lunch right there and then. A week later, they made it official, and now, you rarely found one without the other. The topic of her virginity had come up once or twice, and he’d always treated it with the utmost respect, insisting that they waited until she was absolutely ready. He made a point of avoiding all conversations regarding sex when they were with friends, making sure she didn’t feel awkward or left out. He was incredible, and Y/N knew deep down inside, that he was the one for her. And so that’s what she’d decided she wanted for her birthday. She wanted to sleep with Owen, in an effort to try and convey to him just how much she loved him. That, and all of the over clothes touching had become incredibly teasing, and she couldn’t wait to go further. She just had to find the right time to tell him.

Almost a week later, and the night before her birthday, Y/N still hadn’t worked out how to bring up the topic with Owen. She didn’t want to spring it on him- she wanted it to be, in the least cliché way possible, special.

“So where is he taking you for dinner again?”

Y/N sighed down the phone at her best friend’s question.

“I don’t know, probably that little italian place that we really like. That’s not the point though, I asked for your help!”

Y/F/N groaned on the other side of the phone.

“Fine. Wait til you get to the restaraunt and tease him about your birthday present, and then turn round and say you got him something. Have you got that nice Victoria Secret set we bought ready?”

Y/N bit her lip and nodded, forgetting for a moment that her best friend couldn’t see her. She walked over to her wardrobe and picked up the delicate lace of the matching set her best friend had made her buy for way too much money, and set it back down again.

“Okay. I guess I’ll try that?”

An ear-piercing squeal made Y/N drop the phone, sheepish laughter coming through from the speaker as she bent down to get it.

“Remember to tell me all the details. I want to hear everything.”

Y/N laughed and ended the call, looking at herself in the mirror. She was wrapped in a towel, her hair still wet and dripping down her back. She had work to do before her date the next night, and that involved working up some confidence.

“You look gorgeous, Y/N.”

Owen leant in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, before taking her hand and leading her out to his car. He opened the passenger door, and she gasped as she was met by a bouquet of roses, tied with a red ribbon.

“They’re beautiful, O.”

Owen shrugged and kissed her cheek, before moving around to the driver’s side.

“Only the best for my girl.” Y/N blushed and smoothed down her dress. It was baby pink, off the shoulder, and stopped mid-thigh. She looked the picture of innocence- which was the opposite of what she hoped to be by the end of the night.

All throughout dinner, Y/N found herself being reminded yet again, why she loved Owen. He made her laugh like nobody else, constantly had a new story to tell, and never went 5 minutes without making some form of physical contact with her. Over the course of the night, he’d moved from having his hand on her knee in the car, to having a hand on the small of her back as they walked to their table, and now he was holding her hand on top of the table cloth, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand.

“So, any more thoughts on what you want for your birthday?”

Y/N raised her eyebrows, and let her eyes flick down to the table briefly, before taking a deep breath and meeting his gaze.

“There was actually, something.”

Owen groaned in relief and laughed gently, running his free hand through his hair. He looked incredible tonight, wearing smart black jeans paired with a blue button up that complimented his eyes perfectly.

“Come on then, let me hear it.”

Y/N swallowed and looked to their hands, letting a soft smile drift across her face.

“You.”

He was silent for a moment, and when she looked back up at him, she found him looking at her in a state of near shock.

“W-what?”

She started drawing small circles on his hand, telling herself to keep calm.

“I want you.”

Owen raised his eyebrows at her.

“Tonight?”

She nodded, a soft flush creeping up her neck and spreading across her face.

“A-are you sure? I don’t want you to think that I expect it or-”

She gave him a look, the same look she’d been giving him every time they’d talked about sex in the last 10 months they’d been together.

“Owen, I love you. We’ve been together for almost a year, and I think- I know, you’re the one for me. I want to do this, and share it with you. Please?”

Y/N looked up to him with sincere eyes, and he almost melted on the spot.

“You don’t have to ask me twice. Cheque?”

He signalled to a waiter, and laughed when she rolled her eyes, kicking him gently under the table.

“Good thing I tidied my room then, huh?”

Owen nudged her gently as they walked along the street, both having chosen to walk to his apartment rather than drive back to hers, considering they’d shared two bottles of wine over the course of the evening. Y/N smiled and leant her head on his shoulder, quietly taking in the shadowy town they were walking through.

“You say you tidied it- I guarantee you still have a pile of clothes in the corner that’s around the same height as me.”

Owen shrugged and made a face at her, before letting her go to grab his keys and unlock the door to his flat. Y/N bit her lip and felt her stomach flip a little, as she realised what this meant. She was nervous- but only a little. She trusted Owen to take care of her, and make it special. Sure enough, as soon as they walked through the door, she was met by a sweet vanilla scent, and could see rose petals scattered along the hallway.

“Owen...”

He looked at his feet, hiding the blush spreading across his cheeks.

“I wasn’t presuming anything, I just wanted to do something nice-”

She cut him off by pressing her lips to his, placing a hand on his cheek as she kissed him softly.

“It’s perfect. I love you.”

He smiled down at her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I love you too. You want a drink?”

She nodded, and grabbed his hand as he walked through to the kitchen, grabbing the vodka from the freezer and setting it down on the counter.

“O, I want to remember this.”

He nodded with a laugh and put it back, handing her a cider, and cracking open a beer for himself. She kicked off her heels and jumped onto the counter, sipping quietly as she watched him from across the kitchen. Looking at her with wide eyes, he tried to suss out what she was thinking. Her legs were swinging back and forth, her curls falling over one shoulder and leaving the other deliciously bare. He set his beer down on the counter and moved over to her, standing between her legs.

“Hey.”

She met his eyes and smiled, reaching a hand up to stroke his face.

“Hey.”

His eyes flicked down to her lips, and she swallowed as his eyes darkened slightly. Leaning in slowly, he pressed his lips to hers, his hands coming to rest on her hips. She melted into him, her drink forgotten beside her as his lips moved against hers, his hands pulling her in closer to him. She moaned softly against him, parting her lips and deepening the kiss as her arms slipped around his neck, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“O-owen.”

He nodded, and pulled her against him, slipping his hands under her legs as he picked her up, his lips never leaving hers. He carried her out of the kitchen, stopping in the hallway to press her up against the wall. A gasp slipped out at the sudden change, but she loved it, letting out breathy moans as his kisses strayed from her mouth, drawing patterns on her skin and working their way down to her shoulder. Just as he reached her sweet spot, nipping and sucking at it gently, Y/N pushed him off her and ran into the bedroom, turning to face him with a smirk as she reached behind her to unzip her dress.

Owen groaned desperately and ran a hand through his hair, strolling towards her. Y/N turned around and looked at him over her shoulder, indicating for him to unzip her dress. He reached her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade, unzipping the soft satin material and pushing it off her shoulders. She let it fall down her body, before turning round and looking at him with playful eyes.

“Holy fuck.”

Owen’s breath hitched as he took her in, his eyes registering the black lace that adorned her body.

“Like what you see?”

Y/N twirled playfully, giving him an eyeful of the set she’d picked out the week before. Owen didn’t answer, his hands reaching out and grabbing her hips. She looked up at him through her lashes, reaching her hands up to unbutton his shirt, biting her lip as she did so. It wasn’t really supposed to be seductive- it was a nervous tic she had, but clearly Owen forgot about this, as he reached up and pulled on her bottom lip with his thumb, his eyes near black with lust. Y/N pushed his shirt off his shoulders, licking her lips and smiling at his sculpted chest.

“You’re incredible.”

Owen pushed a curl off her face, and smiled softly, his eyes drifting over her again.

“You can’t speak. You’re- unreal.”

She looked at the ground, wrapping an arm around her stomach as his eyes bore right into her, making her feel more exposed than ever. Owen grabbed her arm, pulling it away gently.

“Don’t hide from me. Don’t ever, hide from me. You’re beautiful.”

Y/N looked up at him again, stroking his face with a thumb.

“Owen, please.”

He knew exactly what she was asking, and wrapped his arms around her thighs, lifting her up once more and bringing her lips to his. He walked forwards until his legs hit the side of his bed, dropping her onto her back gently. Lowering his mouth to her neck, he pressed soft kisses onto her skin, living for the noises of pleasure leaving her lips. Tongue drawing patterns along her collarbones, he worked his way down to the curve of her chest, sucking the fair skin into his mouth.

Y/N arched off of the bed, letting out a moan and tugging his hair softly. Owen smirked against her, and continued his path down her body, stopping at the lacy waistband of her underwear.

“I love these.”

Y/N smirked and ran a hand through his hair, trying to ignore the sensations running through her core as she felt his hot breath on her through the material of her underwear.

“Take them off.”

He looked up at her in surprise, her forwardness rather uncharacteristic.

“Whatever you say.”

He smirked slightly, and dragged them down her legs, leaving them on the carpet before crawling between her thighs, and resting on his knees. With a quick kiss, and a reassuring smile, he lowered his mouth to her legs, leaving soft kisses on the inside of her thighs. He worked his way up, until he reached her core, sucking gently on her clit. She arched off the bed and tugged on his hair as he drew patterns on her centre with his tongue, Owen smiling against her at the noises she made. He squeezed her thigh gently, and stroked the outside of her slit with a finger, before pushing into her. Her legs tensed slightly, and she moaned, arching her back into his touch.

