What If A Female Toman Friend (the Reader I Guess) Has A Younger Sibling Who Likes To Give Silly Nicknames

JJ MAYBANK | NOT SO SNEAKY

Summary: You and JJ had been dating for a little over a month and have unintentionally made it your thing to kiss whenever your friends weren’t paying attention.

Warnings: swearing, drug use, sexual innuendos

A/N: It’s been some time since I wrote something like this so I’m sorry for any mistakes! I’d love to make more, though, so feel free to send in requests!

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It all started with a quick kiss late one night. You don’t know what came over you, but as soon as Pope turned his back to you and JJ, you were leaning over and planting a sweet kiss on JJ’s cheek. He was caught off guard by it as you’d both agreed you didn’t want your friends to know just yet, but he’d just smiled and returned the affection — seconds before Pope turned back around and continued to explain why he wanted to be a coroner. From that moment, you and JJ would steal kisses whenever you could when you were around your friends. When it was just you two, there were plenty of kisses, but doing it around your friends — it made it more exciting with the thought of being caught.

At the moment, you and JJ were impatiently waiting in John B.’s Volkswagen with Pope and Kiara while John B. was searching all through his home for his favorite surfboard. You and the Pogues were planning on going to the beach to catch some waves before the storm rolled in, but John B. was having trouble finding his own board. Pope was sat up front and reading a book you’d forgotten the name of already, Kiara leaning against the side of the van, leaving only you and JJ in the back. “Is he sure it isn’t already—”

“Do any of us look like John B. to you?” You teased Pope, cocking a brow towards the boy when he glanced over his shoulder to look in your direction.

“I’m just saying!” Pope defended meekly, shaking his head as he face forward. “It wouldn’t be the first time he forgot it was already on the roof.”

Kiara let out an annoyed sigh, rolling her eyes. It shouldn’t be taking him this long. “I’m gonna go help him look,” she stated, pausing to look inside the van towards you.

You raised your brows expectantly, unsure of what she was wanting. “Okay?”

“Are you sure you wanna be left alone with dumb and dumber?” Kiara asked, unsure as to why you were willingly remaining in the back with JJ as he was expertly rolling a joint you would/wouldn’t be taking hits of later.

You snickered, your smile widening by the offended expressions on Pope and JJ’s face. You nodded, ignoring the sharp glare you were receiving from your boyfriend when you didn’t defend him. “I think I can handle them,” you replied reassuringly. “Besides, this one needs two people watching him at all times to make sure he doesn’t do anything too stupid,” you said, nudging your head in JJ’s direction.

Kiara chuckled, backing towards the Chateau. “Suit yourself, Y/N.”

With that, Kiara jogged off towards the house so they could hopefully leave sooner rather than later. You let out a content sigh once she was out of sight and pulled out your phone to check your notifications. You were going to reply to a text, but you froze when you felt JJ’s breath fan against your exposed neck. You didn’t dare move, afraid it’d capture Pope’s attention.

Your eyes darted aside, but all you saw was a smug smirk on JJ’s face the closer he got closer to you. “Better be still,” he whispered, softly pressing his lips to your skin. Your eyes instinctively fluttered closed, tilting your head to give him more access — it only made his dimpled smirk widen proudly. “Don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, and you hated how he was affecting you so much with only the little pecks. He was such a tease, and though you enjoyed it at times, so were you. He hated it when you teased him, though. But after all, this was a game for the both of you, and you weren’t going to let him be the only one daring to do something with Pope so close to you two and within eyesight.

You suddenly moved so you and JJ were side by side, your hand going to hold the back of his neck. His eyes widened in excitement, your lips pressing to his lips before he had time to think. He kissed you back hungrily, one of his hands going to your lower back. You playfully bit his lip and he let out a huff, wanting more. However, you pulled away just as quickly and glanced down to your phone as if nothing had just happened.

Pope turned to face you two, noting JJ’s flushed appearance after he heard an odd sound come from the blond. “Dude, are you okay?”

JJ scoffed, clenching his jaw. He didn’t dare look at you, but you knew you’d succeeded. “Yeah, just peachy.”

You smirked to yourself and went back to scrolling through your phone. JJ finished rolling his joint with his heart still thumping loudly in his chest with an ache for more. He carefully placed it to his lips and went to light it, but it was swiftly snatched away by Pope. You winced, knowing JJ didn’t like it when someone did that — especially when he was wanting it to relax him after you’d started something you weren’t going to be finishing anytime soon.

“Bro!” JJ gaped, attempting to take it back.

Pope shook his head and held it further away from his friend, glaring. “Not in the van, bro!”

“I just want a lil taste! It’ll be so quick you won’t even smell it!” JJ defended, trying to grab it again. Pope slid out of the passenger side, daring JJ to make a move.

“Didn’t you already get a taste?” John B. replied instead, cradling his surfboard under his arm with Kiara walking beside him, something unfamiliar on her stunning features. Pope frowned while you and JJ had confused expressions etched on your faces. Surely they didn’t know. John B. rolled his eyes and pointedly glanced between you and JJ, causing your heart to sink. “Are you serious right now? You two aren’t very sneaky.”

Your face paled in realization, lips parting. They knew?

JJ remained calm, feigning further confusion. “What the hell are you talking about, man?”

Kiara moved closer to the van, her arms folded over her chest and head titled. “Cut the bullshit, JJ,” she said, faintly smiling. Then her eyes flickered go you. “Really, Y/N? JJ of all people?”

Your cheeks turned pink, a groan leaving your lips as you pushed your face into your hands. JJ grunted and threw his hands up in the air, eyes pinned to you. “We could’ve fooled them if you’d just tried a little harder, baby!”

“No, you couldn’t have,” Pope retorted, climbing back inside with JJ’s joint hidden in place the surfer boy would never find it; for now. You moved to sit closer to JJ, giving Kiara more room to enter the back of the van while John B. made his way to the drivers side so you all could get going. “I saw you guys at the movies.”

