#but can you imagine dick growing up and saying nah I’m still not wearing pants

[wannabe-duckboy]

My brain said “discowing, but take away the pants” and I complied to the best of my ability.

#nightwing #dick grayson #I tried my best but I’m really no artist #please ignore the arm that’s incredibly short shhh #but can you imagine dick growing up and saying nah I’m still not wearing pants

[drakenology]

It’s Gonna Be A Long Night - Bakugo Katsuki

warnings! ⚠️ : smut, fluff, and swearing. also in the perspective of a fem!reader

summary: bakugo gets home from a longggg night of hero work; desperate to just crawl into his shared bed with his favorite person (hey, that’s you!) and ravish her until the night is done. he hasn’t been this hungry for you since the first time you guys did the deed!

Idk the word count for this. Sorry! I’m typing this on my phone anddd i’m kinda new to this stuff. Enjoy!

God. Tonight was one of the most draining nights of Bakugo’s career as top hero. Five villian attacks in the same night as well as an attempted kidnapping. Not to mention the long and drawn out confrence meetings with the local police as well as the other pro heros in his agency.

As the night ended, Bakugo waved goodbye with the least amount of energy he could give as he turned in for the night, heading to his car to return home. He plopped down in the driver’s seat with an exasperated sigh as he reached in his pocket to grab his phone to let you know he was on the way home; shutting this door behind himself.

“Hey, you awake? If not I’m waking you up. I need you.” Bakugo texted with sleepy eyes. He waited for a little while to see if you’d respond before he pulled off. Soon enough he heard his phone ping.

“Yeah. Can’t sleep. Had a bad day? I can reheat your dinner if you want.” You texted back from your shared bed. You were up waiting for him to come home all night. He wasn’t supposed to be out this late anyways. That’s what happens when you’re engaged to a pro hero. The sleepless nights, those nights where one of you would be asleep and the other comes trudging in from a late shift; sometimes it can be overwhelming, but for him it was all worth it. You supported his dream of being a pro hero since the two of you were walking the halls of UA together.

“Nah. Not hungry for that. I’m tryna eat something else though.” Bakugo texted back with a sly smirk. He sat his phone on the dashboard and pulled out of the parking lot; making his way home.

Bakugo couldn’t wait to get home; driving in his all black sports car with haste through the city traffic. At least y/n would be there to greet him. He knew from the start of your relationship that you were his end game. He loved everything about you from your head down to your toes (which he secretly thinks are fucking adorable!). All he could think about is how you look when you’re undone; hair messy, little to no clothes on looking absolutely delicious in one of his big t-shirts. He could already smell your shampoo as he dreamt of you lying in bed waiting for him; his pants growing tight as he imagines your breasts bare and supple underneath one of his shirts. As he waits for the traffic light to turn green, he reaches for his phone to text you again.

“Gonna fuck the shit outta you when I get there, baby. I cant wait to see that ass naked.”

Meanwhile at home, you read the text from your favorite blonde with a goofy smile plastered on your face. Biting your lip in temptation, you jump out of bed to prep yourself for the long night of love-making ahead. It was a Friday night so he had all the time in the world to please your body for as long as he wished as weekends were his only days off. You walked towards your bathroom to take a quick shower before your fiancé made his way home. You stood in the hot shower and let out a small groan as the feeling of your muscles relaxing under the water slowly covered your body. Sighing, you wash up a little more before turning off the water and stepping out, running a towel over your wet face to dry it off. You walk back into your bedroom and pull out one of Bakugo’s favorite sets he loves to see you in. An orange lace bra with a black lacy thong with matching orange trimming on them. The first time you wore this for your fiancé he damn near ripped it off of you.

“Fuck, you look so sexy, princess. Move ‘em to the side. Don’t you dare take them off.” He said gesturing towards your sweet heat. He ate you out for what seemed like hours that night in his office and fucked you until you couldn’t remember your own name.

You softly smiled at the memory as you pulled a big white t-shirt (belonging to bakugo) over the sexy little number. Soon enough you heard the sound of your fiancé’s car alarm being activated .

He’s home. You practically run into the living room like a puppy greeting its owner. Standing right in front of the front door, you listen as the door clicks unlocked, your lower half feeling a familiar pressure. You missed him so much. Too much. The door opens as your spikey headed blond lover walks through, sitting his bag at the door and taking off his shoes. He looks down at you, his towering figure inching closer to your smaller frame. He says nothing, pulling you into his arms as if he hadn’t seen you in years when it had only been a few hours. You wrap your arms around his neck and embrace the man you love.

“Hey, shitty woman.” He says, peppering little kisses all over your face and neck.

He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his strong waist as he plants a passionate kiss on your lips. Your tongues danced together, massaging and exploring each other with love as he pulled away slowly as if he never wanted to stop. He catches your scent and he knows he’s finally home. With you.

“I’ve been missing you all day, Ka-chan. How was your day?” You ask him, still being carried by Bakugo as if you were a precious thing that was to never touch the ground.

“It’s better now that I’m home. Today did anything less than piss me off.” Katuski growled. He walked toward the kitchen and sat you down on the island. “I guess you’re gonna have to make it better, huh princess?”

You licked your lips in response; your pussy feeling as if a faucet had been turned on. You wanted him bad. And he wanted you too.

“It’s like you don’t own any of your own pajamas. Why’re you always prancing around in my shirts, huh? Is it ‘cause you know it fuckin’ turns me on seeing you like this? I bet you’re naked under here, aren’t you?” Bakugo groans lifting the shirt over your head to reveal the sexy lingerie you slipped on earlier. You smirk as he drinks in your entire body with his cheeks flushing red. God, he think you’re the most gorgeous thing walking. How’d he end up with someone as perfect as you? Didn’t matter. He had you right where he wanted you, from now until forever.

“Damn.” He said, biting his lip as he caressed your thighs, spreading them a bit to get a good look at you. You let out a subtle moan, your pussy growing wetter by the second as he touched you. It was like his hands knew which spots to touch to turn you on. He stood between your legs, hiking them up on his hips as he motions for you to lay back on the island. “I remember this damned set. You surprised me at work wearing nothing but this under that long coat I got you a couple Christmases back. You still look fuckin’ hot in it.” Bakugo said, looking you deep in your eyes. He doesn’t even know where to start with you. All he knows is that he’s gonna fuck you until all you can say is his name by the break of dawn.

“Katsuki~, I’m so wet for you. P-Please touch me.” You whined, the pressure in your panties becoming too much to bear. He smirks at you, running his hands up your body to pull out one of your breasts from your bra. You hiss a little at your exposed nipple being assaulted by the cool air of the kitchen.

“ ‘Gonna be a long fuckin’ night, baby. You oughta be more patient. You’re gonna be walkin with a limp for a week when I’m done with you.” Bakugo said, lightly pinching your hardened nipple, pulling it slightly as he watched you try and close your thighs for friction. Your lacy panties could barely contain your juices from freely flowing out of you, your moans softly filling Katsuki’s ears as you squirm underneath him.

“Been thinkin’ about your sexy ass all day, ya know.” He says, kissing a trail down to where you needed him most only to further tease you by rubbing your clit harshly with his thumb over your panties. You gasp as he pulled them slightly to the side, just enough to see your pussy glistening with your own juices.

“Heh.. you weren’t kiddin’. You must be dyin’ for me to fuck you, huh baby?” He was enjoying this way too much. You try grinding against his stilled thumb as he swatted your ass in protest, you yelping in response.

“Stay fuckin’ still. I’ll get to that needy little pussy in a second.” He groans. Trust me, this is killing him just as much as it’s killing you. He just wants to savor the moment. Even though he had a whole weekend to have you bent over or spread out for you to take his dick, the weekends go by so quickly. And the night had just begun. Bakugo lifts you up and carries you to your shared bedroom, practically throwing you on the bed as you giggle. He climbs on top of you, dipping down to kiss you again. You moan into the kiss as he slips his tongue in your mouth, lifting a knee up to lightly brush against his hard dick through his pants. He groans, extra sensitive from being hard from his car up until now.

“Damn brat, I told you keep still.” He says, wrapping a hand around your throat to choke you as he kissed you deeper, yanking off your panties. You squeal as he slips his hand down to rub your clit in agonizingly slow circles. You moan into his lips desperately, wanting so much more than this insufferable teasing. You needed him now. He pulls away to look at your face; flushed and absolutely gorgeous. Your hair was disheveled from the kissing, your breast still hanging out of your bra as your chest heaved from you breathing heavily after the heated kiss. He burned this image of you into the back of his mind. Reaching behind you, he unclasped your bra; drinking in your beautiful and supple breasts. He moans at the sight, taking a nipple into his mouth feverishly suckling on the exposed bud. You moan into the air as he slips in two of fingers into your needy hole.

“Like that shit, huh?” He asked, pulling away from your breast. You nodded desperately, moans filling the room and Bakugo’s ears to his delight. He smirked as he quickened his pace, feeling your pussy contract around his fingers. Any more of this and you’re gonna cum for sure. Your moans becoming more high pitched and audible by the second as he inched you closer to your climax. Just as you’re about to release, he stops his fingers to your dismay. You frown at him, the cutest face he’s ever seen.

“Aw, princess. Did ya really think I was gonna let you cum this soon?” He said, licking his fingers tasting your sweet juices. He kissed down your stomach, stopping just below your belly button. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He growls, kissing a little lower.

“Fuuuck, Ka-chan pleaseee. F-Fuck me. I need you.” you whine, almost crying out for him to fuck you already. He loves it when you beg for him, especially when you use his old nickname in bed while doing so. You’re a strong, bad ass hero out in the streets, but a needy little baby for him in the sheets. He smirks as he removed his pants and boxers, his thick and juicy length slapping against his stomach as he removed them. You practically drool at the sight, hungry for that dick to be inside you. He watches your face has he revealed his dick to you, loving the hunger in your eyes.

“You ready, babe?” He asked, tapping the tip of his dick against your aching pussy. You nod, so ready to take him as you spread your legs nice and wide for him. Bakugo bit his lip at the sight of your gorgeous pussy, not hesitating to slide himself inside with a gutteral grunt. You gasp, taking him all in with ease with your slick cunt.

“Fuck, baby, mmm you’re so fuckin’ wet for me.” He groans, leaning down into your neck as he slowly thrusts into you, allowing you to adjust to his length. You two haven’t fucked all week until now so you’re feeling extra tight around him. Finally, the feeling you’ve been waiting for all night. You moaned sinfully as you feel him stretch you out, grabbing hold of his head and pulling lightly on his hair. He always filled you up so nicely, the feeling of his veiny length sliding in and out of your drenched walls sending you into complete bliss. The world could be burning around you and you wouldn’t even notice or care. Bakugo leaving open mouth kisses all over your neck, sucking harshly at the flesh as he leaves love bites all over as his pace became hard and fast. You moan loudly as he pounds into you, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you claw at his back.

“Mmmm~, K-Kachan I-I love you.” You purr into his ear as he kisses you in response. You start to feel yourself coming undone under him, your legs shaking around him. “I-I’m gonna c-cum. Ughh I love you.” You repeated as he fucks you even harder. Sounds of skin slapping, and your wet pussy taking him in and out filled the room as your moans echo in Katsuki’s ears. He’s close too but you always cum first so he’s holding himself back.

“Shit baby. You’re so fuckin’ tight. Go head and cum for me. C’mon.” He coos, rubbing your clit in time with his strokes. You practically scream as you instantaneously come undone as he requested, Katsuki not letting up in his strokes as he has to cum too. Tears fill your eyes as you take him, not fully recovered from your first orgasm as you moan louder. Overstimulated, you tremble underneath him unable to cope.

“Ah- Fuck!” You scream, feeling yourself about to burst for him again. His name on your lips like a mantra, you claw at his back more, for sure leaving scratches. He growls, lifting your legs onto his shoulders, stroking you deeper and deeper. He watches your face twist and turn as you take him deeper, your face filled with pleasure and lust as he brutally pounded into you. Your breasts jiggle as he pounds you, you grabbing onto one for dear life as he assaults your pussy. You clench around him again, seeing stars in your eyes as you feel yourself nearing your second orgasm.

“That’s right, baby. Cum for me again. ‘M not fuckin done with you.” His brash voice hums as he leans in further, your legs pressed against your chest as he pounds into you, slow but hard. You can’t contain your moans as you scream and cry for him, your neighbors definitely will know his name without even meeting him. You moan from deep within your stomach as you clench hard around his dick, cumming again and leaving a mess all over your sheets. He groans as his hips stutter into yours, nearing his own release.

“Fuckkk princess. I’m gonna cum- shit!” He hissed, his strokes becoming sloppy. You bite your lip as you feel his dick throb inside you, loving the way his last few thrusts feel.

“Yes ‘Suki, cum inside me!” You whine, kissing him briefly as you felt his hot sticky cum coat your insides. Huffing and puffing, his head hangs back as he rides out his orgasm. He comes back to reality as he pulls himself out of you, watching his seed ooze out of your used pussy with pride. You wipe the sweat from your brow as you welcome him to snuggle with you, his head resting on your breasts as he kissed them and gave one a final squeeze. You two lay in silence, coming down from the highs of your orgasms as you both panted for air with exhaustion. Well, at least for you anyways. He looks at you with love in his eyes, caressing your cheek as he gazed into your eyes.

“I know I don’t say this to you often.. but I love you. Dumbass.” He laughs weakly as he kisses your breast. You smile as you move his hair away from his face.

“And I you, Kachan.” You say, kissing his forehead. Knowing Katuski for as long as you have, he doesn’t really articulate his feelings with words but more so with his actions. Tonight was a prime example of him showing his love and appreciation for you without having to say it. So to hear him say these words verbally means a lot to you.

“No seriously. Y/n I can’t wait to marry you in a few weeks. And then I’m gonna put a baby in you as soon as we get home. I can’t wait to see you all swollen, wabbling around with our baby inside you. I know we’re gonna make for kick ass parents. You’re the best thing that’s ever fuckin’ happened to me.” He said taking your hand and entertwining it with his. You giggle at the thought of being pregnant by the love of your life. It was truly something you both wanted for a long time and now that you’re both established heros, you can make it happen. You begin to close your eyes, sleep taking over your body as you feel Katsuki jump up from his position in bed.

