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perlelune · 10 months

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Tag, You’re It | Ethan Landry | vi.

Happy, carefree college days meet their abrupt end when every guy who approaches you mysteriously turns up dead.

Warnings: NON-CON, Stalking, Bimbo!Reader, Clueless Reader, Loss of Virginity, Incel Ethan, Cheerleader Reader, Skin Carving (w/knife), Canon Typical Slashing, Voyeurism, Kidnapping, Forced Masturbation, Filming, Blackmail

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

"You know you shouldn’t lead him on like that," Mindy muses from your bed, her eyes not lifting from the Stephen King novel she’s engrossed in.

You place your phone above the vanity drawer after hanging up. You just decided on another study meetup with Ethan.

It’s been a few weeks since he began tutoring you. There’s been a sharp improvement in your grades and you’re starting to believe that maybe you’ll be able to graduate just like the rest of your friends.

Before, all those things felt as unreachable as the stars in the sky. But Ethan, with his kindness and unlimited supply of patience, made it a reality.

Sure, you won’t be a top student anytime soon, but at least now there’s hope of you not failing the course and falling behind.

"What? I’m not leading him on. Ethan and I are just friends," you defend, puckering your lips as you apply the finishing touches to your makeup before the big game. Your gaze keeps bouncing to the clock. The playoffs begin in a little less than an hour.

Tensions are high tonight. This is no regular game as whichever team wins will go on to compete in the national championship.

It’s one of the reasons Chad and most of the guys on the team have been in a weird mood all week.

Besides, honor’s at stake when a team plays on their own turf.

The pressure’s been off the charts for the cheer squad too, Alana having run the team into the ground to perform well today and not miss a single step.

Despite how exhausted you are, you’re almost thankful for that. Focusing on cheerleading has helped you file away that god awful night.

The humiliation you experienced still burns a hole inside you whenever you remember it.

While you can’t quite shake the lingering sensation of being watched, you can at least try to reclaim a semblance of normalcy.

Hopefully Ghostface had his fill of tormenting you and won’t do anything like that ever again.

Mindy arches her brow and scoffs, "It’s pretty obvious he’s got some desperate puppy crush on you." Under her breath, she mumbles, "...And I’m still not entirely convinced he’s not Ghostface."

You pause, the tip of your lipstick almost snapping as you press it tight against your mouth. You unleash a heavy sigh and whirl to her, brows drawing together.

"Mindy, please. Not that again," you plead.

It's not the first time your best friend has shared her doubts regarding Ethan and you wager it won't be the last.

Every time she catches you texting him or hanging out, disapproval paints her features. She also squints and gestures at him that she’s watching him whenever she crosses paths with him.

It saddens you that she can’t get along with him and won’t relent regarding her suspicions.

Ethan’s helped you so much. It’s unfair that your best friend keeps claiming he’s a murderer without any evidence to back it up.

And outside of tutoring, he’s been a great friend to you, always here to wipe your tears and listen to you talk about anything, however trivial. Every time you ramble on about cartoons, your collection of stuffed animals and how you’d love to get more, clothes or anything really…Ethan wears that same fond smile on his face.

Outside of Chad, you never had a guy best friend. Unfortunately since getting into college, you haven’t seen much of him since he’s so well liked and has developed such a large circle of friends.

So Ethan’s a breath of fresh air.

You relish the ability to talk without fear of judgment or being belittled for the things you pluck joy from or how forgetful and absentminded you can be sometimes.

Ethan has not made fun of you once for misremembering a word or your tendency to get lost around campus. Instead, he escorted you to class and promised to be with you more often so it doesn’t happen. He also agreed with you that it’s not your fault because every building looks the same, which everyone in your friend group laughed at you for mentioning before.

Mindy leaps from the bed, exclaiming, "Come on, Ethan? Shy, dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky." She lets out a humorless laugh. "Maybe he went all 'if I can’t have you, no one can' and decided to get rid of the competition…permanently."

Your eyes roll as she concludes her theory with a repeated stabbing motion towards her throat.

"You’re ridiculous." You get back to gauging your reflection. As you adjust the pink bow in your hair, you add, "Ethan’s cool. And I can actually understand some of the stuff Professor Atkins says in class now thanks to him."

In the mirror, you watch a sullen Mindy fold her arms behind you.

"I still don’t trust him." She flicks her hands skyward and exhales in defeat. "But I can’t tell you who to hang out with."

You step away from the vanity to make your way to your pouting best friend. She accepts your hug, a deep scowl still etched on her face.

"Let’s just drop it, okay?" you offer. "I hate arguing with you."

Mindy sighs against your shoulder.

"I’m just trying to keep you safe."

Leaning back, you squeeze her shoulders and smile.

"I know, and I love you for it…but you gotta ease off him, Min." She groans at that, tossing herself back onto your bed with her arms spread. As she glowers at the ceiling, you maintain, "Ethan’s been an amazing friend to me."

More curses are grumbled under her breath. Shoulders slumping, you elect to give it a rest and stop trying to convince her.

You know how stubborn Mindy can be. There will be no changing her mind tonight, or anytime soon.

Casting the upsetting topic aside, you hop to the center of the room and spin in your cheerleader outfit.

"How do I look?"

"Like a fembot specifically designed to appeal to the male gaze," Mindy deadpans.

You angle your head sideways. "Is that a good thing or bad thing?"

She chuckles and smiles at you before elaborating, "You look smoking hot, babe." The befuddled frown on your face vanishes, an elated grin supplanting it. Mindy returns to her reading and gives you a thumbs-up. "Break a leg."

Grimacing, you grab your pom-poms from underneath your bed and head for the door.

"Hopefully not or Alana will kill me."

You’re on your way to meet up with your squad when you stumble upon Ethan in the hallway. As usual, he’s dressed simply in a blue button-up and dark slacks, damp locks of his curly mane kissing his forehead.

He greets you in that bashful way he does while you beam at him, shaking your pom-poms.

You jog in his direction with a bounce in each step.

"Ethan, hey!"

His gaze widens as it roams over you, pink dusting his cheeks.

"Wow, you look…"

Placing a hand on your hip while the other lifts your pom-pom above your head, you adopt a cheerful pose.

"Cute?" you suggest.

Ethan’s throat ripples as he gapes at you.

For a while, he only does that, stare at you open-mouthed.

His face then turns an even brighter shade than before as he dips his head down momentarily.

"Y-Yeah. Something like that," he stammers.

His reaction drags an amused chortle out of you. You surmise it’s the first time you’ve addressed him in your full cheerleader getup and he must be somewhat taken aback.

"I didn’t know you liked sports," you observe.

He shrugs.

"Not particularly but everyone is going and Chad’s my roommate." He points at the camera hanging from his neck. "I also kind of got roped into taking pictures for the school paper."

Some of the other cheerleaders wave at you as they’re running out to the field. The impatient clamor of the crowd already swells from the bleachers, loud enough to be heard even from the corridor.

One of the girls from the squad, Lisa, stops as she catches sight of you and Ethan. A quiet conversation flows between the two of you, an inquiry swaying in her hopeful blue orbs.

You give her an imperceptible nod and she smiles at you, quickly averting her gaze and striding away when Ethan glances from her to you with a look of utter confusion on his face.

"What the hell was that about?" he asks, thick brows drawing together.

"About that…It’s good that I ran into you because there's something I meant to tell you, hm, more like ask you."

He inches closer, his eyes on you wide and alert.

"Ask me what?"

A sliver of hesitation zips through you but you remember the promise you made just a few hours ago at cheer practice.

You can’t back down.

You swallow a lungful of nerve and reveal, "So…one of the girls in my squad sort of has a massive crush on you."

"Oh," he exhales, his shoulders sagging. His smile fades, understanding seeming to dawn on him. "You mean that girl I just saw?"

You nod and explain, "Her name’s Lisa." He considers you blankly. You wave your hands in front of yourself. Words rush out of your mouth in an apprehensive string. "I know. I know. Trying to set up your friends is so cringe but she noticed you since the beginning of the year. The thing is she’s shy and doesn't know how to approach you. I promised her to ask you if you’d be interested in hanging out sometime." You twiddle your thumbs and mumble, "She’s super pretty and so nice, and she’s even into that same board game you told me about the other day…" You trail off, forehead creasing as you try to remember the name.

Ethan tonelessly corrects you when you misspell the name of the game.

You perk up and giggle, "Right. She just told me. I don't know how I forgot."

Ethan studies you long enough that it becomes unnerving and you start fidgeting under his sizzling focus.

You grow nervous, wondering what he’s thinking. Usually, you wouldn’t meddle with anyone’s love life. But Ethan’s done so much for you. If possible, you want to do something for him too.

You just don’t know what you could do to thank him.

Setting him up with someone from your squad seemed like a good idea, especially since you’re pretty sure Ethan’s single. You haven’t seen him hang around any other girl besides you.

A heavy sigh drops from Ethan’s chest as his lips lift into a small half-smile.

"The thing is, I already like someone," he confesses, patting his camera.

Your eyes bulge as a wave of embarrassment washes over you.

"You do? I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize." You blink up at him in curiosity. "Who is she? Does she know?"

He chuckles. "She doesn’t know anything."

You approach him and squeeze his arm encouragingly.

"Well you’re awesome so if she can’t see what’s right in front of her, you’re allowed to move on."

Ethan lets out another wry laugh.

"If only it were that simple."

Your brows knit. "What do you mean?"

He runs his hand through his thick curls and exhales a long, weary breath.

"She’s all I can think about. Literally." He pauses, his gaze corralling yours. "Every hour of every day, I think about her."

"Wow, that’s intense." You rub his forearm and send a sympathetic smile. "Sounds like it’s more than just a crush. Sounds like you’re in love with her."

"Yeah, I guess I am. Silly me, huh?"

"Don’t say that. I’m sure things will work out in the end. You deserve to be happy, Ethan."

His attention on you sharpens before a slow smile unfurls on his lips.

"You know what? I think I do."

"Of course you do."

Your answer makes him smile wider.

The moment is shattered when one of the players wedges himself between you and Ethan and steals an ephemeral, chaste kiss from you.

The buff brunette quarterback flashes you a pearly grin.

"A kiss for good luck?" he says, winking at you.

"Uh, sure," you reply shyly, butterflies swarming your belly.

He smiles at you one last time before jogging towards the stadium.

"Who’s this guy?"

You blink, Ethan’s deep, blunt voice startling you.

Pivoting back to him, you explain, "Oh. Tyler and I met at the boba shop the other day. It’s too early for anything serious but he’s cute and has been super nice to me."

It’s been pleasant to bask in some sense of normalcy again after what happened last month. You craved it. Tyler’s easygoing, fun to be around and he’s never pressured you to do anything once.

Ethan’s jaw clenches as he scoffs, "Do you just go for every guy who buys you candy or gives you some half-assed compliment?"

Your mouth hangs open in shock. "Ethan? What do you mean?"

He scrutinizes you for a few seconds before sighing and moving to walk away.

"Nothing. Don’t worry about it."

The hand you wrap around his wrist stops him, Ethan halting in his tracks. You tug him back with a contrite pout, your concerned gaze rising to meet his.

"I am going to worry about it. Ethan… Did I say something upsetting? I feel like maybe I did. I'm sorry about Lisa. I thought she'd be your type. She's everyone's type."

"Well, she isn't mine," he replies icily.

Budding tears tickle the back of your eyes but you repress them. It’s not the time to weep. The game’s about to start.

So you swallow them with ease, deciding you’ll give Ethan a proper apology later on.

Instead you give a sunny smile and ask, "Are you coming to hang out with everyone after the game? We all decided to meet up for chili fries and beers whatever the outcome is."

Ethan’s eyes fall on your hand wrapped around his wrist. He shifts your grip so your small hand rests in his larger one. He studies your twined hands, rubbing his thumb against the back of yours.

When he looks at you again, a glint dances in his chestnut orbs.

"Thanks but I’m gonna be busy actually." He flashes you a broad grin. "I just remembered I have some trash I need to take out."

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bruisedboys · 1 year

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fairly new to your blog but I absolutely adore your work!! here's my james thought of the hour:

james potter snuggles you on the sofa and smothers you in kisses whenever you have a bad day - it gets to the point where he's all you can smell, see, and hear.

by the end of the movie (which ofc neither of you paid attention to), he's got you laying on his chest, big palms rubbing the length of your back while you stick your face into the crook of his neck and mumble away your grievances.

i love him sm please 😭

-shivs

thank you so much!! this ended up a bit different to what you asked for but I hope it’s still ok 🤍

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The last thing James expects when he gets home is to find you crying on the sofa. Unfortunately, it’s exactly what he finds.

His bag drops to the floor, all but forgotten. “Sweetheart? Are you crying?”

It’s a stupid question, really. It’s obvious you’re crying. You’ve got your face half in your hands, fingers splayed over your red cheeks as tears drip over your hands. James asks because he can’t quite believe it, can’t quite fathom that you’ve been crying at home without his comfort for who knows how long.

You stare at your knees as you lower them, hands scrubbing cruelly at your cheeks. You push your legs over the couch and squint at the floor.

“No,” you lie thickly.

James frowns. “Honey,” he says, one part exasperated and two parts sickly sweet. “What’s the matter?”

He doesn’t expect an answer and doesn’t get one. He crosses the room and stops right in front of you, his shins pressing into your knees. You look up at him, half-guilty, half-upset, and whole adorable. How you’re so pretty even when you’re crying is beyond him. He takes your gorgeously sad face in his big hands.

“Why’re you crying, hm?” He drags his thumbs across the skin under your eyes gently. “Tell me.”

It’s not a demand more than it is a plea. James watches your face crumple as you try not to give in. It only works for about six seconds.

“Had a bad day,” you admit, lips puckered from speaking around his hands.

James melts.

“Baby,” he croons. Your face goes warm under his hands from the pet name. He graciously ignores this, dropping your face and taking the smallest step backward. “Lay down, will you? I want to cuddle.”

You do as he says, lying back against the arm of the sofa, one leg dangling over the edge. James invites himself in, knowing you’re too shy to ask yourself. He plants his knee between your spread legs and then carefully presses his chest to yours, heavy enough to be a good cuddle but not too heavy to cut off your airways. His face slots into the juncture between your neck and shoulder. He can smell your perfume.

Slowly, he kisses you all along your skin, messy ones pressed to your neck, your jaw, your cheek. When he’s done there he tugs at the neckline of your shirt, pulling the material aside so he can kiss your collarbone, your shoulder. You go squirmy underneath him, hands clutching his waist.

“Jamie.”

You sigh his name in a way that has James feeling tingly all over. Your arms snake around his waist and the tingling only intensifies.

James pushes his face into your neck, his lips dragging over your hot skin. “Shh, don’t talk,” he says, all fake-annoyed. “You’re ruining the moment.”

You giggle wetly and James basks in the sound.

“Sorry,” you whisper into his hairline, sounding the opposite. Your hands slide over his back, and then, god save him, beneath the hem of his shirt, your soft palms spreading over the bare skin of his lower back.

James’s breath catches and he’s sure you hear it, sure you know what you’re doing to him. He lifts his head just a little, so he can look at your face. Still tear-smudged, but a whole lot happier than two minutes ago. He’s got your obvious weakness for being kissed to thank for that.

“Baby,” he says, half stern and half soft. Your hands are only rising, fingers pressing into his bare skin. “What’re you doing?”

You tilt your head to the side like a puppy, acting clueless but he can tell by your shit-eating grin you know exactly what he’s talking about.

“What d’you mean?” You ask innocently. One of your hands slides down his back and then your fingertips are pushing beneath the waistband of his pants. James almost dies on the spot.

Instead he whines like a toddler and drops his burning face to your chest, his skin warm and tingly all over. He’s suffering immensely, but at least you’re not crying anymore. It’s all worth it.

“I’m just messing with you, baby,” you say, and he can hear your smile in your pretty voice. You pull your hands out from underneath his clothes and bury them in his hair instead. “Thanks for the cuddle.”

James squeezes you so tight it’s borderline bone-crushing. He’ll cuddle you all night if he has to. Even if you start getting handsy with him again. Especially if you start getting handsy with him again.

“S’what I’m here for, babe.”

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wonwoosthetic · 2 years

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This picture got me thinking…

HEAR ME OUT:

After Wedding sex. After. Wedding. Sex.

Warnings: smut, biting (no blood!), corruption kink if you squint, ‘babe’ as a nickname (is that a warning?)

The ceremony and reception took way too long for Changkyun. His eyes had been on you the entire night, thinking about all the things he was going to do to you afterwards.

You had changed from your ceremony ball gown into a white silk dress that was loosely hanging on your body. With Kyun’s hands on you the entire time, your mind was going places as well, cheekily smiling at the surprise for him, hiding underneath the white piece of clothing.

The party had finally come to an end, everyone had already gone home or found their designated hotel room for the night, so it was time that you and your newly wedded husband did the same. In the elevator on your way up, the conversation you had started back in the hall continued, as you laughed at the fond memory of his best friends preparing a special dance for the two of you. With the alcohol in your body, the story seemed much funnier to you than it actually was.

Giggling and tumbling, you made it to the room and waited for Changkyun to get the key card out and unlock the door. He pushed the handle down and opened it, motioning for you to take the first step in, which made you blush for some reason and him shake his head when you shyly covered your mouth with your hand.

As soon as you entered the room, you took a deep breath, sighing in happiness, "You know, I really do love all those people, but I'm happy to-" you didn't get to finish your thought as you felt two familiar hands on your hips that turned you around swiftly, making you bump into a hard chest. Without even being able to react, Kyun's lips quickly met yours, pushing you up against him in desperation - as if he hadn't already kissed you enough tonight. A smile spread on your lips at the action, and your hands snaked around his neck, bringing him in closer.

Only a short moment later, he pushed his head back, making your lips lose contact. He smiled down at you, seeing your big, slightly glassy, eyes gazing at him. You couldn't help but to copy his facial expression, still in disbelief to call the man in front of you your 'husband' from now on.

"I would love to talk about tonight," he whispered as if others were in the room, "but there are other things that I would love to do even more." You smiled cheekily, noticing he had leaned back in,

"And what would those things be?" You teased, making him chuckle,

"Somebody once told me that doing is better than talking."

You puckered your lips, "What a wise person."

He nodded with a smile, his hands running up and down your sides, only to go up to your face, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, "My wife is a very wise person indeed."

The smile on your lips got wider, and you started playing with the hair on his neck, pushing yourself closer to his chest if that was even possible at this point, "What a lucky lady," you fake gasped.

Changkyun answered quickly, "I'm the lucky one here," and crouched down slightly to put his hands on your ass as he picked you up, making you screech, wrap your legs around his waist, and your arms tighten around his neck, "KYUN!" Instead of answering, he was quick to carry you to the bed, where he threw you onto as if you weighed nothing to him. With a wicked smile, he hovered above you, his lips immediately finding their way to your neck. You wanted to giggle at his antics but the contact of his wet kisses on your skin made you moan, and your fingers got lost in his hair once again. The strands of dark black that he had grown longer, knowing how much you liked it at this length, felt soft and still smelt of his shampoo.

His hand travelled up your leg that you had raised and prepped up on the bed. One tuck at his hair, and you got him to moan into your ear, "Fuck," he breathed out, "I'd love to worship every single inch of your body, babe, but fuck... you're making this really hard."

You pushed his head back, and held his face, "We do have all night, you know?"

Changkyun chuckled, "You'll be too tired to do this all night, trust me. That's my job as a husband, right?"

"Your only job right now is to fuck me so hard that you'll have to carry me to breakfast tomorrow morning," you told him, knowing how rilled up he gets whenever you talked like that.

He leaned down to give your lips a quick peck before whispering against your lips, "And that I'll do gladly." His fingers had found the rim of your dress and brushed it up your legs until you had to lift your hips to get it off your lower body. With his hand pressed up against your back, he pushed you to sit up, taking it off your body swiftly. Just when he was about to go back to kissing your neck, he held in when his eyes fell on your form. And there was the surprise you had for him. A lace set in all white specially made for a wedding night - even the garter wasn't missing. You had decided against the tradition during the reception, but put the little string of lace on anyways, knowing Kyun would like it. It's the little things.

