Opening Up - Kim Yugyeom And Park Jinyoung

chad meeks martin x reader

prompt: reader lives with sam and tara in new york. she’s been in the friend group for years and is very close with chad, who is extremely protective of her. he’s always had a thing for her but never brought it up due to the fear he would ruin the friendship, until one night..an innocent game of truth or dare changes things

warnings: SMUT, p in v, making out, praise kink, riding, no condom, dirty talk, kinda slowburn but not rlly?

side note: I haven’t written smut in a while so sorry if this sucks! also I did not proofread so sorry for mistakes.

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It was a cold October night in New York. Your friends, Tara, Sam, Mindy, Annika, Ethan and Chad were all sat around the coffee table that was covered in the condensation from each one of your drinks. The sound of the TV was playing softly in the background as you all laughed, playing a game of truth or dare.

You had successfully made it through three rounds of the game without having to do something embarrassing. Granted, you chose truth everytime, which Mindy was not pleased with.

“Come on, you HAVE to choose dare this time.” Annika and the others agreed with her. “Says who?” you asked. “It’s the rules of the game.”

“Since when?” you laughed. “Since right now, i’m making it a new rule.”

“I don’t remember taking a vote on making you game maker.” you bantered.

“Everyone in favor of making me game maker take a sip of your drink.” Mindy said, watching with anticipation as everyone took sips of their drink. “Even you, Chad? I thought you had my back,” you whined at him. He smiled.

“Normally I would be against whatever my sister says buuut, you are the only one here who hasn’t done a dare yet,” he said. “Fine, I choose dare,” you gave in despite all efforts.

You knew by the look on her face that Mindy had something up her sleeve. “I dare you…” she started, giving it thought before looking between me and Chad. “I dare you and Chad to go into the bedroom and make out.”

Chad chimed in before you could, “Mindy that is so inappropriate.” You agreed. “Give me something else.”

“Nope..sorry those are the rules and since you all voted me game maker…what I say goes.” Mindy said, visibly pleased with her dare. “Hurry along now…i’m getting impatient.” She finished. The others piped in, pushing you to do it as if there wasn’t enough pressure already.

You sighed, looking at Chad with pleading eyes, hoping for him to step in and save you. Instead, he did the opposite. “Let’s go,” he said, standing up and holding out his hand. You hesitated but ultimately grabbed his hand as he helped you stand up.

Your hands stayed connected as he led you back to your bedroom. He allowed you to go in first, shutting the door behind him once he entered and leaned against it. His tall stature was almost the same height as the door frame. You sat on the edge of the bed, heart beating a mile a minute.

This was probably the first time in all the years you’ve been friends, that you and Chad had been alone in a room before. To say there were some unsaid feelings between you to would be an understatement. You’ve always had a thing for him, you loved the way he was so caring and protective over you. He treated you like a little sister, which was another reason you felt like he would never see you in a romantic way. Strictly platonic.

But the energy in your bedroom tonight was different than anything you experienced before. There was a sexual heaviness in the air and you couldn’t explain why. Chad didn’t take his eyes off you, he could tell you were deep in thought.

“Hey…you know we don’t have to do anything, right? I just brought you in here so Mindy would shut up,” he said, walking over from the door to sit beside you on the bed.

This brought some relief— but at the same time, it made your heart sink. There was a small part of you that wanted to kiss Chad, to feel his lips move against yours, to feel his hands linger on your body, to pull you on his lap while he explored your mouth, and eventually fuck you until you were cumming on his cock.

But that was a fantasy and you knew it. A fantasy that only occurred in your dreams and would most likely never become a reality. “Well, thank you for saving me.” you smiled, turning to make eye contact with him. “Anytime,” he smiled back. Fuck, you loved that stupid smile.

“I think ‘game maker Mindy’ is going to be pissed when she finds out we didn’t do anything,” you joked. “We’ll just have to convince her that we did.”

You gave him a questionable look. “For starters..we need to mess up your hair,” he said before taking his hands and roughing up your hair. You laughed in the process.

“Perfect, now you need a hickey or something.” You questioned him again. “If you think i’m burning myself with a curling iron..think again.”

“I can just give you one,” he chuckled. Your lower stomach fluttered. “I’m pretty sure that’s more intimate that actually making out,” you told him. “No, let me show you,” he said bluntly. You said nothing, but the look in your eyes was saying something totally different and Chad noticed.

He slowly took your hair and moved it behind your ear, exposing the soft skin of your neck. He leaned over slowly. Despite both of you sitting down, the height difference was still there. You let out barely audible sigh when he lips connected with your neck.

He left soft kisses over the skin, kissing up to your ear and back down to your collarbone. You involuntarily grabbed his arm and squeezed it, before he stopped at the most visible spot on your neck and began sucking.

Somewhere along the way, his hand had rested on your mid-thigh, rubbing and squeezing here and there. He didn’t do it for long before pulling away. He admired the reddish, purple mark he left, a smirk falling upon his lips. “Now, they will believe it.”

You were speechless. How could such a little act of affection, have you so fucking feral? You’re not exactly sure what came over you in that moment. “I like when you touch me,” you said innocently, looking down at his lips. “Yeah?” his smirk grew even bigger. “I like touching you.”

You both remained silent for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what the both of you just admitted. “Do you want me to touch you again?” he asked. You nodded. “Need to hear you say it baby.” It rolled off his tongue in the most sensual way. ‘Baby.’ replayed in your head over and over.

“Please…I want you to touch me,” you didn’t care how desperate you sounded and Chad was reeling over the use of ‘Please.’ Dirty thoughts flooding his mind.