Owen watched her through hooded eyes as she reacted to his ministrations, listening carefully as her breathing became more and more laboured. He started sucking her clit again, feeling her legs clench around his head. He massaged her thigh gently, feeling her near the edge.

“Come on baby, let me hear you.”

Y/N came with a loud moan, her legs trembling and hand pulling desperately at Owen’s hair. He eased her through her orgasm, only moving when her moans had dropped to quiet whimpers. She smiled up at him, still panting, as he appeared above her, holding himself up with his arms. Reaching a hand up, she stroked his bottom lip with her thumb, reddening when she noticed the wetness on his lips and chin. Owen leant down and bit her bottom lip, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, and automatically wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer to her as she searched desperately for some friction. She could feel Owen through his jeans, the outline of his cock pressing against her stomach through the soft denim. Owen continued to kiss her, his tongue slipping against hers messily, their teeth clashing occasionally, as each of them got more and more turned on, and less and less bothered by anything that wasn’t each other.

“O, t-take your jea-jeans off.”

Y/N managed through kisses, panting when he broke away. She sat up and reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle desperately. Her hands were shaking, and Owen pushed them away gently, holding both of her hands with one of his, while he unbuckled his belt with the other. Checking once again that she was alright, he unbuttoned his jeans, and unzipped the fly, before pulling them down and kicking them out of sight. Y/N swallowed visibly, his boxers showing off the sheer size of him much more clearly. The furthest they’d previously gotten was heavy make-out sessions, her grinding into him, both topless- but clearly what she’d felt during that, hadn’t done him justice.

“You okay?”

He brought her out of her thoughts with a soft touch to her face, drawing her eyes away from the tight black boxers he wore.

“Yeah, of course.”

He smiled at her, easing her back onto the pillows, and kneeling between her legs.

“Do you want to use a condom, or?”

Y/N fidgeted a little, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.

“I’m not sure. I’m on the pill so it doesn’t really matter but maybe we should...?”

She looked at him questioningly, and he shrugged.

“Whatever you want.”

He reached over her into his bedside table and pulled out a little foil square, dropping it on the pillow beside her. Nodding decisively, she watched as Owen pulled off his boxers, and ripped open the condom. Her stomach was fluttering, and she found herself recounting all of her friends bad experiences, where their boyfriends had finished too quickly, gone too fast, rushed them, or where it had hurt like a bitch- but then she remembered that this was Owen.

Her Owen, the man she loved, and the person she wanted to spend forever with. She trusted him.

She felt herself relax considerably, and smiled at him as he settled between her legs.

“You sure? We don’t have to.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled him in for a kiss.

“I love you.”

He smiled and kissed her back, resting his forehead against hers.

“I love you too. I-I’m sorry if this hurts. Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

She nodded, and tensed slightly, as she felt him pressing at her entrance. He placed soft kisses across her temple as he pushed inside her, moving as slowly as he could. One final push, and Y/N winced as he broke her, instantly bringing his mouth to her ear and whispering soft apologies, kissing the skin of her neck to distract from the pain. She shook her head and screwed her eyes shut, knowing it would pass soon. Owen bottomed out, and collapsed onto her shoulder, breathing heavily. They stayed like that for a moment, until Y/N turned to look at him, and kissed his temple.

“I-it’s fine now. You can move.”

He groaned lightly in her ear, and nipped her earlobe gently.

“Good, but give me a second. It’s been well over a year, Y/N. You feel like fucking heaven right now.”

She giggled softly, making both of them groan at the sudden movement. Eventually, Owen sat up, and took a deep breath, his eyes raking over her face and chest. He pulled out slowly, and pushed back in once, watching her face carefully for any signs of pain. Y/N closed her eyes and let her lips fall apart as the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt shot through her.

“Oh my god.”

She moaned breathily, bringing her hands up around Owen’s neck, as he pushed into her again, filling her up and stretching her deliciously. He stopped at her words, eyes filled with worry.

“I-I’m sorry, are you okay?”

She opened her eyes and looked at him, pupils dilated and heavy with lust.

“Don’t stop.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but moved tentatively, watching her face in wonderment. She moaned loudly as he thrust into her with a little more force, and he stopped again, afraid he’d hurt her. Not even opening her eyes, she squeezed his shoulder.

“Owen, if you stop again, I might actually stab you. You feel fucking incredible. Please, don’t stop.”

Owen groaned at her words, and pushed into her, letting himself relax. He built up a steady pace, thrusting into her gently, and biting at her neck. Y/N moaned hedonistically in his ear, spurring him on. He moved faster, and started thrusting harder, relishing in the noises of utter pleasure that escaped her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching into him, letting him hit all of the spots she needed him to hit. He angled his hips carefully, and sat up a little, watching her face as he pushed into her again. She groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as she bucked her hips into him, and he smirked.

“There we go.”

She looked at him in total awe, and he pulled out again, before watching her face contort with pleasure when he thrust in.

“Faster, O. Please.”

He smirked, and pressed a kiss to her temple, upping the tempo, and listening to her delicious moans as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel the familiar sensation growing within him too, and he dropped his head to her shoulder, sucking hard on the skin there, and began to fuck her, hips slamming against her. She gasped and writhed beneath him, desperate for release, and he reached a hand between them, circling her clit with his thumb.

“Hold it, baby.”

She whimpered in his ear, begging for him to finish her. Owen moaned quietly and bit down on her skin as he reached the edge, pressing his thumb down against her clit as he did so.

“Cum for me, gorgeous.”

Y/N let out a cry, and Owen groaned as her walls tightened around him, pulling him over the edge with her. They rode out their orgasms together, Y/N’s hand coming to rest in his hair as he continued to moan softly in her ear. He collapsed onto her, and the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, occasional whimpers leaving Y/N as aftershocks from her orgasm coursed through her body. Owen sat up and pulled out of her carefully, discarding the condom in the trash, and pulling her into his chest. She curled into him instinctively, letting him pull the blankets over them, before resting her head on his chest, and lying between his legs.

“Are you okay?”

He asked her quietly, kissing her hair softly. She looked up at him, and smiled, pressing a kiss to his jawline.

“That was perfect.”

He rolled his eyes, but looked pleased.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shrugged, and moved around so that she was leaning on his chest, looking up at his flushed cheeks. He continued running his hands through her hair, looking at her with adoring eyes.

“Meh, hardly. It was worth it anyway.”

She grinned, and he bit his lip, shooting her a cheesy wink.

“Give me 2 minutes and I’ll give you round two.”

She raised her eyebrows at him, and he grinned, flipping her over and leaning down to kiss her.

“I’ve got over a year of stamina built up, baby, I wanna use it.”

She collapsed into giggles, bringing a hand up to his neck, and kissing him through her laugh. She was utterly in love with him, and nothing could ever change that.

#jatpsmut #owenjoyner #owen joyner x reader #owen joyner smut #julieandthephantomssmut #julieandthephantoms #jatpcast #jatpimagine #jatpimagines #julieandthephantomscast #owen patrick joyner #jatp x reader

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adorethedistance · 3 years

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Hey can you write an Owen fluff turns to smut. You tell Owen that you’ve never been to prom so he later asks you over and tells you to dress up. He set up prom decorations and he asks you to dance. Then he whispers in your ear about the other thing people do after prom 😉 he takes you to the bedroom and makes it all abt you

I’ve gotten another request more specific but super similar to this one and I plan on writing that after I do a charlie piece very soon :)

#asks #request #requests #answered #anon #anonymous #owen patrick joyner #Owen Patrick joyner fluff #Owen Patrick joyner smut

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julieandthe-stan-toms · 2 years

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Why is my first instinct, when I'm drunk, to turn on Julie and the Phantoms?????

(I'm over 21 BTW and it's my birthday so keep your judgements to yourself)

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ecoamerica · 20 days

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melismaticmadness · 3 years

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RAIN

Hi..so this is my first ever fanfic/imagine/story thing. (I am not quite sure what this is..) This is just fiction and no part of it is real, nor am I claiming to know anyone I write about.

Description: Fluff and Friendship - You plan to surprise Owen in Vancouver while he’s filming JATP. Charlie helped you organize it, but something goes wrong in your plan. What happens in the rain?

2400 words

Warnings: Language, Talks of Anxiety/Mental Health

Owen Joyner x Reader

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RAIN

November rain in Vancouver wasn’t exactly pleasant but as I stood outside hitting the call button for his apartment building for the fifteenth time, I was far past annoyed. Soaked and annoyed. How could this surprise get so messed up that I am standing here at 3:32 am?Charlie and I had planned my surprise Thanksgiving visit perfectly. I would take a red-eye flight, get into the apartment, sleep for a few hours while Owen was still on set with BooBoo, and then we’d have a day together and the Thanksgiving party later tonight. Charlie won’t wake up to answer the call button and let me in!!