Your husband ran a hand through his hair as he stood back, eyes fixed on you laying on the bed, "I thought you didn't like that thing," he commented, his fingers grazing your leg, sliding underneath the garter.

"I wouldn't want you to take it off in front of our families, but why not when it's only us two?" He chuckled to himself and leaned back to take off his suit jacket, throwing it to the floor, where your dress was already residing. His tie came off quickly and so did the buttons of his shirt around his wrists. He pushed each sleeve up, leaving you to bite your lip as you took in the man that was standing in front of you.

"Well then," he whispered, before getting down on his knees, his fingers starting on your feet, that were still in the heels that had been killing you throughout the entire night and yet you refused to take them off. Until now. He freed your feet and his mouth got to work at your ankles, starting the line of kisses from there, going up your leg, painfully slow. You decided to lay down completely flat on your back, enjoying the feeling of his lips against your bare skin. He grasped onto your legs tightly with his hands, making sure you wouldn't squirm away once he reached the inside of your thighs. You jumped slightly when he surprised you with a kiss, suddenly dangerously close to your underwear, only making him yank you closer to him, and you giggle.

Before he got to work on the thin piece of cloth, his tongue started drawing on your skin around it, his teeth sinking into your flesh, biting only gently but enough to get a moan out of you.

"All of this just for me..." he spoke more to himself, but you couldn't help but to let your smart mouth win over.

"No really, I thought Jooheon might like thi-" he interrupted you with a harsher slightly stronger bite into your inner thigh, making you screech.

"Careful, babe," he warned you, "Just because you're my wife now, doesn't mean I'll go easier on you."

"Not even if I look all pure and innocent in white," you teased him with a smirk.

Kyun pushed himself up, slightly hovering above you again, "Especially not like this," without any warning, he pushed your underwear to the side and let his fingers glide through your slit, making you gasp and lift your hips off the mattress. "You know how much I love that," he whispered onto your lips, being close enough to kiss you, but doesn't. Instead, he goes back down on his knees, this time, his mouth finding the garter immediately, not waiting any longer, bit onto it and started gliding it down your legs, making your shiver.

With the piece of lace between his teeth, he stood back up, his fingers already working on the button of his pants, eager to get them off as soon as possible. His dick had been begging to be freed ever since he saw you just laying on the bed, your body beautifully covered in the white lingerie set. With him now only in his boxers, his white button-up shirt also found its way to the floor. Changkyun wrapped the garter around his wrist twice, making sure it wouldn't fall off. You were slowly starting to get impatient and decided to get your fingers underneath the fabric of your underwear, ready to pull it down when his grip on your wrists stopped you.

"You're keeping them on," he almost demanded, to which you bit your lip a little harder, trying to hide the smirk that was daring to spread. You could feel yourself getting clearly more excited, and he for sure noticed it too, knowing your body almost as well as his own.

His right hand brushed over your leg, up to your hip, holding in at your waist, "You got all dolled up, I don't want to ruin that for you," he quietly said to you, leaning down to place a kiss after another on your chest while his other free hand was on your inner thigh again, trailing up slowly.

"Kyun," you breathed out, getting more and more impatient with every touch of him, "Please."

He smirked into your neck, "Please, what?" With his right hand on your hip, the fingers of his left touched your core again, making you shudder and hiss through your teeth. You knew that he didn't need an answer, he knew exactly what you wanted, and he was more than ready to give you just that.

You felt his thumb circling around your clit, as his middle finger started playing with your hole, waiting just a little bit before gliding in completely. Slowly, he pushed his finger in, letting it slide out again, making you moan. It didn't take long for him to add his ring finger, which was now decorated with the silver band you had put on him earlier that day during the ceremony. The metal was cold, and just the thought of it being the jewellery that showed everyone he was taken (by you) made it that much more arousing.

His mouth was working on your neck, desperately wanting to mark you all the way up, but also knowing that you still had to show up to breakfast tomorrow morning, where almost the entire guest list from today would be waiting for you two. On one hand, the thought of them knowing what he did to you, made him hornier than ever, on the other hand, he respected your parents... the decision was tough. But then he remembered all the time he would have with you after tonight. More than enough time.

With his fingers gracefully moving in and out of you, while his thumb kept on stimulating your clit, and his lips on your neck and chest, you grasped tightly onto his hair, pulling it with every bit that you could feel yourself getting closer. Changkyun directed his kisses towards your face, kissing your cheeks, before finally reaching your lips. You moved in sync, devouring each other as you moaned into his mouth, making his erection grow even harder.

Only unregular breathing and wet sounds filled the room when you knew you wouldn't be holding on much longer. His hand moved just right, his fingers grazing along your walls, curving inside of you, hitting that spot just right, making you jolt, and him smirk in accomplishment.

"You can let go, babe," he whispered, "I can feel how close you are." Rilling you up just a tad more, hearing those words from him.

"Kyun," you whined, feeling your stomach tightening and him not speeding up, but keeping the same pace, only curling his fingers slightly more. Your fingers dug into his neck, making him groan when you released yourself onto his hand with a loud moan echoing through the room.

"There you go, that's right," he praised you, kissing your cheek and down your neck again, smiling to himself.

After a few more pecks across your chest, he got rid of his boxers and didn't waste much more time lining himself up with you. With you still panting, coming down from your high, he teased your hole, wetting his erection before sliding in, making you arch your back and find the sheets underneath you to hold on tight. Changkyun groaned at the feeling of you engulfing his length as he hadn't had you like this underneath (or on top of) him within the last few days, thanks to your friends who thought it would be a good idea to keep you guys apart before your wedding.

"Ah, fuck," he cursed underneath his breath, his hands placed on the back of your thighs, pushing them back, bringing your knees to your chest - he wanted to get as deep as he possibly could. His hips thrust into yours, making you moan as your fingers tightened their grip on the sheets, your nails digging into the material.

Kyun leaned forward, letting go of your legs, to prop himself up on his elbows as he kept his pace. You brought him closer by snaking your legs around his hips. Your fingers out some of the hair that had fallen into his face, behind his ears with a smile playing on your lips, watching him try to control himself as he pumped into you.

To kiss him, your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him down. This only lasted for a short bit as the two of you started breathing into each other's mouths, moaning and groaning at the pleasure. He removed your hands from his neck, pushing them down onto the bed to intertwine your fingers with his.

His thrusts became sloppier and deeper, hitting the spot he had stimulated with his fingers only a short while ago. You kept your foreheads together, eyes closed, letting the feeling of his erection pumping into your pussy be the only thing you concentrated on. The sound of him moving in and out of you was like music to your ears, accompanied by your moans and his grunts.

"Fuck," you breathed out, daring to look down, watching his cock disappear inside of you, coming out again, glistening in your wetness. He kissed your neck, "You sound so beautiful, babe, keep going."

"I-I'm close, Kyun. Fuck... so close," you made out in the bliss of your orgasm getting closer. That was all he needed to know, to push himself back up, releasing your hands from his, only to move them down your body. He held on tight to your hips, pushing them up, hitting slightly deeper into you with his dick, making you gasp. The new position had you arch your back and turn your knuckles white. Changkyun watched the little bop on your core pumping up and down in amazement, knowing that was his cock making you cry out loud.

"Jesus Christ..." he grunted deeply, his fingers tightening on your skin - you already knew that grip would leave a mark.

Your moans became more uneven, making you have to swallow for a second to try to steady yourself again, only to get flashed with the sudden feeling of your second orgasm rushing through your body. You screamed out loud, losing any sense of keeping yourself up if it wasn't for your husband's tight grasp on you. The familiar feeling of pressure and the need to release followed along with your high, and only a second later, you felt his cum shooting up inside you and him moaning loudly, throwing his head back, lowering your hips back on the mattress to pump himself empty. As soon as he backed out of you, with the intention of sliding back in, he was stopped by your cum, mixed with his squirting out of you when you were finally able to release the pressure that had built up inside of you.

Kyun smirked proudly, looking down at your wet pussy when he dared to raise his hand, touching your clit with his fingers, only for you to jump up, slapping his hand away, making him chuckle.

"Ooh," he cooed, coming down to kiss your cheek, "Is my bride a little sensitive now?"

"Bastard," you breathed out, rolled your eyes and slapped his chest, getting a chuckle from him. "Don't get too cocky," you warned him, still trying to catch your breath.

"Cocky? Me?" He wondered, laying down next to you. You nodded with a smile. "Can you feel your legs?"

"Huh?" You looked to the side, finding his eyes already on you. He repeated the question and you nodded, "Why?"

He pushed himself back up with a grunt and got back on his feet without a word. You watched him carefully when he suddenly grasped your hips tightly, turning you onto your stomach and bringing you up with one arm snaked around your middle. With your back against his chest, you breathed heavily, a smile on your lips.

"Then I have no right to be cocky. Yet." He whispered into your ear before you could feel his fingers on your pussy once again, making you throw your head back, resting it against his shoulder, giving him easy access to your neck and showing him you were ready for the next round. The next of many.

#changkyun smut #i.m monsta x #I.m smut #changykun x reader #changkyun monsta x #changkyun scenarios #i.m x reader #I.m Monsta x #Monsta x smut

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ladylooch · 6 months

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Lacey and Kevin blurb.

Lacey Fiala sits on the edge of her family pool, little eyebrows scrunched at her over-excited father. She isn’t buying what he is selling.

“Baby, I’ve got you. I promise.” She squints harder. Her hot pink floaties make it hard to cross her arms. She rubs her toes together, pouting.

“No.”

“Mama, Daddy, and Luca are all in here. It’s fun!” Kevin insists, knowing it’s probably a moot point. Lacey hates the pool. She hates bath time. She hates the lake at the cabin. But Kevin can’t wrap his head around his little girl hating water so much.

“Kev, don’t force her.” Sam calls from where she is monitoring Luca diving for rings at the bottom of the pool. “If she wants to stay there, you’ll have to stay there with her.” Kevin sighs, looking back at his two year old. Her hair is in poofy pig tails off to the sides. She has lime green scrunchies holding them in place. Her green eyes, brown hair and stubborn look are Sam through and through.

“Okay. Daddy will stay here.” He murmurs, sitting himself up onto the ledge with her. Lacey smiles, immediately crawling into his lap.

“Off.” She pats at the floatie on her left arm. Kevin helps work them off her. He reaches behind him to grab her towel hanging of the chaise. It’s filled with puppies and kitties with a pink background. The cloth engulfs the little girl in the towel. She seems so tiny, but looks up at him with big green eyes. She’s happy as a clam now. She grips Kevin’s forearm as he settles her in his lap, looking at Sam and Luca.

“I got all of them in one breath!” Luca exclaims to Sam as he pops up with the five rings. “Can you throw them farther now?”

“Loooo.” Lacey coos pointing at her brother as he disappears under the water. She bops her foot along Kevin’s calf, gripping his leg hair in her toes.

“Ow, baby. Be nice. Don’t pull the hair.” Kevin asks.

“Hey.” Sam calls to Kevin. She tilts her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, green eyes meeting his gaze over the lenses. “You look too good with that baby in your lap. Mama might need a snack later.”

“I’ll give you something to put in your mouth.” Kevin nods, licking his lips. Sam chuckles, dragging her sunglasses back up her nose. Lacey sighs heavily, leaning her little head back into Kevin’s abdomen. He drops a kiss between her pigtails. “Almost nap time for you.”

“No.”

“Is that your favorite word now?” Lacey giggles as Kevin tickles her side. She pinches her shoulder up towards her cheek, collapsing into infections giggles that have Kevin laughing heartily with her. “Are you the cutest baby in the whole world too?”

“Yeah!” Luca cheers in response from where he has climbed up into his mom’s arms. He looks exhausted. “Meine kleine Schwester ist die Beste.”

“Best baby sister for sure.” Kevin translates for his wife. Lacey yawns loudly. Her eyes droop as Sam and Luca work their way towards them. Sam puts Luca next to Kevin. “I’m gonna move under the umbrella. I’ll hold her while she naps.”

“Okay.” Sam murmurs, puckering her lips. Kevin graciously drops a smooch there. Her vanilla chapstick transfers to his lips.

“Mmm, you taste so sweet.” He tilts his head to the side, kissing along her cheek to her ear. “Daddy get to taste you later?”

“Yeah. I’m dying at you holding our baby right now.” Kevin runs his nose along her collar bone, dropping kisses before he pulls away.

“Not the baby for long though, no?” He smiles, giving his newly pregnant wife another kiss. “Thank you mama for my babies.” He says to her, then walks over to the chaise lounge.

“Okay, I’m ready for more!” Luca insists, jumping back into the pool water. He re-adjusts his goggles, then is off for his next dive.

While Luca and Sam do that, Kevin rocks their toddler. His arms hold her tightly to him, with her towel still wrapped around her. She reaches up for his jaw, stroking at his skin like she has since she was three months old. Lacey only does this to Kevin. As she gets more tired, her hand begins to fall. Kevin grabs her pudgy wrist, kissing along the palm of her hand before putting it back on her chest.

Kevin leans back in the chaise, slowly maneuvering Lacey to rest her face against his chest. He laces his fingers together over her butt to hold her in place. Then, he heaves a heavy sigh, ready to join his daughter for a nap of his own.

#letters in your last name au

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 2 years

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A Beautiful Riff, part 3 - Sam & Jake Kiszka

A/N: I had absolutely no intentions of doing another part to this, but thanks to THIS lovely ask… I couldn’t help myself. Thank you, @gretavanlace for also letting me use this idea! I tried to check this for as many errors as possible, but there is a reallyyy good chance I still missed some and I apologize for that. Anyways! Enjoy, lovelies!

WARNINGS: MAJOR 18+ content ahead!! Minors PLEASE DNI! Literally all the fucking warnings for this one. Dom!Jake, a little bit (a lot a bit) of our Sammy boy (NOT incest, ya crazies). I don’t even know how many warnings, just know you have been warned. Carry on.

Part ONE || Part TWO

Masterlist

••••

You were sitting just to the side of the stage, listening to the boys soundcheck for the nights show. It had been a few weeks since your little experiment with Jake and Sam and honestly, it was all you could think about. Replaying it in your mind made you so horny. Jake could hardly keep up with you - Trying to appease the nearly constant need that made home between your legs. You wanted so badly to do that with them again, but you knew Jake would quickly tell you no.

The guitar riff of ‘Lover, Leaver’ sounding through the numerous, giant speakers was what ripped you out of your thoughts. Memories of completely soaking Sam’s amp started flooding your mind and you clenched your thighs together.

As soon as Jake noticed he had your attention, he pranced over to the corner of the stage closest to you, shooting you a cheeky smile.

You huffed, already frustrated by the ache that had settled in between your legs long ago, now becoming even worse. You were all too fed up with his shit.

So, you thought up an idea.

Sam was your best friend and was long before you had ever started seeing Jake. You knew good and well it wouldn’t take much to talk him into your devious little plan, especially if it meant he got to piss off his big brother.

Once the boys were done, Josh, Jake and Danny had all made their way off the stage- Sam conveniently staying behind at his Mellotron.

Jake walked straight to you, a shit-eating grin on his face. “You coming, baby?”

“I’ll be right there. I’m just gonna go talk to Sam for a minute.” you told him, kissing his cheek softly. He lended a gentle “okay,” and a small smile, before turning to walk backstage.

You walked up the steps of the large stage, the sounds of Sammy’s Mellotron filling the giant venue beautifully.

As much as you loved the sound of this band as a whole, Sam’s piano playing would always be your favorite…

You just wouldn’t admit that to Jake.

Once you came into Sam’s view, he stopped playing, flashing you his beautifully bright smile.

“What are you doing up here?” Sam asked. “I figured you’d be long gone with Jake.” he chuckled, puckering his lips towards you teasingly.

“Oh, fuck off.” you waved, laughing.

“I came to ask for a favor…”

“A favor…?” Sam’s eyebrows raised upon hearing the words leave your mouth, curiosity etched all over his face.

“Yep.” you confirmed, popping the ‘p.’ You couldn’t help the mischievous smirk that forced it’s way onto your lips, fully giving you away.

Sam squinted his eyes, head tilting back as he eyed you. At first, he was sure you were just coming to ask something small of him, but that clearly was not the case.

“Y/N… What are you up to?” he questioned hesitantly, glancing around to be sure none of the other boys had come back.

“I want to do the amp thing aga-“

“Oh, god. Y/N, have you lost your mind?” Sam cut you off, wide eyed.

He began half playfully looking around the Mellotron as if you’d really lost your mind.

“Cut the shit, Sammy.” you huffed. “I’m being serious.” He brought his attention back to you.

“Y/N, you know I’m all for pissing off my brothers… but this is probably not the best idea.” Sam said, scratching at the back of his neck.

“Why don’t you just ask Jake?”

“Because… I wanted you to do it this time… And for Jake to watch.” you admitted, looking away from him.

Sam’s mouth fell open, completely and utterly floored by the whole conversation.

“I…” he paused, unable to think of what to say right away.

“Please, Sam.” you lightly begged. “I want this so badly and I know Jake will just say no.”

“Well, isn’t the whole point for Jake to watch?” he asked, raising a single brow. You stayed silent for a moment, catching your lip between your teeth.

“I’m fed up with his teasing, okay?” you finally cracked. “He knows how badly I want to do this again and besides the obvious- you being there- he would say no just to make me suffer.” you rambled, releasing a frustrated breath.

You stayed quiet, watching Sam who was clearly deep in thought.

“You know what?” Sam stood up abruptly from his spot behind the Mellotron: “Okay.” he agreed.

Your eyes widened, an all too giddy smile taking over your face.

“But we’re doing it right now.” he told you, walking around to the same amp you’d sat on just a few weeks ago.

Your stomach twisted. “Now?? But Ja-“

“He’s backstage. They will just assume i’m out here practicing.” he reasoned.

“We can just make this quick and he will never know, right?“

The smirk on Sam’s face should have unnerved you, but you assumed he was just as excited to do this as you were.

“Right.” you swallowed down the nervous lump forming in your throat. Suddenly every part of you was screaming at you not to do this, but you pushed the feeling as far out as possible.

“Alright, then. Come sit.”

Hearing Sam give you an order, sent heat rushing through you. He had a dominant edge, but nothing quite like Jake. He was obviously softer. His words came with just enough authority, but also a hint of sweetness that practically begged for you to listen to his every command. And that’s exactly what you did.

You walked over to the amp, ready to sit right on it immediately, but Sam stopped you.

“Y/N, wait…” he chuckled softly. “This isn’t gonna work with those jeans on.”

You glanced down at the jeans you had on, already knowing what you would have to do. “What if Jake walks up here…?“ you wondered aloud, nerves growing even more.

“He won’t.” Sam assured you, flipping the switch on the back of his amplifier.

“But, Sam, what if he-“

“How badly do you want to do this?” he asked you, tone becoming more forceful.

You blinked at him, a little stunned. “Huh?”

“How. Badly. Do you want this?” he repeated, emphasizing his words.

“Pretty badly…” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Then take them off, or I will cut this amp off right now and go back to what I was doing.” he threatened.

Without another word, you unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, sliding them off and laying them by Danny’s drums.

“See? Now that wasn’t so hard.” Sam goaded, tone softening back to it’s normal level. You scoffed, finally taking your rightful spot upon the amplifier.

You watched Sam stroll over to his bass. Before he did anything else, he pulled his phone from his back pocket, typing away for a few seconds.

You figured he was just telling one of the boys he was staying behind to practice. It was a normal thing for him to do, anyways.

After putting his phone away, Sam picked up his bass, looping it around his shoulders. Such a simple action, but he made it look so good. Every move he made was so smooth and seemed so purposeful. Should you have been ogling him? probably not. Who could help but to look at him, though?

“Okay!” Sam startled you from your little trance. “Ready? We can’t be too long.”