“Movies?” Kiara repeated, face scrunched together. “I saw them at the beach the week before.”

You and JJ briefly glanced to each other, slightly amused. You hadn’t intended for your friends to find out yet, or this way at least, but you were glad they didn’t seem to mind it; you hated the no pogue on pogue macking rule and feared that your friends wouldn’t approve of you and JJ. Thankfully, they felt otherwise. “Wait, how long has this been going on?” Pope wondered, eyes burning into you and JJ for answers.

You pursed your lips in thought, glancing down to your wrist that did not have a watch wrapped around it. “Five weeks, two days, and 16 minutes.”

JJ laughed under his breath, not having any problems with wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side to let everyone know you were in fact his. John B. faintly smiled, but it was suddenly replaced by a frown as he faced the crew. “Hang on,” he said, blinking in surprise, but his eyes were on Pope and Kiara. “You two already knew about this?”

Pope and Kiara nodded in unison. “Well duh. Didn’t you?” Kiara laughed.

“They’re weren’t very discreet,” Pope said, momentarily pausing. “No offense.”

“None taken,” you replied with a nonchalant shrug.

John B. scoffed, his brows knitted together. “I only found out today!”

You giggled, reaching forward to give him a comforting pat on the shoulder. “It’s okay, John B.,” you said kindly. “Despite what Pope and Kie say, we were pretty good at hiding it for a while.”

“Sure, Y/N,” Kie teased.

You gave her a playful shove, making her let out a loittke augh. Your body curled further into JJ’s side once John B. started up the Volkswagen and began heading towards the awaiting beach. You let out a content sigh as you relaxed in your boyfriends safe arms, smiling to yourself when he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Hey, just because we know now doesn’t mean you can be all lovey-dovey whenever you want,” Pope playfully scolded when he saw the kiss.

John B. chuckled, stealing a look in the rear view mirror. “Save it for the bedroom.”

“Oh, we will,” JJ smugly said, grinning from ear to ear. You whacked his arm in disgust and Kie grimaced, facing the window. JJ only chuckled and tightened his grip on you, making you feel at ease with the world.

Though your friends now knew about you and JJ, you had a feeling that you and JJ would happily continue to try and get as many kisses in without your friends noticing the exchanges, and you didn’t mind one bit.

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A/N: PLEASE DON’T HESITATE TO LEAVE OR MESSAGE ME SOME REQUESTS!

Not-So-Secret Admirer

Anonymous said: hi love ! could you do a scenario with ateez hongjoong where you like eachother and he finally asks you out or kisses you? thank you ❤️

Hongjoong (ATEEZ): Fluff

Word Count: 1,485

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An arm wrapped around your shoulder from behind, the jacket fabric tickling your neck as the person dragged you to their chest. “What’s up, Hongjoong’s secret admirer?” You swatted at Yunho, grimacing at his joyful statement. “Shut up, jackass!” He laughed, ruffling your hair before dodging your flailing hands. You crossed your arms, glaring at the tall boy. “You’re lucky you’re my best friend.” 

Yunho’s grin widened as he followed you comfortably. “I assume you haven’t seen the love of your life today since you’re so moody,” Yunho stated matter-of-factly. You scoffed, raising your hand threateningly. “Or maybe I’m moody because there’s a loud goddamn tree following me!” Yunho rolled his eyes, gripping your shoulders to pull you into his side. You sighed defeatedly, leaning into the boy’s side as you continued walking.

“Are you going to Seonghwa’s party?” Your lips twitched, shoulders shrugging in response. “Nah. I’m not the biggest fan of parties, you know this.” He nodded slightly, leaning down to your eye-level, “Yeah, but it’s Seonghwa! His parties aren’t insane. And Hongjoong is going!” Flicking his cheek, you exhaled in disbelief, “Just because he’s going doesn’t mean I’m going, Yunho!”

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#152: Your First Kiss

A/N:

Oh how I’ve missed writing cute small fluffy preferences like this! Enjooooooy and happy reading!

Luke:

Luke held onto the door handle with his back pressed against it, his eyes somehow wide and his breathing quickened. He felt on his left hand, the palm still warm from your touch and he bit his lip in thought. He was supposed to do it. But every time you would lean into it, he would chicken up and panic. It wasn’t like him at all but that was what you did to him. It was the small goodbye, a short hug while he took in your scent and pressed you against his chest. Tonight, he had protested, claiming that he was gonna drive you home but you would rather walk, determined. It had been within seconds you said your goodbye, he had heard your footsteps turn around and down his porch. His cheeks were still rosy red from the night’s events, and he was holding onto the door handle so harshly his knuckles turned white. It had to be now if he wanted to catch up with you. Opening the door with force his eyes adjusted to the night life and walked down his porch. You weren’t that far away, your heels loud and clear from the pavement. He sprinted as fast as he could, almost breathless when he was right behind you. Turning around by the sudden sight, your eyes widened when you noticed Luke stand behind you. “Luke, what are you doing?” You asked confused. “I forgot something important.” He breathed and lifted your chin with his fingers. “What?” You asked. He smiled softly before leaning down with confidence, cupping your cheeks with his hands and gave you a sweet kiss on your lips. It was so sudden but also so satisfying you couldn’t control the smile growing on your lips and Luke almost whined by your lack of seriousness. “Come on. Is that how you want to remember our first kiss, by laughing into my mouth!” You rolled your eyes by his whine and wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him to shut up.

