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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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Their Alright... For A Boomer

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Summary: Being a girl with a larger chest always got you attention, maybe having your nipples pierced to try and fell more confident handt been the best idea, but how can you regret it when your latest client; the sexy Mr Cavill was ogling them but could this end up being more then just that one time you were eyed by a hot celebrity?

Warnings: Suggestive, No Smut, Fluffy? Cute and funny, Swearing

A/N: this was a request from @fanficlover91 i hope you like this hun, i tried to keep it hot but sweet and respectful? Which was a struggle but i hope i got the vibe you wanted. And as always i hope you all enjoy.

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You blushed as you looked down the lense at your model. He smirked sweeping his eyes over you non to subtly. You could feel the blues penetrating you with a hot stare. The was the distinctive fast clicks on you camera snapping a burst of shots managing to capture his smirking face and eyes sweeping over your form appreciatively.

You stood tall and smiled pulling away double checking the shoots. You bit your lip. Fucking hell this was both the best and worst job you had. Henry Cavill was the most enticing male you'd ever had the pleasure to photograph. He didn't even have a good side, every side was good! There wasn't an unflattering angle on the man!

"And that's a wrap? I think we have everything we need Mr Cavill" you said professionally making to move away from him and begin to swap sd cards and label them before packing away. Henry gawfed and rose quickly panicked almost.

"I- err no! Wait I was... Well hoping that I could have some more done?" he said chaseing you across the small studio you could hear his agent Leah scoff from the side lines. You frowned and looked to her nervously. The woman had been watching and tutting, scoffing and clicking her tongue through the whole session. It actually made you nervous, wasn't she pleased with the shoot? You were worried, being freelance this was your first time doing a celebrity shoot for a magazine but the usual photographer was in hospital having a stroke a few days prior and you were the only free photographer in the agency that was close enough to take the job. Sure you wasn't well known but still it was a little disheartening to have someone seemingly unimpressed with your work.

But it was when you eyed her you saw she wasn't giving you the evil eye. Her frown was directed at henry, a scolding look you'd give a misbehaving child. You frowned a little puzzled, but shook it off in favour of looking to Henry. Your actual client.

"More? I... I? Thought the piece only needed a few to choose from? They were very ah... How do I put it? Thorough? With the brief" you explained hoping Leah would step in and clarify just what was going on. Because you didn't have a clue.

"I yes but- I'd love to top up my portfolio? You know? I err yeah have a few changes going on and... I mean a few greys and such... Just want to update it a tad... I'll pay obviously- I'd pay anything for more time please?" he pleaded watching you closely eyes wide and bright full of hope.

"I... Err" you shifted swapping your camera from one hand to the other and craned your head around the man trying to spy his agent. But you had no hope of peeking around this gargantuan man. Just like with the camera he demanded your full attention.

"And for Instagram and stuff! There's only so much I can do in a selfie... I'd even recommend you- advertise your work!" he quickly added sounding desperate now. It would help you out if you did have a few shots of him for in your own catalogue. It shouldn't matter but having a celeb under your belt was actually a good thing. It meant you'd acted professionally and been good to work with.

"I suppose so, I do have a few extra sd's here... Tell you what I'll do another shoot for you as long as I can pick a few to put in my portfolio? Then we both update our files?" you nodded to him speaking slowly. He grinned and relaxed nodding quickly pleased with himself for wrangling more shots. You'd never know he was just glad to has more time with you.

"Oh yes absolutly! That's fine here should we get started now or?" he asked biting his lip trying not to stare at you for too long. But it was hard you were fucking stunning!

"Oh yeah sure iv got time, let me just sort these out and set up, need to switch, you've tired my poor camera" you said with a grin trying to ignore the man as he beamed at you looking excited nodding enthusiastically. You backed up and spun around trying not to blush as you felt henry gazing openly at you.

"Right well if the magazine ones are done I will be off then" Leah called packing up her bag with a small chuckle to herself. You froze and spun quickly seeing her seemingly abandoning you with Henry.

"Wha- oh you don't have to you can stay-" you tried to reason unsure why, I mean who wouldn't want to be alone with this huge glorious man? Maybe you just didn't trust yourself with him? He had been 'making love' to the camera all afternoon. Smouldering bedroom eyes that was making it hard to focus. You had been getting hot under the collar all day as you kidded yourself he was eyeing you, not the camera or would be readers.

It didn't help that you had caught him oogling your breasts earlier. But you wasn't mad, it was your own fault. It was the Hight of summer and you had on a string vest with a thin bra, that you could clearly see your nipple bars through. You didn't feel uncomfortable or anything, you didn't blame Henry for looking. You cant exactly ignore your tits.. The were pretty large for your frame. You were curvy but they were as one ex put it 'exceptional'. And besides he had looked not touched and he hadn't been a creep about it. In fact he had done a double take and then blushed when he realised he had been caught looking. But as you said you get that with big boobs, you'd had it your entire life, it was actually one of the reasons you'd got them pierced. It helped with your confidence and you convince yourself that they were looking at the bars. Not you per say.

"Okay aunt Leah I will see you in a few days." henry interrupted you quickly smiling practically ushering the woman out the door. He moved fast ever picking the womans phone and juice bottle to help her leave quicker.

"Yes, behave Henry I'll see you soon" she said with a giggle before calling a thank you and goodbye over her shoulder at you. You swallowed nervously and gave a quick bye as the door clicked behind her and you were left alone with Henry. The man groaned stretching as he spun around a huge grin on his face, making your knees tremble a little. Fuck.

Henry came over and watched you closely as you scribbled the name and date along with the publication name on the sd case label. You tried not to notice as he hovered biting his lip then took off the blazer and threw it on the table beside you drawing your attention as he did grunting a little. The v neck letting the smallest amount of soft looking chest fuzz that had been teasing you all day. He grinned slyly as he caught you eyeing him and crossed his arms over his chest flexing for your benefit. You gasped and quickly looked back to the camera in your hands inserting a new scarf into the new fully charges camera.

"Soo how do you like this kind of work?" henry said casually trying not to seem like a creeper but god damnit he couldn't stop eyeing you. If he had known how sexy you'd be he would have demanded to be doing a bloody swim wear shoot!

"You mean people?" you stuttered trying not to look him in the eye. Not that it helped because the rest of him was just as fucking sexy! You quivered all over desperately trying to remember how to breath, yet didn't want to draw in too deep a breath and make your tits bounce for him and look like a slut. There was a very fine line for a big busted girl, to much wobble will make you look like your trying to get attention.

"I mean celebrities, magazines we were told you mainly do private shoots for events and model portfolios" he offered leaning forward as he leant back on the desk next to you hooking one ankle behind the other. The way he stood placed his crotch in your line of sight as you looked down and worked on setting up the camera. You flushed. Oh god he looked er... Bigger then you'd thought earlier, not that you were looking but... Well you couldn't help notice the package! The man was a fucking serial man spreader! And that thing was huge! With the muscles he was packing he could probably bench press you with his crotch!

"Oh well its different... And you sir popped my celebrity cherry" you froze on the spot as you said that, it had meant to be an ice breaker, a joke but instead had sounded fucking creepy!. You snapped up to him making to apologize as your face flamed mortified but he had thrown his head back laughing. The deep rumble sent chilled down your spine.

"Well I'm honoured to have popped your cherry~" he teased placing a hand over his heart with a cheeky grin making you blush and nod then turned to him with the new camera all set up.

"Soo where do we start?" you said moving on quickly looking up at him trying to forget the whole cherry comment.

"Where ever you want me, i will let you take the reigns command me as you will" he chuckled standing tall once more and looked about the room casually to the various small set ups, different furniture, seats sofas and mini tables dotting the space.

"I... Okay then you said Instagram? How about we start with some facials-FACE SHOTS! Face. Shots. Not facials fuck. Shit" you quickly tried repairing the damage whist cursing yourself wanting nothing more then to be swallowed up by the floor.

"No, no love facials sounded perfect~" he said winking before gliding past you making you stutter and almost choke on your breath. Oh good lord this was a bad idea. You followed as he sat down on a sturdy sofa and looked head on at you and bit his lip once again watching you with a sultry look.

And that was the beginning. You followed him about taking various snaps whislt having small talk. He seemed to be very flirtatious as he spoke, dropping lines and compliments as he made eyes at you. You flushed each time clamming up at his suggestive comments. And rightly or wrongly you flirted back trying to seem cool and suave. But inside you were fangirling unable to belive you were here with this incredibly gorgeous man teasing one another. On a few occasions he even growled as you scampered about him, crouching and taking shots from blow getting some delicious angles that dampened your knickers. Then in between all this he managed to get little tied bits. You'd told him you were on agency freelance and were trying to get into the social media platform as it seemed easier in this day and age rather then to be in fashion photography. You wanted to be commercial not private but no one would really take a chance anymore.

Then you suggested a few shots on the sofa laying back trying to think of something different for your portfolio, maybe a body length shot. He was quick to agree and dived onto the sofa saying he had an idea you swallowed nodding not fully trusting the look in his eyes. But that was forgotten as he relaxed stretching out over the sofa legs crossed and resting on the arm of his hands behind his head and a devilish smirk looking down the lenght of his body. You knelt at his feet trying to get a flattering image of him looking down but cursed as the camera wasn't playing ball. The lense was focusing, this was why you used the other one first, the camera had a few issues and was temperamental.

"What's wrong?" he asked frowning a little at you as you growled pulling the camera away fro your face and began trying to manually focus the lense.

"Oh its.. It wont focus.. It does this sometime, really need to throw it out but.. She was my first I'm sentimental" you said feeling silly as you battled with the camera.

"We all are with our firsts... How about you come closer instead, I really want to see this shot, never done one at this angle.. Out of all my shoots your the first to suggest this~" you froze and looked to him but he just smiled impishly at you. Slowly you rounded the sofa and leant over him positioning the camera at his stomach as he looked right into the lense giving you a definite bedroom eyes, half lidded and burning. Both dreamy and amazingly sexy. It was as if he could see you beyond the lense, as if it wasn't even there!

"You can come closer love, I wont bite, not if you don't want me to~" his voice was low and teasing, luring you in like a siren. You trembled and moved along him but he tutted and moved a hand to your hip and pressed, coaxing you onto the sofa and sat you on him making you straddle him. You gasped squeazing your camera tighter as he moved you easily, warm palms holding you both delicatly and firmly. You could see in his eyes he was weary unsure if he had gone to far but you squeezed him between your thighs and relaxed making him grin up at you getting the message you didn't mind at all. You aimed the lense at him once more and got the shots you wanted.

"Perfect! Mr Cavill" you said actually a little sad that this session was over. It had been nice playing this little cat and mouse game with him. But all good things come to an end.

"Ah now i have a policy love, when a womans on top they can call me henry, among other things~" he said smoothly laughing as you chuckled nervously fiddling with the camera in your hands and shifted over him a little.

"I will try to remember that for next time boomer~" you teased managing to overcome your nerves as you pulled away the camera with a giggle winking at him as he stuttered. For a second you thought you'd gone too far but a quirk to his lips made you relax once more.

"That hurt, that was hurtful" he teased pouting not releasing you from his lap, instead holding you tighter, fingers digging into your sides making you gasp and bit your lip as he pulled you to his crotch and ground into you teasingly.

"I'm so sorry~" you uttered breathless trying to keep yourself together. But this man was something else, like a drug- the devil all fanged smiles and smooth words. God you were fucked, you knew this man could do anything to you and youd thank him for it~

"I doubt that" he cooed and slid his hand higher growing more and more confident. The last few hours of casual flirting had built up his appitite. There was no misconceptions, you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

"Oh yeah?" you said coyly tipping your head to him playing along willing for this to happen, whether it be a one of fuck or something longer. You didnt have any complaints~ this was your body and youd enjoy it with who ever you wanted to!

"Yeah prove it!" he hissed and moved quickly sitting up and swinging around planting his feet on the floor. You yelped as he moved surprizingly fast and managed to keep you in his lap now face to face with you eyes roaming your face settling on your lips.

"And how should i do that" you teased tilting your head skimming your lips with his as you spoke. He groaned and held you tighter making you whine breathlessly willing this to happen. You wanted him and you wont deny yourself the chance.

"Make and old mans day" he said plainly and leant back resting on the back of the sofa, you watched him closely and brought your hands to his shoulders prodding at the neck of the t shirt and drew your fingers down slowly feeling him shiver at the light skimming fingertips.

"Oh really Boomer? And how would i make and old mans day?" you teased once more making him grunt but he quickly caught himself as your fingers smoothed over the teasing curls that peeked over his top. You scratched over them lightly with your nails making him draw a needy breath and chuckled at him. He was sexy and cute~

"By accepting a job offer?" he said before smileing smugly as you paused and frowned. Had you missed something? Was he after a freebee?

"Job offer? Really another shoot?" you snorted suddenly not feeling sexy, more like he was trying to butter you up for some fuck for parts shoots or something. He sighed and began speaking before you could get yourself all twisted. But then again you could have taken his offer wrong.

"Manage my social media. I have many companies and brands reach out to me for endorsements. They want me caught wearing their brands. But I'm to busy most of the time I cant make it to the locations they want. It actually doesn't seem worth it most of the time, with cost of flights and time lost travelling to and from studios itd be easier if I had my own personal photographer that travelled with me its be easy, slip on the clothes and what not take a few snaps and then you touch them up and post them on my social media." he explained watching as it sunk in that he wasnt trying to pull a fast one. Well he was but not trying to fuck you over... Just fuck you... And keep you because you were fantastic and he wants nothing more then to have you around hime as much as possible. In the single dat he had spent working with you, you had enchanted him, not only were you sexy but you were good at your job and easy to work with but also funny and cute and he needed to get to know you.

"Of course its a very big venture and we'd have to have a few dinner and lunch dates to work out all the nitty gritty" he added after a few beats of silence trying to make it clear he was interested... Very interested~ it worked as you fluched and a playfull look donned your face your fingers began stoking his chest hair once more. He relaxed shuddering under the nails as they teased his curls.

"Is this a big ploy to get a date Boomer?" you purred his new nick name making him groan when you squeezed him between your thick thighs once more grinding on him and the considerable bulge below you that twitched.

"No... Maybe is it working?" he said quickly hissing at you shifted in his lap once more, his hands snapping to your hips trying to still you before he came undone in his boxers. You were a very dangerous woman and something told him you knew.

"Well it sounds like an offer I'd be very, very interested in taking further~" you clarified giggling when he swallowed dryly and eyed you surprized that his plan had seemed to work.

"Good to hear~ so got anything planned after this?" he asked feeling a wave of confidence at the prospect of snagging a date with you. He hadn't meant to sound so eager but... He was eager and that was that.