“Yeah, I’m ready, Sammy.” you nodded, eyeing him intently. You shifted around a bit, making yourself as comfortable as possible.

Sam switched on his bass, hitting a single string to make sure everything was working. The familiar, intense vibrations shot through your whole body and it was incredibly relieving. You let out a breath displaying your relief, body relaxing into the feeling immediately.

Sam wasted no more time, starting to play ‘’The Cold Wind’. One you knew very well, but hadn’t heard in a good while.

The pleasure was euphoric- just like last time. And as bad as the whole situation may have been, you basked in the pleasure even more than last time. Getting off on the fact that Sammy, was playing you straight into an orgasm and you were (in a way) getting Jake back for his ruthless teasing.

Sam walked a little closer to you, sporting a smirk of triumph. Another emotion dancing in his eyes that you were in no position to analyze.

You were so close to your high, you could almost grab it with your hand.

Sam shot you a quick wink, as you looked up at him for a quick moment, trying to wordlessly tell him you were close. He nodded in understanding, the cocky look on his face only intensifying.

Your head tipped back in pleasure, eyes drifting closed and hands gripping the sides of the amp as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten.

That was, until a hand wrapped around your throat roughly from behind you. Your eyes snapped open, being directly met with an extremely pissed looking Jake. You didn’t have much time to process at first, your orgasm taking over your body, wave after wave as Sam continued to play.

Once you came down, your chest heaved and pulse pounded against Jake’s hand that was still firmly wrapped around your throat. Sam quit playing and you gulped, eyes falling shut in embarrassment and you couldn’t even lie; a bit of fear.

A deafening silence fell over the massive room, only making you grow more weary of Jake’s reaction.

“Was that what you wanted, hm?” Jake’s tone was all too soft for how angry he looked. You only nodded, scared to open your mouth at all. “Even though you knew I would have said no?” his grip tightened around your neck, making your breath hitch.

“I’m sorry, Jake.” you choked out. “Sam, you told him?!” you tried to shout, a hint of betrayal laced in your voice.

Sam didn’t answer, sitting his bass down before walking towards you. As he got close enough, Jake released his grip and let Sam replace it. With a firm grip on your jaw, he towered over you, eyes dark- much like Jake’s.

You met his eyes hesitantly and he tightened his grip, forcing you to look at him completely. He leaned down, lips ghosting over your ear.

“You can’t play me against my brother, honey.” He whispered lowly. “You should have known better.”

Sam let go of you with a light shove that pushed you back into Jake.

Wrapping a hand around your wrist, Jake pulled you off of the amp roughly.

“Put your jeans back on and let’s fucking go.” he growled, burning holes into your body with his raging eyes.

You did as he told you, not wanting to push him any further.

Once you were dressed, Jake took hold of your arm again, pulling you towards the stairs of the stage.

“What am I gonna do with you?” he muttered to himself. Jake stopped dead in his tracks, turning on his heels to face you. You gasped at the sudden change, looking up at him through doe eyes as he towered over you.

Taking a firm grip on both your shoulders, he turned you both, shoving you backwards until your back hit the wall with a thud.

“Really, princess… What am I gonna do with you?” His tone was low and almost taunting. “You’ve been so horny I can barely keep up…”

His fingertips brushed over your face gently, eyes boring into you. You couldn’t look at him, in fear of absolutely losing all of your decency.

“Jake…” you whispered weakly, hoping he would have mercy on you.

“What?” he snapped, tone sharp and cold. “Do I just need to fuck you stupid? Is that it? Until you can’t even remember your name or mine? Until you faint in my arms from so much pleasure?” Each of his rapid fire questions sent waves of arousal surging through your body.

You stayed completely silent, chest rising and falling rapidly. Jake let out a huff of annoyance, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him.

“Speak up.” he spat, squeezing your jaw a little harder.

“Yes, Jake..” you squeaked, breathing becoming sporadic.

“Yeah? You want all that?” he pressed, leaning in closer, ghosting his lips over your cheek.

“I need it.” you corrected, causing Jake to smirk.

“You ‘need’ it, huh?” You nodded. “Don’t worry, baby… I’m gonna teach you a lesson and give you what you need, all tonight.” he promised, hand dropping lower to press into your neck.

“Jake!” the sound of Josh’s voice startled both of you. Jake pulled away from you, turning towards his brother.

“Yeah?” Jake was clearly a little worked up, but Josh was choosing to ignore that. Trying to pretend as if he didn’t just see you pinned up against the wall by his brother.

Josh cleared his throat, gesturing towards Jake. “We need you. We have to change one of the songs on the setlist.”

Exhaling a long, agitated breath, Jake turned back to you. His eyes burned into yours as he spoke loud enough for only you to hear. “I want you waiting for me at the door, ready to leave, by the end of the show.”

“Yes, sir.” the words barely left your lips, before Jake was already walking towards his brother at the end of the long hallway.

••••

“This is gonna be, sadly, our last song of the night-“

As soon as the words left Josh’s mouth, you were moving swiftly through security, back to Jake’s dressing room to grab your things.

There was no way in hell that you were gonna piss Jake off anymore than you already had.

You gathered up all of your belongs, faintly hearing the last few moments of My Way Soon.

Your heart pounded in your chest, as you scrambled to make it to the back exit. Running to get there before Jake had the chance to make it back to his dressing room.

“Hi, Y/N.” one of their drivers greeted, eyeing you questioningly, upon seeing your flustered state. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah! I’m fine. Jake is just in a hurry tonight.” You explained. It wasn’t really a lie. The driver nodded, reaching out for your suitcase and you gave him a smile as to say ‘thank you.’

Like clockwork, Jake popped the corner. His bag was halfway slung over his shoulder. He was sweaty as ever, clothes barely even on all the way. He looked like a mess, but a hot one.

He didn’t even stop to speak. Jake grabbed your hand as he continued his long strides towards the van, like his life depended on it.

“Jake, slow down! The van isn’t going anywhere without us.” you managed out through labored breathing, practically running to keep up with him.

Jake listened, but still didn’t speak a single word. He just barely slowed his pace enough to allow you some relief. But by then, you had basically reached the van.

Always a gentleman for you no matter what, Jake opened up the door for you splaying his hand out towards the backseat.

Jake dipped down inside the van, reaching for your seatbelt. “Buckle up, angel. You’re gonna want it for these next few hours. Have fun.”

Without another word, Jake backed out and closed the door, before you even had the chance to question him.

Untamable nerves started surging through you, along with the growing ache for Jake, between your legs. But what was he getting at when he said, “have fun.”??

Suddenly, the opposite door was jerked open and you gasped- startled by the aggressiveness of it.

“Jake, what are you-“ you stopped mid sentence, fully expecting to see Jake, but you were met with Sam instead.

“I know I’m the forbidden twin, but come on, Y/N.” Sam jested, closing the door as he got in.

“Sam… what are you doing…?” It was starting to make more sense now. However you hoped that Jake was just trying to rile you up… Playing up the situation to extremes- And what you thought was really about to happen, wasn’t actually going to happen.

Jake would never. Right? you thought to yourself.

“You really shouldn’t have tried to play me against my brother.” Sam chastised, being ever so cryptic.

“Yeah, I know that now.” You shot. “Answer my question.” You demanded, trying to keep your tone even.

Sam buckled his own seatbelt as the van started to pull away from the venue. “Let’s just say, Jake saw it only fitting that I give you what you so clearly want.” Sam smirked, still holding back the words he knew you were searching for.

“I already got what I want.” you hinted back to what you had done with Sam, just hours before.

“Stop being vague.”

“Did you REALLY get what you wanted, though?” Sam questioned smugly, turning to look at you.

“Of course I did.” You half lied, crossing your arms, not daring to look back at him.

You would never choose Sam over Jake, but a part of you wanted Sam. There was no way you could deny that, especially now.

You were about to pry further, but before you could even get a word out, the van was stopping at the hotel where you were all staying at for the night.

Sam was the first to get out, reaching across the seat and popping your seatbelt.

“I’ll grab your bag.” he smiled slyly, backing out just like Jake had done and closing the door.

You scrambled out, rushing to the back of the van, trying to grab your bag before Sam could.

“Sam, Jake ca-“

“Nope, I got it. It’s coming with me anyways.” Sam interrupted, snatching the bag from your hands.

He took off towards the door, you following quickly behind him.

You stood around anxiously, a breath of relief leaving you when Jake walked through the doors.

You walked up to him, stopping him in his tracks.

“Jake, what the fuck is going on?” you whisper-yelled.

“You’re gonna go with Sam for a while.” Jake shrugged, nonchalantly.

Shocked was an understatement. Your mouth opened and closed, your brain unable to come up with anything to say. You jumped a bit, feeling a hand press against your lower back. Based off the sweet, musky scent, and the growing smirk on Jake’s face, you knew that it was Sam.

“Let Sammy boy give you all the pleasure you can take.” He spoke, leaning down as close as possible to your ear. “Cause when you get back to our room, you’re sure the fuck not gonna like what I have to give you.” he whispered lowly. Goosebumps formed over your skin. You knew Jake’s statement wasn’t entirely true, but you still knew without a doubt that you were in for it, once you got back to yours and Jake’s hotel room.

Without another word, you left Jake in the lobby and followed Sam up to his room.

You decided on your way up, to let the nerves of what Jake was planning to do to you go for now, in an attempt to enjoy whatever Sam was going to give you.

“After you, babe.” Sam said, pulling you out of your thoughts. You smiled up at him, entering the quite beautiful room, with him not far behind you.

Sam sat down both of the suitcases he had been carrying, walking over to where stood in the middle of the room, admiring.

“Stop being so quiet, Y/N.” he pleaded softly. “I’m just here to make you feel good. I’m not gonna do anything crazy.” he assured you, earning a soft laugh that made his smile grow.

“I know… I just… I’m worried about what Jake is gonna do.” you admitted, fidgeting with your shaking hands.

“Mm, that’s fair. You’re definitely in for it.” Sam chuckled, not at all helping your case. “But that’s not for you to worry about right now. Think about me…” A blush crept to your cheeks, a wave of realization hitting you. Turning in his arms to face him, your eyes landed right on his lips.

“Shower with me?” he asked softly, almost in a daze staring at your lips, too. You simply nodded, too transfixed with admiring him to even speak. Sam was the first one to break away, taking your hand and pulling you towards the bathroom.

You both stripped down to nothing, stumbling around when you got a little too eager.

Sliding your underwear down your legs, you glanced up at the mirror, eyes landing on Sam who was messily putting his hair into a bun. It wasn’t something he did often, but my god, when he did…

Of course you had seen him almost naked many times, but this was different. This time you had the okay to let yourself become mesmerized by him. You could take him all in shamelessly.

“You’re drooling.” Sam teased, making eye contact through the giant mirror.

“Can’t help that… look at you.” You looked over his whole body, completely exposed. He was perfectly toned and sunkissed. His skin looked so soft. Truly, he was built quite similar to Jake, just taller.

Sam wrapped the hair tie around his bun one last time, still watching you intently through the mirror.

He finally broke away to turn towards the shower, cutting on the water and playing around with the temperature.

You stood in comfortable silence, watching him play around with the knobs, trying to get the water just right. Faint streams of steam began flowing past the curtain and you body ached to finally be under the water, engulfed in Sam’s arms.

Sam spun around to face you, a cocky smile forming over his lips. “Are you finished gawking, angel?“

‘Angel’. The nickname that everyone has heard Jake call you. It sounded so different coming from Sam, but it was still just as addicting to hear.

Sam pulled the shower curtain back slightly, stepping in first and extending his hand out for you to take. Once you were in (just as you knew he would), Sam pulled you into his chest under the perfectly warm streams of water.

You relaxed into his arms immediately, sighing in contentment. But, It wasn’t long before the eagerness took over you both and Sam was gently tilting your head up with the guidance of his fingertips. He looked down at you, studying your face for any signs of discomfort.

You quickly became impatient. “Kiss me, please.” You pleaded, leaning up to get as close as you could to his ever so inviting lips.

Not wasting another second, Sam closed the rest of the space between the two of you. The kiss started off gentle, you both slightly seemed a little hesitant at first. Rightfully so, this was unlike anything you and Sam had ever done.

But as the kiss continued, you both relaxed becoming comfortable in the feeling of each other’s lips, the parts of your bodies that were touch. You let him take over all of your senses, until you could barely even hear the water of the shower anymore. It was all just Sam.

“I should just fuck you right here.” Sam shoved you up against the cool shower wall, using his body to pin you against it.

“Do it, then.” you challenged, pressing your hips into his.

“I’m not. This is the calm before the storm, remember?” Sam reminded you. “Once Jake gets his hands on you, you’re in for it. I wanna give you all the sweet, pleasurable sex I can. Just this once.”

Your mouth dropped open, shocked at his small admission. His promise of making you feel good, only made you ache with even more need and impatience.

“Let’s hurry up and get the hell out of here then.” You told him, reaching for the soap behind you.

You spent as much time as you both could stand, cleaning each other off and exploring the other’s body. You both agreed not to tell Jake about showering together, seeing as how it ended up much more intimate than either of you intended.

“Just dry off and come to the bed.” Sam told you, stepping out of the shower first, as you shut off the water.

Reaching out for your towel, Sam was already eagerly leaving the bathroom, still half wet and wrapped in his own towel.

You dried off as much as you could, trying to be as quick as possible. But it obviously wasn’t fast enough for Sammy.

“If I have to come in there for you, I’m fucking you over the sink!” Sam yelled from the other room. You giggled to yourself, running the towel over your body once more, before discarding it to the floor to worry about later.

Knowing you wouldn’t be able to play around with Jake, you decided to use this time with Sammy, to use the last of your fun for the night.

You shoved the bathroom door open fully, leaning against the frame. It took Sam’s eyes no time to find your body, raking up and down it unabashedly.

“If you want me, you gotta get up and come get me.” You challenged.

“Oh, now that’s just cheesy.” Sam scoffed teasingly, propping himself up, but you didn’t move.

“You can’t be serious? Come on, Y/N.” He held out his hand, just like he had done to help you into the shower.

You crossed your arms with a smirk, silently standing your ground. He was right, it was cheesy and a bit extra, but who would you be if you didn’t push him just a little bit?

You watched Sam’s eyes darken, the lighthearted, playful smile dropping from his face and morphing into something much more domineering.

“Y/N…” he warned, one of his eyebrows raising. You simply blinked at him, tilting your head back to challenge him further. Without another word, Sam pushed himself up all the way and got up from the bed. Your smirk turned into a wicked smile, seeing him give in.

You hadn’t noticed how much darker his eyes were, until his tall frame was within arms reach of you. But he didn’t stop until his body collided with yours.

“You really wanna be a brat right now?” Sam questioned seriously. Your smile started to waver, as his body pressed firmly into yours, holding you against the corner of the door jamb. He leaned down, placing soft kisses up your neck, until he reached your earlobe. “Cause if that’s the case, I’ll send you straight to Jake. Taming a brat isn’t my job tonight.”

Your eyes widened and the faintest sound of a whimper was heard from your chest. You didn’t know (for pretty obvious reasons) that Sam had this much dominance tucked away inside him. He brought his face level with yours, locking eyes with you. He continued, voice low and stern. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me? Or do you want me to take you back to our Jakey, to get the punishment you really deserve?”

“No, no!” you exclaimed through breathlessness. “I’ll be a good girl for you, Sammy.”

“That’s what I thought.” Sam‘s lips found yours again in a heated kiss. Much more intense and quick paced than before. You lightly pushed him backwards, he took notice of your subtle signal and guided you both backwards. Not once breaking the kiss.

Sam eventually broke away from you once his leg came in contact with the mattress, turning you so that you were now closest to the bed.

You crawled in, Sam following soon after, propping himself up above you.

You took him in. His hair, cascading around your face, his scent, the soft muscles of his arms holding him up. The way his hips pressed into yours; both of you dying for some friction. The way his breathing was a little uneven and shaky already. Your eyes scanned over every inch of his skin. You could imagine covering his soft, shiny skin in hickeys… But, Jake would surely reprimand you for it.

Sam felt the same way: Eyes drinking in and savoring every inch of your exposed skin. He wanted to mark you up the same way, but both of you knew good and well, that was a line not to be crossed. No matter how strong the urges were.

“Sam…” you whispered, capturing his attention. He simply hummed in response, eyes traveling back up to yours slowly.

“Do something. Anything,” you begged, reaching up to tangle your hands in his soft tresses. You tugged Sam as close as you could, molding your lips into his. He shifted his weight to one arm, trailing his other down your body agonizingly slow. He traced his finger tips around your hips and the tops of your thighs, as he continued to kiss you. Purposefully avoiding where you wanted his hand so badly. Whining into his mouth, you bucked your hips up in search of any sort of contact against your throbbing heat.

You broke away from Sammy, filling your lungs back up with air and resorting straight to begging.

“Sam, plea- ohh, fuck-“ He cut you off, slipping a single finger between your soaked folds and going straight to your clit.

“Yeah, that’s what you wanted. Isn’t it, needy girl?” He taunted, watching you melt into the sheets of the hotel bed.

“Yes- this’s what I wanted.” Sam’s calloused finger worked over your clit in slow, lazy circles. Applying more pressure with each circle he made around it.

“I bet this is what you were imagining while you were sitting on my amp earlier.” Sam said lowly, dropping his head down to nuzzle into your neck. “You looked so pretty cumming all over it…”

He didn’t kiss your neck, just simply laid his head there for the soul purpose of listening to your sounds of pleasure and feeling the vibrations from them.

“Maybe..” you spoke softly, blushing deeply at his compliment and whining when he applied even more pressure to your bundle of nerves.

“Come on, Y/N. Go on and tell me what you were imagining.” He coaxed, tilting his head up to place a couple lazy kisses to your jaw.

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, while you struggled to get the words out with Sam still drawing teasing circles over your bud of nerves. He wasn’t doing much, but there was a familiar feeling already starting to build in the pit of your stomach. But, you’d have to be embarrassed about how quickly he was already bringing you to an orgasm later…

“i… i was imagining you…” you managed out, just above a whiny whisper.

“Yeah? What about me?” He pressed, adjusting his hand so that he could slide a finger inside you.

“That you were- fuck- that you were getting me off with your f-fingers.”

Sam listened patiently, humming every so often in acknowledgement as he continued curling his finger inside you, thumb working over your clit.

“Oh, fuck!“ you gasped. Sam added a second finger, a particular curl sending you reeling. “Right there, Sammy-“

“Yeah? Right here?” he teased, prodding into the same spot from before, eliciting a loud moan to fall from your lips.

With what grip on reality you still had, you shifted your right arm that was between you and Sam, reaching down to carefully take him into your hand. He was leaking pre cum, twitching a few times in your hand before you even started to move.

“Fucking hell,” Sam hissed, the rhythm of his fingers that were still working you faltering. “T-this is supposed to be about you.” he choked out, pushing into your gspot with more force.

You cried out in pleasure, unable to control your hips as they bucked up into his hand.

After the two of you basically battled at who could give the other more pleasure, Sam’s free hand found the wrist of yours that was stroking him, pulling your hand away. An airy laugh tumbled out of him. “As much as I love this, I’d like to be able to actually last once I get inside you.”

Complying, you put your focus back on the climax that you were right on the edge of. Allowing Sam to fully take control of your body and flood your senses.

“That’s it…” Sam murmured, “Cum all over my fingers. I know you want to… And you’re right there, aren’t you, baby?”

Sam’s words went straight to your core and within seconds, you were falling over the edge and into pure bliss. His praises were tumbling from his mouth in a constant stream, but they sounded distant in your state of immense pleasure.

“God, that was perfect… You’re perfect.” Sam’s eyes were blown wide and his cock twitched against your thigh.

“N-need you inside me now. Please, Sammy.” You didn’t care about how sensitive you still were, you just wanted him to fuck you senseless already. Reaching out for him, you grabbed his bicep, tugging on him as he moved over top of you.

“You sure you’re ready?” Sam asked, alluding to you still being fresh out of an orgasm.