I have been out here for 30 minutes already when someone taps me on the shoulder from behind.

“Excuse me, sorry, but do you need help?”

I turn around and the tall, sleepy boy in front of me with a hoodie pulled tight over his hair is shocked.

“What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Well, I could say the same about you! Charlie said you were shooting until at least 6 am!!”

“I’m so good that we wrapped early, and got what we needed. I am still so confused as to how you got here…” He said with a fake hair toss.

“Owen, we’ve talked about this. Airplanes work for everyone, you’re not special.”

“No no, butthead. I mean standing outside my apartment building - in Vancouver - in the rain.”

I went on hurriedly about how I was here to surprise him for Thanksgiving, but the surprise is ruined because Charlie never woke up to buzz me into the building. My anxiety over his reaction was at an all-time high because my plan was derailed and he was here early, and I was drenched, but Owen could see it on my face, and before I could even finish explaining I was wrapped in a hug.

“Let’s get your soggy ass inside,” he said as he entered his pin and the doors unlocked. With his hands on my shoulders pushing me ahead of him, we went to the stairwell and up to his floor. We laughed as my wet shoes squeaked down the hall and into the apartment. I was immediately ordered into the bathroom to strip and shower.

“Hey, you can’t make me strip. I charge for that nowadays.”

“Yeah and I charge for taking in homeless, wet girls off the street, but you don’t see me asking for a check.”

After I punch him in the arm and run off to the bathroom, I can’t help but smile. We’ve been apart for so long, but it feels like nothing has changed. I was so worried that he wouldn’t be happy to see me, or that he would be annoyed that I showed up and messed up any plans he had, or god forbid if he came home with a girl and I was there.

Still, as I got into the warm shower most of my anxieties washed away (besides the ‘bringing a girl home one’). About five minutes into my hot shower, I heard a soft knock at the door.

“Yes?” I whisper-yelled out.

“Can I come in?”

“Uh..sure”

“I just wanted to bring you a set of dry stuff to wear, I’ll put it on the toilet for you.”

“Thanks, O.” I peeked my head out behind the black shower curtain and saw him standing with his back to the shower placing the clothes and towel down. I could pull him into the shower by the back of his shirt from here if I wanted to, but I am not ballsy enough to do that. He thinks of me as one of the boys, and I doubt that line will ever get crossed. The boys would mess with him in this situation though.

I filled a hand up with water and sprinkled it down his neck and back. Hearing Owen gasp when he felt water all over him was hysterical, especially because he would not turn around to look at me.

“You are SO lucky you are in the shower or I would get your ass back sooooooooo good.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get the hell out of here,” I said splashing him again, “I’ll be out in a sec.”

He hurried out and I finished as fast as possible because now I was a little worried he would hand my bras from his balcony or something…

One last look in the mirror as I squeezed my hair out and I smelled like Owen. His soap, shampoo, towels...I wish I could always smell this. Stupid TV shows shooting in foreign countries….

Back in the living room, I found Owen asleep on the couch. Knowing him, he probably did not sleep at all yesterday like he was supposed to for the night shoot.

“Yo, blondie...Owen..go to bed”

“What’s wrong?! Oh, no I’m awake what...what do you wanna do?”

“I want you to go to bed. We can hang out after you sleep for a few hours.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’ll probably try to sleep a little too. The guy next to me on my last flight was a snorer.”

“Come to bed with me”

“Wh-what? O, it’s ok I am totally ok on the couch.”

“No, no. You’re coming. Let’s go, y/n. I’ll sleep on the floor if you want”

I couldn’t even protest more because I was being wrapped in a blanket with Owen and we were walking to his room. Look, we had had sleepovers before as kids, but the last time we did this we were thirteen, in his childhood room, with two sleeping bags on the floor. He was always working, and I was always in school, so most of the time when he was home I had to go home at night for school the next day.

How do you have a platonic sleepover with your best friend who you are also in love with? Do I just roll over the opposite way and pray that we don’t wake up with me holding onto him?

His bed was made and it smelled like he had just washed his sheets before work. He led me to one side of the bed, pulled the covers back, and simply said, “Get in.” He shuffled over to his side of the bed and did the same.

“G’night.”

“Goodnight. Hey, do you have to be up for work or anything? I can set an alarm.”

“Nope, I’m off all day because of the night shoot.”

“Okay, goodnight y/n”

With that last “goodnight”, I felt him get closer to me. My heart was beating so fast I wasn’t sure if I was going to pass out or throw up and nothing was even happening!! Owen reached over to the other side of me and pulled me close.

“It looked like you were shivering. I should've told you to dry your hair before bed.”

“I’m okay,” I said pushing his hair out of his face, so I could see him.

“Okay.”

Arms tangled over each other, we both fell asleep.

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Hours later the rain got worse. Through the open window, I could hear the thunder was really loud and I happened to open my eyes as lightning lit up the sky. Fun fact about me. I hate lightning and am terrified of it. Being in a highrise apartment building with lots of windows, was a nightmare for me. I curled up in fetal position under the blankets and pulled them all the way up over my head.

I felt Owen moving around next to me and just assumed he was rolling over, but I felt him grab me by the waist. We were now face-to-face, chest to chest, completely under his sheets.

“Fancy meeting you under here.” His morning breath could’ve killed me, and not because it smelled. I didn’t think I could be attracted to him and his voice more than I already was.

“Sorry for waking you. The storm.”

“I know. As soon as I heard it, I knew. You’re safe. It’s loud because it’s passing over us and will be gone in a few minutes.”

The next roll of thunder shook the room a little and a single little tear escaped and I tried to hide it by moving my hair and pretending to fix the blanket over my head but he caught me.

“..hey I’m right here. Do you want to go sit in the bathroom? There are no windows.”

“I’m fine, sorry,” I said and took a deep breath.

“How can I help you right now?”

“I’m sorry. My anxiety went off the rails when my surprise got ruined earlier and I don’t know how to sleep in bed with a boy, and on top of that the worst storm is happening,” I sputtered.

Owen laughed a soft little laugh and pulled me closer.

“You’re just sleeping next to me... I’m not just a boy... we’re not strangers, hell I just walked in on you in the shower earlier...wait... god, did I make you uncomfortable?” He made some space between us and laid his head on his hands while looking at me.

“Oh god, Owen no. No.” I grabbed his hands back and put them under my face pulling him back towards me. I hadn’t noticed until now that he lost his shirt somewhere in the night. “You just know how I get, all up in my head about every little thing.” The butterflies in my stomach felt more like fireworks exploding in an almost painful display under these sheets.

“Well, what is your head saying right now? Let’s talk through it.”

A shaky breath escaped my mouth. I can’t tell him I've loved him since our days of sleeping bags on his bedroom floor. So, I pivot.

“I was worried you wouldn’t be happy to see me and that I was imposing by just showing up here…”

“You know I always am so happy to see you. I wish I could see you every day, we talk every day. You being here is so much better than a few texts and a missed facetime call while I’m at work.”

“Okay.. I love- I mean...I like being here too. I can’t make fun of you if you don’t answer my texts.” We both laughed a little this time.

“Sounds like the lightning stopped. Wanna go watch the sunrise? It should be up any minute.”

“We should get out from under the covers first...”

“Right.”

Pulling the covers down gave me the fresh air I needed to think clearly. I did not need to tell him how I felt. These moments were enough.

“Good morning, y/n.”

“Good morning, O.”

“Grab a towel before we head out to wipe the chairs down.”

“Yes ma’am,” Owen salutes and runs out of the room.

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Nothing is better than watching the sunshine hit this smiling boy’s blonde locks and pink cheeks first thing in the morning. Sitting on the same plastic lounge chair, I wanted to pinch myself.

“We slept for like three hours,” I laughed.

“We can nap again before the Thanksgiving party tonight. I’m not that tired.”

“Want me to order coffee? I’ll run and get it, I saw a Starbucks next door.”

“Nah, I put some on when I went for the towel.”

“Smart man. I’m gonna grab some water then.”

“I’ll get it. I added lemon to our pitcher in the fridge for you, when I went for the towel too.”

“Joyner, you do think of everything.”

“I did remember you don’t drink coffee, give me some credit!” He said as he ducked off the balcony.

I stood up to lean over the railing and before I knew it Owen was over my shoulder with a glass of water and his coffee. The rain was picking up again. I took a sip and put it down on the little outdoor table they kept out there and continued to stare out at the city as it woke up.

Owen hugged me from behind and I leaned into him as an instinct. I realized I was probably making him uncomfortable and went to slide over to give him space, but he stopped me.

“Y/n, can you stand still? Your head is blocking my view.”

“My head?! I am like a foot shorter than you!”

“Yes, the back of your head is blocking my view.”

“What can you possibly be looking at? The rain?! Look there’s a bus! Trying to stalk people as they walk their dogs?” I rambled as I turned around to see where his eyes were pointed.

At that moment, he grabbed my neck, and the next thing I knew his lips were on mine. I think my heart stopped. I stood there like a limp noodle for a solid 3 seconds before I pulled away. The expression on his face was one of being mortified.

