#Good to know they broke the fucking weather app too

[justalarryblog]

One Line, Any Fic

My lovely @crinkle-eyed-boo tagged me to do this and I had so much fun!

Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

I must say, as Kim, I also cheated because... context is everything lol!

It's gonna be a bright sunshiny day:

"Woah, hello there! I miss you too." He heard Louis chuckle and then a thump. 

"What are you doing?" 

"I just got home, dropped my bag and took off my shoes, and now," Louis groaned, "I’m on the sofa ignoring everything because I’m too fucking tired." Harry hummed. "What?" 

"Nothing, I just… Nah, nevermind," Harry stuttered and faked a cough. His face was burning.

"Come on, tell me. I want to know!"

tea and rainy day:

“I know, Haz, but didn’t you check the weather app?” Louis tried hard not to laugh at his boyfriend's adorable pout.

"I did," Harry drew, "but I figured I'd make it in time. Stop mocking me; I was just trying to be a good boyfriend."

Love Mends the Pain:

Harry and Louis keep texting each other for the next few days. The model enjoys the fact that Louis is the same Louis he was before, but his fear of one day the journalist turning out to be the same and never having changed continues to haunt him.

He's texting Louis and thinking about everything, barely paying attention to the match on TV. He snaps out of his reverie when he hears Niall say his name commenting on a player.

"Sorry Ni, I wasn’t paying attention,” 

"Of course not, you're always on this goddamn phone! Who are you texting? Is it the journalist you mentioned the other day?"

Lightning Strikes The Heart:

Harry asked Louis how he felt about the chocolate cake after Louis admitted his love for lemon squares, watching as Louis' gaze travelled to his lips and stayed there. Harry smirked slightly, slowly licking the thick chocolate off of each prong of his fork. He knew exactly what he was doing to Louis - if not by the look on Louis' face, then by the overwhelming scent of vanilla that Louis exuded.

"I never really liked how sweet the frosting was," Louis replied, referring to his opinion on the cake, "but I think I am beginning to change my mind."

"Ah, so my cake looks good, then." 

Louis agreed and Harry offered him a piece, watching as Louis savoured it. Harry didn't even try to hide the fact that he too was watching Louis' mouth, fire prickling on his skin when Louis' pointed tongue swept across his pretty pink lips. Harry wanted to devour Louis, to taste Louis for himself, right here where they were. The thought had him stiffening, and he tried his best to control himself, looking away from Louis' mouth and changing the subject.

Take My Heart:

"It's okay, Harry. I just...That's what I always wanted to hear from someone, it was what I always looked for in a relationship and I want it. I want it for me and I want you to have it too, I want to be able to give it to you too " Louis was unable to continue when he felt Harry's lips touch his. He closed his eyes when he felt the policeman's hand caress his face and sighed in return. As soon as he felt the softness of those lips, they were gone.

"Sorry, I-I..." Harry tried to say before getting a kiss in return and feeling Louis' arms wrap around his neck. He allowed himself to taste the apple and cinnamon from the tea he prepared and gave himself up to the kiss in the hopes that Louis could feel everything he was feeling at that moment. When they were out of breath, they broke the kiss, put their foreheads together and smiled at each other.

"As happy as I am right now, I need to go,” Harry said at last.

Work of Magic:

In the picture, there was a woman with long curly hair, red like fire and grey eyes. She was smiling and she was hugging from behind a boy who looked to be about 4 years old smiling. He had straight red hair as the woman and there was another person, a man, but the fire had burnt most of his part in the photo, so they could only identify that he wore a green jacket and plaid shirt.

"Louis?" Liam called his friend worried when he saw the photo and showed it to him. At that very moment, all the doubts that Louis had about everything were over and he felt the blood run out from his body and he began to tremble.

"Liam, let's go to Brighton. Now. Call Niall, go home and pack your things. We’re going to hunt." Louis said decisively. His expression was rigid, his jaw clenched and his eyes were cold. "We’ll meet here in front of the house in half an hour. We’re going in Niall's car." 

Liam just nodded, got up, and headed to the door.

I am tagging: @wabadabadaba @kingsofeverything @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @softfonds @allwaswell16 @greenfeelings @lovingstheantidote @londonfoginacup @haztobegood @laynefaire @evilovesyou

#this was so fun! #thank you for tagging me kim! #game #fic game

[guillemotgiggler]

In my journey of learning more about birds, I've been finding out more about wrens. First of all, let's just acknowledge their Latin name (troglodytes troglodytes). Anyone else picture a cave man wielding a club?

Although wrens are physically about as far from this as it can get, there's no denying they are a tough lot, based on previous encounters with them.

There was the time we rescued a shocked but healthy fledgling from the paws of death and drove an hour to Coventry on a Sunday evening to leave it in the capable hands of a bird sanctuary. Yep.

And then there was the time we had a wren in our kitchen.

There was a summer a few years ago where it was so hot we had to take a shower three times a day and no-one wanted to leave the house because that meant putting clothes on. In this weather we were attempting to pack for our summer holiday (yes the weather then broke and it rained heavily throughout). It was as my partner took his second shower of the day that I realised there was a wren on the floor in the kitchen with a very interested cat.

By the time I'd realised this, the wren was no longer on the floor as it had zoomed in the direction of the cupboards. Cat promptly removed. Now it was time to play hunt the wren. I called my partner out of the shower and we searched high and low. Had it got in the air vent somehow? It was nowhere to be seen. In my usual way of leaping to the worst case, I began panicking that we were going to come back from our holiday to find a dead wren which had slowly roasted in the sauna that was our kitchen.

As my partner stood on the sink, sweating heavily (what a futile shower...) and examining the grease on the top of the cupboards, we stopped talking and heard a gentle tapping:

*Tap tap*

"I think it's coming from...."

*tap tap*

"...the window".

Eventually we realised the dazed thing was trapped between the pot plants and the window. With completely fake confidence, I thrust a tea towel at my partner and explained he would have to gently cover it and carry it outside.

This he surprisingly managed and carefully released it onto the fence post. The wren took about five seconds to stare around him, calculating his abrupt change of fortunes, before flying straight off as fast as possible.

Since this experience, wrens have been pretty hard to spot in our garden. I am pretty good at identifying their song now and I can safely say we have atleast one wren in the nearby trees and he is not shy in voice. There are hundreds more over the road in our secret little reserve . But it's tricky to catch them in person. I think word must have got around the wren community about the 'death house'. However, as our cat has got older and lazier, I have noted a brownish ball grubbing around at the back of our garden (eat all the spiders you want, little friend, that's fine by me).

Anyway, all this brings me to their birdsong.I recently downloaded the BirdNET app and it's an absolute revelation. For months I've been wishing there was a way for me to learn to identify all those common bird calls. With this app I can not only identify them, I can watch the call on screen and learn the visual soundwave too (FYI robins have the most incredible range of tunes! How did I not know this?!). Wrens have an unmistakeable song pattern, loud and proud and the visual pattern is unique.

I imagine it goes something like this:

" Yeah you can hear me, but there's no fucking way I'm going to let you touch me again"

#eurasian wren #birds #birdtherapy #cats #tough guy #birdsong #troglodytes

[nctsworld]

two nights, one you

✩‌ jaemin ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌|‌ fuckboy!jaemin | strangers (who f*ck) to (brief) enemies to lovers | ‌10.9k 

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ a last-minute one night stand gone awry is extended into two nights when you’re snowed in at the cute (but rude) stranger’s apartment on christmas eve. [loosely based on the movie, two night stand] // part of the x-mas in ncity collection  GENRES ⇾ crack | smut | fluff  WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌lots of bickering and dialogue, smut, oral s*x (f and m receiving), fingering, mentions of alcohol/drinking, swearing, bit of angst before the end, jaemin’s an asshole... or is he? RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ explicit TAGLIST ⇾‌ @infnteen​ 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇾ it’s late (and long fsldkm), srysry but here it is! i hope the humour comes out in this and look away if falls flat zzz fingers crossed that i can finish the last two installments for this collection asap! 

⇾ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

Maybe it’s because it’s the evening of Christmas Eve Eve and you’re feeling more lonely than usual.

Maybe it’s due to the two glasses of wine you guzzled down in the span of fifteen minutes that get you buzzed.

Maybe it’s your prominent six-month dry spell and you’re in desperate need for some much needed rain in your drought.    

Or maybe it’s just pure impulsiveness.

Regardless of the reasons, you’re aiming to get laid tonight.  

It’s 9:45pm as you make the rounds on Tinder. You’ve used it in the past, searching for a relationship in vain, but haven’t used it much since you broke up with your last partner. Bringing the app alive again, you’re already bombarded by distasteful messages, off-putting one-liners and jokes, and swiping left more than you’d like.

You haven’t had a one-night stand before, but isn’t there anyone on here that is just a little bit attractive, nearby where you are, around your age, and is somewhat chivalrous about the topic besides saying DTF? Maybe you need to lower your standards if you want to get dicked down tonight.

But then, you land on him.

One Na Jaemin, 20 years old, and only four miles away from you.

Scrolling through his profile pictures and Instagram feed, you assume that he’s into photography, is on the athletic side from the various hobbies he partakes in, and he must be at least half-aware of his beauty because there’s the occasional pic that shows off his lean, toned arms, which, if you can be frank, is more flattering than the shirtless ones you constantly see. Oh, and he attends the same university as you.

The cherry on top? His bio is simple and upfront:

“Not up for anything serious, but always down for a good time ;)”

You swipe right without hesitation.

“It’s a Match!” flashes instantly at you. Your mouth swings open in disbelief.  

Usually, you’d wait for your matches to message you and play hard-to-get, but not tonight. Tonight, you’re initiating and leading all the conversations, completely driven by your thirst.  

Messaging Jaemin is a breeze. He types with more than half a brain, and he flirts, but it isn’t overwhelming or repulsive. Segueing the current topic, you drag your bottom lip upward as you send the following message:  

so, hypothetically... if one were to have good time with you would tonight work?

Not even twenty seconds later and he replies with:

-wow, dont you go straight to the point -im impressed -but yeah -tonight works ;)

He’s quick to send his address.

-let me know when ur here and ill come get you out front!

Smacking your lips together, you squeal to yourself in the comfort of your home, excited to meet with him, but then a thought hangs over you—this feels a little too good to be true. Horrible scenarios run through your head, so your fingers dash across your phone’s keyboard:

tbh i haven’t really done this b4 so im kinda new to this is it ok if we video call or smth? gotta make sure you’re real and not a serial killer i’m sure you understand 😛

-for sure for sure -totally get it -ive had my fair share of fake girls and serial killers so i feel u 😛

Grateful for his consideration, you rush to rearrange your hair after you send him a Zoom link, hoping you look decent enough to not have him back off from his initial offer. He appears in the video call on his phone with the front-facing camera on a few seconds after you connect.

“Hi,” you chirp.

A corner of his mouth lifts. “Hey.”  

Okay, he’s definitely cuter in real-time than in his pictures.  

“You know, I’m not gonna lie, but I lowkey expected to see a dick or something,” you joke in an attempt to dispel your nervousness.  

“Same,” he chuckles, running a hand through his black hair.

Oh God, he’s not just cute—he’s devastatingly gorgeous.

“So, this is my place...”

Jaemin moves around with his apartment in the background, revealing his living room first. Envy prods you as you note the brick walls, high ceiling windows, and well-appointed furnishings.

Recalling his address, you ask, “How’d you get a place in the heart of the city?”

“Lucked out,” he shrugs. His phone shakes a bit as he’s still moving. “My friend slash roommate—who is at his girlfriend’s place tonight, so we have the place all to ourselves—his parents own the condo and they gave me a friend discount on the rent.”

He finally stands in one place and turns the light on to reveal a room. “And this is my bedroom.”

Nothing out of the ordinary. A desk table with a gaming set-up, in tow with a gamer chair, and a decently-sized bed beside a nightstand.

“Oh, and here’s my closet.” Jaemin’s on the move again as he opens his closet doors. “Just to make sure you don’t think I hide the skins of my past one-nighters in here.”

A bubbly laugh rises from you. “Okay, I didn’t think of that before, but now you’ve planted the seed in my head. Maybe you hide them in the other rooms.”

“Nah, my roommate would kill me if I did.”

Both of you laugh in unison, and you bob your head with puffed cheeks.  

“Okay, it all seems very promising. I’m going to get ready and I’ll guess I’ll see you in a bit, Jaemin.”

“Sounds good,” Jaemin nods, then winks. Although you’re sitting down, he’s still able to get you weak in the knees. “See you soon.”

You end the call and rush to bundle up for the snow starting to come down outside. A twenty-minute train ride later, you’re at the front door of a rustic, industrial apartment complex. After informing Jaemin you’re outside, you glance up at the snowflakes falling from the dark pink-grey sky, anticipating for what comes next.

Sex with a hot guy, what can go wrong?  

So, you must’ve jinxed it because the sex is...  

Unsatisfying. Finished faster than you’d like it to be. Sadly, overall disappointing. If you had to rate it, three out of five stars, at best.

But hey, he came, and you sort of did, and it wasn’t the worst sex you’ve ever had. It half-quenched your dry spell.

And enough happened that it tired you out, leaving you passed out in the handsome stranger’s bed until morning.

In the morning, your eyes slowly flicker, unused to the foreign, sweet scent engulfing you in your bed. Correction: Jaemin’s bed.

Your eyes flicker faster as you glance through the almost wall-sized window. The snow hasn’t let up from last night. On the contrary, it seems like it’s snowing non-stop. You groan at the thought of going home in this weather.

The bed is without Jaemin’s presence as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. 10:36AM and a few notifications greet you. You rub your eyes and start combing through them, rising upward to sit up on the bed.

“Morning. You’re finally up.”

Peering up from your device, Jaemin’s standing by the door with folded arms. His plain sweater and sweatpants match the colour of his hair. The dazzling smile he gives is so contagious, you’re not even conscious of catching one too.  

“Out you go.”

You blink.

Once, twice, and then you tilt your head as you stare blankly at him, uncertain if you heard him correctly.

After a few moments, because you’re not moving an inch, his smile dissipates and he cocks an eyebrow in expectancy. A serious expression rolls over his face.  

Suddenly, Jaemin strolls to the side of the bed and hitches his thumb towards the door.

You definitely heard him right.

And he’s dead-serious.

You replay the video call from last night, dissecting how you thought he was nice and funny and—

Realization dawns on you.

Why would you expect anything more from a two-faced fuck boy?

Still awestruck by the situation, you’re still solid as a statue, so Jaemin takes matters into his own hands and grasps you by your elbow, casually dragging you from his bed like he’s taking out the trash.  

“What the fuck?!” you screech.

“C’mon, let’s go. Out out.”

“My clothes, though!” you protest in the middle of the hallway. He sighs in frustration, scurries to the bedroom, and returns with a small pile in his arms, then continues to drag you to the front door.  

“Are you always this pleasant with your guests the morning after?” you rage, putting on the rest of your clothes by the door. “You don’t even have the decency to offer me tea or coffee?”

“This was a one-night stand, not a bed and breakfast, sunshine,” he says as he watches you put your shoes on. He’s folding his arms again and leaning against the wall, his attitude dripping with smug. If he wasn’t a stranger, you’d punch it off his face. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were new to this, huh?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“It means you’re a borderline virgin who needs to toodle-loo, get going and gone because you’re overstaying your welcome as we speak.”

Finishing putting on your coat, you’re fuming as your jaw hangs at the personal jab over your skills in bed. Jaemin swings the door open and shoves you through it.

“But I’ll admit, it was still nice having sex with you!” he chimes with a sickening grin and a hand on the door.  

“Aw, thanks asshole, wish I could say the same,” you sarcastically reply, resting a palm upon your chest.  

He scoffs. “From what I heard last night, I think I can confidently say that you had a great time.”

Flashbacks replay in your mind of your screaming fest from underneath him. Little did Jaemin actually know—

“You know, for someone who I assume has many one-night stands,” you spit with squinted eyes. “I’m surprised you can’t tell when girls fake it.”

You must’ve hit a sore spot because he grinds his teeth and you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

Oh yeah, you’re definitely the winner in this fight.

“Okay, you know what, Merry Christmas and fuck you. Have a great life!”

“Fuck you, dickface. Wishing you a miserable Christmas!”

With a bitter smile, you flip him off as he slams the door in your face.

Carrying a basket filled with dirty clothes, Jaemin’s on the way down to the laundry room in the basement of his apartment with his shoulder scrunched up, squeezing his phone to his ear.

“Bro, she had the audacity to say that I didn’t make her come when she was screaming my God damn ear off—”

As he steps down the short flight of stairs and passes by the foyer area by the main entrance to the building, he notices you’re still here.

“Shit, uh, Jeno,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna have to call you back.”

He stuffs his phone into the pocket of his sweats and calls out to you as he strides closer. “Are you resorting to stalking me by my front door now?”

With crossed arms, you peer over your shoulder, eyes full of bitterness.

“Like I wanna be anywhere near you right now,” you grumble. You jerk your head towards the thick, wooden door. “It’s jammed from the snow.”

The laundry carrier shakes his head and places the basket onto the floor. “A little snow never hurt anyone. You’re probably just too weak.”

Stepping aside and holding out an arm, you signal for him to give it a try.

Jaemin twists the handle and, lo and behold, it doesn’t open. His forehead crinkles as he tries again and again, using more force each time.

Glancing through one of the partially frosted windows adjacent to the sides of the door, he notices the snow has piled enormously high, almost to the height of his chest.

“Well, shit.”  

Reluctantly, Jaemin brings you back to his apartment. You’re technically his guest and if he left you in the foyer to freeze, trouble would surely come his way, whether it be in the form of his landlords (also known as his roommate’s parents) or the police.

Without a word, he settles a spoon in a bowl, a carton of milk, and a box of cereal onto the small kitchen table.

At first, you stare at it venomously in rejection, thinking you can easily last a day without any hand-outs from this son of a bitch, but your stomach roars ferociously three seconds later.

As you chew across from him, you enjoy the company of your phone over him, while he does the same but with a cup of coffee in hand.

After finishing your food, you adamantly place your phone down and lean back into the chair, boring holes into his head.

“Why are you such an asshole?” you seethe observantly.

“Why are you such a bitch?” he retorts, not pulling his gaze away from his phone.

“Because you started it,” you say slowly, stating the obvious.

“No, you.”

You sigh defeatedly at his childish behaviour. The weather apps predict the snow will (hopefully) die down by tomorrow morning, thus you’re officially stuck with him for the next twenty-four hours or so. Your hands rake through your hair.

“Whether we like it or not, the snow isn’t going away until tomorrow. Merry Christmas Eve to us, I guess.”

He’s still glued to his phone. You exhale another sigh.

“Since we’re not getting out of this until then, can we just...” You soften your voice. “Start over?”

His eyes are still on the screen, but from the way his shoulders tense and how he stops scrolling, you know he’s considering your proposition.

“At least call a stalemate over this.” You drift your hand in the air, gesturing between you and him.

Blowing out air and shaking his head, he rests his phone onto the table.

“Fine.”

He crosses his arms, imitating you, and the two of you sit there, staring at each other in a long silence.  

One minute, to be exact.

You’re the one to break the silence game by running your hands over your face, letting out a hybrid of a groan and laugh.

“God, the fact that we had sex makes this kinda awkward, huh?”

Jaemin’s exterior melts slightly, letting out a snicker. He shrugs, “Then let’s just pretend that we didn’t have sex.”