“I don’t care, please- just fuck me,” You begged.

Without another word, Sam spread your legs wider, lining himself up at your entrance. He started to push into you, going in about half way, before pulling out completely and starting over.

“You’re teasing,” you groaned.

“You’re impatient.” Sam shot back, looking down at you with a blissed out, but still cocky grin.

After a few more times of only going in half way, he pushed himself in to the hilt, leaning down into the crook of your neck. He breathed deeply a few times, calming himself down, before he finally started to move.

Sammy’s pace was deep, but languid at first. The sounds of both of your soft moans and whimpers filling the hotel room. A sick part of you almost hoped Jake’s room was on the other side of one of the walls, listening to the noises Sam was pulling from you.

“Fuck- fuck, you feel so good.” Sam rasped, delivering a particularly deep thrust. A much louder, broken moan bounced off the walls. It was a sound that Sam was secretly tucking away in his mind, for another time when he would be alone.

“Right there. Just like that, baby,” you breathed. You didn’t mean for ‘baby’ to come out and Sam obviously knew you didn’t mean it, too. Continuing on as if he didn’t hear it.

He thrusted up the same way he had just moments before, catching that same spot his fingers couldn’t quite touch as perfectly.

“Who new you’d like being fucked all slow and deep.” Sam’s hand found your throat, squeezing the sides gently. “Look at me.” Your eyes fluttered open, meeting with his immediately.

“Want you to ride me… Nice and slow like I’ve been going. Can you do that?” He gently asked, sliding

his arms underneath your back to help flip you both over.

“Yes,” you breathed out through a whine. You knew Sam wanted to keep the slow pace, just to be able to make this whole experience last longer. He knew as soon as you both finished and came down from your post-orgasm highs, he’d be walking you right back to Jake’s room.

With his arms hooked securely around you, he flipped you both over, trying to stay inside of you as he did so. You adjusted with the new angle. lifting up just slightly so Sam could lean back against the headboard.

Once you were both situated in the new position, you started to grind your hips. Trying to stay slow and deep, just like Sam had told you.

Sam’s hands moved from your hips up to your breasts, once you got ahold of the rhythm. Twisting and toying with both nipples, your moans grew even louder and higher in pitch.

You could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building in you, and you knew by the more frequent curses and grunts leaving Sam, he was getting closer too.

“S-Sammy, pl-please let me go faster?” you pleaded, yet still seeking his permission - Even though your hips had already started picking up speed.

“Uh, uh- Not ready to give you back to Jake yet. Wait.” Sam told you. Hands going from your breasts back to your hips, slowing them down.

“Don’t cum until I say it’s okay.”

“But-“

“Y/N.” he stopped you before you could continue speaking.

“You told me you’d be a good girl for me, remember?”

“I remember,” you sighed. Your body shook with need above Sammy, every part of you burning and pining for the climax you knew you could achieve in this position. Nevertheless, You allowed Sam to guide your hips, switching up the pace slightly, but still too slow for you liking.

While you didn’t want this time with Sam to end, the anticipation of what Jake had in store for you, was really the driving force to your impending orgasm.

“Sammy, I’m getting close- please!” You whimpered, grinding down onto him harder.

“Aw, you are?” You nodded in response, fingers trailing down to your clit. “Wait still, please, Y/N.” Sam pushed your hand away and you groaned, body slumping over.

You rested your forehead against Sam’s, trying to ground yourself. He had taken over, holding you in place and thrusting his hips up into you.

“Breathe, Y/N…” Sam spoke softly, right into your ear. “Slow and steady…”

“I c-can’t. I can’t,” you whined, eyes squeezed shut. Feeling yourself contracting rapidly around his cock. The burn in the pit of your stomach creeped through your body, overtaking you at an agonizingly slow rate. “I can’t stop it, Sammy.”

Sam sighed, deciding it was time to just let you have it. He picked up the speed of his hips, trying to seek out his own high and catch up with you.

“Go ahead, pretty. Let go whenever you’re ready..” Sam huffed through moans, fingers finding your hyper sensitive bud.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fu-“ Gripping Sam’s shoulders to steady yourself, each of your bounces were met with Sam’s thrusts upwards, driving him in even deeper than before.

You clenched around Sam, staying so tight that you could feel him pulsating inside you. Your head fell back, eyes screwed tight in pleasure as waves of euphoria overtook your entire body. Sam wasn’t far behind. An airy groan erupting from his lungs, moving your hips up and off him as he came all over your thighs and his stomach.

“Jesus christ…” you breathed, collapsing down against his chest.

“No fucking kidding…” Sam mumbled in almost disbelief. “That was…”

“Yeah.” You agreed without him even needing to elaborate.

“I can help you clean up, before I walk you to your room…” Sam offered softly, a knowing edge to his tone. Like he was suddenly coming upon a path of eggshells.

“That would be nice.” Was all you said, lending a small smile of reassurance as you pushed yourself up from his chest.

“Shower again?” Sam suggested, a glimmer in his eyes. Hoping and praying that this would ease the tension he could see building inside you. You scrambled off him and to the bathroom, causing Sam to laugh He followed behind you quickly, coming in as the was already steaming up the bathroom.

You both got in, helping the other clean off. It wasn’t nearly as intimate as your first shower. No curious or sensual touches, it was basically normal again.

As you both were drying off, you stopped pondering on whether or not to ask Sam the question that took over your mind. You wanted one more good kiss from him before you left.

“Sammy?”

“Hmm?” He turned around to face you, wrapping his towel securely around his hips.

“Can you kiss me one more time?” You asked quietly, eyes dropping to the floor. You didn’t think it would feel this embarrassing to ask, but with your little rendezvous was over, it seemed wrong to ask now.

The feeling of cool fingers pulling at your chin, made you look up. Without a word, Sam pressed his lips into yours. He was such an effortless kisser. It seemed to come to him so naturally. You were certain he could even guide the worst kisser on earth, through the most gentle, yet passionate kiss they’d ever have.

“Happy?” Sam smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to your nose.

“Very.” You nodded, smiling up at him.

The two of you got dressed. You simply threw on a pair of shorts and one of Jake’s t-shirts that you took. Sam putting on a pair of pajama pants, sans the shirt - as he was just walking you down the hallway.

“You ready?” he asked, making his way towards the door.

“No.” You muttered just barely loud enough for him to hear.

Despite the nerves and anticipation that had come back full force now, you stepped out into the large hallway in front of Sammy and he guided you towards the room Jake was in. He slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him and placing a slopping kiss to your head. You both stumbled around, giggling as you approached the door. Sam knocked and all the playfulness you had left, was drained immediately.

Jake opened the door casually, giving you and Sam the sweetest smile that only made you more uneasy. Sam greeted him, you on the other hand stayed completely silent. You were really just trying to keep your jaw from hitting the carpeted floor. Jake was clad in nothing but black sweatpants that hung low on his hips, his hair pulled back in a low bun. He was a sight that you knew you wouldn’t be able to get enough of tonight.

“I took great care of her.” Sam smiled, sporting a new confidence towards his brother that any other time would have made you giggle.

“Good,” Jake looked over at you and huffed a laugh, but there seemed to be little amusement there. “Y/N?” Your name was like pure honey coming off his lips and if it hadn’t of been for Sam, you would have moaned just by the sound of it.

You gathered yourself and gave Sam a smile, to which he returned with a wink. Sam handed you your bag that he’d carried for you and before you knew it, you were stepping into the door frame of you and Jake’s room. Jake let you go by him, barely looking at you as you did so.

The sounds of their conversation (most likely about you) faded as you walked deeper into the room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until your eyes landed on the bed. You gasped loudly, bag slipping from your fingers and onto the floor with a loud thud.

You hadn’t even heard the door close, or Jake come up behind you.

“What do you reckon all these are for, hm?” You jumped, eyes falling shut as your heart skipped in your chest. “Or, ‘who’ I should say…”

Jake was really trying to get under your skin and fuck, was he doing a great job.

“Me..” you answered weakly, but there were no doubts behind your answer.

“Very good, angel.” Jake finally touched you, causing a harsh shiver to rush through you. His hand trailed down your arm, to your hand, which he took in his own. Stepping in front of you, Jake pulled you against him roughly, lips colliding with yours in a breath stealing kiss. He broke away, working his way down your cheek, to your jaw, finally making it to your neck. He sucked a couple hickeys along your neck, moving down to place a few more along your collarbone. He backed away to examine his work, smiling in satisfaction as he watched them turn red before his eyes.

With your hand still in his, he pulled you towards a small table in the corner.

“Take all your clothes off and sit down.” He ordered. His voice wasn’t overly stern or harsh, but you new better than to do anything besides what he asked you to. Stripping out of all your clothes, you haphazardly discarded them onto the floor around you. Not a single care as to where they ended up. You sat down in the chair, eyes darting between him and the items scattered over the bed. He picked up what looked like a pen and your vibrator, before strutting over to you.

He knelt down in front of you and you could have cum right then. The soft lighting from a single lamp was all that was lighting the room, casting a golden glow upon his skin.

“Let’s start with the main rules, shall we?” Jake gave you a sickening grin, eyes dark and lust filled. You nodded, unsure of what he wanted from you yet.

“You’ve already got the hang of the first rule: Not a fucking peep out of you, unless I say otherwise. Got that?” Jake was testing you already. You nodded your reply again.

“Atta girl. Already listening so well...” he praised. “Second, you don’t get to cum until I tell you that you can.” A noise of distaste erupted from you and Jake raised a brow. You shut yourself up, straightening yourself back upright in the chair and you nodded.

“Lastly, do you remember all your colors?” Jake questioned seriously. It had been a while since the two of you had dipped into this level of sexual activities, due to tour.

“I want a verbal answer to that one, please, baby.” he told you, standing up.

“Yes, sir.” you answered. “Green.” Your eyes never left Jake, watching his every move like he could snap any second. You knew that wasn’t going to happen, but still.

Jake slid a single piece of paper over to you on the table, sitting the pen down on top of it. Your breath hitched, suddenly having a good idea of what he was going to have you do.

“Here’s what you’re going to do,” Jake started, sinking back down to the floor. He shoved your legs apart, getting comfortable between them. He held up the vibrator in front of you, before starting to speak again. “You’re gonna write down exactly what you did wrong.. and you’re not gonna stop writing, until I say you can cum.”

You clenched around nothing, a puddle of your wetness surely forming on the chair. Jake glanced down between your legs, swallowing thickly at your glistening entrance.

Picking up the pen, you adjusted the paper and your position in the chair, making sure to keep your legs spread wide for Jake. You gave him a weak nod, signifying that you were ready.

The sound of the vibrator whirling to life, made your breath hitch. Once you began writing, Jake rested a hand on one of your knees, the other pressing the vibrator firmly against your bundle of nerves. You jolted immediately, hands shaking and causing your words to look like chicken scratch on the paper.

You continued to write ‘I came on Sam’s amp without Jake’s permission’ messily, doing your absolute best at trying to hold in any and all noises. You weren’t exactly sure if that’s what Jake really wanted you to write, but really, he probably didn’t care. It was going to get balled up and thrown away in the morning regardless.

Jake, not entertained nearly enough, decided to up the intensity of the toy. You whimpered as result and you knew he heard it. But thankfully, he had other plans.

“Go on, baby girl. Be the noisy brat I know you are.” he said, watching as your breathing had become more labored. Various curses and moans started to flow from you, a layer of sweat building over your forehead. If you could have gotten a coherent sentence together, you would have been thanking him for not making you hold back. “Yeah, feels so good doesn’t it? Did Sammy boy’s amp feel this good?”

“Fuck, Jake-“ you moaned, struggling to continue writing words that were even close to readable.

Jake smacked the outside of your thigh. “Answer me, brat.”

“Yes! It f-felt s’good,” you choked out, gasping as Jake bumped the setting up one more. “Jake, please! I’m too close,” you warned him, shifting your hips away from the intense vibrations. “Too bad, keep writing and you better not fucking cum yet.” He put more authority in his tone, unoccupied hand sliding up your legs, to your lower back and yanking you right back to the edge of the chair.

“Jake! I can’t- I can’t,” you cried, writhing around in the chair. There was no way you could hold back, once you reached that little ledge. Once you were tipping over it - even if it was just slightly, you knew you would be falling into bliss before you could stop it.

“Mmm, I’m not ready to let you cum yet. Sam has made you come so many times today, hasn’t he?” Jake taunted. You double over the table, unable to even hold the pen anymore.

“Jake-“

“Say it!” Jake insisted loudly, all while trying to hold you as still as possible, showing absolutely no mercy.

“Ye- fuck- yes! He did, he did!” You stuttered, voice raising to match Jake’s.

“Then why should I let you cum right now, huh? Since you’ve had all your needy little cunt should need today.” Jake hissed, showing the slightest bit of mercy by turning the vibrator down a couple notches. You slumped down a little bit in relief.

Even still, you were right on that edge, staring down into the pit that was your orgasm

“I ca- I’m right there, Jake, please.” you pleaded, not wanted to disobey him, but also not wanting him to deny you of it either.

Taking slight pity on you, but not wanting to show it, he played into his next move.

“Change of plans,” Jake pulled the toy away from you completely and you mewled rather pathetically at the loss. “Since you obviously can’t write anymore, let’s go to the bed, yeah?” He got up, bending down to scoop you up in his arms and carry you over. He laid you down carefully and your eyes landed on the strap from his guitar at the foot of the bed. He picked it up and stepped up to the head of the bed, a sinister smirk across his face.

“Arms up.” Jake commanded, leaning over you to begin looping the guitar strap carefully and skillfully around your wrists.

The strap sent you into flashbacks and all of your past shenanigans flooded your mind. From the first time you came all over Sammy’s amp, to (more specifically) the day Jake walked in on you riding his guitar.

“What’s your color?” He checked in, ripping you out of your flashback daze. His eyes scanned over your face, as he finished tying your hands to the bed frame. The flash of care in his tone, reminded you that your sweet Jake wasn’t far away.

“Green, Jake.” You answered more confidence in your voice than you expected. You gave an experimental tug at your restraint.

Slowly, Jake paced around the bed, eyes soaking in every inch of your naked body. You gulped, still dripping from your (almost) orgasm and just the pure suspense. He was clearly in deep thought about what he wanted to do next. Becoming impatient and painfully needy, you decided to riskily test your luck.

“Jake, do something please. Anything.” You begged him, attempting to calm your pounding heart.

“Did I tell you, you could talk?” he asked lowly, stilling at the foot of the bed. Your rebuttal was immediate. “You never said I couldn’t,” No sooner than the words left your lips, you were regretting them.

Jake gave you a cold, dark glare.

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do you really think I won’t sit here and make you fucking cry with this?” He jerked the vibrator out of his back pocket, holding it up for you to see before putting in back. “You think I won’t spank that pretty ass until it’s crimson?”

A loud whimper was all you could manage.

Jake crawled from the foot of the bed, all the way up to you, so that you were now face-to-face. His hand that wasn’t holding him up, wrapped tightly around your jaw. He kissed from your collarbone, all the way up to your ear. “Lucky for you, babe, I’m planning on doing all those things.”

Jake let go of your jaw, lightly shoving you back into the pillows. He shifted back down the bed, so that he was positioned to one side of your legs. Taking a firm hold of your hip, he flipped you over. Automatically, your arched your back, knowing Jake wanted you ass up without even having to say it.

“Starting with putting my handprint into this pretty ass. All fucking mine. You got that?” Just as you registered the question, Jake delivered the first harsh smack to your ass. The sting was rather unpleasant at first, but it quickly became a welcomed, pleasurable feeling.

“I- fuck, yes sir,” you stuttered out, fisting the pillows beneath you in both your hands.

“I sure fucking hope so. Now count.” Jake hissed, waiting for you to count off the first one.

“One.”

Another smack was delivered directly over the same spot, sending your face further into the pillows. “Two.”

The rough, but still pleasurable cycle continued on. Ten harsh slaps of his hand to each of your ass cheeks later, Jake finally figured it was enough.

“Twenty.”

“Such a good girl. Turn over.” Jake got up from the bed, walking to - you assumed - the bathroom, upon seeing him coming back to the bed with a towel in his hands. “Lift your hips up.”

You did as he told you, lifting your hips up to allow him space to slide the towel underneath your lower half. You sucked in a sharp breath, the sting and discomfort of the rough material against your ass.

Jake crawled back over top of you, shoving your legs apart and resting on his knees in between them. He slid the vibrator out of his back pocket once more, tossing it down next to him. You’d finally calmed down, no more tears streaming down your cheeks, and your breathing had gone back to normal speed.

“Here’s the deal, princess: You probably won’t cum tonight and honestly, I probably won’t fuck you.” You mouth gaped in utter shock. Now, this… This is what you’d really consider punishment. “Fucking is a reward, and you were far from a good girl earlier today.” Jake tsked, shaking his head in disappointment.

A lump formed in your throat, a couple of stray tears slipping down your cheeks as your eyes closed. ‘There was no way he’s being serious’ you thought, trying to hold back the sob that was creeping it’s way up your throat.

“But…” Jake started, “I suppose this could be your chance to make up for it…”

The relief that came over you was unreal and if you would have been blinking away tears for any longer, you would have missed the flash of amusement on Jake’s face - But it was gone, just as quickly as it appeared.

Jake leaned forward, his nose bumping yours. “As long as you don’t cum, I might fuck you absolutely stupid. Just like you said you needed me to, back in that hallway earlier…”

“Please, Jake, please. I promise I won’t cum until you say so, I’ll do anything. I’ll be so good for you, I promise!” You rambled, immense desire taking over you in ways it never had before. You always longed for Jake, ached for him… But this was a whole new level. You couldn’t see how you would ever come back from it.

“My bad girl. Already begging me like a needy little baby.” he sneered, pushing your legs apart further. The familiar sounds of the vibe filled your ears and you began preparing yourself for the pure hell he was surely about to put you through.

“Tell me your color.”

“Still green,” you replied. As soon as the words left you, the painfully familiar vibrations took over your soaked core. You’d have to thank Jake for the towel he laid beneath you later… Or in the morning. There was no way you would be even half coherent, after Jake was done with you.

“Oh, god…” your hips bucked, grinding into the buzzing toy.

“You’re so wet, angel… You must fucking love this, huh? Me punishing you like the bad little girl you are.” Jake’s words just egged you on, making nearly your entire body throb and pulsate with need.

He reached up with his free up, taking one of you nipples between his fingers and pinching down until a strangled cry ripped from your lungs.

“Goddamnit, Jake!” You were already close. You debated not telling Jake, but there would really be hell to pay if you lied to him. Besides, Jake knew your body damn near better than his own - you don’t even have to tell him you’re close.

“You’re close already?” he cooed, tone seeping in a fake sweetness that made you weak. “Too bad I have to take it away.”

Another pathetic sob rumbled out of your tight chest. A thin layer of Sweat had started to form again over your face and chest. Despite the way you wanted to hate all of this, you loved it… Mostly. You promised Jake you’d be a good girl, in hopes that he would eventually have mercy and give you what you want. That was the only thing keeping you (partially) in one piece.

Five more denied orgasms later and you were reeling. Sobbing. Your body convulsed, shuttered and shook in ways Jake didn’t even know were possible. Hell, in ways that you didn’t know were possible and it’s your body.

“Look at you… A wrecked little mess. Is it too much for you? Want me to stop?” Jake relentlessly taunted. You had really, really started to become a wreck when Jake’s fingers were added to the mix. Prodding and teasing that sweet spot inside you mercilessly, as the vibrations continued their own torture against your now extremely hyper-sensitive clit.

Tiptoeing dangerously close to your limit, you decided to let Jake know that you were starting to really losing endurance.

“J-Jake, yellow.” It came out choked, but you managed to get enough power behind it to let him know you were serious. Jake’s eyes were on yours in an instant, the vibrator being immediately done away with. His fingers stilled inside you, as he began to asses your current state further. “What do you need me to do, baby? Do you want me to untie you?”

