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neosero · 3 years

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Kiss Me More ❧

what they think kissing you feels like, bnha boys edition pt. one

➢ characters — ida, kaminari, sero, monoma, shinso

➣ genre — fluff

➢ word count — 2k

➣ things to note — gn!reader | slight suggestive content towards the end |

➢ remarks — first tumblr contribution! | reverse reader ( told though the thoughts and feelings of the boys ) | tried a new writing style for myself even though I shouldn’t be experimenting on my first post but whateva | kinda gets suggestive towards the end | the ending feels rush imo so i might redo it later |

— INTRO

When sitting in a lounge with a bunch of immature heroes-in-training, it is unfortunately expected for gentle conversation to turn into wholehearted discussions of unneeded confessions and pestering peer criticism. This time is no different, not when Mina — in a fit to defend herself instead of being exposed — blurts out that Minoru admits to never having his first kiss.

This comes as no surprise — not with his way of introduction anyway — but that outburst is what sparks the new conversation topic.

Suddenly everyone is crowding around, looking between one another as it has become a game to see if you could guess who has had their first kiss before they had the chance to explain. Mezo, Fumikage, Shoto and Momo take to counseling Mineta as they all admit to never having their first kiss either.

Koji and Izuku seem to share the same thought as Midoriya asks if parents count, they are immediately singled into the NO category. Ochaco and Kyoka are both bashful about admitting to theirs, sweet innocent kisses with a class crush in middle school; Ejiro and Rikido speak on the childish kisses of grade school, way too small to understand the meaning behind locking lips while playing house on the playground and although Minoru screams that doesn’t count he has no room to judge; inevitably it’s Mina, Yuga, Katsuki and surprisingly Toru that revel in the attention, having had multiply kisses and being sought after by multiple people before entering UA thanks to their popularity around campus.

In the end, it is Tsuyu — who hasn’t admitted to receiving a kiss herself — that puts you on the spot. With a tilt to her head and a finger on her lips, the question is asked: “what about you?”

And when you offer a simple no, the class is in an uproar . . .

Tenya thinks you’ll be the one to guide him through the kiss instead of the other way around. Though he now knows you're inexperienced, his mind just can't let go of the thought of you being in control.

He thinks you’ll only ever do it when the two of you are in the classroom alone, not because of embarrassment or anything like that — only because Tenya wants every kiss to be special and uninterrupted

He thinks you’ll edge him into it; gently caressing his cheek as you ask him if he really wants to do this. The nod he would give is a stiff one and he thinks that you would softly laugh about it.

In his head, it starts with you taking off his glasses placing them on a nearby desk and then walking closer; in his head, your hands slowly come down to massage at his arms, gently squeezing his biceps and shoulders as you lean into his ear whispering: relax; in his head, he lets out a quick breath, rigid body bending against his own will at the feeling of your breath against his neck.

Tenya thinks his hands would coil slowly around your neck, it just feels right that way. He thinks you would guide his face to finally look at you, and it’s that smile that you always give him that sets him on fire and red all over.

Tenya wants to think that when you finally kiss him, his face would calm down. He thinks that when the contact finally comes he would have forgotten about the initial embarrassment of not having done this before and just get lost in your lips.

Maybe then the shaking will stop but it doesn’t because Momo is gently shaking him out of his daydream, asking him if he is okay.

“You’ve gone so red,” she says and when you reach over to put your hand to his head, he begins to remember.

He stands then, frantically waving his hands as he screams about needing to go get something.

Before anyone can say anything he is bolting out, and when he catches your concerned eye he knows it's only platonic.

So he buries his own feelings down, he shouldn’t be thinking about things like that with you anyway, not when you're dating him . . .

Denki imagines that when he kisses you he’ll be the happiest man alive. He imagines that when your lips touch, you’ll send out a shock powerful enough to cancel out his own quirk and leave him numb on the feeling of your lips.

He thinks it’ll only happen in the heat of a moment between you two after something intense; he’ll never have the courage to do it unless it's a rush of adrenaline controlling his actions instead of his stable mind.

Whether it be after a literal fight with a villain or a quick sparring match with Katsuki he cannot decide, but he does know that the blood coursing through his veins has him sprinting halfway across the campus to see you

He can imagine that the first thing you do is make a comment about how sweaty he is and it is only then that he realizes that he was a little too eager to come see you.

Kaminari imagines that he’ll pout at you for being so direct but then he will have the greatest idea; in a quick burst of speed he is charging at you and engulfing you in his sweaty and sticky arms, laughing as you try to free yourself.

Denki knows that you could’ve easily left his arms if you wanted but he is standing there smiling like an idiot as you complain about how much he stinks but hug him back nonetheless. “I love you too,” he thinks those words stay planted in his head but he says them out loud and immediately goes stiff.

When you meet his eyes he thinks he has royally messed up and you're going to friendzone him and then you're going to tell all his friends and you’re . . . you’re smiling.

Why are you smiling?

He imagines you’ll laugh at his flushed face and then say those same words he just couldn’t contain: I love you too.

Denki imagines your eyes will cast down to his lips and he will inevitably end up licking them and internally cringing at the salty taste of sweat. He wants to stop you — because he stinks, remember and you can’t kiss him like this; sweaty and all — but before he can get a word in you pull at his bottom lip gently with your thumb which lets his worries die down on his heavy tongue.

He wants to imagine that then you will replace your thumb with your own lips to stop his raging thoughts because sparks are literally starting to fly off his body but you don’t.

Instead you flick his forehead and the pain definitely knocks him back to reality because come back and instead of facing you its a smiling Hanta Sero.

Denki goes onto complaining that he could have just shook him or something; there really was no need to hit him so hard but Sero is still smiling.

He wants to say he is starting to creep him out with that look but the sound of your laugh catches his attention — much like every other thing you do — and he can’t help but smile.

Denki feels Hanta pinch at his arm again and he lets out a little cry.

“Dude stop staring, bro-code remember?” Hanta says and Denki feels the happy sparks die down in his heart.

He does remember and it eats him up inside but what can he do other than accept it.

Besides, he knows he’s got nothing on a guy like him . . .

Hanta wants to believe that you are just as inexperienced as you say you are.

Though he might be only feeding into his own personal . . . preference, he cannot help the shivers of excitement that course through his body with the thought.

He can only see you coming to him when you're deep in thought, he already knows you trust his judgement a bit more than most others in the class.

Sero wants to believe you’d come to his room late in the night, gently knocking on the door being considerate — like you always are — of him just in case he was sleeping. He knows that when he opens the door for you to come in, you’d give him that apologetic smile you always do when you come over this late.

He believes you're quite oblivious with how you never notice the sparkle in his droopy eyelid whenever you visit him or how he still — with as much enthusiasm his sleepy body can muster — listens intently to your current nightly rant.

He is surprised this time when you come to him with the thoughts of kissing. He knows that the earlier conversation has gotten to you.

“Is it really that surprising that I haven’t been kissed?” You say and Hanta has to hold himself back from making a fool of himself because it is that surprising.

He pulls you under his arm then, offering comfort in a hug before his mouth can be so bold to voice his thoughts.

You poke at his stomach because of course he sleeps shirtless and you do find comfort in his contact as you keep going on about what you could be doing wrong for no one to have wanted to kiss as much as they would someone like Katsuki.

Sero offers that maybe — just maybe — you could give it a shot with him.

He believes that in that moment you’d look up at him with hopeful eyes as he would sheepishly continue: only if you want though.

When you nod to him, he knows you would take note of the sudden change in the twinkle of his eyes in the distant moonlight.

He wants to believe you’d let him pin you to the bed, breath mingling together as he hovers above you with a smile.

He wants to believe the hope in your eyes gets mixed in with a little fear so that he can smile even wider.

Don’t worry — he wants to say so badly — I'll be gentle with you just like you do for me this time . . . but he bites back his tongue and shakes his head from his little daydream.

Hanta curses himself for thinking like this again — he feels like he is turning into Minoru — as he thinks back to the words he just said to Denki.

Bro-code remember.

He scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest deflated.

He watches your phone go off twice and the sparkle in your eyes as you stand to leave to go see him no doubt.

If only he had been faster that day . . .

Neito wants to guess that your kisses will be just as hard and hot as the way you run into him, literally.

He hates himself for thinking this way over his best friend's partner but the way you talk back to him always sets him on ablaze.

Monoma knows it’s all in playful banter — his constant outbursts against your class always are — but the way you retort back to him keeps him guessing if it really is all just in good fun.

He can see it now, you two somehow alone in the student lounge. He sits on the sofa, arm draped back and legs spread wide as if he owned the place, as he oh-so-smugly looks up at you with your own arms crossed and that adorable annoyed look on your face.

He can obviously guess that you want to have a seat, you always sit here so of course he knows but he won’t let you.

You're just so fun to rile up . . . so fun to tease . . . so fun to play with.

You scoff then, because he is seriously not gonna move.

Neito could guess you would offer him some form of threat: I’m warning you Monoma, or something along those lines.

He would obviously ignore you, sighing and feigning innocence as he leans further back on the couch with a content smile on his face.

Neito can guess his smile would would widen when he hears you sigh in what he thought was defeat, and than immediately drop the second you place yourself on his lap.

His hands would frantically hold your waist in a panic and he would take note of the smug look on your face. I warned you, you would chime matter-a-factly not even noticing the shock on Monoma's face.

You’re so close to him and his hands are on you and you’re not shoving him off like you would any of his hugs or when he decides to use you as an armrest and he is definitely going so pink to the face that he has to look away.

You do notice this, however, and tilt his chin to you to see what’s the matter. He can guess the amount of pride that fills you when you see his pink, wide eyed face and he knows you will never let him live this moment down.

Neito knows you wouldn’t do anything drastic in such a public place but the mischievous smile only makes him second guess himself. The grip you have on his chin tightens so much that he can’t look away from you as you lean into him and he is panicking even more.

What about him; what about his best friend; what about your partner.

He hates himself for allowing it to get this far, but what he hates even more when he begins to thinks: what about him?

You two are here alone with no prying eyes and he’ll never know what neither of you tell.

And he almost lets himself slip up if you hadn’t pulled off of him and he is groaning — and not for the fact that you were just teasing him, but because he is now starting to feel the pain.

Neito groans again as you look him over while he sits up off the grass.

It comes back to him that you two literally just ran into each other.

I’m sorry . . . I wasn't looking . . . Are you alright, you stammer out too quickly for Monoma to really catch but he simply waves you off.

You stay though, continuing to look him up for any injuries; that fall had to have hurt him.

He stands up, dusting himself as he points towards the school gates. You look confused for a second and he has to remind you — just like he has to remind himself — that he’s still waiting for you in the front.

Neito studies the slight panic in your face because for a second he was clouding your mind instead of your partner and it swells his heart a little.

You want to stay and make sure he is alright but he knows that if he keeps you here any longer he could never forgive himself.

Monoma waves you off for the final time, saying how your still too weak to really hurt him and when you roll your eyes he knows he has reassured you enough.

Though you still tell him to go see Recovery Girl — you wouldn’t want to lose your only rival — he takes comfort in knowing that he has, at least, someplace in your mind occupied just for him . . .

Hitoshi thinks . . . well, he thinks you're a little too eager to see him.

He can’t seem to grasp just what about him makes you so happy.

Shinso knows it isn’t his looks because he knows he weighs nothing on the morning star; it can’t be his personality because he knows he is just as uninteresting as a bag of stones; and it surely isn’t his style because he had to send you picture for reassurance that these clothes were a good fit for a day at the fair — inevitably giving away what the date actually was.

However, he does know that whenever you grace him a glance you have the brightest look on your face and that is all that truly matters to him.

He smiles back at you — well — he grins a little when you come beside him and intertwines your fingers together.

When you both arrive at the fair, Hitoshi comes to the conclusion that he has regretted his decision.

The place is loud and crowded and the food smells heavenly but looks messy and the rides look fun but probably shouldn’t go that high and . . . is that a cat plushie.

You laugh at the look on his face, he seems far more confused than happy and if that wasn’t a for sure give away this was his first time than it was the fact that he screamed on the Ferris Wheel.

Shinso did apologize but you wave him off because honestly you're having fun and by the end of it you were sure Hitoshi did too as he proudly carries the prized cat plushie he won for you during the sledgehammer game back to the dorms.

The walks after dates are always this silent, the gentle sounds of the city filling in for the night.

Hitoshi knows he has no reason to worry about it because dates do end this way, but the feeling always eats at him little by little as you get closer and closer to UA. So much so that he is pulling you back before you even breach the gates.

“Did you have fun,” he asks making no attempt to meet your curious eyes and he honestly looks like a kicked puppy.