"Yes" you said with a straight face and got up off of him spinning around heading to the table with your camera bags. You gave him a glance and giggled seeing him still sitting there gobsmacked legs wide open and his crotch that was now definitely bigger then it had been earlier.

"O-oh" he stuttered seemingly unsure how to proceed. You giggled as he fumbled over his words. Then decided to grant him some mercy and began speaking whilst popping out the sd card from the camera labeling it like the previous one.

"You see I had a very cheeky client today who asked for a shoot last mineut. But I wasn't to bothered he was very very sexy even if he was a boomer, but get this out of nowhere gave me a job offer? And we're having dinner- he promised pizza~" you giggled glancing at Henry as he slumped in the seat realising halfway through that you were talking about him. He smoothed his hands over his face and jumped up coming over to you shaking his head.

"You know I'm not actually a boomer?" he quipped folding his arms. You rolled your eyes at him as you packed your stuff away making sure to recheck everything.

"Have you seen your selfies? Your a boomer, boomer" you teased making him scoff but laugh at the name that has now stuck.

"Wait you've seen my selfies? What do you think?" he asked wanting feedback on the silly shots he took. You paused halfway through zipping up your bag and turned facing him fully giving him a thoughtful look then shrugged

"Their alright... For a boomer" you giggled when he preened for a second then his face dropped into a pout when you finished the comment.

"I repeat...That was hurtful" he said covering his heart with a kicked puppy look making you laugh and hoist your bags over your shoulder and make for the door with him hot on your heels.

"Its fine boomer a second date will make up for it I'm sure~" you sniggered at him playfully looking back at him as he followed you out of the door.

"A date for each time you call me boomer? Deal" he quipped walking along side you offering you his arm like a true gentleman unlike the teasing horny little shit he had been all day. Not that you minded either. Gentleman on the streets, freak in the sheets and all that jazz.

"God we may aswell marry now then boomer" he laughed nodding in agreement the banter from the day still in play as you both left the building.

"Seems so, I mean were at ten that's what the kids consider boyfriend girlfreind territory" he anounced with a sigh playing on the 'boomer' joke making you giggle and roll your eyes as he mentioned the tally. Then you frowned and quickly counted your 'boomers' and opened your mouth you correct him, arguing that ten was incorrect.

"I think its nine boomer- ah see what you did their sneaky boomer!" you cried pushing him playfully at his little trick. He roared with laughter and quickly tangled his fingers with yours dragging you back alongside him guiding you down the street towards a place he knew served pizza, he didn't remember but apparantly he promised pizza...

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gaarasgirlfriend · 4 years

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beach day with the bnha boys

oh to go to the beach with a cute anime boy😔 hope you guys enjoy!!

midoriya izuku

this boy is so excited to spend some time with you at the beach!! he double checked that he packed sunscreen, a towel, and an umbrella!!

when you guys finally get to the beach he’s literally smiling so much because it’s so nice outside and he’s so excited to have a nice beach day with you!!

so after picking your spot and settling down, he’s watching the water

“y/n-chan look at how blue the wa-“ his voice suddenly dies down when he looks over to see you taking off your shirt and shorts

his face immediately erupts in red and he finds himself gulping

the way you look in that bikini has him so embarrassed!! he thinks you look so beautiful and he whimpers a bit when his eyes trail down to see your curves. how’d he score a s/o as beautiful as you??

“c’mon izuku!! let’s go!!” you’d say, dragging him forward before he cried out, “w-what about s-sunscreen?”

“oh yeah! i almost forgot about that, good thing you remembered!”

his face would get even more red as he saw you put the sunscreen all over your body, averted his eyes when you put some on your chest

“hey could you get my back?” you smiled sweetly to him

he gulped but nodded, “o-of course!”

and so, with trembling hands, he put sunscreen on your back and relished in the feeling of your soft skin under his calloused, rough hands.

if you have a small groan because of the way he was massaging you this poor boy would probably combust

“huh? izuku are you alright?”

covering up his nosebleed, he would give you a thumbs up sign, “y-yes, lets get in the w-water now y/n-chan.”

todoroki shouto

todoroki is excited to spend some time with you!! it was an exceptionally hot day and when you begged him to go to the beach with you, he was more than glad

of course, he offered to cool you down with his ice powers but you had pouted and said, “where’s the fun in that? c’mon, let’s go to the beach shouto!!”

and who was he to deny a person as cute as you?

anyways, you guys make it to the beach

he’s very unaware of all the girls checking him out, especially while he’s shirtless

finally finding a secluded area, you guys set up your things

he sees a couple having some ice cream and decides to get you some as well

“wait right here y/n, i’ll be back.”

he comes back balancing two cones, double scooped of course because he knows how to treat you like a queen.

“i got you cookies and cream, that was the ice cream you got on our second date.”

“thanks so much shouto! you’re the best!” you say before hugging him, careful as to not make him drop the ice cream

while hugging, he suddenly notices that you’re not wearing a shirt

and that he can very much feel your skin against his

specifically your chest

he slightly blushes at the physical contact but clears his throat once you let go of him. giving you your ice cream, he silently takes you in, admiring how beautiful you look in your swimsuit.

his eyes linger on your chest before he drags them up to meet your eyes

with a small smile he grabs your hand, “you look wonderful y/n, now let’s finish these so we can go in the water.”

tbh his ice cream melts in his hand because his eyes are fixating one the way your tongue is lapping at your frozen treat

he can’t really take it anymore and drags you to the water, making you drop the ice cream

“shouto~ you made me drop my ice cream!” you pouted

“i brought my dad’s credit card, i’ll just get you another one.”

kaminari denki

he’s the one who begs you to go to the beach

it had been an extremely hot day, and he just wanted to swim

of course he thinks about asking his bro todoroki to use his ice on him before he thinks of something better

going to the beach with you!!

he totally didn’t decide to go to the beach because of the thought of you in a bathing suit. totally not.

‘i wonder if she’s gonna wear a one-piece or two-piece?’ his mind is racing with thoughts of you half-naked

but he can’t help it!! he just thinks you’re so beautiful!!

when you guys are finally at the beach, he’s literally emitting little sparks of electricity because he’s so excited

“calm down there babe, before you electrify everyone in the water.” you chuckled as you guys picked out your spot

“heheh~” he doesn’t say anything to you bc he doesn’t want you to think he’s being creepy

he sucks in his breath when you finally pull your shirt over your head

he jaw drops a bit when he sees that you have on a bikini

you only giggled at his reaction while taking off your shirts, watching his adam’s apple bob as he gulped

“like what you see babe?” you playfully winked at him

he could only dumbly nod, “i really do...”

okay so you decide to bathe in the sun for a bit, lying on your stomach trying to get a nice tan

it would’ve been so peaceful if you didn’t feel your boyfriend’s piercing stare trained on you

“denki, i can feel your stare.” you mumbled, your eyes still closed as you layed your head on your arms

he didn’t say anything, continuing to marvel at your beautiful backside

you peaked at him with one eyes and slowly got up, “what’s wrong? why are you staring at me?”

he met your eyes and solemnly said, “your butt is nice.”

your face heated up at his words, “denki!” you smacked his arm playfully as he just shrugged with a grin

“just speaking facts! anyways are you gonna head in the water or are you just gonna continue lying down like that? because believe me, i have no problem watching you like this.”

you rolled your eyes with a smile, “let’s go swim you dork.”

“i’m your dork.” he dumbly smiled at you

you shook your head, “that, you are.”

kirishima eijirou

he was so excited!! a beach day, with you?? sign him up!!

it had been such a hot day and when you mentioned that you were going to the beach, he immediately asked if he could tag along

“can i come with you babe? it’s soo hot outside!”

and now the two of you are at the beach, putting down the beach towels and umbrella

“look y/n-chan! a volleyball court! let’s play later!”

“okay! be prepared to lose to me though.” you laughed while taking your shirt off

kirishima didn’t respond, instead watching you as you took off your loose shirt and shorts

he felt his face flush as he admired your body, his eyes trailing up and down, stopping when they met with your ass

he gulped

“c’mon babe, let’s go in the water!” you said as you dragged him.

with you in front of him, his eyes were glued to your lower half. he felt bad, but he couldn’t help it! your body was so perfect!

finally in the water, you sighed in bliss as you felt the small waves licking your calves, walking a bit more until the water reached your abdomen

dropping your body in the water, you emerged while throwing your hair back, careful to not get it in your face

kirishima was of course, staring in awe as you did that, comparing you to a mermaid in his mind

“it’s so nice! going to the beach was seriously a good idea!”

“yeah, it really was.” he whispered

“why am i the only one wet right now? let’s get you in some water mister!” you said before latching your arms around his shoulders, causing your poor boyfriend to sputter as he felt you so close to him

that of course all stopped when you dragged him underwater with him, causing him to emerge with his hair down

“babe! your hair is down! you look so cute!”

“thanks y/n-chan, you look quite beautiful yourself.” he said with a bashful smile, hugging your body

bakugou katsuki

“oi, i’m heading to the beach. come with me.” he says.

you oblige because hell, it was hot as hell outside

and so after packing everything you would need, the two of you venture outside and hop on one of the buses

while on the bus, he thinks about what he would do at the beach with you. but his mind also drifts to you in a swimsuit and that has him blushing and scowling, facing away from you while you can only stare at him confused

finally arriving at the beach, bakugou grins manically while he takes his shirt off

“hurry up idiot!! if you take any longer, i’m going to go in the water without you!” he exclaimed while waiting impatiently

“slow down! i haven’t even put any sunscreen on! much less, even take my shirt off!” you mumbled before grabbing the end of your t-shirt to peel it off your body

cue a blushing bakugou as an embarrassed expression came across his face

“what’s wrong bakugou? your face is really hot.” you said, looking up at the taller boy with concern in your eyes

he didn’t say anything and just looked away, scowling a bit as his face heated up even more

he then noticed some dudes walking guy were checking you out

his eyebrow twitched in anger as he yelled at them, “OI!! stop staring you dumbasses, something wrong with your eyes?!?”

they squeaked and ran away

you suddenly put two and two together, “ahh, so that’s what this is all about.”

he whipped his head to you, “what do you mean dumbass?”

you shrugged with a playful grin, “damn, i didn’t realize i looked this good in this bikini.”

his face flushed once again as he furrowed his brows, “dumb girl i don’t-“

he froze when he was suddenly hugged, he could feel your chest against his and that had bakugou’s mind in a frenzy

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING DUMBASS?! GET OFF ME YOU PERVERTED GIRL!” he said while embarrassed, making no real attempt at escaping your hold

your lips found his ear and whispered, “i think you look pretty good yourself.”

pulling away with a wink, you giggled as you made your way to the water

bakugou’s eyes followed your figure and admired your behind before he realized, “OI! GET BACK HERE!”

and dashed towards you, picking you up with his hands supporting your knees and back

rushing in the water and throwing you in, he cackled

when you finally emerged from the water he whispered in your ear, “that’ll teach you for teasing me.”

he smirked at your red face

oh today was going to be a fun day for him

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tamcitrus · 4 years

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Hi there! I just finished binging a bunch of your works and wowerzzz they are soo good!! i was wondering if I could please request for Ukai, (aged up) Daichi and Hinata with a s/o who is a Shibari artist, maybe with NSFW if that is ok! Thank you so much 💜

Hi hi! Thanks so muchhhhhh, I'm happy you like my works 💕 I hope you like this one too! 🥺🌈

- NSFW ahead! - Gender neutral reader - 1.2 k words ~

a/n: I'm so bad at describing actions, I'm sorry jdkabdk

Hinata Shouyo.

Hinata was enthusiastic with everything new to him. This of course included his s/o newest hobby: shibari. He could watch for hours as you practiced those complicated knots with the soft ropes he got you. He liked the way your nose scrunched when you focus.

"Babe, can I try this with you?"

"Yes!" Shouyo walked to you and sat in the bed and extended his arms to you.

"Put your arms behind your back and tell me if this is too tight, ok?"

He nodded and smiled. He tried to stay still while you made some knots on his chest, the rope felt soft against his bare skin. You crawled behind him to finish your work, one final knot on his hands and a kiss between his shoulder blades as a reward.

"It's not tight or uncomfortable," he declared, looking at his reflection on your wardrobe mirror.

You hummed and pulled him from the rope back to the bed. You hugged him from behind, his legs hanging from the bed and his tied arms ended between yours and his body. Your hands went down his chest to his hips and thighs, dangerously close his crotch.

"Hum, ba-baby?" he stuttered when your hand find its way inside his pants and underwear.

You kissed his neck and shoulders, your tongue slowly dragging along his tanned skin.

"Shush, Hina, enjoy, baby..."

"That's che-cheating," he cried.

Sawamura Daichi.

Daichi thought everyday about how lucky he was for having a partner like you. He got home after a stressful day on the streets and you always had a way of destress him. Was it a new work you had in progress, a new book you read or just chatting with him, he was always grateful for it. And sometimes, you asked for the most surprising things ever.

"You want me to do what?" he had to double-check.

"I want you to pose for me for my painting," you repeated and innocently smiled.

"And what's this for?" he took the silky ropes you had with your paints and put it around your neck like a scarf. "Want me to choke you with this?" he laughed and leaned down to kiss you.

You put your hands on his chest and pushed him a bit away from you.

"No. I mean, I like when you do that, but no. I want to add some shibari to my paint, and since you're my model, I'd had to tie you," you kissed him again and stood up to face him.

"Mmmmm ok," he started to undress. "Where should I…?"

"Stand here and relax."

You put the ropes around his thighs and then up his torso, the knots making his cock to stand out. Then you worked on his torso and back, leaving kisses here and there. When you finished, you started painting the view from his back and then the front.

Copying every line of his body on your canvas was a lot more exciting that you thought. The muscles on his back, the cute two or three moles he had around it, a scar you left one time you scratch him too bad. Then, his torso. His abs, more muscles and the tiny crow he had tattoed in honor of his volleyball days. His thighs, you could die on there and you'd be the happiest person alive -or, dying?-. He was naked but you were painting him on underwear, his bare dick was a sight only for you.

"Ok I finished, you can sit now," you walked to him and kissed him. You undid the knots that kept his arms on the sides on his body and undressed yourself while he observed in silence. "You look so good like this, Daichi…" you whispered on his lips and sat on his lap.

His hands made you move until you were straddling his lap and you could feel his dick getting harder and harder with each movement your hips made to grind on him.

"Why don't you untie me so I can get my payment?" he sucked your lower lip and growled when you rocked your hips again.