“No… No I don’t want you to, I just… just…” you were still struggling to calm down all the way. Jake removed his fingers from you, causing you to whimper.

“Shhh, hush, Y/N. Just breath for a minute…” You followed Jake’s breathing, letting him guide you back down to a more normal level.

Once you relaxed, he returned the attention back to whatever it was you wanted to say. “Now, what is it you were gonna say, angel?”

“I need you inside me, please. I need you so badly, I can’t take anymore. I’ve been such a good girl for you, please, Jakey, please!” You sobbed, all your efforts in calming down being tossed out the window.

“Hey, hey… Calm down.” Jake’s voice was stern, but still gentle. “Need you to calm down, so I can finally make that pretty cunt feel good. Is that what you want? Want my cock inside you?”

“Yes, Jake, please..” You breathed out. A small smile, fucked-out smile took over your face before you spoke again. “Fuck me stupid, Jakey.”

He smirked down at you, shaking his head at your words. “Just remember, You asked.”

Jake stood up from the bed, taking his sweatpants and boxers off and climbing back over top of you. He was slowly slipping back into his dominant side.

“Let’s try this again, shall we? Color?”

“Green…ish. Green, if you let me cum.” you negotiated and he chuckled dryly, his previous antics returning a little bit.

“We’ll see,” was all he gave you. “Let’s just see how well you can take what I’m about to give you first.”

With that, Jake shoved your legs apart, hooking one over each shoulder. This was not a position he put you in often, as it always ended in you coming undone quicker than you could even process. It was a move he saved for nights when he wanted to give you multiple, quick orgasms.

“Oh, fucking hell-“ you whined as Jake pushed himself all the way in.

“Damn, you’re so wet. All this torture I’ve put you through… It must not be that bad, you’ve fucking soaked this towel.” Jake’s fingers just barely grazed the towel underneath you, feeling little pools of your wetness all over it.

“All for you, Jake. It’s all for you.”

You reached up for him, fingers grasping at the back of his neck, his hair still barely hanging on to the bun he’d tied it in -at this point- hours ago.

He started slow, gliding in and out of you, filling the decently sized room with the obscene sounds of your drenched cunt.

“Harder, Jake. Faster.” You tried to demand, but he quickly shut you down. “No. You’re gonna take what I fucking give you. I’m still not ready for you to cum yet.”

“Don’t make me get bratty again,” you chided. The cold, humorless laugh that sounded from Jake sent chills up your spine.

“I fucking dare you, brat. Try me. I’ll stop right now.” He shot back, grabbing your jaw with a debilitating grip. He began to pick up his pace out of frustration.

“You wanna keep being a brat? I’ll still treat you like one. Open your mouth.” He let one of your legs drop off his shoulder, giving him way to lean down over your face. You opened your mouth wide for him, moaning loudly when he spit directly into it. “Swallow it.”

“Kiss me, Jake. Please, please kiss me.” you begged him, once you ever so willingly swallowed down his spit.

“Fuck no, you don’t deserve to kiss me yet.” he spat, hooking his arm under your lower back and flipping you over.

Jake slammed back into you, pounding into you so hard that you were sure it would bruise you, even more than you already were. The slight pain of his hips snapping into your still sore ass, only intensified all the feelings of euphoric bliss you were feeling. That horribly well-known feeling returned to the deepest depths of your stomach, just screaming to finally be allowed to release. Jake could feel you clenching around him and he groaned loudly.

Without any warning, Jake’s calloused hand came down against you, an animalistic noise tearing it’s way out of your throat. “I haven’t said you can cum yet. You better not.”

“J-Jacob! Fuck!-“ you cried, wincing in discomfort, but that twisted part of you absolutely loved it. Craved it. “H-harder!”

“Harder?? You sure about that?” he smirked, hand still soothing over the raw skin that he’d hit. You nodded quickly, shoving your face into the pillow in preparation for the sounds that were without a doubt about to spill out of you. And just as you expected, Jake’s hand cracked against you again. The pillow barely helping to muffle your scream.

You wanted all this pain and pleasure to just break you in half. Completely tear you to shreds. Little, fucked-out, shreds. Your hands gripped at Jake’s guitar strap for dear life. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were praying you wouldn’t snap it in two.

Wanting to have clear view of your face, with a dull, (but still there) fear in the back of his mind that you would safeword, Jake flipped you back over. Your face was red and tear stained, eyes red and watery, yet you still pleaded with him to keep going. Wanting Jake to bend you completely to his will.

“Ca-can I- cum, please, J-Jake?!” You hiccuped, locking your legs around his merciless, fuck-god hips.

“You want it that bad?“ He questioned, looking straight into your soul. He was all you knew in this moment. Nobody and nothing else. Only Jake. “Huh?!” He raised his voice, fighting to be heard over how loud you were.

“Damnit, yes!” you practically screeched, a seriousness to your tone that Jake took notice of. The burning in the pit of your stomach was over taking you, clawing it’s way through your entire body.

“Fuck it,” Jake rasped, close enough himself to just let you go. “Do it. Fucking soak me. Cum all over me, right now.”

It was as if your body was simply waiting for his permission. Every blood cell, every fiber, all of you being overtaken by it so many sensations all at once. You could feel yourself going numb. Vision going black and the sound of Jake’s voice fading entirely out. An ear shattering scream that Jake had to silence with his hand - out of fear that whoever was on either side of the walls would think he was hurting you, was the last thing you remembered before everything just stopped.

•

“Hey there, gorgeous. You had me worried there for a minute.” Jake smiled, caution and worry etched over his features.

You took in the fact that his hair was now down and he was mostly clothed, as you regained your full vision. Feeling in your body started to return; you were completely dry, glancing down to see a clean pair of panties covering you. He was cradling you securely in his arms, fingers tips tracing over your shoulder.

You began to giggle softly, realization of what happened hitting you.

“What is it, angel?” Jake asked, smile widening and breaking into soft giggles right along with you.

“Did I pass out?” You giggled even more, hand lazily flying up to smack over your face.

“Hey, take it easy-“ Jake laughed, pulling your hand away carefully. “-But yea, you did.”

“Wow… When you said you were gonna “Fuck me ‘til I faint from so much pleasure.” I didn’t think you were serious.” You said breathlessly.

“Now you will also know not to underestimate me.” He shrugged against you, still grinning wildly.

“I’m sorry, Jake…” you became completely serious, lending a sincere apology to your man.

“Shhh, I forgive you, baby. We’ll talk more in the morning, okay? Get some sleep.” He pulled you in closer, kissing your lips tenderly.

“Jakey?”

“Hmm?” He hummed, placing kisses against your cheek.

“That was incredible.”

•

You and Jake had spent the morning talking things over, holding each ot her and being lazy as ever. Everyone was forgiven and yesterday’s events were to be left just as that; yesterday’s events.

There was one more show tonight, before you all were to load back up on the actual buses and take off to the next city.

“We have to get up soon, angel.” Jake sighed, clearly not wanting to get out of the comfort of the sheets and both of your tangled limbs.

“Now may be a good time to see if I can even walk…” You half joked and he chuckled darkly. Upon waking up that morning, you’d noticed slight discomfort and soreness in your legs and lower back. Definitely more than you’d ever felt after sex with Jake, but that was the roughest he’d ever gotten with you, so it was expected.

“Might just have to carry you around.” he joked back, placing a kiss to the side of your head. “Come on, let’s get you up.”

Jake shoved the blankets off, forcing himself to get up and out of the bed with an exaggerated groan that made you laugh. “There’s no way you could be in worse shape than me.” you jested, pushing the blankets away from your body. Revealing the obnoxious amount of dark hickeys and a few other (consensual) marks that Jake had left behind. He made his way around to your side of the bed, eyes grazing over said marks and bruises.

“If these are any inference… I’d say you really might not be able to walk.” Jake smirked, fingers ghosting over a couple large, dark purple hickeys on your neck and chest. He reached for your hand, securing it in his and gently guided you upright to start.

Your face contorted in discomfort, but not any serious pain.

“What hurts, baby?” Jake raised his brows, taking notice of the discomfort in your expression.

“It doesn’t “hurt” exactly,” you corrected, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. The insides of your thighs were noticeably sore, from Jake’s hips snapping relentlessly against you. It was a memory that you would definitely be replaying constantly.

“-It’s just sore.” You assured him, taking his other hand. Bracing yourself, you slid off of the bed, wincing with a laugh of disbelief when you tried to stand up all the way.

“Shit, you really did a number on me, Jakey.” you continued to laugh, letting go of his hands a grabbing his biceps instead. Jake wobbled around with you as you straightened yourself up.

“That’s what you get..” Jake grumbled to himself, just loud enough for you to still hear. You swatted at his arm, trying to bite back a smile. “Yeah, yeah.”

“I think I got it, babe.” you told Jake, letting go of him.

“Are you sure??” He asked, full of skepticism.

“I’m positive,” you promised, trying to push away the prominent soreness that you could undeniably still feel.

Jake stepped away from you, watching you with an amused grin as you walked around him and towards the bathroom. Before long, he was breaking down in a fit of giggles and you turned around abruptly to face him.

“I-I’m sorry,” Jake choked out through his fit of giggles. “You just look like a little penguin!” He broke down again and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Ha ha. Last I checked you’re the reason I’m walking like this.” You crossed your arms, but couldn’t help the smile that took over your lips.

“Well,” Jake shrugged. “If you weren’t such a bad girl yesterday, you’d be walking just fine.” He chided playfully, finally calming down.

You turned back around to finish your track towards the bathroom, Ignoring Jake’s little snicker from behind you as you hobbled away.

•

You entered the venue hand-in-hand with Jake, trying (but honestly failing) to walk normally.

“Jesus christ!” Sam was the first to notice how awkward you looked trying to walk, doubling over in obnoxious laughter.

“Shut up,” you muttered, hiding your face in Jake’s shoulder.

Sam came up for air, only to break down again at he caught site of the hickeys littering your collarbones.

“Oh, this is just too good!” he cackled.

“Sam what are on abo- holy shit…” Danny’s eyes were wide and he pulled his lip between his teeth to hold back his smile.

“Alright, that’s enough, Samuel. Let’s not get too carried away.” Jake gave him a look, silently reminding him about yesterday and Sam gathered himself, quieting down.

“Eh, what’s a few little hickeys,” Danny shrugged, oblivious to yesterday’s escapades. You snickered yourself, causing Jake to chuckle.

Danny walked back to whatever it was he was doing, before all the commotion started and Sam walked over to you and Jake.

“At least you didn’t completely break her,” Sam chuckled, shoving Jake’s shoulder.

“I wouldn’t say that… He almost did.” You huffed a laugh, goosebumps forming over your skin as flashbacks flooded your mind.

“Well, you know what they say, angel…” Jake glanced down at you with a dead serious expression. You quirked a brow, waiting for him to finish.

“A hard head makes for a soft ass.”

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 2 years

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[7:14 pm]

(cw: food)

“I can’t wait to get this cake! I’ve heard so much about this, no one has had anything bad to say about it,” Jaemin excitedly told you. He had been excitedly devoured his meal before the dessert, shoveling the food into his mouth to get to dessert faster.

He started listing off all the good things he heard about the cake: it was so fluffy, moist, the frosting was light, tasted like heaven. “I mean if this many people have told me about it, it has to be true,” he added, eyes locked on every waiter that passed by.

Just a few minutes later the slice of cake was placed in front of Jaemin. Two perfect layers of white cake, an even, smooth layer of frosting, tiny peaks of frosting to decorate, and finally, a beautiful strawberry half to finish off the cake.

He was staring at the cake, you could practically hear his thoughts. You could hear him complaining about how the single half of strawberry was ruining the cake. The longer you looked at him the more you noticed that he was squinting, was one of his eyes twitching?

When you thought he was going to voice his complains, he took a deep breath, scooped up the strawberry and leaned over the table to feed it to you.

“Why do you look so shocked? Open your mouth, let me feed you,” Jaemin ordered.

You complied, eating the strawberry, still cautious of his unusual but sweet action.

“Don’t look at me like that, don’t you like strawberries?” Jaemin asked.

You nodded, “Yeah...”

“Did you not want it?”

“I never said that, but you hate strawberries so I thought you would send it back for a whole new piece of cake.”

“That would be a waste of otherwise perfectly good cake, especially when I know you like strawberries. It tastes like heaven now,” He dreamily sighed.

Though you and Jaemin hadn’t been dating for long, he had his many cute and thoughtful moments that showed you how much he truly cared for you. Always offering you a sip of his coffee before he had any, bringing all your favorite snacks for movie nights, the strawberry was just another action to show you how much he cared for you. This small act of service was just another action that made you fall more in love with Jaemin.

When Jaemin walked you to your door he wished you a goodnight, promised to text you when he got home, and gave you a big hug. When you pulled away and puckered your lips for a kiss.

But you didn’t get one. “I hate to do this, like it physically hurts my heart, but I know the last thing you ate was the strawberry and I don’t want to associate your kisses with something I hate.”

You groaned loudly, unlocking your door, “Good night Jaemin.”

He stepped in quickly, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he finally headed home for the night, “Good night, honey.”

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #jaemin imagines #jaemin fluff #jaemin blurbs #jaemin timestamps #jaemin x reader

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vintagemoon1 · 11 months

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8:27 pm

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ; fluff

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ; gn! reader wanted to get something to eat for their lover as he was busy. they didn't know they would crash into a wall whilst chasing a thief.

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ; mentions of blood. lowercase letters intented. second person pov. established relationship.

word count ; 766

a/n ; my first work! i know it's not the best rn but i promise the others will be much much better!

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"hey babe?" you raise your head from his shoulder as you take a peek at what he is doing. your boyfriend, yeonjun, had been working for 2 hours straight without any break. so you had an idea.

"yeah?" he responds, moving slightly, making you untangle yourself from him.

"i'm going to a convenience store. want me to get you something?" you ask, getting up from your place beside the couch as you put on a coat seeing it is raining outside.

he stops for a second before looking up at you, furrowing his eyebrows as he takes a glance outside. his expression tells you everything you need to know.

you sigh, dropping your hand from the door knob, trudging towards him. "hey, i'll be fine, alright?" you take his face into your hands, leaning over to press a small peck on his lips which had formed a pout. "now, tell me, what do you want?"

"just some fruits please? and another kiss?" he requests, puckering his lips, making you chuckle as you press another peck on his lips. you walk towards the door, grabbing an umbrella before you leave.

"i love you!" you exclaim before going to the nearest convenience store.

you sigh, looking around with your eyes squinting. you come to a halt as you realise something.

you forgot your glasses.

sighing and shaking your head at yourself, you continue to walk to the store. it is not a big deal, right? the rain is already blurring your vision. you know you could've ordered food but taking a walk in the rain had never felt so peaceful.

your lips form a smile as you reach the store after a while of walking. you close your umbrella, putting it in the rack as you go inside.

you search for something to fill your and your lover's stomach as he's been quite busy the whole day. you buy some fruits like yeonjun requested and go to the counter, greeting the cashier by bowing which they return.

after paying, you reach outside just in time to see someone, or more like a child, taking your umbrella away. you walk faster towards them, tapping them on the shoulder. "hi, um, i think you might've picked the wrong umbrella." you say, pursing your lips. the child sighs before they turn back, sprinting with all their might. you exclaim before chasing them with the stuff in your hand.

"hey!" you sprint, almost slipping because of the wet ground.

they make a turn in an alley and you follow. as soon as you make a turn, you crash into a wall in front of you, your head coming in contact with the gravel wall. you stumble back from the hard impact.

sighing, you look up, bringing a hand to cover your eyes, you realise they jumped over the wall. you click your tongue, deciding to walk back to your house.

after reaching your house, you ring the bell, indicating yeonjun that you are back. you blink rapidly, shaking your head, making the water splatter everywhere.

the second the door opens, you are rushed inside.

"babe, what happened? you're bleeding!" your lover exclaims, checking your forehead.

"huh?" you let out in confusion, you didn't notice you are bleeding. you bring up your hand to your forehead, flinching back as you grasp the fact that you are indeed bleeding.

"come with me." he says, lacing your fingers with his as he quite literally drags you to the bathroom. "sit." he orders, picking you up as you let out a gasp at his sudden action. he makes you sit on the counter before fetching the medical tool box.

he dabs the cotton with the liquid before he slowly cleans the blood on your forehead. you make a frown, wondering how you got hurt.

was this because of the wall?

"what wall?" your lover's voice snaps you out of your trance as you register that you said it out loud.

you then proceed to tell him the whole story as he listens, putting a band-aid on your forehead, leaning towards it to place a kiss on it.

"i kissed it better." he sends you a cheeky smile, wiggling his eyebrows towards you, making a laugh leave your throat. "be careful next time. i don't like seeing you get hurt." he scolds you.

"understood, mother." you stifle a laugh at his expression. "i love you." you whisper in his ear, retreating back to see his face. ears red and a ray of sunshine painting his face. he leans towards your ear and whispers, "i love you too."

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#moonposts!#txt #tomorrow by together imagine #yeonjun #yeonjun x reader #kpop #yeonjun imagines #choi yeonjun

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l0ve-persevering · 2 years

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Hermitcraft Drabble :D

long post ahead (i sure hope it does)

whooo boy this ones kinda weird but here we go:

TikTok Has arrived on Hermitcraft! As well as other trends that take Season 9 by storm, one has particularly caught on: ‘I kissed my best friend’.

feel free to continue/continue this au, (though please tag me i wanna see)

it was just a concept that I HAD to write out cus it was eating me alive. Enjoy :)

contains:

Mumbo/Grian (but platonic), Etho/Bdubs, Cleo & JoeHills (PLATONIC.), Ren/Doc, Keralis/Xisuma and Grian/Scar

Fluff. All fluff.

Lil smooches but not very detailed.

MUMBO AND GRIAN

Its the first thing Grian does when seeing Mumbo back on the server

Literally. the first.

Mumbo climbs out of the server portal sipping a lil milk tea boba with tapioca cus duh.

Scar (subtly filming) and Grian are waiting for him at Spawn when he climbs out, a sideways smile on his face

and Woah!! music starts playing!!

And Mumbo’s smile drops because music and grian are never good signs.

He still has not forgotten that mumbo for mayor song.

And as the beat drops, grian leans forward (pinching mumbos cheeks) and gives him a nice big peck on the lips.

Mumbo is in shock.

And promptly spits out his drink.

Right into Grian’s face.

Grian, to his credit, is not at all offended and rolling on the floor laughing, propped up my scar’s legs who is pretty much bent over, yelling about how he got it on camera, whilst Mumbo is apologising profusely (his moustache is quivering) which makes Grian laugh even more.

ETHUBS :DDD

Bdubs quickly catches onto Grian’s antics (who has been around the server kissing�� pretty much everyone (he has been punched multiple times) and then shows Mumbo’s reaction.

So, as he starts playing the song, he’s not surprised to see the sheer unbridled terror in Etho’s eyes as he rapidly turns around, scanning for Grian.

He squints his eyes suspiciously when his eyes land on Bdubs.

Who is simply beaming.

Bdubs slowly approaches him and- devs why is Etho’s face on fire??

On the beat drop, Bdubs leans towards him, all puckered up and-

“Thats when you’re supposed to lean in, too y’know,” He squints at Etho, who’s just standing there.

“Want me to shut my eyes? I can close my eyes.”

So he stands there. Eyes screwed up, pouting. Etho takes a picture and walks away (he later sends it to Iskall (threatening him on the stakes that he would never base near him again to not send it to anyone else).

He can hear Bdubs shouting in the distance.

So later, when the sky is dark and the mask is traded in for bunny slippers, he creeps up the stairs of Bdubs’ monolith (obelisk? i cant remember) and gives him a kiss on the forehead, only letting out a groan when firm hands pulls him into bed, and when Bdubs spoke, his voice was think with sleep.

“You’d better kiss me proper this time, because if you woke me up just for that you’d best start runnin’”

Oh, and what could Etho do but oblige.

JOE AND CLEO

Cleo was sick of the music. Also sick of the remixed music that included several punching noises, grians yelps and cleo’s swear words that seemed to just play around her base whenever Joe was near.