Because if you didn’t — he begins — than next time we could, you know do something else like the gaming center Denki is always mentioning or like the cake factory Rikido is always talking about or something like. . .

Hitoshi doesn’t even realize it but he has begun rambling and you have never seen him talk this much before or panic this much for the matter.

So in a spurt of courage and slight annoyance, you shut him up with a kiss.

Hitoshi is surprised of course because wow no one has ever kissed him to shut him up before and he is vaguely remembering the feeling of Izuku punching him that one time and he has to push himself out of the thought — why would he be thinking of Midoriya at a time like this.

Shinso focuses on anchors himself on the feeling of your lips taking in his own, plushie long forgotten on the floor beside your feet.

It is then that he thinks . . . well, he doesn’t need to think . . .

. . . because in the end, he kissed you first.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #ida x reader #kaminari x reader #monoma x reader #sero x reader #shinsou x reader #ida headcanons #kaminari headcanons #sero headcanons #monoma headcanons #shinso headcanons #mha x male reader #bnha x male reader #mha x gender neutral reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #[ gem’s headcannons — 💎 ]

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anothers-trash-my-treasure · 3 years

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Take It Out On Me

Happy Smutty Saturday! I seem to like writing things revolving around the pandemic lmaoo I'm sorry, I don't want to make that a habit. This is escapism, after all. Anyways, request from god knows how long ago about angry fucking with our fav gremlin boi

Pairing: Merriell Shelton / Reader (Female)

Warnings: 18+. There's some angst, some words exchanged in anger but nothing too crazy. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls don't be dumb) Rough sex, dirty talking, hints of BDSM if you squint, praise kink if you squint.

Word Count: 3K

Tag List: @edteche2 @xmxisxforxmaybe @diasimar @txmel @gloriousdarkangelsworld @paradoxicaltornado @404-not-found-xix

Enjoy!

When the pandemic started, things weren’t so bad. Your job allowed you to simply work from your laptop, you had turned the second bedroom/storage room into a makeshift office and it worked just fine. Merriell, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He had been laid off, and, at first, was incredibly stressed about it. Thankfully though, you made enough money to cover the rent and the government came through with some financial aid that helped Mer pay for the bills. You’d be okay.

In fact, once the financial stresses were taken care of, it was actually kind of nice. You two hadn’t lived together long, but long enough that you had noticed your schedule differences and long enough to know you had missed each other. Gone were the late nights at the shop that left you lonely and missing his touch. Quite the contrary, during the first few months, you had fucked like rabbits. He had taken you in every room of the house like you were christening the damn thing all over again. The kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, hell, he even had you in your ‘office’ at one point. It was fun, being together all the time.

Until it wasn’t.

Eventually, being cooped up in the same goddamn space all the damn time got to both of you. And you loved him dearly but god he was so fucking annoying sometimes. Usually, you could avoid creating tension either by slinking away to your office for a bit or politely asking him to take a walk. But the office door had been a lost cause ever since he fucked you up against it so hard it came right off its hinges and it was raining outside, so he couldn’t leave. You were stuck.

Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad, but the little things that usually didn’t matter had gone unchecked and undiscussed and were beginning to bite at your skin in a way you couldn’t ignore. For you, it had started when you went to the bathroom in the morning, only to discover he had left the toilet seat up and you fell right through. For him it had started when you unconsciously kicked him awake at 6 in the morning on a Saturday. And from there it spiraled. By the time you were ready for coffee, he had drunk the whole pot.

“Thanks for leaving me some.” you had grumbled, and maybe you meant it in good fun, but your sleepy attitude struck a chord, and you knew that because it was met with silence.

So maybe that’s why you didn’t ask him if he wanted some of the eggs you were making for breakfast. And maybe that’s why he decided the be extra loud when he finally made his own breakfast. Pots and pans clanging as he threw them in the sinks, cupboard doors slamming shut and using his fork just a little too violently in a way that set your whole being on edge.

By the end of the day, you had snapped at each other a few times and the tension was so thick that you could barely stand just being next to him. You hated that you were feeling this way, that these stupid lockdowns were driving you away from each other when all you wanted was the opposite. But you couldn’t let go of your anger and annoyance, and it bled through your veins, poisoning any conflict resolution that threatened to act as an antidote to your frustrations.

The last straw came at dinner. He had asked you what you wanted to eat and just the question had you gritting your teeth. So you had replied, telling him that he could make whatever he wanted. That, apparently, was the wrong answer.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he snarled, slamming his hand down onto the kitchen island, “Can you please jus' tell me what the fuck you want?!”

You had done nothing more than glance his way and roll your eyes, not getting a chance to respond before he was launching into a tangent.

“Seriously, what the fuck do ya think I am? Some kinda mind reader?” He asks, one hand gesturing wildly while the other keeps the counter in a white-knuckled grip, “Ya been in this fuckin’ mood all goddamn day and Darlin, I gotta say, ‘m fuckin’ sick of it.”

You bark out a sharp, bitter laugh, “Oh, you’re sick of it?” You stand up from the couch, walking behind it so you can get closer to him, “Like you haven’t been intentionally pissing me off all fucking day.”

His jaw pushes out in annoyance, both hands now gripping the countertop, “I promise you,” and you gotta give the guy credit for trying to regain some composure, “whateva’ I did to make you this goddamn bitchy was not intentional.”

“Oh, so I’m a bitch now?” You counter, folding your arms over your chest.

His eyes close and his chin tucks into his chest, recognizing his mistake but unwilling to apologize for it, “That’s not what I meant.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Tell me.” you insist, stepping closer to him, “Tell me what a bitch I’ve been. Blame all your problems on me. Because that’s just easier, isn’t it?”

It’s not true. You know. He knows it. But right now, all you can focus on is the anger that’s been boiling in the pit of your stomach.

“Y’know what? Maybe this-” he cuts himself off, but his quick gesture between the two of you finishes the rest of his sentence for him. Silence fills the kitchen and now there’s salt added to the wound. Hurt swirls with your anger and you can’t stop yourself from talking even if you tried.

“No, say it.” you encourage bitterly, crossing the line into the kitchen, “Tell me how moving in together was a mistake. Tell me how you can’t fucking stand living with me. Tell me how I’m so bitchy and how sick you are of my shit. Tell me-”

Before you can finish antagonizing him, he’s got you pushed up against the wall, his hands braced on either side of your head. He’s so close to you, you can feel his breath, angry and panting on your skin. You look into his eyes, seeing them hard and cold with his anger but something else lying behind them.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, and before you can even begin to be angry about it his lips are on yours and you can’t breathe.

His anger is very apparent, even as he kisses you. It’s rough, bruising, but it’s an outlet for all the negative feelings you’ve been experiencing so you kiss him back just as hard. You reach for him, unsure if you’re working to pull him closer and push him away. It doesn’t really matter though because he doesn’t let you touch him for long. Within seconds both your wrists are taken in one hand and pinned above your head. You fight against his hold, despite knowing it’s futile. In retaliation you bite down hard on his lip, feeling only a little satisfied when he pulls away in shock, his free hand coming up to check for blood. There's not.

You meet his eyes with a defiant smirk. He wants to play dirty? Fine. You can play that way too.

He steps away and for a second you think he’s actually going to walk away. But then-

“Get your ass to the bedroom.”

You almost laugh. If he thinks you’re, in any way, going to be compliant tonight, he’s sadly mistaken. Instead, you cross your arms, falling back to lean against the wall, your eyes never leaving his. He chuckles, an angry smirk crossing his features. He looks away, shaking his head, tongue poking against the side of his cheek in complete disbelief. Before you can think of your next move he’s got you thrown over his shoulder, marching the both of you down the hallway to your shared bedroom. You squirm, trying to push yourself to an angle that would let you fight his grip but it’s no use. By the time you work his hold free, he’s already dropping you on the bed. Although dropping may not be the right word, he all but slams you down, leaving you momentarily breathless.

Even then, he moves quickly. His hands move to his belt, quickly working the clasp back and off so he can slide his jeans off. Despite your anger, you feel heat pool between your legs when the fabric drops to reveal bare skin. It’s nothing new for Merriell, but it never fails to do something to you. He knows it too, a cocky smile gracing his face as he sheds his shirt too. He only lets you look for a second before he’s quickly flipping you onto your stomach. He forces you up onto your knees, hand finding the back of your neck to keep you where he wants you as he climbs onto the mattress behind you.

You put up a bit of a fight, although you’re becoming less and less focused on your anger and frustration and more focused on the feeling on his cock pressing against the back of your jean-clad thigh.

“Always seem to forget how fucking stubborn you are.” He growls into your ear, pressing himself against the line of you body while his free hand starts to unbutton and work off your pants, “Hard headed and difficult.” he continues, biting roughly on your earlobe just to here your intake of breathe and to feel you struggle against his hold, “A fucking brat.” He punctuates the last words by tugging both your jeans and panties down around your thighs roughly. You hiss at the forcefulness of the action, feeling the burn of the fabric against your skin contrasting with cool air against your bare pussy.

You’re completely at his mercy.

His presence is dominating, even though you can’t see him, his hands, one pressing on your neck to keep you still and the other caressing the swell of your ass, let you know exactly who's in charge. You don’t struggle, both of you knowing how much you want him, but you still hold an air of defiance. Your face is turned so you can breathe, but you won’t give him the satisfaction of looking at him. He tries to draw you out, teasing you by dragging his cock against your wetness. He alternates between taking the tip and rubbing it between your folds and fucking the space between your thighs. He knows what it does to you, can see the way you fight the urge to beg by pressing your lips together.

But you don’t fold.

“C’mon baby,” he taunts, venom laced in his words, “I know you want it.” As he talks the hand on your neck slides up into your hair, “Know you want that attitude fucked outta ya,” He tugs your hair roughly, pulling a gasp from your lips and forcing you to look back at him, “All ya gotta do is ask.”

You breathe heavily for a second, eyes locked with his, “Go fuck yourself.”

He growls, shoving your head back down into the mattress and thrusting into you roughly. Your back arches, eyes rolling back in your head as he begins to fuck you, not allowing you even a second to catch your breath. The second he sees bliss cross your features, he’s insufferable.

He laughs against a moan, “Feisty,” he comments, “but the second my dick’s in ya, you’re putty in my hands.”

You’re desperate to prove him wrong. You force your eyes open, locking them with his and pushing back against his thrusts, the headboard already banging against the wall with the force of both your movements.

“Feel’s good doesn’t it?” He asks, free hand coming down on your ass with a sharp smack.

“I’ve had better.” Your voice bounces with each thrust, but you’re determined to keep your composure, despite the pleasure that makes your toes curl.

Another growl rumbles through his chest and he lays another harsh smack to your rear, just to see your body react, “Liar,” he hisses, fingers digging into your skin.

His angle changes ever so slightly so that his cock now drags against your sweet spot with every movement and you can’t force your moan back. His eyes light up, laughing delightedly at the sound, “Had betta’ my ass.” he comments, leaning down to bite roughly on your shoulder, effectively leaving marks all across them, “Ya jus’ can’t help ya’self. You love it. Love the feeling of my cock in you.”

“Who says I’m thinking of you?” You shoot back.

You know it’s not true. Merriell was unlike any lover you had before, you were hopelessly and utterly ruined for anyone else. But that didn’t matter. The comment, however untruthful, hits his possessive streak just like you knew it would. He pulls out of you, flipping you onto your back and nearly ripping the remaining fabric off your body before resuming his brutal pace, this time using your wrists on either side of your head to hold you down. In this position he can ensure that you’re looking at him, leaving no doubt in either of your minds that it’s him that makes you feel like this. Only him.

“Such a fucking brat,” he growls, leaving bite marks all along your skin. By the time you’re done, there won’t be a part of your body that’s not marked by him.

He stops talking for a second, focusing instead on giving you the fucking of your life. He’d never fucked you like this. He’d been possessive, sweet, caring, loving, jealous. But never angry. Not like this. Every ounce of frustration and anger he’d felt was redirected to his hips, the air tense with the hurtful words you’d both said earlier.

“C’mon,” you taunt when he slows for a second, lips turned up in a sneer even as you pant, breathless, “That all you got?”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snarls, hoisting your legs up onto his shoulders, releasing your hands so he can move one to your throat, pressing you into the bed that way instead. It’s hard for you to breathe that way, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it. And if you thought he was fucking you hard before, it’s nothing compared to the way he’s fucking you now.

The new angle allows him to trust deeper into you and your stubborn resolve begins to fade a little. Your hands scramble to latch onto his forearm that holds you down, not trying to push him away but just searching for purchase, for support somewhere you’ve always found it. He’s not faring much better, head rolling back onto his shoulders with a groan as he fucks you. You’re both quickly abandoning your anger in favor of the pleasure that you provide each other.