"Mmm I don't know if I should sleep with my model…"

"It was not a question, dear."

Ukai Keishin.

Your boyfriend spent too many hours outside home. Volleyball, the store, picking his family’s harvest, all these things kept him out a lot. You had your things too, but that doesn't mean you didn't miss him. So, when you were finally together and alone, you both always found ways to make your time worth it.

So, this particular night you were drinking a lot of wine and laughing over silly things and you offered something new.

"So, I have something new to try," you smiled. Your cheeks had the slightest blush.

"Tell me about it," he said, his signature smile on his face.

Ukai watched curious as you ran to your closet and took a nice bag out. You sat back by his side and offered him the bag. There was a purple rope inside, soft and shiny. His eyebrows went so high he probably had lost them. He choked on his wine and you laughed.

"I'm so good at this, Keishin, can I show you? Take your shirt off," you giggled.

He was amused. He never saw you so bold before so he played along. He took his shirt off and offered you his arms and wrists like you were arresting him.

"I always forget you have those," you giggled again and pointed his nipple piercings. He licked his lips and smirked.

"I'm getting bored and I'll tie you," he announced.

You shook your head and put your hands to work. You worked a simple knot on his wrists, just to have his hands immobilized. You grabbed another rope to put around his waist and made a knot in the middle of his chest, surrounding his pecs, his nipples -and piercings- in the middle of a perfect diamond shape.

"Ta-da!" you laughed when you finished.

"Oh you're really good, babe," he looked down at himself and you took a picture. "This is… interesting. When did you learn this?"

"When you're not home," you laughed.

"What else you do when I'm not around?"

You sat on his lap and kissed his neck and bit his earlobe to whisper on his ear.

"I miss you and I think of this-" you palmed his growing erection through his shorts. "I think about how pretty you'd look all tied up with me riding you for dear life."

You stood up and guided him to the bed, where you took off his shorts and underwear. He leaned down to observe you while you tied his hands to the header and worked another complicated knots on his thighs to held them together. He watched you strip and growled when you took his dick on your mouth.

"I think this is a bit unfair…" he was able to say when you stopped sucking him to watch him speak. "Let me go and I'll make you feel real good," he stuttered.

"Mmmm I don't think so, pretty boy. Tonight I'll have my way with you~" you purred and kissed him.

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atiny-exol · 4 years

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Ateez reaction to you getting a lip piercing without telling them

Warning: mature content, swearing,strong language

Genre: fluff, romance with a little bit of mature scenes

Requested: Yes

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Hongjoong

You had the piercing for quiet a while now, but your boyfriend never saw it before. He was very very busy the last days, that's why.

But one day you decided to visit the boys at their house.

Seonghwa opened the door for you and even he was surprised to see your new piercing

You giggled at his shocked face and then stepped inside waiting for Hongjoong to come home too

Because he was still in his studio

The boys asked you a lot of questions and were stunned at the way the piercing suits you

But after some time Hongjoong came home and you all faced him, the boys exited for his reaction.

Your boyfriend looked at you first confused than with a smile and then he saw the piercing, you thought his eyes would roll out of his head.

He was stunned, but the oulled you up from the seat and pulled you in his room, pushing you against the wall and staring at your lips.

He thought it looks gorgeous and super hot on you.

Wants to kiss you bad and that's exactly what he is doing.

A soft moan came out of your mouth as Hongjoong oulled his lips away from yours, a smudge smirk laying on his face. His eyes are still fixed on your lips and he slowly licked over his own. ,,Fuck it does not just look good, but it feels so good while I kiss you too. I can't wait to do it again.".,,Why are you talking that much then? Kiss me idiot."

Seonghwa

He came home very late and you are already sleeping.

But seonghwa decided to give you a good night kiss. So he leans down to you and kisses you in the lips.

As soon as your lips met, he felt your piercing.

Curious like he is, he looks at you more and more not really realizing how your eyes open

You were so happy to see him but also confused why he is staring like that

,,What uhm...can you tell me how long you have this? "

Can't sleep that night because he has to think about this the whole time.. Wants to kiss you again but has to wait till the next day

He loves it..and thinks about getting one himself

His eyes are open, your head is resting on his chest and his hand is running through your hair. A soft sigh slipped out of his lips, and he gently smiled down at your sleeping figure, but especially at your beautiful lips. He always loved your kisses and lips, but with this piercing it's a 100 times better. ,,The next time.. You could tell me that.. I would like to go with you." he licks over his lips. ,,Maybe I want one too"

Yunho

Absolutely shooked.

He opened the door for you and stares at you with an opened mouth.

Touches your piercing just to know that it's real

Pulls you in the house and pushes you gebtle against the door.

,,.. You.. Look so.. Wow"

Speechless.

Just your giggling and slightly laughing pulls him out of his trance

Kisses you, but then realizes that you aren't alone

,,Yunho is kissing [Y/N]!!! Wooyoung you are taking the photos!!!" with a groan Yunho breaks the kiss and turns around to the other males. ,,Don't take photos of us!" the older one complains and groans again as Mingi starts to film you. With a small smile you stepped infront of Yunho, showing the other boys your new piercing too. And just in this second all of them are completely forgetting the fact that they wanted to take photos of you.

San

You told him to close his eyes as soon as you came home

Confused but as soon as your lips meet his, he understands

Opens his eyes immediately, pulls you closer and presses his lips more against yours

Breaks the kiss and breaths heavy

He loves your piercing, the way it looks, the way it feels against his lips and the way it makes you even a 100 times hotter

This piercing leads to an interesting make out session with him

He can't get enough of it. Never

Very protective if the boys tell you how good you look

,,Fuck you can't imagine how fucking hot you look with this piercing. I can't stop staring at you." he said against your lips and growled as you giggled as a response. ,,Hm it would be better when you kiss me, you idiot." San growled again and pulled you closer. ,,You will regret that babygirl/Babyboy. I will punish you for your pretty little mouth"

Mingi

Super shy baby and very confused

Checks multiple times if it's real and not fake

Stares at you and get flustert very easily if you see how he stares at you

Can't take his eyes off you and bites on his lip very often

Wants to kiss you, but he is also not sure about that

Asks you why you didn't tell him that you get a lip piercing

And you explain that it's because of his busy schedule, he would say that he wants to come with you the next times

Gets morw confident and kisses you after some time very softly of course

After a few more seconds the tall male breaks the kiss and looks down at your face. Your eyes are closed, you are placed on his lap and your tongue runs over your lip, making you look even more sexy than ever. ,,Fuck"he hissed slightly and immediately your eyes snapped open, a huge smirk appearing on your face. ,,So you really like it that much hm? "

Yeosang

He knew that you get one, but he didn't know when excatly

So he wasn't that surprised as he saw it on your lip

Would compliment you, but would not make a big deal out of it

Tried to hide the fact that it suits you more than just good

And tries to hide his jealousy when the boys make you compliments too

This night he shows you how much he really adores your new piercing

His arms are tightly wrapped around you and his lips are placed on your neck. A soft moan left your mouth and you mumbled a small yeosang under your heavy breathing. ,,What is it little one? Can't bear it anymore? But it seems like you enjoyed their compliments a bit too much for my liking.yes you look gorgeous like that but." he whispers in your ear. ,, You are mine and you need a punishment for making me jealous like that"

Wooyoung

Shooked but tries to hide it behind teasing little comments

Loves it and will show it infront of the boys

He would be such a tease and shows you around, so everyone know how pretty you are, jut also know that you are his

But he would tease you with something else too

Soo if a lip piercing looks and feels so good, why not letting something else get pierced too

,,Sooo kissing you is now a very new adventure. Your lips feels even better like this."wooyoung smirks and you rolled with your eyes, already knowing what he si about to say. ,,Why don't you pierce your pretty little." with his finger he played with your nipple. ,,Thing here."you moaned loudly at his action. ,,wouldnt it be a good idea kitten?"

Jongho

Shy but also loves it

Won't tell you that infront of the boys

They would tease him with that for the rest of his life he would do it

But as soon as you two are alone he talks with you about it

Asks you how long you have it because you didn't see each other for quite a while

When you tell him, he would also be a little bit sad because you didn't tell him that sooner

But then you explain that this is a surprise he understands and kisses you softly

He think it's sexy but won't tell you that either

,,You mean you didn't tell me that because you wanted to surprise me?" His voice sounds calm and a soft smile layed on his face. ,,Yes! Please don't be sad anymore" he laughed softly and quickly shakes his head.,, No no don't worry I'm not sad.. Maybe just tell me that you are doing next time yeah? "

#ateez jongho #ateez #ateez reactions #ateez seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #ateez hard hours #ateez smut #ateez san #yunho ateez #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez wooyoung #ateez mingi

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marvelousell · 4 years

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Hi I can’t send an emoji on my laptop, but I was wondering if you could write a hc about how would Tom react to your nipple piercings? I had mine done a few weeks ago so they are really sore now and I need something based on that. Thank you and congratulations!

✍️- blurb/hc

Come and join my sleepover ✨

Warnings: mentions of smut, swearing

Okay nipple piercings are so hot

You were keeping the piercing a secret, you wanted it to be a surprise so both you and Tom could enjoy them together

After a few weeks when the stinging wasn’t as bad as it was before you wanted to finally show him the surprise

“You have a surprise for me?” He smirked instantly as his thoughts became dirty in a second

“I do, hope you like them.” You would bite your lip as you pushed your hoodie up to reveal the metal bars in your nipples

Tom would be shocked, but in the best way

His jaw dropped, pupils dilated from the sight in front of him and he could feel his member twitch inside of his pants

“Fuckin’ hell.”

Tom would be speechless, the piercings looked so good and he couldn’t wait to wrap his lips around one of your erect nipple

“So?” You would smile at him, coming closer to his body so he could touch them carefully

“Fuck love, what a wonderful surprise.”

He would be soo eager, he wanted to touch them, pinch them, flick his tongue around them

He was already in love

“Can I touch them?”

After you nodded, Tom would be extra careful wrapping his hands around your tits as his thumb brushed against your nipples and the cold metal

You would hiss occasionally because the soreness was still present

“Am I hurting you? Fuck this looks so hot on you.”

Tom would smirk like crazy while he played with your nipples imagining wild things

He would take care of your breasts and nipples until the pain stopped so he could have his time with them

“You sure surprised me love, can’t wait to see those beautiful tits bounce when I fuck you.”

#tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #elli’s 1k sleepover

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lilliloves · 4 years

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I would love to see a s3 prompt where Rio sees dean on a date with another woman; maybe kissing her or something. It causes Rio to consider what he knows about Beth and why she’s been so untrustworthy.

This is LITERALLY the oldest message in my inbox and I’m kind of embarrassed even replying at this point since it was sent so long ago BUT I’m trying to get out of my writing funk so here...have a little drabble that only sort of fulfills this prompt request from long ago! Fair warning the angst level is through the roof.

Hopefully it’s below the cut but we know how these things go soo...

Rio feels bored. It's a word he usually hates - how can a grown adult ever truly be bored? With his lifestyle especially, he can't remember the last time he didn't have something he could be doing. Sometimes he's just tryin' to survive ... so being bored? Not something he's used to feelin'.

But he does lately - or maybe restless is a better word for it. All he knows is that something has got to give soon or he thinks he might just fuckin' lose it on someone.

He's felt this way before. But every time he's right on the edge something happens that shakes him out of this mood. It's not always good - sometimes it's really fucking bad - but it puts shit into perspective right when he needs it the very most.

The first time he put a bullet in someone.

The time he turned a hundred grand of fake money into the real cash in his pocket.

The day Marcus was born.

The first time he laid eyes on Elizabeth Boland.

The time he fucked her in a bathroom.

That time she shot him in the fuckin' chest.

The look on her face when he reappeared back into her life like a ghost.

All things that got him feeling alive again - so he's thinking maybe he's due for another moment like that.

He's sitting on a stool at the bar he frequents - the bar he's got a stake in - nursing his third vodka. He stopped wanting after the second but it's easier to sit here with a glass in his hand, pretending. He can see the whole place from where he's at and he has to do a double take the first time he lays eyes on Elizabeth Boland's husband. Or is it ex-husband? He's got no clue and he'll tell himself 'til he's dead that he doesn't give a fuck one way or another. All he knows is that the woman Dean's with is decidedly not Elizabeth but a cute, young blonde.

Not for the first time he can't understand how the hell this guy gets these women to give him the time of day.

He should add shooting the dickhead to his list of moments because that had been satisfying. It'd been worth the fight, worth the trouble, to see that bullet blow through him, even though he'd known it wouldn't kill him.

His eyes stay pinned to the table where they sit but his mind can't help but wander to Elizabeth. As much as he tries to forget her when he's not making her life hell it's proved to be a lost cause.

It's been a month since he'd walked into that bar in Rhea's place to give Elizabeth the shock of her life. And it had felt just as satifsyin' as he'd thought it would - to see the look on her face when she saw him standing next to her, very much alive.

He'd threatened and she'd lied straight to his face about a pregnancy that didn't exist. But he'd left, pretended to believe her and then disappeared from her life once again.

Because he knew he'd never kill her but she didn't. So he'd let her stay scared. He'd let her wonder when he'd show up - if he'd show up.

To be honest, the only reason he hadn't sought her out again was because he didn't know what the fuck to do, didn't know what the fuck to say. For once in his life he didn’t have a plan or an idea - knew what he should do, what people expected him to do, but for maybe the first time ever didn’t have the balls to get the job done.

He hadn't anticipated feelin’ the way he did when he'd seen her again.

He glances back over to Dean and grimaces when he sees his mouth latch on to the blonde's neck. Rio grabs the glass in front of him and drains the contents, pushing back from his seat as he does so. Before he can stop himself, before his mind can catch up with his feet he nods a good-bye to the bartender and walks out of the building.

He knows where he's goin' but he doesn't acknowledge it 'til his car glides down the quiet, suburban street.

Doesn't accept it until he's pushin' his way through her back door.

Doesn't regret it until he sees her curled up on the couch, sleepin' soundly, the faint glow of the television the only light in the room.

He stops and before he can figure out his next move she shoots up, confused and out of sorts. Rio watches as her head swings around, down to her lap, towards the TV and then over to where he stands behind her.

Elizabeth doesn't gasp, doesn't scream, just blinks once and then twice as if he's a dream. As if she hopes he's not really there.

Her shoulders drop when she realizes he is and she sits up straighter, looking at him over the back of the couch.

"Took you long enough." She says quietly, her voice still hoarse with sleep.

He smirks and he clocks her surprise when it comes across more like a smile than a sneer.

"Just saw your husband with his hands up a hot, blonde's skirt at my bar." He answers. He figures he wants to hurt her but mostly he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doin’.