“We can’t just pretend that we didn’t have sex,” you say, holding two upturned palms near your face.

“We did it, it’s done. I’ve seen your penis, you kicked me out, and you labelled me a prude—” You dart a finger towards him. “—which I am far from, by the way. All of those are pretty huge things.”

One of the corners of his mouth raises high. “Are you saying my penis is huge?”

“No, the implication of said penis is huge. Wipe that smirk off your face.”

He stretches an arm, holding an imaginary microphone to your face. “Do you deny that my penis is huge?”

Rolling your eyes, you swat his fist away. “What am I, on trial here?”

“Do you plead the fifth then?”

Annoyed, you roll your eyes again. Why do you get the feeling that you’re probably going to be doing this a lot more today? Another feeling tells you that if you don’t answer his question, he’ll probably pester you until you do.

You tilt your head side to side. “It’s... decently sized.”

“Bigger or smaller than average?”

“Perfect...” His eyes light up. “...ly average.” And a frown rolls over.

He squints his eyes accusingly at your sneer. “Are you lying like you did before about faking it?”

You scoff. “I wasn’t lying about faking it, and I’m not lying now about your average sized dick.”

Jaemin releases a disgruntled grumble and lifts his cup to his face. You notice he likes to take his coffee black and bitter, presumably like his heart.

“So, Miss I’m-Not-A-Prude-and-I’ve-Definitely-Had-Sex-Before.” His eyebrows perk up on the word definitely. “What’s your story? Why the last minute one-night stand?”

Shrugging your shoulders to your ears, you reply, “Haven’t had sex in a while.”

“When’s the last time you had sex?” he asks mid-sip.

“Half a year ago,” you respond nonchalantly, perching your chin into your palms.

Jaemin immediately chokes, almost spraying the coffee through his nose.

“Half a year?!” he gasps. It takes him a few hits to his chest to dispel the coughing. “Six months?!”

“Wow, you can count!” you exclaim in a condescending tone. You change the position of your hands so that your chin is now atop of the back of your curled fingers and tilt your head. “Can you also spell?”

“As a premed student, I can assure you that I am capable of doing both,” he says with a slight strain due to the coughing fit. The humble brag brings on another eye roll. Of course he’s a premed student with the attitude he wears.

“It’s just—” He clears his throat and swallows the last bit of coffee stuck in his windpipe. “—The last time I had a dry spell was for like, a month, tops.”

So the fuckboy gets laid way more on the daily than you expect. You’re torn between being envious over how much action he gets in comparison to you, or remorseful, since you’re now just one of the many notches on his bedpost.

No matter, sarcasm is always the best defence mechanism.

“Good for you, Jaemin. I’m sure you’re very proud of that.”

There’s an awkward beat. His head hangs for a moment while his thumbs stroke the sides of his cup. A strange pinch of guilt occurs. Did you overstep an unspoken line? But then he drags himself back to reality in a heartbeat.

Jaemin brings the cup to his mouth again, mumbling, “At least the sex on your part makes more sense now; you’re rusty as fuck.”

Completely aware of what he said, you trash your guilt entirely and narrow your eyes. “What did you just say?”

Following a long sip, he hums, “Mmm, nothing.” Soon after, he stands up with his cup.

“I’m gonna go game now. Feel free to watch Netflix on the TV and stay in the living room.”

As if you had anywhere else to go...  

He begins to walk towards his room as you mutter under your breath, “I’m not a dog.”

“Says the bitch,” he pipes up, taking you by surprise.  

“Thought we had a stalemate?!” you shout, leaning your head forward as you watch him entering his room.  

“Doesn’t mean we’re on peaceful terms!” he sing-shouts.

The flinging of the closed door echoes throughout the apartment.

Regret surges through you. You just had to choose a fuckboy fluent in assholery and end up incidentally being isolated with him during a snow storm on Christmas Eve.

You wonder if you can handle being around him for the next twenty-four hours without killing him first.

During the afternoon, you’re on the living room couch, playing a show as mostly background noise while you’re on your phone. At one point, your phone unsurprisingly begins to die and you tread over to Jaemin’s door to ask for a charger and if you can also take a shower. He’s still annoyed by your existence, but at least he hands you a charger and lets you know where the extra towels are.

Stepping into the living room with the towel in your hand as you dry your hair off, you peer out the large living room window and see nothing but white engulfing the streets and buildings as far as the eye can see.

You pray the snow will eventually stop as soon as possible so you can head back home.

By the middle of the afternoon, Jaemin emerges from his bedroom and shocks you by plopping down on the opposite end of the living room couch from where you’re sitting.

“Bored?” you ask, eyes fixated on the TV screen.

“Nope,” he replies, popping the p as he says it. His slings his arm around the top of the couch.

“Gotta keep an eye on you in case you do something.” Turning away from the screen, he faces you and motions circles with his hand. “You’ve got a little crazy in you, I can feel it.”

You quickly glance over at him, but try to refocus on the TV. “Need I remind you that you’re the crazy one, dragging me out of the apartment right as I woke up.”

That compels him to turn his whole body towards you. “Well, you’re the one who wanted a last-minute one-night stand.”

You match his stance. “As if I’m the first girl in your bed to stay in the morning?”

“Actually, yeah.” He aggressively tilts his head to one side. “Most girls leave before I even get up. The other percentage don’t fight me when I ask for them to go, so it looks like you’re the odd one out.”  

You press your lips together, refusing to admit that maybe he has a point, under the assumption that he’s telling the truth.

Jaemin twists his body back to the screen and adds, “I make it very clear on my profile that I don’t do morning afters, sweetheart.”

And you agree that his profile is clear about his intentions, but that doesn’t mean you can condone his shitty behaviour.

“Well, sorry that I expected just an ounce of respect instead of getting kicked to the curb after you stuck your dick in me,” you grumble, shifting back to the show and crossing your arms.

“Morning afters lead to attachments, and attachments lead to feelings, and feelings lead to relationships,” he says the string of words clinically, as if it’s a mantra that he lives by.

Your eyebrows knit together as you whip your head towards him once more, studying him.

“And what’s so wrong with that?”

Deliberately averting your gaze, Jaemin grates his tongue between his teeth, a slight tsk audibly heard, and his chin juts out. There’s definitely a story behind his ways. He huffs and changes the subject.  

“Seriously?” He holds a hand out. “You’re watching this trashy show?”

Squinting your eyes at him, you could probably interrogate him further, but you decide otherwise.  

“It may be trashy,” you concur, looking at the TV. “But it’s my trashy comfort show.”

Following an over-the-top acted out scene between the show’s main love interests, Jaemin shoots up from the couch.

“Yeah, no, I can’t handle this. Can we either put on something else or game or something?”

“Why don’t you go back to your room to game, Mr. I’m-Not-Bored?”

“Like I said, I gotta keep an eye on you,” he says while bending over in front of the TV, already setting up the Playstation. He tosses you a controller as he strides to his side of the couch again.

He mumbles to himself, “Need to make sure you don’t go crazy from the lack of human interaction.”

Either Jaemin is selfish and only looking out for himself, or he wants to make sure you’re not feeling lonely in a stranger’s home.

Likely the first reason, you deduce—because why would a guy like Jaemin care about a mere one-night stand?

Admittedly, you’re not the best at games, especially at fighting ones. You can comprehend the move lists, but you like to live by button smashing the controller and repeating moves over and over.  

So it’s hilarious when you beat Jaemin every round with your surprisingly fruitful technique.

“Okay, this is bullshit,” Jaemin complains, sticking his tongue out in irritation. His ass is currently being handed to him on a plate again since you’re almost done killing his character off. “You must be lying to me; you have to be a pro player or some shit.”

Jaemin’s health bar is dangerously low as your character jabs his with a sword. He winces out loud and you snicker.

“Why do you think I always lie about everything?! Dude, you have serious trust issues,” you joke before you steal the opportunity to slice his character. One more hit and he’s done for.

“I do not! I just—nooo!”

You rise to your feet and pump your arms in the air, turning in circles in joy over yet another win.

Sulking, Jaemin eyes your little dance from his end on the couch, but as he watches you more, a feeling balloons in his chest. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Finally coming down from your post-win high, you spot an emerging grin from the corner of your eye, making you pause.    

“What?” you eye him suspiciously.

Your suspicion pops the sensation in his chest and, like a fish out of water, his eyes widen and his grin melts away.

“Nothing, uhm.” He ruffles his eyebrows and palms the back of his neck, quickly facing the TV. “Let’s go one more round and then we can switch to another game—”

Suddenly, the TV and surrounding lights switch off. Both of you waver your eyes, anticipating for them to come back on, but they unfortunately don’t.  

Jaemin rushes over to the window. When he swivels his head towards you, his face darkens.

“Looks like it’s at least the whole block. The streetlights are out too.”

Without another word, he dashes to the linen closet and brings back several blankets. He calmly explains that there won’t be heat since it’s connected to the electricity, so it’d be best to keep warm with the extra layers.

Not wanting to scare you, he doesn’t add the fact that due to the huge windows in the apartment, more unnecessary cold air will come in, but you’re already cognizant of it from your own logic and since the remaining heat dissolves rapidly.

You groan and retreat into the massive blanket over your shoulders, turtling your head.

You can’t believe you’re going to fucking die in this asshole’s apartment on Christmas Eve.

On the ends of the couch in your makeshift blanket jackets, both of you attend to your phones for a while.

From what people and the news outlets are saying, it’s not just the block, but the whole city grid is out. You frantically text your friends, giving updates on how you are and half-jokingly telling them that you’re going to die with your dreadful one-night stand. Some time passes and Jaemin tosses his phone  off to one side.  

“Well, since there’s nothing else to do and we should probably conserve our phone batteries—” You glance up at him from your phone and pout. Slowly nodding in agreement, you toss it aside too. “—why don’t we play a game of ‘I’ll-Give-You-Pointers-on-How-to-be-Better-in-Bed’?”

A smile burgeons on his irritatingly handsome face and your eyes roll. At this point, you wonder if the reaction is conditioned into you. “It’ll be my early Christmas gift to you.”

“Wow, so thoughtful, how could I ever thank you?” You drag the blanket closer to your chest in false gratitude.

You think for a serious moment if you really want to go through with this. Hearing Jaemin run his mouth on you unwarranted is already painful, but to give him the go-ahead to do so? Especially criticizing your skills in bed?  

You blow out a sigh, noting the slightly visible cloud. You’re grateful Jaemin has thick, downy blankets.  

Well, if you’re going to die, may as well know what went wrong, right?

“Fine, but if we’re playing this game, we have to say everything honestly and take the criticism we get.” You point a stern finger. “No rebuttals, just acceptance.”

“Wait.” Jaemin crinkles his face in genuine confusion as his hand peeks out from his blanket.

“You have things to criticize about me in bed?”

Your lips tremble before you burst into laughter. Displeasure is on Jaemin’s tight-lipped face as you laugh for a while, almost keeling over in your blanket ball onto the hardwood floor. “How conceited are you, oh, my fucking God?”

He slices his hand through the air. “I’ve never had any complaints—”

“Because you’re too busy focusing on your own orgasm, you selfish dickwad,” you say as your laughter dies down.  

He sits in his snit for a few more moments until he gets over it.

“Fine, fine,” he huffs. Jaemin knows he’s not going to enjoy this, but he’s the one who suggested it. He can’t back out now. “Let’s just get this over with, you go first.”

With your blanket held by your chest, you hop off your end of the couch and shuffle over in front of him where he’s seated. Beaming, you begin.

“Let’s start with foreplay.” Jaemin’s eyes light up with confidence, thinking he’s at least decent with that. You crush his expression as your lips purse and you shake your head.

“Non-existent.”

“What do you mean?! I kissed you as you took off your clothes.”

You stick your free hand out from your blanket, extending your index finger.

“One: you only kissed my lips. You know, there are other parts of me to kiss, like, I don’t know, my neck, my arms, my shoulders.”

You extend another finger. “And, two: it’s weird to not help someone take off their clothes. Like you’re in a super rush to get somewhere or something—”

“We’re fucking!” he cuts in sharply. “This is a one-night stand, not a relationship.”

Closing your eyes and dropping your head, you pinch the bridge of your nose. You sigh in exaggeration.

“Thought we agreed no rebuttals...” you softly sing-say.  

Jaemin’s head sinks a little into his blanket. “Sorry.”

Removing your hand, you shrug. “Maybe there’s some rule that I don’t know about one-night stands, so this could be on me.”

You start to aimlessly tread back and forth in front of him, dragging the blanket along too. “But fuck, foreplay is foreplay for a reason. You work your way up to the heat of the moment and it makes sex much better, regardless if you’re in a relationship with the person or not.”

“Next point.” You stop walking and direct your focus on him. Pointing your finger and looking him dead in the eye, you ask, “Do you know what a vagina is?”

He snorts with a simper. “Uhhh, is this a rhetorical question?”

“No, I’m legit asking,” you say with a raised eyebrow and snarky smile. “Because when you went down on me, all you flicked your tongue at was the outside of it, also called the labia if you didn’t know.”

“I’m premed, of course I—”

“Which is great! But you didn’t go any deeper nor did you go near my clit.”

You thrust your finger again. “Do you also know what that is?”

“Yes...” he groans with the flickering eyelids.

You swipe your arm through the air. “Maybe make use of it, and not only when you go down on girls. Even during sex, touching it is great.”

“And lastly,” you continue. “I’ll be honest here, you have a decent dick.”

Jaemin waggles his finger. “So you were lying before—”

“I wasn’t lying,” you retort firmly. “But anyways, you’ve got the stuff, but why don’t you put it to better use?”

With the following words, you attempt to gesture with your body and execute moves as graphic visuals. Jaemin giggles at the sight.

“Vary the speeds and the angle, don’t just slam it in me and go crazy fast from the get-go. Build up to the climax. Jesus, I couldn’t even get close to coming because you’re like a jackhammer from start to finish.”

When you finally finish, Jaemin’s giggles morph into hollow laughs. Frustration is blatant on your face, pondering if he even absorbed a single word you said.  

After he calms down, he asks, “Are you done?”

You mumble, “Yeah, I think so.”

The two of you switch places. He shuffles onto his feet with his blanket while you sit back on the couch.

Jaemin pulls the blanket across the floor as he ambles. “Okay, your head game is decent—”

“Excuse you, my head game is strong.”

“Uh-uh, rebuttal,” he points out.  

You sigh. Pinching your fingers together, you drag the invisible zipper across your mouth, then wave your hand, allowing him to resume.

“Your head game is decent. You definitely can deepthroat, but—” He mirrors you from before and extends his index finger.

“One: this happened only a few times, but your teeth scraped against my dick, which is why I assumed you were a borderline virgin.”

You fume silently at the accusation, attempting to not speak up with a heap of rebuttals. But he wasn’t wrong—if you teethed on his dick, that’s a classic virgin move.

“But that’s okay, because we already established that you’re just rusty.” Jaemin flashes you a fake comforting smile as he continues to pace. You flash him one back.

“And two—” He holds another finger out. “Don’t be scared to use your hands and stroke me. Give my dick some love. If it’s too wet, just wipe your hands on the bed or something.”

“Okay, duly noted,” you hum. “Next.”

“Don’t be scared to touch me.”

“I touched you so much during—”

He shoots you a glare. You roll your mouth inward, your lips disappearing instantly.

“Your hands were mostly on the sheets, which is hot, but guys like to be felt up too.”

The attractive individual peers up for a second, thinking to himself. “Even hotter when a girl feels herself up during the fucking, but that’s beside the point. Baby steps, just remember to touch the other person.”

Jaemin does a full-stop and faces you.

“And just... don’t fake it.” Distress is evident in his pout. You hate to admit it, but it’s a little cute. He raises an arm and jerks it in the air. “Why do girls fake it?”

“Because guys with egos like you can’t handle criticism,” you reply bluntly.  

“What are we doing, having this conversation, hm?”

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if it didn’t snow in and keep us here together.” You peel a hand away and gesture to the window. “If I walked out of here this morning, you would’ve just fucked the next girl the same.”

He defends himself, “Faking it just feeds our egos.”

“Yeah, well, if I told you afterwards that I didn’t come, what would you do?”

“Try to make you come in other ways?”

Shaking your head, you scoff. “Guys like you aren’t that considerate.”

“You’re right.” He assents, holding his pointer finger against his chest. “Because guys like me aim to please.”

A brilliant thought leaps in his mind and Jaemin gasps. You can only assume bad things from the wicked smile he sends your way.  

“Why don’t we try it again?”

Perplexed, you squint at him.

“Try what again...?”

“Sex,” he says enthusiastically.

You blankly stare at him.

“You’ve gotta be joking,” you deadpan.

“I mean, there’s nothing else to do and it’ll keep us warm.” 

You continue to stare at him until you groan.

“Oh, my God...” Your blanket droops a bit off your shoulders as you drag your palms across your face. “I cannot believe I’m stuck in this snowstorm with you out of all people...”

Sitting next to you, Jaemin persistently reasons with you. “Think of it also as another learning experience for the future partners we’ll have.”

“Yeah, if we don’t die first!” you shriek.

“We’re not going to die,” Jaemin replies in a mocking tone and a dart of his tongue.  

Outside the window, the snow seems to have slowed down, but not by much.  

God, Jaemin better be fucking right because you want to live to see another day.  

“Fine,” you mutter and match his gaze. “But we have to be vocal throughout the whole thing. Say whatever’s on our mind.”

“Fine,” he agrees to your terms. He produces the same wicked smile again. “But can we film it then? So we can study it after?”

You fire him a death glare that melts his face off, even in the frigid atmosphere.

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” he says, waving his hand.

They say that jokes are half-meant true, but you think Jaemin fully meant it. Still in your blanket jackets, Jaemin snags your free hand and leads you to his room.

“You gotta give me credit for trying, though.”

“No.” You shake your head with an unwilling smile creeping on the edge of your lips. On second thought, maybe the joke was a little funny, but you still stand by your opinion that he’s the most annoying person in the world. “I don’t think I will.”

“Thank God Chenle has so many scented candles...”

On the edge of Jaemin’s bed, huddled by the blanket, you watch him light up several large jars, placing them on his nightstand and desk in hopes to brighten the room. It’s already late afternoon, but one could mistaken it for nighttime with the muddy sky due to the snow.

“Is Chenle your roommate?”

“Yeah,” Jaemin answers with a slight shiver, igniting the last candle near the bedside. He removed his blanket when he went to nab the matches and candles. “His girlfriend gets free ones from work, so she always gives him a shit ton, even though he never uses them.”

With a glowing hue against his face, he blows out the match. He makes his way to you, a cocky grin plastered on him, as he says, “Guess we’re making use of them now, though.”

Before you can even respond, Jaemin gets right down to business—sitting beside you on the mattress, he palms your face and drags you in for a kiss. You softly yelp, but immediately reciprocate.

The cover falls off your body as you reach to touch him, fingers drifting over his solid arms.

You don’t want to stroke his large ego, and maybe it’s because you haven’t had anyone else on you in a while, but Jaemin’s kisses are something else.

The cushiony pair of lips always executes enough pressure against your mouth, increasing and decreasing on command in perfect tandem and timing. His hands hover over your waist and the nape of your neck, fingers sinking into your hot skin.  

His mouth trails downward the side of your neck. You crane your head back, indulging in his caresses as soft moans trickle out.

He gently signals for you to recline back and lay onto the mattress, moving the sea of blankets aside. Inclined on his elbow, almost atop of you, his cool fingers glide under your top layers, his thumb stroking against your stomach.