He wasted no time leaning in to actually kiss you this time. It started out slow, because he wanted to give you time to back out if you needed. But you had no plans of doing so. It wasn’t until you let out a soft moan against his lips that he deepened the kiss.

His tongue slid in your mouth, fighting for dominance and easily winning. He couldn’t get enough of you. He pulled you onto his lap, hands resting on your sides as you made out for several minutes. A pool of wetness gathered in your panties, and you grinned yourself against him for some sort of friction.

“Chad..” you whined, desperately wanted more. “Can I take these off?” he referred to your pants. You nodded before he unbuckled your pants, lifting you up slightly so he could remove them. You also removed your shirt in the process.

It was embarrassing how soaked you were. He noticed the damp part of your pink panties. He smirked. “Stop smirking.”

“I just love how wet you are for me baby,” he said, fingers trailing down your stomach before reaching the top part of your panties. He looked at you for permission and you gave him a reassuring nod. He slipped his fingers below the fabric, finding your clit with ease and rubbing slow circles on it.

You moaned, feeling some release in your core from his touch. “Please don’t stop,” you whined.

“Mm, such a good girl..always using her manners,” he praised in your ear. He continued to rub you, adding a little more pressure. “I bet I could make you cum just doing this,” Chad said. “I know you’ve always had a little crush on me..I see the way you tense up when i’m near you, how you bite your lip while you look at my muscles, how red in the face you get when you see me talking to other girls.”

You couldn’t do anything but moan in response. You were seeing stars as he picked up the pace of his fingers, rubbing your clit faster and more aggressively. “Admit it to me y/n. Tell me how you feel about me.”

“I-I’ve wanted you for s-so long,” you sigh pleasurably. “Yeah? Tell me more.” God he was being so hot.

“Sometimes I touch myself at night to the thought of you.” You knew that would boost his ego like hell, but you didn’t care at this point. “Mm, I see. You’ve thought about cumming on my cock? Screaming my name while I fuck you numb?”

“Yes..n-need more Chad,” you moaned. He removed his hand, before reaching down to remove his own pants. His cock was painfully hard at hearing your confessions. He was honestly dumbfounded by the fact that this was happening. Though he would never admit, there was not a day that went by where he didn’t think about fucking you.

You removed your panties, Chad’s eyes immediately glued to your pussy. “Fuck” he breathed out. You helped him remove his boxers, both of you now completely naked. You crashed your lips on his again, making out as you reached down to stroke his cock in your small hand, which barely wrapped around the width. The movements earning a deep groan from his lips.

“You’re so big,” you moaned into his mouth, hand moving up and down his cock faster. “Wanna feel it inside you?” he asked in between kisses. You nodded, he gave you a look of disapproval. “I wanna feel you inside me,” you told him, he was much more satisfied with that answer.

He pulled you back onto his lap, hand gripping your waist as you hovered over his cock. Chad positioned himself at your entrance and looked up at you for one last reassurance, just in case you wanted to stop.

You answered his question as you slowly slid down on his cock, just enough for the tip to go in. You could tell he was trying to keep composure. So were you.

He held your hips, guiding you down farther as you both moaned in sync at the feeling. “Oh..f-fuck,” you whine. “You’re so fucking tight baby,” he groaned. He was big, way bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with. The pain mixed with pleasure made you feel like you were going to explode.

Once every inch of him was inside you, he began moving you back and forth on his cock. Profanities spilled from both of your mouth, absolutely drunk with pleasure. You rested your hands on his shoulders for support as you rode him. “Look at me when you ride me,” he demanded.

You moaned, meeting his eyes, sending you closer to the edge. “You’re doing so good baby, taking me so good..” he moaned, throwing his head back. You both continued like this for several minutes, before he took your arms and held them behind your back, leaning back and beginning to pound into you relentlessly.

“Fuck…fuck..fuck…don’t stop…please don’t stop,” you moaned louder as he thrusted like there was no tomorrow. “You’re making me feel so good y/n,” he said, “Fuck, I could do this all fucking night…make you stay on my cock forever.” His dirty words only pushed you closer and closer. He thrusted harder even though you weren’t sure how it was possible.

You core ached with the need for release. You could feel him deep in your stomach, every thrust deeper bringing you to the brink of collapse. “C-chad…g-gonna cum..”

“Me too baby, me too..” he assured you. Letting go of your arms, he reached between your bodies and began rubbing your clit. The overstimulation too much for you to handle. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock..” he said, rubbing your clit faster and fucking you harder as you came undone.

“Mm that’s right..Good girl…cum for me baby…fuck I love the way you’re squeezing me..” he talked you through the orgasm before reaching his own..

He wanted to pull out but there was a part of him, the sick, selfish and dirty part of him, that wanted to cum inside your pussy.

You knew he was on the edge, you could feel the way his cock throbbed inside you. He let out small whimpers as he felt the pleasure overtake him. Without giving it much thought, you said “Want you to cum inside me.”

He didn’t try to ask if you were sure, with the fear that you would take back what you said. Instead, his warm cum spilled inside you, coating every inch of your walls while moaning your name.

He thrusted a few more times before coming to a stop, but he didn’t pull out. You collapsed in his arms, listening to the faint sound of his rapid heartbeat that got slower as you both came down from the high.

“I can’t believe you just let me do that,” he laughs. “Honestly, me either..but it felt right,” you admit. He pulled out of you, “Spread your legs.” he told you as he sat up. You didn’t question it, you just did what he said. He watched as the white cum slowly dripped out of your hole. “Looking at my cum drip out your little pussy…yeah it was definitely the right decision.”

You blushed with embarrassment. “I never knew you were so naughty,” you laughed. “Baby, this isn’t even close to how naughty I can be,” he said with all seriousness.