But one day, Joe appeared around the corner with a little less pizazz than she was used to, and as he looked at her, he hit a button on his com, and a softer, sweeter cover of it started playing.

“You now? Really?” She tsked at him, though held out her arms for a slow dance. And though she rolled her eyes when he kissed her on the cheek, she allowed it, twirling him out and dipping him just like they used to in their season 8 castle.

(and if she kissed him back, then no one really needed to know, did they).

REN AND DOC

Doc bites the inside of his cheek, brow furrowed, as he stares down at the quest shard.

This was one of Grian’s fake priority quests, no doubt.

A quest that would make fun of Ren, take diamonds from him and make him all flustered all in one go?

He hums thoughtfully, pocketing the quest (and the hefty diamond prize.) Though Grian had never explicitly said he was against the king (yet), Doc had been on enough seasons with him that he know he was up to something.

And it wasn’t like he was even a citizen, so could he really commit treason? Nope.

It was more like he was waging war.

Besides there was always… something going on with him and Ren. They’d never done anything, per say, but it had always felt like a bit of an inevitability.

He met Ren outside the crastle, who scowled at him as he arrived.

“Doc,” (his tone cold and harsh)

The creeper didn’t say anything, simply throwing Ren the shard and tilting his head.

“I didn’t write this-”

“Pretty desperate, huh?”

“Why are you even doing this quest then?”

“Maybe I need the diamonds,” Doc almost chuckles from his own defence. (Of course he doesn’t need diamonds)

Ren doesn’t seem convinced (as in he sees right through him)

Doc blushes clears his throat because he cant believe he's stooped to this level but he sets up his comm anyway, offering Ren his hand.

“Who says we can’t have that enemies to lovers arc, huh?” Ren smirks as Doc kisses his forehead.

They dance to no music for longer than Doc cares to admit.

KERALIS AND X SHESHWAMY

The music starts playing in the middle of the shopping district, as though someone (probably Brian) had rigged a network of jukeboxes under the very streets and lay in wait for their unsuspecting victim(s). Keralis grabs X’s gloved hand, dragging him behind as he sprints for a safer place to take off

“C’mon, Sheshwamy, we gotta get out of here!” He hisses.

X, with surprising strength, pulls Keralis under a bridge, and they crouch there, listening for any telltale fireworks.

Keralis eventually creeps out, and though the music is still playing, he doesn’t see any Brians flying about looking for kisses, so he goes back to let his Sheshwam know.

Who has his mask off, cheeks pink and grinning lightly at Keralis’ wide (wider) eyes and agape mouth.

“I know its not something I’d usually do,” He says nervously, (and wow Keralis forgets how gorgeous Sheshwam is without his mask (not that he isn’t gorgeous with his mask), his eyes needing to adjust to the beauty. “But-”

Keralis interrupts him by wrapping his arms around Sheshwamy and kissing him hard. X resiprocates happily, moving his arms down to hug Keralis’ hips.

When they finally broke apart, Keralis’ grin matched Bdub’s and X was flushed.

“If that was just for fun, Keralis, I will-”

“Sheshwam, look into my eyes and ask yourself that question again.”

SCAR AND GRIAN

They were at Scar’s starter base when It happens.

Grian’s over, hanging out with (pestering) Scar as he sketches out blueprints, only occasionally giving him actually useful feedback.

(Others are slightly more questionable, such as holding a contest to see who the best princess would be and rigging it so Doc would win)

(he's pretty sure Doc would win anyway)

He’s simply sitting on Scar’s desk, swinging his desk and choosing songs at random to play as Scar works, and he suddenly lands on a song that’s not been heard on the server in a few weeks for no reason.

after an intervention was called.

Scar just smiles, drumming his fingers along to the beat.

“This is where people run y’know,” Grian jokes, a blush coating his face.

Scar smiles along, still engrossed in his work, though the tip of his ears were bright red, “I’ve never ran from you before, have I?”

(This, Grian could correct plenty. Every little skirmish they’ve had had usually ended with Scar scampering off with his tail between his legs.

But. but, not in Life. Not when it got Real. Not when he felt sick, not when Scar was busy - because he’d make time for Grian. He didn’t run when Grian joined a cult last season (albeit for not very long), he didn’t run when the earth beneath them flung itself in the air. He never ran when Grian needed him.)

Did Grian need him now?

(His fingers grazed the underneath of Scar’s chin and he finally looked up.

Scar and his emerald green eyes.

He shuffles closer, tilting Scar closer and he can feel his breath on his nose and see his smile - dazzling - closer than ever, and-)

yes. Grian needs this.

So he closes the gap, and Scar’s grin only grows wider.

BOOM there you go, I know people aren’t written great but I’m busy and don’t have time to watch some hermits so am kinda rusty haha

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johnsbleu · 2 years

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 139

warnings: none hmh masterlist

Peeking into Ronan’s room, you see that she’s still fast asleep in her crib, so you head downstairs to get some coffee. You pour yourself a mug of it, pour maybe a little too much creamer in it (John will definitely give you shit about it), then you walk over to living room and look out as the snow falls down. You notice birds flying back and forth to the bird feeder, but the food is running low. When you take your walk with John and Ronan in a bit, you’ll get some seed to fill it up. Looking over your shoulder, you smile when you see John coming downstairs, and he immediately walks over to you and wraps his arms around you tight.

“Good morning,” he whispers, his voice deep and soft from sleep, then he kisses your cheek a few times, “Merry Christmas.”

You inhale deeply and tilt your head back, “Merry Christmas.”

John perks up when he sees that you have coffee in your hand, and you hand it up to him so he can have a sip. He scrunches his face up and gags, sticking out his tongue out as he hands it back.

“Did you put the whole bottle of creamer in there?” he laughs, and you let out a small laugh as you set it down on the table. “Wow…”

Called it.

“I put a little too much, but I didn’t want to waste the coffee.” you laugh, picking it up to take another sip. You squint one eye as you swallow it, and John shakes his head. “Okay, yeah, I should dump it out.”

John laughs as he nudges your chin, “Let’s go get some new coffee. Watcha thinkin’ for breakfast?”

You follow behind John to the kitchen, then you pour your coffee out, “Well, Ro is going to get a wonderful breakfast of milk.”

“What? No eggs and toast for her? No big breakfast buffet?”

“Nope, maybe by next Christmas,” you say, and John chuckles. “Uh, anyway, I know we have some cinnamon rolls that I bought at the bakery yesterday.”

John nods as he walks over to you and smiles, “Why don’t we just do that?”

“Sounds perfect,” you whisper as John leans down to kiss you. You close your eyes and press your lips to his as you wrap your arms around his neck, smiling when he hugs you tight, “Merry Christmas.”

“Can’t believe this is our third Christmas,” he says, and you lean back against the counter and laugh, “And our first as parents.”

You laugh quietly, “This time last year I was stressing out how I was going to get away from you long enough to take a pregnancy test.”

“Wow,” John looks around as he thinks, then he nods, “Seems so long ago but not at the same time. It didn’t even cross my mind that you could be pregnant. I mean, I had hoped obviously, but that day, it didn’t even cross my mind.”

“Good!” you laugh as you look up at him, “I’m so glad that you were so surprised, and I’m so glad that we have a bathroom in the basement because there’s no way you wouldn’t have heard me. I was like, screaming and crying into my hand. You saw it from the video obviously.”

John chuckles as he cups your face, squeezing your cheeks in to pucker your lips, “It was cute.”

“I can’t believe she’s almost four months old. In two weeks, she’ll be four months, how the hell do we have a four month old baby?”

John shakes his head as he laughs, “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know where the time is going either. It’s flying by.”

Looking up at John, you hold his gaze for a moment before you look down and play with his fingers, “I got you a few things, do you want to open them first?”

“Uh,” John looks over at the baby monitor and nods his head, “Yeah, she’s still asleep. There’s a few things I have for you too.”

You smile as you look up at John, “Did Santa like his cookies last night?”

“He most certainly did,” he whispers in your ear as you laugh.

“I meant the actual cookies, Wick.”

John laughs, “Yes, he did. Can’t wait for Ronan to be old enough to know about Santa and we can decorate and make it look like he was here.”

“It’ll be the best.”

Last night before bed, you realized that you never even put cookies out for Santa. Obviously Ronan is too little to understand the concept of Santa, but hey, it’s your first Christmas as parents. You completely forgot to get cookies for Santa, so you got a box out of the cabinet and set them on a plate with some milk. John was happy enough to eat the cookies, but they ended up being a little stale. He didn’t mind, of course.

John walks over to turn on lights on the tree while you get the fireplace started, then you walk over and sit on the couch with him. You lean your head against his shoulder as the two of you sit in silence and listen to the sound of the fire place crackling and the faint Christmas music coming from the stereo, and you start to smile when John wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“It really is so weird to think about Christmas last year,” you whisper as you close your eyes, “I was so damn nervous to take a pregnancy test. I wasn’t nervous to tell you, of course. I knew you wanted a baby just as bad as me, but…”

“Yeah,” John nods, looking down at you, “You didn’t want it to be negative.”

You nod, “But we got our little Christmas miracle.”

“I honestly don’t know how you didn’t tell me right away.” John laughs as he looks over at you, “I don’t think you’ll be able to last the next time.”

“Oh, hell no. I’ll maybe be able to last the day, two at the most. But yeah, definitely not waiting longer than I need to next time,” you say, then you shake your head, “I’m not just gonna blurt it out though. I still want it to be a special surprise for you.”

John smiles, “Yeah, I like that.”

“Baby number two is…a long ways from now though.”

“Definitely,” John nods, then he exhales, “Already got my hands full with you and Ro. I don’t think I can handle another baby right now, definitely can’t handle you pregnant again.”

You laugh loudly as you sit up and shove his shoulder as he laughs, and he pulls you into his arms and holds you as he lays down on the couch with you in his embrace.

“I’m just kidding. You were honestly perfect during your pregnancy.”

“Oh, you’re definitely remembering wrong. I was insufferable!” you say, and John firmly shakes his head as you sit up a little, “Jonathan, I cried over everything, craved every donut in Nassau County, and did not smell my best.”

John laughs, “Yeah, you were quite stinky towards the end there.”

“Hey! She was sitting on my organs!” you say as John laughs, “Don’t get me started on smells, Wick.”

“Okay, okay!” he laughs, then he pulls you down to lay with him, “But you really weren’t as bad as you think you were. Plus, I don’t know if you know this or not, but you were the sexiest pregnant woman I’ve ever seen.”

You let out a small laugh, “Well, what about now?”

“Now you’re the sexiest non-pregnant woman.” he says, and you cock up your eyebrow, “I mean that. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

“I’m sure glad you think so, because I think you’re pretty damn sexy yourself.”

John laughs as he pulls you closer, and you lay on his chest and lean down to make out with him for a bit while you can have each other to yourselves.

Ronan is currently bundled up all nice and warm for your mid-morning walk, and she looks so cute in her stroller as you push her down the street. You smile as you look down at her, then you stop and reach down to tuck the blanket around her more before you look over your shoulder at John with Bleu.

John looks up at you and laughs, “He can’t find the perfect place to piss, I guess.”

“So picky,” you joke, then you lean down to talk to Ronan, “Hi, pretty girl. Are you so excited for Christmas? You can’t eat anything or open anything, so that’s no fun, but you can look!”

You look back at John as he walks over to you, then he wraps his arm around your waist and leans over to kiss your temple before the two of you continue down the street and around the corner back to your house. John waves at a family building a snowman in the front yard since you got some fresh snow last night, and you wave at them when they look at you.

John laughs when he sees Jimmy outside with Finn as he pulls him around in a sled, “Merry Christmas.”

Jimmy looks up and waves, “Hey! Merry Christmas. Tess just went to your house.”

You look over as Tess comes down your driveway, and she smiles and waves as she quickly rushes over to hug you. You stumble back a little, then you laugh when she leans down and smiles at Ronan.

“Hello, gorgeous!” she smiles, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “What time are you guys going to mom’s?”

“Pretty soon. I made that hash brown dish that John and Jimmy love and put it in the oven just before our walk.”

Jimmy perks up and pushes his stocking cap out of the way, “Did you say hash browns?”

“Yeah, she made a huge pan,” John says, then he laughs as he looks over at you, “I am stuffing my face tonight.”

Tess looks over at you and smirks, but you put your hand up and push Ronan’s stroller away before she can say something inappropriate, which causes Tess to laugh.

“I should go check on it. We’ll be at mom’s in a bit.” you say, and Tess waves at you before she kneels down in the snow next to Jimmy and Finn.

You push Ronan’s stroller up the driveway as John straggles behind you since he’s still talking to Tess and Jimmy, but you just want to get Ronan inside since it’s a little cold. Her little nose is so pink from the cold, so you definitely want to get her warmed up.

Opening the door, you look back to see John let Bleu off his leash and bolt into the yard, and you smile when you hear John laughing at Bleu when he rolls around in the snow. You close the door to keep the cold out, then you immediately reach down and get Ronan out so you can warm her up.

“Oh, goodness, you’re so cold.” you grab her blanket and wrap her up in it, then you walk over and sit down on the floor near the fireplace. You place Ronan in your lap so her back is resting against your chest, then you lean forward a little and see her look at the fireplace as the fire slowly dies down. “We gotta get you warmed up.”

John exhales loudly when he comes through the door, then he laughs when he sees you sitting with Ronan in your lap by the fireplace. He sits down behind you and wraps his arms around you and Ronan, and you shiver when you feel how cold his cheeks are.

Since you didn’t open presents earlier, you figure you might as well do it now. Ronan obviously can’t open them, but you’re excited to see what stuff John got for her.

“Should we open some stuff now?”

“Yeah,” John smiles, then he kisses your cheek before he stands up and helps you get up. He walks over to the tree while you sit down on the couch and place Ronan in your lap, then he comes over and sits next to you with a present. “For you, little lady.”

You smile as you look down at Ronan, then you reach over and pull the paper off a little before John rips the rest of it off since you have Ronan in your lap. He pulls the paper off and throws it to the floor, then he opens the box and reaches in to pull out some books.

“Ooh! Books! We love books, don’t we?” you say, and Ronan kicks her legs a little as she smiles. “These are great books, babe.”

John smiles proudly, “Thank you. Look how cool this one is. It’s a bathtub book. It’s black and white, but when you put it in the water, it becomes colorful.”

“Shit, I won’t lie, I’d like a book like that,” you say, and John laughs.

“I’m really excited about the one gift, so let me just get it and then we’ll just open everything.”

“Okay,” you smile as you look at him, then you reach for his hand and pull him over to kiss you before he gets up and gets the big box by the tree. You gasp quietly as you look down at Ronan, “Ro, it looks like daddy got you something big!”

John puts the box in front of you and smiles as he watches you reach forward to rip the paper from the box. You sit back and read the box; a jumper chair, then you look at John and laugh.

“Oh, she’s gonna go nuts for this!” you say, then you point at her legs, “She’s already kicking all the time. The legs don’t stop--it’s the Wick genes.”

“Yeah, I thought this jumper chair would be good for her!” he says, then he points at it, “I got her the rainforest one. I was going to get one of those that you hang in the door, but I’m worried that she’ll fall. She’s quite chunky, so I didn’t want her to…break it or something. I don’t know! I just don’t want her to get hurt.”

You nod, “Makes sense. She’s gonna love it.”

“I’ll get it set up for her later when we get home.” he smiles, and you nod your head as you hold his gaze. “You look so beautiful today.”

You scoff, “I haven’t even showered yet.”

“Still look beautiful,” he whispers, and you laugh quietly, “Can I get in on that shower with you in a bit?”

“Once she’s down for a nap, absolutely.” you laugh, then you look down at Ronan as she kicks her legs, “Dad! More presents!”

John chuckles as he gets up, “Okay, okay!”

Bouncing your knees, you look down at Ronan as she just sits in your lap, then you smile when John sets several presents on the coffee table that are for her. He grabs a small box and furrows his brow, then he holds it up and looks at you.

You nod, “For you!”

“I’m intrigued, it’s so small,” he laughs as he walks over to sit with you while he opens it. He pulls the paper off of it and pulls the top of it off, then he laughs, “What? These are so cool.”

You smile as John holds up the black knotted cufflinks, “You like them?”

“Yes, these are so cool,” he says, taking one out to look at it closer.

“You have so many cufflinks but when I went Christmas shopping with Tess, we stopped in this jewelry store to get something for Jimmy’s mom and I saw those. I didn’t even think, I just pointed and paid for them.” you laugh as John leans over to kiss your cheek, “We said we wanted to go on a fancy date, and I thought these would be perfect for it!”

John puts the cufflinks back and leans over to kiss you, “I love them. I can’t wait to wear them.”

“I’m glad.” you smile as he takes Ronan from you, then you shift on the couch. “What are you opening next, bug?”

Ronan babbles and looks up at you, then she scrunches her face up and sneezes a few times.

“Oh, bless you!” you laugh as you reach for a tissue to wipe the spit off her chin. She sneezes again as you and John laugh, then she lets out a little sigh as she leans back against her dad’s chest. “Oh, did that one really wear you out?”

“Is she getting a cold?”

You shrug, “I doubt it. She’s just a little sneezy today. I mean, if she is, we can take her in. It’s probably just the candle.”

Leaning forward, you put the cover on the candle to snuff out the flame, then you smile as you look over at Ronan flinging her arms around and nearly hitting John in the face. You laugh as John leans back and widens his eyes, then you get up to get her bib since she’s drooling a little today.

“Hey,” John points to the tree, “That tall box. Open that. Be careful, it might be kind of heavy.”

You walk over to the tall box wrapped in red Santa paper, then you pick it up and carry it to the couch. Just as you get ready to sit down, John stops you before he gets up.

“Wait, there’s another box that goes with it. Hold on,” John grabs the box in his left hand and holds Ronan in his right, then he sets it down and sits next to you, “Okay.”

“What the hell is in this? It’s like 4 feet tall.” you say, then you gasp, “Is it a new vacuum? A mop? That really cool vacuum mop combo I mentioned?”

John laughs, “No, I would never buy you that for a present. Who the hell would want cleaning stuff for Christmas?”

You pull the paper off of it expecting to see what it is from the box but it’s just a plain brown box. You lay it down on its side, then you look up at John as he grabs the scissors and quickly cuts the thick clear tape.

“I have no idea what this could be,” you laugh, then you pull out the puffy foam that is protecting it. You furrow your brow more, then you gasp, “No fucking way!”

John laughs, “You know what it is?”

You pull out more foam, then you laugh loudly, “It’s a gumball machine! John, I mentioned this years ago! Like…right when we started dating!”

After placing Ronan on her play-mat, John walks over and helps you get it set up. He gestures for you to open the other box in the meantime, and you laugh when you pull out a large bag of colorful gumballs.

“This is just like the one my grandma had. When she passed, there was an estate sale, and this was the first thing to go. Someone snatched it up right away. She had it in the basement where the grandkids always hung out. Next to it was a little bowl of pennies so we could get a gumball whenever we wanted. We thought it was the coolest thing ever!”

“It is the same,” John says, and you look over at him and widen your eyes, “I tracked down the person who bought it.”

You gasp, “No, you didn’t!”

“No, I didn’t.” he laughs as you shove his shoulder, “But your mom mentioned it. You had mentioned that you wanted a gumball machine so long ago, and when your mom mentioned it a few months ago, I remembered. You obviously never told me why you wanted one so bad though.”

You smile as John gets the gumball machine all set up, “Yeah, I mean, it was just us wanting gum when we were kids, but we thought it was so fucking cool. There’s pictures of Tess and I standing near it because we were so obsessed.”

“Your mom showed me the picture so I could get the same one,” he nods, and you laugh a little, “You were practically hugging it in the picture.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrug a little and gesture to the gumball machine, “It’s pretty cool.”

John nods his head, “It is pretty cool. It’ll look cool in the entryway.”

“Thank you.” you smile as you reach over to hug and kiss him, “This is so cool. Seriously.”