Pulling away from your body, he tugs on the ends of your clothes. You rise from the bed to better the angle for him to discard of them.

The hairs on your skin are standing on end from the frigid air, but you’re too focused on Jaemin’s mouth migrating over your upper arm and your bra-covered chest to care. Without notice, he stuffs a cup of the bra to one side and takes your bosom into his mouth.

Air’s seized from your lungs and your core contracts from the pleasure. Your fingers tug on Jaemin’s luscious locks and his free hand squeezes your unoccupied breast.    

After a few twirls of his tongue and a gentle drawing of his teeth on the pointed tip, he mumbles hotly into your chest while he thumbs your other nipple, “Foreplay still non-existent?”

“It’s better, I guess,” you sigh with fluttering eyes. His chuckling reverberates against your cleavage, a sign of amusement from your obstinacy. A gasp pierces the room as Jaemin repeats his actions onto the other breast.

He aids you in taking off the rest of your clothes and, obviously aware of your goosebumps and shuddering, tells you to get underneath the blankets while he strips himself.

Under the toasty ocean of layers, despite how both of you are bare-boned and how easy it is to jump into the main act, Jaemin purposefully continues to prolong the foreplay. Side by side, your lips meld endlessly; your legs and hands are intertwined in an amorous pretzel.

Jaemin ensures he doesn’t leave any part of you untouched—the pads of fingers virtually graze over every inch of your body. Each grip and drag of his digits sends you in a frenzy. Your chest is pressed into him and your eyes are blinded with desire.

In the back of your mind, you think about how you were right about foreplay working up to the heat of the moment—literally, because you’re dripping, he’s hard, and you two have embraced so much that you don’t need the blankets anymore.  

On the other hand, you wonder if Jaemin was right about skipping foreplay, because with every whisper of each other’s name, the intimacy rises immensely. You don’t know him, and neither him with you, but you’re both freely drowning in one another in a plane beyond the lust.

Although the room’s beginning to smell of a mix of all the scented candles, Jaemin hones in and drinks in your sweet aroma and your entirety behind his hazy eyes and already tousled hair. All of a sudden, one drag of his fingers over a particular sensitive spot on your body makes you giggle.

“I’m ticklish over there.”

“You mean right—” He drums his fingers over the area again. “—here?”

With a toothy grin, he generates more suffering from you and you begin to lively howl. Soon enough, you beg him to stop.

“You’re such an asshat, c’mon, let me live!”

When he ceases, his head hangs over yours and your gazes connect.

The same feeling blooms in his chest from before in the living room.

He gulps as his eyes waver over your face, unknowingly tracing your beautiful features and etching them into his memory.

Your starry eyes. Your glowing aura. Your everything.

You barely register the change in his expression because he quickly tramples on his moment of weakness by kissing you passionately.

Jaemin whips the blankets aside as he lowers himself between your legs. Your eyes are fixated on him, matching his stare, until he starts to devour you by swiping against your lustrous folds. Your back bows, and, following a few more licks, Jaemin makes a point of his knowledge of the vagina by spreading your lips and ravishing your pussy, tongue penetrating deeply.

Rippled moans release in harmony with your undulating chest. You swear you’re getting more wet, too wet, likely making it overwhelming for Jaemin, but he’s eagerly lapping every drop up.  

“How’s that?” he inquires with a grin, hovering over your trembling nether lips. His mouth is evidently glossy, even under the dim lighting.

“Good,” you pant in the most nonchalant tone you can muster up. “Very good-ahhh—”

Jaemin kindly interrupts you by tonguing your clit as he fingers your sex deeply, shattering your fake indifference.

“Move your tongue up more,” you direct, creasing your eyebrows in despair. He follows your direction, and droning moans ensue.

Jaemin’s immersed in your pleasure, but also adding to his own. The more he laps up your wetness, the more he grinds his length against the bed, aching to be inside of you.

Your desire pulses faster, contracting tighter against his fingers, body winding tensely by the second.

“Fuck, Jaemin,” you whine, leaning your head to one side with a parted mouth. “I’m close.”

He draws back and temporarily replaces his tongue with his thumb.

“Good,” he pants, cocking his head to one side. His eyes are filled with determination. “Because I’m not stopping until you come at least two more times tonight.”

You exhale a light laugh. “That’s ambiti-ohgodohgod—”

His tongue works wonders on your clit once more, so much that he has to brace your bucking hips.

Okay, maybe Jaemin did learn a thing or two and actually listened to what you said during your critique.

But now it’s time to demonstrate to him what you’ve learned.

You don’t need much of a break to catch your breath, nor do you want to immediately freeze due to inactivity, so you pull Jaemin in for an intense kiss, tongue dipping into the remnants of your own nectar, then beckon for him to take your former place on the bed.

Perched on the bottom of your feet, you’re on one side of Jaemin, lackadaisically fisting his prominence. After a few strokes, you gradually swallow his inches, keeping in mind to relax your jaw and to not rush in order to avoid any potential teething. You do this to prove yourself worthy of giving head, but also in spite, because you absolutely do not need Jaemin to brand you a virgin again.  

You read his quiet groans and his long fingers running lazily through your hair as a positive sign and advance further.

Carefully, you rest your tongue beneath the underside of his cock and bob your head, licking him until he’s sopping with your saliva. His grip in your hair grows in strength as his length reaches the end of your throat, his groans becoming more and more drawn-out.

A needy whimper leaves him as you suddenly withdraw. Dribbles of your spit follow, and you wipe it off with the back of your hand.  

“How am I doing?” you glow in a pant, lazily stroking the doused shaft.

He simply nods with half-lidded eyes, barely able to look at you. “Yeah.”

You snicker at him in his breathless position, a prickle of pride running through your spine over the fact that you blew his mind as much as you blew his dick.

“Use your words, Jaemin.”

Teasingly, your fingers curl around his blunt head, soothing the sensitive tip and sending jolts throughout him.

“Fuck—” he pulls his bottom lip upward. “Awesome. You’re doing awesome.”

“Anything to critique?”

“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head restlessly. You revel a bit more in having the upper hand on him a little while longer. You grip him tighter and hasten your speed, leaving him gasping for air.

“Am I still rusty?”

“Nope, nope,” he croaks, voice rising to a whine. “Definitely not rusty.”

“You sure?” His cockiness has transferred over to you.

“Yes, yes—fuck, slow down, please,” Jaemin begs.    

Granting his wish, you abate your rhythm and free his inches from your touch.

You wipe your hands on the sides of the bed while Jaemin rummages through the drawer of his nightstand and hastily rolls over the rubber over himself before he prepares to enter the body beneath his.  

Recalling your advice, Jaemin mindfully starts off slow. You sigh blissfully in sync to his thrusts. He adjust himself, attempting another angle, and you draw in air between your teeth.

“There, there—“

Jaemin’s quick-witted and keeps at it, plunging a bit more vigorously. Out of habit, your hands grasp onto the bedsheets, but you wittingly attach them to his frame. Hands grazing his neck, his firm pecs, and his taut muscles.  

“Touch-touch my stomach,” he orders in a hush.

You hands follow through and feel up the flexed valley of his abs. Feeling up evolves into desperate gripping and even the slight dragging of your nails.

“Your abs are so fucking hot,” you state thoughtlessly, eyes eating up the view alongside his cock disappearing in and out of you. “Jesus, fuck.”

“Yeah?” he rasps with that devilish smirk of his. God, you want to smack it off him, but not right now—not when you’re reaching euphoria. “You’re not just saying that?”

Oh, you’ve definitely stroked his ego now, but there’s no turning back. Truth spills from you on a whim.

“You’re a fucking masterpiece,” you gasp acutely.

You’re starting to wither away, yet, as if they have a life of their own, your hands drift away from him and find a new home atop your breasts.

“You make me feel so good, Jaemin...”

Jaemin’s eyes go wide. His mouth hangs at the lewdness of you touching yourself.

“Fuck, holy shit.”

His gaze doesn’t leave your ecstatic face or humming body for a second as you knead your breasts and tweak your nipples between your fingers. Your back arches further when Jaemin deepens his sweet, fulfilling thrusts. He’s holding himself back, not wanting to end this beautiful deed just yet.

The stimulation bursts over your body, both from your own doing and Jaemin’s.  

You plead, “Faster, please, faster.”

And he complies, but he also rubs your bundle of nerves, causing a tight knot in you to build up and your shallow moans transform into heavy screams. You clasp onto his back and claw at the protruding shoulder blades.  

“I’m-I’m—”

You clench, both with your core and your nails digging into him, but Jaemin’s unrelenting, capturing your second peak for the evening.

Instead of coming after you, he shockingly veers lower and closer to you and curbs his pace.

“Was that real?”

You respond with an exhausted nod. Oddly, the smile he shows this time isn’t arrogant, but warm and teetering the line of tenderness. His lips fuse with yours before they stray towards your neck. The passion stews as he sucks your tits, all the while lunging laxly into you.  

With an obscene pop!, Jaemin removes himself from your nubs.

“Ready for the last round?”

His fast thrusts, hitting you precisely in the best spot, cloud your already weakened logic, deterring you from making any response.    

Perspiration is blatant on both individuals. For him, his forehead glistens gorgeously with his damp hair. For you, the back of your bent knees are gluing together. Your bodies are about to pass out, but you both persevere until the end.

As you convulse and perish together in beautiful agony, coincidentally enough, the bulbs in the room and in the streets leap to radiance.

Together, you collapse onto the bed side by side, panting heavily and laughing.

“Told you we weren’t going to die.”

You turn your head to see Jaemin looking at you with a cheeky grin. In retaliation, you stick your tongue out.

By nighttime, it’s finally stopped snowing outside. However, the streets won’t be cleared until morning, at the very least.

But... you’re surprisingly okay with that.

In a turn of events, the sex inexplicably makes the two of you warm up to each other. There still is targeted banter and tension between you, lingering from before, but it’s less hostile and more playful.

During a fancy Christmas Eve dinner of microwavable pizzas, you poke fun at each other’s majors and discuss your respective hobbies in depth, especially his love for photography. Jaemin even asks if he can take a picture of you, claiming that the kitchen lighting actually looks nice on someone for once.  

“Is that how you collect the memory of your one-night stands? Instead of hanging their skins in your closet, you sweet-talk your way and keep all the photos of them?” you joke, referring to the video call from yesterday night. It feels like an eternity ago, but snowstorms tend to do that.

He chuckles behind the camera as he snaps a photo of you scrunching your face cutely.

“Yeah, but you’re the first one who has clothes on,” he says, glancing down at the photo on the camera roll.  

“Ugh, gross,” you cringe and take a sip of tea.

Jaemin doesn’t add anything further. He leaves out the fact that he never keeps any traces of his one-night stands, that you’re the first girl he’s taken a picture of in a while.  

After a few hours of more talking and even some gaming with one another, sleep is much needed. Jaemin offers an extra toothbrush and a sweater and pair of sweats to sleep in. You’re facing each other on his bed, noses almost touching.  

“It’s been a while since I haven’t had sex with a girl before I slept next to them,” he whispers, adjusting himself comfortably. The side of his face rests on his piled hands. “It’s kinda nice.”

You cover your mouth as you yawn, then lay your hand back under your head, reflecting the same position as Jaemin.

“You know, it might be my sleepiness talking, but maybe you’re not the worst person in the world to be stuck with during a snowstorm.”

A lovely chuckle echoes in your ear. “I’m glad you’ve had a change of heart.”

After a few moments, your eyes are fluttering to a close until he softly calls out your name.

“Hm?” you stir awake, but not by much.

“Do you...?”

Jaemin doesn’t know what’s gotten to him, doesn’t quite understand why the defences he built for so long are crumbling down in only a day of knowing you.  

And yet, something urges him to give it a chance.

Blowing out a shaky sigh, he anxiously intertwines his fingers with yours. You hum softly at the action and a small smile blooms on your face.

“Do you want to go on a date with me sometime?”

“Hm?” His question doesn’t take you aback as much as you would be if you were fully awake. But even in your drowsy state, you have quips in hand. “Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, wants to go on a date?”

“Yeah,” he replies gently, brushing your loose hair out of your face.

Another yawn. “I thought you said you don’t want feelings and relationships and all that shit.”

His fingers trace your pretty jawline and shrugs. “One date doesn’t mean we’re going to be in a relationship, I’m sure you know that.”

You pause for a good two seconds, but the two seconds feel like forever for Jaemin.

“Mmm, fine. One date, just one.” You barely hold up your pointer finger. “And only because it’s Christmas tomorrow. ‘Tis the season to be giving...”

Relief washes over Jaemin in the form of a smile. Embracing the blatant feeling in his chest this time, he plants a light kiss on your nose and wishes you sweet dreams, even though you’ve already fallen soundly asleep.  

Sunlight pours over your eyes on Christmas morning.

Déjà vu peculiarly creeps up on you, but the only thing that’s the same as yesterday is waking up in Jaemin’s bed.

He’s next to you this time, deep in his peaceful slumber, instead of waiting for you to leave by his doorframe. The snow has finally stopped, and you think you hear the faint noises of snow plows outside. You inhale deeply and also notice the faded aroma from all the scented candles from last night.

The scenes of yesterday flicker across your mind. The incredible sex. The talking. The dinner. The interlocking of his fingers with yours.

The date he asked you out on.

You stare at him, watching him sleep with a sense of content.

Turning your body, you routinely check your phone, which is charging beside his. You have a slew of Merry Christmas texts from several chats and a few private messages from your friends.

Your attention falls on Jaemin’s phone when it lights up with a notification, likely texts from his friends and family too.

But that’s not what you’re focusing on.

Your heart sinks at the sight of his lockscreen.

It’s a picture of him and a girl kissing.

A twinge emerges in your chest and twists harder and harder.

Jaemin being a fuckboy, you can respect. People can do whatever they want with their lives.

But to cheat?

That’s unforgivable, and a true sin if there ever was one.

You scramble to dash out of there, careful not to make any noises in fear of waking Jaemin up. However, Jaemin’s sensitive to the sounds of the front door, so he rouses awake. His eyes flit open, noticing how you’re gone. He then sees his phone blowing up and adds two and two together.

With his phone in hand, Jaemin rushes to get on a coat and stuffs his feet into his boots, not giving a shit that he’s wearing his thin pajamas in the coldness. He’s bounding down the flight of stairs and onto the bright, white wonderland of the streets.

He swivels his head and catches sight of you almost past down the block, slowly trekking through the thick snow. Jaemin sprints, as much as he can, and hops towards you.  

He yells your name, making others on the street turn, but you don’t. You continue forward without looking back.

“Wait! I can explain!”

You’re trying to gain speed, but cardio isn’t your friend. Thankfully for Jaemin, it’s a close friend for him.

“I don’t wanna fucking hear it, Jaemin,” you grunt, hearing the rapid crunching of his shoes coming closer. “Get lost.”

“No, listen to me for a second.”

The boyish man grasps you by the arm and turns you around. You throw his arm away from you and he holds his hands in the air, letting you know that he respects your space. He drops his hands and sees that you’re seething, even worse than you were when he kicked you out yesterday.

“How are you going to explain your lockscreen with you kissing your fucking girlfriend?! Hm?”

“Ex,” he pants in clarification. “Ex-girlfriend.”

Your eyebrows mesh together in utter confusion.

“Okay? That doesn’t make me feel any better, knowing that you’re still hung up on your ex.”

Jaemin shakes his head and rakes a hand through his hair. You note the large clouds he exhales and how he’s barely wearing any clothes. A tinge of sympathy passes through you, wanting to give him some of your clothes for extra layers, but you smother that quickly in your state of rage.  

“I’m not hung up on her. Remember you asked me yesterday why I don’t want girls to stay the next morning?”

You cock your head impatiently, as if saying, “Yeah.”

“Well, I don’t want to attach myself to girls. I can’t. I...”

He lowers his head to one side. Shutting his eyes, a long puff emits from his mouth.

“She cheated on me.”

The snow plows in the distance can’t compare to the pumping of your heart in your ears. All the feelings you felt in the last day, but especially in the last fifteen minutes, jumble together in your head, making you feel uneasy and unsure of what to exactly feel or comprehend of the situation.  

But you do know one thing, despite the fact that you two barely know each other, the pained look on his face is real—that this is the untold story behind his ways.  

Jaemin lifts his head and holds out his phone for emphasis. “The lockscreen serves as a constant reminder that dating and feelings will and can fuck me up.”

Carefully, he steps a little closer to you and slowly cups your face in his shaking hands. You don’t pull away nor is there the same anger from moments before, so he daintily runs his thumbs over your cheeks.

“Until you showed me yesterday that maybe I’m willing to give it all another shot. Risk it all for fuck knows what, but you make it look like it’s worth it.”

He continues his ramble after adjusting some of your hair from the ongoing breeze.

“Sure, it’s Christmas today, but I don’t want you to say yes to going on a date with me just because it is. I want you to say yes because maybe you like spending time with me just as much as I like to spend it with you.”

You’re completely disoriented—your eyes are shifting everywhere but his eyes and your lips are quivering with no words coming out. He sighs understandingly. 

“Look, I know you’re probably having second thoughts and you don’t have to give me an answer right now. Think on it for as much time as you need, but I want you to know that I genuinely like you and I want to go on an actual date with you.”

He peels his hand away from your face and raises it into the air as if taking an oath.

“I, Na Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, will devote to monogamy once again if it means I can date you.”

His hands grab yours, kisses the back of them, and then he presses one kiss onto your icy cheek prior to walking away.

“Merry Christmas,” he says with a sad smile. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

Later that evening at your large family’s Christmas party, you take another dreadful gulp of your wine.

It’s the happy holiday season, but why does everyone feel the need to stick their nose in your dating life? Well, really, a lack there of.

“Why are you still single?” Layers of their voices resound the same question in your head. You take another swig.

Potential unsaid answers that you kept to yourself fly around as you swish the drink in your glass.  

Because you choose to be.

Okay, not really, but it’s the easiest answer.  

Because you haven’t found the right guy to get you back in the game.

What does that even mean? What makes the right guy even right?

The right guy? It’s someone who makes you laugh, someone who gives as good as they can take it, someone who wants you just as much as you do.

The cogs move in your head as you take one more sip before you finally come to the conclusion—  

Because you didn’t find the right guy until last night.

Despite the mess of today and yesterday morning, you realize that Jaemin is... actually sort of sweet. Annoying, yes, but he keeps you on your toes. It’s a plus that he’s easy on the eyes, but it’s a bigger plus that he’s even easier to talk to.

And if he can find it in his scorched heart to trust you, you can find it in your heart to trust him too.  

You quickly say your good-byes to your family and let them know you have other plans with friends tonight.

As the Uber rolls up to his apartment building, you realize you probably should’ve messaged him on Tinder, but it’s worth a shot to see if he’s home. Anyways, impulsiveness is a controlling entity, as evident from your Christmas Eve Eve’s adventure.

And in retrospect, perhaps Jaemin was the perfect pick of the crop after all.  

Someone’s entering the building and lets you in behind them. You take the stairs two at a time and hear booming music coming from his floor. At first, you assume it’s from other apartments, but it’s all coming from one—his.

Without a thought, your knuckle taps the door.  

A handsome figure that’s definitely not Jaemin opens the door. Behind him, you see a group of young men scattered around the living room, and some have a few girls tucked under their arms.

The man eyes you up and down with a spark in his eye. He’s not Jaemin, but he surely reminds you of him.

“And who might you be?” he asks.