“Merriell,” you mewl, a peace offering without even realizing it.

His head snaps back to look down at you, eyes sparkling at the sound of your name on his lips for the first time tonight, “There she is,” he pants, leaning down to kiss you, open-mouthed and filthy. It’s still harsh, but the anger behind his motions is nearly gone, “My good girl, huh?”

You don’t even need to nod, to voice your confirmation. It’s not even really a question. You both know you’d come to an unspoken agreement.

“Fuck, baby girl.” he moans against your mouth, slowing his trusts just enough so he can really make you feel the drag of his cock inside you, “Oh, you feel so good.”

You love it when he gets like this. When all he can do is fuck into you and voice his pleasure. It’s a sure sign of surrender.

“Yes,” you gasp, back arching up against his as you feel your pleasure begin to reach its peak, “Merriell, I’m close.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, nodding in agreement, “C’mon, baby I gotcha. Let go for me.”

Your eyes lock with his the second you feel yourself slip over the edge. You see the way his eyes watch you, full of love that he had hidden behind his anger earlier. Your nails dig into his arm and your eyes roll back, unable to help yourself as pleasure courses through your whole body. You think that maybe you're shaking, but you’re completely detached from your conscious, knowing only the bliss he’s brought you.

Your senses come back to you just in time to feel him finish inside of you. His head buries into your neck, muffling his moans against your skin. The hand that had previously held you down now cups the back of your neck, the other gripping the back of your thigh with a grip so tight, you’re sure you’ll wear his fingerprints for a week.

He collapses against you, staying buried in your heat but pulling back enough so he can kiss you passionately. You kiss him back, hands tangling in his hair as your emotions begin to rise. When he pulls back your eyes are wet with unshed tears.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, rubbing your noses together.

He nods, rubbing your noses together affectionately, “Me too,” he says, just as quiet, “Don’t leave.”

It’s a rare moment of sheer vulnerability, much needed after the heightened tensions throughout the past few days. You both knew, on some levels that the words shared earlier were spoken only out of frustration. But there was always that glimmer of doubt that you both felt. For him, it was always that you could find someone better. And for you, it was always the possibility of him growing sick of you.

You shake your head, kissing his softly, lovingly, “Never.”

After a few more moments of holding each other, he pulls out of you but doesn't move much further. He pulls you tight against his chest, kissing the top of your forehead. You bask in the silence for a handful of moments, just listening to each other breathe, finally feeling the tension between the two of you dissipate.

“Next time, can you just please put the seat down?” You murmur against his chest, a teasing tone to your voice.

He barks out a laugh and you grin against his skin at the sound.

Everything was going to be okay.

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years

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𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒.

Tw// eating disorder.

I was thinking of how I skip meals and stuff while studying, but still people could comment on how a certain way my body has gotten. So,,,yeah. Just wanted to write a blurb on that.

Eating meals thrice a day's fun thing, kiddos.

Harry's busy with album, well you with uni to the point you've no spare time to take care of yourself. You just wakes up giving a haste kiss to him, rush to university because you were studying all last night in the guest room not to disturb him knowing how half of limps he comes back from the studio. When you're back at home he's at the studio again and you straight away flops into your sheets without eating anything, then you again get up from your nap have a bit of snack and the routine goes on for irritatingly exhausting loop.

Else when Harry's not too busy in work he checks upon you while your nose's in books, he brings you snacks. green apples. your favourite chocolates. cack-buns. whatever he could steal from refrigerator. He clings to you until you don't end up taking a break pouting adorably, "what'd ye' do without me hu? starve yourself." So you always end up giving in.

When he becomes your tutor for the mean time and it all has one ending; that's him quenching out many orgasms from you while you thrash in his lap, him fuckin' you raw because he has missed your warmth too passion, him teasing you not letting you focus on what you're studying. That's the worst one from all of the above because when he does that he doesn't stop and it drives you insane.

When sometimes you're too stubborn he grabs you by ankles making you squeal in amusement and throws you on his shoulder to drag you to the nearest diner and swear you look like panda wearing his tattered t-shirt and pyjamas.

He doesn't let you sit in another room and study alone, whining that he couldn't sleep without you in his arms and he used to sleep on you listening to the buzz of whatever you were reading, cheek smashed against your tummy arms coiled around your waist.

That indeed caused you weakened eyesight from focusing under the night lamp. But, you loved it how he always tried to make you stick to him now he couldn't you miss him and his care.

Dinners long forgotten. In breakfast you eat cereal in the same bowl Harry did moments ago before leaving you have time for nothing, and in lunch you fill your system with cold coffees.

Now. You were free after your exams hanging out with your classfellows for few hours before going home and seep into your sheets for two damn days.

"Looks like you gained weight, during this semester." One of your classmates told you with a weird pull of her brows and you chuckled nervously not knowing what to say, the plastic cup of cold mocha in your hand getting sweaty.

"Pfft. She looks fine. This one was hectic for all of us. Y/n you look great." There's a huge lie under it because you look sodden and emotionally traumatised, you know it people don't need to butter things up for you.

You excused yourself from the hangout. You looked at delcious mocha with watering mouth and yearning gaze but you gave it to the homeless little girl in your way considered how many carbs it contains.

You rambled to yourself. Muttering under your breath what you'd have said to her. 'Maybe beacuse I'm happy and when you're happy your heart makes more blood. Maybe I'm hanging out with my friends more often eating to my fullest and maybe I enjoy having late night snacks with my boyfriend.'

But you were doing none of that so you couldn't have said that to her.

When you stepped inside your home it was smelling appetizing, again watering your mouth and making your stomach growl loudly.

When you padded inside Harry was making pasta for you in the kitchen singing a melody to himself most probably of his album. He's glowing from hanging out with his friends, writing songs, and singing them whole day at studio but you're not you feel miserable.

At some point you had thought of dropping out and end this shit for real but looking forward to Harry. How he faces every hardship and never gives up, you did not too. You're always gonna idolise him.

Harry notices your presence and he wide spreads his arms for you to just cuddle into him. Wooden spatula in his hand and he grins brightly at you, "c'mere puppy. made pasta fo' m'girl." You didn't felt like eating it. Not because you're not hungry. You're fucking starving but your stomach has gotten accustomed to be empty all the time that it's feeling like a mission to fill it.

"M'not hungry. Had lunch already." You muttered lying to him walking past him to your shared room and his brows rocketed to his forehead surprised that you didn't fled in his arms as you usually do, not even a peck on his cheek, not an appreciation that you'd eat it after your nap.

You're a bit cranky, stressed and all over the place. You don't want to take it all out in him because you know you'd say mean things just as "I missed you so much, but all you cared was to enjoy yourself with your friends and make songs with them." . "Duh. Only if I could be a singer who doesn't needs to do anything." Or "you didn't once checked upon me." Because you know that would be your nonsensical words but it would really hurt him.

Not changing into comfortable clothes you dived into your sheets sleeping on your stomach. Harry felt alone and sad even though you guys aren't being that close for months despite of some quick sex in shower and when you or him badly needs a release.

He didn't even touched his home made pasta putting it in container and storing it into fridge. His ears perked up at your moans, only realizing that those were moans of pain. You were groaning in your sleep from the headache and cold sweat breaking all over you, you're feeling nauseous even in your sleep too.

Harry was by your side resting his hand atop your shoulder and he found you bathed into sweat, pulling his bottom lip he frowned running his thumb in circles at the nape of your neck.

It's so unlike of you. To not change and brush your hair before going to bed. He turned you around, "shh. sh. baby 's me Harry." He whispered when you whimpered snuggling your face to his folded thigh and tucking your hands in between your own thighs like a sandwich.

He stroked your blazed flushed cheeks with the back of his index finger. Taking in the slightest of features that looks worn out, he really missed you and he kinda feels bad that he got so engulfed into everything that he forgot to check if you're okay.

He pecked your lips removing duvet from over you changing your clothes only leaving you in your panties and your favourite rolling stone shirt of his's. He massaged your soles and ankles a timid smile creeping at his lips at the memory how he used to give you head and back massages. He missed being by your side too.

It was past midnight and you were still into deep sleep. Concerned Harry gently tapped your shoulders kissing your forehead, "bubba. wake up darlin' you haven't eaten anything." Only if Harry knew how it has become a routine.

You woke up with little yawns and cute rubs of eyes making your Harry giggle and shower you in his loud wet kisses. The storm had yet to come. When your eyes fell over your clothes anxiety ignited in all of your body and you pushed him not even glimpesing at the awfully hurt eyes he got after that.

You quickly covered yourself with duvet with wide eyes stuttering, "why did you changed my clothes." You don't want him to look at you when you're so out of shape and not feeling physically appreciative in yourself even though you're exactly how you were before.

This's what happens when someone puts the seed of insecurities inside you.

Harry did what he has been doing the whole day, frowned in confusion he doesn't want to think you're done with him and doesn't loves him anymore but it's flickering through his mind.

"M'sorry, jus' thought that I always used to change you. You wouldn't mind." At this you strewned your lip inside not to cry at your situation how do you tell him what you're feeling?

He fumbled with his rings. Shaking your head you stood up but a train of dizziness making you knock your knees with the beds foot and Harry was on his feet wrapping you in his arms.

"You need to eat. m'not takin' any excuses. When was the last time you ate?" He was furious at you. He doesn't care if you push him this time too. He loves you too much to let you ruin your health like this. When even you forgot that what was the last time you ate a proper meal He shook his head in exasperation.

The door to ensuite bathroom was open wide as he sat a tray of pasta and two plates infront of you, his head craned in your direction as you examined yourself in the bright lit mirror.

Pinching your slightest pouch then turning a little to have a proper look of yourself. Harry didn't said anything he just observed you joining the dots clearing his throat, "come to me, pet." He made space for you and you tried to give him a smile that came out wavering.

Eating in silence. After, so much time it feels like eating a proper meal's a blessing but you couldn't eat much giving it to Harry and he took it from you kissing your head.

"Sorry." You mumbled and he stood taking the trays with himself raising his finger in air gesturing you to wait.

He waddled back not thinking twice and taking you in his arms, burying his nose into your hair as you did into his sweater cuddling closer to him.

"I know you're not feelin' good. Bad days happens with all of us." His lips lingered over your hair and he's missing the usual smell of your shampoo. He smoothed down your arms and it's the proper cuddle you're sharing after so long.

"Whateva' goin' with you tell me whenev' you're ready." His finger tucks under your chin thumb circling over your softest skin.

You just wanted to let it all out but decided against it thinking you're gonna get back to normal and everything would be okay.

Sensing your hesitation just from the beats of your heart he reminded you looking you straight in your eyes, "remember. I'm gonna love you forever and always. Whateva' it takes for m'body to."

You nodded giving a chaste kiss to his lips and both of your eyes fluttered at that warmth, his fingers dipping into your hips.

Next day you were way better. Hanging out with Harry's bestest friend at café near your home, Harry has his arm slinged around your shoulder keeping you close to him as he talked joyously.

"What would you like to eat bunny? Brownie?" He asked you knowing how much you love brownies. If anyone wants to have their way to your heart it's always brownies and chocolates.

When you first started dating Harry, he knew how much you loved chocolates so he would bring a box of different chocolates with one tulip everytime he used to visit you. He used to fed those delights to you (with a kiss in return of each) so much that you had a sugar crash once which isn't your proudest moment.

You shook your head at which his friend quips, "ooooh dieting miss?" Then that same damn insecurity came back rushing to you and when you looked down then to her asking her innocently Harry's heart broke into millions pieces, realization dawning on him with a jab.

"Do you think I need to diet?" She shakes her head vigorously trying to make you understand that her intention wasn't to make you feel bad, "hey no. you're perfectly healthy I was just teasing you." You nod at her with a little "oh." and after that Harry felt you zoning out away from him emotionally.

At home on your bed while Harry rummaged through drawers for your favourite sushi socks you pondered over everything quietly, it's frustrating him. Your silence's killing him. He wants his bubbly bunny back who used to hop in excitement, who used to crack boomer jokes with him, who used to eat brownies and chocolates like it's her last sweetness.

"Bunny..." He gave a squeeze to your ankle after slipping your feet into warm socks, "talk t' me yeah? 'S killin' me." You sapped your teeth into your lower lip.

"It's been hard Harry. Very very hard." He cradles your jaw and you continued, "my head used to ache so bad while studying, eyes used to sting and I stopped eating anything...." Tears bearing at your eyeline and Harry scoots closer to you. He feels awful.

".....n' and you weren't there. I missed you so much you know...wanted to sleep in your arms after a long day...." You were full on sobbing now and Harry's own lip wobbled he can't see you crying especially when he's the reason.