Calum:

“You sure you can walk the few meters by yourself?” Calum commented from your left, his hands gripping onto the steering wheel and looked at you with a worried look. You rolled your eyes by his question and scoffed at him like he was acting a bit ridiculous. “It’s ten meters until I’m in front of my doorstep. My roommate is home so I assure there won’t happen anything to be without you by my side.” Even if you were trying to sound serious you couldn’t prevent the smile playing on your lips. Calum nodded his head agreeing, “Okay.” He said quietly with a smile and looked down at your intertwined fingers, yours resting on top of his on the gear shift. “Thank you for tonight. It was nice seeing this side of you after 15 years of friendship.” You moved down to grab your purse from the floor but remained your linked hands. Calum smiled warmly at you and nodded his head agreeing, watching as you pulled your bag over your shoulder ready to leave him. “See you tomorrow?” He winked and you nodded your head agreeing. You checked your phone shortly to see if your roommate had texted you, and leaned forward to hug Calum goodbye. “Sleep well.” He whispered, spotting the time on the radio and you giggled and whispered it back before opening the door to the car. Though, with your hand still linked with Calum’s you were tucked back into the seat and Calum’s lips found yours for a chase kiss. You were surprised by his action but leaned into the touch the second you realized what he was doing. He stopped to take a deep breath before he leaned forward again, placed three more pecks and leaned his forehead against yours, “Bye Y/N.” He was wearing a goofy expression on his face and you giggled in response and kissed him a last goodbye before walking out of the car with rosy cheeks.

Michael:

”Come on Y/N.” Michael pleaded and grasped your hand in his, ”There’s a thunderstorm on the way.” You rolled your eyes by his words and ignored the rumbling sounds from the pitch black sky filled with stars. You kept your eyes on the sky, determined to the see the spectacular ocean of shooting stars that were supposed to shine bright like diamonds tonight, on this exact time. “I really wanna see this.” You grinned, unaware of the fact that Michael wasn’t looking at the sky, but having his gaze on you. An adorable smile embraced his cold face and he looked up to tag along, but the second a rain drop landed on his pale cheek. “You must be kidding me.” He mumbled but remained the smile on his face, grumbling about the London weather. Within minutes, the both of you were drowned down to your underwear, your hair matted in your face while drops of rain were falling down from Michael’s brown hair. “Y/N we’ll get sick.” He argued and tucked on your cold hand gently. “No it will clear up, I swear.” You giggled with hope in your voice. After one minute of having rain forced into your eyeballs you looked up at him, giggling at each other by the ridiculous situation you were put in. Michael caressed your cheek, and even with the cold weather his hand managed to be warm. You felt a blush appear on your cheeks and Michael moved closer to capture your lips between his. It was warm, erupting butterflies in your stomach; you stood on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He moved away for a short moment to look up at the sky, smiling widely before his lips went back to yours, giving it with all the force he had to make the both of you breathless, the exact same butterflies erupting in his stomach by the magical moment.

Ashton:

“Ashton, have you found the candles?” You yelled, roaming through the drawers in your kitchen, checked your cupboards and a small sigh left your lips. The only source of light you had was your phone, which only had 3% and not really helping with the search. The whole electricity in the house was out of function, just like the rest of your street. You and Ashton were in the middle of a movie marathon, watching the climax of the film the second the power went out. Ashton was the first one to react, standing up from the couch and ready to find some sort of life. But you had recently moved in, which meant that you had no such clue to where the hell you had put all the candles in your house besides the one on the coffee table for decoration. “I found some.” Ashton exclaimed from somewhere, and his footsteps became louder until he stood by the doorframe to the kitchen. “I think it’s scented though.” He commented and walked forward, the only source of light being the lamppost from the street outside. “Oh my god, it must be my skittles scented candle with orange!” You giggled happily and stood next to him, accidently touching his hand. You removed it away fast in reaction, a blush appearing on your lips. Ashton took it as another sign, and before you could react in the darkness his plump lips were placed on top of yours. You reacted immediately, not like you had expected, and wrapped your hands in his curly locks, tucking slightly. He groaned slightly by the affection and moved away to catch his breath, but in the right second it happened all the lights came back along with the TV turning on again. You both were breathless, looking at each other surprised by your sudden moment but it was less than seconds after a smile broke on both your faces and Ashton leaned down again for another kiss while he filled your eyes with his nervous contagious laughter.

[2:03 am]

for pretty girl selene @hajigumi

megumi knows that he’s screwed when he notices the way his eyes follow your every movement whenever you’re near.

it wasn’t blaringly obvious at first, a simple glance whenever you walked into the room being the only real sign that he ever acknowledged your presence. but then, he started to notice the little things, like how your eyes lit up whenever you greeted him or how your lips twitched whenever you tried roping yuuji into one of your pranks. 

the thing that made him realize how much he had grown to care for you however, was when he found himself staying up late because he knew that you hated getting ready for bed when there wasn’t anyone else around. something about the vibes being off when it was nighttime, you had said, not that megumi cared. he was more than willing to let his sleep schedule suffer in order to give you some peace of mind. 

he was surprised that nobara and yuuji had never noticed, especially considering the fact that he had taken to ignoring the others whenever they spoke to him in favor of watching you. even though he had told himself multiple times that his actions were borderline creepy, he could never find it in him to tear his eyes away from you. 

he often found himself wondering if you noticed his stare. you did. 

megumi had always told himself that he was more than happy with admiring you from the sidelines, keeping your interactions to a minimum in order to hide his feelings. which was why his eyes widened in shock when he opened his bedroom door only for you to barge in.

“what’s going on?” he asked, only to be shushed by you. you were leaning up against his door, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. 

“i’m running from gojo,” you admitted quietly, your smile making megumi’s heart stutter. “i guess he doesn’t like being pranked this late at night.”

“i don’t think anyone does,” megumi replied just as quietly, his lips turning up into a soft smile as he stared at you. 

“megumi?” you asked, earning a soft hum from the boy. you took a deep breath before speaking, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. “do you like me? romantically, i mean.”

megumi’s jaw dropped slightly before he took a step backwards, unable to find any words to say in response. he was stopped when you reached for his hand, pulling him in and pressing a kiss to his cheek in an attempt to calm him down. your action did the opposite, causing the boy to break out into a bright blush that made you laugh softly.