A few minutes passed and you both got dressed, Chad helped you get cleaned up before leaving the room. To be honest, you had completely forgot the others still existed. Chad wrapped his arm around you as you walked back to your friends.

“Match-maker Mindy has done it again!” Mindy said, proud of herself, knowing she orchestrated this whole thing. “But I absolutely NEVER want to hear the foul and absolutely disgusting things I just heard in that bedroom.”

“Well thanks to you…you get to hear it every single night,” Chad said before both of you joined back at the coffee table for another round of truth or dare.

AU: CHAD IS DEF THE TYPE TO TALK U THROUGH IT AND I STAND BY THAT

Raw Desire

Synopsis: Something is wrong with him. Something none of the Avengers, including Thor, understand. When Loki turns into his Jötun form unwillingly and begins to act in a very primal and aggressive way, their solution for the problem is to lock him up in a cell below the compound until it’s all over. It’s a disease, perhaps, one which only Frost Giants can develop. Only Loki is not sick. Loki is in heat–and his Jötun body will not rest until his most carnal desires have been satisfied…

Words: 9176 Warnings: Jötun!Loki, smut, fluff, symptoms of addiction

A/N: You wanted some Jötun!Loki, I wanted some Jötun!Loki… so here we go. Enjoy, everyone! 😏

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Study Buddy- Billy Hargrove X Reader

Summary: After being paired up with Billy Hargrove on a project for school, all you want to do is get a good grade and get it over with. Knowing full well his reputation, you do your best to focus on the project when he comes over after school to help. But it’s rather hard when he won’t do any work and won’t stop looking at you like that. 

*Warnings: Smut 18+, Unprotected Sex (please use protection. this is fiction.), a lil dry humping, mention of oral sex (m receiving), Billy being a flirty fuck, Billy being obsessed with you, he has a staring problem, cursing, hickeys, mention of divorce, fluffy ending *

It had been a regular day of school when Billy Hargrove first arrived. You had went to your first period as usual. Hearing excited whispers from various classmates. 

You had furrowed your brows and asked Nancy what was going on. She told you simply that ‘Apparently a new guy moved to Hawkins. He is supposed to be really hot. His name is Billy Hargrove.’

You had rolled your eyes and went back to your work. You felt as if you left your interest in boys back in Sophomore year when this boy named Alex broke your heart. Now, it was all books and movies. No extra drama. No boyfriends, no flings, nothing.

You were still a teenager. You went to parties and had fun. You just had to roll your eyes every time a stinky, acne faced boy would attempt to get with you. As if.

You had gone onto your second period without giving the rumors another thought. You sat in your normal seat and got out your binder. 

The bell rung and your teacher started babbling on about the test tomorrow. Nancy tapped your shoulder from the seat behind you and asked silently if you would help her study. You agreed. Like she even had to ask anymore. 

The classroom door opened, signaling the arrival of a late student. 

You had to do a double take.

You could tell by the cocky way he walked in and smirked at the teacher that he was the new kid everyone was talking about. But he didn’t look like a kid. No… he looked like a man. A model. Something you only saw on the covers of magazines and in TV shows. 

Let’s just say he stood out among the other boys at your school.

They weren’t wrong about his looks. He was incredibly attractive. Curly, dirty blonde hair that framed his face well. You had never liked the idea of a mullet but damn, he made it look good. 

He had the most beautiful eyes, blue like the sea. Eyelashes that any girl would be jealous of. Eyes that darted around the classroom in search of an empty seat. 

Of course, he’d spot the one next to you. 

His gaze met yours and you quickly averted your gaze back to the teacher who went back to lecturing.

 He sat down and you could hear the whispers coming from the back of the class.

It annoyed you that everyone seemed so obsessed with him all of the sudden. He was the talk of the school. You could tell why. But just because he was attractive didn’t mean you had to like him.

You tried your best to keep your eyes forward. And you succeeded. 

Until you felt a tap on your shoulder, “Hey, could I borrow a pencil?”

You got out an extra pencil and handed it to him, trying to ignore the low timber of his voice. 

You felt your confidence shrink as his eyes raked over you, taking the pencil from between your fingers. 

He smirked, “Thanks, doll.”

You went back to your notes, ignoring the nickname, all too aware that his stare lingered. You could see him staring from your peripheral. 

You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from making some smart ass comment to him about it.

You could make out the pearly whites of his teeth. Smiling like he knew his mere existence was bothering you.

You swear he didn’t even write anything down with the pencil he borrowed from you. 

You felt Nancy tap on your shoulder and pass you a note when the teacher’s back was turned.

You unfolded the ripped piece of paper and froze at its contents, ‘He’s totally checking you out.’

You sighed and chewed on the inside of your cheek while scribbling out your response, ‘Good for him.’

‘You’re crazy! The hot new guy is totally staring and you won’t even give him a second glance!’

You rolled your eyes, of course she would encourage this. 

‘I’ve given him plenty of glances. And I’ve seen enough to know that a dude that hot can only bring trouble.’

You heard her chuckle under her breath. 

You spared a glance to your right, only to be met by his sapphire eyes again. 

He had the nerve to wink at you.

This time, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

-

You were grateful when the bell rang. You swiftly gathered your things. 

Nancy was quick to catch your eye. Ready to talk about him.

She motioned towards Billy and you scoffed in response. You were not going to talk to him any more than you had to. 

You quickly linked arms with her and ushered her out the door. As soon as you reached the hall, there was a tap on your shoulder. 

You gave Nancy a look, knowing full well who it was. She smiled at you and bid you goodbye, leaving you to deal with him.

You turned and raised your brows expectantly, “Can I help you?”

Billy chuckled and held up your pencil, “Thought you might want this back.”