"M' s' sorry baby. Such a dickhead I'm." He wipes your tears with his hands lost inside you hair and thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks.

"Then again people had to throw it on my face that I've gained extra fats—" Harry grunted at this nose flaring, "who the fuck told ya—oh my god." His eyes enlarging and he felt so fucking remorseful that this's what you were insecure of from days.

"Listen to me y/n. You're exactly like how you were baby. Except more beautiful. Don't let any man, any woman to tell you that you're not. Don't let 'em hurt ye' bunny." He pulled you in his lap kissing your cheeks as you cried into his shoulder and he let you because you need it.

"Never hide your body from me bubba. You know that I worship it with my whole heart." He murmured and now you're full on crying with breath hitching, hiccuping like an innocent baby.

"M' an' awful person." He protested knuckles feathering your jaw, "no you're not."

"Yes I'm. You love me so much and–and I wanted to say mean hurtful things to you." You huffed at him when he smiled musingly, "because I was the one never giving my all lovin" to you how you deserve in the very first place. No' made sure you were eatin' properly or not, you know how worried I got findin' you practically drenched with sweat in bed that day? It was because of your low blood pressure."

He squeezes you in his arms, sponging light kisses at the side of your neck while you closed your eyes and he slipped his hand under your shirt tickling you hooking his thumb in your belly button.

"I'll love your soul in every body." His affectionate words soon turned into cheeky ones, "anddd yeh' know how much I like pregnant women."

You giggled at him smacking his shoulder but he captured it interlacing your fingers kissing the gap of your each knuckle.

That night. You guys made dinner together eating it with a big smile and gratefully for Harry you licked your plate clean.

"Sweets?" You asked him with a lowered gaze and a tilt of your head. He tapped his lips teasingly straddling you over his thigh and a moan fused into warm air when your lips slotted into perfect missing puzzles.

He admired. Sipped. Adored every inch of you tasting your mouth while his fingers kissed the dip of your waist and thighs.

"Hmm. Close your eyes open your mouth." He pecked your lips placing his thumb over your tongue and you obeyed closing your eyes shut.

Soon his thumb was replaced with dark sweetness and you instantly got on what he has done, immediately opening your eyes chewing the chocolate. Tangerine bursting on your tongue as the chocolate cracked open.

"Such a cute little mouth chews just like a bunny." He moans against your lips swiping at the hint of chocolate on your lower lip and you mumbled an appreciative 'thank you.' to him which was soon captured by his own mouth in the form of passionate kiss.

P.s: I freakin' love chocolates and this whole situation I wrote it on me because I know I've alot of people struggling through the same difficulty the thing's we've to be our own Harry.

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xoluvx · 5 years

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Peter From Chemistry - P.PxReader

Warning: initial fluff, but some smut at the end & swearing

Summary: You meet a cute boy in your chemistry class & though he seems to be interested, nothing really come out of it. Until he texts you one night asking if he can come over. Oh and did I mention? You’re both hiding something.

Word Count: 3.5K

Alright, so this stemmed from a personal experience. Obviously my person wasn’t Peter Parker and they were definitely no Spider-Man. BUT I thought it’d make for a cool Peter imagine. & there’s nothing better than pulling from personal experience. Also kinda had a hard time figuring out how to end, so enjoy or whateva!

You stumbled into the cold classroom, gripping the strap of your backpack lazily resting on your shoulder. Your eyes shifted to the clock hanging on the wall. 9:02am. Shit, you were late. Two minutes, but still late. All the seats were taken and now you were awkwardly standing there trying not to cause a scene.

“Nice of you to join us, please take a seat.” Too late.

You searched the room for an empty seat and quickly made your way to an empty stool. The only empty stool. You dropped your backpack on the floor, settling down into the seat. You briefly made eye contact with the boy sitting across from you. It was obvious he was trying hard not to acknowledge you, spare you some embarrassment for walking in late, but his brown eyes caught yours for a second. His lips forming a tight line smile.

The first day of classes always sucked. Syllabi were thrown around; awkward icebreakers were always a must and there were always those uncomfortable silences amongst strangers. You were done with the buffoonery. But alas here you were flipping through the four-page packet compromised of your chemistry course calendar, assignments, and tasks for the next few weeks.

The voice of your professor faded in and out as you skimmed the classroom. You could probably count the number of women in the room with one hand. Your professor being one of them.

You were quickly pulled out of your trance when you heard the professor say, “Okay so please give your name, major, year and why you’re taking this course.” You tried really hard not to roll your eyes. Didn’t professors have any better ice breaker? Better yet, couldn’t they skip it all together? You weren’t here to make friends, you just needed to pass.

You leaned your head on the palm of your hand as you hear people introducing themselves. You really couldn’t care less, until the boy - that one with the big doe eyes and tight line smile - started speaking. He cleared his throat, furrowing his brows. “Um, my name is Peter. I’m a first year undeclared.” The teacher, whose arms were folded, nodded her head. “Why are you taking this course, Peter?”

You watch the boy fumble on the stool, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. “Considering a chemistry minor,” he said giving her a small smile. You tried hard not to smirk, glancing at the dorky pun t-shirt he was wearing; this kid did not look like he needed the course.

Now it was your turn. Having been through this same ice breaker for multiple classes, you were quick. “My name is Y/n. Second year, electrical engineering and physics double major. Minor in chemistry. Taking this course for my minor.”

You felt everyone’s eyes fixate on you. You were used to it. The only pair of eyes that mattered were those of the boy across from you whose mouth had fallen open absorbing in the information. You looked at him briefly, noticing his brows furrowed, one of them unruly. You looked away and towards the professor giving her an awkward smile. “Great, impressive y/n,” she said motioning towards the next student.

That’s how the class went for the next hour and forty-five minutes. It was pure torture. After a painstaking review of the course, the syllabus and the expectations, the teacher closed the class with a quick explanation of the final project.

Final project? You thought to yourself. On cue the professor spoke. “I know the final project is ways out, but this is going to be a partner project so I am giving you the opportunity now to start thinking of who you want to partner with. This is worth 45% of your grade. Partner choices need to be emailed to me by this Sunday. Class dismissed.”

You sighed softly taking in the information, the room quickly engulfed in chatter. People were already busy finding a partner, jotting down numbers, exchanging details. Most of the people here looked like they knew each other. You, never straying from your group of friends and keeping your circles separate, had no idea who you were going to partner with.

As people started exiting the room, you hopped off your stool, grabbing your backpack from the floor. You swung it over your shoulder pulling your phone from its side pocket looking through your texts: roommates wanting to meet up for an early lunch.

You opened the classroom door, ready to leave when you felt a faint touch on your shoulder. You flinched turning to face whoever had touched you. It was the boy. You’d almost forgotten about him.

You walked out of the room, him following close behind. “You want to be partners?” He asked holding tight to the straps of his backpack as he walked next to you. You looked away from your feet to look at him. He had a look you couldn’t quite read. Expecting? Nervous?

You tugged a piece of hair behind your ear and shrugged. “Sure,” you say calmly. Though inside you were freaking relieved you didn’t have to go out of your way to find a partner. Plus, it didn’t hurt that he was cute.

You see him struggle to get his phone out of his hoodie pocket. Fingers fumbling with the material. You try to restrain a laugh, but a small noise slips through your lips. He finally gets a hold of his phone and pulls up a new contact card. He nervously hands you the phone, cheeks burning from the incident.

You smile, typing your phone number into his phone along with your name. You save the information and hand his phone back before turning on your heel. You keep your face turned to him as you walk away. “I’ll see Thursday,” you say throwing him a small smile before turning your back on him, making your way towards the dining hall where you were meeting your roommates.

Peter stood there, phone in his hand, watching you walk away. He watched as your hair bounced ever so slightly with every step you took. He looked down at his phone, a big goofy smile spreading across his face.

You were sprawled across your couch after lunch with your roommates. Hands resting on your belly as you watched one of your roommates working on the coffee table.

Chemistry was the only class you had today, now you had to wait two days to see the cute boy again. You debated whether or not to tell your roommates knowing they’d tease you. He was only a freshman, after all.

Noticing the sudden silence, your roommate looked up putting her pencil down. “What’s on your mind?” she asked. You looked down at her, one of your fingers twirling a piece of your hair. You couldn’t keep the information to yourself any longer, it was just begging to burst out of your chest.

“There’s this cute guy in my class,” you say, mind drifting to thoughts of the boy.

Your roommate quickly got up pushing your legs off the couch so she could sit. “Okay, tell me more!” She pried resting her face in her hand, resting on the couch’s arm chair. “I mean there’s not much to tell. He’s in my chemistry class. We’re partners.” You see her eyes light up mouthing partners using air quotes. You kick her leg, rolling your eyes. “Stop, he’s like super innocent looking.” You say sighing thinking of how awkward he was when asking you to be partners.

Your conversation came to a halt when your phone vibrated. It was resting on the coffee table. Quickly reaching for it, you noticed you’d received a text … from an unsaved number. Curious, you opened the text notification.

‘Hey, it’s Peter. Peter from chemistry.’

You gulped, a small smile forming on your lips. You flashed the phone towards your roommate. “Peter from chemistry,” you say testing how the words sounded slipping off your tongue. Your roommate raised her eyebrows giving you a small joking silent clap. You laugh and look down at your phone, debating what you should say. You settle on a simple Hey.

‘Do we have homework for Thursday?’

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. You knew this was just a ploy to talk to you because the syllabus had all the homework assignments for the rest of the quarter.

‘No homework :)’

Your reply was short and sweet. The three daunting dots popped up on the bottom of the screen and disappeared just as fast. You sighed putting your phone down.

You slipped on to the same stool as the last time you were in this room. This time, you were 20 minutes early. Excessive, yes, but you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself again. You were immersed in your phone, scrolling through social media when you heard the screeching of a stool being pulled out in front of you.

You tried hard not to look up, but not able to resist you quickly glanced up from your phone. Your eyes met Peter’s. He gave you a small smile as he lowered his backpack to the ground. “Hey,” he says playing with his hands now resting on the table. “Hi,” you reply.

You’re not going to lie and pretend like you weren’t hurt by the fact that he never texted you back. You spent all day that Tuesday and the following day wondering if he was going to text back. He never did. Now you kind of resented him for it. He clearly knew you had no homework, yet he went out of his way to try to start a conversation and left you high and dry.

The rest of the class didn’t go any better. The professor lectured. There were awkward glances between you and Peter. Uncomfortable silences when the professor asked your table to “discuss”. You couldn’t wait to get out of here.

‘Can I come over?’

The text that flashed on your phone screen as you laid in bed made your heart skip a beat. It fluttered and you feel the thumping all the way up at the side of your face that laid on the pillows. You opened the text, watching the familiar three dot bubble pop up.

They appeared and disappeared and you wondered what he could be typing.

It’d been a few weeks since that awkward incident. By this point, you and Peter had pushed past the awkwardness focusing on the reason you had his number in the first place. The final project. Yeah, you’d gotten to know a few details of his life (as much as he’d let out), but there been no significant moments that made you believe he was into you.

Until now.

‘I want to see you.’

The second text made your fingers cold. The thumping of your heart picked up its speed and your hand could hardly hold on to your phone. But they did, long enough for you to drop a pin and a simple ‘text me when you’re here’.

It hadn’t been more than five minutes when you received a text from the boy letting you know that he was outside. How the hell did he get here so fast? You wondered. He lived on campus, the house you shared with your roommates was a good few minutes’ walk from the dorms.

You struggled to get out of bed, the nerves of meeting him outside of class. At night. It was too much for you. You were a confident person, yeah. But this boy just seemed to make you all mush all the time.

Grabbing a grip of yourself, you pushed your body off the bed. Feet making instant contact with the cold floor, sending shivers up your spine. In the attempt of mentally preparing yourself to greet Peter, you’d forgotten to change into something “visitor friendly”. Your large t-shirt fell mid-thigh barely hiding your small athletic shorts that clung to every nook and cranny of your behind.

You tugged on the bottom of the shirt pulling it down.

‘It’s kinda cold out here’

You blushed reading the text, feeling bad you’d taken so long. You rushed down the hall and towards the door. When you opened the door, Peter had his hands deep within the pockets of his jeans. The flimsy material of his navy-blue jacket hardly shielding him from the cold.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize opening the door wide enough to let him in. He brushed past you blowing air up to his upper lip and nose trying to get warm. You felt your body tingle at the slightly bit of contact you had made with the side of his arm.

You’d also completely forgotten about your outfit until Peter had settled into your house his eyes lingering. His eyes shifted from your bare thighs up to fabric that poorly covered your breasts. You folded your arms, clearing your throat before guiding Peter to your room. You were too afraid your roommates might walk out at any instance.