“Oh god...Oh, I’m so sorry. Oh, fuck!” He said and started running his hands through his hair and pacing away from me. “I thought..oh god.. It doesn’t matter what I thought because I was out of line..”

I grabbed his arm as he turned away from me again.

“Do it again.”

“..wh-what?”

“Owen, can we try it again?”

“Y/n, I don’t want you to think you have to kiss me because I kissed you. It’s ok. I’m so sorry.”

I walked over to him, put my hands on his bare chest, and kissed him.

“I have wanted to do that since we were thirteen.”

“You-huh?”

“I have wanted to kiss you since we were thirteen, probably before. I just was scared. Our friendship is so special to me, I couldn’t imagine losing it. Then when you were spending more and more time in L.A. and then coming here to Vancouver, I thought you probably had met someone already and were just keeping it quiet.”

“I haven’t met anyone,” he stammered. “I thought I lost my chance with you for good when I moved out here, but I never was into anyone else.”

“Now what?”

“Can I kiss you again?” We both laughed and as we collided it’s almost as if rain was waiting on its cue from us. It stopped.

I wonder what is in store for us now.

#owen patrick joyner #owen joyner #owen joyner imagine #owen joyner fluff #owen joyner smut #jatp fanfic #julie and the phantoms #owen x reader #owen joyner x reader #owen x y/n #owen joyner x y/n #jatp

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redledsandharrystyles · 3 years

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do you do requests cause if so here’s this 👇🏻

owen x reader. him taking your v-card and him being super surprised when he hears you whimper of gasp really loud cause he doesn’t think he’s that good at 𝑖𝑡

(Not my gif, as you can see)

Omg yesyesyeyseys

Thank you so much for this request @avaelizabeth

Summary: Y/n and Owen have been best friends for as long as they can remember. But during Y/n's 19th birthday party, she admits to Owen that she's a virgin and that she just wants to lose it.

Warnings: f!reader, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, alcohol, hating on Post Malone, little bit of insecure Owen. A little fluffy.

Idk if this was any good, but I tried

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"Jesus." You groan as you plops down onto the black leather couch, a drop of beer spilling from your red solo cup.

Your best friend, Owen, laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in so that your head was resting in the crook of his neck. "What? You not enjoying the party?" You shook your head, "It's way too loud in here," you yelled over the sound of Rockstar by Post Malone blaring from the speakers. "And the music sucks!" You stood up and pulled your best friend with you. "C'mon let's go upstairs."

"We can't leave, this is your party." He said, amusement lacing his voice, making you roll your eyes and pull just a bit harder. You made their way through the crowd of drunk strangers and walked up the wooden stairs towards your room.

Owen threw himself onto the bed and sighed as he rolled over onto his stomach. You shut the door and sat down on top of his lower back, straddling it, making him groan. "Get off." He whined, making you giggle and lean forward, putting more weight on him. He flipped around from underneath you, making you lose your balance and fall down beside him.

You both sat in silence for some time, the only sound being your heavy breathing and the muffled music coming from downstairs.

"How many girls have you slept with?"

He started coughing, probably having choked on his own spit. He started banging his fast against his chest, sitting up. "What?" His voice cracked, making you grin. "How many girls have you slept with?" He looked at you as if you had grown two heads. "Why do you- Why are you asking me that." He scratched the back of his neck, making his biceps bulge through the thin sweater he was wearing. "Just answer the question, Owen." You groaned and sat up against the headboard. He coughed awkwardly and looked down at his hands, shifting his long fingers, probably counting. "A handful of girls maybe?" Ran his hand through his hair. "Why?" You sighed and started nibbling at your bottom lip. "I'm a virgin." His eyes widened at your confession, but he still looked confused as to where this was going. "Okay..." He trailed off. "I want to lose my virginity." You stated, trying to come off as confident but sounding really awkward. For some reason, he first thought you were talking about Jason, the guy you had been flirting with for nearly a year now. You always told Owen it was just a joke, that you were both just flirting for the fun of it, and that nothing was going to happen between you. But Owen didn't believe that, and for some reason, it made him feel... disappointed. Angry. Insecure. Jason was popular with the ladies or just popular in general. There weren't many things to dislike about him, but Owen always tried to find some flaws, like how he was overly cocky with his athletic abilities. Or how he always sipped his soda too loudly, or how he breathed way too deeply. Yeah, Owen tried to find flaws. Any flaw. But the truth was, he was jealous.

Jealous of the fact that you were flirting with another guy, showing interest in another guy, kissing another guy (he suspected you had already done the deed with him). He was just jealous that, that someone wasn't him.

And there you were, right in front of him, opening up about how you were tired of being a virgin in college. "And wha-why are you telling me this?" You sighed, tucked your hair behind your ear in an awkward manner. "I want you to take my virginit-" He fell off the bed.

"..."

"Are you okay?"

"Yup. Fine. Great, even." He sat back onto the bed and looked down at his hands with his brows furrowed. "Why me?" You breathed out a short laugh. "Well, I want it to be someone I trust. Someone I feel comfortable around. Someone I know won't judge me... I really don't think there's anyone more fit for the job than you are. Unless, of course, you don't want to, which I fully get, since it could make things a bit weird bu-"

"I'm not good at it." He stated, avoiding your eyes. "What?"

"Pretty sure I'm terrible at it, actually. I shouldn't be your first time, Y/n. You should have it be with someone who could actually make you feel good. Pretty sure I haven't even made one girl cum." He stated the last line in a mutter, sounding ashamed.

You sat up onto your knees, and crawled towards him, pulling him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, and inhaling the scent of your perfume. "I'm sure you can't be that bad. besides, I don't care about that. I only really want you to take it, no matter how good or bad." You knew you were doing a terrible attempt at comforting him, running your hands through his soft hair and scratching his scalp, making him sigh softly into the nape of your neck.

You jumped a little when you felt him start to nip at your neck, his hands now on your hips. He sat up, now on his knees and towering over you. He moved your hair out of the way, then moved his hand back to your hips, his grip tightening as he pulled you even closer. He nibbled, bit, and sucked your neck, leaving purple and red blotches all over. He pulled away and glanced down at your lips, making you both lean forward, your hands tightening their grip on his hair, tugging on it, which made him groan into your mouth. His right hand squeezed your ass, making you moan and part your lips. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He pulled away and tugged off his shirt, then immediately started kissing you again. He started leaning in closer, making you lean back, which resulted in you now laying on your back on top of the mattress. He pulled away again, his hands fiddling with the waistband of your jeans, looking up at you for approval, then pulled them down. He kissed up your thigh, then pulled the hem of your shirt up to kiss your abdomen and stomach. You sat up and pulled it off, leaving you only in your underwear. You slowly glanced from his lips to his eyes, then back down, slowly leaning in again. As Owen nipped at your bottom lip, you unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down to his knees, making him kick them off. Trailing his lips from yours down to your collarbone, then to the swell of your breasts, nipping and sucking there as well. "Fuck, Owen." You moaned softly, arching your back. He pulled away to look at you, his eyes skimming over your face, then down your body. "You're so fucking gorgeous." He whispered, his hands on your waist, trailing down to your heat.

His hand went under your underwear, and started rubbing on your clit, making you moan softly as he sucked on your breasts. His hand went lower, and his fingers started teasing your entrance, moving slowly in and out, repeatedly. "Fuck me." You moaned into his ear. He pulled away, pulled down his boxers as you unclasped your bra and threw it somewhere.

He slowly thrusted into you, making sure you weren't in too much pain. "You okay?" He asked as he saw you furrow your brows, "Yeah, just keep going." You groaned out. Slowly, he pulled almost all the way out, then thrusted back in. You could feel the pain fade away, and started to feel pleasure instead. "Faster." You pleaded, your fingernails scratching his back. He picked up the pace, and adjusted your positions, making you gasp. You pulled his face closer to you and your lips met his. The kiss was more aggressive and passionate than before, teeth clashing, and tongues battling for dominance. You pulled at his dirty blond locks, making him groan into our mouth as he thrusted harder into you, making you whimper loudly. He immediately pulled away and looked at you concerned, "Are you okay?" You looked confused, pulling him closer to you again. "Why wouldn't I be?" His brows furrowed as his eyes trailed over your face. "Why'd you make that sound then?" You smirked and wrapped your legs around his waist, leaning up to his ear, you nibbled right below it, then whimpered out "Because you're fucking me so good." You felt his member twitch inside you, so you bucked your hips into his, making him moan out your name. He started thrusting into you at a much faster pace, making the headboard hit the wall. He grabbed onto your calf, lifted your leg up, and placed your ankle at his shoulder, making the tip of his member go even deeper into you. You were a moaning mess as his large hand held onto both your wrists and placed them over your head, your back arching making your bare chest press against his. His other hand was on your waist and he started leaving more hickeys on your neck down to your chest. You could feel a knot tighten in your lower stomach. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." You whimpered into his ear, making him let go of your wrists and start to rub your clit at a fast pace. His other hand trailed up to your neck, squeezing softly. "Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock." Your hand moved towards the one he had wrapped around your neck. You applied pressure to it, making him tighten his hold and you were done for. You arched your back as you felt yourself tighten around his cock, making him groan as he quickened his pace, desperate to reach his climax. "I'm cumming." You whined out, tightening your legs around his waist. Making you both climax at the same time, feeling his load shoot into you. You both rode out your highs.