“Whelp. Break time’s over. Bring your ass here.” He said smirking at you as he pulled you towards him for another round. You squealed as you laughed uncontrollably, kissing him once more. You glanced out of the window to see the sun peaking out the horizon. Damn. Dawn already. He really meant it when he said it was gonna be a long night.

AHHHHH! My first smut writing! I’m so happy omg. This was really fun to write and it only took a day. Thanks for reading! I gotta make a schedule for this stuff. See yall next time! 

#bnha smut #bnha fanfiction #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha imagines #bnha oc #bnha headcanons #bnha #bnha bakugou #bnha x reader #bnha todoroki #bnha midoriya #bnha kirishima #bnha kaminari #bnha tenya

[jungwonenthusiast]

Field Trip

A/N: I’ve been working on this pic for a while, I hope you guys like it :)

Pairing: Jake Sim x fem! reader

Word count: 5.2k

Genre: fluff, high school au

Warning: mentions of virginity loss and porn, occasional swearing, nothing else I think

“How many shirts should I take?” Jake asks you through your phone. 

“Uhm, we’re there for three days so take four just incase.” you reply and you pack your suitcase as well. 

You two were preparing for your five day field trip to New York which was happening tomorrow. 

You packed your favorite jeans and hoodies and even a dress just in case. You can't help but romanticize the hell out of New York after being stuck in this small town all your life. 

“How many pairs of underwear should I take?” he asks again and you giggle. He’s like a kid sometimes.  “How many times do you think you’ll change your underwear?” you say while sitting on your suitcase to get it to zip closed.

“Probably three but I’ll take four just in case.”

“What a quick learner.” you say and you hear him scoff. 

Jake has been your best friend since elementary school when you scraped your knee during tag and he took you to the nurse’s office. He’s been a sweetie since day one. 

“I doubt I’m gonna get any sleep tonight,” you sigh. “I’m too riled up.”

“Same,” he sighs. “I wonder how many flashers we’ll run into.”

You laugh. “Why is that the first thing you think of you creep.”

“Hey now,’ he chuckles. “I thought that was the stereotype.”

You hop onto your bed and pick your phone up, it looks like Jake’s doing the same. All you can see are his eyes and a bit of his nose bridge. His dark hair has started to grow out and it was poking at his eyelids. 

Your phone pings with a text from Jake. It’s a horrendous screenshot of you climbing over your phone to get into bed. You gasp.

“I’ll kill you.” you tell him as he’s holding in his laugh. “I will do it.”

His laugh bursts out of his throat, jolly and warm. “Why I love it.”

“I hate you so much. Delete it.”

“No way,” he bunches his brows. “You have an entire photo album dedicated to bad pictures of me.”

“And I also have an entire album dedicated to good pictures of you.” you roll your eyes.

“You do?” he asks. “That’s a bit fangirly of you.”

“Me? A fangirl? Maybe Madeline but not me.” you scoff.

“Madeline?” his voice perks up. “She likes me?”

“Yeah, I thought you knew this.” you swear that you’ve brought this up before. Maybe he just forgot. 

“Nuh-uh.” he says.

“Well...” you say. “do you like her back.”

“I mean she’s nice but,” he hesitates. “not really.”

“Why not? She’s smart and super pretty. I'm so jealous of her hair.” you say. Madeline was a tan ginger girl with curly fiery hair down to the small of her back. 

“You have nice hair.” he says nonchalantly. 

You touch it and rub it between your fingers. “It’s whatever.”

He scoffs. “You’re too hard on yourself all the time.”

“I’m a teenage girl, I can’t help it.” You defend yourself, but he isn’t lying. 

“I’m bored, can I come over?” he says suddenly. 

“Tonight? We have school tomorrow.” you reply. 

“Maybe I’ll just sleep over.” he says while turning over in his bed. “I don’t think our parents would care.”

Sleepover? You two hadn’t done that since you turned eleven. 

“Where would you sleep?” you ask him, already imagining how this would go.

“I don’t know on the floor.” he shrugs.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor I’ll feel bad.” you argue.

“I don’t care, I’m the one who suggested it, plus I miss you dude, I wanna hang out.” he says and you smile.

“I saw you on Friday.”

“Yeah, a whole two days ago.” he gets up off his bed. “Okay I’ll be there in ten.”

“What-” you start but he cuts you off.

He brings the camera up close to his face and he flashes you a smile. “Bye!” he hangs up. 

Your palms feel a bit sweaty and you brush them off on your pants. Why am I nervous? You guys have had plenty of sleepovers before but the rest of the boys were always there, probably passed out from beer or a sugar crash. 

You tidy your room up a bit and prepare a little blanket bed on the floor right next to your actual bed. 

You hear knocking at the door right when you expected, Jake was hardly ever late. 

“Hola~” he says as he walks in with his backpack on. He takes his shoes off before skipping over to your room. You giggle to yourself. 

He falls back onto your bed with a big sigh. “I missed being here.” 

“Why? There’s nothing cool here. Your house is way cooler.” you say and he smiles.

“Well I can’t deny that,” he shrugs and you punch him in the arm. “you’re the one who said it.”

“We get it rich boy.” you roll your eyes and sit down next to him.

“I’m just playing,” he sits up. “you know that.”

“I hope you showered after practice,” you say. “I don’t want you stinking up my bed.”

He whips his head to you, looking a little bit offended. “I am very clean alright? Here smell my hair.” he shoves his head into your face. 

You let out a strangled noise and try to push him away. “Okay, okay!”

“No smell it,” he keeps his hair up in your face, it’s tickling your nose. “smells like mangos right.”

Admitedly, he's right. It smells like mangos.

“Yes it does,” you squeak out. “now please respect my personal bubble.” you spread your arms out and create an imaginary bubble between you two. He tries to tug at your arm but you bellow in a robot voice. “PERSONAL BUBBLE PERSONAL BUBBLE.”

“Fine, fine.” he falls back onto your bed again, laughing. “Lets watch something.”

You follow suit and tug your laptop into your lap. 

“Hold on,” you get up and close your window, it was starting to get too cold.

You shimmy under your covers and pull up Netflix.

“Scary movie?” you click on the horror section.

“Sure but you probably won’t be able to sleep.” he teases and you roll your eyes. 

“That was years ago.” you start to scroll through the movies. 

“Mhm, and I’m never letting you live it down.” he says with pride. 

During freshman year the gang decided to go to Jay’s house to watch It together and it freaked you out so much that you went to sleep in the boys room rather than the guest room. 

You click on Hush, a movie you’ve been avoiding because it’s about one of your biggest fears, a home invasion. 

“I thought you hated this movie.” Jake says, crossing his arms.  “I do, but I need to face my fears eventually right?” you click on it and get up to turn the lights off. 

Jake soon gets under the covers as well. You both cringe and slap each other every time your feet touch. 

“Yo yo yo yo watch out!” Jake whispers and pulls his hood over his head, something you both do when you’re nervous. You weren’t wearing a hoodie so you settled with a spare blanket and draped it over yourself like a cloak. 

“Oh shit,” you whisper. “look behind you!” you yell at the main character. 

By the end of the movie both of your bodies are stiff and sore from being so tense for two hours straight. 

“I thought she was gonna die.” you sigh and you shut your laptop. 

“Nah, they couldn’t kill the main girl.” Jake says, comfy and cuddled up in your duvet. “She was so smart.”

“Yeah she was.” you yawn and then kick Jake in the side. “Go to your bed.”

He groans. “It’s warm here though.”

“Go and I’ll make pancakes tomorrow.” you say.

He perks up and follows your orders. 

You relax into your mattress, but you miss his warmth next to you. You ignore that. 

Your alarm goes off at 6:30 and Jake sleeps right through it. 

“How the hell does he get up in the morning?” you whisper. “Probably Leila.”

He’s sleeping on his side, cuddling a stuffed animal he must’ve stolen from your bed while you were asleep.

You stretch your back before washing up. 

Jake’s POV

My serene sleep is interrupted by pokes at my shoulder. 

“Get up poop.” she says. I almost forgot that I was at her house. I crack my eyes open to find her crouching next to me. 

“Good morning.” I croak out.

“You stole ginger.” she points at the stuffed bunny in my arms. 

“I was lonely.” I say before sitting up and rubbing my eyes. “What time is it?”

“7:30,” she says holding in a giggle. “go wash up so we can eat.”

“What’s so funny?” I ask her as she walks away. “You’ll see when you look in the mirror.” she says.

My eyes widen. Did she draw a dick on my forehead or something? I thought we swore to never do that.

I scramble to her bathroom to meet some gnarly bedhead. I have no clue how guys have good messy hair, my hair is either boring and flat or just messy. 

“Jesus.” I say to myself and try to run my head under the sink. 

I brush my teeth and secretly use her facial cleanser. 

“So fancy.” I whisper while lathering it up on my face. 

I can already hear her voice in my head when I’m drying off saying “don't forget to put lotion on, and face lotion, not body.”

A stack of pancakes is waiting for me in the kitchen, just as she promised. 

“Thank you mom.” I say to her before digging in.

She sits across from me with her own plate of flap jacks. She looks so pretty this early in the morning. Her face is fresh and sparkly and her eye bags somehow just make her prettier. It’s cloudy out and I can tell she’s cold she way her body is bundled up in her chair. 

I still remember the moment I realized that I liked her. It was seventh grade and we were at our town’s annual fair. She got a bit sick after a ride with a lot of loopdey loops so I stayed behind with her while the rest of the boys continued to go on every ride they pleased. She told me to go with them and that she didn’t want me to miss out but I said that it was fine and that I liked hanging out with her anyway. She smiled her bright smile at me and rested her head on my shoulder for a moment. Then she threw up on my shoes. Like projectile cotton candy, funnel cake, and other miscellaneous fair food vomit. And I didn’t even get that mad, I was more concerned for her. After that I figured I liked her, because if it were Jay I would’ve beat him up. 

“Did you have any nightmares?” I ask her and she shakes her head.

“Nah, I dreamt that Sunghoon married a dolphin. It was weird.” she sighs.

I choke on my pancakes. “A dolphin?”

“Yeah,” she laughs. “his name was Jerry.”

“And it was a guy too?” I hold my chest, trying not to choke.

“Don’t judge their interspecies homosexual marriage. It was beautiful.” she laughs and takes a big gulp of water.

I’m almost crying at this point. “Best dream ever. I can’t wait to tell Sunghoon this.”

“No!” her eyes widen. “He’s gonna think I fantasized about it or something.”

“What?” I cock an eyebrow. “Everyone knows that dreams are uncontrollable sometimes.” “Still it’s weird. Imagine if someone told you that I dreamt of you marrying a dolphin. It’s be weird.” she says through a mouth of pancake. 

“Did they have kids?” I cackle,

“I don’t know. How would that even work?” 

“Maybe they had a surrogate or something.” I suggest.

“Oh god,” she shakes her head, smiling. “we need to stop. I feel like I'm violating him.”

“Alright, alright.”

“Should I wear this shirt or this sweater.” she asks me as we’re getting ready in her room. 

“Sweater. It’s probably gonna be cold.” I say while tugging socks on. 

“Shit you’re right. Then I won’t be able to wear this dress.” she holds up a little dress that flows out a bit from the waist. 

“Bring it anyway and maybe you can wear it for a second so I can take pictures for you.” I suggest and she smiles. 

“Good idea.” 

We both settle of hoodies and jeans and say goodbye to her parents before hopping in my car. 

We get to school right when people start getting on the bus to the airport. We throw our luggage into the bottom carrier and get in line. 

“Yo!” I hear a familiar voice call as we get on. “We saved seats for you guys.”

Jay, Sunghoon, Heeseung, Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki have already gotten comfortable in the back of the bus. Niki was already asleep. Y/N couldn’t help but pat his head before settling down next to Jungwon. The bus wasn’t a school one but one of those fancy ones they bring out once a year. 

I sit down next to Sunghoon and dap him up. 

“What’s up.” I say while putting my backpack down by my feet. 

“Tired.” he says. “Valentina kept me up all night.”

I raise an eyebrow and he smirks. 

“For real?” I ask and he nods. “No way.”

“Yeah way.” he says and holds up a fist.

I fist bump him and pat him hard on the shoulder. 

“You’re a man now Sunghoon.” I congratulate him and he snickers. 

“What does that make you then?” 

“I’m taking my time alright? I’ll get there eventually.” I say, a little embarrassed. 

I look back to check out what she’s doing when we start to drive off. She’s fast asleep with her cheek pressed against Jungwon’s shoulder. He looks like he’s about to dose off too. Cute. 

Sunghoon and I watch a couple episodes of Death Note before we arrive at the airport. Sunoo shakes Y/N and Jungwon up. 

She’s still groggy as we walk into the airport and grabs onto my arm for leverage. My heart jumps a little. It’s not often that we touch despite how much I think about touching her. I could stare at her back all day. She could ignore me for the rest of my life and I’d still be happy to be in her presence. Mental note to all of you: do NOT let your feelings get to this point.

Soon we’re on the plane and she chooses to sit next me. I silently celebrate. Sunoo and Sungoon behind us, Heeseung and Niki next to us, and Jay and Jungwon in front of us. Sunoo pokes his head over her seat.

“Do you have chapstick I can borrow.” he asks with his blonde hair flopping over his forehead. 

She digs into her bag and hands him a small tin of lip balm.

“Thank you!” he says and she nods. 

“Are you that tired?” I ask her.

“Mhm,” she sighs and shuts her eyes. “I forgot to drink coffee this morning.”

I put in my AirPods and start to watch Lady Bird. She looks over and takes an AirPods out of my ear. 

“I wanna watch too.” she say and puts it in her own. 

We take off for the six hour trip and soon Y/N is sound asleep. Her head kept dropping forward so I pushed it up and pulled it to rest on my shoulder. This was not on purpose. I can’t help but snap a picture of her and add it to the good pictures of her album. She looks so peaceful and comfortable and gorgeous. I lay my head on hers for a moment before continuing the movie. 