You eyed the pencil warily, “You keep it. You’ll probably need it.”

Who didn’t bring a pencil on their first day of school?

He grinned, “You’re probably right. Thank you… by the way.” he squinted, “I don’t think I caught your name…?”

“You’re welcome. And it’s Y/n.” you wanted to cut this short.

“So… Y/n, I’m obviously new here and I was wondering if maybe… you’d wanna show me around sometime?”

You wanted to laugh. Of course he was asking you out. “I don’t think so. It was nice meeting you though.”

You turned on your heel, heading to your locker. Nancy would have a hissy fit when she found out you turned him down. She was always on you about getting back out there. About wanting you to find someone so you could go on a double date with her and Jonathon. 

But you didn’t care. Billy could, and probably would, find someone else to show him around. 

-

You had gone through the rest of that day, only to find that Billy was not only in your last class, but to find that he was sitting next to you yet again. You swore the universe had it out for you or something. 

You had made it a point to ignore him for the whole period. 

But again, the cosmos had it out for you. The teacher announced a project in his nasally voice. 

You rolled your eyes as he stated he would be picking partners for the class.

You clenched your jaw in anger when he read out your name.

Great. Your least favorite teacher happened to pair you up with your least favorite person in the room.

You couldn’t believe this shit. You wanted to protest. To ask for a different partner. Anyone else. But you knew that this teacher already gave you a hard time so it would’ve been for nothing anyways. 

You sighed and finally acknowledged Billy’s presence, “Looks like I’m stuck with you.”

He chuckled, “It must be fate.” He smiled charmingly at you. 

“Something…” you muttered under your breath. 

You would think he would be deterred after an obvious turn down. Guess not. He seemed elated to be working with you.

He managed to stay silent for a few minutes and let you re-explain the project to him since he wasn’t paying attention when the teacher did the first time. 

You had a feeling you were going to be doing this one by yourself. And that was fine by you. You preferred it that way. “If you want me to do it and then just put your name on it, I can.”

He raised his brows at your offer, “Now, why would I make you do all the work?”

“Trust me, it’ll be easier that way.” you didn’t mean it to come out so rude, “I mean… you just got here and I know more about this anyways… and-”

He laughed, “I know what you mean, dollface.”

You pursed your lips at the nickname. 

He just licked his lips, amused at your reaction. 

“I’ll help. I insist.” his eyes sparkled with mischief. 

You knew this wasn’t going to be an in-class assignment so that would mean you two would have to meet up outside of school. Just your luck. 

“Fine. Are you free right after school?” you hesitantly asked.

The corners of his mouth quirked up a little, “I have to take my step sister home first but after, yeah.”

Stepsister? You definitely wouldn’t have pegged him for the older brother type.

You ripped off a piece of paper from your notebook and wrote your phone number and address on it. You hesitantly handed it to him, “Okay, here’s my number and address. Just come over when you’re done.”

The grin he gave you told you that he thought he just scored.

“Now don’t think you can just call or show up whenever you want.” you warned, knowing where his mind was going.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” he folded the scrap of paper and tucked it away in his jacket pocket, smiling like the cat who got the canary.

You had a feeling this was a bad idea.

-

As soon as you got home, you were antsy. Looking around the house, cleaning up a bit. Not because you cared what Billy thought. At least, that’s what you told yourself. 

You halfway wished your mother would come home. But she wouldn’t be much protection anyways.

Your single mom was always working and when she wasn’t the two of you were hanging out. She was more of a friend than a mother. Worse than Nancy at pressuring you into going on dates. Encouraging you to live your teenage years to the fullest. To love any chance you got. 

You could tell she wished she’d done the same.

She wouldn’t be home until later that night. 

Leaving you all alone in a house where you would be spending the next few hours with a boy you just met, who was clearly into you as more than just a friend or classmate.

You sighed and sat on the couch, waiting for the moment when he would arrive.

-

Your heart almost leapt out of your chest when the doorbell sounded. 

You opened the door to see him standing on your doorstep, hands in his pockets, car parked out front. 

The sunlight illuminated him. Bounced of his golden hair and made the curls shine. Brought out the tanned hue of his skin and emphasized how tall he was compared to you.

You gave him a friendly smile, which he returned. 

“Come on in…” you invited, making way for him to enter.

You watched as he looked around your house. “Nice place.”

“Thanks.” You shut the door and kept your eyes trained on him as he observed the place. 

“Looking for something?” you asked quietly

He turned and tilted his head, “Your parents? Siblings? Pets?”

“Oh, uh… it’s just my Mom and I. She won’t be home till later…”

You were nervous as you saw his eyes light up, “Good to know.”

“Right… well my room is upstairs so…” you led him up to your room.

You cursed as you realized your record player was still playing AC/DC from when you were cleaning your room earlier, “Shit, sorry.” You went to turn it off. 

“Leave it.” Billy looked impressed, “Didn’t think you’d be a Rock N’ Roll kinda girl.”

You turned the volume down a little and got out your supplies for the project, “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me. One of them being that I actually do my schoolwork. Now… I could use your help with this.”

He took a seat next to you on your bed, looking at the rough sketch you drew before he got there, “How can I be of service?”

“I need your input on the layout. Where do you think this should go? I was thinking up here…”

When he didn’t respond you turned your head to look at him, only to find him inches away from your face, staring at your lips.

“Billy.” You glared at him.

He blinked a few times, “Sorry, what did you say?”

You repeated yourself. He gave a noncommittal answer.

You sighed and decided you were gonna have to take the reins on this project anyways. 

You avoided asking him any questions. Every time you did, he wouldn’t be paying attention.

Always staring at you in a trance.