She looks startled and then shocked but he thinks it's more 'cause it's the last thing she's expecting him to say.

Elizabeth opens her mouth to respond but closes it just as quickly and he can’t take the silence - it wraps around him and suffocates him enough that words tumble out of his mouth without any rhyme or reason.

"Maybe he'll feel guilty about it when he comes home and finds you bleedin' out." He says with a shrug and if it unnerves her but she doesn't let it show.

He hates that he's impressed - that he's proud at the fact that she ain't beggin' and pleadin' and barterin' for her life.

"Probably not." She shoots back with a scoff, pushing the blanket that lays across her lap onto the floor as she stands.

There's only a couch between them but it might as well be a giant, brick wall.

"Do you want to kill me or do you just feel like you have to?" She asks and her question sets flames ablaze in his chest. Even though he knows she's more nervous than she's lettin' on he ain't proud of her confidence anymore. Ain’t impressed any longer. Now he's just fuckin' annoyed but he can't decide if it's her he can't stand or himself for showin' up here in the first place.

"Did you want to shoot me three times and leave me for dead or did you just feel like you had to?" He mocks, his voice low and rough and sharp around the edges like a knife.

"Of course I didn't want to." She shouts but it's hushed as her eyes dart towards the stairs and for the first time he remembers her kids are probably sleepin' in their beds one floor above them.

He tenses when she moves towards him but if he's admitting things to himself he figures it's more 'cause he wants her closer and not 'cause he doesn't.

Elizabeth stops when she's standing right in front of him and he can see her chest heaving, can just make out the way her hands shake by her side and good, he thinks, let her be scared of him. Once upon a time she had been and it had made his life a hell of a lot less chaotic.

Her eyes dip down roaming over his tattoo and his black t-shirt and black jeans and Rio's eyes zero in on the way her tongue sweeps across her bottom lip. He squeezes his hands together, nails piercing the skin of his palms, to keep from reaching out to sweep her hair behind her ear or do something stupid like follow the path her tongue just had with his thumb.

She lifts her hands, slowly as if she's tryin' not to catch him off guard and before he can even get ahead of her, figure out her next move, she's wrapping her arms around his waist and her fingers are inching underneath his shirt, brushing against his skin sending goosebumps across his body and she’s dipping her hands into the waistband of his pants and -

Yeah he figures out her game just about the same time she figures out that her theory was right - he don't have his gun tucked into it's usual spot because he'd left it buried in his glove compartment box with no intentions of usin' it on her tonight.

Or ever.

Her eyes shoot up to his and he forces himself to stare back at her. Her hands are frozen, wrapped around him and he’s tense, torn between the overwhelming need to push her off of him and pull her against him.

“Get the fuck off me.” He finally forces himself to say but it’s through gritted teeth and the half hard erection between them proves his words are only words.

She listens though, dropping her arms and stepping back but only just enough.

"Don’t get comfortable.” He says - because he may not kill her but he’s certainly not done with her.

And when she bites the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling he thinks she might be glad about that.

#prompt request #my fic #brio fic #drabble #i have no idea what this is #or where is came from #i'm just happy i wrote something #and can still string sentences together #there's an ask in my inbox about what brio fic i'm working on and i didn't want to say ZERO so #i'm making myself write #thank you anon for the ask!

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iworshipkeanureeves · 4 years

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The right door (Keanu Reeves x Reader)

Summary: Reader mistakenly knocks on the wrong hotel door, finding unfamiliar man behind it. Later, she meets him again at the bar of the same hotel.

Words: 1,5k

Warnings: alcohol, smut

A/N: Since I’m currently quarantined because of Covid-19, I‘ve decided to try and write fanfiction to improve my English skills a bit. This is my first attempt to write fanfiction and English is not my native language, it will probably suck, but I’ll learn eventually.

You tried your hotel keycard for the third time, but nothing seemed to change. You started knocking on the door “It’s me, Y/N, open up!” expecting your friend Maddie to be inside and, just as you were about to give up, you heard someone coming to the door. The door opened and you were about to rush inside, when the sight of tall, devilishly good-looking man, standing right in front of you, made you suddenly freeze in place.

You stood there completely speechless, embarrassment and confusion was overpowering your mind, and all you could do was smile and giggle anxiously. “Are you lost?” he inquired politely. Showing him your keycard number, you started to babble nervously “I thought this was supposed to be my room and I…”, immediately after those words, you looked up at the door to see that you got the floors mixed up and felt your cheeks heating. “Soo… never mind, sorry to interrupt you, sir. Have a nice evening”, you turned around flushing and faded into the stairway, realizing that the man you had just disturbed was actually Keanu Reeves.

Maddie was not in the room when you got back, so you decided to visit the hotel bar for a drink or two. Mostly you were afraid to meet mister Reeves; still, there was this little part of you, hoping that he might be there. Keanu Reeves was one of those celebrities that you had never really cared about, nonetheless, seeing him standing there with his messy hair falling over his dark eyes, giving you a frisky smile, definitely did something to you. You picked out a mini velvet dress, not too slutty, yet enough to pull some strings at the bar and went downstairs.

Two drinks went by rapidly and you were ordering your third Manhattan, when the husky voice behind you spoke “this one’s on me”. You didn’t need to turn around to know the man, it was him. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you find a room afterwards” he teased. It was, in fact, a little provocative, how he mentioned a room, but not your room and you turned to him, giving him a charming smirk. You talked for a while, getting to know each other. It turns out, he was in Germany to film “The Matrix 4”, but the production got cancelled for a couple of days, so he had time to spare.

“Do you want any snacks?” he offered. You thought it was funny, how the only snack you truly desired was sitting next to you, though, cheese plate sounded appealing too and it meant more time spent with Keanu. Honestly, you hadn’t had time this good in a while, and, despite having had four Manhattans, you knew it was actually Keanu, who got you into this overly flirty mood, which he seemed to be getting on with as well.

It was getting late and people were getting drunk, some guy passing by bumped into you pretty harshly and you lost your balance on a bar chair. Immediately upon realizing what had just happened, you found yourself holding tightly onto Keanu’s thighs. Common sense was telling you to let go and apologize, yet the tension was real and you looked up to see his piercing eyes set on you, his breath getting deeper and his muscles tensing under your tight grip. His eyes wandered to your décolleté, the air began to feel thicker and it was getting unbearable. For both of you. Keanu clenched your wrists, you both stood up and rushed to the nearest elevator. He pushed the button ‘11’, suggesting the room that he was talking about earlier turned out to be his. As soon as the elevator door closed, he grabbed you by the ass, pulled you close and kissed you passionately. His tongue went deep inside your mouth and you felt heat in-between your legs, clenching them tightly. You heard the elevator sound and, as the door was opening, you brushed your fingers through his massive erection, teasing not only him, but also yourself. You followed him to the room and slammed the door behind.

Keanu turned you around, pressed you to the wall, unzipped the dress and let it fell to the ground. You were standing in black lingerie, pulling his jacket and then his shirt off. His back felt extremely tough and you felt week in your knees as he was kissing your neck, going down your belly, finally reaching your panties, pinching them lightly with his teeth, and then pulling them down in one firm motion. You felt his stubble as he was kissing your inner thigh going up and down slowly, using increasingly more tongue. Keanu pushed one of his fingers in and you gripped his hair tighter. He looked you straight in the eyes and pushed another one in. He was slow at first, but seeing how desperate you were, made him go faster and stronger. He curled his fingers to reach your sweet spot and pushed you onto the bed. He buried his face between your legs, sucking on you clit, keeping his fingers in and pushing them knuckles deep. “Can you take one more?” he asked. You shivered, just the thought of having three of his thick fingers inside you drove you crazy and you nodded dubiously, wondering whether that wouldn’t be too much. He pushed a third finger in and you moaned, at first it was pleasurably painful, but after a few nudges, all that was left was this familiar feeling of knot tying inside your stomach, as you were getting closer to your high. “Yes, just keep going, I’m close” you whimpered. He pushed his fingers in to the maximum depths and stretched his other arm to pinch you nipple lightly. It was all you needed and, seconds after, you came undone, your moans filling the room.

Keanu stayed lying in between your legs for a minute or two, gently stroking and kissing your thigh. “I want you to fuck me so bad” you whispered, Keanu looked at you, gave your thigh one last kiss and stood up. As he was unbuckling his belt, you got up and sat on the bed. You pulled his jeans, together with his underwear, down and his hard cock sprung right in front of your face. You licked your hand and gave him a couple of firm strokes, then licked the tip and covered it with your lips. Keanu involuntarily grabbed you head and pushed his cock deeper in your mouth. You gagged a little, so he immediately pulled out and apologized; however, you were so turned on, that the craziest things were running through your head. Again, you started by covering just the tip with your mouth, but that time, in one slick motion, you took it all in stretching your tongue to reach his balls. “Fuuuuuck” Keanu couldn’t believe that, but then you put your hands on his buttcheeks and pushed him even deeper down your throat.

“Whoah, what about your riding skills, Y/N?” Keanu chuckled. He pulled out of your mouth, grabbed his wallet to take the silver packet out and opened it, he rolled the condom on and lay on his back. You straddled him and he lined his cock with your entrance. Keanu allowed you to take control, and you took him in slowly, feeling how nice he was stretching you, even after three of his fingers. You adjusted for a couple of seconds and started moving faster. Seeing him enjoying you this much was a major turn on and you could already feel another orgasm building up. Your hands were on his chest and you angled yourself so that you could rub your clit onto his belly. His hands were on your ass, slapping it occasionally. You rode him keeping the steady pace, his cock hitting your G-spot.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by the hips and turned you over on all fours, he entered you from behind, his hips hitting your buttcheeks. Keanu was thrusting hard and steady, pulling out completely at times, then slamming all the way in, getting back to his usual pace. Unexpectedly, Keanu spread your cheeks, licked his thumb and started rubbing small circles on your anus. No one had ever done this to you before and the idea of breaking a taboo clicked in your brain, the arousal was just as much psychological as it was physical and you came tightening around his cock, clenching the bed sheets and moaning even louder this time. It took Keanu a couple more thrusts to cum and you both fell down lying onto the bed. He raised his hips a little to pull out and took the condom of, then you both stayed like that for a while, Keanu stroking your hair and giving little kisses over your neck and shoulders.

“I’m so glad you knocked on the wrong door today, Y/N” Keanu whispered to your ear. You rolled over to face him, to give him an impish smile “After all, that was the right one”.

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writingsofmyimagination · 4 years

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Conjecture |12|

Idol Reader Au, Enemies to Lovers AU

Summary: Your management refused to renew your contract unless you collaborated, so you ending up working with Min Yoongi. A guy you’d disliked from before both of your debuts. There is more to their past than meets the eye.

Links to other parts: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |11|

So this will be the penultimate chapter :)

Hope you guys have enjoyed the series.

Words:4600

Rating:18+

Warnings: SMUT!! (BDSM themes, Sub Yoongi, Slight exhibitionism maybe, squirting, pegging) Swearing, alcohol comsumption. General sass.

Permanent Tags: @msunnsstuff @rosey-roseu @eyelessmin @backtonormalthings

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It’s been two months since Yoongi heard those three words slip past your lips from your lips in the hotel room. He made love to you that night like you couldn’t believe. He didn’t let you lift a finger because you were exhausted, especially after the performance and the emotional drainage loaded onto you that day. He worshipped your body, like the goddess he truly believed you were. Everywhere your body liked to be touched received his lips in the form of a kiss or light nip. Your body was subject to wave after wave. You were left a wrecked, exhausted shaking victim of his tongue technology.

It had been a week since Yoongi had heard you mutter those words in person. You’d been in the in the States. You’re reunion was going to be at a house that you knew pretty quickly you’d wanna excuse yourselves from. The … had been gently stroking at your walls since you left the airport. You were slowly getting needier and needier and every bump and damn pot hole was making it worse. If Yoongi had been good and done what you’d asked then he would have a smooth silicon butt plug making him just as needy.

Why do I do this to myself

-How long are you going to be?-

-Missed me huh? :P-

-Is it a crime? And besides Tae keeps trying to get me to dance and linking arms with me…help-

-Lol, I will pay extra to see this. I’m here anyway-

The bass could already be felt through the lit porch. The wide white door with gold embellishments; the window to the party inside. The house was extravagant, so says Greek god of music Apollo posing for the stone fountain you passed on the way to the porch.

“About time you showed up, pretty sure Yoongi is swamped with Tae affection and needs you” Lee chuckled welcoming you inside.

“I’ll make sure I take my time getting a drink then, thanks for inviting me by the way”

The annex floor war marble, the black pattern laced in the white marble resembled mosaic, this room was clear but the noise flooded out through the open living room door.

“Oh please, how much have we worked together these past two years. You basically lived in my here for two months this year” He wasn’t wrong he’d near enough help you produce most of your last album.

“Alright! I was just being polite jeez!” he slid your coat off your shoulders storing in in the cloak room large enough to be a childs room.

You followed him through to the king sized kitchen. The flurry of people drifting in and out, in addition to the smalls groups conversing conveniently next to the generous snack table the kitchen appeared to be much more cramped. You responded to a few smiles and waves in turn; there was a fair share of Idols around; as well as dancers, producers and various other roles from the music industry. All the alcohol bottles were shoulder to shoulder along the back of kitchen unit.

“Mixers all in the fridge, you good?”

“Yeah, yeah” you were already eyeing up the different flavour gins. His only response was a thumbs up and he merged seamlessly through the people and out the back sliding doors.

Mid pouring the lemonade arms wrapped round your front and you were squeezed tightly, all with added sound of a high pitch squeal.

“Oh my god I’m soo glad to see you” Sophie squealed. When you were released you turned to find her and a couple of the hair stylists from your company equally brimming with slightly drunk infused glazed over eyes. Karen was already handing you a shot. Sambuca! The worst!

When your sambuca disgust face twitching stopped you followed the girls outside. The sun was low in the sky, ready to pass the illumination baton on to the tall lamps dotted around the pool. The swimming pools lights were already glistening below the calm blue as perfect yellowy ovals. The calm blue was disturbed by a couple of splodges of green, white and pink; an inflatable dinosaur and unicorn ring were happily bobbing on the surface. Untouched, for now at least. You didn’t need to scan the mass of smart casually dressed people around the pool for long until Hobi’s laugh pierced through the music yanking your gaze to where your legs were now taking you.