“i hope you do,” you continued, stepping closer to him. “because i like you. a lot, actually.”

the smile on megumi’s face only grew when he processed your words, his free hand coming up to cup your face before he leaned in slightly. you blinked twice, softly nodding your head and stifling a gasp when his lips finally met yours. it was short but sweet, and you pulled away with a giggle before letting go of his hand and looping your arms around his neck. 

“i have to be honest with you, megumi,” you whispered, hesitating slightly before continuing. “there is no angry gojo after me. yuuji just thought it was time for me to confess my feelings.”

the laugh that left megumi’s lips left you stunned, and you barely had time to respond when he leaned down and pressed another kiss to your lips, looking at you fondly. 

“you’re a handful, you know that?”

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“So?” You hear Harry’s voice ask from behind you, “What do you think?”

You turn around with a start, trying not to trip over the giant skirt of your dress as your eyes land on him, dressed head to toe in black. You nearly let out an audible gasp as your eyes rake over him from the pearl earring dangling from his newly pierced ear to his broad tattooed shoulders hardly concealed beneath the sheer fabric of his blouse. Every swirl of ink across his chest and arms is visible, deviously teasing in their contrast to the pale complexion of his skin. Your throat is suddenly dangerously dry as you take in the rings covering each of his fingers and his two-tone fingernails.

“You don’t like it?” He asks, snapping your attention back to him and his now furrowed eyebrows, “Too much?”

“No,” You say quickly, shaking your head to clear your mind of the many unholy thoughts flooding through it the longer you stare at him, “No Harry, god, I love it, you look, exquisite.”

“Exquisite, huh?” He smirks, crossing the room to get a better look at you.

“Absolutely breathtaking darling.” You mock, straightening the bow on his shirt and pressing your lips to his.

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“You’re ready to go?” He asks, threading his fingers through yours and you try not to laugh when you hear the clink of both of your rings smacking together.

“I think so.” You nod, taking in a breath and trying to steady the nerves erupting in your stomach.

“Hey,” He says seriously, letting go of your hands and cupping your cheeks instead, “Don’t be nervous, you look fucking amazing baby, going to steal the whole show.”

“As much as I wish I could believe you, Lady Gaga is going to be there H.” You laugh, leaning forward to kiss his cheek before heading for the door.

He rolls his eyes as he follows you out and you catch yourself checking your makeup for the hundredth time in the mirror. The giant wing of eyeliner you could absolutely never do yourself elongates your eyes in the perfect way but the gorgeous gold glitter across your lids makes them pop in a way you’ve never seen before.

“I promise I didn’t mess up your lipstick sweetheart.” Harry teases, coaxing you out the door.

“Harry, I’m just trying to make sure I’m-“

“You’re perfect, absolutely gorgeous, a goddess Y/N,” He muses, “But you’re going to be a late goddess if we don’t get out the door right now.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes as you allow him to pull you out the door. It’s when you’re walking behind him to the elevators that your eyes scan over the rather visible rippling muscles of his back. He presses the button and tugs you into the elevator behind him. Suddenly his moving lips are all you can focus on other than the delicious swirls of ink across his skin.

“Y/N? Did you hear what I-“

He can’t even finish his question before you’re pushing him up against the back wall of the elevator and pressing your lips to his. He’s a stuttering mess, trying to gasp out words and reminders to not touch his hair or Anthony will kill you but god you couldn’t care less. You want to rip him right out of this pretty little lace number and beg him to fuck you on any conceivable surface he’ll agree to.

The elevator dings, snapping you out of your thoughts and forcing you to pull away from him. His eyes are wild when you do, looking at you in pure shock as you grab his hand and tug him out of the elevator.

“What was that for?” He chuckles, threading his fingers through yours and leading you out to the car waiting for the both of you.

“Not sure,” You shrug teasingly as he opens the car door for you, “Guess that shirt is just, doing it for me.”

He follows closely behind into the back of the car, helping you situate the giant skirt of your ensemble before closing the partition and turning back to you with that award-winning smirk on his face.

“So, what exactly is it, doing for you?” He grins deviously, grabbing you by the hips and dragging you onto his lap.

“Harry, oh my god, we are on our way to the fucking Met Gala-“

“Exactly,” He laughs, “How long do you reckon we have before we get there?”

“I am not sucking you off in the back of a cab no matter how big of a rockstar you think you are-“

“Hey, hey, hey,” He laughs, leaning back and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Who said anything about sucking me off?”

“I think that bulge in your slacks had something to say about it.” You smirk, leaning back into him and pecking the corner of his mouth.

He grins, rolling his eyes as he leans back into you, cupping your face with one hand and sneaking back under your dress with the other. You gasp into his mouth as his finger presses against the center of your panties and you can feel the reverberation of his chest as he chuckles, adding more pressure.

“Harry-“

“Yes my love?” He grins cheekily, cutting you off before you can say much else.

You narrow your eyes at him, and he quirks up his eyebrow with that signature smirk plastered on his face, a silent request for you to let him finish what he started. You sigh in frustration, grabbing his face with both hands and pulling him back to you. Your lips meet with a smack just as his fingers slip under the fabric of your panties and he hisses into your mouth.

“God you’re soaking princess.” He whispers, his fingers circling your clit before removing themselves from the front of your underwear.

Your eyes flutter open at the loss of contact and you see him holding his dripping fingers in front of his mouth, admiring your excitement covering them before pushing them past his lips and hollowing his cheeks, sucking them clean. His eyes roll back in his head before he releases his fingers, puckering his lips back into that smirk you know all too well.

“So sweet, babygirl.” He hums and it takes every ounce of self-control you have left to not jump his bones right here right now.