He pulled out and lied down next to you, your chests moving up and down at a fast pace panting. "Not good at it, my ass. That was the best orgasm I've ever had." He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist, packing your shoulder.

#owen joyner #owen patrick joyner #julie and the phantoms #smut #smut x reader

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ewwhothefuckiski · 3 years

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More Than Friends- Owen Patrick Joyner

Requested: @teti-menchon0604

"Heyyyy!!! I was wondering if I could request a Owen x reader where the reader and Owen are best friends but they act more like a couple than best friends ( like always hugging, cuddling, holding hands, etc.) Tha cast gets tired of it so they plan something to make them confess that they like each other and when they do confess they get together. 😊😊😊"

TW: swearing?, Nothing but fluff really

Edited by: @clean-bands-dirty-stories (let's be honest, this would have been horrible without them)

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: Shout-out to @im-not-fine and @bonobos-candy-bar for helping me with an idea for this one 🤍 also, sorry this one is kinda short

Taglist: @im-not-fine @i-thought-i-knew-what-love-was @winterberryfox @thedepthsofhell @headheartbellarke @bonobos-candy-bar @lmaohuh @theluketomypatterson (request to be added)

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

There had always been undeniable chemistry between Y/N and Owen; everyone could tell. They all saw the way the two looked at each other. It had been months worth of attempts to get them together, each one falling flat. Frankly, everyone was tired of watching them flirt endlessly, just to deny their feelings for each other if it was ever brought up. Especially the two involved.

Owen had been the first to break. It was really Charlie’s fault. He had been pestering Owen about the mystery girl that kept popping up again and again, ever since he saw Owen place a kiss on her forehead at the airport.

"Is that your girlfriend?" Charlie asked first thing to Owen as they loaded the girls’ luggage into the trunk.

Owens' face turned bright red, and when he spoke, his tone was defensive. "What? No."

That only made Charlie smile wider. "But you like her?"

Owen glared at Charlie, closing the trunk. "We're just friends." His tone was final… mostly.

Charlie had dropped the subject, but he had started picking up on little things here and there that slowly began to pile up. Like how they would glance at each other and smile when the other wasn't looking, or how they held hands literally all the time. Charlie noticed how whenever Y/N looked at Owen, he seemed to glow, his smile lighting up the entire room. How just Owen’s mere presence was so distracting to Y/n.

Madi was the next to notice. She noticed how Y/N seemed to have a pink tint to her cheeks whenever Owen placed a kiss on her head, or even when he just smiled at her. Madi also noticed how whenever they had to drag Owen away for filming, it was like Y/N's spirit was taken with him. The poor girl deflated, dismal and distracted until Owen returned. Pleasant to be around, and nice and kind, but nowhere near as enthusiastic as when her favorite blonde giant was around.

It wasn't long before the whole cast saw the way they looked at each other. Each of them made it their personal mission to get the two together before the end of the year.

They just didn't think it would be this difficult.

They had tried every trick in the book. They scheduled a "group dinner" and conveniently didn't show up. They tried playing Truth or Dare, but Owen and Y/N always picked truth, and whenever they were asked about their feelings it was the same answer.

"We're just friends."

Eventually, the cast grew restless. The end of the year was approaching fast and they still hadn't gotten together. It was getting more painful to watch the two pine for each other every day, and while it was adorable, it was also getting painful to watch.

"Alright guys, I have a plan." Savannah announced one day, waking into the room and sitting on the couch.

"What for?" Jeremy asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked up from his phone.

"Getting Y/N and Owen together of course!" She laughed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "And I know just how we're gonna do it."

Charlie sat up and gave Savannah his full attention. "What's the plan boss?"

Savannah grinned at his eagerness before launching into it. "Well, we've tried to get them to admit their feelings for each other nicely, and that's where we messed up." Charlie nodded, the rest of the cast silently agreeing. "So, this time, we don't give them a choice."

"What do you plan on doing, lock them in a closet?" Jeremy asked, rolling his eyes at Sav.

"Exactly!" She said, pointing her fingers at Jeremy. "We're gonna lock them in the old broom closet until they admit their feelings to each other."

"How do we get them in there?" Madi asked, looking up from her phone.

"We could just push them in there." Charlie suggested, shrugging his shoulders. "I can do Owen, Sav can do Y/N."

"Perfect!" Savannah yelled, high fiving Charlie. It was a truly desperate attempt, but at this point they were all ready to try just about anything. "Tomorrow?” Everyone nodded and Sav proudly settled on, “Tomorrow it is.”

×××

The next day came, and by some miracle Owen and Y/N hadn't noticed the mischievous looks the cast shared. To be fair, they had been too busy rehearsing Owens lines for his next scene - being professional… or maybe they were just too busy staring at each other to notice the others. As usual.

Finally it came time to strike.

"Hey Owen, could you come help me move this prop?" Charlie asked, knowing wherever Owen went, Y/N would follow.

"Yeah sure!" Owen smiled, offering his hand to Y/N. She gratefully took it, standing up and placing the script down.

Charlie led them down the hallway, approaching a waiting Savannah who held open the closet door with a smirk on her face. "It's right in here." Charlie said, pointing to the broom closet.

"Really? In the broom-" Owen didn't have time to finish his sentence as Charlie pushed him inside, Savannah quickly pushing Y/N in with him. Savannah was quick to shut the door and lock it, thanking the repairman who put the knob on the outside of the door. "SAVANNAH!" Owen yelled, rattling the doorknob as he banged on the door. "What’s going on?"

"You and Y/N are stuck in there until you admit your feelings for each other." Charlie yelled, smirking as he heard Owen groan.

"Just tell her you're in love with her already!" Savannah sighed, crossing her arms.

"You-You're in love with me?" Y/N gasped, turning to face Owen. She immediately blushed as she realized just how close they really were, the closet not leaving much room to spare.

Owen felt his cheeks heat up as well, his stomach churning. He felt something clog his throat as she stared up at him with expecting eyes, and he swallowed hard to try and dislodge it. Honestly… why not be honest? He wasn’t getting out of here until he was it seemed. "Y-Yeah I am. I have been for a while now." Owen stumbled over the first word, scratching the back of his neck. Y/N felt her heart stop as he spoke. She swore the whole world itself had stopped moving. "I-Its ok if you don't feel the same. I just-"

Y/N cut off Owen's rambling by pressing her lips to his, her hand reaching up to his neck, pulling him into her. Owen sighed as he kissed her back, his hands grabbing her hips, his stomach fluttering with butterflies.

Charlie and Savannah, who had their ears pressed onto the door, gasped and jumped for joy as they heard Owens' confession be silenced by Y/N. There was no doubt in either of their minds what was going on in there. They’d done it. Finally!

Savannah was quick to announce the news to the group chat and it wasn't long before Madi was running down the hallway screaming, "NO WAY IT FINALLY HAPPENED?"

Y/N and Owen pulled apart, laughing at Madi, resting their foreheads against each other.

"Will you be my girlfriend Y/N?" He tried to keep quiet, but he could hear the others outside making noises of celebration.

Y/N giggled, unphased by the dorks outside, and pulled Owen in for another soft kiss. Just before their lips touched she whispered, "I'd love to."

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hardysbitch · 3 years

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Tres en la cama | Owen x lectora x Charlie

Nota Original: entonces, básicamente, es la primera vez que escribo una obscenidad, no me gusta mucho, pero a mis amigos sí y querían que la publicara. Esta es mi primera vez, así que ... ¿ser amable?

Descripción: A t/n le cortan y se vuelve atrevida. Todo su atrevimiento se convierte en sexo

Advertencia: obscenidad y lenguaje

(Esto no es para disgustar a nadie, por eso hay una advertencia, así que no empieces a escribir nada grosero para mí ni para nadie) ¡Que tengas un buen día! :)

Nota Importante: Yo solo estoy traduciendo este a/u, el original es de @l3sko

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Bubby <3 (Charlie)

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C: Oye, Owen y yo estábamos

preguntándonos si querías quedar?

¿Dónde?

C: Oh, sí. Mierda. La casa de Owen.

Lo disfrutaría, Bryce rompió

conmigo y estoy un

un poco molesta.

C: ¿Estás bien? Tú definitivamente

necesitas venir

Estoy caliente

C: Deja de enviarme mensajes de texto con cosas raras

tan tarde en la noche

Solo... voy a ir

C: Está bien, bicho raro...

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"¡Oye, t/n!" Owen gritó alegremente, abriendo la puerta. "Oye," dije suavemente, pasando junto a él. Me quité la chaqueta y dejé mi bolso de entrenar negro.

"¿Qué le pasa?" Owen le susurró a Charlie. "¿Sabes de ella y Bryce?" Owen asintió, tratando de seguirlo. "Bueno, se separaron". Owen frunció el ceño un poco ante las palabras de Charlie.