“I’m glad you like it.” he smiles, then he stands up and reaches for your hand to pull you up too. He hugs you tight in his arms and kisses your neck, then he smiles and leans back to look at you, “I love you, mouse.”

Letting out a small laugh, you nod and lean up to kiss him again, “I love you too.”

Ronan squeals loudly and cries as you and John look down at her, and she flails a little in place, so frustrated and sad to be left out. There’s nothing that girl loves more than getting snuggled by both of you. John reaches for her and picks her up, which immediately stops her crying.

“Oh, you just needed momma and daddy, huh?” he laughs, and Ronan begins to babble, “Oh, what’s that? You want more presents?”

You laugh as you tickle her belly before taking her, “Well then, hurry up, dad.”

Setting out some clothes on the bed, you bite your cheek and try to decide what you want to wear. The days of dresses and heels are over for now since soon you’ll be chasing Ronan around and trying to get whatever she’s not suppose to have in her hands. You don’t mind it, but you have to admit, you’ll really miss wearing sexy dresses and heels. And yes, John still gawks at you all the time, but you do miss the way he would make a huge deal about you when you wear a nice dress and some heels.

John’s hands on your waist pull you from your thoughts, and you lean back against his chest and close your eyes when he leans closer to your ear, “Shower?”

“Yeah,” you suck on your bottom lip and nod before you turn around and look at him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he lifts you up, then you cup his face in one hand as you kiss him endlessly. “I love that we can still find time.”

“Always,” John smiles as he sets you on the counter, then he moves to the shower and starts it. “I know you can’t help yourself.”

You scoff as you hop down and pull your shirt off, “Right, it’s me.”

John smiles and laughs as he gets the temperature just right, then he looks over at you and whistles when he sees you naked. He smiles when you pull him closer by his pants, then he leans down to kiss you as you push them down along with his boxers. He pulls his shirt over his head and closes his eyes when you slowly stroke him in your hand, and you lean up to kiss him again before you get in the shower.

Pushing you up against the wall, John kisses you passionately before he starts to kiss your neck and chest. You close your eyes and suck on your bottom lip as he moves lower, then he stands up and smiles when you open your eyes. He holds your gaze as he slides his hand between your legs, then he leans down to kiss you as you moan softly.

“Fuck,” you whisper as you look at him, reaching out to stroke him in your hand. You put your hand over your mouth as you begin to moan, then you look up at him and smile, “You’re amazing.”

John laughs as he lifts you up and pins you between his body and the wall, and he smiles as he slips between your legs, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you moan in the crook of his neck, “Take your time with me today.”

“Oh, I plan on it.”

Leaving the house usually results in you stopping at the end of the street and turning around because you forgot something, but thankfully you made it to your mom’s house in one shot. John got all of the presents packed in the car, and you got everything that Ronan will need for the rest of the day since you’ll probably be at your mom’s until at least 7 or 8 tonight.

As John pulls into the driveway, you see that Tess is already here, so you know Finn will be super excited to see Ronan even though he just saw her last night when you all went out to look at Christmas lights.

“You two get inside, I’ll grab everything.” John says, and you nod before you get out and walk around to get Ronan from her car seat.

Quickly heading inside, you smile when you’re greeted by Sadie who is so happy to see Bleu, and you hold Ronan with one arm as you try to get your shoes off. You decide to get her out of her snowsuit first, then you hang it up and look over when you see your mom coming to greet you.

“Hi,” you smile, then you hold up Ronan a little, “Can you take her?”

“Of course! What kind of silly question is that?” your mom says, and she kisses her cheek as she walks back into the living room.

The door opens behind you so you hop off to the side a little and look at John as he scrunches his eyebrows and looks at you in confusion.

“The floor is wet and I don’t want my socks to get wet.” you say, then you take off your shoes and quickly jump to the carpet as John laughs. You look up and watch as he sets the box of presents down, then he takes his shoes off and jumps over to the carpet next to you, and the two of you start to laugh.

You wrap your arm around John’s bicep when he gets the presents, then you walk with him to the living room and immediately smile when you see Jimmy holding Ronan.

“Merry Christmas,” John smiles, then he walks over to set the presents under the tree, “Smells great in here, mom.”

You gasp loudly, “My hash browns!”

“I got ‘em,” John smiles, “They’re in the car, I just forget to get them. I’ll go grab them.”

Your mom pats the spot next to her on the couch, so you walk over and sit down next to her and rest your head on her shoulder. John ruffles your hair as he walks past, then you sit up and smile when your mom asks how your Christmas has been so far.

“Good,” you nod as you take Ronan when Jimmy hands her to you, “Santa didn’t get fresh cookies last night though. Her first Christmas and I already ruined it.”

“You did not.” John laughs as he walks over, “Santa loved the stale cookies, he told me himself.”

“Next year, he’ll for sure have fresh cookies and milk.” you shake your head and exhale, “I just had so many things on my mind, it just slipped past me.”

Your mom laughs, then she nudges your shoulder, “If it makes you feel any better, one year I forgot to even put out Santa gifts. You woke up and didn’t even notice. I frantically called Claire and told her, so she took a few gifts that were for you from her and wrote that they were from him instead. Later when we went over, Tess opened her gifts from Santa too, just to make me feel a little better. Your mother was an angel, Tess--still is.”

Tess smiles and lets out a small laugh, then she reaches up and plays with the pendant on her necklace, causing you to furrow your brow a little. She must have gotten a new necklace for Christmas, so you lean over and look at it. You smile as you read ‘I love you’ written across it in small letters, then Tess smiles as she tears up.

“It’s my mom’s handwriting.” she says, then she flips it over, “And our mom’s. Jimmy found this site where you send in a picture of someone’s handwriting and they put it on a necklace. So, this side is my mom, and this side is our mom.”

You look over at Jimmy and smile, “That’s beautiful.”

Tess sniffles a little, “I can’t believe they’ve been gone for so long.”

“I know,” your mom says, rubbing her hand over Tess’ back to comfort her. “They’d be so proud of you though, sweetheart. So proud of the wonderful woman you’ve become.”

You smile as you look over to see John laying down on the floor to read a book to Finn, so you get up and allow your mom and Tess to have a few moments alone. You sit down on the floor and hold Ronan in your lap, then you smile when Finn reaches over to hold Ronan’s hand. You nudge John a little to get his attention, and he smiles when he notices.

“So, mom, how is your first winter in New York?”

Your mom laughs, “Very mild. I’m not used to the winter being in the double digits unless it’s negative.”

“Yeah, I was actually really surprised that we got some snow.” you look over at John and laugh, “I went to take the garbage to the curb the other day and John nearly had a heart attack when I just walked outside in a sweatshirt.”

“It was 30 degrees!” he laughs, and you roll your eyes, “How were you not cold?”

You shrug, “It’s that Midwest blood. We’re used to it. Plus, honestly since having Ro, my body temperature is way higher.”

John leans down and tickles Ronan’s belly as she chews on her fingers, “You threw momma’s body temp all off!”

“I didn’t expect it to rain as often as it does either,” your mom says, and you nod your head, “I was so excited for some snow the other day, then it melted the next morning with the rain.”

“It’s been a pretty rainy fall and winter.” Jimmy chimes in, “I’m sure Y/N doesn’t mind.”

You laugh as you lean against John’s shoulder a little, “I love it! It was pouring outside the other day and--”

“I had to beg her not to put up a tent and sleep out there,” John cuts you off, and you shrug bashfully. “It was freezing out.”

“She’s always loved the rain. Slept like, well, like a baby whenever it stormed. Tess would crawl in bed with me for a while, but not this one, well, she’d eventually come in there since she’d realize Tess was gone, but yeah, she always slept so well when it rained. Speaking of…” your mom gestures to Ronan, “Sweetheart, how is Ronan’s sleeping going?”

You hold Ronan’s hands and turn to face your mom a little, “She’s having a little bit of a sleep regression right now, so she’s constantly eating, which reminds me, I should probably get a bottle ready.”

“I’m on it,” John smiles, then he pinches Ronan’s cheek as he gets up.

“Our little bug is just having a growth spurt,” you say, then you lean down to look at her, “We just moved her into her own room the other day since she’s getting too big for her bassinet, and she loves it. She slept through the night the first night in there, then she woke up, I think, once or twice the next few nights. But she’s getting to be such a big girl!”

John sits down next to you and hands the bottle over, “It’s nice that Ronan is in her own room so if I wake up earlier, I can get her without waking this one.”

“Yeah, that’s nice, I won’t lie.” you laugh, then you shrug a little, “It is nice to be able to just sleep in our room with just the two of us again.”

“Ooh,” Tess teases, and you roll your eyes.

You shake your head and laugh, then you look down as you get Ronan cradled in your arms so you can feed her, “It’s nice having our own space again. Our bedroom looked like a baby bomb went off and now we’re able to have our space again, and we don’t want her to sleep in our room for too long because her room is pretty damn cute, plus yeah, mom and dad need some alone time.”

John lets out a small laugh as you look at him, then he leans down to kiss Ronan’s forehead, “She has her four month appointment soon, so we’re excited to see how much she weighs and see how long she is. I think she’s gonna be pretty short.”

“I think so,” you laugh, then you squeeze Ronan’s chunky thigh as she looks at you, “Short like momma.”

Your mom smiles when you look at her, then she furrows her brow, “Where’s your wedding ring?”

“Oh,” you look down at your left hand, “John and I took it in to get cleaned, completely forgot to go pick it up, so it’s sitting at a shop in Brighton. We’ll have to get it when it opens next week. It’s weird to not be wearing my engagement ring or wedding ring. My finger feels so empty.”

John chuckles, “I hate it.”

“I do too,” you touch your ring finger and sigh a little, “I miss it too, but John did get me this really cute ring when Ronan was born so I’ve been wearing that as a little replacement. I just forgot to put it on after my shower earlier. Speaking of rings though, when are you two gonna finalize your marriage?”

Your mom exhales as she looks at Dan, “Whenever he wants.”

“It’s up to you!” he laughs, and you smile as you look at them.

“We’ll figure out something soon,” your mom says, then she gestures to your dad, “He’s not going anywhere.”

Dan laughs as he shakes his head, “Of course not. Oh, my phone is ringing. Must be Leah on her way.”

You smile as you look over at John, then you look down as he rubs his thumb over your bare left finger and frowns a little. You let out a small laugh and lean over to kiss him a few times, and he presses a kiss to your ring finger.

“We’re getting that ring first thing when they open,” John says, and you nod your head as you smile and lean over to kiss him again.

Opening your eyes, you look over at the Christmas tree as it illuminates the living room, then you sit up more and smile when you see John getting Ronan into her snowsuit. You must have fallen asleep after dinner. Everyone must have left already. Jimmy and Tess are gone, Leah isn’t here with her boyfriend.

God, what time is it?

“Yeah, she’s been having some sleep regression, so Y/N hasn’t been sleeping too much lately. Ro was pretty good last night, but we were both so excited for Christmas, neither one of us could really sleep.”

Your mom chuckles, “She’ll need to go to bed early tonight. If you need any help, please don’t hesitate to call me. I’m always just a phone call away.”

“You’re gonna rock me to sleep?” you joke, and your mom laughs. “Nah, we’re good. I just didn’t sleep too much last night, but I think we’ll be able to manage. For now.”

“Don’t hesitate to call me though, okay?” she says softly as she cups your cheek, “Neither one of you. I’m here for both of you.”

John holds Ronan in his arms, then he bounces her a little since she’s slipping in and out of sleep, “Thank you for having us over and for the gifts.”

Your mom chuckles, “You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart. We’re family, it’s what we do.”

You pull on your boots and get your jacket, then you walk over to hug your mom, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Drive safely. The roads are getting slippery.”

“Tell dad we said bye,” you say, then you laugh when you see him fast asleep in his chair. You hug your mom again, then you grab your bag and smile when she leans over to kiss Ronan’s cheek.

Giving your mom another wave, you hold the door open for John, then you walk out to the car with him. He gets Ronan in the backseat and buckled up, then he gets in the car and smiles at you.

“I got it all warmed up for you two,” he smiles, and you lean over to kiss him, “Mm, I think I need another.”

You cup his face in your hand as you kiss him, then you smile sleepily when you lean back, “So handsome.”

John chuckles softly, then he pulls on his seatbelt, “We better get you two sleepyheads home.”

“Yes, please.” you say, then you sit back in your seat and smile as John drives down the street and heads home.

Ronan is down for the night, and now you and John are just going to watch a movie. The living room is lit up by the Christmas tree and lights on the fireplace, and you can smell the cinnamon candle burning on the coffee table.

Sitting on the couch, you look over your shoulder and smile when John leans down to kiss your cheek. You tilt your head back more to kiss him, then you wrap the blanket around you as you shiver.

“Baby, are you cold?” he asks, and you nod as you look at him, “I can turn the heat up.”

“It’s okay. Maybe I just need some hot chocolate and a big guy to come hold me.”

John smiles as he leans down to kiss you again, “I’ll go make you some, then I’ll be right out. Get our movie ready.”

You sit up to get the remote and catch a glimpse of the slippers that John bought you, so you grab them and put them on. He also bought you a sweatshirt too, so you put that on before you sit back on the couch.

“Alright,” John hands your hot chocolate to you, complete with a handful of marshmallows, then he sits down with his own mug, “Oh! I forgot something.”

You grab the remote from the table and click through the TV to find the movie you and John talked about watching, then you look over at him as he comes out of the kitchen with a box and a huge smile on his face.

“Last one.”

You laugh as you sit down on the couch, “Is it more lingerie? By the way, I can, uh…wear that for you tonight if you want.”

John laughs as he sits down next to you, “It’s not more lingerie, but I sure like that idea.”

You take the box from John and set it between the two of you as you carefully open the top, then you smile when you see a small box of macarons. You pull some tissue paper out and hold up a cute notebook with the Eiffel Tower on it, then you set it aside to dig in the box.

“God, it’s like never-ending.” you laugh, then you grab a rolled up t-shirt. Unrolling it, you smile when you read the white letters across it, “Merci.”

“You’re welcome.” he laughs, and you roll your eyes playfully. “There’s more.”

After pulling out your passport, you look up at John and squint your eyes a little, then you reach in to pull out a pair of very sexy black heels, “What?”

John gestures for you to open the passport, and he smiles when you stare at him for a moment, “Just open it.”

Opening your passport, you put your hand over your mouth and quietly gasp when you see a little piece of paper with John’s handwriting:

Bonjour, peach! I hope you’ve figured this out--I’m sure you have, you’re a very smart woman--but we’re going to Paris. Just me and my girl. For an entire week! You do so much for Ronan and I, and I want to take a whole week and just cater to you and love on you, of course. Just me and you, eating macarons and bread all day long as we stare at the beautiful Parisian skyline. What do you say?

You look up at John and smile as you tear up, “Yeah! John, oh my god.”

“You like it?” John asks as you lean over to hug him, “I know Italy is where you wanted to go most of all, but we went there, and I know you said you miss wearing dresses and heels, and Paris is the perfect place for that. You’ll love it there.”

“Oh my god,” you lean back and wipe away the tears on your cheek, “This is so sweet.”

John smiles when you look up at him, and he reaches over to move your hair away from your face, “I know how hard it’ll be to leave Ro here for a week, but you deserve some time off from being a mom. Seeing you like that after Ronan was born, it just broke my heart. I don’t want you to ever feel like that again. I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed.”

You nod as you look down at your hands, “I’m happy, John. You know that, right?”

“I know,” he whispers as he moves the box to sit closer to you, “But you deserve to have some time for yourself, and we deserve some husband and wife time. Come on, you know you can’t wait to go eat breakfast on the balcony and stare at the Eiffel Tower.”

A smile spreads across your face as you look up at John, then you nod, “Yeah, it’ll be fun.”

“Just Mr. and Mrs. Wick time.” John whispers against your cheek, then he smiles when you look at him, “We deserve this.”

“We do,” you smile as you lean over to kiss him a few times, then you open the little box of macarons and hand one to John, “I don’t know who would take Ro though. Maybe my mom. I’d hate to throw another kid at Tess. Finn is…quite the handful.”

John laughs, “Jimmy’s DNA.”

“Yeah, definitely.” you say, then you look at him, “When are we going?”

“Whenever you want! I thought Valentine’s day would be good.” he says, and you perk up as a wide smile spreads across your face, “I can already see you wearing all kinds of beautiful dresses and outfits.”

You laugh, “Well, I can’t go to Paris and look like shit!”

“We’ll get you a beret too,” he laughs as he puts his hand on your head and ruffles your hair.

“Wait, Valentine’s day isn’t really fair. Tess and Jimmy will want to go out and so will my parents.”

John inhales deeply and looks down at you, “I already talked to your mom. She’ll take Ronan for the week. She said, and I quote, ‘Dan and I are old, what are we going to do anyway?’ So, they’ll take her.”

You chuckle a little, “I can’t believe we’re gonna go to Paris! Wick, what the hell?”

“You’re excited, huh?”

“So freaking excited! I can’t wait! We’ll have to get all dolled up and go somewhere fancy, even if we just walk down the street! And we’ll have to take pictures of everything, so we can show Ronan when she’s older. We’ll definitely need to take her there at some point though.” you say, and John laughs at your excitement, “Ah! I’m already running shoe options through my head.”

John leans forward and grabs the heels he put in the box, “These are going to look so good on you. Did I do a good job picking them?”

“Yeah, I like these.” you say, taking them from John, “You know what? These would actually look really good with that lingerie you bought me earlier.”

John holds your gaze when you look over at him, then he cocks up his eyebrow and nods to the bedroom as the smile grows on your face.

“What about our movie?”

“We have time for both.” he says, and you nod your head, “But I think I need you first.”

You laugh loudly when John gets up from the couch and scoops you into his arms, whisking you off to the bedroom.

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silverdelirium · 2 years

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bucket list | r. lupin

part one: risky place

summary — your professor finds your (sex) bucket list. he’s intent on helping you check every item off the list.

warnings — reader is of age, park sex (late at night lol), pretty much tipsy sex, thigh riding, light daddy kink, pet names, mentions of anal and lots of dirty stuff.

word count — 2.0k

author’s note — am i mourning my dog and coping with it by being a whore? who would’ve thought

———

Of fucking course shit like this would happen to you.

It was harmless— at first— you didn’t mean for it to get lost in the bottom of your book-bag, nor for it to get lost at any point.

You had done it with your friends a few months ago, a drunken night full of giggles and dumb actions as you scribbled a bucket list for the year, more specifically, a sex bucket list.

And it was only your luck that let it get lost, in your college out of all places! Your name was embedded on the bottom with a wonky heart on it for fuck’s sake. Anyone could find it and ridicule you in front of your peers.

“God, fuck! Why does this happen to me?” You grunt, keeping your beady eyes on the floor in search for the red-ink scribbled parchment.

Your friend sighs on your right, “relax, babe, what’s the worst that could happen?” She shrugs; you straighten up, feigning a wondering gaze, “Hm, I don’t know, someone might find out that I like it in the ass with my hands behind my back! This could fuck up my scholarship.”

She gives you a tight-lipped smile, “yeah I hadn’t thought about that— but come on, y/n, we can’t be stressing about this the whole day, I’m pretty sure it got lost in the garbage when the cleaning staff cleared up the hallways. Relax, okay?” She puts her hands on your shoulders, stopping your sauntering.

You take a deep breath, letting your lids flutter shut, following your friend’s instructed breathing.

It’s fine, not even that big of a deal y/n, as long as it’s not in any of the professor’s— or gossiper’s— hands, you’re good, you repeat to yourself, peeling your eyes back open, burying the anxiousness of your lost list in the back of your head.

——

Remus runs a hand over his unruly hair, blinking the exhaustion off his eyes, which roam over the empty classroom, he cringes at the state of it— weird angled desks, clumped papers and an ungodly amount of bubble gum wrapper.

He checks his watch, puffing an air of relief when he realizes he’s done for the day.