He nervously followed, playing with the zipper of his jacket. When you’d reach the door of your room, you turned back to Peter giving him a small nervous smile. Peter cleared his throat, stepping into your sacred land.

“You can sit,” you spoke in a soft voice patting the space next to you on the bed. Peter rubbed his hands together, still cold. Yet, he removed his jacket revealing his toned arms in a tight shirt. One you’d never seen before. You bit the inside of your lip, your throat suddenly dry.

Peter slid his body next to yours, his hands crossed on his lap. There’d been zero physical contact, but somehow this felt very intimate. There was a silence, not awkward, between the two of you. It was soon filled with the rustling of your covers moving under your body as you shifted your weight. Peter cleared his throat shifting his eyes to meet your gaze.

“So… you wanted to see me?” you ask, the awkwardness now settling in.

You didn’t feel awkward being in his presence. You felt awkward that he seemed to be the one to always make the first move, but never followed through. Not but ten minutes ago he was asking to come over, stating he wanted to see you. You’d caught a glimpse of the confident Peter you hoped was deep inside, but now he was sitting at the foot of your bed playing his fingers nervously.

“I – I just …” For someone who was wicked smart, he couldn’t articulate a coherent thought. Your hand rested on the exposed skin of your thigh watching Peter’s lips move nervously.

Peter’s eyes were fixated on you. Yours were fixated on his lips watching his bottom lip quivered as you inched closer. There was an obvious attraction. An unexplainable pull. Two forces destined to be together. The beating of your heart became louder and obvious as your body neared Peter’s, who was now matching your own movements.

You brushed your nose against Peter’s, familiarizing yourself with his breathing. He tilted his head, your lips brushing ever so slightly before pulling away to brush your nose. You gulped; the anticipation too high. The hand that was resting on your thigh moved to hold on to Peter’s arm feeling the way his bicep flexed when he felt your delicate touch.

His lips were parted, inches from yours. You were so close you were practically exchanging breaths. He’d exhale and you’d inhale. Peter brought his right hand to the back of your neck, massaging the sensitive area. His mouth still so fucking close to yours, but never actually touching.

You whimpered, your hand falling down to his thigh gripping it tightly. A plea for more.

Peter’s tongue curiously traced your top lip. He clenched his jaw, still gripping to the back of your neck, before repeating the action on your bottom lip. It took every fiber in your body to control yourself, letting Peter take the lead. He had been the one asking to come over after all, you wanted to see what he could do.

He dug his fingers deeper into your neck eliciting a moan. The moan that sent him over the edge. He attacked your lips with his own. Hunger in each nip and tug at your bottom lip. His tongue brushed your bottom lip begging for permission. You open your mouth inviting him in.

Your tongues danced, so glorious. The feeling rushing all the way down to your core. Your body pushing itself against his side as he played with your hair, faces moving this way and that.

You brought yourself to sit on your knees, hovering over Peter. Both your hands finding their way to his face working on tilting his head to give you the best angle to devour him.

His free hand had cupped the bottom of your thigh and was slowly creeping up your ass and towards your back. You shivered under his touch, his hands still cold from the minutes he spent waiting for you.

“Do you want this?” He asked pulling himself from your grip. Searching your face for answers. You eagerly nodded, the lust slipping through your lips when you felt his hand reach under your shorts to squeeze the supple skin.

He pulled you down so you were straddling his lap. Your lips reconnected. This time it was soft and deep. Your lips connecting and reconnecting as your faces titled in opposite directions every few seconds.

You felt his fingers digging into the sides of your waist, his hips bucked longing to feel your every movement. You ground your hips into his, whimpering into his mouth.

Fuck you, Peter from chemistry. You thought melting under his touch.

& fuck you he did.

The birds outside your window brought you out of your slumber. Feeling your tense body, you stretch into a starfish before hitting the back of Peter’s head.

You retracted your hand, mentality cursing. You hadn’t forgotten about last night. Hell, it was going to take a long time to forget about the way he listened to your body. The way he made you quiver. The way he licked the skin under your ear sending you into a fit of moans and whimpers.

How the hell did this boy know how to do all this? And better yet, how could you get him to do it again?

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt the body next to you shift his weight. A low groan escaping his lips as he brought his arms up to shield his eyes from the sun peeking through your blinds.

You bit your lip watching the veins in his arms and the way his hair was pointing in all different directions. He was a god. No doubt.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He mumbled his arms still slung over his eyes but an obvious smirk had taken over his lips.

“HA” you replied turning your back to him, a sad attempt at hiding your flushed cheeks.

It wasn’t long before you felt his body molding on your back, his arm wrapped around you bringing you closer. The tip of his nose caressed your shoulder. You settled into the embrace as he planted a kiss on the same spot. Then the nape of your neck. And finally that sweet spot right below your ear.

“We should get out of bed,” you whisper bringing your hand up to your nightstand to grab your phone. Peter eyed your movements. You pressed the home button to check the time and as soon as your lock screen flashed, Peter’s body went limp.

Noticing the sudden shift, you turned your head towards him as much as you could asking what was wrong.

Peter, still collecting his thoughts, finally responded. “Why do you have a picture of Tony Stark and a little girl as your screensaver?”

Your brows furrowed moving your body so that you were now fully facing Peter. “You mean a picture of myself? ... with my dad?” You asked confused clutching to the comforter.

Peter’s mouth was suddenly dry and he was trying really hard to swallow the shock. “Your dad?” He asked hoping you’d say you were pranking him.

You sat up, pulling the sheets to cover your breast. “I thought you knew? Everyone here knows who I am.” You say referring back to the obvious knowledge. You were an electrical engineer and physics double major with a chemistry minor for fucks sake. Try saying that five times.

Peter laid flat on his back, groaning and placing his palms on his eyes trying to process the information. Did he really just have sex with Mr. Stark’s daughter? Worse. Did she know he was Spider-Man?

“Wait if you’re Tony Stark’s daughter why are you never at the compound?” He instantly regretted saying that knowing he had definitely given up his cover, if she didn’t already know.

“How do you know that?” She asked. Confusion written on her face.

Peter groaned again. Should he tell her? Or should he risk having her snoop around and find out by someone who wasn’t him?

“I’m Spider-Man!!” He blurted searching your face for some form of comfort or understanding.

Your mouth formed an O. Why did this lifestyle, heroes and whatnot, follow you everywhere? I mean apart from the fact that you were Tony Stark’s daughter and it was kinda written in your cards. You groaned coming to terms with your fate.

Goddamit, Peter from chemistry. Fuck you. You thought straddling his lap. His hands instantly finding his favorite parts of you.

PART TWO

Masterlist ♥

#peter parker #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x stark!daughter #tom holland #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland smut #spiderman

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diangeloyoyok · 4 years

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my review on pjo movies

first up with have The Lighting Thief obviously

Poseidon’s entrance lowkey kinda fire but high key weird

‘it’s been many years’ didn’t y’all just have that winter solstice party together ???

‘if your son if the thief i will send him to the pits of tartarus’ ouch that hurt ngl

logan lerman 🥺

he would’ve been such a good percy if they did the movies when he was younger IDC IDC IDC

i stan black grover and just grover overall

i wish we got to see my bitch nancy

sally and percy sallY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY

gabe to me is just *hmm* perfect in this movie, he’s not as mean in the movies but he’s still an asshole ehehehe

i love Chiron actor i think it’s very accurate

also wtf chiron is bros with the big three lols 😹

y’all know jenna davis?- that’s who the girl who plays ms dodd’s looks like

so they just gonna ignore him and tak ab him while he’s RIGJT. THERE.

‘This is a pen. This is a pen.’

‘Are you guys crazy? This is a pen man!’

the scene with gabe makes me uncomfy bc percy says in the book gabe never hits percy in front of sally but ok 😗✌️

leaving percy was the *mOST* difficult thing poseidon *the GOD of water* has ever done wow percy is that cool

‘You’re half donkey?!”

i am da wittlest minotaur 😳✨🙈

such a subtle entrance to the camp love it

why y’all give percy the pen before he supposed to be a badass and rip the horn off wjth his hands but ig

wait so in this dumbass movie percy doesn’t even do anything to get the horn goodbye

i’m still very pissed that they took the scene of annabeth sayjng ‘you drool when you sleep’ but it’s fine i’m NOT fine

why is no one wearing camp shirts 🤬

they may be wrong but i didnt know it was ‘brUnner’ not ‘brUNner’

it’s kinda cute how when percy first sees annabeth he’s like ‘ooouuu who’s that name now 😌😏”

brown haired blue eyed looking ass BITCH

‘A real horses ass’ laughed a LITTLE

so the poseidon cabin is just *THAT* open poor percy no privacy

oh wait wth they already know his daddy poseidon 🤨

like everyone just knew ????

when did percy get new clothes the fuck

why did everyone laugh and shake their heads when chiron introduced percy what whores

omg luke 🥺

i know everyone knows this but it’s *SOOOOOOOOO* unrealistic annabeth and luke aren’t on the same team. like i’m pretty sure in the first book annabeth said they had a permanent allies type thing with the hermes cabin

‘that’s a sword! that’s a sword’ aw baby luke why’d you have to be evil 🙁🤚

where the FUCK did that bitch tryna be annabae come from

she realky said ‘i love trees🌲☺️❤️’

why does annabeth act like clarisse during capture the flag

also the fuCK WHERE MY BABY CLARISSE

why are there like actual 30 yr olds at camp

luke was so excited when he saw percy get up he said ‘omg no way✨’

so suddenly percy just knows sword play 😀

and deFEATS ANNABETH WE ALL KNOW HE CANT EVEN DO THAT NOW

y’all red heads a bunch of babies

i already know it’s coming

shit no

i hate it

i hate it so much

already ew’d out

‘i definitely have strong feelings for you, i just haven’t decided if they’re positive or negative yet.’

‘well you let me know when you figure it out’

‘you’ll be the first’

why they just drinking nectar for fun?? like bruh you tryna die or sum

after that i can’t watch anymore tonight

it’s been like 3 weeks but let’s not talk about that

i’m not even gonna comment on the campfire scene anymore my god

i like how in movies everyone is like “omg the underworld so scary percy you can’t go that’s so dangerous you will DIE”

and in the books they’re like “yeah it’s dangerous but whateva you 12 yr olds have fun down there bring me a souvenir!!”

why does luke have?? video?? games?? in?? his?? cabin??

WAIT LIKE A WHOLE ASS TECHNOLOGY SETUP WHAT

why is luke the only one in his cabin like where’s the stolls and chris 😳

you mean to tell me luke broke into hermes house just for like funzies and to steal shit?

sounds like travis and connor but ok✨

what the fuck even is the whole pearl plot

i don’t even wanna talk about the medusa scene

percy has an ipod 🤡

“i’ve only been in the outside world a few times” did you fucking practice driving those few times or WHAT

if percy could actually heal people with water wowie imagine how useful

why did percy bring swimming trunks on a quest

can this brown haired bitch shut up already

sally never took gabes last name excuse you 🤣

ofc it’s fucking fox news giving us that bullshit info on sally

they in nashville wee-doggie 🤠

‘hey it’s your mom’ obviously dumbass she has eyes

so they hid in the potty room for like 5 hours? huh

yeah let’s jus facetime lukey real quick 🥰

silly boy percy

“how flipping awesome was that”

does percy even know he can bend water in the first book

that’s gonna be an unexplainable statue for the workers tmrw

lotus hotel baby

the only reason this movie is watchable

vegas be lookin kinda fresh i wannna go

i wanna stay at the lotus hotel this place looks sick asf

lotus flower treats yummy yum

here comes gaga 😮

why they laugjing so much

wonder if nico likes gaga

imagine like 10 yr old nico just straight vibing there

grover pulling out the dance movies yessir 🤩

“no❤️ percy don’t eat the flower”

why didn’t percy just like grab the flowers and throw them

OOOO KESHA WE LOVE TO SEE IT

TIKTOK ON THE CLOCK BUT THE PARTY DONT STOP NOW WOAHWOAHWOAH

i’m bored ✨

ooo skeletons

charon my queen 👑🥳

“we drowned in a bathtub, all three of us” 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

i wish that was in the movie

i wish a lot of things were in the movie hit that is high

we’re in the same boat in the very same boat

how do you get seasick in an elevator- BOAT?

the way to the underworld is over the styx it’s a river

i know, you show off chicks

sexist much? go make a splash

i’ll splash you

it’s like watching titian’s clash, they’ll kill each other it they’ll kiss if we’re lucky they’ll end up in an abyss

anyways✨

hades do be looking kinda cool tho

that’s a cool ring you got there hades

omg mommy sally 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

how did percy not notice the lightening bolt in the damn shield befORE???