You huffed as he, yet again, was not helping. “Are you actually gonna help me or are you just gonna keep spacing out the whole time?”

He looked back and forth between your eyes and your lips. “I’ll pay attention if you do something for me.”

“And what is that?” you asked sarcastically. 

“Kiss me.” he said it as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

Your heart skipped a beat, “Excuse me?”

“Kiss me.” he prompted.

Your heart fluttered again like a thousand butterflies in your rib cage. He couldn’t be serious. 

You knew he was though.

You shook your head, laughing, “Forget it, Hargrove.”

“Come on… what’s the harm?” 

You swallowed and kept your eyes on the project. The harm is that you knew if you kissed him, it wouldn’t be a one time thing. You didn’t want to get involved. He would just end up breaking your heart in the end.

You just kept shaking your head, determined to do this project all by yourself if you had to. 

He turned your face toward his, making you look at him.

You were scared. Scared of how handsome he was. Especially up close. 

You were scared of how good he smelled and how dark his eyes were when they looked at you.

You were terrified at how quickly he seduced you. 

You were inches away from those perfectly shaped lips that were literally calling your name.

“Y/n…” he purred, “I know you want to.” he teased.

“And how do you know that?” You practically whispered.

He smirked, “Because you want to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss you. I see the way you look at me… and we both know I have a staring problem. There’s a good reason for that. You’re… distracting…”

Did he just call you distracting?

You sighed and looked down, no longer having the willpower to deny it. You couldn’t deny that you were attracted to him.

He had a certain pull. Something you couldn’t explain. A sexual heat that radiated off of him. There was a thousand times more chemistry between the two of you than there ever was with your ex.

And it was obvious he was attracted to you too.

It was impossible not to feel it.

He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. You met his gaze again.

He was so close. Leaning in, a final whisper on those full lips, “Please…”

How could you deny him? Deny yourself? What’s one kiss?

You turned to him and closed your eyes, sucking in a sharp breath through your nose when your lips finally met his.

Your heart was hammering against your chest. A jolt of hot white lightning struck your heart and traveled all the way down to your core. 

Your lips molded against his perfectly. 

His hand came up to cup your face as he deepened the kiss. Leaning closer, he captured your lips again and again. 

He ran his tongue over your bottom lip and nipped at it.

You let his tongue tangle with yours. Both of you moaning into the kiss.

It was hot. Both of you eager to taste one another.

You pulled back to breathe, but it was hard. You could feel your heart beat in your ears, your lips tingled.

He stayed close, breathing the same air as you and gazed deep in your eyes. You felt… connected.

You had never felt anything so intense. No one had ever kissed you like that. You trembled as he leaned in again. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as his plump lips moved in sync with yours. 

Your hand came up on its own and tangled in his hair. His curls were soft as you pulled him closer to you. Letting your tongue circle his in a dance the two of you seemed to already know.

The taste of him was enough to make you moan into his mouth. He echoed you in response and shoved your project off the bed and onto the floor in an effort to get closer to you. 

You broke the kiss, gasping at his actions, “Billy!”

He chuckled, “Screw the project. The only thing I want to do right now is you.”

You rolled your eyes yet smiled at his antics. You knew this would happen. Oh well. Kissing Billy was so much better than schoolwork.

He positioned himself in between your legs and attached his mouth to yours once more. He seemingly couldn’t get enough of you. The feeling was mutual.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. You could feel his bulge pressing up against you through his jeans. 

His hips were pressed flush up against yours as you made out. Your core clenched at the thought of making him hard. At the thought of what was in those pants. 

You wanted it. You wanted him. Fuck it.

Your hands went to unbutton his shirt, lips still busy. Once you successfully got it unbuttoned, he took it off and threw it elsewhere. The tank top underneath soon following it. 

You didn’t mean to stare but fuck. He was a specimen. He was ripped. Arms that bulged, big and strong. Smooth, tan skin. Buff chest leading down, down, down. You let your eyes rake over him, landing on that little trail of hair that lead into his pants.

You would’ve squeezed your thighs had he not been between them. You licked your lips, wanting to kiss every inch of him. 

Wetness flooded at the sight of him as he leaned back over you, smirking, “See something you like, babydoll?”

You bit your lip and nodded. He ground his hips into yours, going to your neck to leave little kisses down the length of it. You happily titled your head to the side to let him. 

You couldn’t help but buck your hips into his when he bit down, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin. Tongue soothing the sting.

He hummed against you and ground his hips in circles, sucking hickeys all over your neck and collarbone. Marking you as his.

He pulled back when your shirt stopped his path. 

You sat up and gladly threw it on top of the long forgotten project. 

His lips immediately fastened themselves to the newly exposed skin. Eager to leave marks everywhere he could. You reached back and unclasped your bra, throwing it with your shirt. 

His eyes widened an inch and he took a deep breath. He groaned at the sight of your bare breasts. Stunned. “Jesus, Y/n. You’re gorgeous.” 

You giggled, “See something you like?” You repeated his words from earlier.

He answered you with a growl and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and circling it with his tongue. His hands groped your boobs as he littered them with hickeys.

You let out a breathy moan. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy giving them attention. Your nipples were so sensitive and his erection was moving so deliciously over your clothed core as he humped into you. You could probably cum just like this. 

But you wanted him inside you. Wanted to feel him in every way possible. Wanted to feel good for once. Allow yourself to give into your desires.

You brought his lips back up to yours and went to unbutton your pants. 

His kisses became greedier as if he knew what was to come. 

He unbuttoned his own pants and quickly discarded them as you did too. 

Billy bit his lip and admired you, a hand coming down to cup his bulge. 

You felt wetness pool in your panties at the sight of him touching himself. 