"¿Sabes qué hay en su camisa?" Owen señaló hacia ella mientras ella se quedaba mirándolos. Charlie negó con la cabeza, jugando con sus dedos.

"Um, uh," Owen volvió a levantar la mano, aclarándose la garganta. "¿Por qué estáis susurrando?" Fruncí las cejas. "T-tu-um camisa," miré hacia abajo, con arcadas.

"Me olvidé de eso", corrí rápidamente al baño que estaba a la izquierda. Me miré en el espejo que tenía gabinetes negros. "Estúpido perro", me quité la camiseta que tenía vomito.

Me quedé allí mirándome a mí misma en mi sujetador push-up. Me acerqué, agarré una toalla, haciendo todo lo posible por limpiarme. Miré mis pantalones cortos negros, vi un poco de vómito y me los quité rápidamente.

~ Afuera con los chicos ~

"Amigo, ¿la viste?" Charlie tocó el pecho de Owen. "¿T-tú piensas en lo que yo pienso?" El rostro de Owen se iluminó y asintió.

"Tetas", dijo Charlie, mirando a Owen. "Vomito", dijo Owen al mismo tiempo que Charlie, también mirándolo.

Owen frunció el ceño y golpeó a Charlie en el pecho. "¿Qué diablos Charlie?" Charlie levantó las manos en defensa. "¿Qué, tío?" Owen se burló y volvió a golpear a Charlie. "La conocemos desde hace años. Es nuestra mejor amiga, ¿y tú estás mirando sus tetas?"

Charlie se burló, dándose cuenta de ese pequeño problema. Cuando Owen estaba a punto de hablar para romper el silencio, la puerta del baño se abrió. Owen y Charlie tragaron saliva al ver la vista delante de ellos.

"T-tú" tartamudeó Owen, congelando sus palabras. "¿Por qué estás desnuda?" Charlie dijo en un tono de voz más bajo.

"¿Juzgándome?" Crucé mis brazos ante su mirada. Owen negó con la cabeza rápidamente, colocando sus manos detrás de su espalda. "N-no," Charlie se rascó la nuca.

"¿Me vas a traer algo de ropa?" Me acerqué a ellos, tomando un sorbo del agua que estaba sobre la mesa. Owen me miró con los ojos muy abiertos, tratando de no moverse.

"Owen, ¿estás bien?" Charlie cuestionó, tocando su espalda baja. Miré hacia arriba y vi los ojos de Owen en mí. "Cierra los ojos... Owen", sonreí, levantándome del todo.

Charlie me dio una pequeña mirada, con una pequeña mirada en sus ojos. "Yo-yo- tal vez debería traerte una-um- camiseta?" Owen dijo como una pregunta, tratando de alejarse.

Lo agarré del brazo y lo detuve ligeramente. "¿Puedo besarte?" Dije al azar, viendo a Charlie aplaudir.

Owen tragó saliva y asintió. Agarré su rostro, lamiendo mis labios ligeramente. Sentí tres manos deslizarse por mi cintura. Empujé todo mi peso sobre Owen mientras golpeaba la otra mano.

"Charlie, tendrás tu atención. Ten paciencia," le di una mirada coqueta. Volví a mirar a Owen y lo vi mirándome con asombro.

"Esto no es para nada cómo imaginé que iría la noche", soltó Owen suavemente. Empujé mis labios rosados sobre los suyos, sintiendo sus manos agarrar mi trasero.

"Joder, ¿podemos llevar esto al dormitorio?" Charlie gritó desde un lado. Owen mordió mi labio inferior, tirando de él ligeramente y ganándose un pequeño gemido.

Deslizó su lengua rápidamente, sintiendo sus anillos fríos golpear mi cintura y apretarme con fuerza. Sentí que dos manos empezaban a empujarme hacia la habitación de Owen. Sonreí, sabiendo que era Charlie. Owen tomó mi mejilla, empujando hacia atrás lentamente y sonriéndome.

Owen comenzó a bajarse los pantalones mientras me acercaba a Charlie, tratando de ayudar a sus pequeños retorcimientos. "¿Puedes ayudarme con la cremallera?" Charlie puso sus manos detrás de su cabeza, sonriendo levemente.

Me burlé juguetonamente, sacando la lengua mientras me enfocaba en su cremallera gris. Lo bajé y escuché un ruido chirriante. Charlie siguió sacándose los pantalones. Escuché una pequeña risa detrás de mí, "Creo que te alegrará saber que no estoy usando ropa interior". Owen se bajó los pantalones y le salió una polla grande, grande y dura.

Tragué saliva, mirándolo. Sonrió y se quitó la camisa sexualmente. Lo miré de arriba abajo, sintiendo cómo la mano de Charlie detrás de mí se desliza desde la rodilla hasta la parte superior del muslo. Sentí las mariposas tensarse en mi estómago.

"Vi eso. Me acabas de revisar." Owen dijo, tomando su ropa y arrojándola al otro lado de la habitación. Charlie se levantó de la pequeña silla en la que estaba sentado. Me agarró por la cintura, me levantó y me tiró sobre la cama.

Charlie se rio de mi pequeño grito ahogado. Owen se acercó a Charlie y le quitó la camisa. "Me doy cuenta de que tu mensaje de repente te hizo audaz". Charlie sonrió como Jeremy en 'Julie y los fantasmas' como Reggie.

Me reí, sosteniendo mis manos sobre mi estómago. Miré hacia arriba y vi a Owen apretar su agarre sobre la polla de Charlie. Me sentí nerviosa, pasando mis manos arriba y abajo por mis muslos.

Antes de que me diera cuenta, Charlie estaba empujando a Owen hacia la cama. Se arrastró y besó a Owen con dureza. Charlie se acercó, colocando una mano en mi muslo, acercándose más a mi clítoris.

Lo frotó ligeramente, quitando su mano rápidamente, haciéndome sisear por la pérdida. Tomó la mano que tenía sobre mí y comenzó a masturbarse a Owen lentamente, sin dejar de besarlo con dureza.

Se movió hacia atrás, separando sus labios, inclinándose lentamente hacia la polla de Owen. Comenzó a depositar besos suaves en los abdominales de Owen, llegando hasta su línea en V. "Di por favor", dijo Charlie, besando ligeramente la punta de Owen.

El cuerpo de Owen se estremeció bajo su toque. "C-Charlie, amigo, por favor," apretó los dientes, gruñendo levemente. Charlie sonrió ante el rostro de su mejor amigo.

Charlie puso lentamente sus labios en la punta. Chupó ligeramente, amando ver a Owen gimotear. Owen colocó sus manos en la parte de atrás de la cabeza de Charlie, agarrando su cabello con fuerza. "Charlie, ve" Owen asintió con la cabeza hacia mí. Charlie miró hacia arriba, viéndome toqueteando mi coño y conteniendo un gemido.

Eché mi cabeza hacia atrás mirándolos, Charlie sonrió, chupando más fuerte la punta de Owen. Owen empujó sus caderas hacia arriba, haciendo que Charlie tuviera arcadas. Levanté la vista de mi cara sudorosa, saqué los dedos de mi coño y comencé a frotar mi clítoris.

Owen tomó sus manos que aún estaban en la cabeza de Charlie, empujándolo más profundo. Charlie tenía saliva goteando de su boca, ojos rojos inyectados en sangre. Owen envolvió sus piernas detrás de la espalda de Charlie.

Owen se acercó a mi mano, tratando de acercarme a él. Pero antes de que pudiera, di un golpe, haciéndome ahogar un gemido, mirando directamente a Charlie. Charlie se apartó de Owen, haciendo que Owen le diera una mirada repugnante. "Deja de distraerme", dijo Charlie, mirándome.

Owen tomó mi muñeca que estaba en mi coño, metió mis dedos en su boca y me acercó más. Comenzó a chuparlos ligeramente mientras Charlie comenzaba a bajar sobre él. Tomé mi mano abierta, la puse sobre la mano de Owen que estaba en la cabeza de Charlie, empujándolo hasta el punto en que su nariz tocaba el pubis de Owen.

Charlie se atragantó, las lágrimas amenazaron con caer de su rostro. Honestamente, pude ver la polla de Owen golpeando la parte posterior de la garganta de Charlie. Las mejillas de Charlie se chuparon con tanta fuerza, tratando de obtener algo de Owen. Tomé la mano libre de Owen que sostenía las sábanas con fuerza y lo llevé a agarrarme las tetas.

Owen inhala profundamente y se muerde el labio. "Me voy a correr", la cara de Charlie se iluminó, ya podía decir que iba a hacer muchas cosas. Charlie desenganchó una de sus manos del muslo de Owen, jugando ligeramente con la pelota derecha de Owen.

Charlie retiró la boca de nuevo. Sacudió un poco sus bolas en sus manos antes de besar inesperadamente la punta de Owen. El rostro de Owen se iluminó y pronto salió un líquido blanco y cálido. Me di cuenta de que Owen estaba avergonzado de lo fácil que se corrió, así que lo besé.