The old, snappy chair beneath him squeaks when he stands up, collecting most of the papers on his desk and tucking them neatly on his bag, which hurts his shoulder as he swings it on, even with his 190 pound of muscle strength. Greeting the doors of elderly, he thinks; as his friend, Sirius, would say.

As he makes a path to the door, a crunch is heard under the sole of his shoe, and Remus steps back slightly to inspect the paper, bending down to pick it up and get a closer look of the sloppy writing.

“Huh,” his brows plunge, reading, bucket list for senior year!, in bloody ink, it’s then when his eyes round to the size of caps as he makes out the listicles.

1. fuck in a risky place!!!

2. have oral sex in handcuffs

3. three’s a crowd ;)

4. take it in the ass for once and for all

5. get overstimulated with toys

6. try temperature play

And so on, he squints at the neatness of “y/n” written at the bottom, and his cock strains in his jeans almost immediately.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” he grunts, throwing his head back in exasperation. “These kids- fuck,” his hands are over his face, and he shoves the paper in his bag in a hassle, stomping his way out.

——

“I fucking hate these streets couldn’t have we ordered a cab or something?” You seethe, hugging your jacket closer to your body, goosebumps puckering in your legs.

Your friend tuts, skipping through the empty road. “Shush, y/n we’ll be fine— and look there’s the park! Allister must be there, let’s go!”

You groan, trotting behind her grumpily, already dreading the feeling of third wheeling.

A good twenty minutes pass by, and you grow bored of lightly kicking the pebbles on the ground, your friend’s joyous laugh booming in your ears besides you; she has tried to make you join the conversation multiple times, though you realize she might tell you’re not exactly delighted to be apart of it.

“I’m going for a walk,” you announce, dismissing their goodbyes as your hands bury in your coat’s pockets.

The air that leaves your nose is visible in the dim lighting of the street.

You’ve only walked about five minutes when a bench hits the corner of your eyes, and you turn your head in it’s direction, immediately recognizing the profile of the figure looming over said seat.

“Professor!” You beam, throwing him an overly excited wave.

His lips quirk, and you flush at the intimacy of it. “Evening, miss y/l/n.”

You plop down next to him with a phew, swinging your feet over the grass. “I never thought I’d see you out of class,” you confess.

He hums, “how come?”

Your shoulders lift in a shrug, “You seem sort of closed off— not that that’s bad!” You quickly amend, flushing at Remus’ chuckle of it’s fine.

A calm quietude settles over you both, that’s until you start speaking again, unable to stop the rapid beating of your heart whenever your professor was around you; especially this close.

Everyone seemed to know about your little crush on professor Lupin. His dashing looks making you one of many other students who crushed just as hard on the tall man.

Though you suspected Remus himself knew about your secret infatuation, hence why his cocky ass took every chance he got in teasing you; yet he kept it professional, most of the time.

You talked for what seemed to be hours, getting lost in each other’s newly found knowledge of the other’s life. And maybe, just maybe, you pulled out the flask of alcohol hidden in your coat, taking it as a cheer for making a new friend— though he assured you you were always friends. You didn’t believe him.

The conversations escalated, each sentence bolder than the other, the brush of his fingers on your bare legs were now not so innocent. You blamed it on the tipsiness.

“Y’know, somehow-“ he cocks his head, pulling a wrinkled paper from his pocket, “- this little thing has gotten in my possession,” you gasp, eyes rounding in embarrassment, “and I can promise you I’ll make you see starts every time we check an item off it.”

You sputter, “prof— Remus… this is not— it isn’t really appropriate!”

He chuckles, throwing you a bored look, “are we really gonna start talking about what’s appropriate or not, sweet pea?”

Heat builds in your core, and your brain short-circuits when he slides closer, hefty thigh rubbing your quivering one. “Give me the fucking word and I’ll fuck you right here where everyone can see, baby, just say it,” he growls, dark eyes piercing into yours.

Your sex pounds, and your mind tells you you’ll regret this, but your body is one hell of a traitor anyway.

“Y-yes,” you whimper.

His eyes pool with desire, “atta girl.”

Your professor wastes no time to clash his mouth with yours, swallowing every whine you release as you climb onto his lap, skirt riding up in the midst of the intense lip-lock.

His jean-clad thigh is in line with your sopping pussy, and you unconsciously grind onto the rippling muscle when he folds your bottom lip between his teeth, coaxing a low moan from you. “P-please,” you pant, “I want it.”

“Yeah? Want me to bury my cock in that sweet cunt, babydoll?” He teases, palming at your hips and grinding you down on his flexed thigh, making a shudder run through you.

Your mind swims in ecstasy, and you’re afraid your eyes might get stuck from how hard they roll back every time your clit buzzes against him.

Low chants of his name leaves your lips like a mantra, and your hips strain from how hard you try to fuck yourself on him.

You can see the bulge in his pants, stiff cock begging to be released and absolutely fucking ruin you.

His hands fly to his zipper, and your mouth waters when the thick head drools with pre-cum. “So big,” you sigh dreamily.

He smirks, “poor thing, you’re already all baby brained, huh?”

You nod mindlessly, reaching for the hard girth. “Daddy,” you mewl, looking back at him just in time to see the glint of hunger in his hues at the nickname. “Please fuck me,” you practically wail, rocking harder against his thigh.

“Fuck this, we don’t have much time,” he grunts, bunching up your skirt as you hurriedly position yourself in line with his weeping cock, your slick gushing past your folds and drenching him.

With the mix of numbing senses into one and your desperation for Remus, you slid down in blind submission, immediately hissing at the unfamiliar burn of the stretch.

You choked on your moans, gaze growing wet as the brunette death-gripped your hips, preventing you from lowering down further.

“God, baby,” his head is thrown back, “had to let me stretch you out first— poor cunt’s too small for my cock, princess.”

Your brows knit, and you sniffle before speaking, “needed you so bad, daddy.”

His hands gentle on you, “I know, baby- go ahead then, bounce on daddy’s cock like the little slut you are,” his voice lowered, gaze dropping to the gushing mess between you both. Your aching pussy taking him whole as juices rimmed his cockbase.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, bringing your head to rest on his shoulders— an attempt at muffling your cries.

Remus’ thrust weren’t holding back, his tip kissing your sweet spot every fucking time, you were sure there was some drool on his shirt by now.

His cock hammers your insides, your knuckles turn white from how hard they fist on his shirt.

“Yes, daddy, yes!” you whine, voice cloaked.

Skin slapping against skin fills your ears, and your clit drums at the neglection it receives.

Remus seems to read your mind, twirling his thick digits over your swollen button, your cunt tightens around him as a thanks.

Every roll of his hips send you to heaven, stars dotting your vision from how hard the knot in your stomach tightens.

Just like you, his balls swell and draw up, begging your pussy to milk him dry already.

“God you’re squeezing me like a fucking vice, doll,” he grunts, a throaty moan escaping him as your walls flutter at the compliment. “Gonna make me cum deep inside you, have you fucking leaking down those thighs,” he says, grabbing your face and going in for a rough kiss, swallowing each other’s wails of pleasure at the sensation of your ears ringing, breasts tightening and muscles flexing.

“I’m cumming, fuck!” you hiss, feeling the pressure build between your legs like too much steam in a glass jar.

Remus’ breath were labored, cock thickening even more than possible inside you and ropes of cum landing on your inner walls as he groaned, grabbing at the fat of your ass that rested on his thighs.

Silence settles over you both like a warm blanket once again, and it’s when you’re dozing off from bliss that Remus speaks once again, “baby- aren’t those your friends?”

You immediately jolt awake, quickly scooting off him with a grimace at the emptiness, looking over your shoulder to in fact— see two blurred figures making their way to your bench, and you pray that they can’t see anyone’s faces.

“Shit! I gotta go!” you whisper-yell, smoothing two sweaty hands over your skirt. “Uhm,” you gulp, “that was great and uh- can I have m-my list back… please?”

Your professor gives you a cat-like smile, simply responding a, “no.”

Your brows furrow, “what?”

“You can’t have it back, but don’t worry,” he stands up, tucking his softening cock back in his pants. “I’ll make sure we check every item off by the end of the year— and I guess fucking in a risky place is blacked out, huh?”

You blink, watching as he walks away with your list of shame still in his hands. Fully bent on getting everything checked out from it.

———

part two

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luveline · 3 years

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you know, I'm coming right back [Fred Weasley x Reader]

summary: you're a lonely artist and Fred is your adoring model

word count: 2.4k

tags: reader insert, lonely reader, artist reader, seventh year, kids in love, first kiss, getting together, pining, fluff, friends-to-lovers

It was easy for you, usually, to act fine. To feel fine. Any loneliness that clouded your life was pushed firmly into the depths of your thoughts. You tried to focus on the things that mattered, essays and charms and your art.

You loved to draw. You had sketchbooks filled to the brim with sketches, some half finished, others coloured and lined. You drew everything, though you struggled to bring anything from your memory. Everything you drew had to be done right there, right then, with unsuspecting models. You sketched students eating their dinner, scribbled side profiles when you managed a spare minute in class. But you're most impressive artwork was done in the library, where nothing moved. Everyone was silent. You had pages and pages of bored, tired looking students. When exams approached, you hurriedly copied down the expressions of people on the edge of depression and panic.

You had friends, ish. You knew people. You'd had intense friendships that somehow always ended in awkward drifting aparts. Well, you thought. There must be something wrong with me. They liked me before they didn't, so the fault must've been mine.

You huffed out a sigh, pressing your face deep into the textured page of your sketch book, breathing in the smell of charcoal. You were sketching the illusive Fred Weasley, who you'd never truly drawn before. Maybe you had scraps from your second or third year when you'd still attempted to draw moving objects before getting comfortable and accepting that still life was your forte.

He was maddeningly good lucking when his eyebrows puckered in concentration. He seemed to actually be studying for once, sat at a table with his brother, George, and housemates Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet.

You were sat by yourself, and couldn't help listening to his lilting voice as he bantered with his friends. They were talking about Umbridge (the current victim of the Hogwarts' student body hate train), and quidditch, and their recent ban from quidditch. You'd never played.

"Watch out, dolly fell asleep," said one of the girls.

You bit your lip. You'd been nicknamed dolly by the girls in your dorm because of your porcelain doll you'd had since childhood. Even though this year was your last, you still hadn't felt the need to hide her away. She made you feel much less anxious and alone.

The whole school knew, naturally.

"Don't get any funny ideas," said Angelina, to the twins.

"Come on Angie, you think so little of us?" said George.

"Yesterday I watched you trick a group of forth years into taking puking pastilles." Angelina said.

"It was hardly a trick. We told them they were multi-faceted," said George.

You could hear your heartbeat if you focused. It was in your ears. It bump, bump, bumped.

Bump bump. You flinched, a hand settled on your shoulder quickly moved.

"Wake up, dolly. Library's closing."

You squinted up into Fred's face, head halo'd by candlelight. Lifting your head from the wooden table, you stretched your neck to the left. It clicked.

"Uh..."

"Hmm?" You prompted him, smoothing your hair behind your ears.

"You have - dirt. On your face. Here-" He said, reaching forward. You closed your eyes as he gently wiped the skin above your eyebrow.

"It's charcoal."

"What?"

"It's not dirt," you said, peaking at him through your eyelashes. "It's charcoal."

He looked mildly surprised. You shifted, hoping to cover your sketch before he caught sight of it.

It didn't matter.

"It's me. My gorgeous dolly, you've created quite the masterpiece right there, haven't you? I look vexingly handsome, of course. Thought if that's a consequence of your skill or my handsomeness is anyones guess."

You were lost for words. "Uh, quite."

"Yes, yes, quite. Say, could I keep it?"

"... You want the drawing?"

"I'd love it, if that's okay."

"I," you quickly dug your thumbnail into the paper, tearing carefully at the centre. The paper came away a little ragged and smudged. "Of course. It's yours."

He handled it with care.

The librarian jingled her little bell again.

"Thank you. So, see you?"

"Yep," you agreed.

He nodded his head and bowed out with his friends. You tried not to feel paranoid at their laughter.

You were curled up in a hidden alcove, though it was hardly hidden. Most students knew where to seek privacy in the castle. You just so happened to get there first that evening.

You were trying to sketch Fred again. It felt weird to be missing a page from your book, and weirder still that you couldn't remember his face when he wasn't right in front of you. You tried, but it kept going wrong.

When you finally managed one you liked well enough, you had accidentally ruined it with a heavy hand and the wrong shade of brown.

He looked much too brunette.

You carefully rolled your coloured pencils back up, securing the leather ties tightly so as to keep every pencil confined.

Sighing morosely, you flipped to a new page. Things got so complicated sometimes, it made you agitated. You doodled a little sad face in the corner of your page. When the one thing that you enjoyed in life started to go wrong, it set off your whole mood.

Your birthday was coming up. It had been on your mind a lot lately. You'd spend it alone. That's what you figured. Nobody would know it was your birthday, or if they did, you weren't friends now, so...

You began with an arching circle, bisecting the lines appropriately. Feeling out the familiar lines of your own face came easy, the slight upper tilt of your brows, your hair and your pursed mouth. You always looked sad in the mirror, and it showed, dotted here and there when the only thing to draw was your own face.

The rudimentary outline of a birthday cake took form. The candles were unlit.

In a fit of unhappiness, you scratched out your mouth. It was never smiling.

"What did that piece of paper ever do to you?" said a voice.

You jumped. Fred was peering down at you curiously, wringing his hands. You put your pencil between the soft cover and smashed it flat, closed.

"Hi, dolly."

"Weasley."

"Oh, not even a first name?"

"You neglected mine first," you reasoned, rolling the words. He smiled at your joking tone.

"How rude of me. Hi, Y/N," he corrected himself.

"Hi, Weasley."

He smirked.

"Anymore of me in that blessed vessel?"

"Nah. You never stand still."

"If I pose for it?" He asked. You patted the ground in front of you.

He was a lovely model. He stayed infinitely still, more still than you imagined possible for him. He sat at a 3/4ths angle, chin up but not too far, mouth tilted and eyes open.

His eyes were the one thing he couldn't keep still. You tried not to flame in the cheeks everything you'd catch his gaze on you.

You sketched fast, choosing to hatch rather than render, big swooping lines to give the illusion of a depth that wasn't really there. You would've loved to do a full render, maybe even a colour portrait, but he was beginning to look a little antsy.

You set the book on the floor to face him and pushed it into his eyesight softlt. He turned. He looked nice like that, face bent, hair falling into his eyes.

After a moment, he began scrounging through his robe pockets. He set down a box, a lighter, a pair of gloves.

Finally, he set a galleon onto the floor close to your crossed legs.

"For you," he said, smiling at your inquisitive look. "For the drawing."

"Oh, I can't accept that. And I'd like to keep this one, if it's alright."

Fred thought for a moment. "Alright, you keep it. And the galleon, too, for the one you gave me the other day."

You bit back a smile. "I can't take your money, Fred."

"I can't keep having you draw me for free. It's as valuable a service as anything else. Plus, I'm not sure if you know, but I run a lucrative business these days."

You picked up the coin, rubbing your thumb against the engravings thoughtfully. "It's hardly a service."

"A talent, then. A skill. You're very good."

You're neck almost snapped as you looked into his face, wanting to assess his expression for genuineness. He looked earnest, and kind. You blinked away the gathering heat behind your eyes.

"Thank you."

He waved a hand at you. "Think nothing of it."

"Really-" you cleared your throat, "-you're doing me a favour. I'm not good at drawing things that move."

"I'm sure you're better than you think," he said.

You shook your head, smiling smiling smiling.

"What's in the box?"

"Oh, this old thing?" Fred weighed the box in his hands. It was soft at the corners, like a simple jewelry box that you had in your trunk. He offered it to you. You opened it carefully, the lid sliding free with a shhhhh sound. Inside was an evil looking fruit pastille, a match stick and a dried up flower petal.

It felt like a very private thing to see, suddenly. Such an eclectic collection of items couldn't be random.

"The first puking pastille George and I made. Or rather, the second - the first was forcibly fed to Lee Jordan in our third year. The match stick is from my Uncle's matchbox. I never met him. And the flower was from Ginny, when she was 9." He sounded nervous.

"It's a memory box."

"I- yes. It is. Things are sometimes so miserable now, with Umbridge and you-know-who. Scary, even. I look at them when I feel like it won't ever end."

You took them in for a little while longer and then placed the lid onto the box with nimble fingers. You scratched the lid with a fingernail.

"It's nice. You're right. Things are so awful right now, it's good to have reminders of why we keep going."

"Exaclty. Dolly, can I interest you in a fruit pastille?"

"Not on your life."

"They're perfectly edible!"

"Sure, Fred."

The honest conversation you'd shared with Fred was a catalyst between you. He often came to find you, each time whining and nagging you to just sit in the library like most people do.

"What, so your housemates can throw paper balls at me?"

"They thought you were sleeping!"

A likely story, you thought. He sometimes asked you to draw him, posing with the elegance of a natural born model. It was great for you personally, you felt that you were really getting a feel for his face. Eventually, you were able to draw his face from memory, the details of his nose coming to your fingers as easily as a first year spell.

It became about capturing emotion. You could capture his likeness now without a second thought, but his emotions were much more complicated. How would you show his veiled frustration the day Umbridge kicked him off the quidditch team? Through the clenching of his jaw? The shy veins in his forehead? How did you showcase the fear when he'd come back to Hogwarts after Christmas break, through his eyes, downturned and squinting just a little?

Today, it was poorly hidden elation. "How come you're so happy?" You asked, pencil between your teeth. He grinned. You measured his face with your thumb in the air, forming an L.

"Is it a prank?"

"You're thinking too small."

"A new product?"

"Still need to go bigger!"

"Hmmm," you hummed. Measure twice, cut once. Or in your case, sketch once.

"George and I, we're gonna open a shop."

"A section at Zonko's isn't enough for you?" You asked, casually, though you were very very happy for him.

"It's going to be amazing. We're going to run it, just the two of us, and you won't catch me in these scrappy long sleeves anymore. The next time you see me, I'll be in a full suit and tie."

"The next time? Is that not tomorrow?"

Fred closed his mouth, realising his mistake. He had revealed something he hadn't intended to. "We're leaving," he confessed. "We were going to wait for our NEWTs but... Well, we won't need them. This is going to work."

"So. You're leaving today?" You asked, crestfallen.

"Hey," Fred said, rubbing a placating hand over the curve of your shoulder. "Tomorrow. During the DADA OWL. We have a plan."

"This is goodbye?"

"No! No. Not if you don't want it to be. Actually, I've been meaning to ask you something, and maybe now isn't the best time, I had this whole letter planned and I didn't want to distract you from your exams and-"

"What do you want to ask me?"

Fred straightened. "I wanted to ask - will you go out with me? Not, you don't have to be my girlfriend if it's too soon, I'd love to take you for food someplace, I was going to ask you to Hogsmeade, but when the shop officially became ours, the plans changed so fast and I didn't know if you'd still want-" you cut off his rambling.

"I'll be your girlfriend," you said.

"You will?"

"Sure, if you'll be my boyfriend," you murmured.

Fred moved the arm that had been on your shoulder to the nape of your neck. "That's a dealbreaker," he said, leaning in.

He kissed you chastely on the lips first and then pulled back to look into your face. You chased him, a moment of bravery, and opened your mouth to taste him. He was sweet, like sugar. Your sketch pad crinkled beneath you both as he pressed forward. Your chests touched, heaving.

"You're not gonna be my boyfriend?" You asked against his mouth, breathing hard.

"I'm gonna be much more than that, dolly," he said heatedly.

Your mouth was tingling. "Kiss me again?"

You gasped at the force of him, laughing. He laughed too against your lips, and the sound tickled. He gave you a multitude of short and sweet kisses before pulling away again.

He wiped the wetness from your lip with his pinky finger. "Godric, you're cute. Look how flushed you are! You're insane."

Something churned in your stomach. The butterflies had acquired a trampoline. You felt happier than you had in a very long time. "You're not half-bad yourself, Weasley."

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