You hooked your fingers in his underwear and pulled him closer to you. Kissing him, you ran your hand over his hard on. His hips bucked into your hand, he groaned as you grabbed him through the thin fabric.

You slowly pulled them down, longing to see underneath. As soon as his length sprang from its confines, your mouth watered. He was perfect. In every way. 

Long and thick, everything your ex was not. Your mouth hung open as you stared hungrily at his member. 

It twitched under your gaze and you glanced back up to see Billy smirking lightly at you. His own eyes staring hungrily back at you. 

You licked your lips, wanting him in your mouth. You wanted to taste him. You wanted to make him feel good. You wanted to lick every inch of him.

He chuckled breathlessly. As if he could read your mind, he spoke in a low voice, “I know that look, doll. And fuck, do I want you to. But I also know that I won’t last if you wrap those perfect lips around me.”

You smirked and took him into your hand, stroking him up and down, “Maybe next time, then.”

You winked at him as his eyes went hooded. “Next time?”

You chuckled and kissed him, all tongues and teeth.

You shimmied your panties down your legs and spread them wide for him.

He looked down and let out a moan when he saw you bare and dripping for him.

His fingers trailed over your clit lightly, circling it slowly. You whined as they spread your slick, “Billy…”

He made a noise deep in his throat, unable to tear his eyes away from your entrance. He slid one of his fingers inside, then two. “Fuck baby… all this for me?”

“For you…” you whispered as he pumped them.

He took them out and gaped at the glistening arousal on his fingers. He circled them over the head of his cock before wrapping his hand around himself. A broken moan escaped his mouth.

It was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. Ever heard. You couldn’t help but moan along with him. 

He bent down to deliver a quick yet heated kiss to your lips. 

“Billy please…” you ached for him. You could feel your sex throbbing with need.

He positioned himself closer in between your legs, running his weeping tip over your clit. Then, up and down the length of your slit. Making his cock even wetter with your juices. You groaned in unison. 

You spread your legs even wider as he carefully slipped the head inside you.

He hissed through his teeth, pausing, sweat upon his brow. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

You clenched around him as he steadily pushed all the way in. He watched, mouth hung open in a continuous moan as inch after inch disappeared inside of you.

He bottomed out, pressing his forehead against yours. You cursed at the feeling of him stretching you.

“Fuck…” you leaned up to kiss him, “You feel so good.”

He let out a mixture of an incredulous laugh and a moan. “You feel so fucking good, Y/n. Oh my fucking god.” 

He slid out slowly, pumping his hips forward as soon as he got halfway out. He breathed heavily, thrusting at a faster pace. 

He was torn between looking at where you two were joined, to your marked up tits, to your face that was scrunched beautifully in pleasure. 

“So wet…” he murmured under his breath. “So gorgeous…”

You turned your head so you could nip at his neck as he plowed into you. This only seemed to spur him on, his thrusts gaining speed. “Fuck, Y/n-”

You hummed, his salty skin between your teeth. The taste of him was heady. Pheromones released rapidly, making you feel high.

You were certain he was feeling it too, pupils blown, filthy noises coming from those sinful lips as you worked on his neck.

You watched in awe at his muscles shifting under his sweaty skin with every movement. Every thrust hitting your g-spot, his pelvis rubbing against your nub. Cries of pleasure escaped you. 

You clasped your hands around his neck, overcome by the pleasure he was sending through your body. He grunted loudly into your neck, “Fuck, you are such a good girl. So good for me.”

His words of praise made you clench around him, your orgasm was building fast. He pulled you flush against his sweaty body and slammed into you over and over, making your eyes roll back.

“Billy… baby I’m gonna cum.” you whimpered, the pressure building.

“Fuck yes princess, I want you to cum for me,” he moaned into your neck, never ceasing his relentless pace. “Let me hear you…feel your sweet fucking pussy squeeze me…”

You were going to cum and you knew it would be intense. You braced yourself as he pounded into you. 

You threw your head back as pure ecstasy flooded through your entire body. Your stomach contracted and you moaned with every hot pulse of your climax. 

You screamed Billy’s name, your walls squeezing hard around his length.

It was unlike any sensation you had ever felt before. Pure euphoria. 

He let out a guttural moan, his own orgasm hitting him hard. His noises were enough to send you spiraling once more.

His thrusts became sloppier and his groans and whimpers became quieter as the two of you slowly rode out your highs together. 

He sucked a bruise on your shoulder, aftershocks flowing through both of you.

You stayed connected for a minute. You bit your lip, feeling his breaths fan over your skin as he panted, catching his breath.

Your eyes widened as you just realized what you had done.

You just had sex with Billy Hargrove. And you loved every second of it. You never knew it could be this good. This passionate. This satisfying. 

You wanted to laugh as you spotted your half finished project laying on the floor. 

He pulled out slowly, head turning to rest on your chest. His weight was grounding as he wrapped himself around you.

You lay content. Billy started to draw patterns on your skin, brush his fingers lightly over the marks he made. 

You could feel him smile against you. 

You rolled your eyes, but smiled fondly. “You never had any intention of helping me with the project, did you?”

He was silent for a moment, but looked up at you with a pouty lip and glittering eyes, “If I said ‘no’, would you be pissed?”

You shook your head, “No. I figured as much.” 

He chuckled against you.

The question of ‘What happens next?’ lingered in the air like the aroma of sex.

You didn’t want to ask it. You wanted this moment to last forever. All you wanted was to lay there with him. 

Why did everything have to be so complicated?

The pair of you startled as a loud crack of lightning sounded from outside. Thunder rumbled and rain started to pour. 

You could feel Billy’s heartbeat increase against you.

The drops of water pattered against your window. A surprise storm raging outside.