Abrí los ojos entre el beso, mirando a Charlie, estaba tragando hasta el último bocado. Una vez que terminó, se levantó de los muslos de Owen.

Owen se liberó del beso y miró a Charlie. "Cierra los ojos y extiende las manos", dijo Charlie, señalándome. Fruncí las cejas y miré a Owen. "Por favor", dijo Owen con sus pequeños ojos verdes de cachorro, empujando su labio inferior.

"Están cerrados, ¿Qué van a hacer ?" Cuestioné. Sentí cuatro manos sacarme de la cama y ponerme de rodillas.

Escuché a Charlie reírse un poco. Sentí dos objetos largos y duros tocarme, rebotando dentro y fuera de mi cara. "Oh," solté juguetonamente. Abrí los ojos lentamente, sabiendo que Owen se correría más rápido y más fácilmente, especialmente con lo que acababa de pasar.

Tomé sus dos pollas en mi mano, juntando las puntas mientras gemían en sincronía. Owen comenzó a besar a Charlie por todo el cuello, tratando de hacerlo más sensible. Observé a Charlie solo un poco. Luego llevé a Owen hasta el final. Sacudiéndolos cada vez que lo hice con la otra persona.

Owen tartamudeó un suave gemido. Volví con Charlie, chupando y trabajando. Sentí dos manos, una de Charlie y la otra de Owen, agarrar la parte de atrás de mi cabeza.

Me metieron las pollas en la boca, solo la punta. Miré hacia arriba, viendo pequeñas sonrisas. Intenté prepararme mentalmente, pero ya era demasiado tarde. Antes de que pudiera reaccionar, mi cabeza se movía hacia arriba y hacia abajo.

Estaba vomitando mientras las lágrimas caían arrastrándose por mi cara. "Realmente la amamos", dijo Charlie, besando el hombro de Owen. Empecé a empujar mientras me dolía la garganta. Me sentí entumecido, pero un buen sentido de entumecido. Comencé a chupar tan fuerte como pude saboreando su líquido pre-semen en mis labios.

Podía escuchar los quejidos y sentir los temblores por encima de mí, sabía que se iban a correr en cualquier segundo. Puse mis manos de nuevo, haciendo mi mejor esfuerzo al menos, y agarré las partes muy pequeñas que no cabían en mi boca.

Justo cuando hice eso, Owen soltó, sin advertencia ni nada. Me atraganté cuando se derramó por todo mi pecho y salió por mi boca. Owen sacó el suyo, se sacudió a un lado y se quedó allí mirándonos a mí ya Charlie.

Me deslicé, tratando de recuperar el aliento mientras Owen tomaba su mano y me empujaba hacia Charlie. "Tienes que seguir, especialmente para Charlie. No debes dejar de moverte. Ya casi ha terminado". Owen soltó, la respiración era limitada. Asentí con la cabeza, chupando su punta lo mejor que pude.

Sentí un líquido tibio dispararse en la parte posterior de mi garganta, saliva derramándose por todas partes mientras trataba de tragarlo todo. La polla de Charlie se movió, dejándome jadeando por aire. Me tomaron de los brazos y me levantaron.

"Tu turno, bebé", gritaron Owen y Charlie al mismo tiempo. Resoplé ya cansado, pero sabiendo que sería bueno. Me subo a la cama y separo las piernas. Charlie saltó emocionado y Owen simplemente se deslizó a mi lado, sosteniendo mi muslo.

"Antes de que hagamos esto, déjame aclarar algo", tragó saliva Owen, asintiendo con la cabeza para terminar. "¿Owen básicamente tuvo dos rondas, Charlie tuvo una y yo no tuve ninguna?" Charlie asintió con la cabeza, "pero ni siquiera estamos cerca de terminar, especialmente contigo".

Charlie tomó mi otro muslo en su mano. Ambos se humedecieron los labios como si hubieran estado muriendo de hambre durante tanto tiempo. "¿Solamente os vais a quedar ahí?" Charlie gruñó ante mi pequeño comentario, Owen sabía lo que iba a hacer.

Charlie me llevó al borde de la cama mientras Owen y él se arrodillaban frente a mi coño ya mojado. Charlie tomó su mano y la acercó más y más a mi vagina palpitante.

Tomó un dedo, separando mis pliegues haciendo que gritara un gemido. "¡Hey! Tranquilo, mis vecinos son groseros y odian que sea ruidosa", se burlo Owen, sabiendo que usaría eso en su contra más tarde.

"Cállate", espeté, queriendo más. "¿Que acabas de decir?" Owen levantó la cabeza de golpe al mirar mis pliegues. Charlie dejó escapar un pequeño grito, solo quería comerme.

"¡Solo haz tu trabajo!" Grité: "Vas a pagar por esto más tarde", dijo Owen, bajando la cabeza.

Charlie fue el primero en entrar, chupando con fuerza, pero asombrosamente, mi clítoris. Eché la cabeza hacia atrás sintiéndome mareada. Mis ojos se cerraron revoloteando cuando sentí que otra mano me extendía más. Ambos empezaron a chuparme y a burlarse de mí. Empujé mis caderas hacia arriba para que sus pequeños rastrojos en sus caras rozaran contra mí. Charlie se rio provocando que una vibración me recorriera.

Puse mi mano sobre su cabeza, simplemente queriendo más. Sentí dedos grandes correr desde mi culo hasta mi clítoris de nuevo. Sentí a Owen sacarme la lengua mientras yo arqueaba la espalda e inclinaba la cabeza hacia atrás con tanto placer.

Charlie levantó la cabeza, tratando de descifrar mis emociones. "Te ves tan hermosa", pasó su mano por la parte baja de mi estómago, haciéndome temblar bajo el toque. Empecé a temblar cuando sentí tres dedos deslizarse dentro de mí.

Poco sabían que era virgen. Quiero decir... lo único que he hecho es mamadas a algunos chicos y tocarme. Pero nunca me han comido o tal vez incluso más. ;)

Owen movió la cabeza para que quedara frente a mi muslo. Pasó sus dientes suavemente por mi muslo, guiñándome un ojo. Su ligero aliento fresco en mi muslo me hizo querer morir.

Owen y Charlie volvieron al área principal. Charlie todavía me tocaba con los dedos, fuerte y rápido, dejándome sin palabras. Ambos empezaron a lamer mi coño con sus lenguas.

Me sentí débil. Como si me estuviera rindiendo. Yo estaba temblando. Mis caderas no dejaban de temblar en sus caras. Eché la cabeza hacia atrás y puse los ojos en blanco. Pude ver el amor en sus ojos cuando volví a mirarlos.

"Chicos, estoy cerca", grité, sintiendo que mi interior se apretaba. "¿Podemos follar después?" Pude ver los ojos de Charlie abrirse de par en par.

Antes de que pudieran responder, Owen metió dos dedos, los estaba cubriendo con humedad. Todo mi cuerpo se sacudió rápidamente antes de soltarme. Mi orgasmo me dejó temblando, se lamieron la lengua en todos los sentidos. Tratando de obtener hasta la última gota.

"Nuestra hermosa niña, fuiste increíble", sonreí tímidamente, viendo a Charlie trepar por mi cuerpo. Pude ver una sonrisa en el rostro de Owen, rápidamente agarró la polla de Charlie que estaba extendida sobre mi estómago y la sacudió rápidamente. Se apartó y se subió a la cama como si no hubiera puesto una sola mano sobre Charlie.

Charlie gruñó mientras deslizaba su boca sobre la mía. ¡Vaya! Su beso fue eléctrico. Sentí como si el fuego me atravesara.

Owen nos apartó, agarró a Charlie y lo empujó hacia la cabecera. Automáticamente supe lo que estaba pensando Owen. "Tal vez este sea un buen momento para deciros ". Dejé de mirarlos." Yo-uh- soy virgen y esa fue la primera vez que me comieron ". La sonrisa de Charlie se desvaneció.

"¿Por qué estás mintiendo?" Fruncí las cejas, "No estoy mintiendo cariño", tenía una expresión de pura conmoción en su rostro. "¿Estás seguro de que quieres montarme entonces?" Tragué saliva pensando en estirarme, asintiendo lentamente.

"Nop. Eso no funcionará. Necesitamos palabras." Owen dice detrás de mí. "¿M-tal vez?" Dije como una pregunta. Charlie se incorporó sobre sus manos. "¿Qué quieres decir con tal vez? Es una pregunta de sí o no".

Jugué con mis dedos, "Realmente quiero hacer esto, sí". Owen sonrió y me besó la sien con suavidad. "¿Sabes qué es un condón?" Me burlé golpeando el pecho de Charlie. "No soy un idiota," rodé mis ojos juguetonamente.

Abrió la mesita de noche de Owen, con condones morados y dorados dentro. "¿Cuántos de estos tienes?" Owen se rascó la nuca. "Lo que sea que haya en tres cajas grandes", me reí de Owen, mirándolo rasgar el condón y deslizarlo sobre sí mismo con cuidado.