“Who’s at the door, Jeno?” An unknown male voice hollers in a high pitch from the couch. He’s one of the guys with a girl attached to him.

You blink. “Uhm, I’m—”

“She’s with me!” Jaemin shoves the flirty stranger aside and tugs you by your wrist, making headway to his bedroom. He flips the light switch on and the door clicks shut.

“What are you doing h—”

You cut him off with a kiss.

An innocent one, at first, with hints of alcohol on each other’s lips. Your arms wrap around the other and the passion increases with the mingling of your tongues, each party tasting and confirming the specific drinks you both consumed tonight.  

Jaemin forces himself to pull away and presses his forehead against yours. “Did you just come all the way here to kiss me, or...?”

“Maybe I came over to ask... if I can stay with you for another night?” you playfully ask, fingers intertwining behind the nape of his neck.  

He chuckles heartily. His fingers sink into the sides of your waist. “Is my dick that great? The sex with me that amazing?”

“Mmm, that’s definitely a benefit,” you agree, fluttering your nose against his. “But I want more than that—“ You poke a finger to his chest. “—I want the man behind the dick.”

Your gazes converge, bringing you together as one.

“I want to go on that date with you. I want you, Jaemin.”

He flashes a megawatt smile that could compete with a million Christmas lights, but it fades suddenly and you’re unsure why he seems like he’s about to bawl his eyes out.

“That’s so beautiful, I might cry.” He brings a finger to his eye, pretending to shed a tear.

Oh, yeah—you’re definitely going to need to hire someone to constantly shove your eyeballs back into your sockets if you’re going to date Jaemin.

“Oh, shut up,” you whisper, yanking him in for another kiss.

Three dates later, including a memorable New Year’s Eve, you finally decide to rid of the Tinder app for good.

With his arm around you on his living room couch, Jaemin glances over your shoulder.

“Really? You’re finally deleting your Tinder?”

You snort in disbelief. “That’s gold, coming from the King of Tinder himself. When did you delete?”

He turns to face the television and shrugs coolly.

“Maybe I didn’t.”

“Wouldn’t put it past you,” you nod, eyes still on your phone.

“Nah, I’m kidding, I did.”    

You sharply turn your head.

“No way. When?” you press with narrow eyes.  

A shy smile emerges on Jaemin’s face as he picks his pants over his thighs.

“On the night of Christmas Eve, after you agreed to go on a date with me.”

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I’m so excited you’re doing this! Can you please do : ❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜ with Kisame?

🦈 kisame x reader 🦈 this took so long lmao, but here we go! 18+ mdni. warnings include finger fucking, stripping (kinda?), toxic behavior because i love drama, kisame being a shit, kisame being needy, reader being mouthy. no thoughts just brain rot for this one sorry y’all 😩

you weren't ... surprised when you came home from your run to find your ex-boyfriend in your living room. he did technically still live there and had a key so he could move his stuff out and you both had promised to be as cordial as possible, given the situation, so no ... not surprised that he was there.

it didn’t meant you exactly wanted him there.

"kisame - what are you doing here?" you ask, closing the door behind you. he looked up from the chair he was currently occupying, hair an absolute disheveled mess, and blinked. you were completely drenched, rain water dripping from your hair and clothes onto the tile as you struggled to take off your running shoes. your socks followed and were tossed by the door with a wet splat that echoed uncomfortably through the apartment.

"why the fuck are you all wet?"

you furrowed your brow and gave a pointed look to the window behind you that was currently being pelted by rain. you'd got caught in a storm on your run, too distracted to remember to check the weather app before leaving. you were already a couple miles away when the skies opened up and unleashed hell upon you.

his eyes followed your gaze and murmured an ah when he saw that it was indeed raining. he stood, lips quirking into small a trademark kisame smirk.

“you’re soaked, let me grab you a towel.”

you don’t know why but his words burned a fire through you. partly it was arousal, the phrase you’re soaked typically meant something very different coming from him - but it also pissed you off. he broke up with you, didn’t even want to have a conversation about it, was slowly moving his shit out - and then wanted to show up and be nice? flirty?

asshole.

“i got it.” you reply coolly, letting the inferno in your veins take over. he wanted to be unfair, give you mixed signals? fine. two could play that game.

you slowly reached behind you, feigning soreness, and peeled your drenched tank top off, tossing it carelessly to the side. your sports bra was also wet but not dripping, so you left it alone. your running shorts came next, dropping to your feet with a loud wet noise before you casually stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

you refused to even acknowledge the man in front of you, knowing that ignoring him would only set him off further. you could feel him staring at you, could see his back straighten out of the corner on your eye, and you just knew he was clenching his jaw - gritting his teeth at your obvious display.

good.

“i’m busy, so if you need something - speak now.”

you put your hand on your hip and cocked your head, finally meeting his eye. you couldn’t help the pleased thrill that shot down your spine at the look he was giving you, butterflies immediately making an assault on your insides. he was tense, so so tense, and his dark look met yours angrily.

“seriously?” he asks and you shrug.

“what? it’s my apartment, you said so yourself. i can get as naked as i want, whenever i want.”

kisame narrowed his eyes and took a step toward you.

“you tryna start something here, girlie?”

girlie.

it’s what he used to call you, back when you had first met - back when you were just some obnoxious girl with a crush and he was just some big guy that came around a lot. and now three years later, here you were.

right back at square one.

you snort and roll your eyes before turning to walk to the bedroom, your next words being tossed over your shoulder sassily.

“didn’t want my clothes dripping everywhere. either tell me why you’re here or get your shit and get out.”

you hear heavy footsteps behind you and there’s a part of you that loves it; loves that he’s following you, loves that he’s getting worked up too. good good good.

“you think strippin’ for me while you’re all wet is smart, darlin’?”

you turn to scowl at him, the pet name further stoking the fire in your abdomen, and cross your arms, knowing that you’re making your breasts push up and can’t help but feel triumphant when his eyes dip down to watch your chest heave.

“considering my general nakedness is no longer any of your concern, i don’t see why it matters.”

his face morphs into a snarl that rivals your own and he fully steps into the bedroom, hands clenching at his sides.

“you trying to work me up? piss me off? i thought we agreed to be mature.” his voice rises an octave to mimic yours and you laugh before gesturing around the room, filled with boxes of his clothes.

“we didn’t agree on shit. you decided you wanted to break up so you could move across the country - screw my opinion, who cares - and then you just show up here whenever you want? to do what exactly? you want your shit, take it - but i can do whatever i want whenever i want. if i wanna walk around naked, i’ll do it. if i wanna strip in my living room, i’ll do it. you and your pet names and your hormones can get the fuck out.”

you’re volume had steadily increased through your tirade and you turned your back to kisame, swallowing back the lump in your throat.

you were not going to let him see you cry.

“you think i want this?” he snaps and you whirl around, jaw dropped.

“this was your idea!”

by now your bra was sticking to your skin uncomfortably and you were cold, pissed off, and your body was humming with pleasure at the sight of kisame standing in your bedroom again. your hair was sticking to you, your skin was still damp - you just wanted a warm shower and your comfy sweats.

you didn’t want the mixed signals the man in front of you was giving you.

you didn’t want to have this conversation right now.

“it’s not -” he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, jaw working. you roll your eyes and gesture to the door.

“whatever. get out, i need to shower.”

kisame glared at you.

“we ain’t done here.”

this pulls another humorless laugh from you and you easily unzip the front of your sports bra before shrugging it off and letting it fall to the ground.

“yes we are.” you snap, shivering at the cold that assaulted your chest. you turn to walk into the bathroom, not missing the way kisame goes completely still, and almost make it to the door when there’s an arm around your waist and a hand in your hair. his lips are on your ear, his voice sending electricity through you.

“you really think that was a good idea?” his tone is dark, husky, and you close your eyes - your cunt already drenched at the sound of his voice.

“get off.” you snap, thighs automatically clenching together, and kisame makes an agitated noise that you can feel work it’s way through his chest.

“i can smell you, you know. i’m not gonna beg but you’re as needy as i am right now.”

he was right and you hated him for it.

“all of this was your idea, so if you want something from me - yeah, you should beg for it.” you snap over your shoulder, already feeling him harden against you. there’s a pause, and you think he might actually let you go, before you feel his lips on your ear again.

“i miss you.”

his voice is hoarse, rough, and the whimper that leaves you could have been mistaken for a sob.

asshole.

“screw you.” you choke out, hating the way your voice cracks, and squeeze your eyes shut when you feel lips on the top of your head.

“miss you so fuckin’ much. came over here to grab my stuff and you weren’t here. i wanted to talk and then you show up, all wet and dripping and mouthy.”

you whine when you feel him push into you, until your chest meets the wall and he keeps you there, peppering your hair and neck with kisses.

“just let me feel you, one more time. you’re so fuckin’ soft and pretty, i’ll be gentle i promise.”

his words send molten honey through you, and you feel your anger start to melt away - the remnants of it curling into your belly, arousal shooting through you and lighting every nerve you have on fire.

“kisame -” you whisper, gasping when you feel teeth scrape your neck and arching back when he groans.

“shit darlin’ - let me touch you, please baby, you smell so fuckin’ good.”

you’ve never heard him like this before, this needy and breathless, and the power trip it’s giving you wipes your brain of any kind of coherent thought.

“you can touch me but y-you can’t fuck me.” you whisper and kisame groans into your hair, hand already trailing to your underwear.

“you want me to make you cum? shit, you’re so fuckin’ pretty -”

and then his hand pushes into your underwear, finger sliding between your folds easily and you arch against him as a pitiful moan escapes your throat.

“shit, shit - that’s it baby, just let me take care of you. so fuckin’ mouthy with me - you’re all pent up. just cum on my fingers baby, let me take care of you.”

kisame pushes two fingers inside of you and you gasp, his name falling from your lips like a curse, and you groan as he works you slowly. you clench pathetically around him, trying to suck him in faster, but he keeps up his brutally slow pace and keeps whispering sin into your ear as you feel your orgasm slowly build.

“you feel so fuckin’ good darlin’ - fuck i’ve missed you. wanna feel you cum for me, cum for me one more time baby.”

you whine and start to grind into his hand, wanting him to go faster, and start to pant when you feel the familiar burn start to rage hell in your tummy.

“faster, kisame, please.” you whimper and he hums, chest rumbling against your back. his starts working his fingers faster, twisting and spreading them as he finger fucks you, while grinding his cock into your ass. you curse and whine - almost there, almost there -

and then his other hand shoots down and finds your clit with ease and you’re toppling over the edge, pulsing around his fingers.

“kisame, fuck - kisame.”

he fucks you through it, fingers never letting up on their assault, until you’re sagging against the wall - only being held up by his body pressing into yours. you blink, slowly coming back to your senses, and manage to turn around to face him. his hands slip out of your underwear and he rests them against the wall behind you. your chest heaves with effort and you squirm, your slick already sliding down your thighs.

kisame grins at you and leans forward, nose brushing yours.

“looks like you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel.”

you scowl, his joke not lost on you, and jut your chin up.

“tell me why you broke up with me.”

kisame cocks his head and sighs, pushing himself off the wall, obviously done talking. you shrug and flip your still wet hair over your shoulder, once again eyeing his hard on.

“or don’t. guess i’ll just shower by myself.”

kisame whips his head to glare at you and you smile sarcastically, waving him off.

“thanks for the orgasm, don’t let the door hit you on the way out!”

you turn and walk into the bathroom, going to shut the door but pausing when a large hand stops it from swinging shut. you watch as kisame enters before closing the door behind him, casually removing his shirt.

“fine, but only if i get to actually fuck you.”

"you first.” you sass, and kisame tuts at you.

“shower sex, then we’ll talk. okay?”

you watch him warily for a moment, not believing him, but he holds his hands up in surrender.

“i promise, darlin’.”

you stare at him for a beat and nod before turning to start the water, turning it on hot.

“okay.” you agree and then there are lips on your ear again, arms snaking around your waist, and you can’t fight the small smile that spreads across your face..

“okay.”

#i don't know why but i love the drama #the fighting and making up is just so .... chefs kiss #and then you and kisame fuck for hours and then get back together and all is well #kisame prompts #kisame smut #kisame x you #kisame x reader #kisame hoshigaki x reader #kisame hoshigaki x you #ask ask ask

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New Ways of Turning into Stone, Chapter 6

A/N Where does the time go?  I lugged my laptop 7,000km round trip with the sole intention of working on this fic, but that apparently didn’t happen.  For those who found the last chapter hard to bear, I apologize in advance.  I am not quite finished being cruel.  With that said, trigger warning for character death, childhood disease, suicide ideation.  The chapter title is Sleeping in the Clouds.

The first five chapters are available on my AO3 page.

Five Months Later

A persistent mechanical bleating lifted Claire from the indeterminate depths of medicated sleep.  The emergency contact number she provided to all her patients was programmed to forward to her mobile, where a particularly aggravating ringtone ensured she would never miss a call.  Even at one am on a Tuesday night.

Fumbling for the device, she glanced at the unfamiliar number before answering.

“Doctor Beauchamp speaking.”  Her voice was gritty and rough.  She reached for a half-filled tumbler of water while waiting for the caller to identify themselves.  Over the line she could make out muted traffic noise, and perhaps a distant foghorn, but no-one spoke.

“Hello?” she inquired, torn between concern that a patient needed her and frustration that she might have been woken by a misdialed number.

“If you’re one of my patients, you need to talk to me so that I can help you.”

There was an intake of breath, a weepy sniffle, and then the click of the call being terminated.  A prickle of gooseflesh washed over her.  She couldn’t say exactly how, but she knew who had called, and that he needed her.

One of the grim perks of her job was that she had backdoor access to reverse look-up for telephone numbers, in cases where there was a threat of self-harm or harm to others.  As Claire hastily donned socks and grabbed a winter coat, she waited on hold for the PSAP operator to provide an address.

“We’re in luck, Doctor Beauchamp.  It wasna a mobile number.  In fact, tis a telephone booth.  Gote Lane, in Queensferry.  Down near the... umm, next tae the bridge.”

Without so much as a thank you, she hung up and frantically punched the app for an Uber.

Fifteen nail biting minutes and an excessive tip later, she stood in front of an empty phone booth.  Predictably, the directory had been torn out, leaving only a thin metal cord and car-key graffiti inside the cramped interior.  But on top of the phone itself she found a familiar ecru business card, her name and credentials embossed in black font.

“Damn it, Jamie,” she muttered to herself, palming the card.

If he’d hung up and started walking towards the bridge, she might be able to catch him if she ran all out, but something called her towards the nearby shore instead.

The tide was out, leaving a narrow strip of beach and sharp, slimy rocks exposed to the heavy air.  Her nostrils were assaulted by the briny vegetative rot of the retreating sea.

On a weathered bench facing the river, encircled by a cone of foggy streetlight, sat a man, his eyes trained on the smudgy lights of the Queensferry bridge hovering high above.  Even bundled in a heavy black jacket and watch cap, she would recognize his long limbs and the set of his shoulders anywhere.  She let out a long breath of relief.

She approached the bench cautiously, not certain if her presence would be welcome.  Instead of turning to greet her footsteps, Jamie addressed the bridge.

“Maggie passed t’day.  I called ‘cause I wanted ye tae know, but then I couldna find the words tae tell ye.”  Despite his refusal to look at her, his words were calm and without a hint of the bitterness she’d expected.

“Oh, Jamie.  I’m so terribly sorry.  I didn’t know her well, but she was a very special little girl who loved you dearly.”

He nodded in acknowledgement of her words, but didn’t reply.  She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, suddenly aware that she was still wearing her pajamas, her hair doubtless a veritable cumulus of tangled curls.

“Is there anything I can do?” she asked.  “I still have some contacts at the hospital, I could...” she broke off, knowing it was ridiculous to offer professional assistance when she’d been the one to sever their relationship.

“Would ye, if it’s no’ too much tae ask, would ye mind jus’ sittin’ here with me fer a bit?”

He finally turned to look at her, and she could see the spider web of red veins that surrounded his irises, testimony to his heartbreak.  His mouth, usually such an accurate barometer of his mood, was strangely inert.  She nodded, unable to deny him such a simple request.

It was the time of night when the daytime symphony of the city broke into its component parts, every passing car, every lapping wave a single instrument singing its own plaintive song.  They sat in silence for long enough that she could feel the damp creeping up the legs of her pajamas.

“Maggie loved tae cross that bridge,” Jamie said at last.  “She’d lower her window, rain or shine, and stick her wee arm out, sayin’ it felt like she was flyin’.”

Claire smiled at the image, trying to picture the little girl with the giant imagination.

“What colour was her hair, Jamie?” she asked.  “Was it red, like yours?”

“Nah, dark, like Jenny’s and our Da.  But wi’ curls like mine and my Ma’s.  A little like yours, actually, Sassenach.  That is, before the chemo took it away.”

She grimaced, not knowing what topic to choose that wouldn’t lead Jamie on a path directly back to his grief.

“She fought sae hard,” he continued before she could attempt another distraction, “but the cancer wouldna let her win.”  Tears were rolling down his cheeks, glinting in the sodium light like stars, but he didn’t seem to notice or care.  “She was the best person I knew.  Sounds strange tae say of a wee lass, but she truly was.  An’ it made me a better person tae love her.  What the fuck am I gonna do now?”

Jamie was looking straight at her, as though he truly expected her to offer useful guidance.  All her training, her professional distance, fell away in the face of one broken man.  She swallowed, searching for words that weren’t a platitude.

“You’re going to go on living, because she can’t.  Because your happiness, when you are ready to feel it again, will be a gift to her memory.”

Jamie sniffed, then wiped his sleeve across his face.  He placed his hand on the bench between them.  Without allowing herself to think, Claire reached for it, finding his skin surprisingly warm.  There was an agonizing fermata, when all the instruments held their breath, and then he turned his palm upwards to meet her own.  Beneath the fog the river slipped by, blending endlessly into the sea.

"Look, Jamie, I know it’s not the right time, but I want to tell you that I’m sorry.  For the way I treated you, and ended things, and...”

“Nay, Sassenach, it’s me who should apologize.  I had no right tae throw my diagnosis at ye like some kinda weapon.  An’ when I think of how I heedlessly brought up yer becoming a mother.  I, of all people.  Weel, suffice it tae say I’ve spent many an hour regretin’ my words an’ actions.”

She squeezed his hand, wordlessly declaring them equal in remorse.

“How have ye been?” he inquired, peering at her as though trying to read her state of mind on the planes of her face.  She chuckled, looking away when the intensity of his gaze became too much.

“About the same, I suppose.  Better some days than others.  Geillis has started ordering my lunches for me, so I no longer have any excuse not to eat.”  Jamie nodded, seemingly pleased with this news.

“And you?  Are you still seeing Dr. Rafferty?  I... uhh, I know his office requested your file.”

In fact, Giles Rafferty had called her the week after her confrontation with Jamie, wondering why his new patient’s record of treatment contained no more than his biographical details and the time and date of each of his appointments.  She told him the same thing she’d told Geillis when she asked the same question in significantly cruder terms: that her weekly interactions with Jamie had never led to a professional diagnosis or a recommended course of treatment.

“Aye. He’s a good man, although tragically immune tae my charms.  Unlike some.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Fraser,” she warned, although his rakish grin warmed her from the inside out.

“I’ll be darkening his doorway wi’ some frequency, after t’day,” he continued with a return to solemnity.

And yet you called me, Claire wanted to say, but didn’t.  When his beloved niece had slipped away, hers had been the number he had dialed, despite everything.  The very idea made her thoughts flit about like fireflies.