“Harry, please-“

He shushes you with his mouth, his lips swollen and his tongue tasting like you, equal parts tangy and sweet. There’s an urgency this time, both of you grabbing at each other with an overwhelming desire to consume each other in any way you can. Suddenly his fingers are slipping back past the confines of your panties and in a matter of seconds you’re full to the hilt with his finger pushed into you right up to his ring.

“F-Fuck,” You stutter, gasping against his lips, “Harry-“

“Gotta be quiet for me sweetheart, can you do that?” He whispers, yanking your panties down and making you whine into his shoulder.

You’re biting your lip so hard you’re sure you can taste blood as he curls his fingers and you nearly shriek, your body writhing. You’re squirming against the leather seat as his fingers fuck into you relentlessly, curling against your front wall, his thumb rubbing against your clit in perfect rhythm. Your stomach is coiling in a matter of seconds, your toes trying to curl against the confines of your gold pumps.

“H, I’m gonna-“

Suddenly the car stops and Harry’s head snaps up to look out the window. He withdraws his fingers from you without a word, quickly pushing them past his lips to suck them clean once again before running a hand through his hair to sort it out. He grabs your panties from around your ankles and slides them back over your hips, tugging your dress back down and leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“Keep that pretty mess between your legs, princess.” He whispers with that cheeky smirk on his face, just barely grazing his teeth over your ear as he sits back up and grabs your hand, tugging you out of the car behind him.

You don’t even bother hiding the obvious shock on your face as the words fall past his lips. Your jaw is still nearly on the ground as you follow him down the sidewalk and you’re suddenly swarmed by photographers. It’s time, the part of the Met Gala you’ve been absolutely dreading, the red-well actually pink this year-carpet.

“Just smile and stay close,” Harry nods, squeezing your hand in reassurance, “You look amazing.”

You nod your head more for yourself than him and suck in a deep breath as you take your first steps onto the pink carpet. A switch flips in Harry at the first shutter of a camera and suddenly that gorgeous megawatt smile you know all too well is plastered onto his face as he turns to each group of cameras, his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Harry! Tell us about your next album! Can we be expecting something soon?”

He’s shouted at by countless photographers all trying to get the perfect inside scoop to go with their glamour shot. They’re screaming his name in choruses, asking about his album and how he came to be the youngest co-chair of the Met Gala his first year here. He waves them off, continuing his smiling and posing as he leads you down the carpet until you reach the steps.

“Go on sweetheart,” He grins, gesturing to the stairs, “I got your dress.”

You don’t trust your voice as you take another deep breath trying to steady the rapid beating of your heart in your chest as you take the first step up. Once you’ve ascended the first set of stairs you turn around to meet eyes with Harry who’s already staring, holding up the train of your dress as he follows you up.

“Doing great, baby.” He chuckles, cracking a genuine smile as you laugh to yourself and turn back around to finish climbing up.

He comes up the last few steps behind you and carefully drops your train, perfectly arranging it to flow behind you. He offers you his arm as he comes to stand back beside you and you roll your eyes as you cheesily hook your arm through his allowing him to lead you inside.

The actual event of the grand Met Gala is a blur thanks to the presence of tequila and champagne. You can briefly remember the dinner before things went sideways and Harry was on Alessandro Michele’s shoulders screaming along to Cher and tipsily introducing people on stage as part of his co-chair responsibilities.

However, no matter how tipsy you seem to get, one thing is clear as ever in your mind, your panties are soaking. Every time you steal a glance of him in that little lacy number you catch yourself squeezing your thighs together in defiance of the tingling ever present in your core. If you were anywhere but the fucking Met Gala you’d grab him by the earring and tug him into the nearest bathroom stall in a heartbeat.

Perhaps if he wasn’t being so coy about the whole situation you wouldn’t be as painfully wound up as you are, but the countless cocky smirks and grazing hands coming just close enough to your inner thigh to make you shiver under the table have made the never ending night nearly unbearable. He knows exactly what he’s doing, making you frenzied and hypersensitive, driving you all the way to the edge before tugging you right back in.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel his hand on your shoulder. You turn around with a start to see his glossy eyes as he walks around to steal the seat across from you.

“Jesus, scared me half to death, H.” You scold, heaving out a sigh of relief.

“What are you so jumpy for?” He laughs, running a hand through his now sweaty hair to get it off his forehead.

“Nothing, I’m just,” You stutter, trying to come up with a formidable excuse, “Tired.”

“Tired are you?” He smirks deviously, standing back up from his chair, “That’s too bad, I was gonna ask if you wanted to get out of here.”

“We’re at the Met Gala and you want to get out of here?” You scoff, allowing him to take your hand and pull you to your feet.

“Eh, why not, getting a bit stuffy in here now don’t you think?” He shrugs.

“You are unbelievable.” You laugh, shaking your head as he chuckles and leads the two of you back to the front.

He’s a grinning giggly mess as he leads you both out to the car, opening the door for you and following you inside the backseat. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol clearly coursing through his veins or just the high from the event as a whole but whatever it is that’s making him smile like that, you hope it doesn’t wear off for a while.

You’re hardly in the car for two minutes before he’s rolling up the partition and grabbing your right thigh to pull you on top of him, straddling his lap.

“Harry!” You squeal, laughing as your dress swallows the two of you and he struggles to sort it out, “What are you doing?”

“Trying to kiss you for fuck’s sake.” He huffs, giving up on your dress and grabbing your face with both hands instead.

You’re both laughing as he presses his lips to yours, nearly sighing in relief as his right hand releases its grip on your cheek and moves to cup your chest instead. You gasp into his mouth at the immediate contact after lusting after him all night and he cracks a smile, meeting your eyes.

“Thirsty?” He teases, “I think there’s some champagne in the-“

“Oh, shut up Styles.” You laugh, cutting him off and pressing your mouth to his.

He chuckles, pulling you impossibly closer with his right hand that has somehow snaked its way under your dress and is gripping your ass with pure disparity. You would give just about anything for this car to arrive at his apartment in the next two seconds so he could slam you against the bed and have his way with you. You can tell his hands are itching to roam your bare skin just as yours are nearly spastic in their restraint to take his pants off.