Y/N’s POV

After two hours of unsatisfying sleep, and hour of gossip with Sunoo, and three hours of chit chat with Jake you finally arrive. You sit up and stretch as best as you can in the plane. You pull you backpack onto my back and get you luggage down from the overhead bin. It’s already five p.m. when we get off and your stomach is growling. 

We take another bus to the hotel and you can’t help but admire the city life as we drive there. 

You’re roomed with two other girls at the hotel but you don’t even bother unpacking. You know you’re gonna be in the boys’ room anyway.

Mrs. Gilroy gave us tonight to do whatever we wanted as long as we were back at the hotel by ten p.m. 

You sneak into Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon’s room as soon as you can. And when you get there, it’s already a mess.

“Good lord.” you say as you’re met with clothes all over the floor and mini bottles of liquor on the beds.

“You guys are drunk already?” you scrunch your nose and drop your stuff in a corner of the room.

“No.” Sunghoon says to you lazily with a little smirk on his face. You can’t help but giggle. Sunghoon is pretty adorable when he’s drunk. 

“Are you drunk too?” you turn to Jake and he shakes his head. His pink cheeks give him away though. “You’re all bad liars.”

“Lets go swim.” he says excitedly. 

“There’s a pool? I didn’t bring a swim suit.” you say, bummed.

“Can we go later, I’m hungry.” Jay says and you agree.

“Me too.” 

Jake tugs at your arm. “Come on~ we can order room service or ask Jay to get us something.”

“We can get you guys something.” Sunghoon says, pulling a hoodie over his head. 

“Please?” Jake looks at you with shiny eyes. He’s and adorable drunk too.

You purse your lips and sigh. “Fine. But I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Just wear shorts and a shirt.” Jake says as he tugs his swim trunks out of his suit case.

“I didn’t bring shorts because you said it was gonna be cold.” you complain, crossing your arms. 

“Uhm,” he stops for a moment. “you can wear my boxers then.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Huh?”

“What?” he looks at you. “They’re basically shorts. And they’re clean.”

You hesitate but then comply as always. He tosses you a pair of black Calvins.

You steal one of Jay’s shirts and make your way into the bathroom to change. You’re wearing a simple cotton bralette which should be fine for the pool. You bundle up the rest of your old clothes and stick them behind your backpack before heading out with Jake. 

The pool is empty and huge and is only light by the lights inside. 

“It’s so cold.” you rub at your arms as Jake sets your towels down at a seat.

“I’m sure the pool is heated.” he says and dips a toe in. “Yeah, it’s warm.” Before you can even reply, he tugs his shirt off and canon balls in. You turn your face to avoid getting splashed.

“How is it?” you call out as he emerges from the water. He shakes his hair around like a dog. 

“It’s warm so come in, you look funny standing there.” he teases and you roll your eyes. You kick your sneakers off and try to make a peaceful jump in but you didn’t realize you were in the deep end. It takes you a moment to get your senses together and swim to the surface.

“Why is it deep?” you say, a bit out of breath. 

Jake giggles at you. “Remember when we used to play and you were the mermaid and I was the-”

“Turtle companion.” you finish his sentence. “Yes, as clear as day.”

“Why couldn't I be a mermaid too? Why was a I a lame turtle.” he fusses.

“I’m sorry okay?” you laugh. “I was a mean child.”

“Yeah you were. I’ll never forgive you for shoving that clump of dirt in my mouth.” 

You burst out laughing, flailing your arms in the water to try to stay afloat. “You deserved it!”

“I did not!” he protests. 

“You cheated in handball! It was one hundred percent deserved.” you say, swimming over to him.

“I barely cheated!” he calls out, starting to swim away from you.

“Barely? I would’ve won and been champion of our grade if you hand’t pulled that shit!” you say, still laughing and swimming after him.

“Why are you chasing me?” he says while hopping around the pool where he can touch the ground.

“So I can shove another clump of dirt in your mouth.” you try your best to get him but your heavy cotton shirt is holding you back. You don’t let it stop you though. 

You finally get to him and tug his arm. He yells as you push him underwater. He finds the ground though, and shoots up soon after. 

“Are you trying to drown me?” he looks at you, astonished but giggly. 

“Maybe.” you shrug before tackling him again. It had been a while since you two wrestled like this. 

You’ve got him under water for a bit until he finds your rib cage and plunges you in. It’s hard to hold your breath while you’re laughing. You feel around for him and pinch his thigh only semi hard. He lets you go after that. 

“I won!” you celebrate with your fists in the air.

“You used pain, that isn't fair.” he rubs at the area that you pinched. 

“Don’t be a sore loser. I won fair and square.” you cross your arms.  “Fine.” he admits his defeat. “that pinch hurt though, come kiss it better.”

Your face twists. “Nuh uh.” you say plainly. 

“Please?” he asks. “I will drown myself right now.” You laugh at him. 

“I will do it!” he insists.

“Okay, okay! I’m not to going to kiss your leg you weirdo but I’ll give you a hug.” you float over to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I even pinched you lighter than I normally would.”

“I’m sensitive.” he says into your neck and you giggle. 

His arms feel so right around your waist and you struggle to decide when to let go, so you just don’t, and neither does he. He holds you decently tight and you feel him pat your back. 

You’ve hugged plenty of times before but it felt a little different this time. Probably because you’re pressed up against his bare skin. It makes you feel a bit sheepish. 

You pull away from him. “Feel better now?” 

He nods with a smile. His cheeks are pink, but this time it’s not from the liquor. 

Jake’s POV

I can’t help but feel disappointed when she lets go of me. 

I shouldn’t have patted her back that's a dad thing to do. 

Her makeup has started to run down her face which makes me giggle.

“What?” she asks.

“Your mascara is making you look crazy.” I say and her hands fly to her face.

“Shit I forgot I had it on.” she attempts to wipe it away but all it does is smear it across her face. 

“Here,” I say and float over to her. “I’ll help you.” this was not on purpose.

I hold her face as gently as I can in my hands and rub the runny mascara off with my thumbs. I dip my fingers into the water to get all of the bits off. 

I want to kiss her so badly, but I know that I’ll never do it. Sometimes I get irritated at myself for not being able to confess. I think Jay and Sunghoon get irritated about it too. 

“You talk about her all the time man just ask her out.”

I don't know why I can’t do it. If she rejects me she’ll do it nicely and things would go back to normal pretty soon. But I don’t think I could live knowing that my feelings would never be reciprocated. Sometimes I get a feeling that she likes me too but I can never be too sure. 

“All gone.” I say and she thanks me. 

She lets her self float on her back. She has a small smile on her face and she’s so pretty I could cry. There have been multiple times where I nearly cried over how much I like her.

“What are your thinking about?” I ask.

“You know I never know how to answer that.” she bleats. “My mind always goes blank when you ask.”

“Well try to remember what you were thinking about then.” 

“Us.” she says plainly.  “Us?” I questioned. “What about us?” “I don’t know, just how I met you guys and how happy I am to be friends with you all.” she says. 

Oh. She meant all of us. 

“Yeah me too.” I agree, trying not to sound down. “Who’s your favorite?”

She snorts. “I don’t have a favorite.”

“Of course you do,” I say. “and it better be me.”

“Why would it be you?” she jeers. 

I frown. “Because we met first.”

“I’m kidding, of course you’re my favorite.” she admits.

“And why is that?” I egg her on and she rolls her eyes. 

“Because we met first.”

I sigh. “Is that all?”

“Mhm.” she says. 

Y/N’s POV

You’re met with InNOut that Sunghoon and Jay got and also a room full of teenage boys. The younger ones were laying on their stomachs on a bed together, watching something on a laptop. Sunghoon and Jay were trying to watch t.v. You say trying because of the furious clicking on the remote. 

“What the hell are you guys trying to do?” you and Jake plop onto the one empty bed.

“Trying to find the porn.” Jay grumbles.

“Infront of the children?” you look over at the younger ones.

“They don’t care they’re watching YouTube.” he says, still clicking. 

You take a bite of your burger. “You have an endless arena of porn on your phone why do you want the t.v. one?”

“The t.v. makes it special.” Sunghoon says. 

“Weird.” you mutter to yourself.  “They’re probably gonna make you pay for it too.” Jake chimes in. 

“Do you think it’ll go to the school’s credit card or whatever?” Jay asks with wide eyes.

“I don't know but if it does they’ll know it’s from our room.” he says through a full mouth. 

You grab pajamas out of your bag and head to the bathroom to shower. 

You come out feeling fresh and the younger ones have gone back to their room now. 

“My turn,” Jake says, walking into the bathroom. 

You sit next to Sunghoon on his bed and start scrolling through your phone. 

“Should I get this sweater or this one.” he holds his phone up to you and shows you light blue sweater and a black one.

“Second one.” you say.

“Really?” he questions. “I feel like it’ll make me look emo.”

“You should become emo honestly. It would look good.” you reply and he chuckles. 

“You’d have to help me with my eyeliner every morning.”

“Yeah,” you giggle “wait can I do it right now? I wanna see how you’d look.”

“Right now?” he cocks a brow and you nod. “Okay but don’t give me raccoon eyes.”

“I won’t I won’t.” you rush over to your bag and bring your make clutch to the bed. 

“Hold still.” you tell him as you give him smokey winged liner.

“It tickles.” he says, trying not to blink too much.

“Beauty is pain.” you clean up the wing with your nail. 

In a couple minutes you’re done. “Finished." you say.

“Lemme see.” he grabs a hand mirror from your clutch and holds it up to his face. “Hold on. This looks kinda good.”

“Right?” you had to admit it; he looked gorgeous.

“Why are you so pretty?” Jay says from his bed. 

Soon Jake came out of the shower and it was hard to deny how good looking he is especially with his damp hair. How could someone make a t-shirt and sweats look so good? He dumps his laundry by his bag. 

“Does Sunghoon have makeup on?” he asks, settling onto his bed.

“Yeah doesn’t it looks nice?” you ask and he agrees. 

“Y/N are you gonna sleep here or in your room.” Jay asks.

“I thought I would just sleep on the floor here.” you suggest and he furrows his brows. 

“No that’s mean. Share a bed with someone.”

“You should sleep with Jake.” Sunghoon elbows you in the side and you shoot him a dirty look. “We all know he wants you to anyway.”

“Fuck off Sunghoon.” Jake looks over at him with a piercing stare, a contrast to his pink cheeks. 

“Is it okay if I do?” you ask him and he nods.

“Yeah for sure.”

Sunghoon snickers. 

“I hate you.” Jake scowls. 

After a couple hours of watching movies and horsing around it’s nearly midnight and your eyes are getting heavy. 

You crawl under the covers and scroll on your phone a bit before trying to sleep. Despite how tired you are it’s hard to sleep with the boys chatting and snickering to each other. 

“Can you guys quiet down?” you ask them.

“Sorry.” Jay says. 

After maybe an hour of sleep, you feel someone get on the bed. Probably Jake, you think to yourself. His little sighs as he gets comfortable are cute. 

“You awake?” he whispers. 

“Mm?” you turn on your side to face him. “Yeah.”

“Cool.” he says. The room is dark but the moonlight helps you make out the outline of his face. 

‘What’s up?” you ask.

“Nothin.” he says and you giggle.

“Okay weirdo. Go to bed.” you close your eyes, stilling facing him though. 

“I’m not tired.” he says.

“Count sheep.”

“That never works for me.” he sighs. “Sing me to sleep.”

You try to slap him in the arm but you end up hitting his face. “Oh shit sorry!”

“Ow!” he whines. “Why do you keep hurting me?”

“It was an accident!” you whisper and rub at his cheek a bit. 

“Now I actually deserve a hug.” he pouts and you roll your eyes.

“You are not five years old.”

“I still want the hug.” he says plainly and you sigh.

“Fine.” you scooch over to him and pull him into your chest. You pat his back. “There there. Better now?”

He shakes his head. “It still hurts.”

“You’re embarrassing yourself.” you scoff. 

“I have no shame when it comes to your affection, you should know that by now.” he smiles.

You feel his arm fall over your waist and his hand slide up your back. It gives you goosebumps.

You’re cuddling with him. You guys are cuddling right now. You think to yourself. No you’re not, you’re just...hugging. Right?

Jake pulls away to look at you. “I need to tell you something.”

“Are you gonna say your mom again?” you ask and he shakes his head. 

“No,” he says giggling. “it’s something for real.” 

“Okay what is it?”

He takes a sharp inhale. “I like you.” he winces. 

Your heart jumps a bit. “I know.”

“What?” he laughs.  “You’re very obvious about it.” you chuckle.  “Are you rejecting me?” he asks and you shake your head. 

“I would never.” you pull him in by the back of neck and push your lips against his.

#enhypen #enhypen jake #ehypen fluff #enhypen Jake fluff #Jake Sim fluff #Kpop fluff

[hopelesshawks]

We already talked about this in dms but like👀 Keigo and a female reader that he thinks is just all cute and shit. But nah she’s actually one of the best dancers in japan and specializes in badass and sexy dances

I went down such a rabbit hole picking out the choreo for this for zero reason 💀💀💀 but man am I here for it. For those curious what I pictured writing this it’s this dance at time code 7:27 choreography is by Jojo Gomez

It’s an 18+ one y’all, minors dni. Warnings for dom/sub dynamics, mention of reader having a vagina, fingering, hand jobs, light edging, light nipple play, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, minor praise kink

“So when are you finally gonna seal the deal with (y/n)?” Mirko asks Hawks one day as they walk their usual patrol route. It’s a quiet day and quiet days always made Mirko more likely to pry. “Seal the deal?” Hawks asks. “Y’know... Do the devil’s tango? Make the beast of two backs? Teach her the birds and the bees?” Mirko teases, wiggling her eyebrows and crowding into his personal space. Hawks rolls his eyes hard and shoves her out of his space, not that it deters her. “It’s not like that,” he tells his nosy friend but she just scoffs in response. “Don’t play like you don’t want to get all up on her, Hawks. You go to that cafe she works at every night after your shift and I’m pretty sure you don’t even like coffee,” Mirko points out. “I like coffee,” Hawks retorts mulishly. “No you don’t.” “Drop it Mirko.” “Oh c’mon! It’ll be easier if you just admit it.” “Fine! She’s adorable, you happy?” Hawks finally huffs, red tinting his cheeks. There’s a beat of silence before Mirko responds but it’s not quite the response Hawks is expecting. “Wait you think (y/n)... is adorable?” Mirko asks. “What do you mean? She is!” Hawks replies defensively. “Relax tough guy, adorable just isn’t the word I’d use to describe her,” Mirko shrugs. “How else would you describe her? She always seems kinda sleepy on her shift and she wears those big oversized sweatshirts,” Hawks elaborates but Mirko continues to look confused by his assessment of you. “Have you never seen her dance before?” Mirko finally asks. “She dances?” Hawks responds.