Of course, it was right next to the music deck. Underneath the permanent veranda. ….. had moved his music deck outside, as far as you could tell there was no one actually manning so the music must be from the speakers with just the option to mix. You clapped eyes with Tae, a grin and an amused shake of your head greeted him. He chuckled, Yoongi’s hand captured firmly under his arms. You shushed him. You wanted to enjoy every miniscule reaction up close. Yoongi was naturally trying to pull away from affection to find solace in the chairs in front of him. When you were easily within range Tae let go stepping behind for you to come darting behind Yoongi wrapping your arms around him.

“Seriously, I swear to god I will end you!” Yoongi warned, blind to the more feminine hands at his waist. The other boy’s mouths dropped which hastily got covered to shield their amusement.

“Rude!”

His body stiffened before fighting in your grip to turn and face you

“Babe.. I’m so sorry I thought you were Tae” You kept your face straight for as long as you could to enjoy the panic washing over Yoongi’s face. It was a mere and feeble few seconds before you erupted into a giggle. You could feel eyes migrate onto you; as much as you were amongst your own industry and there were no paparazzi the two of you were still pretty big news.

“Hey” the saccharine low voice melted into you like butter on a hot crumpet.

“Hey” you replied, his hands dropped to envelope yours into a squeeze. His lips were screaming to you, begging for yours to comfort them but you were not a huge PDA fan. Yoongi who seemed more than happy using you as an excuse to go sit down and out of the zone of dancing Tae; who’d now moved onto Jin who was much more pliant.

“You look nice” Yoongi spoke plainly clambering through the glasses on the table until he reached his wine.

“I look nice?” You mocked teasingly

“You haven’t seen me for a week and you just say I look nice?” you goaded further. His eyes rolled, smile twitching at his lips.

“God! you’re sooo demanding what do you want me to say?” he whined sparkle glinting in his eyes.

“I missed you, can’t wait to have what nice clothes you are wearing on the bedroom floor while I fuck you until your begging me to stop”

The remainder of your mouthful of drink sprayed onto the stone, darkening Infront of you. Your glance quickly scanning your immediate surroundings for potential heard ears. Your core clenching around your toy. The dampness of your underwear becoming mildly uncomfortable.

Did he just?...out loud? Where has my shy Yoongles gone

“Well… I mean that’s certainly more… interesting”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, not bad, if it was me though I probably woulda said… missed you can’t wait to have my mouth round your cock drinking down your cum”

“Ooof touché. Now no more otherwise you’ll start giving me…issues. Where’s Sophie and Karen disappeared off to?”

“Well we wouldn’t want that would we” pecking him on the cheek.

“No doubt to get me more shots to catch up, has Lee played your track yet?”

“Not yet he’ll, he’s got my memory stick”

“You trusted him with the password? Bitch you don’t even give that to me!” you whined.

“Damn right I don’t last time I did you put our private videos on there, I don’t need that kind of distraction when I’m at work”

“Not my fault you have no restraint”

You were right. Sophie and Karen had fought their way back over to you each with two glasses in their hands. Jaegerbombs.

“The hot tubs freee and has our name on it…” You’d packed your bikini in your overnight just for this. You wrote some of your favourite tracks from your last album in that hot tub.

“You saw Lee wave at Yoongi flagging him over

“You guys go I’ll be like 5 mins, got to hear what my boys made”

“Babe, you’ll hear it wherever you are, you go I’ll catch you in a bit” The kiss to your forehead signalling finality

“Fine!” you huffed squeezing his hand off your waist

“Sure it’s not just because you want me in a bikini quicker?” you teased out loud.

“You flatter yourself way too much” He countered acting disinterested; the glint of insincerity clear as day through his eyes. The hand he’d refused to let go now slid from his grasp.

The appeal of the hot tub was it was embedded into the floor. You stepped down into the shimmering warmth. A square area immediately around the circular pool the floor matched that you’d find in a sauna. You’d be on your knees on the seat of the tub, relaxing undulation of bubbles swarming your skin while you’d be writing lyrics on the wood, elbows growing sore with how fast your ideas were flowing out. The biggest appeal was the one-way glass, you could see the pool and if the patio pool area was free of swarms of people you had an aesthetic view of the skyline. The blanket of lights from the sea of buildings of Seoul.

The flow of water was circling and bubbling away, diffusing weakly into your tired muscles. The condensation had made the room soothingly stuffy and warm. The one-sided glass leaving the three of you in a tranquil heat filled space. You’d initially packed an overnight bag as you weren’t sure if you’d be staying at Yoongi’s or yours. You’d packed a few… extra things for Yoongi which you made sure were coated underneath the pyjamas.

The music filtered through the speakers in the top corner of the room, your ears alert for Yoongi’s new music that he’d refused to share with you. You’d tried every legal blackmail your mind could possible to torture Yoongi. When it came to music you’d very quickly learned he was as stubborn and private as you. You’d only hear it when he was happy for everyone to hear it; the only way you’d hear something before was if you were actually collaborating.

“Don’t you think Kihyun is looking damn good tonight” Karen cooed.

“You’d eat that boy alive” you chuckled

“How do you know I haven’t already?” she challenged from the side of the hot tub, the thin waves of steam failing to cover her deceptive smirk.

“Oh come on! you know Wonho would have told me” triumph filled the air. The three of you shared amusement

“You still talk to him then?”

“Not as much, but we’re still close”

“Well that’s hardly surprising most of your messages were absolute filth.”

“Well, there is that” you laughed, Sophie blunt as always.

“Anyway cheers girls, you bitches are the best” Glasses klinked, the beat of a song you’d never heard before started seeping into the room

“Oooh this must be it” you buzzed, the lower tones and bars of music ringing true of Agust D.

Your heart thumped to the bottom of your stomach, lead weighted. Blood plummeting southwards leaving your face drained. The sounds reaching your ears unbelievable.

“Well that’s erm different” Both girls eyes on you to gauge your reaction, you’d not moved. Face frozen eyes stuck wide.

“Wait…that’s not you…is it?” Your stiff expression face obviously confirming. The whole intro of the song he’d mixed in was the unmistakeable sounds of your moans. You completely blocked out anything when the lyrics started.

“I’m going to kill that asshole” Your shock morphing into pure anger out of embarrassment and self-preservation from m completely falling into tears.

“That’s a fucking dick move, he didn’t even ask?” mouth falling into a O.

“Would I want to hurt him if he did? I mean Jesus how could he, that’s so humiliating”

“He’s an artist right, you guys get soundbites from everywhere, people won’t even think it’s you. No one would expect Yoongi to do something like that. And it’s remixed pretty good, it’s pretty sexy actually”

“Don’t you even dare support this”

“I’m just saying” Karen shooting to defensive mood

“And anyway, that’s beside the point! How could he do that to me”

He is going to learn the full meaning of in dog house back home and he’d be a fool if he didn’t know that already.

When the songs was at its end the crept open. As soon as you saw his face you made sure you gave him daggers, right now you hoped they were primed and sharp. His hesitant movement into the room, sheepish aware of the wolf’s den he knew he was sacrificing himself to. Swim shorts over his shoulder.

“We’ll just go” Karen elbowing Sophie.

“What the actual fuck Yoongi! Your joking if you think you’re getting in” you seethed. He took a small step forward but no further. The barrier of your blood boiling giving him no choice but to choose wisely and come no closer.

“I’m…sorry, it was a complete accident, please let me explain” He rushed.

“An accident?” you scoffed.

“You don’t make a whole fucking song by accident, I don’t even wanna hear it. Do you know how embarrassing that was?” His head drooped low, eyes regretful looking up desperate at you.

“No one knows it’s you…I”

“You don’t know that! That’s besides the bloody point, you used something private without even asking for permission” He slumped himself down on the wooden bench that ran along half the room.

“I know I’m sorry, it wasn’t meant to be played”

“Oh the song you’d made that Lee Asked if you could play at his party you mean?” you snapped.

“I made two versions!” his voice never even raised but it strongly spoken.

“I thought I’d removed that one off the memory stick, he obviously played the wrong one” You churned the fact that actually he’d never meant the song to be heard through the grinder of your thoughts.

“Please forgive me I never meant to…” he pleaded

Fine!

“You know what fine! If you didn’t play it on purpose… just get out I’m too angry, I need to cool off” he stood without a word of contest. He knew by now how hot blooded you were. Eyes never leaving the floor, the now wounded sheep made his way towards the door. His face wringing the anger from your body as quick as it had flared. Leaving you empty with just guilt for company.

“Yoongi wait”

“Want to make it up to me?” He recognised your tone, he recognised the devilish smirk slowly creeping across your face.

“I’ll do anything you want” Instant submission.

Good boy

“Well that’s exactly what I want, lock the door, get changed and come in”

He joined you in simple black swim shorts, his V-lines more prominent than the last time you saw him. As soon as he settled you straddled his lap. A spring recoiling in his arms looping round your waist to hold your hips. He shouldn’t get to touch you, you wanted to pin them but you’d missed his touch too much to argue with yourself. You let it be, for now.

“You need to stop working out” You delayed his reply

“Wh..y” you went onto his lips, hard; catching his bottom lip between his teeth with just a much force. You heard the soundless exhale, a soft breeze from his lips. The growl was stuck in his throat but your hand felt it where it was resting loose on his throat.

“You can’t be hotter than me. Now are you ready to be a good boy and do exactly as I say?” his amused smile switched to an open mouth whine; dragging his hair back in a short tug.

“Well that’s impossible and yes I am yours to use” to hear those words roll off his lips was just…

“Sit up on the side I can’t have you make me cum with all this water” You clambered off him to resume the same position.

“I’ve missed those hands and I know how much you like to use them but to make it more of a punishment I won’t be moaning for you or calling your name” Your ability to do this was partially his fault, when you’d stay at the dorm with the others Yoongi actually wanted to keep things quiet from his brothers. You would always make sure you’d seduce the fuck out of him so he couldn’t refuse. You’d test how quiet he could be and he did the same. So in short it was actually mostly your fault.

You pulled at the bow at the back of your neck, the top flawless in the way it fell from your skin. You held it up biting your lip letting it fall from your hand. Yoongi pulled at the tie just below your hip, bottom lip also disappearing becoming victim of a bite. The lustful coffee swirls of his eyes focused on yours waiting for approval before he removed it from your glistening skin.

The grip of your hands tightening on his shoulders, his hand dipping, tracing his fingers from your neck down, your chest rising under his touch, through the valley of your breasts. His palms flipping up when they reached between your thighs. Pursing the heavy breath through your lips, dissipating the moan in your throat. Both your foreheads pressing together eyes challenging each other in a battle of unbridled lust. Throwing your white flag back with your head when his finger pressed to the front of core, too quickly finding the precious velvet wall. The double hit being in this position his palm was also pressed against your even more precious bundle of nerves. Your neck quickly succumbed to a wave of open-mouthed wet kisses; each igniting a different line of nerves rerouting them between your thighs. Your chest pressed to him your back arched in a perfect crescent. He tilted you back slightly leaning further to you. His fingers could go that much deeper. His palm pressed to your clit with just more pressure. Before your head buried in his neck the unknowing hustle of the people received such an arrogant devilish smirk before a harsh thrust of his hand had you clamping down on his shoulders. He was trying to make you lose your own game. All your moans you made sure were caught in your throat.

“Fuck this is infuriating without you moaning” Yoongi breathed in your ear. His fingers pumping harder.

You could support less and less of your own weight; you became heavier in his hand and lap. He knew he had you.

You fell completely apart, your legs tensed so hard convulsing around his thighs. His fingers still pressed hard to the front of your walls; palm still snug on your clit. He hooked his finger harder inside you, the next pulse of your muscles with the pressure of his fingers right there caused something deeper to release

Your cry flooded past your lips, the moan and expletives loud and breathless in Yoongi’s ear. If his shorts weren’t wet from the hot tub, they’d definitely be soaked with you.

“Did you just?” he asked through heavy exhale, smugness caked on his face.

“I did just”

“That was…so fucking sexy”

“Great punishment” he toyed like a brat.

“Oh babe I’m not done” The glint in your eyes made sure he knew. You tugged his hair dragging his head so your mouth was next to his ear

“I’m going to fuck you from behind while you look out at everyone. I want you think how much of a good boy you are”

“What? You can’t?” you’d already got yourself out of the hot tub.

“And why not?” You challenged, fully prepared for his response.

“Don’t you need…”

Yes I do you thought to yourself holding the harness in your hand

“You brought that to a house party?” the wideness of his eyes briefly sheltered the mischievous creases that built in the corners of his lips.

“Well I was hoping I’d be coming to stay at yours”

“But seriously…here?” he still challenged

“Oh so you don’t mind making me squirt like that, but fucking you is a bit too far?”

You butted in before the guy had a chance to respond

“Now stop being a brat, I want those off and you bent over the side of the tub” The lack of smile and piercing eyes dissuaded any more backchat.

The gold metal buckle lightly pinched the skin at your hip as you stepped into the pool. Yoongi’s head already resting on his arms. He exhaled through his teeth, your hand gently reached around and wrapped at the base of his cock.

“Are you so hard it hurts yet?”

“Getting there” he admitted, the colour fading back into his knuckles when you let him go

“Well you’re not going to cum from this” you warned.

“That’s never not happened” The complaint coming through a low echo with his head weighted on his hands

“You’ve been doing sooo much better. You’re just going to try extra hard for me today. Promise I won’t make it too difficult”

“If you do then you’ll just have to go without making me cum for a month. And you know I’ll make you watch when I do it myself”

“Ready?” hand slick with raspberry lube stroking the thin purple silicone shaft.

“What do you say?”

“I’m sorry for playing that song…ugh!” If he was going to say anymore, he didn’t with you teasing

“Thank you, now ask for it. Ask for your punishment like a good boy” His head took a quick glance up soaking up the view. He couldn’t deny it had definitely become quite a kink. The danger and the audacity of it just ruffled his feathers in all the right ways.

You deemed the silence too long. Fingers skipping up his spine, twizzling in his hair. Sharp tug.

“Ugh!”

“I’m waiting”

“Fuck me…please… I won’t cum…I don’t deserve it” His words hitting you like honey, sweetening right in between your thighs

“God, you drive me crazy when ..” Your leg propped up, hand resting at the base of his neck. Another hand tight on the masterpiece of his ass.”

His head dropping, groans deep in his throat. Hips slow pressing into him.

“Head up, look straight” Knocking your hips in a jolt against him

“I want you looking at all those people while I fuck you”

“Do you think they’ll be surprised to know how much you love it when I have you from behind” You leaned as far forward as you could, slithering your words at the top of his spine. Feeding into his love for you dirty mouth.

He was attempting to choke his moans away, half conscious of the open space of the room. He was struggling to hold himself together. When he’d whine a certain way, you knew he was close so you’d stop and give him a moment to control himself. You weren’t feeling cruel enough to actively try and make him fail.