“I missed ye, Sassenach,” he confessed quietly after a time.

“I missed you too, Jamie.”

They sat together through the thin hours of the night, talking, sharing memories of Maggie, but mostly in silent companionship.  As dawn brightened the eastern sky, the fog began to lift, revealing an overcast sky.  The lights of the bridge blinked out, and the city’s music began anew.  Claire wished futilely that day would never break, knowing that it would bring them both the pain of two very different kinds of goodbye.

Her hand, when Jamie finally let it go, felt strange, as though it had been separated from its source.  She tucked it quickly into her pocket.

“I.. errr, I need tae be goin’,” Jamie said by way of apology.  “Ian and Jenn will be needin’ me.”

“Yes, of course.  I’ll just, um, call myself an Uber.”

They were both standing, neither seemingly knowing how to part.

Jamie opened his mouth, paused, shook his head in frustration, then looked away.  Her traitorous hand escaped her pocket and found its way to his chest.

“I’ll be thinking of you.  All of you.  If there’s anything, anything at all..”

“How long until your no’ my doctor anymore?  Ethically speakin’.”  He was looking at her in a way that made the fireflies whirlpool about.

“What?” she asked to buy herself some time to breath.

“Before I go an’ face everything that is wrong about t’day, I want tae ken, how long must I wait before I can kiss ye again wi’out riskin’ yer reputation?”

“There’s no written timetable,” she stalled.  “It’s a question of a doctor exerting undue influence or the exploitation of the patient’s trust, and there’s really...”

“Those rules are meant tae protect the patient, aye?  So I should be allowed tae waive them, no’?”

“Jamie...”

“Fine, let me rephrase my question.  Doctor Claire Beauchamp, when can I, James Fraser, ask ye tae look upon me as a potential suitor and no’ a former patient?  Six months?  A year?  Two years?”

“You really are the most infuriatingly stubborn man,” she huffed.

“Aye, I ken.  Sae, two years?  Do we have an agreement, Sassenach?”

“Fine, yes, two years, but Jamie, I don’t expect you to...”

A finger was placed across her lips, silencing her protests.

“Two years are naught if I can kiss ye again once they have passed.  Until then, Claire, please take care of yerself.”

She stood by the bench long after Jamie was gone, staring out across the river.  A flock of geese flew by in formation, broad wings nearly touching the surface of the water as it reflected the steel gray clouds above.  She thought of little Maggie, and her birdhouse surrounded by clouds.  A sob wrestled its way up her throat, surprising in its urgency.  And then, she allowed herself to cry.

#my writing #outlander

[texanstarslove]

don’t be jealous

A/N: Me? Writing a self indulgent fic with my hockey husband? NEVER. This is mainly just smut with a little bit of plot...a little treat for all of you, if you will. I hope y’all enjoy!

Song Inspo: little bit of Ariana Grande’s new album (it’s a whole vibe, y’all) and Jealous by Beyoncé

Warnings: language, smut, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (wrap it up and be safe, kids)

Word Count: 3.8k

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Thunderstorms had an oddly calming effect on you. Whenever you found yourself stressed or your anxiety was being triggered, the sound of thunder and rain seemed to bring you back down to earth. Sound machines and apps sufficed on sunny days but when the real thing rolled through, nothing else compared. 

It was especially welcomed on a night like tonight, one where your feelings were spiraling in a nonsensical circle. You shouldn’t have been upset by what you saw on his Instagram story. What the two of you had was never anything more than just an occasional hookup. Seeing him out and about with the same pretty little blonde you’d last seen him with shouldn’t have made you feel this overwhelming sense of jealousy. Yet you couldn’t help when your fingers developed minds of their own and typed out a reply to his story.

Cute. Is she your new toy?

You knew you shouldn’t have done it but you did it anyway, hitting send without a second thought. Sure it was petty and childish, but in the moment it made you feel just a tiny bit better. You set your phone on the end table beside the couch you sat on, snuggled up under your favorite throw blanket with a big glass of wine in your hand. Sighing in contentment, you made yourself comfortable, sipping on your wine and listening to the sounds of mother nature outside your apartment. Time passed peacefully, the alcohol slowly warming your body and relaxing you. That relaxation and peace were interrupted rather abruptly by a loud resounding knock on your front door. You were incredibly confused, not having been expecting any visitors, especially given the inclement weather. The knocking persisted, getting annoying very quickly.

“I’m coming, damn it. Hold on.” You hollered, quickly making your way to open the door without looking to see who it was. You immediately regretted that decision when you quickly flung open the door to reveal the very person you were trying to forget for the evening.

“You know, I can make that happen for you real quick if you’d like.”

That oh-so-cocky smirk you hate to love greeted you immediately. You sighed heavily, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning your hip against the door frame.

“What are you doing here, Tyler?” You asked, “Don’t you have a girlfriend to go home to?”

He chuckled softly. “You going to let me in? In case you haven’t noticed, it’s a fucking monsoon out here.”

“You going to answer my question?” You persisted, moving slightly as Tyler pushed his way past you and into your apartment. You shut the door behind you and leaned against it, Tyler instantly pressing himself against you and bracketing his arms beside your head.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” He murmured, his lips barely brushing yours as he spoke.

“You sure do seem to like hanging out with her.” You retorted, your arms staying put by your side.

Tyler brought one of his hands to your side, slowly tracing his fingertips up and underneath your thin tank top to brush your bare skin. “Are you jealous?”

You took a deep breath through your nose, exhaling slowly as his fingertips continued their exploration of your skin. His dark brown eyes bore into your own, searching your face for any kind of response.

“Why would I be jealous?” You whispered, “We aren’t exclusive or anything.”

You saw something sinister briefly flash in his eyes before he asked you, “Are you seeing anyone else?”

You couldn’t help the smirk that pulled across your lips. Oh, how the tables quickly turn. “Why? Are you jealous?”

His hips pressed further into yours before he pressed his lips to yours in a rough kiss. You immediately opened up to him, your arms flinging around his neck and pulling him closer to you. Tyler moved his hands to your hips, giving them a hard squeeze before lifting you up in his arms, your legs wrapping around him. You felt him walking the two of you to your couch, one of his arms moving to fling your blanket to the other side before falling to the cushions with you in his lap. 

You were lost in sensations, your breasts crushed against his strong torso and your head spinning from the intoxicating taste of him. He ran his hands up and down your back as he pulled you even closer to him. Then his hands were on your hips, gripping you tighter and lifting you up to straddle him then. He broke the kiss and looked at you for a second as you both fought to get your breathing back under control. 

"Are you sure about this?" He ran his hand up your leg and toyed with the band of the sleep shorts you wore. "If you're not, now is the time to tell me so I can stop."

You kissed him deeply, loving his taste on your tongue before you pulled away and started to nibble your way along his jaw. You flicked your tongue out and tasted his salty skin, closing your eyes as you savored his unique scent and taste as it went straight to your head.

“Do you want me to stop?” You teased, grinding your hips into his in slow, circular motions.

He groaned deep in his throat as he ran his hands up your back then into your hair. He grabbed the strands, wrapping them around his hand and pulled your lips up to his, the answer clear in the way he kissed you. Your tongues danced and tangled as you sought a deeper union, but the kiss wasn't enough anymore. You wanted to feel him moving inside of you, filling you. You were aching with the need consuming you and filling your body with a heat unlike any you had ever known before. A whimper slipped from your lips as you rubbed your pussy against his jeans. It was so frustrating knowing that the only thing separating you from the release you craved were his jeans and a small layer of fabric.

Breaking the kiss, Tyler raised his head and searched your face before lifting you from his lap. He gently lowered you to the couch and moved over you. He placed a soft kiss on your lips before giving you a small smile and reaching for your shirt. He pushed it up below your breasts and nibbled at your ribs before pushing the shirt the rest of the way up to bunch under your arms. As the cool air washed over your sensitive nipples you shivered and looked up into his eyes, the heat in their depths warmed you. You lifted your arms and back a little to help him remove the shirt before pulling his head back up for another kiss.

“Fuck, baby,” He breathed against you mouth, kneading one of your breasts in his calloused hand, “Your tits are so fucking perfect.”

You pressed your lips to his once more, kissing him deeply as you raked your nails down his back pulling his shirt up to expose the skin beneath it. You wanted to feel his flesh against your own and became impatient as you fought to remove the damp material. Pulling away from you, Tyler lifted the shirt over his head and tossed it to the far corner of the room, while you let your eyes feast on what he had uncovered. You felt like a child at Christmas unwrapping presents. You were never happy with just one, you had to have them all unwrapped. That is how you felt about getting him out of his clothes.

His hands slid down your sides to your hips and pulled you back onto his lap. He lifted you up until your breasts were even with his mouth. He placed little kisses all around your breasts then nuzzled the valley between before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. His gentle suckling sent shock waves through your entire body, making the muscles in your stomach clench. You threw your head back and grabbed a fist full of his hair to hold him to your aching breast. He released one nipple to suck the other one into the warm recesses of his mouth.

“That feels so good, Ty.” You moaned, tugging on his curls.

When you could stand no more you pushed away and kissed him gently before sliding your body down the length of his until you were on the floor in front of him. Rising to your knees you grabbed his hips and pulled him to the edge of the cushion. You leaned forward and took the material beside the snap between your teeth and pulled on it. You looked up at Tyler when it came free, smiling at his lust filled expression before going back to your unwrapping. You took the metal zipper tab between your teeth next, pulling it down slowly never breaking eye contact. You could feel his growing erection behind the thick material, the denim stretched taut over him making it tough to lower the tab. He lowered his hands to help you but you pushed them away and shook your head. Just to show him who was in control you placed your lips on him through the jeans and blew, surrounding his dick with your hot, moist breath. He groaned deep in his throat and his hips pushed against your mouth. You smiled to yourself and raised your hands to his hips and started to pull the jeans from his body. He lifted his hips and smiled as you worked them down his long legs then over his heels, then tossed them to the floor, forgotten.

“You too,” He rasped, “I want you naked.”

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you stood and slowly pushed your shorts and panties off your hips to let them fall to the floor. You smiled down at him and leaned forward to place a light kiss on his lips. You then raised your head and looked at his gorgeous body in all its nude glory. Seeing the thick shaft you had just freed made your pussy clench and your mouth water. You lowered yourself back to the floor and leaned forward to take him in your hands. 

“Do you want me to put this in my mouth?” You teased, gently squeezing him.

He groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the cushions before looking back down at you. “Of course I do, baby. Suck my cock.”

You lightly caressed him from head to base before repeating the action with the tip of your tongue. You could barely wrap your fingers around him as you guided it into your mouth to taste him fully. You started to gently suck him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head. You pulled him from between your lips and flicked your tongue along the tip teasingly. His shaft throbbed in your hand and you wanted to feel it in your mouth. You sucked it deep into your mouth a couple of times before letting it slide down your throat. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” He huffed out, “Take it all down your throat.”

You were working his cock slowly in and out of your mouth but his moans of pleasure urged you to go faster. You greedily began to suck at him, taking more and more of his shaft into your mouth before you angled your head over him and lowered your mouth all the way to the hilt. His cock slid down your throat and you swallowed, knowing that it would feel amazing, your thoughts confirmed when loud expletives flowed freely from Tyler’s lips. You continued until you couldn't fight the need to have him inside of you, stretching you and filling you, anymore. You removed him from your mouth, an audible ‘pop’ echoing around you, and stood moving to stand over him. You licked your lips, loving the taste of him on your tongue.

“I want you inside me,” You whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”

Tyler gazed down at you with lust blown eyes, nodding his head vigorously. “Get up here then.”

You quickly crawled up into his lap, your knees on either side of him and your hand on his shoulder as you leaned forward to kiss him deeply. As you slid your tongue into his mouth, you slowly lowered yourself back onto his lap. You rocked your hips against him and the feeling of his hard cock pushing between your pussy lips took your breath away. You broke the kiss and laid your head on his shoulder as you repeated the action. You gently bit his shoulder to keep from crying out as sensations tore through your body making you shudder. 

“Does that feel good, baby?” Tyler whispered into your ear, “You like grinding your pussy on my cock like that?”

“Fuck, yes,” You whimpered against his skin, “It feels so good.”

He grabbed your hips and tilted you forward and repeated the action. At this angle your clit rubbed against his shaft and you were unable to hold back your moan of pleasure any longer. Over and over he repeated the action while adding to the friction and moving faster until you were sobbing and begging him to be inside of you.

“Please, Tyler, please,” You cried, your hips still moving at their own volition, “I need your cock inside me.”

He ran his hands down your back and grabbed your ass pulling you closer to him and tilting your hips just enough so the tip of his cock barely entered you. You tried to push back on his dick to get him farther into you but his hands on your hips gripped you tighter, keeping you from gaining what you wanted most of all, him all the way inside of you to the hilt. 

“Patience, (Y/N),” He growled into your ear, “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.”

You whimpered and bit him hard on the shoulder making him groan deep in his throat before he thrust his entire length hard and fast into you before pulling back, almost all the way out again. You cried out and struggled to push back down on him but he held tight, barely letting the tip enter you.

“I need it, Ty,” You practically sobbed, “Please, give me your cock.”

Tyler smirked up at you, still holding you up so just the tip of him was teasing your soaked entrance. Sensations rushing through you and fighting for breath. You grabbed his hair in your fist and pulled his mouth up to meet yours. You thrust your tongue deep into his mouth and mimicked what you desperately wanted him to do to your aching pussy. Over and over you pushed your tongue into his mouth before enticing his tongue into your mouth so you could gently suck it. The kiss went on and on before he slowly let more of his dick start to slide deeper into you. Slowly he let you slide onto his shaft, stretching you slowly before he gripped your hips tight and lifted you almost off of him again. Then, without notice, he brought your hips down hard on him until he was finally buried to the hilt inside you. You broke the kiss and threw your head back to moan in pleasure. 

“Yes,” You moaned out in relief, dragging out the word.

Rocking against him and loving the feeling of being stretched to the limit with him throbbing deep inside of you. He felt so good, so thick and solid inside you, you never wanted the feeling coursing through you to end.

“You wanna ride me?” Tyler spoke against the sensitive skin of your neck. You nodded instantly, grinding your hips into him. His hand landed on your ass in a swift smack. “Get to it then.”

Slowly raising your body you slide to the tip of his dick, just like he had been doing to torture you. You worked the tip in and out for a second before sliding back down until he was buried inside of you and rocked your hips against him. Over and over you did this, until you both were fighting for breath. You started to ride him faster and faster until your entire body was tingling. He let you set the pace, his hands gripping your hips and his head laid back on the couch with his eyes focused on your own. The look in his eyes urged you on so you increased your pace even more as you watched the fire in his eyes burn brighter.

All of a sudden he was lifting you up and off him, turning and placing you on your knees facing the arm of the couch. He moved behind you and placed his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you down while he slowly slid back into your wet pussy. He set a pace that was making it hard to breathe but it still wasn't enough. You could feel your orgasm building inside of you and you fought to reach the point where you could fly.

“Fuck, Tyler, I’m gonna cum, baby.” You whined.

You could feel the beginning of your release when he pulled out of you. Just as you began to protest, he replaced his dick with his tongue, thrusting it in and out of you before flicking your clit.

“Sit on my face,” He mumbled against your pussy, “I want you to cum on my face.”

He moved to lay on his back beneath you and put his head between your legs, pulling you down to sit on his face. He pushed a finger into you, quickly followed by a second, as he sucked your clit into his mouth and lightly grazed his teeth against it, sending shock waves through you and pushing you over the edge. Your pussy convulsed around his fingers and as your release tore through you, you threw your head back and screamed.

“That’s it,” You heard him say, “Cum for me, baby.”

He continued to lightly lick you until you settled down some, then he moved behind you again. He pushed back into you slowly and set a deliberate pace to build the tension back up. Gradually he built up speed until he was slamming into you again, making you cry out in pleasure. You began to meet his every thrust, pushing back into him wanting him deeper and deeper.

“Who gets to fuck you like this, sweetheart?” Tyler asked, grunting with every thrust of his hips.

You couldn’t form a coherent sentence. The pleasure coursing through your body made it impossible to think straight. He ran his hands up your side, along your neck and into your hair, grabbing a fistful and wrapping the strands around his fist. He pulled your head back, making your back arch and sending him deeper into you. 

“Fucking answer me, (Y/N),” He growled, his hips coming to a stop, burying his cock deep inside you as he tugged at your hair harder, “Who gets to fuck you like this?”

“You do!” You whimpered, “Only you, Tyler. You get to fuck me like this, no one else.”

You could practically hear the smirk when he spoke. “That’s right, baby. Only me.”

He began to thrust harshly into you once more, a scream slipping past your lips as your pussy started to convulse again. As your second orgasm rushed through you, jolts of pure pleasure ran through your blood. Your knees threatened to collapse beneath you as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

He released your hair and grabbed your hips to pull them into his as he thrust harder and harder into you, as he too was caught in the tidal wave of your orgasm. Your pussy was gripping him tightly, beginning to pull his own release from his body. 

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” He growled through gritted teeth, “Where can I cum, baby?”

“Inside me,” You blurted out, “Cum inside me.”

His hips stuttered at your words and a low groan fell from his lips. “Fuck, are you sure baby? You want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes, please.” You wailed, “Please, I want to feel it.”

With one final fierce thrust he buried himself deep inside of you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up so your back was flush against his chest, as he too found his release. You could feel him throbbing inside of your pussy and tightened your muscles around him, holding him deep inside of you as he came. He groaned deep in his throat before he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, slowly beginning to pull out of you. You pushed back against him, sending him back deep inside you again.

“Stay,” You murmured, “Just a little bit longer. You feel so good.”

A shudder ran through his body at your words. “I have to get you cleaned up, baby.”

You begrudgingly let him go, whining softly as he pulled out of you. He apologized softly before retreating to your bathroom. He returned a short time later, washcloth in hand, and gently ran it between your thighs. He tossed it to the floor along with the rest of your discarded clothes, wrapping his arms around your body as he gently laid the two of you down onto the couch. He slowly dragged the forgotten blanket up over both of you and placed a kiss on your shoulders as you laid there listening to the wind howling and the rain and storm pounding the house.

You were both silent for a long time as you were both lost in your own thoughts. Every once in a while he would kiss your neck and pull you even tighter to him as he slowly began to drift off to sleep. You closed your eyes and listened to his deepening breathing before you started to get drowsy too. A sleepy smile came to your lips as Tyler nuzzled into your neck.

“There isn’t anyone else, (Y/N).” He whispered against your skin. “I know what that looked like but I mean it. No one else. No girlfriend.”

You turned your head to look him in the eye. The look he was giving you held nothing but honesty, the truth falling from his lips as he spoke. You nodded, pecking his lips before snuggling back into him.

“There isn’t anyone else for me either,” You replied with just as much sincerity, “Not a single person.”

“What about a married person?”

You smacked his arm, giggling softly. “Will you shut it? You’re ruining the moment.”

He chuckled softly and buried his head into your neck once more. “I’m sorry, it was right there. I had to!”

The giggles eventually died down and you found yourself tracing the black ink patterns on the arm that was wrapped securely around your frame. You let the peace and contentment take over your senses. You didn’t know where exactly you stood with Tyler at that moment, and sleep quickly took over, leaving you to sort out whatever may happen between the two of you come morning light.