In Hawks’ personal opinion, Mirko’s reaction is over dramatic. She had stopped in her tracks and stared at him as if he’d sprouted a third head or announced an early retirement. “What?” he asks, even more defensive than before. Mirko heaves a sigh as if Hawks’ ignorance is her greatest source of disappointment. “I forget sometimes you live under a rock, Jesus Christ. We really do need to talk about you getting out more for things other than work and creeping on the sexy dancer barista you have a crush on. Why do you think she’s so tired every shift?” Mirko asks in disbelief. “She’s a student isn’t she? I assumed school stuff!” “You really are hopeless.” “Hey!” “She has rehearsal before her shift dummy, she’s tired from practicing.” “How do you know so much about it huh?” “Well for starters her group has literally won competitions so jot that down. And two we follow each other on Twitter.” “Why do I even ask you things?” Hawks laments. “Shut up, I have an idea,” Mirko suddenly grins. “Oh god, what the fuck are you planning now?” Hawks groans. “I think we should pay (y/n) a little visit during rehearsal, don’t you?”

Hawks follows Mirko through the halls of the university rec center with a growing sense of dread. She looks mischievous and that’s usually a sign that Hawks is going to regret whatever he just signed up for. After they round a final corner, Hawks can clearly hear music coming out of a room down the hall labeled rehearsal room B. Hawks and Mirko push through the door right as the song stops and immediately Hawks realizes that this was a mistake. Gone is your oversized hoodie, instead you’re in just a pair of sweats and a sports bra, covered in sweat and chest still heaving from whatever dance you and the two other girls with you had just done. Hawks should’ve just ignored Mirko and waited to look up one of your dances on YouTube in the privacy of his own apartment. “Hey (y/n)!” Mirko calls out cheerily even as Hawks mentally curses her out for dragging him here. Your gaze snaps over to the two of them and immediately you break out into a wide grin, the same one Hawks had been fawning over as cute and precious for the past several weeks. “What are you two doing here?” you ask as your friends grab water. “We were in the neighborhood and I remember you mentioning you rehearse around this time so I figured why not swing by?” Mirko replies and god does Hawks hate her right now. “You guys have perfect timing actually, we’re working on something to the song ‘Ride’ by Ciara and it would be really great to get an outside opinion on it. Would you guys mind sticking around to check it out? I promise it’ll be quick the other girls have something right after this,” you ask the two pros, giving your best puppy dog eyes. Hawks wants to politely decline, he’s having enough trouble keeping himself in check as it is thank you very much, but before he can Mirko is already agreeing and he doesn’t have the heart to shut things down when you look so excited. “Ah amazing!! Ok! Just sit at the front of the room and be our audience!” you beam and Hawks is helpless but to comply.

Hawks’ eyes trace over every inch of your body as you start the music and then get into the starting formation of the dance. Hawks can tell the moment you’ve focused in on performing your choreography because your whole demeanor and energy shifts. It’s commanding and confident and very, very sexy. He’s starting to understand Mirko’s reaction to his earlier description of you because the woman he sees before him now? Well adorable doesn’t quite fit the bill anymore. He’s already half hard in his work pants, much to his chagrin. What would the tabloids say if they knew he was getting this aroused in public? It’s not exactly befitting of the number two hero considering he’s supposed to be a role model for future generations. But could anyone blame him? The way you move your body and swing your hips is mesmerizing. At one point you slowly roll your body down to grind your hips to the floor and it’s impossible for Hawks not to imagine you using that same precise control to grind down onto his dick. He tries to focus on the music instead in hopes it will help him calm down but it only takes a second for him to realize the song is painting the very same image he’s trying desperately to clear from his head. He’s almost positive Mirko is smirking beside him but he can’t focus on her, you’ve captured the entirety of his attention.

Then the chorus hits and Hawks is really in trouble. You’re singing along. You’re singing “they love the way I ride it” and making direct fucking eye contact with him while you swing your hips in a slow, sensual grind and how can he not react to that? His wings flare and puff out instinctively, his cheeks going red, and his dick is now fully erect and leaking precum into his boxers. It would be mortifying if he weren’t too focused on your every move to truly remember his surroundings. Eventually the song ends and even though Mirko stands to go compliment you and your friends on a job well done, Hawks stays rooted in place. He doesn’t dare move as his painfully hard cock twitches in his pants. Sweat drips down your neck and god he wants to lick it off you so goddamn bad he barely even notices you saying bye to Mirko and your friends until the door is shutting behind them.

Hawks hasn’t even fully registered that the two of you are now alone in the room before he’s coming up behind you and wrapping an arm around your bare torso. You open your mouth to ask what’s up with him when you suddenly feel his erection against your backside. “Tell me you don’t want this or I won’t be able to stop,” he all but growls against the shell of your ear. “What if I do want it though?” you ask breathlessly as you shamelessly grind your ass back against his throbbing dick. The moan that crawls its way out of his throat in response is guttural, he genuinely can’t think of a time he’s ever been more turned on in his life as he wastes no time spinning you around to face him and pressing you up against the wall. “You knew what you were doing didn’t you?” he asks before dropping his nose down to run along your jaw. You shudder as he licks a long stripe up your neck, delighting in the salty taste of your sweat. “Maybe?” you hedge at first but then he bites the column of your throat hard enough you’re sure it’ll leave a mark and you can’t help but whimper. He draws back to look you in the eye, his pupils blown so wide they’ve almost completely consumed his golden irises. “Don’t lie to me little dove,” he warns. “I may have gone a little harder than usual because you were watching me,” you admit and it’s apparently the right answer as Hawks all but chirps his satisfaction before leaning down to press a bruising kiss to your lips that has you melting. One of his hands slides up to grasp and squeeze one of your breasts but even that is not enough for him and in the next moment one of his feathers glides in to swiftly cut your sports bra off entirely. You’re about to protest but the words die in your throat as Hawks starts pinching and twisting one of your nipples. “Does that feel good little dove?” he asks and all you can do is let your head fall back against the wall and nod your approval.

Hawks takes advantage of your head’s position to resume leaving marks on your exposed neck as his free hand snakes its way into your sweatpants and panties. As his fingers finally reach your dripping sex you feel him moan against the sensitive skin of your throat. “You’re so wet for me already,” he notes as he slowly slides a finger inside of you. “Want you, need you,” is all you can keen as he drags his one finger torturously slowly inside of you. “Want me that bad love?” Hawks teases and your answering nod is almost frantic as he inserts another finger and takes careful note of the way you squirm. “Use your words,” he commands. “I want you so bad Hawks please,” you beg but even as he uses his thumb to lightly brush against your sensitive clit he still doesn’t budge. “I don’t know, you were so naughty teasing me so much in front of Mirko and your friends. Do you understand how turned on I was?” he asks but you can only whimper in response. You jerk your hips forward in desperate search of more friction or movement or something but all that accomplishes is Hawks using the hand not currently buried inside you to hold your hips still. “I want you to feel how turned on your little show made me little dove. Can you do that?” he asks. “Y-yes,” you moan before obediently reaching one hand out to feel his hardened length through his pants. God he’s so big, and it only emphasizes to you how much you want him inside you. “Not gonna get much done from there, little dove, don’t be shy. I want you to feel me, feel the cock you’re so fucking desperate for,” he growls, slowly dragging his fingers in and out of you to emphasize his point. It’s so good but it’s not nearly enough so you fumble with the belt and button of his pants until finally, finally you can slip your hand past the waistband and into his boxers to grasp firm hold of his weeping cock.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to find a devastating rhythm, your hands moving in sync to drive both of you towards your respective climaxes. Your moans echo around the small practice room and it’s music to Hawks’ ears. You’re close, so close, right on the precipice of orgasm when suddenly Hawks is leaning in to whisper into your ear a simple command: “Stop.” His hand stops moving and then he slowly extracts his fingers from inside you. You whine at the loss, pussy desperately clenching around nothing but you obediently stop your hand's movement. "Don't look so disappointed, I thought you wanted my dick," Hawks teases. "I do, fuck, I do," you groan. "Be specific. What do you want?" "I want your dick inside me, please Hawks I'm begging, I want it so bad," you whine. What a pretty sight you make squirming and whining for him. Hawks thinks he could watch you like this forever but even he is starting to get impatient so he decides to finally give you what you want. He shoves his own pants and boxers down low enough for his dick to spring out of its confines, the head flushed red and glistening with precum. Meanwhile his feathers push down your own sweatpants and panties as you watch him with half-lidded eyes, eager to finally feel his hardened length inside you. He has you wrap your arms around his shoulders and places his hands on your waist. "Hop up pretty girl," he commands and you eagerly obey, allowing him to lift you and then wrapping your legs around his waist to further support you weight. "Ready?" he asks. "God, yes Hawks please," you groan as he lines himself up with your waiting entrance. Hawks complies with an almost feral grin, wasting no time in shoving himself fully inside you. You groan as his thick length stretches you open but the slight burn feels so good as he fills you up. "You're doing so good for me, baby. So good," he praises and you practically purr your satisfaction. "P-please. Move," you moan and Hawks doesn't need to be told twice as he begins fucking into you in earnest. All words are lost between the two of you, the only language you need being the moans, groans, whimpers, and whines the two of you pull out of each other. As he drills into you harder and harder you rapidly feel yourself once again approaching climax. "Hawks I'm gonna-" you start but he cuts you off. "Me too baby, hold out a little longer and we'll cum together ok?" he ask. "Ok," you whimper, trying so hard to be good for him. Just a few long deep strokes later he finally gives you permission to cum and almost immediately you cry out his name, clenching and squeezing around him as he tumbles into his own climax. His groan is long and low as he spills his seed inside you and you relish each and every moment of it.

As the two of you finally come down from your highs Hawks carefully sets you back down on the ground. "Shit," he swears. "You can say that again," you laugh breathlessly. "Maybe I should invite you to more rehearsals from now on," you joke. "I'd much rather you give me a private show at my place," he replies easily. "I think I can make that work." "Good." "When would you like your first performance?" "How about now? You were just bragging about how much 'they' like it when you ride it. Time to put your money where your mouth is." "I'd like nothing more."

#ahh this took me so long to write and it ended up so long lmao #this probably could've been a one shot in retrospect but oh well #it's here now lmao #complete and utter filth I hope you enjoy #hhrequests #hawks smut #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x fem!reader #hopeless.olivia #hopeless.thirst

[yutahoes]

Otou-Chan

Yuta Nakamoto x Reader (Y/N) Smut

(Chapter Eighteen)

Summary: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Warning: Swear Words, Dry Humping, Fluff, Confession 

Word Count: 1.7k

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18. Koi No Yokan

Ten had to admit that (Y/N) looked different that Monday morning. "Did you finish your illustration?" He asked and she beamed, sitting on her chair and telling the senior editor that she's going to send the file right now. "What's gotten into her?" The older asked the younger guy who was also staring at their friend.

Jungwoo shrugged then smiled. "Maybe she's getting dicked down." He muttered that made Ten nod. "See? She's wearing a skirt today. Is her boyfriend coming back today?" Ten shrugged, answering 'probably' just as a ping came to his computer.

He opened the file and even Jungwoo was surprised at how arousing her work is. This is definitely a keeper. "I'm glad Yuta is a great influence on her. Our baby is growing up." Ten noted while scrolling her illustration. If Johnny rejects this, he'll definitely hear from him. "I hope Yuta doesn't hurt her."

"I doubt that. Have you seen hearts in his eyes whenever he would look at her? He's whipped." Jungwoo exclaimed then sighed. "Young love." Ten giggled at that, asking about Lucas. "He's in China for a month. That motherfucker."

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When the 6 pm mark on the clock struck, (Y/N) had already finished putting on lipgloss and powdered her nose. She fixed her skirt just as a shiny black car parked outside the publishing house which made her smile. "Wild night?" Jungwoo asked and the girl only grinned as an answer. "Will you be coming to work tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure. I'll call you tomorrow."

Ten giggled. "Don't bother, (Y/N). I'll send you the draft tomorrow just send it to me after getting your Japanese meal." Jungwoo snorted at that and she rolled her eyes at their teasing. "Enjoy your Japanese cock." He waved goodbye at the girl who knocked on the window of the car.

Yuta was wearing a black shirt, grinning when he opened the door for her. "Shouldn't I hand out the souvenirs for your coworkers?" He asked when she's inside the car, earning a frown from her. "I guess I'll give it to them when I see them." She decided to just look outside as Yuta started the engine, crossing her legs to at least give him a hint.

Days of not seeing each other and a promise of a wild night made her so horny that it pissed her off that he's thinking about her coworkers. And she's wearing a short skirt for crying out loud. "Do you want to eat dinner first?"

She rolled her eyes at that. Dinner? Again? Why does he always ask that? She raised an eyebrow at that, maybe there's something she can do. "I want to eat you." She said in a haughty tone that made him chuckle. The girl moved closer, placing a hand on his thigh. "Please Yuta."

Fuck it, Yuta thought, how can he stop her when she's begging like this? She's so fucking pretty. He smiled at her, holding her cheek. "And I badly want you, sweetheart." He confessed. "But I want you to eat first. I don't want you to pass out on me." That made her gasp. He's going to be rough on her?

Will it really happen? The thing she was worried about in Paris? Will he really defeat the sex marathon with her? She might not really come to work tomorrow.

She listened to him the whole span of dinner, even finishing her rice and steak. When he asked for dessert, she declined with a grin and Yuta smiled. The ride home was quiet and when Yuta parked his car, the glint on her eyes looked so tempting. "God, I want you."