Your hips had slowed now, and the long drawn tortured moans you were rewarded with. Oof. You could have quite easily stopped and wrapped the mouth he loved so much around his cock and given him the release he so desperately needed. You didn’t.

“I…can’t…anymore” he panted, exhausted. You still inside him pushing your hips to meet his ass once more

“Say please”

“Fuck please!” he cried. The desperation calling your punishment satisfactory. The top half of his body collapsed onto his arms. A beautiful panting mess of your own creation.

“Now I’m so hard it hurts” he breathed, muffled. Buckles undone, harness carried to the bag. Satiated smirk solid on your lips. You made no attempt to hide it when you re-joined him back in the tub. He shuffled round and slid fluidly onto the seat. The creases around his eyes glistening with tears. You swept them away with a gentle swipe of your thumb.

“Such a beautiful boy. Such a mess for me”

“I’ve been good, please…let me cum…Babyyy” Oh god the whine was sounded so perfectly with need and beauty. You were actually impressed he managed it. He’d normally come undone pretty quick.

“Fine, you can cum but… you have to tell me, and you only get my hand” His hands excitedly grabbing your hips as you sat on his lap; gasping when you most definitely on purpose guided his cock through you as you lowered yourself.

He really was desperate.

He breathed a curse as your thumb rolled over his tip. Eyes automatically firing warnings your way. Inhaling your bottom lip between your teeth, the evil smirk responding. You are still in control and you are not done.

Back arched into his chest, hand spread at the base of his neck. Lips dangerous, finding that spot he loves you to clamp down on.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long” he breathed already flushed trying to contain himself. The small bulge of his adams apple bobbed underneath your lips, his legs stiffened in between yours. You kept your hand movements slow and deliberate. Wanting to drag each long groan past his lips that you could.

“Is that nice baby?” Asking the obvious you knew but you wanted to hear it.

“Mmm so…” his words choked as your hand worked faster. His fingers locked tighter onto the outside of your thighs, head dropping back mouth agape stuttered soundless whimpers. Your hand constricting the side of his throat coaxing him to just topple off the edge.

“I’m going to…” Your hand abandoning his cock before his hips started spluttering. Even though you still had pressure on that beautiful milky throat of his. The sweet exasperated groan and breathy curses tweaked the sides of your lips up. His tortured pupils looking so feebly at you, devastated you’d just ruined his climax that he was gagging for. The water settling around you, your arm dragging droplets round his scapula, rolling down his chest perfect little drops.

Wet hands toying with the bottom of his hair line.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that” his chest still rising and falling in rapid undulations beneath you.

“And you know you can’t get enough of it” you countered pressing an adoring kiss on his plump lips.

“Babe you seriously gotta stop trying to leave me like this” it was a weak tired plea more than being a brat so you forgave him. If you ruined him just right, he’d stay hard; giving you plenty of extra play time. You retrieved your bikini halves from where they were shamelessly dropped. Facing the gap in the wall towards the changing area wringing out your hair; your ass a full spectacle to him to enjoy.

“Well I won’t because we’re not finished and you’re going to come and fuck me against the wall”

He followed you through into the changing rooms like the absolute love-struck horny puppy you know he is and you wouldn’t change him for the world.

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all-theimaginess · 4 years

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“Loathing (?)”

Request: pietro and reader imagine where the reader and pietro go on an undercover mission and they both can’t stand each other and they have to share a room and they don’t want to and LOTS OF FLUFF PLEASE!!!

AN: I’m soo sorry that this took so long to write. Real life got a little crazy. I hope that you all like it. I might be working on a part two because this came out a little long. Implied Steve x Reader

A/N: In an effort to have all of my fics in one blog, I am going through and reposting old works from my previous blog which I will more than likely delete after this.

Warnings: None.

Part Two

“Do I seriously have to go with Speedy?” You asked, instantly annoyed by the situation that you were being put in.

Tony looked up at you from his paper with a wry kind of smirk. “Sorry kiddo. Fury’s orders. Nothing you or I can do about it.”

You crossed your arms, turned on your heels and left the room.

You didn’t know what it was, but Pietro annoyed you and got under your skin and you were pretty sure that the feeling was mutual. The walk to your room seemed like it took forever until Steve appeared at your side. Out of the corner of your eye you notice him trying to figure out your demeanor. “Fury is sending me on a mission with the human roadrunner.” You explain with a straight face.

Steve pursed his lips. “Maybe there’s a bright side to this.. Maybe you two could work out your differences.”

You snort, knowing that probably wouldn’t happen anytime soon. You both reached your room and turned to look at each other. “What time do you leave?” He asked, taking your hands.

“Tomorrow. Early. I still have to go over the mission files.” You tell him, looking up into his blue eyes.

“In case I don’t see you before you leave. Please, be safe.” He said, leaning down to kiss your forehead and hugging you. During the embrace, you felt the familiar butterflies in your stomach appear and flutter before you also felt an annoying gust of wind go by. You broke away from Steve, with your fingers still laced together.

“I promise that I will be..” You smile up at him. Reluctantly, you let go of Steve’s hands and went into your room.

The mission at hand required you to dye your hair. The color was actually starting to grow on you, maybe you would keep it. You usually loved undercover missions. In your opinion, they were probably the most fun the majority of the time. Hopefully Sonic the Hedgehog wouldn’t ruin that for you.

The sun hadn’t even risen when your alarm went off. All you had to do was shower and get dressed and you would be ready. You ran through some of the details of the mission in your head as you got ready. In no time, you were waiting in the living area with your bags. Somehow you had finished getting ready ten minutes early. Given that you had time on your hands, you pulled out the file again and went back over it. It seemed like it would be a fairly easy job. You and Pietro should be back in no time.

The next thing you knew, Pietro was sitting on the other side of the couch drinking what you assumed to be coffee. “This mission seems fairly simple. If we’re civil then we’ll get through this in one piece.”

Pietro nodded as he sipped his drink. “I will if you will, princessa.” He retorted.

Before you could respond, F.R.I.D.A.Y. started to speak. “Miss {L/N} and Mr. Maximoff, your transportation has arrived.”

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” You both said in unison as you grabbed your bags and the files.

–Time skip–

The trip to the destination felt like it dragged on, but that was only because it didn’t seem like Pietro could sit still. Maybe you should have stopped him from drinking that coffee. The place itself wasn’t as nice as the facility in upstate New York, but it would have to do. You pull out the key and unlock the door, your stuff trailing behind you. Pietro followed you with his things and closed the door. You both put your things down and look around. “Didn’t see this coming.” You heard the Sokovian say next to you.

The place was set up like a studio apartment, basically one continuous room with a door that you both assumed led to a bathroom. You look at the Sokovian, just realizing that he uttered some of his catchphrase. You just stand there trying to make sense of this situation. “There must have been a mistake somewhere. I’m calling someone.”

You got out your laptop and sat it on the kitchen counter. “You need computer to make call?” Pietro asked skeptically.

“Some calls can be made on a computer.. besides, I want to see their face.” Much to your surprise, there was a message that popped up before you could do anything. You looked at Pietro, who looked just as confused as you. You clicked on the message hesitantly.

Just then, Nick Fury’s face popped up onto the screen. You both straighten immediately. “By now you should have noticed something about this residence. There is something I neglected to tell you about this mission. In order for this to go off without a hitch. we’re going to need you to be a convincing couple. That’s right, you heard me. So put your differences aside and do this for your country. I look forward to hearing your report when you both return.” And with that said, the video shut off.

Both you and Pietro stand there looking awestruck at the blank screen. “If you say your catchphrase, I might slap you.” You muttered as a warning.

“Well, we didn’t.” He retorted, grabbing his luggage.

After you two had unpacked and figured out your sleeping arrangements, you sit on the bed. You had been trying to figure out how this cover would work. You were sure that Steve wouldn’t like this at all, but you and Pietro were under orders. You assumed that you would figure that out after some sleep.

–4 O’Clock the next morning–

You awoke with a groan. You needed to get ready so that you looked like your cover story. After about an hour, you were ready to go. “Speedy, get up it’s game time.” You called to Pietro who was asleep on the couch. He rose slowly and wiped the sleep out of his eyes. The human roadrunner dashed into the bathroom with an outfit. He was ready in no time. The car was waiting downstairs for the pair. You decided to practice your cover, and grasped Pietro’s hand. He looked at you quizzically for a moment before realizing what you were doing.

You two got into the car and talked about what you would possibly expect. Before you realized it, you were at your destination; an abandoned looking record store. Pietro stepped out of the car first, helping you out with a smile. Soon, you felt his hand around your waist. You smiled up at him, trying to keep up the act, not knowing if you were being watched.

Once you entered the building, you noticed three gentlemen at the counter in the back. You could feel Pietro’s gaze on you. You eye him for a moment as you two continue to walk to the gentlemen. Misters Bentley, Pierce, and Constantine I presume.” You say clearly. You and Pietro stop a couple of steps away from them.

“Mr. and Mrs. Pankov. You’re right on time.” Mr. Bentley comments.

“Soon to be Mrs. Pankov.” You smile up at Pietro and put your hand on his chest.

Pietro smiles down at you and kisses your forehead. “We believe that it sets bad precedent when a person is late for a meeting.” His expression turns more stern. “Now, let’s get down to business.”

[[TIME SKIP]]

You two were almost in the clear and about to finish the job when Mr. Constantine spoke up, “You’ve got quite the girl, Mr. Pankov.” He observed, patting Pietro on the back. “A girl like that deserves to be kissed, often. If it isn’t too blunt for me to say.”

“Not too blunt at all, Sir. I happen to agree with you wholeheartedly.” He grins, leaning in and bringing his hand up to your cheek.

Your eyes widen slightly before your lips touch. Pietro’s lips are soft against your own as your eyes close. You feel his tongue against your lower lip and your mouth opens willingly. It was then that your brain went into overdrive. You broke away slowly, heat rushing to your cheeks. Your eyes open to Pietro’s smile. You look over at your business partners who are trying to hide their approval. That was when you knew that you two had won.

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hunghohoseok · 5 years

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Punk Rock Drummer

Disclaimer: He is actually NOT a drummer it just didn’t work out that way lol

Words: 3.8k

Genre: Smut.Fluff (if you squint)

Warnings: seeeeeex.dick piercing.tonguing panties? (is that a thing?).implied drinking.unsafe sex (stay safe my creepies).accidental voyerism

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You’ve always wanted to go to the big city, but going alone terrifies you. Your best friend tells you that her brother and his band are gonna have their big break and is inviting you to go see him in action. The thing is, you’re a sucker for a boy with tattoos.

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You knew, you knew, you shouldn’t have messed with him. Everyone told you that he’d hurt you, but you had a type.

Asshole, asshole is your type.

Jay was his name, breaking your heart was his game. He was hot, had a lip ring, and his hair was unruly and it made your heart flutter and your insides feel a certain way. Oh, and he had a tribal tattoo wrapped around his forearm. That was the only thing you could took at while he took you in the back of his car. It was dark enough that he didn’t notice.

After that, he seemed to call you less, and you tried to call until you called one too many times and his phone was out of service.

“He had ONE tattoo and you fell for him?” Your best friend Yejoon handed you another tissue and sniffed into softly.

“Maybe.”

“Why do you do this to yourself?” She asked softly.

The thought of your best friend worrying about you made you cry harder and she wrapped you into her arms and leaned you both back on the couch and you ended up falling asleep on her chest.

After this one, you’re done, you say to yourself.

“Soo, guess what?” Yejoon leaned on the table in front of you and you looked up from your homework.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Yoongi is having a show.”

“Okay? He always has shows.” You turned your eyes back to your book, determined to read this chapter.

“Buuuut,” she grabbed the book and closed it. Before you could complain, she put her finger on your lips, “It’s at the Bangtan Ballroom. Tonight.”

Your eyes widened. The Bangtan Ballroom holds around 500 people, and it’s in the heart of the city, where you love to go – not alone though. Yejoon doesn’t like big crowds and a fast-paced environment, so she would always refuse. You both have heard too many bad things about the city, and she took them to heart. They scared you too, lowkey, but you couldn’t help but want to go.

“You’re kidding!” You grabbed Yejoons arms and jumped around the coffee table. “Oh my God, I’m so proud of him!”

Yejoon smiled widely at you, “Me too! And guess what?” She pulled to lanyards out of her back pocket and waved them in your face.

You screamed and started jumping up again, Yejoon joining in until a hard knock from under your apartment floor made you stop in your tracks. You both giggle and she pushes you from your guys living room to her bedroom and she made a b-line for the closet.

“Gotta look good for the other bands. I could meet my true love tonight.” She pulls out a short red dress, puts it up to her chest. “Or a quickie. Same thing right?” She threw the dress back in the closet and dug once more. “Though, I don’t think Yoongi would like it.”

“How is your brother by the way?”

“Bugging me every second, ‘When are you coming to see us? You got any friends who need jobs? Know anyone single?’ I swear, if he asks me one more thing, I'll shut down a cell tower.”

“He’s single? What happened to Suzy? I thought they were ‘in loooove’.” You made a heart around your face and Yejoon threw and shirt at you.

“That ship sailed after they moved to the city for Yoongi’s band. She ‘couldn’t handle the pressure of having a famous boyfriend.’”

“Hardly, they had just formed! They were inseparable during high school.”

Yejoon finally picks out a pair of pants and takes off the ones she currently wearing. “Yeah, well I told him she was bitch from the start.”

You grinned and made your way to her closet and tried to dig out the dress she pulled out earlier.

“Hot.” You open your mouth to reply and you see her twisted in front of the mirror. She had put on the shirt she threw at you; it was cropped and off one shoulder and you couldn’t see..

“Are you not wearing a bra?”

“Of course not, it wouldn’t be easy otherwise.”

“You really out here tryin’ to be a hoe, huh?” You snickered.

“You’re just mad that my tits are small enough to be a hoe.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

She laughed at you as you went to your room to get ready.

“I put on the worst bra.” You were grabbing your side, trying to shove the metal piece back into it. The dress was tighter than you thought and it wasn’t helping.

“Dont’cha wish?” Yejoon gestured to herself, and she ended up wearing tight black pants and a cropped tank top.

“Oh shut up,” You mumbled. You guys had finally made it to the ballroom and it was packed to the brim with bodies, already drunk and dancing to the music playing through the speakers. As you guys finally made your way to the back, you flashed you VIP lanyards and they let you guys though.

“He said it was the door at the end of the hall..” Yejoon murmured to herself as people, you assume other bands pass by and she couldn’t help but stare. Taking her arm, you made your way to the last room and knocked on it and a gruff voice welcomed you.