#my writing #tyler seguin #tyler seguin fic #tyler seguin x reader #tyler seguin smut #nhl fic #hockey fic #dallas stars fic #smut

[atlafan]

Regular Thing - Part Two

a/n: a few of you really wanted a part two, so here’s a small follow up! Reblogs are super helpful and keep me motivated, enjoy! 

Warnings: smut, fluff, and a little angst

Words: 5K

Part One

Y/N woke up feeling all kinds of groggy, but at least she was cozy. Harry had blackout curtains since he often needed to sleep during the day, so his room was still plenty dark. Y/N nuzzles into his back as she was still wrapped around him. She still really wanted him to fuck her, naturally. It was the whole point of staying over. She didn’t want to wake him up abruptly, he deserved to sleep.

Harry can tell she’s awake now from the way she’s fidgeting next to him, eager for him to fuck her no doubt. He rolls over onto his other side and she looks up at him. He tucks some hair behind her ear, and she pulls on his shoulder so he’ll get on top of her. Once she’s on her back, she toes off his boxers, and he kisses on her neck. He rucks the shirt of his she’s wearing up over her breasts so he can feel them on his chest. He grinds into her and she groans. He gets her underwear off and she pushes her hips up so his hard dick can rub against her folds.

“Do you want me to get a condom?” He says against her neck.

“No…I wanna feel you.” He shifts to look at her. “M’on the pill, and I know I don’t have anything.”

“Neither do I.”

“Okay.” She bites her bottom lip. “Please, I’m already so wet, just put it in.”

He looks down to line himself up with her. He wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to hit it raw. He stays close to her, and her arms go around his back. He’d give it to her sweet and soft this morning, nothing to rigorous. Her heels dig comfortably into his ass, and she lets him rock in and out of her.

“You feel so fucking good.” He groans into her ear and it makes her moan.

“So do you.”

He hooks his arm under one of her legs so he can get in deeper, and he knows she likes it because she starts tugging on his hair. Slow, deep strokes that had her hips chasing his every time he’d slightly pull out. Every moan and whimper that left her lips was music to his ears. He shifts so he can look down at her. Her eyes were screwed shut and she was biting harshly on her bottom lip. She was concentrating. He lets her leg go, and grips both of her things and has her wrap her legs around his waist. He kisses on her chest and nips at her collar bone.

“Oh!” She gasps when he hits her g-spot. “Fuck, right there.” She moans.

Harry keeps himself steady, trying to keep hitting the same spot for her over and over. She was starting to tighten around him, and without the condom he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. She was so wet and warm, and already looking fucked out for him.

“Y/N, I, shit, where do you want me to come, babe, I can’t-“

“Shit, shit, shit, um, in-inside’s me fine, just don’t stop, I’m really close.”

“Inside you?!”

“Yes! Fuck!” She cries out as she releases around him, and he loses it at that.

From the way she was clenching around him he just couldn’t hold it. She moans breathlessly as she feels him fill her up with his come. He gives himself a moment to catch his breath before pulling out of her. She tries to clamp her legs together to not make a mess.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll just wash them.” He kisses her cheek before fully getting off of her.

“Okay.”

“Did you want to take a shower?”

“Sure, yeah…you don’t happen to have a spare clip or hair elastic, though, would you?”

“I do, actually.” He gets up and goes over to his dresser. He was completely naked, but there was no reason for him to be shy. She actually liked watching him walk around naked anyways. “Here.” He tosses a scrunchie her way, and she sits up so she can flip her hair over to put it up.

“Thanks.”

She stretches as she gets up, and he grabs a couple of fresh towels from his closet so they could both look decent while they walked to the bathroom. Harry had no idea if Niall was home or not. Y/N had never showered at Harry’s before, which seemed odd at this point. He gets the water going as he brushes his teeth, and Y/N uses some mouthwash.

“How’s the temp?” He asks her, and she sticks her hand in.

“Perfect.” She drops her towel and steps into the shower, as does he. He stands under the warm water and lets his hair get wet. He looked tired, she could tell. “I woke you up too early, I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t, it’s fine.” He lets her step into the water. “How are you feeling? You were kind of sloshed last night.”

“Was I really that bad? I didn’t think I was.” She look at him and wonders if she looked as tired as he does. “I feel fine, a little tired, but fine.”

“Nah, you weren’t that bad.” He steps back into the water and grabs his soap to wash up. He briefly looks down and his eyes widen when he sees his come sliding down her thigh. “Here, uh, the showerhead detaches.” He gets it down for her.

“Oh!” She blushes and takes it from him. “Thanks.” He turns around awkwardly while she cleans herself up. She taps his shoulder so he can put it back up. “You’re…a caring person, Harry.”

“What do you mean?” He asks as he starts scrubbing his head with shampoo.

“You, like, helped me take my makeup off last night, and then you helped me change and stuff.”

“I would have felt bad if you broke out or something.” He shrugs.

“Right.”

Once he’s down rinsing his hair she steps towards him and wraps her arms around his waist. He sighs and hugs her back. He rests his chin on the top of her head, and lets his eyes flutter closed. He starts chuckling and she looks up at him.

“What?” She giggles.

“I just never really realized how short you are before.”

“I think you’re just tall.”

“M’really not that tall.” She rolls her eyes at him. “I’m not! I’m just under six feet, I just look tall because my boots have a little heel on them.”

“So do mine, and I can assure you they don’t help me look much taller.”

“But you wear them well.” He cups her cheek and kisses her. He sucks on her bottom lip and then kisses her forehead.

“Nice of you to, um, notice.” She says, clearing her throat.

They get out of the shower and towel off. He watches as she gets her clothes on from the night before. He looks at the weather app on his phone and he sighs.

“What?” She asks.

“It’s, like, only gonna be in the high forty’s today.”

“Okay?” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“Take one of my sweaters with you.”

“Harry, Mike’s gonna come get me, I’ll be outside for two seconds.”

“Please.” He takes one out of his closet and hands it to her. “It even matches, just take it. You can give it back to me later.”

She wants to fight him on it, but she wonders, briefly, if this had anything to do with his parents. Harry didn’t say what happened to them in class, just that he only had his older sister. So, she nods and takes it from him, putting it on over her crop top. She didn’t mind it so much, it smelled like him and it was cozy. He also gets dressed, just in some joggers and a sweatshirt.

“When’s he coming to get you?”

“Whenever I text him.”

“Oh.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Can I…offer you some coffee?”

“Harry.” She smirks. “We don’t need to do this.”

“Do what?”

“This.” She gestures between the two of them. “You’re very polite, and I appreciate that, but I’ll probably go grab breakfast with my boyfriends.” She grabs her phone and texts Mike to come get her.

“Why do you call them that?”

“Habit.” She shrugs. “They’re boys and they’re my friends, so they’re my boyfriends.”

“Makes sense.” He gets up and opens his bedroom door, and they go down the hall to his kitchen to wait for her ride. He gets his coffee pot going and leans against his counter.

“You’re not gonna try to go back to sleep?”

“Nah, I have a report to work on for class.” He furrows his brow at her. “When do you take your pill?”

“In the evenings, no worries.” Harry nods at her. “Are you okay that we did that?”

“Yeah.”

“You just seemed surprised that I wanted you to.”

“Because I was. Most girls want you to pull out when it’s casual.”

“Well, I didn’t want you to stop, and you would have if I told you to do it on my stomach.”

“You did come pretty hard, huh?” He smirks as he grabs a mug for his coffee. She smiles and shakes her head.

“Hard not to when you hit it just right.” Her phone dings. “My ride’s here.” She walks over to him and presses herself against him. “Do you wanna see me again tonight?”

“Yes.” He says it without hesitate, but his gaze was intimidating, so it’s not like he was letting on how hard he was starting to simp. “Are you gonna come to the bar again?”

“Most likely.”

“Don’t get too fucked up, or we’ll end up in the same situation.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She smirks and then pecks his lips. “I’ll text you later.”

“Sounds good. See ya.”

Y/N heads out and down to Mike’s car, where the rest of the guys were already piled in, ready to go eat breakfast. Harry pours his coffee and sits down, contemplating if he even feels like eating. He hears the jingle of keys and Niall soon appears in their apartment.

“You’re up early.” Niall smirks.

“It’s ten.”

“Early for a guy who gets off work after two in the morning.”

“Could say the same to you.”

“Hooked up with this girl.” Niall shrugs and pour some coffee. “How was your night with Y/N?”

“Good, we just went to sleep since she was a little too under the influence, but we hooked up this morning.”

“That’s nice.” Niall sits down and narrows his eyes at Harry.

“What?”

“You seem…a little less than thrilled than usual.”

“We had sex without a condom for the first time, and she told me to come inside her, so I did, and-“

“Oh my god, are you gonna go get her a plan B?!”

“She’s on the pill, chill out.” He sips his coffee.

“Oh, well, alright then. So, what’s the issue?”

“There is none.” He puckers his lips in thought. “Do you think I see her too often?”

“Isn’t that the point of having a regular thing? Meeting up on the regular for sex?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have made myself so exclusive.”

“Is it established that it’s exclusive? She could easily be fucking someone else.” Harry grimaces at that. “Oh, no…don’t tell me…”

“Tell you what?”

“Do you have feelings for this girl?”

“What?!” Harry scoffs. “No.”

“Oh my god.” Niall runs a hand over his face. “If you didn’t, why would you care if she was fucking someone else?”

“I don’t care, I just think it would be rude when I seem to be satisfying her. I don’t want to fuck anyone else, it’s good with her. She knows what I like now, it’s easy.” He shrugs.

“But…you’re starting to catch feelings, no?”

“No.” Harry says firmly. “But things were oddly intimate this morning. Then we took a shower together, and we didn’t even do anything, we, like, hugged for a bit.”

“Is she letting on about anything she might be feeling?”

“Nah, she didn’t even want to stay for coffee. Think I’m just reading into things.”

“You could make yourself less available, tell her no once in a while.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Sometimes you two hook up twice in the same day, like, today, are you gonna see her tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Why? You saw her this morning. The way I see it is, you could go fuck someone else tonight, or fuck her again and slowly fall down the rabbit-hole.”

“I can’t fuck someone else after I fucked her raw this morning, that would be such a dick move.” He sighs. “But maybe your right, I could just tell her no tonight.”

//

Harry’s plan went out the door when he saw Y/N strutting down the small hill with her friends. And not just because she looked incredible in a short pencil skirt and crop top, but more so because he wanted throttle her. She wasn’t wearing a jacket, again. She was wearing black tights and a pair of booties at least. Part of he liked about her the first time he saw was that he thought he wasn’t like every other girl that walked in. Why would she start doing this?

“Hey.” She says, and all he does is side eye her as he checks everyone else’s ID’s. “Your sweater’s in my car.”

“Why isn’t it on you?” He snaps.

“Because then I would have had to carry it all night.”

“Yeah? Well, you look stupid walking here like this.”

Her mouth falls open in shock. She swallows, nods, and goes inside with her friends.

“Smooth.” Niall says to him.

“Shut up.”

“What’s his problem?” Rob says to Y/N as they sit down at a table.

“I have no idea, he’s obsessed with me being warm, or something.” She bites her bottom lip. “I didn’t think he’d get upset, I thought he would think it was funny or something.” She drums her fingers on the table. “I’m gonna go to my car, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, I’ll go with you.” Mike says. “Can’t let you walk alone.”

She nods at him and they head out swiftly. Harry was checking ID’s so he didn’t see them leave, so he was confused when he saw them coming back, this time she was wearing his sweater. He nods to Mike that he can go in as Y/N stands in front of him with her arms crossed.

“Apologize.” She says to him. “Because now I really do look stupid.” She pouts.

“No, you look sensible.” He looks her up and down. “What are you all dressed up for anyways.”

“I’m not explaining until you apologize.”

“Fine, I’m sorry I said you looked stupid.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes.” He smiles.

“Good, I don’t need you embarrassing me in front of my friends.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “It’s Danny’s birthday, so I dressed up a little for the occasion. Is that alright?” Harry nods at her. “You know, it’s too bad you have to work and can’t just enjoy the night. I’d love to get you on that dance floor.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” She smirks. “Guess I’ll just have to dance with the guys instead.” She shrugs and heads back inside.

“Right, so, you’ll be fucking her tonight.” Niall says, nudging Harry.

“I’ve really got no choice now.”

There Y/N was, drink in hand, dancing with her friends, in Harry’s sweater, and Harry couldn’t look away. She and Danny were grinding one minute, and the next she was grinding with Drew. Harry could never date her, even if he wanted to, he’d be too annoyed knowing that’s how she acts with her friends. Although…she was laughing and having a good time, it wasn’t like she had a lustful look in her eye. She didn’t look at them the way she looked at him.

Y/N promised herself she wouldn’t drink that much so she could hook up with Harry again, and she kept that promise even though her friends were getting trashed. When last call is announced, she looks at all of them.

“Well, I’m gonna go sit at the bar and wait for Harry to finish up.” It’s hugs all around and she goes up to wait.

He was behind the bar helping cash people out. He sees her sitting there, patiently, sipping on a glass of water.

“I see you’re back to listening to me.” He says to her.

“I’m just after some good dick.”

Harry grins and walks away from her to start putting chairs on top of tables. Niall wipes down the bar and looks at her a few times.

“You’re waiting for, H?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “You’re his roommate, right?”

“Mhm.” He smiles. “Nice to formally meet you.” He extends his hand for her to shake and she giggles.

“Same here. I hope we haven’t been too annoying.”

“Not at all.” He scoffs. “See that little lady waiting down there? I’m taking her home tonight, so you’ve got the place to yourselves.” He winks and walks away.

“Alright, I’m all set.” Harry says to Y/N and she hops off the barstool. He leads her up the stairs to his apartment, and to his room, closing and locking his door. He gets some club music playing on his Bluetooth and she raises an eyebrow at him. He didn’t typically play music when they fucked. “Thought you wanted to dance with me.”

“Are you serious?” She steps closer to him with an unconvinced look on his.

“Mhm, come here.”

“Okay, well, I’m at least taking the sweater off now.” She does so and tosses it on his bed. “You sure you can handle me?”

“I’m up for the task.”

She wraps her arms around his neck and presses her body to his so she can grind against him. His hands grips her hips. She sways back and forth with him and lets her head fall back a few times before she turns around. She bends over in front of him and shakes her ass. He gives her a smack before she comes back up to be flush with his chest. His dick was starting to get hard, and he pushes it right up against her. Her arm comes up to hook around his head so she could grip at his hair. He nibbles on her hair and she gasps.

“Do your friends ever get this hard when they dance with you?” He says into her ear.

“No, they have self-control.” She grunts as she presses back against him, wanting to feel more. “I don’t grind my ass against them like this.”

“Sure seems like you do.”

“Hm, someone likes to watch.”

“I have to monitor the dancefloor.”

“Mhm, sure.”

He turns her around and cups her jaw. He slots his mouth over hers and walks her back to his bed until they both fall onto it. Their tongues mold together as they get more comfortable. She kicks her boots off and he does the same. It was like they suddenly couldn’t get naked fast enough. Clothes were flying off, and he nearly rips her tights as he tugs them off. He kisses down her body, and gets his head between her legs.

“Oh, fuck!” She gasps as he wastes zero time licking into her. His fingers work her clit quickly. “H-Harry!”

He kicks up from her center to her clit, nibbling on the small bud before sucking on it harshly. He slides two of his fingers inside her and curls them immediately, petting against her front wall. He grunts and groans against her as she writhes underneath him. It was all too much, but he keeps her there. She clutches at the blankets as she nearly screams as she comes. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before getting a condom.

“Don’t you want me to suck on you before-“

“No, it’s alright.” He rolls the condom on and sits up against the headboard. “Just come sit on me.”

She nods and gets into his lap, sinking down on him slowly. She buries her face in the crook of his neck as he moves her on and off his cock. She knew how to ride dick, and sometimes he’d let her, but she knew he liked to be able to move her himself, so she stopped fighting him on it. Instead, she decides to move her head and kiss him. She sucks on his bottom lip and he squeezes the plushy skin on her hips. For the first time in a while they both weren’t using words while having sex, just moans and whimpers were shared.

“M’gonna come.” He pants.

“Yeah?”

“Need you to come again first.”

She snakes a hand between them to rub her clit as he continues to thrust up into her. They make eye contact through the entire thing. He moans at he comes and so does she. He cups the back of her neck and kisses her. She wraps her arms around him and cards her fingers through his hair. She slowly lifts off of him. She looks around for his shirt and throws it on.

“Just gotta pee, be right back.” She says as she slips out the door.

He discards the condom and puts on a fresh pair of boxers. He sits on the edge of the bed as he waits for her to come back. She comes in and sits down next him.

“Want me to stay or go? I’m fine with either.”

“You can go if you want…are you okay to drive.”

“Yeah, I really didn’t drink that much.” She gets up and tries finding all of her clothes, he sighs and grabs a pair of his joggers.

“Here.”

“You really like giving your clothes out, huh?” She smiles as she takes them. “Thank you, you’re always so sweet, Harry.” She puts them on and grabs her things, slipping her feet into her booties. “This could be a look, don’t you think?” Harry laughs at that and nods.

He walks her to the front door, and for the first time, he doesn’t kiss her goodbye. Not that she seemed to even fucking notice. He needed to take a break from her. He didn’t want to be in a relationship, and she clearly didn’t either, but he liked having sex with her…maybe a little too much. Tomorrow was Sunday, so he could detox for a little bit. If she invited him over during the week he could tell her has homework or something.

//

Alright, so, Monday night she had texted him, and he stuck to telling her he couldn’t come over, but the conversation didn’t end there. They started texting, and the texts became explicit, and then she CALLED HIM because she wanted to be able to hear him when he came. So, yeah, if Harry wasn’t fucked before, he was now. He thought she was so…cool!

Wednesday before class Harry had to go see his grad advisor, Lilly, to talk about how things were going, and to go over what classes he needed for the spring semester. He checks in at the grad admissions office, and waits to be called in.

“It’s great to see you, Harry.” Lilly smiles as they both have a seat in her office. “Your grade came in for your intensive, congrats on the A.”

“Oh, yeah, I saw that, thanks.”

“Think you’ll do that again? The social media marketing class sometimes offers a section as a weekend intensive.”

“I don’t know if I would want to do it for a class like that, maybe for a different elective, though.”

“Fair enough.” She shrugs. “How’s everything else going? Online classes alright?”

“Yeah, they’re pretty easy, and I like my in person ones too. Really no complaints.”

“Awesome, so, here’s what you should take next semester to stay on track.” She hands him a piece of paper to look over. “Still feeling like the school is a good fit?”

“Yeah! I really like it here. I’m good friends with another international student, or he was a student, Niall Horan? We live about the Yard Dog downtown.”

Lilly nods as if she didn’t already know this from hearing Y/N talk about it. She was a professional, after all.

“I know Niall, yeah, I’m glad you found each other. It’s nice you found that job downtown, Greg’s a good guy.”

“He’s super nice. He’s really showing me what it takes to run a business.”

The two chat a bit longer, and then Harry’s free to go. As he walks down the hall he bumps into someone carrying some folders, and they drop them.

“I’m so sorry!” Harry says and bends down to help clean up.

“No, that was me I was in a rush for…Harry?”

“Y/N?” They both stand up and look at each other. “I had a meeting with my advisor.”

“Oh! That’s right…you worked with Lilly.”

“Yeah.”

“I work with her.”

“I gathered.” He could see her cheeks growing red. “Why were you in a rush?”

“Just…it’s about lunch time and I’m hungry, that’s all.”

“Right.”

“This is weird, yeah?”