In no time, (Y/N) moved from the passenger seat to his lap and the sudden action made him groan. Her lips were already on his own, swallowing the groans when she rocked her body forward. Her hands went inside his shirt, feeling his tone body as her lips moved south to his neck creating supple marks on his skin. "Fuck baby."

The girl positioned her throbbing core on his erection and started grinding on it, the roughness of the zipper creating delicious friction against her wet underwear. (Y/N) started riding his clothed member, moaning at how real the humping is. Her underwear was so wet that it doesn't leave anything in the imagination, she could feel him between her folds and the zipper made it so rough that she was enjoying it almost.

Yuta bucked his hips that made her scream, her sounds are pleasing music to his ear as they both dry humph each other. Damn, who would have thought that days of wanting her would lead to this? "Yuta, I'm close..." she moaned as he kept his speed in thrusting her, even pushing her back to the steering wheel and fucking her wet underwear for her. He's also close, evident on the dark spot forming on his jeans. "Yuta!" she shouted as the wet spot on her underwear grew darker, some of it appearing on his jeans.

He didn't stop his thrusts as she ride her orgasm and he came with a muffled moan against her neck. "You are so amazing, baby." he complimented, giving her neck a kiss going north to her mouth. "I think I owe you an underwear," he said while assessing the current situation they were in.

(Y/N) giggled then eyed his jeans. "And I owe you a pair of jeans." Yuta just gaped at his pants which have a dark spot on his crotch, not knowing whether it was her juice or his own juice.

"Nah, it's my new favorite jeans," he claimed as he smiled at her figure, still seated on his lap. Yuta tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and she mirrored the same smile that he had. "Let's get you upstairs. Can you walk?" He asked and she giggled, nodding at him.

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The sticky feeling was quickly disregarded when Yuta invited her to the bath even if it made her pout. He filled the tub with warm water, even putting a lavender bath bomb, and some rose petals that made her giggle. Where did he get that? He even helped her get inside the tub, letting her sit in between his legs, back facing him. The lavender scent makes her calm, just like Yuta. "How is your work in New Zealand?"

If possible, she heard him smile. "It's fine. They were really amazed at the technological advances so they're interested in investing. I might come back to New Zealand next month because of that." She leaned on his chest that made him instinctively smile. "Do you want to come with me?" His right hand held her hair.

"Do you think Johnny will allow me?" She asked and he grinned. "Did I tell you that he already accepted my illustration?" He shook his head but still smiling. "My work will be published soon."

He kissed the top of her head. "Congratulations, baby! I knew you can do it." He said while holding her cheek with his left hand. "I'm proud of you."

Those words. The words she wanted to hear all this time.

And it warms her heart that someone is telling this to her. That Yuta is telling this to her.

"I have a question, Yuta." He just raised an eyebrow at her, urging her to continue. "That time, in the plane…" she started that made him nod. "If I didn't follow you that time. Do you think we'll still be like this?"

Yuta laughed at that, making her sit up straight then stared at him. What's funny? "If I didn't ask you to have sex with me at that time, we're probably meeting in an Italian restaurant or watching a movie by now." She raised an eyebrow at that. "I probably took the correct steps in pursuing you and we'll probably be on our tenth date?"

"Why me?"

"I already answered that question."

What was that? He said something Japanese before. "Koi?" She started.

Yuta smiled. "Koi no yokan." He continued for her. "It's a Japanese term, a feeling upon first meeting someone that you knew you will fall in love with them." A shy smile escaped his lips.

"Like a premonition?"

He nodded. "A premonition of love." Yuta pulled her closer that she's now sitting on his lap, the same position as in the car earlier. "It's tough to explain, (Y/N)." She wanted to shrug off the topic before Yuta could say other things but he continued, "I guess love really works that way."

He said it. The L-word. The word she had been avoiding forever. But the way it rolled out his tongue seemed so natural, so real. "You looked surprised." He teased and she just pursed her lips at that. "We don't have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable. Let's just stay the way we are, just stay with me."

Before (Y/N) could say something, Yuta held the back of her head and kissed her forehead. "Let's get you out of the tub, princess. It's getting cold." He pulled a towel to wrap her then asked (Y/N) to just get some clothes in his closet to wear since he had to clean the tub.

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The girl was seated on the couch when he went out of the bedroom after putting on clothes. "Do you want anything? Ramen?" He asked while heading to the kitchen. The girl only muttered a silent 'nothing' before he made his own cup of coffee. "Do you want to go to sleep now?"

"Yuta?" She called and he hummed to ask what she needs. "I told Ten that I won't go to work tomorrow." The guy smiled. How did their arousal turn into something this awkward? Just because of his confession? "Do you want to go out?"

"Go out?" He repeated, walking to where she is with a cup of coffee.

She smiled timidly then stared at him while fiddling her fingers. She's nervous. "Go out." She cleared. "We can eat in an Italian restaurant or watch movies." The guy had to smile at that. Why is she so adorable?

"Okay." He said quickly, grinning at her. "It's a date then."

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Chapter 17 / Chapter 19

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All I Want... 25 Days of Christmas Challenge, Day 9

November 22nd

DeeDee woke up disoriented with her glasses hanging off her face. She rolled to her right and fell off the couch. 

“What the hell?” She looked at the open laptop and bottles of water on her coffee table.  Recognition hit and she smiled. 

Something in the chat of the ended video call caught her attention. She fixed her glasses and sat up straight to read it.

Erik Stevens: As much as I enjoyed watching you sleep, I’m ending the call so you don’t think I’m a creep. I didn’t mean to keep you up that late, but I did have a wonderful time talking to you. I hope you have a great day, whenever you surface. 

DeeDee squealed and then smacked her forehead. “Damn, I really fell asleep on him.”  

She stretched out her arms and legs from her seated position. A buzzing sound interrupted the flow. She looked over to the flashing screen of her phone. DeeDee reached for it and found it full of missed calls, text and group chat messages. She looked at the time, it was after 1 pm.  

A hard knock on her apartment door startled her. It was followed up with rapid pounding. 

“DeeDee open the damn door!” 

Phyllis and Beverly. She checked her calendar. She missed Sunday brunch.  

“DeeDee, honey. Are you ok?” Beverly asked through the door.

DeeDee quickly fixed her hair into a bun, and walked across the floor. Her friends rushed her as she opened the door.

“Hey Girl.” Beverly gave DeeDee a quick hug, then headed to the living room.

“Where were you?” Phyllis flopped down into a chair. She picked up a water bottle. “So, you had a party and didn’t invite us?”

DeeDee rolled her eyes. “I did not have a party.”

“Well, this is a lot for one person to drink.” Phyllis looked over to Beverly, “You think she had company over?”

Beverly started to laugh, “Phyll, stop acting like she had a man over here. I think our best friend would tell us something like that.”

“Would she? Because you know I have left y’all high and dry over guaranteed D.” 

“I am not you, Phyll. And what is wrong with you?” 

DeeDee slumped onto the couch. When Beverly sat next to her, she closed the laptop down. 

“There is nothing wrong with us. We just want to make sure you are living life to the fullest.” Beverly bumped DeeDee’s shoulder. “So, what did you binge watch last night? Cuz your coffee table screams Grey’s Anatomy.”

DeeDee’s phone buzzed on the table. All eyes focused on it. 

“You gonna answer that? Don’t want to keep your booty call waiting like you did us.”

“Stop it. I didn’t have anyone over here.” 

“Go ahead. Answer it.”

“It can wait.”

Phyllis snatched up DeeDee’s phone. “You have mail, ma’am.”

“Shut up and give me my phone.” 

“So, you have been emailing with Mr. Love Note. How is that going?”

“It’s going.” DeeDee scrunched her face to hide her growing smile. “He seems pretty kool.”

“Uh huh. That smile on your face says otherwise.” Beverly spoke up. 

“What happened last night? Why did you miss brunch today?”

“Yeah, you always beat us there. You love those endless mimosas.”

“It was an honest mistake. I was chatting with Erik last night.” DeeDee confessed. 

“So, you did blow us off for dick.” 

“PHYLL!!!”

“What? Did she not hang out with us last night to talk to a man?”

“It was over email though, leave her alone.”

“Well actually, it was a video call.” DeeDee mumbled.

“You saw him?”

“Is he fine?”  Her friends both responded.

“Is he?” DeeDee held her face. “Yeah, he looked good.” 

“Ok, so he was the reason that you couldn’t keep your date with us?” 

“Why do you have to say it like that, Phyll?”

“Because you have never stood us up for a man before,” she sniffed, “And I’m kind of proud of you.” She jumped up and gave DeeDee a hug. 

Beverly completed the group hug and sandwiched DeeDee between them. “So, how fine is he?”

They pulled back to let her breath. 

DeeDee walked over to her desk and pulled out the newspaper clipping of Erik and Dr. O. 

“This is what he looked like 10 years ago.”

“Wait, is that Dr. O. next to him?” Beverly took the clipping out of Phyllis’ hand. 

“Yeah, they are friends.”    

“Hmmm.”

“Anyways, imagine him with a muscular build, short dreads, and a beard.”

“Does he have a brother?” Beverly asked.

“No, he is an only child.”

“Of course, he is.” She handed the clipping back to DeeDee. “So, has he found the love of his life yet?”

“Bev, really? Even I can tell that he hasn’t.”

“How can you tell?”

“You see all the bottles on this table?” 

Beverly shook her head. 

“DeeDee started off drinking wine, but clearly moved to water.” Phyllis tapped her chin, “Now, why would she do that?”

“A lady never gets drunk in front of a guy.”

“NO!!! And besides, he lives in another state. DeeDee’s scary ass is not gonna meet him.”

“You don’t know that, Phyll.”

“I know my DeeDee. She will be fine with these emails, video calls and maybe even text messages. If they exchange numbers, but in-person? Nah.”

“Whatever Phyll, can I just enjoy that I made a new friend?” DeeDee huffed, “We know I don’t have many of those.”

“No, you have enough friends, but you do need a man.” 

“Phyllis, you are starting to sound like Aunt Rita and I do not appreciate it.” DeeDee dropped into the chair across from them.

“You can’t find love, if you don’t look for it. But what do I know?”

“DeeDee, so what is he like?” Beverly pointed at the table, “Seems like you were up for a while.”

“It was definitely a late night, but it was nice. I got to learn about his family and his work.” She smiled at the memory. “He has a great sense of humor. I haven’t laughed that much in ages.” She closed her eyes. 

“Oooooh, what are you replaying in your head.” Beverly moved to the edge of the couch.

“He answered the call shirtless.” She fanned herself, “When I said more muscle, I meant it. The man is ripped, sculpted like a god.”

“Please tell me you did not wear that.” Phyllis barked.

DeeDee looked at her Southern hoodie and the black yoga pants that she was still wearing. 

“And what if I did? I was told to show up as I was.” She ran her hands from her shoulders to her legs. “So, he got this.”

“All I hear you saying is that you want a sex toy for Christmas? I got you bestie.”

“Fuck you, Phyll.”

“I’m not the one for that job. But I am sure we can find you someone local.”

“You know what? I don’t have time for this. I actually have to work this afternoon.” DeeDee stood up. “I apologize for trying to find the life that you both want for me, and for it making me miss brunch today. But I am not dealing with this.”

“DeeDee.”

“No, it’s ok, Bev.” She walked to the door, “I’ll see you later this week at Ma Dear’s or not.”

They got up and went to the door as DeeDee’s phone buzzed on the table again.

“Right. Mister is calling, wouldn’t want you to miss that.” 

DeeDee closed the door on them and went to her phone. The new messages were from Erik. 

Prince Erik: Good Morning Beautiful. 

Prince Erik: I’m going into the office today. So, I won’t be able to call you like we planned. 

DeeDee 💜: It’s afternoon here, Erik. 🙄

Prince Erik: True, but if you just got up then it’s morning for you. 

DeeDee 💜: Thanks for letting me know. I forgot I have work tonight, so I would have missed you anyway. 

Prince Erik: Ok, so then I’ll check in with you later. Have a great day, DeeDee.

DeeDee 💜: Sounds good. You, too, Erik.

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Showering at the other’s house + Wearing the other’s clothing + "You know I can't just be friends with you" for Josh Washington x male reader? Angst and smut where there's been sexual tension between them for a long time and it blows up in their face when Josh's car breaks down and reader picks him up and takes him to his place? Bottom reader, please?

To be on the safe side, I’m going to warn for a slight reference to drunk driving.

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Glancing at the clock on your dash, you groaned thinking about how early you had to be up for work tomorrow—technically today.

 Fucking Josh Washington.

 Why you were still friends sometimes escaped you, but as soon as Josh slid into your passenger seat and the smell of his expensive cologne swallowed you in one breath, you remembered.

 Because you want so much more than that.

 “Fun party?” you asked, hitting the turn signal even though the road was deserted.

 “Look, man. I’m sorry about calling so late but I know your place is close.”

 “And now I have to take you all the way across town—”

 “Can’t I just crash with you? I mean—if it’s not a big deal.”

 Not a big—fucking fucker.

 Taking a deep breath, you whipped your car around and began heading back to your apartment.

 Josh leaned back in the seat and out of your peripheral, you could see his fingers twitching against his knee, banging out a rhythm only he could hear.

 “Are you drunk?” you asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

 “Nah,” Josh huffed, his eyes closed as his fingers continued to tap.

 Slamming on the brakes was the last thing Josh had expected you to do, and when he was jostled forward, he made a muffled noise as the seatbelt tightened against his chest.

 “What the fu—”

 “Get out.”

 Josh’s bloodshot eyes were blown wide and his mouth opened and shut as he stared at you, your own face twisted in anger as you looked back at him.

 “Get. Out.”

 “Please don’t do this now, Y/N.”

 Josh’s eyes begged for your forgiveness and you felt that deep-down itch of sympathy, like an almost healed mosquito bite that had just enough poison left to make you remember it was there.

 “Why the fuck are you always calling me to come bail you out? Is it because I’m stupid enough to keep fucking doing it?”

 “No,” Josh murmured, his eyes dropping to the center console.