You went to sit up. Billy reluctantly rolled off of you.

Getting up from the bed, you reached for your clothes.

“Hey…”

You turned to Billy and caught the shirt he threw you. His.

You tried not to smile as you slipped it on, suddenly enveloped by his scent. 

“Thanks.” you went to exit the bedroom.

He quickly slipped on his underwear and grabbed your hand, “Where are you going?”

His eyes were wide. Was he scared? You fought back a smile at the thought of a guy as tough as Billy, scared of a little thunder.

“I’m going to call my mom, she definitely won’t drive in this shit.” you laced your fingers with his and pulled him closer, “You should probably call someone too… it doesn’t look like the storm’s gonna give out any time soon.”

He raised his brows, “You’re letting me stay?”

“You can stay the night if you’d like. Wouldn’t want you to get caught out in the rain.” you winked at him.

He smiled wide and let you lead him to the phone downstairs.

After calling your mom, she stated that there was a warning out anyways and that she wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning. 

You let Billy use the phone, sitting on the couch to give him some privacy.

His conversation was short and he was back with you in minutes. You tried not to stare when he waltzed into the room in just his undies. 

He plopped down next to you and rested his head on your shoulder. He sighed but you could hear the smile in his voice, “I guess you’re stuck with me. Again.”

You chuckled, “That’s fine by me. Maybe we can actually get some work done on our project.”

 He groaned at the thought. Like he would be doing any of the work anyways.

-

The next morning, the sun was shining and Billy’s body was still pressed up against yours. Naked of course, due to another round of not being able to keep his hands to himself. 

You slipped out from under his grasp and started getting ready for school. Pulling out some of your over-sized clothes that you assumed would fit him, you set them on the bed for Billy to wear.

Once you were ready, slowly laid back down next to him. You admired his features. Appreciating the fact that he looked so relaxed. So at peace.

You ran a hand through his hair and stroked the side of his face softly, “Billy boy… it’s time to get up.”

He groaned and hid his face in your pillow. 

You rolled your eyes and rubbed a hand over his back, “Billy…”

He grunted in response. Obviously he wasn’t a morning person.

“Come on, we gotta get to school.” you prompted.

He rolled over and eyed you, “Fuck school.”

“It’s your second day.” 

“Still.”

You sighed, “Would you get up if I told you I made you breakfast?”

He sat up, intrigued, “For real?”

You nodded, heading downstairs to eat your own. Knowing he wouldn’t be too far behind.

-

A few minutes later, he stomped down the stairs wearing your clothes you had set out for him.

You paused, fork halfway to your mouth. He looked good. 

It was a simple black sweatshirt and grey sweatpants but fuck.

“You look nice…” you complimented. “Glad they fit.”

He rolled his eyes and took a seat next to you, grabbing a piece of toast and munching on it. “They smell like you.”

You laughed, “Is that a good thing?”

“Yeah, except for the fact that I’m gonna be smelling you all day and I’ll start to miss you…and these pants don’t exactly look like they’d be good at hiding a boner.”

You shook with laughter. “I’d love to see that.”

-

When you arrived at school, you felt like you had this huge secret. 

You weren’t sure if you wanted to tell anyone about what happened. Although you were sure someone would find out sooner or later. 

Specifically Nancy. She kept glancing at you during first period.  She was suspicious no doubt.

Halfway through, she nudged you, “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You seem… different. Distracted. I don’t know.”

You shrugged your shoulders and pushed your hair behind your ear, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her face dropped. She gasped. “Y/n!” she whisper-yelled.

“What?”

You realized she could see the hickeys that littered your neck. You were quick to cover them, “Shit…”

“Looks like someone had fun last night. Who was it?” she demanded an answer.

You kept your lips sealed.

As soon as she saw Billy the next period, she put two and and two together. 

She gasped and leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “Is he wearing…?”

You shushed her, trying to suppress a blush that was surely rising.

You heard her tear a piece of paper from her notebook. Writing fast.

‘You have to tell me everything!’

‘I’ll tell you during lunch.’

You were low-key excited to talk about it. To talk about him. Talk about the whole experience. 

You bit your lip and tried to pay attention to whatever the teacher was saying. But your thoughts kept drifting back to last night. 

Another piece of paper landed on your desk. Nancy was insatiable. 

You furrowed your brows when the note had different handwriting on it.

A messy, yet unique sprawl that had a simple message on it. 

‘I can’t stop thinking about you.’

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. You glanced up to find Billy already staring at you, a grin of his own on his face. 

A warm feeling erupted in your chest. Maybe being stuck with him wasn’t such a bad thing.

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Flowers in December

Pairing: Gang Member!Minho x Boss’ Daughter!Reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word count: 3.2k

Your father had taken Minho under his wing at a tender age of 7, you were around the same age at that time. You remember when he walked through the gates of your father’s house, you can clearly recall his petite figure and vulnerable self. His tiny eyebrows were furrowed, a little pout on his lips and his small hands clinging on to the fabric of the guy who had draped his jacket around his shoulders.

Even for a little child, his features were defined. He was as pretty as a winter flower. You associated him with winter because it was snowing that day. That’s what Minho used to be, a pretty winter flower. Much unlike how he is now, hardened by his surroundings, sculpted by rugged training and scarred by combats unknown to you. While you grew up with a silver spoon in your mouth, enjoying all the riches that your father acquired illegally, Minho was busy growing up in the harshest conditions to serve as a prime asset to your father’s gang.