Me senté a horcajadas sobre el regazo de Charlie ligeramente, uniendo nuestros labios y tirando de su cabello. Gemí levemente cuando una mano me agarró la parte inferior del trasero y me separó. Sentí la punta de la polla de Charlie en mi área sensible. Gemí en el beso, dándole accesos a mi boca para su lengua.

Sentí anillos fríos en mis caderas, Owen obviamente, y me empuja hacia abajo. Grité un poco cuando Owen y Charlie detuvieron todo, mirándome preocupados. "Bebé, ¿estás bien?" Asentí con la cabeza a Owen, sonriendo levemente. "Me acostumbraré, solo empieza," Owen comenzó a usar sus manos para empujarme hacia arriba y hacia abajo mientras Charlie y yo gemíamos y lloriqueábamos en todo.

Empecé a aplastarme contra Charlie y empecé a moverme más rápido. Owen pronto lo soltó y comenzó a masturbarse. Me eché hacia atrás, con las manos en las pantorrillas de Charlie. Justo cuando hice eso, su polla siguió golpeando este ángulo.

Grité de placer, las lágrimas se formaron en mis ojos sudorosos. "Voy a correrme", asintió Charlie, apretando los dientes. Sentí que mi interior se apretaba y, antes de darme cuenta, me corrí, de nuevo.

Charlie empezó a ayudarme a seguir moviéndome, por él. Él gruñía y se aferraba a mi teta con fuerza. "Oh mierda-" gritó Owen provocando que una sonrisa creciera en mi rostro. "Tú eres el que dijo que te callaras y no estás callado," dije mientras me inclinaba hacia el pecho de Charlie, sintiendo que su respiración se hacía más pesada.

Lo soltó, un líquido tibio se derramó dentro del condón. Me estremecí, envolviendo mis brazos alrededor de su torso. Y besarlo tan levemente en el pecho. Nos sentamos allí por un minuto, recuperando el aliento.

Escuché un gruñido, mirando detrás de mí a un Owen de aspecto celoso. "Espera un minuto... ¿estás celoso?" Sacudió la cabeza con los brazos cruzados. "¿Quieres unirte a esta ronda?" Owen se encendió y asintió con dureza.

"¿Mi trasero?" Le pregunté mientras Charlie agarraba el lubricante. "¿Tienes estas cosas en todas parte?" Charlie y Owen simplemente se rieron, sin responder a mi pregunta.

Owen saltó hacia mí, todos sabíamos en este punto que esta ronda sería rápida. Todos estábamos súper sensibles en este punto, podría suceder en 2 minutos por lo que sé.

Charlie todavía estaba dentro de mí mientras Owen tomaba un poco de lubricante para ponerlo en él y en mí. Charlie quitó sus manos de mi cintura y separó mis nalgas. "¿Listo, nena?" Asentí con la cabeza, sintiendo una punta golpear mi agujero, gimiendo mientras él empujaba rápidamente.

Charlie golpeó a Owen en el brazo. "Amigo, es primera vez. ¡Fue duro!" Owen se encogió de hombros y murmuró un perdón. Owen agarró mi cabello y lo hizo girar en sus manos, listo para tirar de mi cabeza hacia atrás. "Tu cabello es tan suave." Owen escupió al azar, todos reímos después.

Se aseguraron de que estuviera bien moverse y de que yo estuviera de acuerdo con esto. Lo cual yo era. Estaba rebotando hacia arriba y hacia abajo, de lado a lado, honestamente en todos los sentidos. Estaba besando a Owen al revés, quiero decir que todo estaba agitado.

Charlie tenía una mano en la espalda baja de Owen y la otra en mi pecho. Lo mismo con Owen, pero una mano estaba envuelta en la parte delantera de mi cintura. Charlie soltó su mano de mi teta y comenzó a frotar mi clítoris.

Empecé a gemir tan fuerte que probablemente el mundo entero podría oírme. Owen metió un dedo en mi boca para chupar mientras yo apretaba la polla de Charlie. "Joder- Charlie- Owen- nunca reemplazamos su condón- joder oh sí-" no respondieron, probablemente estaban viendo estrellas.

"T / n estoy casi allí- oh mierda-" Owen gimió, uniéndose a Charlie para frotar mi clítoris. Me solté antes de Owen, apretándome el culo a propósito y envolviéndome con fuerza alrededor de la polla de Charlie. Ambos gimieron y gruñeron, poniendo los ojos en blanco.

"Justo ahí- oh oh- sí-" dijo Charlie sintiéndome apretarme a su alrededor. Owen soltó este líquido increíblemente tibio, llenándome asombrosamente. Owen se retiró, cayendo sobre el lado izquierdo, Charlie lo soltó, sintiendo que se le caía el condón y se le caía sobre los pelos del pub.

Me bajé y me acosté entre ellos. "Me gustó", dije sin aliento. Sentí que podía escucharlos sonreír. Envolví mis brazos alrededor de ellos, acercándolos, para que sus caras golpearan mis senos.

Charlie se rió, murmurando, "eres tan linda cuando estás cansada", besé la parte superior de su dulce y sudorosa cabeza, sonriendo felizmente.

"Necesitamos hablar sobre lo que pasó esta noche, mañana por la mañana", gritó Owen desde un costado. Estaba a punto de responder, pero mis párpados se volvieron demasiado pesados y me desmayé. Con ellos en mis brazos.

Los chicos hablaron de cómo me amaban gritando sus nombres. Cómo quieren ser más dominantes la próxima vez. Quieren castigarse el uno al otro la próxima vez. Y definitivamente no volveré a hacer cinco rondas, tal vez solo tres. Siguieron hablando y hablando de cómo amaban a ti, hasta que se durmieron, Charlie babeando sobre su teta y Owen lamiéndola.

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Me desperté con los chicos limpiándome. "Oh, mira quién está despierta." Charlie dijo, sonriendo juguetonamente. "Lamentamos mucho lo de anoche y nunca limpiarte", le di a Owen una sonrisa. Se metieron en la cama y se acurrucaron contra mi costado. Antes de que me levantara de un salto ante un pensamiento. "¿Qué hora es?" Owen se volvió detrás de él, intentando comprobarlo.

"12:34 pm, ¿por qué?" Habló suavemente. "Mierda. ¡Llego tarde al trabajo!" Salté, golpeando a Owen en su polla. Gruñó, curvando su cuerpo en una bola. "Joder, lastimaste a Owen", gritó Charlie, frotando la espalda de Owen. "Vuelve a la cama t/n," Charlie me miró mientras me ponía una camiseta al azar.

"No puedo llegar tarde, me volverán a despedir". Owen siseó todavía dolorido. "No nos importa, si pasa algo te mantendremos bajo nuestras casas. Solo vuelve", salté rápidamente, de nuevo sobre ellos. Golpeando besos ligeros en el lugar de las cosquillas de Owen. Incluso bajé a su estómago, sabiendo que lo estaba dejando palpitando.

Charlie me agarró por la cintura y me apartó de Owen. "¡Tienes que mostrarme amor!" Llamó en broma. Me dio un beso lento y apasionado, sentí como si estuviera en el cielo. Se apartó, besando mi frente suavemente. "¿Esa es mi camisa?" Owen dijo a la ligera desde atrás, dejándonos a Charlie y a mí riendo.

"Anoche fue increíble", dije a la ligera. "Ustedes son los que me quitaron la virginidad, y estoy feliz por eso". Sonreí a mis manos inquietas.

"Pareces preocupada," Owen se sentó, apoyándose en la cabecera. "¿E-te sentiste presionado para tener sexo con nosotros? Oh, Dios mío. Si lo hiciste, lo sentimos mucho", dijo Charlie, dejando escapar una voz suave y asustada.

Charlie también se sentó, esperando mi respuesta. "Ustedes están locos. Confío en ustedes dos con todo mi corazón. Por supuesto que yo también quería", me empujé hacia arriba para estar justo al lado de ellos, en el mismo ángulo y todo.

"¿Puedo trenzar tu cabello?" Le solté al azar a Owen mientras asentía. "Es un alivio", dijo Charlie a un lado. Me reí, sabiendo que no pretendía asustarlos así a propósito. Me coloqué detrás de Owen y tomé su largo cabello rubio sucio entre mis manos. Tiré un poco, tratando de conseguir una trenza francesa perfecta. "¡Owen, deja de moverte!" Gritó de dolor. "Lo siento, Jesucristo", seguía quejándose y discutiendo conmigo.

Charlie sentó su cabeza entre el regazo de Owen, todavía ninguno de los dos con los pantalones puestos. Owen finalmente se movió, lo que me hizo estropear todo. "Deja de moverte y preocuparte. ¡Solo te estoy trenzando el pelo!" Hizo una mueca y me sacó la lengua. Me reí, sonriendo levemente y amando la forma en que podía ser yo misma con ellos, sin que se lo tomaran demasiado en serio

Terminé las trenzas de Owen, besando a cada uno de ellos en los labios y organizándolos en una posición de abrazos. Ellos sonrieron por lo concentrado que estaba. Toda esa noche fue descuidada, nos besamos, nos abrazamos, miramos películas y horneamos pequeñas galletas.

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