 “Is it because—”

 “Can we please just talk about this at your place not in the middle of the fucking road in the middle of the fucking night?”

 Your eyes flicked to the rearview mirror and even though no one was coming, you gripped the wheel again and pressed your foot to the gas.

The rest of the short drive was silent, the tension blaring loud enough to drown out both of your thoughts.

 Exhausted, you tossed your keys on the counter and kicked off your shoes before slowly pulling your hoodie over your head and tossing it on the living room recliner.

 “You know where the couch is,” you stated tonelessly as you walked back the hall to your bedroom and shut the door.

 Discarding your t-shirt and your sweatpants, you crawled back into your abandoned bed and tried to go to sleep. Josh turned the shower on and you rolled over, trying not to imagine what he looked like, naked and wet as the bathroom grew foggier and foggier.

 He pissed you off like no one else.

 And he turned you on like no one else.

 But nothing had ever come of your shared looks, your inside jokes, or your casual, seemingly accidental touching. Instead, this sort of chasm settled between the two of you and you spent less and less time together. At first, you were sad. Then, you were pissed that someone who was supposed to be your friend, someone you had known for almost ever, was just willing to let the ugly void grow rather than talk about what was happening.

 And once Josh lost his sisters, the void became cavernous. He wouldn’t let anyone get close to him, not even you.

 Sighing, you punched your pillow and rolled onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. You supposed that was why you were still always there for him—the loss of Hannah and Beth, yes, but also because you wanted to get him to let you in. You wanted to be there for him—as a friend or as more.

 Either way, Josh needed someone. That much you were sure of.

 A soft knock on your door drew you out of your thoughts, and you mumbled, “It’s unlocked.”

 Josh peeked in, the light from the hallway framing his body and making him seem more shadow than man.

 “Can I borrow some sweats?”

 “Bottom drawer,” you motioned, rolling on to your side to avoid looking at him with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

 Which wasn’t wrapped around his waist for long because you heard it hit the floor. You squeezed your eyes shut tight and tried to ignore the rustling as Josh pulled on your clothes.

 After a few moments of silence, Josh cleared his throat and when you didn’t say anything, he shuffled closer to your bed.

 “You sleeping?”

 “For fuck’s sake, Josh. No.”

 “I really am sorry I woke you up—”

 “Are you really?” you spat, turning over and sitting up to face him, anger once again coursing through your body at his wretched apology.

 “Yeah. I am! I really appreciate that you came!” Josh yelled, his eyes smaller than usual as anger began to take hold of him, too.

 “You have a real funny way of showing appreciation.”

 “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, his bottom lip disappearing as he bit down on it.

 “It means that you don’t call me unless you need something stupid.”

 Josh shrugged, but before you could yell at him to get the fuck out, he said, “I know you’ll always pick up.”

“You can kiss this stand-in Uber driver the fuck good-bye because this was the last—"

 “I call you because I want to see you.”

 Josh’s words were coarse, spoken from deep inside of his chest as if he couldn’t believe he was actually letting them articulate.

 You stared at him in stunned silence, wondering if it was possible . . .

 “Josh,” you said softly.

 And as your mind worked to form a response, Josh interrupted, his voice cracking as he loudly said, "I can't just be friends with you anymore! I can’t just hang out like, like I’m not feeling . . . whatever the fuck this is.

 “And I know you feel it too.”  

 Your heart was in your ears, so even if you wanted to say something, you couldn’t.

 Hand slightly shaking, you pulled off the covers and swung your legs over the edge of the mattress. The feeling of your bare feet on your cold, wooden floor starkly contrasted the overheated feeling of your torso and face as you stood.

 Josh was frozen, his Adam’s apple working double-time as he looked anywhere but at you, clearly wishing he had kept his infamously big mouth shut.

 When you were finally inches from him, his eyes swung to meet yours and the intensity in them nearly took your breath away.

 Thinking back, you still have no idea who moved first, but in an instant, Josh’s mouth was on yours.

 His kiss was bruising, teeth before tongue, then teeth again as he claimed you.

 Your thoughts were an incoherent stream as Josh pushed you on to the bed and shoved his hand in your boxers, his own erection rubbing against your thigh as he began to jerk you off.

 Gasping, you broke the kiss and shut your eyes, unable to believe this was finally happening.

 “Do you feel this?” Josh hissed as his forehead is pressed against yours. “Do you feel how bad I want you—need you?”

 “I—”

 “Didn’t want to ruin our friendship?” Josh panted as he gave the head of your cock a little twist. “I’d say it’s pretty fucking ruined now.”

 You moaned and reached up to fist the headboard, your biceps flexing as you held onto the wooden slats, your hips pushing up into Josh’s hand.

 “Should I stop?”

 “Fuck—no! Don’t stop,” you begged and you could see the confident smirk on Josh’s lips.  

 “Come for me,” he demanded, his hand tightening around you, still moving at a quick, even pace.

 “God-fucking-damn-it Josh!” you cried out, eyes again shut tight as cum spilled over his hand and smeared on to your stomach.

 After milking you through your orgasm, Josh pressed his forehead to yours, tiny beads of your sweat mingling with his as your breath puffed across each other’s lips. It occurred to you that he definitely used your toothpaste and knowing Josh, probably your toothbrush.

 You reached up to grasp his face, your thumbs rubbing across his cheekbones as you asked, “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

 “Kinda better to just show you?”

You rolled your eyes.

 “Stop deflecting.”

 “Scared,” Josh mumbled, his mouth moving closer to yours.

 “Of what?” you asked into his parted lips.

 “Losing you.”

 “Never,” you answered and kissed him, your mouth begging to be dominated by his as you tentatively touched your tongue to his and Josh didn’t disappoint, controlling the kiss until he released your mouth with a gasp as you both fought for air.

 Pushing Josh onto his back, you straddled his thigh, your cum-coated belly completely forgotten as you pulled down the sweatpants he was wearing—your sweatpants—and you lowered your mouth to take in his impossibly hard cock.

 “Oh fuck,” Josh groaned.

 Teasing wasn’t on your mind as you sucked his dick, hollowing your cheeks and relishing in the taste of the precum that seeped from his head. You dragged your tongue through his slit and Josh made a noise that was somewhere between a whine and a groan.

 You sucked lightly on the head of his cock before swallowing him down, and when you grasped the base of him, Josh bucked up into your mouth, almost choking you, as he came—your name and a string of Sorry—so sorrys tumbling from his lips. You laughed a little as you swallowed his cum and used the back of your mouth to wipe what had escaped.

 Josh’s eyes were soft as they looked at you, one final apology issuing from his mouth.

 “It’s cool, Josh. I think we were both pretty enthusiastic.”

 “You have no idea—”

 “—how long you’ve—I’ve—wanted to do that?”

 Josh looked a little surprised, but then his face split into his trademark grin, his white teeth flashing in the dim lighting of your room.

 “Does this mean we’re more than friends?”

 “Is that what you want?” you asked, studying his face to make sure his happiness wasn’t a façade.

 “I think . . . I think it’s what I need.”

 You smiled, your eyes detecting only honestly and as much as it pained you to do it, you tore your eyes from his and looked at the clock.

 “Work. I’ve gotta—”

 “I’m filthy fucking rich. You don’t ever “have to” again.”

 “Of course I do,” you said with exasperation. “But maybe not . . . tomorrow.”

 Josh smiled and adjusted your pillow before holding his arms open so you could fall onto his chest.

 “Night, Y/N,” Josh mumbled sleepily into your hair.

 “Goodnight,” you answered, your lips holding their soft smile as you fell fast asleep.

#Josh Washington #Josh Washington x Reader #Male Reader #Josh Washington x Male Reader #Angst #Smut #Josh Washington Angst #Josh Washington Smut #Rami Malek #Rami Malek Characters #But OF COURSE it's fluffy in the end bc that's how I ROLL

[guns-n-zeppelin]

Slash imagine: Hookup at a party

Anonymous: Hey I wanted to ask if you maybe could do an imagine with the older slash, where the reader throws a party or something like that and his son's are there because the reader and his son's are friends, and he comes to pick them up and the reader is super drunk and flirts with slash and they hook up (the reader and his son's are in there early 20's) I hope you know what I mean 😅 + Sry for my bad English

Words: 2,085

Warning: SMUT (kids go away pls)

A/N: It okay, friend, your English is great. Lmao i haven't written anything guns n roses related in ageees (sorry about that everyone heh), it's over 3am rn and i don't even know what i wrote, i barely reread it lol. Hope ye like it though. Comments about how shit this is are recommended hehe.

Not sure if i'm getting back at fanfics, if i get some requests which sound interesting i might try something quick if i have time.

People were dancing to the loud music all around you, pumping at you constantly and almost making you fall on the floor. You were carrying a half empty Jack Daniels with you and trying to walk straight. You knew you were super drunk right now and a complete mess.

You had thought it was a good idea to have a party at your house and invite all these people, but it would be really hard to get everyone leave and clean up this place after you’d recover from the worst hangover. Too late now anymore.

You walked to the kitchen, took a sip from the whiskey and put it on the table. Your friend Emilio was standing next to the fridge with couple of his friends and you started walking towards them, a large smile on your face.

”Emilio, there you are! My bestest best buddy!” you basically yelled and went to hug him tightly, burying your face on his chest.

”Y/N you’re so drunk,” he laughed, but he wasn’t completely sober himself either. For a while he looked like he would vomit, but it ended up being just a false alarm this time. ”I think i’ll call my dad to pick me up.” He took his phone and started calling his dad.

”Ohh yes, call him, that’s a good idea!” you slurred and laughed, but Emilio just ignored you and went to a quieter place.

The truth was, that you had had the biggest crush on Slash, Emilio’s dad, and you always got super awkward around him. All blushing and nervous. You almost had a breakdown if he would even smile at you and say hi. You knew he was your best friend’s dad, for god’s sake, but you couldn’t help your feelings.

It didn’t take long until Slash arrived with his car in front of your house, you and Emilio already standing and waiting outside, smoking cigarette. You looked towards Slash through the car’s window, he didn’t get off his car but waited Emilio come to the car by himself.

”Well, that’s my ride,” Emilio said, ”you sure you won’t need help to get all these people leave?”

You shook your head. ”Nah, Alicia, Sophie and Nick should be enough help with that. No worries.”

Emilio gave you a hug, until he started to walk to the car, barely keeping his balance anymore. You felt your head spinning a bit too.

You kept looking and adoring Slash’s dark figure, but quickly turned your head away and felt burning blush spreading on your cheeks. When you turned to look again, he still stared at you, but then Emilio blocked the view by going to sit in the car next to his dad, completely wasted.

You watched them drive away and let a sigh out of your mouth, still feeling your heart hammering in your chest, and returned inside. There was now less people dancing, it was quite late already, but it would still take time until people would leave.

About half an hour passed, you were talking with your good friend Sophie, until your phone rang and you had to excuse yourself elsewhere. Emilio was calling you.

”Hey, what’s up?” you answered, confused why he would call you already.

”Hey, Y/N. Emilio apparently forgot some of his stuff there at your place. Wallets and stuff i guess,” Slash sighed, sounding a bit irritated because of his son. ”I’m still heading to the centrum so i could quickly come pick them up. I know he’s in no state come tomorrow himself.”

Your eyes widened when you recognised Slash’s voice and suddenly you felt like your voice had suddenly completely disappeared and you couldn’t talk anymore.

”Y/N? If it’s not a good time, i –”

”No! No, no it’s. It’s uh, yea come. You can come get them now, it’s fine,” you stuttered.

When the call ended, you stared at the screen a bit too long and rushed inside. You went to look yourself from the mirror that you wouldn’t look like a complete mess in front of Slash. You were wearing a tight white top and a black skirt, which reached just above your knees. You saw Emilio’s bag next to the couch in living room and went to get it, almost stumbling on a guy who had passed out on the floor.

Soon Slash drove in front of your house again and you took a deep breath to calm yourself down a bit better. I can do this, you repeated in your head, don’t be a fucking fool again, you can do this.

Slash got out of his car and lighted a cigarette, while you were walking towards him.

”Uh, here’s his bag,” you muttered and he put it in the backseat.

”Thanks, Y/L. Emilio passed out immediately when we got home,” Slash told you and shook his head.

You let a laugh out of your mouth and started to giggle, soon almost not able to control it, for being so drunk.

”Yea, he was pretty drunk.”

You kept standing there in front of him just a bit longer and just looked at him. He looked back at you and blew smoke out of his mouth. You turned your head away again for a moment, but then turned back at him again, now trying to collect all your courage.

”How are you doing though?” you asked, coming a step closer him.

”I’m doing fine, thank you,” he answered and smiled, a bit confused why you were suddenly standing so close, but didn’t back off away from you.

”Are you having any … woman right now?” you asked, suddenly because of alcohol feeling extremely bold. You could smell his scent and twirled his curls between your fingers, biting your lip.

He looked a bit confused and furrowed his eyebrows, not sure what you were doing. ”Hm, no i don’t. Why are you asking that?” He threw his cigarette on the ground.

”You know, i’ve always found you incredibly hot,” you admitted and let your hand wander across his chest. ”I mean … wow.” You started to giggle again and Slash’s eyebrows shot near his hairline. ”Do you think i’m pretty?” you pouted and put your arms around his neck.

”Y/N …” Slash shook his head and your heart dropped. ”We shouldn’t … you’re drunk.”

”I knew it,” you said and backed off, feeling tears forming in your eyes. ”What’s wrong with me?” you asked, not sure if you were talking to him or more to yourself. ”I’m so stupid.”

Slash suddenly grabbed your wrist and forced you to look at him again. ”Hey, nothing’s wrong with you. You are … pretty. No, you are beautiful, Y/N. I just. It’s wrong.”

Your heart was beating faster again and you came back closer.

”What’s wrong?” you came stood just a few inches away from him and didn’t break the eye contact between the two of you anymore. You put your hands around his neck again.

”I’m too old for you and you’re my son’s friend,” Slash said. ”And you are very, very drunk.”

You just rolled your eyes. ”We don’t have to tell them,” you whispered and brought your face closer to his, cupping his cheeks with your hands. ”This can be our little secret.” You started to giggle again. Slash looked around the two of you, but there was nobody near.