The last five minutes of the car ride are almost excruciating. Your lips might as well be superglued together as he helps you hoist up the skirt of your dress in order to properly straddle his thigh, nothing between the two of you but his ridiculously high waisted pants and your nearly drenched pair of panties. He’s a grunting, moaning mess as you roll your hips against him, your hands tangled in his hair and your tits nearly on full display in your dangerously lowcut bustier.

It’s when the car finally rolls to a stop that you both pull away from each other, a single string of saliva connecting the two of you as your eyes meet. You wipe the spit away as you slide off of him, throwing the door open before the driver even as a chance to get out of the car.

“Thank you so much for the ride.” Harry puffs out, trying to catch his breath as he hands the driver two hundred dollar bills and closes the door behind the two of you.

He turns back to you as soon as the driver starts to pull away, his hands immediately cupping your cheeks and you have to fight off the smile threatening to make your cheeks hurt as you pull away from him, threading your fingers through his.

“Come on, H. Let’s get upstairs first.” You giggle, tugging him behind you but he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, nearly tripping on the train of your dress as he kisses up the back of your neck.

“Don’t know if I can wait that long.” He breathes, his voice just the right amount of raspy to make your knees go weak.

As soon as the two of you cross the threshold, you’re a flurry of limbs and stupidly expensive clothing. He unzips the skirt of your dress and you quickly step out of it, reconnecting your lips as quick as possible as you push him back towards his bedroom. You nearly trip on a pair of his shoes in the doorway as you shuffle around blindly before he pushes you onto the bed and his hands find the zipper of his pants.

You can’t even describe the noise that squeaks out of your mouth as his pants fall in a heap at his ankles and he’s left standing in front of you in nothing but that black lace body suit? You can see the blush creeping on his cheeks as he tries to cover himself, but you’re completely enamored by the sight of him, all of him, completely nude, only concealed by a thin veil of lace. Some switch inside you flips as you continue gnawing on your bottom lip, your eyes raking over him from head to toe.

He kneels on the edge of the bed, crawling on all fours to get to you but you find yourself sitting up and pushing him against the mattress instead. Your lips find his instantly as your hands grab each of his forearms and pin him against the bed. He gasps in surprise, a startled whimper escaping his mouth as you sit yourself on top of him, already painfully hard and hypersensitive.

You pull away from him and nearly moan over the sight of him sprawled out underneath you, his irises blown out and his lips so pretty pink and perfectly swollen from your rough kissing. His chest is heaving underneath you, his eyes wild and his hair already fully wrecked.

“Ties,” You pant out, letting your hands roam his body over the thin layer of lace separating you from his skin, “Where do you keep them?”

“Um, in the closet, I’ll get them-“

“Don’t you move a muscle.” You instruct, carefully climbing off him and retreating to his closet.

You come back with the necessary supplies to make the image in your head a reality and he’s nervously sitting up on his elbows, his hands resting perfectly on his slender waist. Just the sight of him is making your mouth water as you cross the room to him and he gulps, meeting your eyes.

“What are you-“

“Do you trust me?” You ask seriously, cupping his left cheek with your hand.

“Of course.” He says nervously, his eyes searching yours for any indication of what you’re planning.

“Good,” You smile, climbing back onto the bed and straddling him once again, “If you want me to stop, just say so.”

“Y/N-“ He warns.

“Shhhh,” You laugh, assuring him with a kiss, “Remember when we talked about, spicing it up?”

His eyes go wide before settling back down, his hips twitching underneath you as he recounts the conversation the two of you had earlier this week. You know that although he’d never admit it, he’s just as excited and wound up as you are.

“If that’s what you want,” He smirks, “Then do it baby, have your way with me.”

It’s just five words, five simple words that throw every atom of your body into a frenzy. Suddenly you’re reaching for his discarded ties at the foot of the bed and climbing back on top of him with all of them laid out on his chest. His eyes are wide with anticipation as you grab the three silk ties and get to work on roping his hands to the headboard. However, you change courses at the last second, instead deciding to tie his hands together over his head with one tie, leaving the other two. His eyes are trained on you as you knot the fabric around his hands, wincing slightly as you pull it taut.

“Easy babe, easy,” He laughs, “I never pull it that tight on you.”

“You really do talk too much, you know that?” You smirk, deciding quickly what to do with the second silk tie.

He opens his mouth to speak again and you surprise even yourself as you pull the silk tie taut between your hands and shove it in his mouth, silencing him. He nearly chokes in surprise as you tie it off, effectively gagging him.

“I thought you liked to hear me,” He mumbles against the fabric, “Always telling me to-“

“Not tonight,” You grin, cutting him off, “Tonight, I want to hear you whimper.”

He gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat and his hips instinctively bucking up into nothing, straining for any kind of contact he can get. He shuts his eyes with a grimace, puffing out a few breaths before they peel back open and you’re nearly taken with just how fucked out he looks already.

“Just one more thing.” You smile, grabbing the last silk tie and covering his eyes, knotting it loosely.

His breathing is quickening by the second the longer he’s deprived of his senses. His hands are twitching, repeatedly balling into fists and flattening back out in some effort to feel in control. You lean down to him, sponging your lips against his neck and he shudders, his breath getting caught in his throat. You rut your hips against him just once to test the waters and the strangled noise that erupts from his throat makes your stomach flip in the best way.

“Y/N, please-“He begs.

“Shhhh,” You scold once again, “Whimpers only please.”

You can’t see his eyes but you’re sure he’s rolling them just as you climb off of him and cup him in your hand right over the thin lace of his ensemble. He sucks in a sharp breath, a small whine escaping his lips as his hips buck up into your hand, craving more contact. The fabric stretched dangerously thin over his hardening cock is soaked in precum, nearly plastered to him. The sight of him writhing in his pretty little lace ensemble is enough to get off to alone. The body suit might as well be a piece of finely handcrafted lingerie the way it exposes his now hard nipples and hardly fits around his throbbing cock.