“it’s luke shield he betrayed us”

damn she switched sides real fast

this phoney bitch why does she want power and a war sis go plant shit

i refuse to believe hades is abusive sorry sis you ain’t fooling me

god where’s Juniper when you need her

so no fight between percy and aries 🤡

instead we have lukey pukey

omh he’s the lightening thief i did not see that coming ong 😳

^^ me on twitter after it’s revealed on the percy jackson tv show

can this luke character chile

percy pulled a harry styles and said “i’m falling” 😔

i’m thE SON OF POSEIDON I NEVER ASKED TO BE BUT IM THE SON OF POSEIDON

“yeah, i think i am the son of poseidon”

okay 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

omG i goT bUtTerFliEs

how does s-dog jusy know how to get to olympus did y’all get freaky up there or

that’s actually kinda how i imagine olympus looking so

i guess

good job

maybe

what is this ant man why they so small

“i have no connection to poseidon”

p-dog looked kinda hurted 😳

as if zeus would ever compliment percy

has athena ever told annabeth *or any of her kids* i’m proud of you

“i need to speak with him” “just this once”

yet we got poseidon showing up once in awhile just to say hi

7 months? 😀

percy was 7 months old?

now i don’t remember much but i don’t think it was that long luv ❤️

“always”

i thought i was watching percy jackson not harry potter tf is up

sally and percy have my whole heart

g-man got his horns

chiron 🥺✨

missed my main hoe 😍

why are there so many fucking campers

there’s like 500

let’s take a chill pill shall we

annabeth and percy look like siblings in this

incest 😳

they bouta fiGHTshe better have won

k well that’s it thank the gods 😘

i’ll be back in like 4 months to review sea of monsters i need a break of bullshit

OH ITS NOT OVER

it’s gabe

he pulled a demi

stone cold

everyone will be happier without him

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo movies #so fucking stupid #anabeth chase #grover underwood #heroes of olympus #disney+#pjo adaptation #percabeth #rick riordan

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alri-xo · 4 years

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Ship of Dreams (Titanic 1997 AU) | Chapter 3

Gif not mine.

A/N: So I honestly needed to get on with the third chapter because I took so long to make the second. And I can't let another idea slip away for this now that I'm trying to distract myself from my negative thoughts. But this all comes from a good place called my heart. And I hope you are all loving this so far... There are parts of this story that I added more to the plot or whateva... I also actually watched the deleted scenes and some of them I wanted to include in the story to make things more interesting because in all honesty they deserved to be on the movie so I'm just going to include SOME of them.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) x Reader, Alexander Pierce x Reader

Warnings: Mention of Suicide.

Reader's Point of View

The night came, and just like that, it was supper time. All people in first class dressed up in some of the jewels and dresses they have brought with them for just this time of day.

Clearly, everybody fancies the night, especially like in this part of the ship, where everyone of good name and full pocket get together for a brandy and thick cigars... For the men at least.

Here I am seated beside my fiancé and my mother across the table as I try to look like I enjoy myself. I assume a smile or a small giggle, mother told me to be more proper. So this is all just for show.

I dare not tell what I truly feel, or why I don't tell why I don't say so if ever I did. People like them will never understand. Too caught up in the champagne they drink and the hats they wear as big as the egos they hide behind. Too caught up in the thick rolled cigar with gold lined in the middle and the brandy they drink.

Too caught up in the forthcoming wedding to even care for what I feel.

I saw my whole life as if I already lived it... An endless parade of parties and cotillions, yachts and polo matches... Always the same narrow people and the same mindless chatter.

I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back, no one who cared... Or even noticed.

I stared blankly at my plate, the appetizer growing cold as the fork meant for it remains untouched. I was deep in thought that I forgot that I wasn't alone.

"Sweetpea... Are you alright?" Alexander asks me worried... Like he really cared for me.

My mother looked at me, as worried as he is. I asked to go to the powder room.

It was all wrong.

I rushed back to our suite, not caring about the looks I recieved by the other passengers as I passed by. I entered my room quietly and walk to my mirror.

I looked at myself, and realized how I am just posing. I don't see myself and I don't feel myself being happy with all of this. I'm done.

I don't see myself being happy, but the rest of them are. I didn't want this. I didn't need all of this. Heck, Much better if I was better off dead.

That's it.

I reached for the back of my dress unable to do so as the corset kept me bound in my limited actions.

"Carol..." I call to her, "Carol, help me please..." I call to her, my voice near screaming.

The next thing I know I went off. I snapped my pearl necklace, the beads bouncing and rolling over the floor, I yanked off the pins keeping my hair tamed and let it them flow freely on my face as I screamed in anger, sobbing.

I looked at my reflection, I see a girl in a state of distress... But I know I am not in melancholy... At least that's what I know...

Actually, I don't know. I mean, none of it matters. I don't matter.

I never mattered.

I ran out of the suite, my eyes in tears staining my cheeks in specks of black, bumping into some of the passengers. Like they could save me. No one will. No one can.

Bucky's Point of View

The stars sure shine differently when you're on here, especially with a quick smoke. The world looks so big, but it is so small at the same time...

The wind is chilly, but it's comforting. Knowing that nothing stands between this ship but just the distance and how far I am from home.

All this though collecting and all of the stars twinkled in my mind as they flared far away in the dark sky, subtle clouds like a veil and the moon is the bride shy under it all but glows so beautifully.

Just like her... She's the moon in a place full of stars, glowing so beautifully up there in a place I will never ever reach.

Then I hear sobbing, and the clicking of shoes running across the floor boards of the ship. I sit up and find where it's coming from.

It's a girl.

She looks all too familiar, but what if it's not her? And she looks like she's about to jump.

I approach her slowly, her back turned as she stared at the dark raging waters, her fate right in front of her.

I can't have this happen. I'm the only one here near her and I'm from third class. What are these people going to think of me if I just leave her?

"Don't do it..."

"Stay back... Don't come any closer..." she says, her voice trembling as she tried to fight off her tears, facing me.

It's her.

"C'mon... Just give me your hand I'll pull you back over..." I say as I approach her, I put out my hand to help her get back on board safely.

She's not having it.

"No! Stay where you are..." she says, as she looks back at the deep blue, "I mean it... I'll let go..."

I took out my cigarette and showed it to her. It was slowly becoming ash as the embers glowed, still hot. I threw it overboard just to show how far down it actually is, and how it's not right to do this.

"No, you won't..."

Reader's Point of View

Who does he think he is? Like, a cigarette's gonna change my mind.

"What do you mean, 'No, I won't'?" I ask him sternly, "Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do! You don't know me!"

"Well, you would've done it already..." he says cockily but he keeps his distance, his steel blue eyes playful but gentle.

"You're distracting me! Go away!"

"I can't..." he says, pausing for a moment as he thinks, cocking his brow, "I'm involved now... If you let go I'm gonna have to jump in there after you."

This man doesn't know me. But, what if he feels me... That's why he wants to help me.

I shouldn't be so trusting... Let alone to a man like him and he's a stranger... He shouldn't be silly.

"Don't be absurd!" I scoff looking at him as he unlaces his shoes and sets his coat aside, "You'll be killed!"

"I'm a good swimmer..." he says like he will be diving in a pool of lukewarm water that it completely still.

"The fall alone will kill you..."

"It'll hurt... Not saying it wouldn't..." he says as he finishes untying his other shoe, releasing his foot, "To tell you the truth I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold..."

The wind gets colder, for me at least. The thought of what he's saying makes me feel a bit petrified now that I'm in my place. However, I have had my fair share of cold winters and occasional cold baths in the summer. It couldn't possibly be that bad. Right?

"How cold?"

"Freezing..." he says uncertain, "Maybe a couple of degrees over..."

I fell silent as he removes his shoe, setting it aside before he continues, "Ever been to Wisconsin?"

"What?"

"Well, they have some of the coldest winters around... I used to go there near Chippewa Falls..."

I listened to his story about the cold, "I remember when I was a kid, me and my father went ice fishing out on Lake Wissota... Ice fishing is-"

"I know what ice fishing is!" I scoff frustrated as he thought I didn't know nothing of a sort.

"Sorry..." he muttered then I felt his eyes on me, eyeing me, "You look like, kind of an indoor girl..."

I was always indoors, yes. It wasn't on my terms though...

"Anyway, I went through some thin ice and I'm telling you... Water that cold, like right down there... It hits you like a thousand knives all over your body... You can't breathe, you can't think... Least not about anything but the pain..." He continues to tell as he removes his other shoe, "Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in after you... But like I said, I don't have a choice... I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over and get me off the hook here..."

"You're crazy..." I said as the wind picked up and it gave a chill to my cheeks, it was all I could say to him, "And I don't know you..."

"That's what everybody says... But with all due respect, Miss... I'm not the one hanging off the back of the ship..." he says stepping closer to me.

He does have a point... But this is all emotion I'm feeling. However, it's funny how someone like him from third class is not as raunchy as I thought...

"Come on... You don't want to do this. Give me your hand..."

His hand outstretched for him to hold on to me as I turned to him. As soon as I did, his gray blue eyes looked into mine, and they seem to twinkle. Its small lines visible as I prolonged my gaze and got lost in them.

"I'm James Barnes..." he says with a small smile as he held on to my hand...

"Y/F/N..." I say smiling back and I see his eyes become bigger.

"Well, that's a mouthful..." he chuckles, his eyes twinkling as he does.

I slowly turned on the rails, holding on to him. I wasn't wrong when I got lost in his eyes... Because the next thing I knew, a sudden drop and my body going cold in fear dominated me. As if I lost my soul as I felt my body dip and dangle at the edge of the ship, barely hearing myself scream for help as my heart beat in my ears.

"I got you... I won't let go..."

The only thing that I held on to was James... And I held on to him tight. He held on to me like he depended on it and looked at me with eyes that made me feel safe. Safer than I ever was.

I skipped breaths as he held my hand, feeling myself not to slip. All my body ever wanted at the point was to completely shut down in fear... But my mind forbid it.

"C'mon pull yourself up!" He encouraged as I mustered up my strength, pulling myself up like he said as he pulled me over the metal rails. We landed onboard with a thud, him hovered over me as the footsteps of the seamen are heard vibrating on the deck.

"What the hell is all this?!" The Quartermaster exclaims as he pulls James off of me, holding him by the collar, "Fetch the Master at Arms!"

💎

Bucky's Point of View

"What are you thinking?! Getting your filthy hands on my fiancée!" The man screams at me holding me by my collar as I try to look down, "Look at me, rat. You horny bastard-"

Fiancé?! This man is old enough to be buried!

"Alexander..." Y/N calls as the man turns his attention to her, she was being comforted by another person in first class, "It was an accident..."

The man scoffs and takes a long blink and a deep breath, "An accident?"

She fell silent for a moment, as I looked at her attentively, our eyes met, "You see... I was... I wanted to take a look at the... uh... the... Propellers... I slipped, and I would have gotten overboard... But Mr. Barnes here saved me... He almost when over as well."

"You wanted to see the propellers, darling?" Her fiancé asks endearingly and she nods with a hum.

"Like I say, women and machinery do not mix." The man holding his glass of brandy says as the Master at Arms approach me.

"Was that the way of it?" He asks me sternly and I look at Y/N, her eyes worried and waiting for my answer.

"Yup... It pretty much is..."

The one with a drink pats me on the back, "Well, the boy's a hero then! Good for you, son!"

He nods to him as he holds Y/N close to him, "You're freezing, Y/N..."

The man turns to speak to Y/N's fiancé, "Uh... How about a little something for the boy? A token of thanks perhaps?" He asks him.

The man grumbles before he speaks, "Rumlow! Give him a twenty... A twenty should do it."

Y/N looks at him in disbelief, "Is that the rate you're going for saving the love of your life, dear?"

"Y/N is not pleased..." He looks at me for a brief moment in thought, "I know... Perhaps you can join us for dinner tomorrow to share how heroic you are?"

I look at Y/N, her body swallowed in a thick comforter, " Count me in..."

"Settled then..."

He walks away with Y/N in his arms going inside and I hear him mutter quietly under his breath, "This should be amusing..."

His wingman passes by me stalking after his master as I whistle sharply, "Can I bum a cigarette?"

He approaches me and takes out a silver box opening it. I grab one and hold in between my lips and the other tucked behind my ear for later. He lights up the one I intend to consume for the moment.

He looks down, eyeing me, "You might want to tie those..."

I look at my shoes, the laces in complete disarray. I look back at him as he looks at ne smugly.

"Funny how the lady slipped so suddenly and you have time to remove your jacket and your shoes..."

💎

Reader's Point of View

We made it back to the suite. I cleaned myself up, ridding myself of my makeup and evening dress and replaced it with a flowy silk night gown, adorned with lace.