”Y/L –”

”Come, i’ll show you something in the garage,” you said, thinking nobody must be there, since everybody were partying either in living room or kitchen, if not passed out in the bathroom. You took Slash’s hand in yours and started dragging him behind you to the garage. Surprisingly he followed you.

You closed the garage door and it was empty, just as you thought, only your own car standing there. You turned back to Slash and as he was just trying to say something, you slammed your lips against his, taking him into a deep kiss. He was a bit unsure at first, but still kissed you back. Eventually he broke the kiss.

”You’re drunk, Y/N.”

You shook your head. ”I know what i’m doing. I want you, Slash,” you said quietly and planted a few kisses on his neck. ”I need you.”

”Don’t say that,” Slash whispered, while looking into your eyes. You grabbed a hold on his dick, feeling through his pants his growing erection. Slash hissed between his teeth and a smile spread on your face.

You slided your hand now under his pants and took his dick entirely in your hand, starting to stroke him up and down.

”Y/N …”

”Shh,” you interrupted him, took his hand and slid it under your top on your breast. ”Don’t talk, just fuck me. I want you to fuck me, Slash, right now.”

You kissed Slash again and he immediately made the kiss deeper. You took your top off, leaving you only in your bra. You opened his belt and helped him get his pants off. You pulled also down his underwear and revealed his huge erection and only by looking at it, it made you even more wet. You stroke again his dick with your hand, making him groan, and looked at him into his eyes.

”You know … i’ve always wanted to try having sex in a car.” You glanced at your car next to you and then back at Slash. You took your underpants off and let them drop on the floor, then opening the door. Before he said anything, you kissed him again and felt his hands open your bra and taking them off. After you’d also took your skirt off, you were completely naked in front of him. He scanned your body for a while, until grabbed your waist and pulled you close against his body.

”God, you’re beautiful,” Slash said and roughly grabbed your ass, making you whimper. Your heart fluttered in your chest and he went to sit in the car seat, you following right behind him. You sat on his lap, burying his cock inside you, slowly, until he had filled you completely, all of his thick length disappeared inside your vagina.

You let out a deep moan out of your mouth, you hadn’t expected him to be so big. ”Oh gosh, Slash.” You were still for a while and Slash let you take your time, keeping his hands on your ass, grabbing them roughly.

And then you started to move, up and down on him, your chest and boobs just inches from his face. Slash helped you move by holding your ass and you fastened your pace as fast as you could. You tried to keep your head from pumping on the car ceiling, but it waa harder than you first had thought.

You moaned and whimpered each time his dick hit just the right spot inside you, but you tried to be as quiet as possible, still a bit afraid someone might hear and walk in. Slash moaned too and put his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you back into a deep kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth.

”I’m so close, oh god, Slash,” you whimpered and he looked at you.

”Come for me,” he whispered. And then you came, orgasm running through your body, him right behind you. Both of you were just moaning messes.

You held his shoulders and tried to catch your breath for a while. You were still sitting on his lap and his hand came up to put a strand of your hair behind your ear. You smiled and giggled, him chuckling back at you.

The next morning you woke up from your own bed, the sun already up in the sky. You didn’t know how you’d gotten into your bed. Honestly, you didn’t remember much about the night in general and you had no idea what kind of mess was waiting for you downstairs. Though you just physically couldn’t think about it right now, due to your horrible hangover, so you put your head back on your pillow.

One thing you did remember though for sure. You would have thought it had been just a sex dream with the famous guitarist, but feeling how sore you were at the moment, you definitely knew it had actually happened and wasn’t just a fantasy in your mind.

You stared at the ceiling, deep in your thoughts, not sure at all how to face him next time you’d visit Emilio.

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We project our own character biases onto the characters we write more often than we realize. I mean, I say we because I definitely do it too, just saying its something to think about and keep in mind.

Like for instance, it always sticks out to me when people write Jason making fun of the original Robin costume and how bad it looked and stuff like that too....I mean, even though we all know I’m super defensive about Dick’s costumes, lol, I can admit it makes sense from a character standpoint for Tim and Damian to not get what a big deal it is for Dick unless he talks specifics, and to be like...umm, that thing looked messy.

But Jason....not so much, because I’ve always found it significant that Jason - who has never lacked for strong opinions or bravado - was the only Robin not to insist on changing or personalizing the costume. That he was perfectly fine with wearing it as is.

I mean, set aside your own issues with Dick’s costumes or his character himself, set aside any issues Jason had with Dick later in life, and picture Jason before he became Robin.....

Jason, the kid who never lacked for toughness despite his own size and lack of physical strength or resources...

Jason, who spent his early life given plenty of reasons to be wary of men who used their size and physical strength and implied ferocity to loom and intimidate and threaten and terrify....for whom men like Batman were nothing new....

Who do you honestly think twelve year old Jason Todd was likely more impressed by, when he was growing up?

The grown man with body armor and an intimidating presence and dark, scary voice and more gadgets than you could imagine hiding somewhere in his costume....

Or the tiny kid who managed to keep up with this man despite being half his height, wearing barely anything in comparison, not even trying to come across as intimidating because he was usually too busy laughing and throwing out stupid jokes....

And still managed with all that, to give grown men who were large and strong and ferocious and scary and the exact kinds of men Jason had spent most of his life trying to avoid because of the threats they posed....reason to shout “oh fuck, its Robin” and turn around and run?

Stop accidentally projecting classist views onto the kid we’re all aware was most affected by classism, please. Jason Todd, the guy who spent most of his life being judged for what he was wearing and how badly assembled his wardrobe of ‘whatever he could get his hands on’ probably looked, or how poor or threadbare his clothes were or how he stuck out like a sore thumb anywhere frequented by people who weren’t limited to shopping at Goodwill.....

Probably never insisted on changing the Robin costume because he DIDN’T think it looked ridiculous, like everyone else seems to. Or maybe he did, who knows, but the point is, its still likely he just flat out didn’t CARE. 

So what if people laughed and made jokes about it? Laughed and made jokes about how he looked while wearing it? They did that about everything he wore. They probably did that about the tux he wore when Bruce made him go to galas, when he looked perfectly tailored and like he’d stepped off the cover of a magazine, because the snobs around him still found a way to spin that against him and make jokes about ‘oh look how hard the poor orphan kid is trying, Wayne thinks if you clean him up and dress him nice enough, he’ll fit in.”

Nah. Jason Todd didn’t give a single shit what anyone else thought of the Robin costume that he and Dick both wore, if you ask me.

He was too busy feeling empowered by the wardrobe that signified to grown bad-asses that it was time to run and hide, because a twelve year old with no pants and a distinct size disadvantage is about to kick your asses and you all know it.

IMO, however ridiculous the original Robin costume looked according to Jason’s own tastes, like, probably just made it all the MORE impressive and meaningful. That he could make a grown man piss his pants in fear while wearing it and laughing like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Like...THAT’S how you sell being a bad-ass, in Jason’s eyes, I’d bet. The clothes don’t make the man. The man makes the clothes, or he doesn’t.

Even when he’s still only thirteen and has yet to break five feet even.

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Under Your Spell (Part 14) - Morning After You

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC/Oscar Isaac fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. Her ex, Oscar isn’t sure what to make of her new relationship. Should he step in or leave her be? (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.) Married Jared, single Oscar!

Chapter warnings: Cursing

Chapter WC: 1,928

You doubt and you're desperate, you wear both your cross and your hammer.

Reactions to Twin Flames had been better than she could have ever imagined. The distraction of Jared visiting kept her away from the anxieties of releasing another new song. He had left an hour before the bus pulled away, holding her face in his hands, kissing her like he would never see her again. She missed him already. Already pining for him. He felt the same.

As she made her way across state lines, texts were coming through from everybody she knew.

Jared: I miss you so much. I keep watching this video, wishing we were making it all over again.

Stef: Making the video or making love

Jared: Both :) 

Claire: My god, that video is hawt. Brendan misses you, he’s being a douche rn.

Darius: Mom, that video is amazing, I’m glad I didn’t have to see dad doing those things to you though. Warn me if the next one will be that graphic pls.

Oscar: I was not expecting the video to be like that. It’s both beautiful and confusing. 

Stef rolled her eyes. She could just imagine Oscar’s brows furrowed, thinking over the video. 

Stef: It’s past demons coming for me. I’m allowing them to devour me so I am reborn. I thought you’d be happy for me. Growing up and moving on.

Oscar: So happy for you. x

Several messages popped up from Jared while she drank her third coffee that morning.

Fuck

In trouble

They were Paps

Gen angry. 

HELP ME

Stef snorted with laughter. He was really panicking. 

Chill. I’ll put something up on my twitter about us hanging out, it should take some heat off.

Sure enough, it did. Stef had posted a short tweet about Jared coming to NY to celebrate the release of the song. She tagged her bandmates too. Mentioning that she would see her fans at the next show in Pittsburgh. 

Two more shows in Canada, then home. 

Just before she stepped on stage that night, she shot off a text to Jared.

Stef: Everything ok now?

It was hours before he replied. 

Jared: Still in trouble, will call you later.

They were travelling again, hitting the road as soon as the show was finished. They all stank of sweat and beer. Luckily, they were staying in a hotel the next day. Her phone, on silent, flashed with Jared’s name across the screen. Keeping her voice low while the guys slept, she answered, her heart hammering in her chest.

‘Hey.’

‘Hey you,’ his voice just as low as hers.

‘What’s going on?’

‘Oh, just, Gen not happy we got caught. Photos of us on some gossip website. Did you see?’

‘Nah, I don’t care much for them. I didn’t have food on my shirt did I?’

Jared snorted, the tension easing as he laughed. ‘No. Gen showed me the photos but I told her not to look. We were just having lunch.’

‘Well, don’t look at comments on anything right now, it might upset you.’

Jared sighed heavily. ‘I hate that I’m getting in trouble over this. Can’t I just see my girl without someone else putting it out there for everyone to see?’

‘That’s kind of part of the agreement, honey.’ Stef yawned. She couldn’t help herself, her mind and body were achingly tired. 

‘Yeah, but I broke the rules by going to see you.’

‘What rules?’

‘Well, we date other people when I’m away working. And I’m not working right now, I will be in a week or two but yeah, I may not get to see you all too soon. I’m sorry.’

‘What does that mean for us?’ Stef swallowed a lump in her throat.

‘Nothing baby, I just have to put my energy into my family right now. The kids missed me and I missed them. They’ll be back at school soon...’

‘So, I’ll be put on the back burner.’

‘Nah not like that. Come on.’ He pleaded.

‘It is like that. It’s what we signed up for. It’s not like you’re leaving your wife for me, you have to work between the two of us.’

Jared was silent on his end of the phone, it made Stef feel uncomfortable, she really didn’t know how to move forward in the conversation. 

‘If that’s what you still want,’ Stef said, her voice lower that before. Her fingers winding into her hair nervously.

‘I always want you. Never think that I don’t.’ 

‘But you want to take a break from us for a while?’

‘I don’t want to, but it looks like we have to.’ 

It wasn’t final, but it felt like a kick in the gut. 

Stef couldn’t agree to it, couldn’t say yes or no or fight with him. 

‘Stef?’ His voice came through, she could hear his longing. 

‘Yeah, it’s fine.’

‘No, it’s not. It’s not what you wanted. You told me you didn’t want this to be for everyone else, it was just for us and I promised you that. I said it was just for us. I fucked it up.’

‘I wouldn’t take it back though.’ Feeling as though she couldn’t punish him for everyone else’s reaction to it. It seemed so simple all of a sudden. 

‘No I don’t regret a single thing. Maybe I just need to be a little more careful.’

‘We need to be more careful. I don’t want to talk about shit I know nothing about but I hope your wife isn’t too upset about this.’

‘Yeah well. I’ll have to work to get back in the good books.’

‘Good luck with that!’ 

Jared hummed on the other side of the phone. ‘You know what will get me through the next few days? A picture of my girl.’

Stef smiled. ‘Of me now? I look horrid after the show.’

Jared chuckled, ‘Impossible. And send one to me tomorrow too. I need my fix.’

‘Are we talking kinky pictures or...’

‘Well, now that you mention it, the idea is in my head.’ 

Stef bit her lip, curiosity taking over. ‘Maybe I’ll take a sexy picture. You’ll have to wait and see.’

‘Oh, baby don’t make me wait.’

‘He complains! After having me several ways yesterday.’

Jared whimpered. ‘I’m touching myself through my pants right now.’

‘Behave,’ she scolded playfully.

‘I can’t! You make me feel desired.’

‘Hey, can you not quote my lyrics to me!’

Jared started laughing then, feeling the funk of the last few hours draining away. ‘You make me feel so much better about this whole situation.’

‘It’s nothing, Jared. You can move past this. And I’m here until we decide otherwise.’

‘You mean if we decide to break up? Which we’re not.’ Jared pressed, ‘we’re not are we?’

‘No.’ Stef said with finality. 

There was a voice in the background, she heard Jared pulling the phone away from his face. 

‘I gotta go.’

‘Ok, good luck.’ Was all she could say before she heard his weak ‘goodbye.’ 

***

‘Brendan! My little douchebag, you miss me?’ Stef was kneeling on the floor of Claire’s hallway. Brendan was rubbing himself against her legs, annoyed that she had left him and happy that she was back. He couldn’t decide to be excited or just ignore her completely.

‘He was good for most of the time, but he destroyed some shit, as usual!’ Claire spoke to the cat, not Stef. 

Sitting on her back porch in the bright autumn evening, hands around a strong mug of green tea, Stef gagged with each sip. She hated the stuff, but it was all Claire had.

‘So you hear from Richard at all?’ Stef didn’t want to the conversation to get on to Jared. They hadn’t spoken in three days and she missed him desperately. 

‘Yes! Oh my god, we went out last week, that guy is sooooo funny!’ Claire exclaimed. 

‘So, have you fucked him yet?’ Stef asked, remembering Claire asked her the same question about Jared.

‘I did, actually.’

‘And?’

Claire was beaming, ‘that guy is amazing in the sack. He’s amazing anyway.’

‘Woah, Claire. This is starting to sound like love.’