“Very.”

“But it shouldn’t be, I see you at work all the time.” He looks her up and down. She looked hot in her business attire.

“Where’s your office?”

“D-down the hall.” She bites her bottom lip. “Do you wanna see it?”

“Yes.”

She nods and has him follow her to her office. It was in the back corner of the building. It was a decent enough size for the work she was doing. There was a small loveseat for visitors. She made it quaint and comfortable, inviting.

“This is nice, Y/N.” He says as he looks around.

“Thank you.” She closes the door and locks it. Next she pulls the shades on the windows. “The building is old and sound travels easily.”

“Guess we’ll have to be quiet then.” He looks down at his watch. “I have twenty minutes and then I have to go to class.”

She nods and steps towards him. He cups her jaw and kisses her. She sighs into it happily. As much as she liked phone sex, she preferred the real thing. Normally, she wasn’t the type to do something so risky in her office, but most people left for lunch, so there wouldn’t be a ton of people around. He sits down on the loveseat and tugs her into his lap. She rolls her hips down on his as he squeezes her ass.

“Do you think we do this too much?” He blurts out as she kisses on his neck.

“What do you mean?” She pouts.

“It’s been a couple of months now…I’m just surprised this hasn’t gotten old for you.”

“Has it gotten old for you?”

“No, not at all.”

“It hasn’t for me either. I really like what we have going. This job is so stressful, and school is stressful, and…you make things less stressful.” She mumbles and runs a hand through his hair. “We don’t have to do anything now if you want, we could just…kiss?”

“Okay.”

“I mean…have you met someone else, is that was this is about?” She looks concerned.

“No…I’m only sleeping with you at the moment.”

“Same here.” She chews on her inner cheek. “Would you tell me if you did sleep with someone else? I think we should be honest about that…”

“I agree, and yeah I would tell you. Would you tell me?”

“Yeah, of course.” She pecks his lips. “I…I’m pretty satisfied so I’m not really out there, like, trying to catch some tail.” She chuckles and so does he. “Must be hard with so many people throwing themselves at you all night, turning them away for me.”

“It’s not hard to tell a drunk a person no, but it’s nice knowing you’re usually waiting for me.”

“So…we’re good?”

“Yeah.”

She smiles and leans back in to kiss him. After a few moments she gets off of him.

“I don’t wanna make you late for class.” She uses her thumb to brush his bottom lip. Some of her lipstick got on him.

“Thanks.” He smirks and stands up.

“Do you wanna come by before your shift?”

“I can’t, I’ll need to take a nap after class, sorry.”

“Oh, right, yeah, that makes sense.”

“Wanna just plan for Friday? I could come by when I get off.”

“I’d like that.”

“You wouldn’t mind waiting up?”

“No.”

He pecks her lips before he goes, and she makes her way to Lilly’s office.

“You have no idea how hard it was talking to him as if I didn’t already know half the shit he was talking about.” She says to Y/N.

“Do you think I’m crazy for not wanting more with him? I mean, he’s going for his grad degree, he’s got a decent enough job, he has aspirations, he’s well traveled, what’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong with you! You’re twenty-three years old and you’re still figuring your life out. This is your first real job out of school, and you’re still getting the hang of it. You’re working your ass off to get your grad degree…you’re getting great dick, what else do you need?”

“It…it would just be nice to maybe go out for dinner, or go out on a real date for a change. Like, I wonder if he’d ever want to go bowling, you know?”

“So ask him.”

“No, he’d run for the hills.”

“I think he’s a really nice guy, but he seems to be in the same boat as you, Y/N. He’s busy getting his life together.”

“Right, so what the fuck is my problem?”

“Why don’t you find someone to go out on dates with, and still fuck Harry? Or you could hang out with that friend of yours more.”

“Mike? Yeah…you’re right. We have a lot of fun together, I should just hang out with him more.”

//

Friday evening Y/N goes bowling with Mike, and they have a lot of fun. It was definitely a piece of things she had been missing. Sex was great and all, but sometimes it was nice to just go out and laugh. He asks her if she wants to go to the bar afterwards, but she declines. She decides to take a little nap before Harry comes over. She wakes up to the sound of him knocking on the door. With a yawn, she gets up and opens the door for him.

“Hey.” He smiles.

“Hi.” She wraps her arms around his neck and nuzzles into his chest.

He picks her up and carries her to her room. She needed it soft tonight, he could tell. He knew her mannerisms so well by now.

“How was your night?” He asks as he takes her clothes off.

“Good, I went bowling.” She says as she undoes his belt. “With Mike, it wasn’t a date or anything.”

“Sounds like fun.”

He licks into her mouth and kisses her tenderly. They get onto the bed, and he kneads her breasts. She whimpers from the way his lips wrap around her nipple. His hand slides between her legs and she opens up for him. Two of his fingers slide in and he pumps in and out of her.

“Please, just fuck me, want you.” She looks at him with pleading eyes.

“Do you want me to use a condom?” She shakes her head no at him. “Need you to actually say it, Y/N.”

“No, I don’t want you to use a condom.”

He nods and shifts up her body. She presses on his chest to give her some room, and she rolls onto her stomach. He pushes inside her and leans down so his chest is flush with her back like she likes. He snakes a hand between her and the bed to rub her clit, and he gets a rhythm going.

“Oh fuck.” She moans. “Just like that, shit.”

“You’re so fucking tight.” He groans into her ear. He moves his hips in a circle and she moans out. “Like it when I stretch you like this?”

“Yes, fuck, oh my god.” She starts panting. “I’m so close, Jesus, Harry.” She moans out into her pillows as he keeps thrusting.

“Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside me, please, fill me up.”

With a couple of quick thrusts he comes inside her, filling her to the brim. He kisses her back and pulls out.

“Harry, will you stay tonight?”

“Yeah, course.”

She nods and gets up to use the bathroom. Once she’s all cleaned up, he goes to use it, and then they get into bed together. She lays her head on his chest, and he keeps an arm around her.

“You know, I love bowling.” He says and she looks up at him.

“Really?”

“Sure, what’s more fun than having a couple of beers and throw a ball at some pins?” She laughs at that and nods.

“Not much.” She bites her bottom lip. “What else do you for fun?”

“Um, I really like going to the movies when I can. I feel like I haven’t had much of a social life in a while, you know, to do those types of things.”

“I like going to the movies too. Do you ever miss going to a bar for yourself?”

“Sometimes. More so just to hang out with friends, but I work with some really cool people. Sometimes we’ll all get together after a shift to hang out.”

“Harry…I…I really like having sex with you, like, it’s incredible, but…”

“I’d like to stay for breakfast tomorrow.” He looks down at her. “We never eat together, and I know why. We can go somewhere if you don’t have any breakfast food, but I think it would be nice if we did that.”

“I have plenty here, I love breakfast food.”

“Me too.”

“So you wanna make it together and all that?”

“I think it could be fun, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I think it could be fun.”

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[ladycatofwinterfell]

Raindrops, snowflakes, sunshine, part 3

Summary: Catelyn meets a northern boy in her algebra class during one of London’s many rainy days. Initially she doesn’t expect much, but this boy brings her a surprising amount of sunlight.

@leialannister and I discussed Scandinavian Starks and I realized I really wanted to write a fic so that’s what I did. Swedes depicted in media makes this Swede happy, and NedCat also makes me happy so why not combine it and publish him for everyone to see?

Ashara poked her head into the bathroom and squinted against the bright light. Catelyn got eye contact with her through the mirror and raised her eyebrows. Ashara had looked better. She was a beautiful woman, but at the moment she looked like seven hard years.

“Where are you going?”

“Did I say I’m going somewhere?” Catelyn asked.

She was going somewhere, but she hadn’t said a thing about it to Ashara and Cersei. She had planned to tell them about it, she really had, but then she had just never found an opportunity to do it. She had thought that she would be able to get out without them taking too much notice about it. That she thought because the two of them had a hangover from hell.

“You didn’t drink last night and you’re wearing makeup, you’re going somewhere.”

Catelyn turned around to look at her directly instead of through the mirror.

“I’m going out for coffee with Ned” she said.

Ashara smiled tiredly.

“You are?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m happy for you but I also hate you.”

Catelyn turned back to the mirror to examine her look a final time.

“What have I done to deserve that?”

Ashara leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Cersei and I are stuck here, hangover as fuck, but you’re all pretty and have a date with a cute guy.”

Ned had accepted her following request and Ashara and Cersei had deemed him cute based on the pictures he had. Not amazingly good looking, but definitely cute.

Together the two of them had also reached the conclusion that there was no trace of a partner on his social media. He only had pictures with more than two people in them, which made it hard to determine, but after careful consideration they had said that he didn’t seem to have a girlfriend. Which of course didn’t matter to Catelyn, but they had found it very interesting.

“Thanks, but it’s not a date.”

It definitely wasn’t a date, but she was looking good. Her skin was glowing, her hair cooperated. It was a perfect day.

“Then what is it?”

“I’m meeting a person for coffee, that’s what it is.”

Ashara rolled her eyes.

“That really just sounds like a coffee date, KitKat.”

She didn’t know when Cersei’s ridiculous nickname for her had stuck, but it annoyed her that it had. She had long since given up on trying to fight it. KitKat. Sometimes that was just who she was. A chocolate covered wafer bar.

“If you insist on it, fine, it’s a friend date.”

She walked past Ashara and out of the bathroom. The flat was gloomy and the air was heavy with the smell of what Catelyn guessed was lavender, but she wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter what scented candle it was that Ashara had lit, the only thing that mattered was that Catelyn had an intense dislike of it. She was glad for that she had a good reason to get out of there.

“Is he aware of that it’s a friend date?” Ashara questioned as she followed Catelyn to the hallway.

He had to be. She couldn’t imagine him wanting to date her because why would he want that? She hadn’t exactly made a good first impression. Or second impression. She had been given multiple chances and had managed to fuck it up every time.

“Yes. I don’t think he would want to date me anyway.”

“Why?”

Catelyn tried to keep her mind off the social missteps she had made during her conversations with Ned. If she started thinking about that she would die. Well, she wouldn’t die, but she would have some trouble getting herself to their… friend date. And if she actually managed to get there she would have a very hard time looking at him.

“There’s no need to talk about that.”

A sly grin appeared on Ashara’s face.

“No need to talk about it, huh? Why’s that?”

“I’m an idiot, that’s all there is to say.”

“That isn’t like you.”

“My brain abandoned me somewhere in the middle, I don’t know.”

Catelyn really didn’t want to be that person, but she was smart. She was book smart and also did well in social situations. She was simply overall smart. Therefore she would have liked to know what it was about Ned that made her act like she had never spoken to a person before. What about him was so terribly special that she couldn’t use her brain? He wasn’t special, the only thing that made him stand out from the other people in her life was that he was Swedish. And there were literally millions of other Swedes.

“Good luck with your friend date” Ashara said when Catelyn opened the door to leave.

“Have fun here” Catelyn responded.

She was once more very happy for that she was going out instead of staying inside feeling like a corpse all day.

“We’re gonna order pizza, it’ll be great.”

Catelyn didn’t believe Cersei was awake and based on Ashara’s yawn she she guessed she would go back to bed for a little longer as well.

“Save me a slice.”

“Can’t promise anything.”

“Come on.”

“That’s what you get for ditching us for a guy.”

“Is it somehow my fault that you’re hangover?”

“Cat, honey, shut up and let me be a little bit jealous over your date.”

Why was she jealous? She had a girlfriend. And it still wasn’t a date, Ashara knew that. Catelyn would get no boyfriend out of meeting Ned for coffee.

“You have a girlfriend, go on a date with her.”

“I can’t date anyone in this condition.”

“I want dinner no matter your condition.”

Ashara almost pushed her out the door.

“Don’t keep the Swede waiting.”

“Hey, I need–“

The door shut before she had finished her sentence. She supposed it was for dramatic effect, but it wouldn’t really work as Ashara had pushed her out before she could take her bag and phone. So she opened the door and went back inside.

“Did you not get my hint?” Ashara chuckled. “I was telling you to leave.”

Catelyn snatched her bag up from where it stood on the floor just next to the door.

“I appreciate your attempt at recreating a scene from a shitty movie, but I needed my bag.”

“I knew something would ruin it.”

“Want to try again?”

Ashara looked like she actually considered it for a moment, but then she scrunched up her face.

“Nah, it wouldn’t be the same” she said.

“Sorry for ruining it.”

“I hate you now.”

Catelyn descended the stairs, cursing the fact that the lift was still broken. She didn’t even know how long it had been since it broke. Weeks, maybe months. And when it actually worked it worked for five days at a time anyway. Catelyn was a world champion when it came to running in stairs. She was nowhere near patient enough to simply walk down those stairs, that took way too long.

When she had stepped out on the street she heard her phone’s text signal and smoothly fished it out of her bag. It was a message from Ned. She had got his number after they started following each other on Instagram so that they could have more direct contact.

Is it fine if Oden comes?

Her lips curled into a smile, he wanted to bring his dog. That felt like an honor. She didn’t know if it was, but it certainly felt that way. And she was fine with his dog. It was a large dog, she wasn’t a fan of large dogs. But Oden seemed very polite.

Yeah, it’s no problem

Okay, see you soon

See you soon

She put her phone away again and happily walked towards the subway. She had hoped it would be sunny, it was not. Maybe it would have been if she hadn’t thought of it. The weather seemed to work that way. But it wasn’t raining, and according to her weather app it wouldn’t. It was just cloudy. Which was fine. Cloudy was fine. But it made her a little sad because her hair was at its best with some sunlight at it, if she could say so herself.

She arrived there before Ned. The bookshop was closed Sundays so she couldn’t browse for books while waiting. So she looked at her phone for a bit, tried not to stare at people walking past her. She didn’t know where he lived, so she had no idea about from which way he would come.

But before she knew it he was standing in front of her with Oden next to him.

“Hey” he said.

She smiled.

“Hi.”

“I hope Oden isn’t a problem.”

She crouched down slightly and scratched Oden between his ears.

“Not at all. We’re best friends, right, Oden?”

Not that a dog could answer her, but it seemed like he liked her. He wagged his tail. She didn’t speak dog, but she believed that meant he was happy. Or at least he didn’t hate her.

“He trusts you” Ned said.

She had been joking, but she saw no sign of that he was.

“I’m sorry, I’m bad with dogs, how can you tell that?”

“Oh that’s not about dogs overall, it’s just Oden. He usually doesn’t let people touch his head. His brothers and sisters were a bit mean to him, and they would chew on his ears so he’s sensitive in that area.”

Catelyn previously hadn’t believed that she would ever reach the point in her life where a dog trusted her. She didn’t like dogs, and dogs didn’t like her. It had been that way for as long as she could remember. And still she stood there with a dog who according to his owner trusted her.

“I really do not deserve that” she said dismissively. “At all.”

Ned looked at her for a moment before answering. She looked back into his eyes. Grey. They were grey. And she was certain of that she wouldn’t forget it that time around. Even more so she hoped they wouldn’t go so long without seeing each other that she had time to forget again. But she wouldn’t let that happen.

“I think you do.”

Maybe she was blushing. She had no idea. All she knew was that he was very sweet and that she liked that about him.

“Thank you.”

She had probably held eye contact with him for longer than appropriate but he didn’t seem to mind. When she snapped out of it and averted her eyes, turning her gaze to the street instead.

“Where do you want to go?” she asked.

Ned sighed.

“I’m going to confess something” he then said. “I don’t know a lot about coffee, where I come from we drink it plain and black. So you pick wherever you like.”

Interesting that he had asked her out for coffee then. Maybe that was simply the first thing that had come to his mind when he asked her.

“Okay. Well, this isn’t my part of the city, I’m rarely here, but if we walk around the area I’m sure we’ll find something good.”

She was only there when she was at the bookshop. She had no other reason to be there, she only knew they had a good bookshop there.

“Sounds good.”

They started walking down the street with Oden ahead of them.

“Don’t you have coffee shops in Sweden?” Catelyn said.

It seemed so much like an exaggerated stereotype that she couldn’t really believe it. Sweden wasn’t all winter and woods, was it? They had cities and in cities there were coffee shops. Or so she believed. Maybe Sweden was a stranger country than she had initially thought.

“We have in the cities, but my family is from the country side so I didn’t have easy access to them. I learned to drink my coffee black. In the wrong company you could get shamed for drinking it with a little bit of milk.”

“Really?”

“Proper people drink their coffee black” Ned said in a heavy Swedish accent.

Catelyn couldn’t keep herself from laughing and he smiled.

“I drink my coffee black too sometimes” she said. “But that’s mostly when I’m too tired to put anything in it because I’m studying.”

“Everyday I thank myself for quitting math.”

“I get you, sometimes it’s all pain, but I like it.”

“I’m a bit jealous, I wish I was good at it.”

She was somewhat flattered by that. So he wanted something that she had too, she wasn’t the only one who was a bit jealous of the others talents? Maybe she was a bad person for feeling that. She didn’t really care.

“Do you?”

“I have always admired academic people, but I’m definitely not one of them. My brain’s not wired that way.”

“That’s funny, because I thought the same thing about you when you said that you draw” she confessed. “I wish I was good at that.”

Ned didn’t answer, so she looked at him to see if something had happened. He didn’t look back at her, seemingly deep in thought. Which confused her. Had what she said really been that thought inducing? She didn’t believe so. They stopped at a red light, waiting for the light to turn green so that they could cross the street. The moment she wasn’t walking she realized her hands were getting quite cold. She should have brought gloves, she realized as she stuck them in her pockets.

“I could teach you, if you’d like” he offered.

By then she had almost forgotten that she was talking to someone.

“What?”

“I could teach you, if you’d like” he repeated. “I’m not amazing, and I don’t know how good I am at teaching, but I can try.”

Catelyn wasn’t a person who lost her tongue. She could always talk, even in situations where she got nervous or embarrassed. She always had her words. That wasn’t always something she considered positive, but it was true. Though she believed that what she felt then was the closest thing to speechlessness she would ever come.

They had only met a few times, that was the first time they had actually agreed to meet up. They didn’t know each other too well, they were only acquainted with each other. And still Ned offered to teach her. Still he offered to help her learn something she had wanted to learn for many years.

“Would you do that?” she asked, feeling herself smile.

“If you want to, sure” he responded, shrugging as if it was no big deal.

“I have nothing to give you in return, but thank you. I would love to do that.”

“You don’t need to give me anything in return, it’s just a fun thing.”

It could definitely be a fun thing.

The light turned green and together with the other people who had gathered at the crossing they hurried across the street with Oden leading the way.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“What? No, I’m not cold at all” she lied.

There was no need to fuss about that. She was just too stupid to dress for the weather. Maybe she should have learned to after having been alive for quite some time, but she never seemed to do so. Her father would have shook his head if he could have seen her, he had always stooped her in the door and given her a hat and a pair of gloves.

“Are you sure? Because it really seems like it.”

She should have taken a scarf and a pair of gloves, she could definitely admit to that, but it was a little too late to think of it then.

“What makes you think I’m cold?”

“The fact that your shoulders are up at your ears and your hands are very deep down in your pockets.”

“Okay, I’m a little cold, but it’s nothing.”

If she hadn’t known herself as well as she did she would have looked in her bag to see if she by any chance had a pair of gloves in it. But she did know herself, and was therefore aware of that she would never put gloves in her bag. Looking was therefore unnecessary.

To her great horror he first handed her Oden’s leash, and then took of his own gloves off before offering them to her.