“You want me to take this off?” You ask as innocently as you can in the sweetest voice you can muster, twirling one of the ends of the bow around his collar around your finger.

“Mhm, mhm,” He hums desperately, “Please.”

You bite your lip to stifle your quickened breath as the begging words slip from his gagged mouth and climb down the bed to unbutton his body suit. You undo the three black buttons that match the ones down his back perfectly and he nearly whimpers in relief as you tug the sweaty, sticking fabric away from him and after unbuttoning the back and untying his collar, over his head. He sighs out in relief as his cock smacks against his stomach, his head nearly purple and leaking precum down his shaft.

“Better handsome?” You ask sweetly, stripping out of your bustier and swinging your leg back over his waist.

He nods aggressively, making sure you can see, his hands still twitching in their confines above his head. You almost laugh at just how wound up he is, nearly shaking from anticipation of you finally sinking down onto him but surely he’s going to have to wait a bit longer for that.

You lower yourself onto him but definitely not in the way he’s begging you to. You tease your entrance with him, making him gasp for air and writhe beneath your touch before you’re sliding yourself up and down his shaft. He’s immediately quivering, his hands thrashing against their confines and the sweetest strangled noises erupting from his throat.

“Y/N! Please! Enough, enough, please!” He begs, choking around the gag still situated in his mouth, his hips bucking up into you craving more friction.

You lean forward and slide the blindfold off his eyes, relishing in his blown-out irises and the wild look in his gaze. His eyes squeeze shut as you drag yourself along him again and he bites down on the gag in his mouth, whining in the back of his throat. You cup his cheek in your hand, running your thumb over his flushed skin making his eyes flutter open. He looks so pretty like this, his wide doe eyes and swollen pink lips fighting against the black silk in his mouth, his chest heaving and his body squirming trying to lean into your touch. You lock eyes with him as you grind down onto him and nearly moan out when his eyes roll back in his head in the most delicious way.

“Fuck!” He whimpers against his gag, squeezing his eyes closed once again, “Cum, I’m gonna cum!”

You cease your movements immediately wanting to drag this out as long as you can muster and he cries out, single tears spilling over as he desperately tries to rut himself against you. You wipe the droplets away and lean down to sponge kisses all over his face and down his neck. You lick stripes up his chest, running over his nipples and making him shiver when you blow cool air over them. He’s restless, his legs curling up and straightening back out again, his thighs flexing, chest heaving, small nearly inaudible whimpers pouring from his mouth as he sits teetering on the edge of his orgasm.

“Is my handsome man doing alright?” You ask carefully, knowing full well that his ego would never let him tap out this easily.

“Mhm.” He nods, clenching his teeth over the gag in his mouth.

You hardly give him a second to regain his composure before you reach behind yourself and grab him in your hand, making him lurch. He’s drenched and throbbing, soaked in precum and the wetness from between your thighs. You stroke him gently, not wanting to push him over the edge too quickly. He jolts as soon as your thumb traces over his head, his back arching off the bed and his eyes rolling back once again as he nearly chokes on the throaty moan that escapes his lips.

“Doing so good,” You coo, continuing your painfully slow assault, “Listening to me.”

He nods, shaking his head vigorously and you decide to take to the knot on the side of the silk tie gagging him. You unknot the fabric and toss it behind you, immediately leaning forward to seal your lips to his. He moans against your lips as you take him in your hand once again, but this time you’ve done just about as much teasing as even you can take.

You sink down onto him and the garbled mess of strangled noises that erupt from both of your mouths is enough to push you over the edge right here and now. He jolts with every movement you make, his hands thrashing against his restraints and his hips trying desperately to fuck up into you.

“Bleeding hell, I can’t,” He wheezes out, his chest heaving, “God I’m gonna cum, please let me, let me cum.”

You nearly cave in on yourself as his words make a shudder wrack through your body all the way to your toes. You’re desperately holding yourself up with your hands planted on his chest, whines and whimpers falling past your lips just as much as his own. He’s so thick and warm and the way he’s looking at you already supremely fucked out before he’s even orgasmed is more than plenty to rush you over the precipice to your own ecstasy.

“Please,” He says and you assume he’s begging to cum until your eyes flutter back open and he says it again, holding his tied hands out to you, “Wanna touch you.”

You untie him with haste, your skin suddenly aflame waiting for his hands to roam every inch of you. His hands are nearly shaking as he separates them, balling them in fists and straightening them back out again a few times before grabbing you by the hips and lifting you off of him. You’re stunned to the max, expecting anything but this as he lays you back against the mattress roughly, his fingers immediately tweaking your nipples before his head ducks down to take them in his mouth. You gasp in surprise, your back arching off the bed underneath you as his lips move further south by the second and suddenly he’s eye level with your entrance, his hands still cupping your chest.

“You think that was cute, huh?” He smirks, the soft fucked out little boy you were staring at moments ago nowhere to be found, “You think it’s cute making daddy beg, huh?”

Your stomach does a flip in the most delightful way and you feel your thighs clenching together just from the darkening shift in his tone of voice. He picks up on it immediately, his hands grabbing your thighs crudely and spreading them apart, pinning you wide open to the bed. You whimper at the cold air flooding your warmth and he grins deviously as he finally leans down and takes your sensitive bud into his mouth.

You gasp in pleasure, your hands immediately gripping the sheets beneath you, your thighs threatening to clamp closed around his head, but you know he has you right where he wants you. He licks a stripe right up your center, his eyes rolling back in his head as he groans in appreciation, lapping up the arousal spilling down your inner thighs.

“Harry!” You squeak, trying to shove him away, “Harry, stop, I’m gonna cum!”