I was seated in front of my vanity room mirror, brushing tangles out of my hair when I saw Alexander leaning against the door frame.

"I know you've been melancholy... and I don't pretend to know why..." he says tenderly nearing to me with a black velvet jewelry box as I accept it. I open the box to reveal the biggest gem I have ever seen upclose.

"I have intended to save this until the engagement party next week... But I thought tonight, perhaps a reminder of my feeling for you..."

"Alexander..." I begin as my mind was still in shock, perplexed, "Is it a-"

"Diamond... Yes it is..." he says as he takes it out of the box, "56 carats..."

He puts it on me, the stone weighed on my chest as it shone in the dim light of my room, "It was once worn by Louis the Sixteenth... They call it Le Coeur de la Mer..."

"The Heart of the Ocean... Alexander... This... This is overwhelming..."

He looks at our reflection in the mirror, as if he is being foretold the future, "It's for royalty... And we are royalty, Y/N..."

He holds my hand on my lap and I let him, though I don't hold his back, "There's nothing I couldn't give you... There's nothing I'd deny if you would deny me... Just let me love you, darling... Open your heart to me..."

Of course his gift was only to reflect light back onto himself, to illuminate the greatness that was Alexander Pierce. It was a cold stone... A heart of ice...

In a way it was just like my own, wrapped in a layer of ice, a frost which he fails to melt.

Before I slept, I couldn't get rid of the thought of wearing it for a moment. Any woman would melt over that necklace and where it the moment their skin touches the blue diamond.

However, every second it had on my neck and every word that came out of Alexander's lips were synonymous with two things. One, a dog collar slowly getting tighter and tighter and two, his words like the noise that a dog owner uses to call his pet over.

I stare at the ceiling in thought, my mouth slightly agape and felt a tear escape my eye. I didn't know if I felt sleepy or just trapped. However, the thought of the events earlier and his eyes...

His beautiful gray blue eyes...

The way he looked at me and didn't see me as how others do... When I looked at him with begging eyes, he was hush about the real thing.

Now, we have our own little secret. A secret that Alexander or anyone doesn't deserve to know.

Just us...

Us.

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A/N: That's the end of that! And I extended the scene in Y/N's room because like to me, it's impossible that she just went straight to bed and was like "okay sleep." Aaaaand I think that this chapter looked really short compared to the last ones. Soooo yeah. I hope you enjoyed this chapter either way... sooo stay safe mommas

-Alri

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dukehoods · 5 years

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SHIPS SHIPS SHIPS

HEY so i haven’t done these in ages but i have nothing better to do so here we go LET’S DO THIS

here’s what you gotta do:

-reblog this to get the word out!

-come talk to me! send me a quick lil thing about you/your about/face tag so i can ship you

- you can ship me if you want but it’s not required (neither is following me but hey if u do i love u)

aaand here’s what you get:

-a ship!

- lil blurb thingy but tell me what you want it to be about kinda so i can tailor it to you, like if you want fluff or angst or whateva

-a compliment because i love all of u a lot

-a song on shuffle i apologize in advance for how much abba you might get it’s like 98% of my music taste at this point

and that’s about it! i’ll be doing these through monday (jan 21) so send em in!

#5sos ships #shut up tara #u guys should do this bc i really really really don't wanna do my work lol

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ineffablepjm · 6 years

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No Panties - Pt.2

Notes - AHH IM SO HAPPY PART 1 DID SO WELL! YOU CAN READ IT HERE IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY DONE SO! HERE IS PART 2 I HOPE YOU ENJOY ITS ALSO PROBABLY TRASH COMPARED TO PART 1 BUT WHATEVA

Triggers - We got all types of smut in here, fingering, dirty talking, cum play, degrading words, unprotected raunchy sex (lord help me), angst, fluff, ya know

Word Count - 4.9k

2 weeks ago Jeon Jungkook had you on a science table with your legs spread open and his fingers buried in you. 2 weeks ago was the first time you stopped wearing panties to school. 2 weeks ago you began to avoid Jungkook at all costs.

To this day your best friend Jimin knew nothing of what happened in the science classroom, all he knew, or so he thought he knew, was that Jungkook and you got into a heated, very heated, argument about him telling Namjoon to back off from you. It was difficult avoiding Jungkook especially since he tried his best to always run into you and catch even just a glimpse of you. He assumed that you avoided him because you were ashamed and because you didn’t feel the same way he did, but actually you avoided him because after that night you couldn’t stop thinking of him and the way he made you feel, but you feared rejection knowing his player past.

You closed up your locker and stared down at the flashcards in your hands, history, stupid fucking history. For some reason out of all the classes you had you struggled with history, I mean did you really need it? Your plan was to go to Yale for molecular biology, not for stupid fucking history. Your eyes focused on the words that connected to battles that happened centuries ago, to names that in some lifetime meant something to people, however, your studying was interrupted by a very enthusiastic Jimin.

“____!!! Guess what?” He grinned and stared at you, your eyes met his and you cocked your eyebrow confused as to what he could be so excited about but since he received no answer from you he sighed. “Fine, well the dance team is in need of some money, so we’re doing a fundraiser.” He beamed. You nodded and smiled.

“Don’t tell me, a carwash?” You plopped the flashcards into your bag and the two of you began to walk towards the 400 halls.

“No silly, carwashes are for clubs that aren’t cool, but the dance team is super cool, Minho is hosting a party, tomorrow night, $5 for girls to get in and $10 for the boys.” He spoke. “Apparently his parents are out of town for the weekend and I don’t know if you’ve ever seen his house but it’s massive.” You smiled slightly and nodded.

“A party? Your coach approved that?” You question.

“Well technically no, he doesn’t know, we’re just going to collect the money and then show up with it and say we-- Well im not sure what we’ll say but something will be said. The point of all this ____ is that you need to come, it’ll be a raging party and who knows maybe you’ll run into Jungkook.” He winked.

Jungkook. Your heart raced at the mention of his name and you shook your head. “I told you, I want nothing to do with him, ever since he told Namjoon that he needed to stay away I’ve made it my mission in life to forget him and not ever see him.” You sighed. “Anyway, yeah I’ll go only because you’re my best friend and I support your dance team, but I’m locking myself in a room and not coming out until people are so drunk that they don’t even notice me.”

Jimin nodded and grinned. “Sounds good to me as long as you come, are you tutoring Namjoon today?” He asked, you nodded and then you pointed to the direction of your class, queue for your goodbye, then you waved. He chuckled and waved going the opposite direction.

“Namjoon-ah...” You moaned and bit down on your lip softly as he pumped your orgasm out of you, he leaned over and pressed soft kisses to your neck. The two of you decided to take ‘tutoring’ somewhere else and no longer studied in the library, now you studied in the student parking lot in Namjoon’s car. His car had dark tinted windows and just to be extra safe he put his sun protector up on the windshield.

Namjoon hummed and he pulled his fingers out from inside of you and he slipped his fingers into his mouth sucking away the juices. You watched him and then pulled down your dress. “When did you stop wearing panties?” He chuckled and smiled. “Not that I mind I was just surprised at the easy access.” You simply shrugged and smiled.

“Being commando is easier than having underwear now.” You smiled. “By the way, there’s a party tomorrow at Minho’s house, it’s a fundraiser actually for the dance team, $10 for guys to get in if you wanna come, I’ll be there.” You smiled. In all honesty, you liked Namjoon, he was sweet and he made you feel good which was a bonus, but he didn’t give you any of the butterflies Jungkook did. Jungkook.

“Yeah, I’d love to come.” He smiled. “I’ll text you when I’m there so we can meet up.” You nodded at his reply and smiled.

“See you then.” You waved at him and got out of his car throwing your bag over your shoulder. You walked over to the ledges of the courtyard and sat down waiting for Jimin to get out of practice, he was your ride home. You placed your bag on your lap and pulled out your agenda clearing things that were already done. You took notice of writing things down to keep things fresh in your memory, tests dates, tutorings with Namjoon, you even wrote down the date you and Jungkook met up, you glanced at it and sighed scribbling it out to make it less visible. You closed the agenda and looked up your eyes meeting his. Of fucking course. Immediately you stood and made your way towards the entrance of the school, the butterflies roaring in your stomach and your legs feeling like jelly.

“____!” He shouted. You kept walking. “____! Hey, I just wanna talk!” You sighed and reached the doors but when you pulled on them they were locked. You groaned and sighed slowly turning around to face Jungkook. “Why’re you avoiding me? And now running away from me?” He asked stepping in front of you his arms crossed over his chest.

You looked at his face momentarily and groaned knowing he was too irresistible and you wouldn’t stand your ground by looking at him. “What do you want? You got what you wanted from me, so just leave me alone.”

Jungkook looked slightly shocked and he shook his head. “I got what I wanted from you?” He questioned and rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Is that what you think this is?”

“What else would it be? You bother the hell out of me all the damn time when we’re in school, and then once you get me to cum you move on I mean that’s what usually happens, so why aren’t you following normal procedure? You clearly only want to fuck and like I told you, Im a virgin so I won't fuck you.” You snapped your jaw tightening. Jungkook looked away and he scoffed slightly and rolled his eyes.

“You know what those weren’t my original intentions but you’re right, why the hell don’t I just move on? Wouldn’t wanna stick my cock in a slut anyway. I’ll let Namjoon have some of that instead.” He growled and stared at you intently, the words hit you like a shit ton of bricks and you stared at him, your blood boiled and you smacked him, the sound echoing through the awning. Your hand stung from the contact and you could see the pink shade quickly appearing on his cheek.

“Don’t ever fucking disrespect me like that again Jeon Jungkook.” You spat and quickly walked away from him the tears brimming your eyes. “Asshole.” You murmured and decided to just walk home. Jungkook cupped his cheek and you couldn’t believe you just did that, he had no reason to call you a slut, but he was jealous, more jealous than he had ever been I mean for fucks sake he saw you coming out of Namjoon’s car flushed just like you had been in the science room. He turned to see you walking away and he shook his head.

“Fuck!” He yelled out and bit down on his lip. He turned around and saw a few people still looking at him but he didn’t give them any mind. Jungkook marched over to his car stepping into and then he slammed his hand down on the steering wheel. “Fucking dammit.” He groaned out and then rubbed his face. He turned on the engine of the car and drove off to Yoongi’s house.

The house looked empty from the outside, not many cars surrounded it and the music couldn’t be heard outside either. You stepped onto the trail and walked up to the door knocking softly, one of Jimin’s dance mates opened the door and smiled, he allowed you in without paying since you were Jimin’s guest. “Come on in love.”

Immediately the hot air hit you and you groaned stepping in through the hall. Your eyes widened as you saw the number of people already at the party, bodies danced, drank, smoked and most even kissed. You looked around for Jimin but had yet to find him so instead, you went towards the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of water. You uncapped it and took a chug your eyes scanning the room, and then you saw Jimin. He was talking to a girl, her hand resting on his arm and you smirked softly. He was always quick to get girls to come to him, so instead of bothering him, you decided to try and find a room to stay in.

You followed a couple who was set off to find a room just like you, you watched as they disappeared into a room and you began to open doors trying to find an empty room. Most where packed and had people in them, but finally you found an empty room. You stepped in and sat down on the bed, you sighed softly and heard the thumping off the music before laying down and pulling your phone out.

You: Hey! Are you planning to come tonight?

Joon: I’m actually walking in right now, where are you?

You: some room in a hall, idk 😅 find me?

Joon: coming

You smiled softly at the texts and within moments you felt the door opened and you saw Namjoon. “Hey!” You smiled and he walked in shutting the door behind him.

“Hey, beautiful.” He smiled and came towards the bed where you sat up. He sat down and looked at you. “Jimin was looking for you, but when I told him I was gonna meet you, he kinda just laughed and walked off.” Namjoon shrugged.

You laughed and shook your head. “God he’s such a doof.” Namjoon looked at you as you laughed and smiled.

“____, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered and you blushed looking at him. “I’m sorry, I know we don’t usually get into our feelings but I just— I really like you.” He mumbled and softly held your hand. Your eyes met his and you continued to blush, you didn’t want to be rude and tell him you didn’t feel the same way but it wasn’t fair to lead him on either. “I know you might not feel the same, and it’s okay, but I just want you to know that I’m here..” You nodded at his words and then rubbed his knuckles.

“I know Joon... my feelings are really all over the place right now, and with school and all it’s really hard to focus on anything else..” You explained, technically it wasn’t all a lie. “You know the first person I go to after Jimin is you and there isn't anyone who I would rather spend time at this party with.” He nodded and without any warning, he pushed his lips onto yours. Your eyes widened and you were shocked but then decided to kiss him back, your hand cupped his cheek and the two of you intensified the kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you pushed it a bit with yours, he moved his body over yours and you lay down your hands going up to his hair. Namjoon and you had never shared kisses before it was purely just his hand in your pants, but this was different, he wanted more passion, more than just you feeling good.