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Milk (M)

Summary: When trying to deal with your hybrid’s sudden obssesion with milk, you would have never guessed that things would turn out so differently. 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut, hybrid!au, fluff

Word Count: 3k

A/N: This is a two-shot! So please keep in mind that there will be a second part to this story! Any who, this fic contains heavy dom/sub undertones, graphic descriptions of sex, degrading names, slight milk/lactation kink… urmm if you don’t know what that is, maybe this fic isn’t for you :’) Also breeding/mating kink. The majority of the smut will be in the second part! Thus, you have been warned!

“Yoongi.”

“What?”

“If you’re looking for the milk, you’re not allowed to have any.”

“Excuse me?” the hybrid questioned, almost sounding like he was mocking you.

You sighed as you looked up from your spot on the couch, to see Yoongi standing still at the refrigerator, with his head craned towards you, waiting for your replying.

You knew by the way his long black tail snapping up and down behind him in harsh movements, was an indication of how annoyed he was. You couldn’t even see his dark eyes properly since his black fringe was covering them partially, but you could already just imagine the intimidating glare upon them.

You could easily read his emotions because you’ve been living with him since you were only 7 years old. At the time, you were mindlessly on the carpet playing with your stuffed animals, when your parents came home with your mother holding the hand of a young boy. He looked close to your age, maybe a couple of years older. He had porcelain like skin, which contracted his dark black hair. And you remembered the look of excitement that graced your chubby face when you saw two furry white ears atop of his head, and a long furry tail that swayed slowly behind him.

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—possession;

pairing; mark lee x reader

warnings; full-blown smut, name-calling, mutual masturbation, dominate male, orgasm denial, strong language, teasing, there’s some cool fluff at the end if you think really hard about it

summary; the line between being fuck buddies and being more than is blurry and one mistake makes mark show you it’s not so blurry after all.

a/n; okay, not a surprise that this was inspired by another mark + smut prompt ask bc I ult him and the stan in me just jumped out so thanks anon!! also shout out to @starlit-jaemin​ / @moonlit-jeno​ because the way they tag my stuff inspired me to write more and faster!! absolutely warmed my heart so thanks for that too ahhh

word count; 3k

Jaemin leans in and whispers something into your ear and it makes you laugh, the involuntary sound escaping your throat before you can stop it. Your eyes glaze quickly over Mark from across the room and you don’t miss the clenching of his jaw, his dark eyes catching yours before he turns back to Jeno, his own laugh filling the room.

A silent dance pushes and pulls at the both of you.

It’s been months since you’ve both agreed to be friends with benefits, Mark having jumped at the idea when you mentioned it, having already agreed that neither of you were ready for a relationship just yet. The way he fucked you was almost inhuman, knowing every single button to push the first time you’d had done it. 

You became addicted, drunk on Mark and the way his hips moved, the way his fingers traced, the way his voice had you begging. It was sinful and you ravaged each other like you hated each other. Then you’d go back to being friends when you were with the others, pretending that he hadn’t taken you on the closest surface in the next room.

Everything went smoothly. No feelings, no arguments and you both didn’t stay overnight in the same bed.

But despite it all, it didn’t stop him from being possessive over you.

No - in fact - it felt exactly that, like it was exclusive.

Every moan, every lingering touch, every expression he made under you was for your eyes only. Soft whispers that sent tingles down your spine with each confession of how good you felt, how you were only his and how if only he could fuck you every single night.

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Taeil, to camera: Johnny is our master horticulturist. He knows all the scientific names for everything. Right, John?

Johnny: Yup.

Taeil: Like this! What’s this?

Johnny: Those are, of course, tomatoes. Or, Soulja-Boy Tell'ems.

Johnny, to camera: Whenever Taeil asks me for the Latin names of any of our plants, I just give him the names of rappers.

Taeil: And those over there?

Johnny: Those are some Diddies, some Bonethugs and Harmoniums right here. Oh, those Ludacrises are coming in great!

oh no, mr suh, please don’t spank me

johnny x fem reader

cameo: taeyong

genre: !!smut!!, roommates au, fake enemies to lovers, a little tiny fluffy angst bc it’s my brand apparently

warnings: a lot of mutual teasing, finger sucking, sexting, solo f and m, spanking, marking, dry humping, hand job, fingering, slight cum play, not protected, overstimulation f and m, multiple orgasms, penetration, manhandling, oral m and f, tiny degradation (sparse use of ‘little slut’), rough

words: 7K

it’s finally here!! this one is very juicy haha good luck I guess :) keep your panties dry challenge

taglist: @comically-sleep-deprived​ @strawberrymilkandcigarettes​ @theworld-accordingtocasey​ @kibumingi​

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“Johnny, get lost." 

You raised your eyes to meet Johnny’s peaceful face in the middle of the corridor, one of them still twitching for waking up so early. 

He smirked and didn’t move. 

You made a step on the right. 

He did the same. 

"John,” you made a step on the left. 

His body kept blocking your way. 

“Why? Are you busy?” His voice was deep and thick like honey and in other circumstances you would have wanted to listen to it forever. But that morning you woke up without a single ounce of patience. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Yes, unlike you." 

"I’m also busy.”

“Oh yeah? Doing what?" 

"Getting between your legs.”

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Boyfriend’s friend

Warning: cheating, overstimulation and oral(male receiving)

 You were sitting on the couch, watching your fav show when your boyfriend and his friend Minho knocked on the door. You shouted that it was open so they came in. They both hugged you and sat next to you. Your boyfriend said they were hungry and went to the kitchen to prepare something. 

 When you and Minho found some alone time you knew he was not going to just sit there. 

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Devil next Door

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst/One shot

Word count: 4.8k

Hyunjin was everything you wouldn’t want a neighbour to be. There’s always loud music blaring next door. Other times the music would be replaced by high pitched moans and a new girl screaming his name every freaking weekend. You’ve lost your last drop of patience.

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