“Good,” He smirks, licking his glistening swollen lips, “How about I make you cum three times for every time you denied me? That sound fair, sweetheart?”

You can hardly whimper in response, your entire body locking up and threatening to push over the edge at just the suggestion of him making you cum six times.

“Ahem,” He says, clearing his throat, “I said, does that sound fair, sweetheart?”

You nod your head, your hands shaking in their iron tight grip on the sheets, “Yes, yes that sounds fair.”

He leans back over you, roughly grabbing your jaw in his hand and making your breath catch in your throat. His eyes are locked onto yours, a dangerously dark shade of emerald as he furrows his eyebrows and squeezes your cheeks harder.

“Yes, what?” He asks sternly, his words calculated and making your thighs clench.

“Yes, daddy.” You correct yourself, jolting in surprise when he holds your mouth open after you’re done talking and opens his own mouth letting one single drop of spit drip off his tongue and onto yours.

“Atta girl,” He grins deviously, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “Now get on your knees.”

Princess

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: He’s seen her around the campus - a polite and quiet girl, who unmistakably happened to be very close friends with Billy Hargrove. But the more Steve gets to know her, he realizes that there’s a completely different person underneath that shy facade of hers. 

Warnings: smutty content, cursing, fluff, some angst, DADDY STEVE, more than 5k words

A/N: Pure filthy fun and fiction. Enjoy! 

It’s Thursday when Steve Harrington finally shows up to class. His hair is a mess, falling in matted waves against his forehead as he struggles to even out his breathing. Everyone is glaring at him because of his late and abrupt arrival. He leans against the doorframe of the busy classroom, flashing the professor a charming smile as he attempts to casually waltz in.

Steve takes the empty seat beside you, pulling out the chair with a sharp screech that makes him comically cringe. You look over to him, smiling shyly as he scoots closer to the edge of the table. He meets your gaze, returning a tight-lipped smile in your direction before he takes out his notebook and pen, scribbling nonsense as the class picks up again.

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Lockscreen Tells All

Summary: Peter gets a glimpse of how you see him through the lens and it opens up how you both truly feel. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

This is a part of @blissfulparker‘s writing challenge to celebrate 5k! 

The bell rang and the class around you transformed from dutiful students to heathens fighting to get out the door first. Patiently, you and your best friend MJ waited for the rest of your classmates to leave before gathering your belongings.

“Are you still cool with sleeping over this weekend, Y/N?” MJ asked as you two walked up to your side-by-side lockers.

“Absolutely! I’ve been so busy lately. It’s like all of the school events happen in the last month of school. Principal Morita has had me booked solid taking pictures.” You were shoving books in your locker aimlessly as tiredness was settling in your bones.

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let me be a blue raft on a blue sea

i’ll blend right in

FOR THE EVENT: aki hayakawa/close pleaseeee

CLOSE

FEATURING: aki hayakawa!

WARNINGS: choking, a lil suggestive… o_O

PROMPT: person a and person b find themselves unexpectedly close to one another.

LINK TO EVENT!

“aki.”

the tall devil hunter gave you an unresponsive hum as his long, slender fingers threaded through ebony locks.

“aki.”

“what.”

he still wasn’t paying attention to you.

heaving a sigh, you slid off of your seat and made your way over to the towering man who was fixing his mussed up hair in the mirror.

“aki hayakawa.” you slipped your arms underneath his shoulders, reaching up to his neck and grabbing his loosened tie.

perching your chin on his shoulder, you gazed at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror as you slowly slid the knot of his tie up to his neck to tighten it, inch by exhilarating inch.

oh, aki was paying attention to you now.

you could feel his adam’s apple bob underneath your soft lips as you pressed a light kiss to his vulnerable neck, never breaking eye contact with his reflection.

the tie was already more than tight enough, but this was too good.

you spotted something akin to panic flicker inside of aki’s dark, brooding eyes as you continued to slide the knot higher and higher and higher.

his entire body was rigid as he rasped out, “(y/n).” his fearful gaze pleaded with yours in the mirror.

“aki.” the thickest part of the tie nearly touching his chin, you stroked the side of his sharp jawline with your thumb, admiring his reddening face in the mirror and letting out a sultry giggle. “oops, too tight.”

you figured he deserved some sort of grace from you, but he was ignoring you in the first place. so he still needed some punishment.

grabbing hold of his sturdy shoulders, you spun him around until the two of you were face to face. you slid your hands tantalizingly down his toned chest, admiring the firm muscles underneath his white dress shirt before slipping his silk tie in between your fingers once again.

you were drunk off of his vulnerability. the way he begged with his eyes, pleading for you to free him from his constraints. his quiet, strained groans as he tried to maintain his composure while he slowly grew asphyxiated.

it was intoxicating.

raising your eyebrows suggestively, you placed two hands around the thick knot of fabric underneath his chin. as a tiny reward for his patience, you pressed a lingering kiss on the tip of his sharp jawline, just shy from his needy lips.

“ngh… (y/n). enough.” he warned, yet it was so hard to take him seriously as the leash was in your hands, not his.

you clicked your tongue in disapproval. “tsk, i’m the one in control here, hayakawa-san.” your dancing fingers trickled down to the knot just inches away from your face. you moved your challenging gaze up to aki’s, whose brows were furrowed in pain, annoyance, and.. restraint. “well, shall we?”

“hah…” he squeezed his eyes shut. “yes, please.”

a smirk spread across your playful lips at his desperation. “good boy,” you whispered, fingers working to swiftly loosen the knot.

as soon as you did, a strong hand grabbed the back of your head, tugging your hair back as gasping lips pressed against yours.

you see, aki wasn’t only begging for oxygen, he was begging for your lips.

those slender fingers that were once running through his ebony hair were now traveling up your collarbone to your neck. a startled gasp escaped your throat as his grip became vice, his lips moving to growl into your ear.

“now it’s my turn to shut you up.”

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