Claire rolled her eyes, ‘maybe. Oh my god. Listen to me.’

‘You’re gushing about a man!’ Stef couldn’t disguise how happy she was for Claire. 

‘I’m seeing him next week too, he’s working on Supernatural so I get to see him and go on set.’

Stef’s heart sank a little, thinking of Claire on set meeting everyone again. Meeting Jared.

Claire nudged her, ‘You’re coming too, you know! I’m not walking on set by myself.’

‘Am I going? Jared hasn’t asked me.’

‘Shush, Richard said he would arrange it with Jared so we can go for dinner. All of us. All the cast, so it won’t look too suspicious for you guys.’

‘That’s nice of him. So he knows about me and Jared?’

‘Yes. And he’s totally cool with it. He said it’s also cool if you want to join us for a threesome.’

‘Oh tell him yes, right now. Tell him I’m ready and waiting.’ 

Claire clapped gleefully, ‘Oh he will be so happy. He’s always wanted to have a brunette and a redhead at the same time.’

‘You know, if I weren’t seeing Jared, I might even consider it.’ Stef imagined herself rolling around in the sheets with Richard, she bet that guy could fuck. 

‘You’re not exclusive are you? It’s more of an open thing, right?’

Stef considered it for a moment, ‘I guess it is. But, I don’t think Jared would be too happy with the thoughts of me and Richard. And you!’

Claire shrugged, ‘As if he’s not sleeping with is wife too.’

‘Please stop, I don’t want to think about it!’ Stef put her head into her hands.

‘Sorry, but he does. That man has a good thing going. Two women on the go.’

‘Am I foolish, Claire? Tell me truthfully.’

Claire reached over and placed her hand in Stef’s. ‘We have been friends for so long, I would tell you if I thought you were being an idiot, in an instant you know I would.’ 

Stef nodded, agreeing.

‘To anyone on the outside looking in, yeah you could be a little foolish. But this is what you want and it’s what he wants. It suits you both. You’re enjoying it now.’

Claire kissed Stef’s hand. ‘So stop thinking too much on it. Just enjoy the love and attention of a good man with a good heart.’

‘You’re right.’

‘Of course I’m right.’

They fell into silence, thinking of the men currently occupying their mental space. 

‘He has a huge dick doesn’t he?’ Claire mused.

‘Totally. And Rich?’

Claire sighed happily, ‘it’s as big as his personality. God, that man is made for me.’

‘Oh I told Jared I would send him a selfie.’ Stef pulled her phone from her pocket.

‘No, let me take it. Pose sexy,’ Claire grabbed the phone and typed in the pin code. 

Stef leaned back against the rail on the porch, her hand in her hair. licking her lips. her gaze cast down.

‘Pull your tits out a bit, perfect.’ Claire showed Stef the photo before whipping it away and texting it to Jared.

‘Bitch, I can send my own messages!’

‘Yeah but you’ll put something boring. Let me.’

Stef laughed, covering her face with embarrassment seeing the picture that was sent to Jared with the tag line. ‘This pussy is so wet thinking of you.’

Brendan was in the lower half of the picture drinking water from a flower pot. 

CHAPTER 15

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Toward Tomorrow: Part Two

Natsu and Lucy Have been growing increasingly closer and it all comes to head when they decide to take a trip to a hot spring. Will their tensions explode or will a fight for dominance ensue?

Warning: NSFW content for this chapter, read at your own risk

Part two to my nalu fanfic 

Find part one here

“What do you think you are doing?”

The growl vibrated deep within Natsu’s chest, attesting to his growing impatience, both above and below the belt. What was she playing at, grinding against him like that, in such a small towel for that matter? Was she doing it on purpose? If so, this was a dangerous game she was playing at.

Turning his head to get a better look at her he got a whiff of her scent, strawberries mixed with vanilla with a touch of honey, he always preferred her natural scent as opposed to the overpowering perfumes and scented lotions she sometimes wore. This scent suited her and to be quite honest Natsu found it addictive, if not downright delicious.

Keeping a firm gaze on the deep chocolate brown eyes was a struggle, the temptation for his eyes to wander was undeniable. The way the thin towels clung to her like a second skin, leaving not much to the imagination and the way the steam made her normally already pink cheeks flush into a deep rose made the situation all the sweeter. Water rivets coursed down the sides of her breasts and pooled in her ample cleavage, a slow silver waterfall coursed down her long legs, egging him on to find out where the other streams of water on her person went.

Tightening his grip on her waist, Natsu became strikingly aware of where he had casually placed his hand earlier, unaware of the intimacy of the action. His fingers lightly traced over the smooth satiny skin of her ribs, feeling the pillowy weight of her bosom pool over his forearm. He forced her to turn towards him in order for him to get an answer. Where is this going?

Gasping slightly at the sudden movement, Lucy couldn't help but stutter at the sudden movement and confrontation. “W-what do you mean, I’m just sitting here, you took up the whole seat if you haven’t noticed!”

“Right Happy, Happy?” Having a noticed a growing tension between the two, the exceed made a quick exit in favor of trying to share a fish with Carla in the dining room, giggling at cozy twosome in the meanwhile. He’ll have to get the details from Natsu later, who said blackmail couldn’t work on the blackmailer.

“Traitor” Lucy couldn't help but grumble under her breath.

“Answer me, Lucy. What game are you playing at, cause I guarantee you ain’t gonna win.” A harsh whisper interrupted her train of thought as a hot breath washed over the side of her neck, enveloping her ear causing goosebumps to arise across her skin. Warm lips brushed her earlobe, rough yet still surprisingly soft, Lucy couldn't help but wonder how they would feel other places. Mavis help me, Lucy thought.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Lucy giggled nervously. “I’m just getting comfy, don’t you like getting comfy when you are in a Sauna?”

“Yeah, but… my idea of comfy isn’t exactly grinding on someone’s dick in public. Now if we were in private that would be a different story, but I doubt Sting wants to see me fired up as you do. Let’s just say my ‘little dragon’ ain’t so little.” Natsu drawled, leaning even closer and nipped her ear,  a smirk pulling on his lips at Lucys now crimson face.

“Natsu” Squealed Lucy as she tried to squirm away in her embarrassment, only for him to pull her even closer, both arms wrapped around her now as he began tickling her while cackling madly. We’ll continue this later they both thought.

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“Are you sure you should be drinking Lucy? You act a bit… weird when you’re drunk.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine. It’s only a little sake.” Lucy replied, a slight slur tinging her voice and a  gleam brightened her eyes. Plus I’m gonna need a little liquid courage to get through the night Lucy silently added as she poured another shot from an unlabeled bottle.

They had gone back to their suite after finishing up in the sauna in order to change clothes. Now they were playing a game of Russian Roulette Uno. The loser of each round has to take a shot of either water or sake (Mixed randomly of course), Natsu had been slightly reluctant based on the prior experiences of dealing with drunk Lucy but eventually relented.

The rounds went fast and unfortunately, Lucy was on a losing streak and was quickly losing track of the progress of the game as she took yet another shot, grimacing at the taste. “‘S not like Erza is here or anything. It's just you and little ol’ me, what are you afraid of?”

It’s not you that I’m afraid of, Natsu thought as he placed down a draw four. “Draw 4 and green. Are you ready to beg for mercy yet, cause you’re looking a little hazy there sweetheart.”\

“I’ll beg when I wanna beg, Sweetheart.” The golden-haired vixen snapped not without conviction as she studied her cards fuzzily.

“Guess I’ll have to try harder then. Good to know.” Natsu quipped, smugly holding up his last card, “Uno.”

“Damn you, why do you keep winning??” Lucy hissed as she knocked back another shot of what was thankfully water this time.

“Pure skill.”

“This is bullshit luck and you know it”

“Maybe, or maybe we’ll just have to up the ante a bit,” Natsu said, leaning his elbows on his knees and resting his chin on knuckles. “What do you say to this, the loser of the next round has to be the slave to the other for the next two days.”

Lucy stared at the man across from her, pondering the silent dare that spanned across the divide between them through the fog of alcohol clouding her brain slightly. Cross it, I dare you.

“Alright, I’ll bite.” She said finally, shuffling the deck carefully, making sure there was no chance that the cards would stack up in his favor. Cheating bastard, she was sure of it.

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“I WIN!” Lucy shouted jubilantly, throwing her cards up in the air in celebration almost knocking over the now nearly empty bottle of sake in the process. “Bow down slave”

“Whatever you say, Princess”

“It’s Lucy!”

“Sure sweetheart” Natsu hummed, smirking at her blush.

“If you don’t stop with the pet names I’ll have to punish you,” She said huffily. “And it’s not gonna be nice.”

“Sure it is, you don’t have the guts anyway,” Natsu cackled  “You’ll probably won’t remember any of this in the morning so why don’t you just be a good girl and go to bed and sleep off you-”

“LUCY!?” Within the blink of an eye, the blond had managed to move across the room and was now firmly straddling him to the chair. The periwinkle yukata she had been wearing now messily splayed across her shoulders, displaying her collarbone and barely covering her breasts. With both legs on either side of him pinning him to the chair, Natsu couldn’t move.

“You know, you’re always so mean to tease me so much. It makes me sad. Especially earlier” Lucy hummed, running her index finger down the front of his robe, opening it up as she began to gently trace his abs and chest in fascination.

“W-Whatta ya mean?” It Natsu’s turn to blush now as her fingers began to slip lower and lower into his robe, running her fingers along his beltline now, tugging at it impatiently.

“You know what I mean, you said that if I wanted to play games with you I would be guaranteed to lose. Look who’s the loser now, huh?” Pushing her hands up his chest to firmly grasp his jaw in her hand, forcing him to look at her.

“I think you've had enough to drink now” Natsu chuckled weakly, grabbing her hand only for her to pin his hands to his sides via her thigh as she reached up to slowly untie her pigtails ribbons.

“I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough”

Grabbing his hands again she tied them to the back of the chair, double looping and tying it to make sure he could easily untie it. Lucy pushed him further back into the seat as she edged herself more comfortably upwards onto his lap, pressing the heat of her core against his now awakening member, feeling pleasure rush through her at the simple motion as her clit rubbed against the clothing between them roughly.

“What are you doing” Natsu was beginning to panic now, this was not how originally planned on spending his evening. He just wanted for her to get drunk, then go to bed. Not to be tied to chair and be dominated like a slave. Not that he was complaining about her being on his lap as magma began to pool in his stomach and harden his dick at the feeling of her grinding against him. God, it felt good.

“What do you think I’m doing, Slave? I know you like it, I know you stare at me when I’m wearing those clothes you like so much. Like the sweater, you like the way my nipples poke ever so slightly through the fabric, the way they ache knowing you want me is driving insane. They are so sore, don’t you want to help, Natsu?”

By now she had completely removed the top of her robes and was now massaging her breasts, tweaking her nipples desperately as her eyes began to flutter in pleasure.

Heavy breathing met her ears as the man below began to fight his restraints, his eyes burning with lust at the site of the goddess before him playing with herself.  

”Yessss”

”Don't you want to feel me Natsu, to touch me in ways no one else has before. Don't you want to make me come, I'm so close already” Her hand dipped between their legs, rubbing along her slick slit through her pink panties, tugging them aside to expose her pink pearl at the top of her pubis.

”Let me touch you, I can make you feel good. I can make you come, I can make you see heaven and have the angels hear your screams. I can make you see God!” Natsu panted as he watched her rub herself vigorously, eyes closed as she seemed to lose herself in his words, “I can’t take that soreness away but I can makeup ache in other ways if you want, you want that? I can give it to you if you would just untie me”

“No.”

“No?”

“No, I’m liking our little game. I like having you like this, sweetheart.” The last word came as a whisper as she slowly leaned closer to his ear on each breath, gently biting his earlobe on the last word in punishment of his defiance.

Placing teasing kisses along his sharp jawline and an open-mouthed suck on his pulse point, leaving a red mark. Licking along his neck teasingly, tasting the salt of his desire on her tongue and drinking in his lust Lucy began to map out a path his lips, nibbling at the sides. Giggling when he attempted to follow her mouth with his own before finally pressing her lips firmly to his for the first time.

Her lips were so soft, it was like kissing the softest clouds as Natsu leaned into the kiss, licking the seam of her lips. Her lips immediately opened allowing him to slip his tongue inside to twine with hers, fighting for dominance as the kiss grew even more heated.

Heavy breathing and wet lips were the only things that were heard for what felt like an eternity as the two had a heated battle of passion. Lucy’s hands gripping Natsu’s hair in fist fulls while he nipped and bit her lips and neck in desperation, his hands clenching and unclenching behind him.

Their robes lay strewn across the room in forgotten corners to be found later, thrown off in the fit of passion. Both completely naked now as they took each other’s appearances in, their heated gazes setting each other on fire.

Natsu’s penis was larger than average, not that Lucy had much to compare it to. She had seen him naked before in the past but not like this, not fired up in this way. It almost seemed to pulse and weep with need, the vein straddling one side of it drew her gaze. She wondered what it felt like.

She was not the only one making these observations as Natsu traced her confident figure while still strapped to the chair. She was the embodiment of Lust itself, rosy nipples stood on end, wonderfully full hips flared out from her small waist ending in curvy soft legs. And at the center of it all was core.

Neatly trimmed with a landing strip, Natsu’s mouth watered at the scent of her arousal. Lost in thought he didn't immediately notice when she lifted her leg over his shoulder and grabbed a fistful of his hair, lining his face up with her core.

”Well go on, I know you want to sweetheart” Lucy sang as she wiggled her hips tauntingly.

Lucy barely held back a moan as she felt more than saw his tongue slowly press and run up her pink slit to wrap around her little button, only to repeat it again more firmly when she moaned at the feeling. Switching between lightly tapping her clit and dipping into her hole Natsu sent Lucy into ecstasy quickly. Breathy sighs turned into barely suppressed moans as he quickened his pace, feeling the tightening and quickening of her opening on his before finally she came with a drawn-out strangled moan with a vice-like grip on his head finally releasing.

Licking his lips, still tasting her there, as he stared at her overworked face. ”Aren’t we gonna finish something?”

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To be continued

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