His hands traveled down to your pants and he began to unbutton them, he gently pushed them down to your knees and his hand met your cloth covered clit softly rubbing it, you moaned into the kiss and your hips bucked up into his touch. You pulled away from the kiss and your eyes met him, Namjoon’s hand slipped into your underwear and as usual, his finger slipped into you, you moaned softly and closed your eyes. He began to pump you slowly and then he increased his speed, the feeling Namjoon was giving you didn’t compare to the feeling that Jungkook had given, you missed it, the way he pushed two fingers in you and pumped you with no remorse and the dirty words that followed his actions, the way his tongue flicked on your clit, the noises that were so cynically sounding through the classroom and the way he tasted you and finally had you taste yourself. “Kook-ah..” you moaned out imagining it was him buried between your legs, you didn't even realize you moaned out the wrong name when it all stopped. You opened your eyes and looked at Namjoon. “What’s wrong?” You stared at the boy whose eyes were wide and jaw was dropped.

“You’re joking right?” His gaze changed and he rolled his eyes getting off the bed, you were slightly confused until you realized and you covered your mouth. “This is a fucking joke.” He growled. “Tell me you didn’t just fucking moan Jungkook’s name.”

You quickly shook your head. “I’m so sorry Joon... I didn’t mean to, I swear.” He scoffed and then stormed out of the room. You watched him go and you pulled up your pants quickly running after him. “Namjoon!!” You yelled out but he ignored you and kept on walking. “Namjoon please!” You yelled and some couples around in the hall noticed. You sighed softly and let him go. You placed your hand on your forehead and then shook your head. What did I do? You stomped your foot cursing at yourself under your breath and leaning against the wall. Your gaze moved up to the crowds and you tried to spot Jimin again, but no luck. Instead, you saw Jungkook staring back at you, he was with a girl, he was smirking whispering things to her yet his eyes never left yours.

You imagined he was being dirty, telling her how he wants to go somewhere private where they could talk, and that would turn into kissing and then fucking. Your blood boiled because this was all his fault if it wasn’t for him you and Namjoon would still be in the room. His eyes scanned your body and you noticed he stared at your pants, you looked down realizing you never buttoned your pants and if he had seen Namjoon stormed off he probably knew what was happening. Jungkook shook his head and he wrapped his arm around the girl's waist and they disappeared into the crowd. You groaned and turned around finding your way back to the room. Once in you shut the door and threw yourself on the bed. Your eyes shut and you just thought about everything, did you really have to avoid Jungkook? I mean you could’ve just given in and let him do whatever he wanted to but you loved yourself too much to just to that. But what did self-love have to do with anything? If you loved yourself you would let Jungkook fuck you so good you couldn’t walk the next morning.

The music thumping as getting increasingly louder and you wondered if any of Minho’s neighbors would notice, but they were a pretty great distance from him and the house was large so it was unlikely they cared, you were sure somewhere in the house the music couldn’t be heard. So instead of sulking you picked yourself up and left the room in search of a more quiet place. You noticed the stairs at the end of the hall and you climbed up them, more doors were upstairs and you wondered how a person could have such a large house and not get lost in it. Straight ahead you saw a room, but this room was different, the doors were double and it looked like it would lead to some fancy dance hall or something. You looked around to see if anyone would see you sneaking into this room and when you saw no one you opened up the door and slipped in.

Your jaw dropped as you took in the surroundings, a large bed was smack center of the room, a chandelier hung above it and a large mirror was on one wall. You made your way to the bed and softly touched the comforter with your hand before taking a seat. You couldn’t get Jungkook out of your mind anymore, and even though you had slapped him the last time you encountered him you still wanted him, the thought of him with another girl made your blood boil but how could you ask him to come to meet you when you were still on thin ice with him. Your heart raced as you thought about texting him to come to this room. The better side of you told you do not, to just stay in here until the party died, but there was a side of you who insisted you texted him, who insisted you brought him here.

You: Jk, upstairs, large double doors.

That was all you said. You would give him a few minutes to show up before you would decide to just sleep or just watch a movie on your phone. Instead of just sitting here and waiting you stepped into the large walk-in closet and looked at all the clothes hung up. Some were men's clothes, but the majority were women, brands you’d never even heard of, and clothes with tags still on them. You didn’t touch in fear that something might ruin them but admiring them was enough. Your feet took you into the bathroom and you gawked at how large and fancy it was. A large tub with jets and beside it a nice shower, double sinks and all. You smiled at the thought of having such a nice bathroom--

“____...” His voice soft and velvety. Your heart raced and you could feel your knees weakening. “____.” He spoke again a bit louder this time.

“Jungkook.” You called out making your way back through the closet and then into the room where he stood. God, he was so mesmerizing. “Jungkook.” You said again stepping into the room and he turned to look at you.

“Look ____, I’m so sorry, I should’ve never called you a slut, I just, I saw you with Namjoon---”

“Stop.” You mumbled stepping closer to him and shaking your head. “I don’t care it doesn’t matter.” Your hand took his and you smiled softly. “Jungkook, I want you, more than anything I’ve wanted in a really long time I can't stop thinking about you, can't stop picturing you, and it’s hard to like you because well you have a reputation and that scares me.” You spoke.

Jungkook nodded and then sighed. “I know... But I swear, for you, I’d change.” He mumbled his hand interlocking with yours.

His words were exactly what you wanted to hear but you also knew that it was hard to believe someone like him would change just for you. “You’d have to prove that to me.” You whispered and he cupped your cheek.

“I will.” He smiled and then leaned down pressing his lips onto yours there was more that you wanted to say to him but his lips meeting yours made your worries go away, for now at least. His kiss was hesitant, scared even as if he took things too far you’d run away. Your hand softly slid up to the back of his neck and you pulled him towards you encouraging the kiss. He hummed softly and wrapped one arm around your waist and the other moved down to your thigh where he encouraged you to jump up, which you did wrapping your legs around his waist.

Jungkook pushed his tongue passed your lips as he walked towards the wall with the mirror. He pressed your back up against the cold glass and you shivered, he pulled away from the kiss his lips going to your neck where he softly left wet kisses, he settled on a spot behind your ear where he began to suck and nip at. Your hand tangled in his hair and gave him a soft tug whining out his name. He pulled away from your neck once satisfied with the color of the mark and with his free hand he began to pull of your shirt, you helped him and threw it on the ground, he pulled you away from the mirror, where you unhooked your bra and threw it down. Jungkook let out a sigh as he admired your naked torso. His free hand softly caressed each one of your breasts before settling on a nipple and giving it a pinch. “You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled.

Your hands traveled down to the hem of his shirt and you pulled it off revealing his toned body, you admired the way his stomach flexed as he held you and you could feel the dampness in your jeans intensify. He noticed your gaze and smirked softly but didn’t say anything, instead, he leaned his head down and wrapped his lips around your nipples tugging at them and softly nipping them with his teeth. Finally, Jungkook let you down so you stood and he kneeled down on his knees. He began to unbutton your jeans and then looked up at your through half hooded eyes. “I wanna eat you out since I really couldn’t last time.” You softly bit your lip and nodded. He pulled down your pants and you stepped out of them. “Finally wearing panties.” He teased and you blushed.

“Sit on the bed facing me.” He ordered you did as he said and sat down facing him. “I want you to look at yourself in the mirror while I eat you, okay?” Your eyes flicked to the mirror as you saw your naked torso in the mirror and Jungkook approaching. You looked at Jungkook who now kneeled in front of you, he pushed your thighs apart and he hummed, he could see how wet you were. His hand softly rubbed your clit over your panties and you softly moaned your eyes shooting up to the mirror, a blush rising on your cheeks. He increased his speed lightly before pushing his hand into your panties, Jungkook’s middle finger teased your entrance and he hummed.

“So wet for me baby, do you ever get this wet with Namjoon?” He mumbled and you shook your head softly moaning. He removed his hand and pulled your panties down around your ankle. He spread your pussy lips apart and he tucked his head in between you his tongue lapping on your clit, the heat in your stomach picked up and you leaned back your eyes shifting from the mirror back down to Jungkook. While he flicked his tongue he slipped in his middle finger and began to pump you his tongue continue to circle around, his eyes caught yours for a second and he smirked pulling away. “Eyes on the mirror or I stop.” You whined softly and looked at the mirror.

You felt so exposed in this position, Jungkook’s back to you his muscles flexing as he dove deeper into your core, moans erupted from your lips your hand tangled in his hair. For a second your eyes looked at your flushed body, nipple poking up in the air, chest quickly rising and falling, small beads of sweat plopping onto your exposed forehead. “Kook-ah..” you moaned out and closed your eyes. You were approaching your high and your walls began to close around his finger, Jungkook quickly pulled his finger out and replaced it with his tongue getting a good taste of your juices, he pulled away and looked at you.

“I still want to fuck you.” He smirked softly his eyes finally meeting yours. You licked your lips softly and then smiled nodding. Jungkook rose to his feet and he unbuttoned his jeans pulling them off and kicking them to the side. Your eyes trailed down his abs and down to the bulge of his briefs, your mouth practically watered as you looked at his growing member. Your hand softly reached out and touched him causing a hiss to slip from his lips. He wasn’t expecting you to do that so the move threw him off guard and he stood there stunned. Your hand softly rubbed him over his briefs and then you hummed.

“Take them off.” Jungkook nodded and he slipped his boxers off his member springing up and hitting his lower stomach, his hand automatically went down to his length where he pumped himself a few times. “I want to taste you.” You whispered and he smirked.

“You’re filthy I swear.” His hand cupped your chin forcing you to look at him. “Next time baby, I wanna be in you right now.” You gave him a devilish smile ad he lightly pushed you back into the bed, you laid down for him and he climbed over you his lips meeting yours again, the kiss was soft and slow this time, he was really savoring you, his lips still tasted of you and your hands traveled back up to his hair, without disconnecting your lips, Jungkook slipped his hand down to his cock where he spread his precum around his tip, he placed his member between your lips and softly rubbed it up against your clit.

You parted from his lips throwing your head back, the slick movements from his tip against your clit felt so nice and it made your pussy throb harder than before. “Fuck me Kook...” You moaned out one leg wrapping around his waist. He hummed and placed his tip against your entrance pushing in, he didn’t give you a chance to adjust, he just slipped in all the way. Your moans turned into cries and you groaned out at the pressure surrounding your entrance, a slight stinging. Jungkook didn’t move his hips instead he moved his lips down to your collarbone where he began to nip at you.

After a few moments, you softly pushed your hips up and his eyes met yours and he smirked softly. Jungkook hips began to move and he slid in and out in soft motions to not hurt you, the slick sounds were soft and not as bad as before until he began to quicken his pace. He increased his speed his hips now smacking against yours and his balls hitting you, the noise filled the room mixed with the moans from your lips and the sighs from his mouth. “Bet Namjoon never got to feel this good, god baby your pussy was made for me.” He moaned out, his hips continued their moves and his hand went down to your clit rubbing soft circles on it.

“Listen to the sounds you make, god you’re so sexy.” He kept up the dirty words and the growling against your ear and it only made you arch your back towards him. “Im gonna flip you over, face down ass up princess.” He pulled himself out, you nodded and flipped over resting your head on the bed, Jungkook pulled your ass up to meet his glistening cock, and he slipped back in again. This time he was more aggressive, his hips moving quick and his balls hitting your clit now, your moans turning into screams, his fingers dug into your ass cheeks.

“Jungkook-ah, yes!” You moaned out causing him to also moan, you could feel your high approaching and your walls were beginning to clench around him. “Oh fuck...” You moaned and he knew you were close but he didn't slow down, no he just picked up speed. His cock twitched inside of you and he knew he was close to.

“Come with me baby..” He mumbled leaning down over you his pace never failing, soon enough your orgasm washed over you and you let out a yelp as your whole body twitched and you swore you could see stars. You were too dazed to notice the warm liquid filling you up as Jungkook reached his orgasm with you, he quickly pulled out and stared at the liquids falling from your pussy.

“I came in you.” He mumbled and with his finger pushed in the cum that was falling, you heard him say this but instead of moving or saying anything you just laughed softly. “Im serious.” You nodded and laughed again. Jungkook couldn’t understand what was so funny, he laid down beside you and looked at you.

“Im on birth control.” You spoke and shrugged. “Irregular periods.” You smiled. Jungkook nodded and then looked at you smirking.

“So I can come in you all the time then?” He licked his lips. “Wanna go again?” He cleaned up with the sheets. You laughed softly and shook your head.

“I need a break.”

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