“Come on in!”

Yejoon pushed her way past you and you heard a gruff voice say, “Speak of the Devil.”

“And she shall appear. You were talking about me?” She leaned on Namjoon, the drummer, while he was sitting on the couch. He may have been clumsy off stage, but on stage was a different persona, grabbing the crowd's attention. With the slow beats of his base drum the crowd would hush and be at his mercy. As of now, he was at Yejoon’s attention. He sat up straighter and grinned and she tilted her head in feigned ignorance.

“Ya, get off him.”

A low gruff came from behind you that made you jump and turn around. Yoongi had looked different since you’ve seen hm. Granted that was 3 years ago at your high school graduation. Instead of short, spiked, black hair, it now made its way a little past his eyes and bleached His eyes were sunken in and closed halfway into a glare directed at his sister almost falling into his drummer's lap. He stood straighter now, you quickly noticed. He was at least a head taller than you and his once smooth face now had piercings; many adoring his ears, one on his eyebrow, and two small hoops on either side of his bottom lip. Out of your peripherals, you notice he’s wearing a turtleneck. Not very comfortable, you think, he’ll be sweating and that’s not a turtleneck.

A soft black ink adorned his neck and down towards the collar of his shirt which you now see is a shirt with an unfamiliar logo on it. You don’t think much of it because your eyes go lower and see that he is covered in tattoo’s all the way down to his fingers. As the hands wave in front of you, you soon realize that he was trying to get your attention.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

“What?”

“I asked you if you wanted to sit. You seem out of it.” He gestures to a loveseat and you sit down softly. Everyone else had broken off into their respective conversations and you feel out of place now. Yoongi plops down next to you and he leans back and put his arms on the back of the sofa.

“So, how’ve been? You look good.”

“Oh! Uh, thanks, thank you.” Your hands try to drag down the fabric of your dress, and after a few tries you give up and set your hands in your lap. “You look good too. These past few years have been good to you.”

He laughed, “I could say the same about you.” His tongue peaked out and swiped across his lip and you breath hitched.

“Um, s-so do you like the city?”

The blond makes a face and he shrugs a bit, “It loses its touch after a while. Too fuckin’ loud honestly.”

“Really? Ah, I’d love it.”

“Why?”

“I once drove with my parents through the arts district as a child. It was so beautiful, the lights so pretty, and people were talking and having fun and I just want that experience, ya know?”

You looked at him and he had a small grin on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing. Why don’t you just go?”

You hummed and leaned back on the couch. “It’s all so new. And I've heard some rough stories about the city so I don’t wanna go alone. Yejoon doesn’t like coming so.”

“She doesn’t like anything fun,” he laughed. You smiled at him and became more apparent to his arm that was on the back of seat was inching its way towards you. It’s hard to ignore the heat of his arm on you and involuntarily shiver.

He moved his body closer and whispered so only you could hear, “Well, if you want, I can take you.”

Taking in a sharp breath, and glanced at his neck piece. You have never seen Yoongi like this. He was never a childhood crush of yours and you sure as hell wasn’t one of his.

Well-

There was one time, in high school. Yoongi and Suzy had come down to visit and you had been spending the weekend with Yejoon and her family. In the middle of the night you had to use the bathroom which happened to be past the guest room, so no, you were not peeping and you want to make that clear. Hearing a soft groan, you stopped, half asleep, in front of the door and peeked into the light shining though the crack of the door.

The image permanently seeped into your brain was one of Yoongi, thrusting wildly into Suzy from behind. With her head covered by a pillow, all you could see was Yoongi. How sweaty he was, how he would roll his hips before thrusts, and his abdomen – you had no idea that he worked out. Suzy’s moans were quiet but you could tell she was trying so hard to keep them that way.

You didn’t realize how long you had been standing there until Yoongi’s eyes bolted up and you swore he made eye contact with you because he grabbed his lip in between his teeth and thrusted faster into and when you heard Suzy get louder, you finally came to your senses and scurried off to the bathroom.

You couldn’t make eye contact with either of them the whole weekend. Yoongi never mentioned it, so you felt less like less of a pervert. Your own little secret.

All that is coming back to you as he gazes softly at you. Glancing over to Yejoon, she’s too engrossed in a conversation with Seokjin, the singer and another one of Yoongi’s friends, to pay attention.

You felt soft fingers on your chin, “Over here, Dollface.”

“Uh, I don’t, uh,” He grinned at your stuttering, and set his hand on your uncovered thigh.

“Tell me if I'm being too forward but,” he got even closer and whispered in your ear, “you look delectable in that dress.”

You felt a shiver down your spine, this one obvious to him, and he chuckled.

“All right guys, you’re on.”

And just like that, he was gone, along with the rest of the band. You finally had a chance to take a breath and Yejoon took your hand to lead you backstage to watch.

The only thing you could pay attention to though is Yoongi. The way his fingers lazily strummed the cords of his base guitar all while looking sexy. The crowd recognizes this as well, due to them chanting for him to take his shirt off.

He indulges.

The intricate linework on his chest and back makes you drool, and you hope no one saw that.

After the show, you, Yejoon, Yoongi and the rest of the guys went to a late-night sushi bar, the perks of the city.

There was laughter, drinking, yelling, and you had completely forgotten about Yoongi’s proposition earlier. But as you guys were leaving, Yejoon having been drunk, you were worried about how you guys would get home. She was in no condition to drive, and you had a few drinks and weren’t going to risk it.

That is how you ended up in Yoongi’s car sitting in the passenger's seat while Yejoon softly sings to herself in the back.

“Y/N, Y/N,” Yejoon leaned forward to your headrest, “d’ ‘u feel as good as I do righ’ now?”

“No, not really,” you laughed at her and she gazed at you, or at least you think it was at you. It could’ve well been the door handle she was looking at. Her eyes were glazed over and you she abruptly blew a strawberry at you and melted back into her seat.

You guys had finally made it back to your apartment without a hitch and you and Yoongi (mostly Yoongi) lugged the singing drunk girl back into your guys home, and safely in her bed.

Yoongi waited in the living room while you helped Yejoon out of her clothes all while she tries to grab your face and tell you how much you love her.

When you finally make it out, Yoongi is on the couch scrolling on his phone. You don’t know how he makes something so mundane look so alluring.

“Thanks. I appreciate it. She’s a handful sometimes.”

“Oh no problem,” he stands and makes his way to you.

“So,” you don’t make eye contact with the blond while you talk. “It was an amazing show.”

“Thanks. Was I, uh,” Hearing him stutter made you gape at him. He was gazing softly at you and scratched his neck. “Was I out of line, back there in the green room?”

You wanted to say no immediately, but you had to think about it. Did you let him because you wanted him to, or because the ink on his arms? Yoongi was nice and from what you heard from Suzy, a grumpy but soft human being willing to make you happy in the most subtle ways. As you think back, you remember in middle school he’d give you his lunch because your family couldn’t afford it. Your first day of freshman year he stuck to you and Yejoon all day, making sure you got to your right classes safely. When he left for college the summer after, he let you and Yejoon hang out in the basement with him and his band every practice – something he claimed he hated.

You felt your chest warm up and you reached out to him. “I liked it.”

“Oh,” his face was flushed and you couldn’t tell it was from the alcohol, “cool, cool.”

He interlocked your fingers and neither of you moved for a minute. You glanced back up at him and you guys slowly made your way towards one another until your lips touched softly. That was all it took for Yoongi’s hand to leave yours and find its way to the back of your head and deepen the kiss. His other hand was on your back and yours interlocked behind his neck.

As the kiss got more intense, his tongue ran across your mouth and you stuck yours out to taste him. His mouth wrapped around the muscle and sucked on it and you couldn’t help but moan.

He released your tongue, “Yoongi, please.”

“Yeah?” He bent down and grabbed the back of your thighs and you jumped into his arms. Yoongi walked to the couch and settled between your legs. “Tell me what you need, Dollface.”

Your legs had to stretch apart to accommodate for his body and your dress began to roll up. You tried to pull it down, but Yoongi grabbed your wrists and put them above your head.

“Tell me.” His voice was gruff.

“I-I need you, Yoongi.”

“To do what?”

You groaned, “Touch me.”

“How Dollface? You have to be specific.”

You groaned again and lifted your hips. You felt his growing bulge against your panties, which were now free for him to see. He took both of your writs in one hand and dragged his other hand slowly down your body to your heat and rubbed a finger over your panties and a moan makes your way out of your throat.

“Oh? This is what you want?”

“Yes, please.”

“Oh, well, I do aim to please Dollface.” He let go of you and moved his face toward your center. His tongue prodded at you and you hissed. Yoongi thrusted his tongue in you as far as he can, making your panties go with him and he made his way to your clit, soaking your panties as you squirm under his touch.

“More pleeeeaaase Yoongi.”

You could hear a soft chuckle and before you knew it, his tongue was directly against your pussy, thrusting in and out while his thumb was rubbing against your clit in quick circles. Your moans got louder and you realized that no matter how drunk she is, Yejoon hear and that makes you cover you bite on you hand.

“Let me hear you baby.”

“But - haa – she's gonna he-aah!”

Yoongi took your clit into his mouth and flicked it around with his tongue and your felt a growing heat in the pit of your stomach.

“Faster please.”

Your toes began to curl and you tried to spread your legs as far as they could go and he release your clit, spreading your lips to see how pink and wet you are.

“Let go Dollface, cum on my tongue, please.”

Hearing his plead made you moan behind your hand and seized your clit again. He moaned into you and the rubber band snapped in the pit of your stomach and your legs shook and you hand left your mouth and onto Yoongi’s head, gabbing and pushing him closer as you ride out your orgasm.

He finally pulls away and kisses you hard, shoving his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself. You feel his hands come to the neck line of your dress, trying to pull it down to look at your breasts. When it wouldn’t budge, he groaned a “sorry” into your mouth and before you could ask, you heard a loud rip.

“Yoongi! This was Yejoon’s.”

“I’ll buy her a new one,” he sat up and made a mental picture of how wrecked you look. Chest red, a pretty black lace bra pushing your breasts together, the bottom of the dress rolled up to your waist, and your pussy on show or him. “Take it off.”

You sit up all while keeping eye contact with Yoongi. His lip was in between his teeth and starts to take off his shirt and you couldn’t help but drag your hands across his inked chest.

“You like these?” He smirked.

“Mhm.”

“I like these,” Yoongi squeezed your breast and leaned you both back down to latch his mouth on your nipple while his hand rubbed the other. “God, they’re so pretty. You’re so beautiful Dollface.”

You could feel yourself blush at the compliment, not that you could tell. “Please, I need you Yoongi.”

Your hands started unbuttoning his jeans and he grabbed your wrists again. He started rubbing himself against your center.

“I saw you, you know.”

“W-what?”

“All those years ago, when I was home.”

“Oh God Yoongi, I-”

“You liked it, huh? Liked how good I was fucking her? How she couldn’t keep quiet while I took her over and over?”

You whimpered and moved your hips with Yoongi, “Please.”

“I knew you were there, I just couldn’t help but show off. It made it so hot knowing someone, you, were watching me.”

He reached into his pants and pulled out his hard cock and he stroked himself a few times. You looked at his red tip and you saw a silver ball at the top. Oh God, his dick is pierced, oh god, oh god-

“You want me Dollface?”

You nodded fast and he rubbed he tip against your clit. You felt your hole clench around nothing.

“I do,” You took hold of his forearms to keep your grounded while his middle finger entered you slowly.

“Oh, so easily,” he pumped a few times before adding another one, it going in easier than the last. “Jesus, okay. You want my cock this bad Dollface?”

“Just do it!” The plea in your voice made Yoongi smile this big gummy smile and you felt the heat in your stomach again. He lined his cock up to your entrance and the pressure of his cock stretching you made you clench.

“Ah, fuck,” He sighed as his hips met yours.

“C’mon, fuck me.”

“You asked for it Dollface.”

He dragged out his cock and thrusts back in and didn’t stop until you had a pace you both agreed with. Your moans were like a lullaby to his ears and he wanted the extended version. He groaned at the pleasure he was giving you and rolled his hips to hit your g-sot. Your moans got louder and high pitched and the sound of his skin slapping your made you push back harder.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” You reached out to Yoongi and you caught a glimpse of one of his tattoos. It was a rose wrapped in thorns. So simple and bright red, but you loved it. It seemed soft and the thorns made it seem too dangerous to touch. Looking back at him, his lidded eyes were staring you down and you couldn’t help but keep eye contact with his as he fucked you.

“Please, make me cum.”

“Oh I will,” he gruffed.

His fingers found your clit and he rubbed as fast as he was thrusting and you squeezed around him feeling your orgasm coming.

“Oh, fuck I’m close.”

“Fuck yes, cum for me Dollface. I need it. Squeeze my cock, squeeze it.”

With his words, he made you came around him, tightening your muscle and your mouth was formed an ‘o’ in a silent scream.

A groan hit your ears and Yoongi’s thrusts were stuttering off tempo and he pulled himself out, pumped once, twice, and the third stroke set him coming across your stomach.

“Ah shit.”

Only the sounds of your harsh breathing was heard and he fell softly on top of you and wrapped his arms around your limp body.

“So,” he finally said after a few minutes, jolting you awake, “still want the tour of the city? I think it could make a great date.”

You smiled at him and he leaned down and gave you a kiss.

“I think I'd like that.”

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spnsmile · 4 years

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Cas' reaction when he finds out Dean's liver failure

I can't really imagine how except pure shock and immediate tackle 😂

On the other hand.. ✨

Dean doing everything just to get Cas' attention because he can't stand the angel ignoring him for many days after a petty quarrel. Except the Angel of the Lord is so done with his shit that Cas refuses to even look at him. But Dean knows Cas weakness: Cas could never stop caring about him . And he loves Cas for this absolute fact.

At first, it's all deliberate.

He knows how Cas can't stand it when he's injured, so Dean would pull the most outrageous stunts just to see Cas looking at him in concern. Sam called him an idiot when he noticed but Sam's not the one hungry for the angel's attention.

So Dean times it. Needless to say, he's an acrobat, though lately his left shoulder's been aching like a bitch.

He begins with a fall on the stairs. Dean slips three steps down and lands on his stomach flat on the floor. The air gets knocked out of his chest, he lets out an exaggerated groan that must've shooed birds outside and made the most excruciating expression.

Both Sam and Cas rushed to his side, his brother asking him what hurts, 'what d'you think?' but Cas presses a finger on his forehead quickly upon seeing Dean's face without asking. Dean pulls away like he's burned. No way he's wasting any of his boyfriend's mojo for real.

The look of surprise on the hunter's face is mirrored on the angel.

And it worked.

Castiel transfixes him a glare so deep and said warningly, "Dean."

Attention taken. Dean doesn't let him so Cas is on him the entire day. He noticed bruising on his stomach after it and tells himself not to get too much into it.

The second time the chance opened, they are outside the car in an empty street. Cas is still inside the impala while the brothers prepare the weapons.

Dean gets a classic act of timing Sam shutting down the impala's trunk lid on his right hand. Of course it's just skin, but Dean can always exaggerate.

He yowls in pain while poor Sam frantically fumbles for the keys. Cas panics beside him when he checks the commotion and nearly ripped apart baby's lid away if Dean didn't snatch his red skin from the trunk, looking horrified.

Cas this time grabs his wrist. Did not even let him speak and just heals him, telling Dean Cas it's just a car in comparison to his limb so Dean doesn't talk to him for a day. Cas also unwittingly removed his bruising stomach.

Third time's a real accident. Dean simply pretended to fix the sink's pipe when a jolting abdominal pain hits him bad, he knocks his brain out when he pulls up- the thud is heard all over the kitchen. Dean groans because the bump is real and his stomach is in pain, so when he sees Cas already by the door, looking around the room where he heard Dean's cry, Dean calls for him.

The two looked at each other, the blue eyes round and wide while the green is teary from the pain. He watches as Cas walks toward him, kneels down and looks him searchingly in the eyes. Questionningly at first, then alarm.

He cradles Dean's cheeks on his palms, fitting Dean there, making the hunter blink for a moment. Cas suddenly clicks his tongue like he's chastising himself before he scoops Dean to his arms and stands up, carrying the hunter bridal style while the Dean complains aloud to be let down. Cas doesn't.

Not even when Sam stops to look from the kitchen doorway. One look at Cas'expression and Sam is moving out of his way, not wanting to be involved.

Dean goes on complaining until the corridor where Cas gives him this glare so piercing it shut the hunter's lip till they reach his room.

Heart pounding when Cas stops at the edge of the bed, Dean's thoughts crisscrosses on things they can both do, except he feels nauseus and cold at the moment.

Then his heart skips a beat when he sees Cas look at their bed.

For one wild moment, Dean thought Cas would drop him there and just ravish him. He saw the longing in the angel's eyes, so it's a surprise to him when Cas slowly puts him down and lays him across as gentle as possible like he's cradling a child.

But then Cas pulls the hem of his shirt up away from his stomach. Dean jerks up, excitement and nausea mixing in his body. Cas puts a hand on his shoulder, eyebrows contracted, blue eyes solemn.

"Don't move."

Dean blinks. He wants to ask what's wrong but the look is enough to silence the hunter and just trusts the angel.

"Dean, what do you feel?"

"Huh? Uh... well, I got a boner for one thing."

"We can take care of that later."

Dean chuckles, the shaking of his body making him groan. Castiel holds his arm. "Dean?" the angel suddenly touches his right side with the tips of his fingers and presses down Dean's stomach.

Dean chokes in pain, tears now welling up as he struggled to breath. Castiel quickly removes his hand, then gets his palm over Dean's stomach.

There's a pause then-

Dean sighs at the warm energy circling his side. Cas is doing something miraculous on his abdomen, causing Dean to sigh in relief. Then it's all gone.

Dean blinks and looks around inquiringly. Cas is still frowning over his exposed stomach.

"Cas?"

"How long have you been in pain?"

"Uh... Huh?"

"Your liver was failing, Dean. How could I let this happen? It's my fault. " Cas weakly says, slumping his ass down the floor while Dean scrambles to a sitting position with quick hand clutching the sleeves of Cas'trench coat. Afraid Cas would go away.

"Hey, hey... What did you just say? I got liver...?"

"Failure." Cas whispers, head bowed down.

"Okay." Dean frowns. Is that why he's been feeling weird lately? "Uh... So how's that your fault?"

"Because I'd been ignoring you for the past days..." Cas groans, slamming his palms on his eyes, "If I hadn't neglected you, this wouldn't have happened."

Dean surveys the angel for a moment, then he chuckles. It did not pain him anymore. Castiel glares up though, "You think this is funny?"

" I think you're over accepting responsibilities. Cas, how could my liver or balls' failure be your fault? This is my body, my responsibility."

"You're my responsibility." Cas replies flatly, "You're mine."

And that's when Dean sees how Cas sees him.

His.

"Come here, bed." Dean says, patting the otherside of the bed. Like magic, Castiel snaps his fingers and he stands up only in his boxers. Dean smiles as Cas tackles him on the bed, making Dean his little spoon.

"My body's failure is never on you, Cas." Dean explains quietly, "I'm human."

"With a boyfriend angel. That should make a difference." Cas isn't appeased. His grumpiness makes Dean chuckle.

"Are you going to heal me forever? You know... Like stop my skin from getting wrinkles and make me stay like some ken-doll forever?"

"If you permit forever."

"Yeah, but you're gonna date an old guy soo, Cas..."

"I think there's beauty in age." Cas murmurs on Dean's nape, nipping on the skin and sighing. "I think you'd look more beautiful with age, Dean."

"Like Tom Cruise?" Dean chuckles, squiggling away from the position so he can turn around the bed to face his angel.

"You're more, always will be. He doesn't even begin to compare. . " Cas says, pulling Dean closer and inhaling his scent. "Your soul will always be the same to me, Dean. No matter how your vessel looks like."

"You say that now. Wait till my hair is all white and my skin's all wrinkly-"

"So be it. I think you'll still look hot."

"Doesn't sound sexy at all." Dean pouts. "I mean, you're not the guy who has to walk around with a hot boyfriend on his arm like some pimp."

Cas suddenly props himself on one elbow, staring at his boyfriend with unequal intent, "Do you mean that?"

"Uhh... ?" The twinkle on Cas'eyes made the hunter go back to what he said just now. "What? The part of you being my pimp?"

"You and me staying together." Cas says breathlessly. Even Dean has to pause to take in the angel's too happy face. "You said..."

Dean frowns like this never occured to Cas? Then he remembered.. He never asked nor prepared to pop up the question. He did

"Of course, Cas. I mean, you're the one who can ditch me when you get tired of fixing my failing liver or failing kidney or failing personality. You're my it, Cas. Nothing to change that now."

"I'll never tire of you, Dean. We will grow old together if you want and then share your heaven some day."

"Second heaven, you mean. This is the first." Dean snuggles closer to Cas, basking himself in the angel's warmth.

"First it is."

"Of the many?" Dean asks.

"Of the many." Cas promises.

"Marry me." Dean looks Cas in the eyes, ring won't do because at that moment he knows he can promise Cas the moon.

Castiel gives him sunshine.

"Oh, Dean. Yes. "

#still dont know how to cut this 🔪

#destiel ficlet #anon asks #why ficlet tho #i dont know how else #castiel and dean are so real #castiel and dean #supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #destiel

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Our Little Game - George Weasley x Reader

A/N: Hi loves! I’m back! I’ve had soo much school work, but I had fun writing this one for you guys! Some qs: Are you tired of these types of fics? Do you want some already dating fluff? Enemies to lovers? Let me know what kind of fic you want in the request! I love you guys and always leave feedback if you want!!

Request: @rubinstein1798: 16 and 17 from fluffy prompt list with George?

Prompt: “I dare you” (#16), Is that a challenge? (#17)

Triggers: Cursing, Drinking

Word Count: 1,534———————————————————————————————————

I was having a great time. It wasn't like I didn't party often, or that this party was particularly amazing, but O.W.L.s were over, I was stress-free, and I was having a great time.

And honestly, the party was pretty great. There was a huge, blazing bonfire on the sand a few feet away from me, charmed to burn different colors. Students from all houses danced around it, feeling spectacularly light with the stress of final exams lifted. Music played from seemingly everywhere, likely the work of Lee Jordan's superior charms skills. Even better, bewitched shots of Firewhiskey floated through the air around the party. Grinning, I snatched one out of the air and downed it in one motion.

“Feeling thirsty are we?” I heard someone ask me. Attempting to wipe the smile off my face, I turned around to face George Weasley. George and I had a - well - complicated relationship. To say the least. We flirted, we fought, then we went back to being friends - and pretty close friends at that. We were at the friends stage.

“You know, I think I am,” I said, smirking. I jumped in the air and grabbed another floating shot. George snorted as he watched me. “What? I asked, turning to the red-head. “Got something to say?”

“No, not a word,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “Just that you might want to pace yourself if you're gonna make it through tonight.” I rolled my eyes and huffed, stalking off in the direction of the Black Lake. He ran after me, walking by my side after catching up. “Where are you going?” he said, laughing.

“Right here,” I said, plopping down in front of the water and laying on my back.

“Come on back,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling.

“Nope,” I said, fighting as he tried to pull me up. He gripped my hand strongly and pulled again.

"Please?" he said, flashing me puppy-dog eyes.

"Fine," I said, rolling my eyes as his face brightened. “On one condition,” I added, smirking.

“And what might that be?” he asked, confused. I laughed and pulled him back to the bonfire, weaving through other students. When we reached the center, I plucked two glasses of Firewhiskey out of the air, handing one to George.

“We are going shot for shot,” I announced.

“Are you sure that's such a good idea?” he said, laughing at my already tipsy state.

“What are you, scared? I fired back, quirking an eyebrow. I watched as his competitive side came out.

“Is that a challenge? he said.

“Well yeah,” I said shrugging my shoulders. “I thought that was obvious.” George rolled his eyes as I watched him give in.

“Alright fine. But then you have to jump in the Black Lake,” he said. His eyes glinted mischievously.

“Hell no,” I said. “I don't care if it’s Spring. That lake is still fucking freezing. Besides, this was my condition.”

“Oh come on. I dare you,” he said, smirking, knowing I could never resist them temptation of a dare. “Well then it looks like I've won this game rather quickly,” George said, shrugging his shoulders. I flashed him a look of pure hatred, before turning away without a word. I walked through the crowd without looking back. I stopped at the bank of the lake, peeling of my tight shirt and leaving myself in my bra and muggle jeans. I dove into the lake without hesitation. Fuck that was cold. I came up sputtering and quickly bounded out of the lake and back to the middle of the bonfire, where it was warm. A large number of people clapped and whistled, excited at the first event of the night. I shot George a smug look.

“You really thought it would be that easy? I asked, giving him a challenging look. I locked eyes with him as I downed another shot. I gestured to him and George shook his head as he took his shot. “I dare you to take off your underwear and charm it to float over the bonfire.”

“Are you fucking kidding me Y/N?” he said, looking at me in disbelief.

“Oh, come on,” I said. “After what you had me do, I'm letting you off easy.” He rolled his eyes. “I dare you,” I taunted. He sighed and got up to go take off his boxers.

A few minutes later, I started to giggle uncontrollably as I watched a pair of niffler-covered boxers rise above the bonfire. Others noticed too, and soon the party had stopped so people could laugh and speculate as to who's boxers were floating in the air. George grumpily returned to our spot. I laughed at his expression. “Nifflers George, really?” I started laughing again.

“They're my favorite magical creature!” he said defensively as he took his shot. I took mine right as he said, “I dare you to jinx the last person you kissed.” I nearly spit out the Firewhiskey. I laughed.

“So this is how it's gonna be tonight?” I strode over to Seamus and slyly cast a Jelly-Legs Jinx. It was harmless, really. Honestly, it just gave one the impression that Seamus was a very bad dancer. I made my way back to George, who seemed annoyed.

“Really Y/N? Finnegan?

“Yup,” I said, popping the ‘p.’ He rolled his eyes and drank his shot. I was well past tipsy now, but I was never one to back down from a challenge. I drank my shot and prepared my dare. “Weasley, I dare you…”

And that was how our little game continued for a long time. George would dare me, and we would both take a shot; then, I would dare him and we would both take a shot, and so on. After about an hour of this, I had taken a shot in my animagus form (a hummingbird), let Dean Thomas pierce my ear, been jinxed to have a purple tongue, sat on Lee Jordan's lap, drank a bottle of Skele-Gro, and kissed Zachary Smith. George, on the other hand, had gotten his legs shaved, publicly (and loudly) declared his love for Lavender Brown, dyed a strand of his hair bright blue, apparated to the middle of the Black Lake, made out with a piece of driftwood, and kissed Pavarti Patail. We were pretty much the main source of entertainment, since most of the party-goers had come to watch our little game over the course of the hour. They shouted out suggestions as I contemplated George’s next dare.

"Make him jump over the fire!"

"Have him tell us who he likes!"

"Jinx him!"

“Alright Georgie,” I started. “I dare you to go...and to do - well," I stopped, struggling to get out a coherent sentence. After all, we'd been playing shot-for-shot for more than an hour. We were both well past extremely drunk.

"Aaand that's the end of this game ladies and gents,” Fred shouted, swooping in front of George and I. He shooed the party-goes away, watching them scatter back around the beach, looking for another form of entertainment.

“Booooo!” George and I chorused. We fell over giggling at Fred’s stern face, rolling around on the sand.

“The game is not over Fred!” I exclaimed.

“Come on Freddie there's no winner yet,” said George, pouting.

“You guys can't even get a sentence out to give each other a dare,” he said, his strict facade crumbling as he laughed down at the two of us in our drunken state. We had fallen to the ground again after picking ourselves back up, and were slumped over each other on the sand.

"Fine" I huffed. "But you need to pick a winner."

"And it will be me,” George said. "There no way i'm losing to this," he said, tapping my head, which rested on his shoulder. Fred rolled his eyes down at us.

"Fine," he said. “George, I dare you to say who you think is the prettiest girl at this party.” George rolled his eyes at his twin.

“No can do Gred because she's sitting right next to me.” I felt my heart deflate a little bit. Who was sitting right next to him? Fred rolled his eyes.

“Y/N, I dare you say the name of the boy you’ve fancied for a year.” I rolled my eyes to hide my panic.

“Shhh Fred he's right here!” I whisper-shouted, gesturing towards George, whose shoulder I still rested my head on. Fred groaned.

“You two are hopeless. Alright, let me make this even easier for you guys. I dare both of you to kiss your crush. Who ever does that first wins. Got it?” He rolled his eyes one more time, and walked away. George looked at me gleefully. I'm gonna win he said, before smashing his lips onto mine. I pulled away triumphantly, only to inform him that I had just won our little game. “No, I just won,” said George, shaking his head fervently. For the rest of the night, we alternated between making out and arguing about who had won our little game. We didn’t realize until the next morning (when we woke up in his dorm together) that technically, we both won.

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