“Ned, there’s no need for that, you really don’t have to” she protested. “You shouldn’t have to be cold because I’m bad at wearing enough clothes.”

Ned didn’t listen to that. He merely took Oden’s leash back and instead gave her the gloves. When he did so his hand touched hers and she felt how warm it was. It could just have been the contrast to her frozen hand, but it felt like he was very warm. They would have made a good match if they were dating in that sense.

“God, your hands are warm” she said.

“I know, that’s why you need the gloves a lot more than I do” he said. “Put them on.”

The need to get her hands warmed up came out victorious in the fight against the want to keep protesting. And she was actually very grateful for the gloves when she put them on and felt an instant relief. They were way too large, but they were a lot better than nothing.

“Thank you, this is very kind of you, but never leave your dog in my hands again. He’s a nice dog, I like him, but I draw the line there.”

“Okay, thank you for letting me know.”

“I’m usually not this bad at planning” she then said, feeling that she had to defend some of what little dignity she had left.

“Just like you’re usually not late?” he quipped, obviously amused by her words.

So he remembered that, did he? That hadn’t been a lie, she was always on time. But the latter was a truth with modifications. She was a good planner, but not when it came to dressing for the weather.

“Yes, like that. I don’t know what has gotten into me lately.”

“I hear that’s what London does to you if you stay here for too long.”

“I think it’s Britain overall, it’s been too long since I was home.”

How long had it been since she visited home? It must have been in the beginning of the summer and at the moment it was the middle of autumn.

“Where are you from?” he asked. “More specifically.”

“Galway. Where are you from?”

“I doubt you would know it, most Swedes don’t know it. It’s a small town. And we didn’t even live in that small place, we lived a bit away from it.”

He was right, she knew exactly two Swedish cities. The two largest ones. And he said he was from a small place earlier so she had known it wasn’t one of those, but it had seemed polite to ask.

“I know Stockholm and Gothenburg, which one is it closest to?”

“Good question, uhm… Gothenburg, I think. But it’s about the same distance to both of them. It’s close to the Norwegian border, not too far from Sweden’s largest lake.”

Just then she realized that she knew absolutely nothing about Swedish geography. She had no idea about the name of the largest lake or where in the country it was. And knowing it was close to the Norwegian border didn’t exactly help, Sweden did have a long border towards Norway. That she knew.

“I’m completely lost” she admitted. “You’ll have to show me on a map.”

Ned laughed.

“Absolutely, but then you’ll have to show me Galway on a map. I have no idea about where that is” he said.

“Don’t you know Galway? There’s eighty thousand people living there.”

“I have heard of Galway, I just don’t know where it is!” he said defensively.

“Okay, small town boy” she chuckled.

He pulled a face at her, making her laugh even more.

“I know I’m not the most academic person, but you’re being unfair, big city girl.”

Catelyn smiled.

“Small town isn’t negative. I like small towns. They have an atmosphere and a feeling that cities don’t have.”

She thought of her grandparents’ house in the country side. She had been there all the time when she was a child, sometimes she had thought it was better there than in the city. Wherever Ned was from was probably lovely.

“Small towns are very different from London” he said. “My siblings dreamed of leaving, but I liked it there. It was calm, not much happened. A good place to make art.”

“You said your older brother lives here, right?”

“Yes. My brother Brandon lives here. I have two younger siblings, as well. A sister, Lyanna, and a brother, Benjen. They’re back in Sweden with my parents. Do you have siblings?”

“I have a younger sister, Lysa, and a little brother, Edmure. He’s twelve, he thinks I’m a total nerd for studying math. He thinks I should get a cool degree instead, like criminology. He still calls a lot and wants to come here to visit though.”

“Despite that you’re a nerd?” Ned chuckled.

“Yeah, despite that I’m a nerd. Apparently I’m still likable and a pretty okay older sister.”

“You’re likable. Och vacker.”

The first thing she understood perfectly, but those last two words she didn’t know. That was Swedish. Why had he started speaking Swedish suddenly? And what did it mean?

“Thank you, but I’m sorry, I don’t know what that second thing means” she said.

Ned gave her a look. She didn’t know what that meant either. There were many things about him that she didn’t know or understand.

“It was nothing” he said.

“No, that wasn’t nothing. If it was nothing you would have told me what it meant” she said, nudging him in the side. “Come on, tell me!”

“No.”

“You’ve made me cur–“

“This might be a good place, don’t you think?”

Catelyn shut her mouth and looked up to see that he was right, that was a coffee shop. She wasn’t sure of exactly where they were, she didn’t recognize it so she had probably never been there before. But they had coffee and that was the only criteria she had.

“You wait here with Oden, I can go inside and order” she said. “What do you want?”

“You already know what I want.”

“Are you sure you don’t want something more fun?”

“Proper people drink their coffee black, big city girl” he reminded her.

She laughed and then took off the gloves, handing them to him.

“Thanks for letting me borrow them, I’ll be back out in a few minutes.”

She opened the door and was met by a wave of heat. It was quite crowded, seemed like everyone had decided to get coffee at the same time. She placed herself at the end of the long line and then took her phone out of her bag, immediately taking up a translator. And then found that she couldn’t remember what that word was that he had said. Or those words. She was pretty sure of that there had been two words, but she couldn’t for her life remember what they were. And it annoyed her. It was annoying that he refused to tell her. Had it been something really insulting? But why would he say something insulting, she didn’t believe she had done anything to deserve that.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee was one she had mixed feelings for. She had worked in a coffee shop for almost a year, and had quit just before starting to take classes that autumn as her working schedule didn’t work out with the classes, and she wasn’t allowed to change it. Coffee was a good scent, but some of her worst interactions with other people had also happened in that environment. She had to get a new job though, she was starting to run low on money.

When it came down to it she got him a latte because she couldn’t bring herself to order black coffee. It was too boring, she had to teach him to drink other kinds of coffee as well.

“What do I owe you?” he asked when she came back outside.

“Nothing, it’s on me this time. And you didn’t get black coffee” she informed him.

“I knew it. Is it a latte?”

“It is a latte.”

“I’ll accept it.”

“You sure you won’t get all soft from the steamed milk?” Catelyn said teasingly.

He took a sip from his mug.

“If I don’t survive the winter it’s your fault.”

“I’ll be sure to let your family know that.”

“Thank you, I’m sure it will bring them much comfort as they’re grieving me.”

“Most definitely.”

“Do you want the gloves?” Ned asked when they started walking again.

She didn’t know where they were going, and she supposed he didn’t either. Just walking could be nice too.

“No, I’m good. I have the warm mug now, and besides they’re your gloves, you should have them.”

“I’ll bring an extra pair next time.”

He wanted to see her more times. Things couldn’t be going bad then, could they? He liked her as well as she liked him.

“Or maybe we’ll see each other indoors” she suggested.

“That works too.”

They crossed a street once more and came out to a park. Why had she never been in that park before? It was a nice park and it was probably even better in summer. She would have to remember that. Maybe she could go there with Ned again. Or she could take Ashara and Cersei there. They went to parks all the time in the summer.

“What do you do in your spare time?” Ned asked.

“If you’re fishing for hobbies now I won’t be able to give you anything. When I don’t study I read, and spend time with my flat mates, occasionally I go to a pub or meet up with other friends. Well, I bake a lot, does that count as a hobby?”

She was actually a quite good baker, but when she thought of it she lived a very boring life. She didn’t consider it boring, she liked it as it was, but it wasn’t anything spectacular. There wasn’t much variation.

“Why wouldn’t it count as a hobby?”

“I don’t–“

Suddenly he almost fell to the side and therefore right into her. Warm coffee splashed over both of them as she stumbled over her own feet. She would have fallen over if he had not quickly dropped her mug in order to grab her arm and hold her upright.

At first she didn’t understand what had happened or why he had lost his feet, but then she realized that it was Oden that had suddenly pulled at his leash.

“För i helvete, Oden!” Ned exclaimed before turning to her. “I’m so sorry, he must have seen a squirrel or something.”

She looked at him, coffee all over his chest area, then looked down at herself. She had equally as much coffee, if not more, all over her. Had she not worn her coat it probably would have burned her.

Catelyn closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again.

“It’s fine, it wasn’t intentional. And no major harm was done.”

She hoped the stains would go away in the washing machine. Otherwise she wouldn’t be that happy, but she still couldn’t be angry at anyone. Neither Ned nor Oden had done it on purpose. And it wasn’t like he didn’t also have coffee all over him.

“Jag visste att jag inte skulle ha tagit med dig” Ned muttered to Oden. “Varför kan du inte bete dig när det behövs?”

The dog stood before them, looking at them with puppy eyes. Seemingly wondering why they had just stopped the walk. When Catelyn met his eyes he tilted his head, wagging his tail.

“And that means?”

“He’s not like this usually, I have no idea about what has gotten into him” he said apologetically.

She believed he had chosen to ignore her question and that wasn’t the translation for what he had said, but she couldn’t be sure about that as she didn’t know a single Swedish word.

“It’s okay, really. Accidents happen.”

He was still holding her arm, and they were standing quite close to each other. There was still some distance between them, but it was far less than when they had been walking. She was blushing, she could feel her cheeks burn. Why did she have to blush, why was that her first reaction to everything?

He noticed just seconds after she did and let go of her arm, then he backed away a step, avoiding her eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pay for the coffee?” he asked, sounding deeply troubled about it all.

“I’m sure. Next time coffee’s on you, it’ll even out.”

Ned sighed.

“I really feel like I should in some way compensate you for this.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

It felt somewhat ridiculous to stand there and talk about whether or not he should pay her for the coffee while both of them were dripping with it.

She would have laughed if she hadn’t wanted to disappear into the ground, never to appear again. Both because of the ridiculousness of the situation and because it was so far from how it had played out in her head when she had thought about it beforehand. Nowhere in her imaginations had she come up with a scenario where they stood in a park together with his dog, both of them having coffee all over themselves. She should have expected it though. Of course she couldn’t see him one time without something happening.

“Look, I understand if you don’t want to see me again–” he started.

“Why wouldn’t I want to see you again?”

His expression changed from a very anxious one to one that indicated that he believed that she had completely lost it.

“Because I poured almost all of my coffee on you?”

“I poured coffee all over you too, this goes two ways. Oh God, we look ridiculous.”

She could always take some comfort in that they were looking ridiculous together.

“I know, I can see you clearly” he responded dryly.

As if he didn’t look just as stupid as she did. 

"Take a good look then, small town boy. I've never looked better."

She had probably never looked worse. At least when it came to her clothes. It was a good outfit, but the stains didn't really go with it.

"Det är ingen dålig syn."

The whole Swedish thing was fun, she liked hearing him speak his first language, but she was also already tired of not always understanding what he was saying. Communicating in Swedish didn't really work though because she didn't know a word in that language, otherwise she wouldn't have minded at all.

"I'm sorry, Swedish is a fine language, but I don't understand and this time you'll have to translate for me."

"That feels deeply unnecessary."

There was something about the look he had after he had said it that made her even more curious. Like a child who was pretending he wasn't guilty of something he had obviously done and was having a hard time keeping the mask up. What was he saying to her? And why did he refuse to translate it?

"Well, this has been very nice, but I suppose we'll have to continue some other time, because we're both in need of a change of clothes" she said.

She crouched down and picked up the mugs they had dropped. Then she walked over to a nearby trash can and tossed them in it.

"Once again, I'm very sorry” he said.

"There's not much to do about it, so no need to feel sorry."

They began making their way back towards where they had met up, trying very hard to pretend they were not covered in coffee. They actually managed to pass by fairly unnoticed, Catelyn only saw one person give them a look as they walked past. And that wasn't strange, she had seen so much weirder things than two people who had clearly had a little accident while living in London. Maybe it even passed as some sort of fashion statement. When it had just happened it hadn't felt like it, but it could have been worse. A lot worse. She still wanted to disappear from the face of earth when she thought about it, but at the same time she knew that it was definitely a thing she could get over. It had been an accident, it wasn't something she had done or said. That was always an improvement from the times they had met in the bookshop.

"Except for the mess I had a pretty good time" she smiled when they arrived at where they would walk different ways.

"We'll have to do it again without that part" he agreed.

"Indoors" she added.

"I'll bring extra gloves in the future, just in case we need to go somewhere."

She snorted, wondering if he really was that much of an outdoor person.

"That works too."

They fell quiet after that, unsure of what to do. What was appropriate? Could she hug him? That was what seemed most reasonable to her as a handshake was way too formal but she still needed to say goodbye in some way. Hugging also felt most natural to her. Though she couldn't be sure of that he was a hugger. She had never been more thankful for her phone ringing. Maybe a few times, but she was happy to hear her ringtone in that moment. She didn't have to answer it, but it gave her a little more time to figure out what to do.

"I should probably check who it is, I'm sorry" she said apologetically.

She wished she could have just taken up her phone, but it had somehow disappeared underneath everything else she had in the bag. Old receipts, two pairs of sunglasses, a charger, her wallet, a box with a broken bracelet that she had intended to get fixed, some pads. And that was only some of it. How had her phone managed to get down under all that? And when had she put all that crap in the bag? When she finally managed to find it she saw Edmure's name and picture on the screen, and she answered the call with a small smile on her face.

"Uncle wants to know if you're coming home for Christmas" her brother's little voice informed her before she had time to answer.

"Hello to you too, Ed" she chuckled.

"Are you coming home for Christmas?"

It was more than a month and a half until Christmas, why did Uncle Brynden want to know that already? And why wasn't he calling her instead of making Edmure do it? They had regular contact, why hadn't he asked her when they talked the day before?

"I am, but why does he want to know that now?"

"He said why, but I forgot to listen, I just know he told me to ask you that."

She had to keep herself from laughing again by biting down on her tongue. It didn't get easier when she locked eyes with Ned who proceeded to wave back at her despite that they were a meter away from each other.

"Okay."

She would have to call him later and see what it was about.

"What are you doing?" Edmure continued, quickly moving past Christmas.

"I'm out with a friend."

"Is it Ashara or Cersei? Or one of your other friends?"

"His name is Ned, you haven't met him."

There was a short pause from Edmure's side.

"Can I say hello to him?" he then asked.

She could imagine him in his room back in Galway. Sitting at his desk in front of the window of the room, picking at the flaking blue paint on his chair, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. He was always like that when she told him about new people.

"Do you want to say hello to my brother?" she said to Ned.

He shrugged.

"Sure, why not?"

She put Edmure on speaker and then held up the phone.

"Alright, you can say hello now, Ed."

"Hello, Ned."

Ned leaned forward slightly to answer.

"Hello, Edmure."

"Are you and my sister actually friends or are you her boyfriend?"

Ned raised his eyebrows in surprise and she felt the moment she stopped breathing, her eyes going wide.

"Pardon?"

"And that's enough!" Catelyn interrupted, quickly taking Edmure off speaker and putting the phone to her ear again. "Say hello to everyone back home and tell them I love them, bye!"

"But–"

She pressed the button to end the call. There was the reason for why not. She should have seen that one coming, she should have known. She could have spared them both the humiliation if she had just thought it through a second time. Edmure didn't have many boundaries, she had hoped that would grow away when he got older, but it never did. Though he still had some years left before he was a lost case, he was only twelve, after all.

"I had no idea that was going to happen, please forgive me" she said in a low voice as she put her phone back in her bag.

If she looked at him she wouldn't be able to see him again. She would have to delete his contact in her phone and erase every proof of that they had ever met.

"My older brother and my sister are exactly like that, I get you."

She had a feeling of that he wasn't looking at her either, but rather up at the sky.

"There's always some comfort in not being alone, I guess."

"There is."

She took a deep breath and then went in for a quick hug. Based on the way his whole body tensed at first she thought it had been a miscalculation from her side, but then he laid his free arm arm over her back and hugged her back. They were only in contact for a few seconds, but during that short time she once more got to feel how warm he was. His future girlfriend would be lucky to have him in the winter, it was nice. He was nice, all of him.

"We'll have to see each other again" she said when they parted.

"Definitely. Will I hear from you in the near future?"

Catelyn scratched Oden behind one ear. He had patiently been standing still and waiting while they had been standing there and talking. Why weren't all dogs like him? She would have liked them a lot better if they were

"You’ll hear from me as soon as I know when I can. Take care."

"You too."

She threw a glance over her shoulder when they walked separate ways. She did so every few seconds until Ned and Oden had disappeared behind a corner and she could no longer see them. She sighed, that sure had been a lot. They had done quite well, she would like to lay the blame with Oden and Edmure for that it had gone as it did. In the future she wouldn't answer any calls from Edmure while she was around people, it was better that way. Much better. When was back home and had climbed up all the stairs to the sixth floor she was met by ABBA. She hadn't even opened the door yet, but she could clearly hear "Dancing Queen". They were probably watching Mamma Mia!, Ashara loved that movie. Catelyn was almost positive she herself had seen the movie half a hundred times just because Ashara put it one at least once a week.

"What the hell did you do in order to look even more like crap than we do?" Cersei asked when she caught sight of her. "Really, what happened to you, KitKat?"

She felt like she was doing a walk of shame. Except for that she hadn't had sex with anyone, she had just spilled coffee all over herself and the person she had been meeting with. She needed fresh clothes. And dinner, she was starving.

"I don't want to talk about it right now, I need a while to process the whole thing."

"Sounds like a successful date" Ashara hummed to the tune of the chorus of the song.

"It was eventful, if nothing else.”

"There's pizza for you in the fridge, if that makes anything better."

Catelyn stopped to look at her, almost believing that she would start crying over some pizza.

"Really?"

"Yeah, go wild."

"I love you, I'll join you in a minute, I just need to change my clothes."

#catelyn stark #catelyn tully #ned stark #ned x cat #ashara dayne #cersei lannister #edmure tully #my fic #raindrops snowflakes sunshine #im sorry its so late editing took a lot longer than i expected #but here you have nedcat oden and edmure #aka sugar and spice and everything nice

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Best Laid Plans

Rafael Barba x Bryan Kneef x Reader. DP (double penetration) for kink bingo. This is MMF and MFM. Oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex. This basically goes straight to filth, very very little plot. NSFW!

WC: 2811

AN2: Forgive any typos. ‘Tis late here on the East Coast. 

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Summer in Chicago. Hot, humid mornings meant a 50% chance of a thunderstorm in the evening. Most days you were prepared, stashing an umbrella in your oversized shoulder bag. Except this morning you changed bags and as a result, you forgot the umbrella.

The rain pelted down hard, soaking you instantly. You ran down Michigan Avenue, looking for refuge in the nearest restaurant. You ran with your bag over your head, serving as a poor substitute for an umbrella. Your shoes squished and squashed in an obscene manner and you scrunched your nose in disgust. Spotting an awning ahead of you, you jogged towards it in hopes to catch a minute and wait for the rain to stop.

You caught your appearance in the glass reflection of the building you were in front of – The Talbott Hotel. You looked like a drowned rat, with your mascara running down your cheeks and the sopped wet herm of your dress which stuck to your thighs. You sighed.

“The bar has a bathroom miss if you’d like to freshen up and warm up until the rain stops.”

You looked up at the doorman standing there. You gave him a small smile and nodded, thanking him as he opened the door for you.

The bar was fairly quiet, which surprised you for the time of day. You took a seat at the empty bar and ordered a scotch, two fingers, with a twist. You opened your purse and sought after your make up bag. You grabbed a handful of red napkins from the bar caddy in front of you and began to fix your appearance. You cleaned off the mascara that was on your cheeks, swiped on some concealer and re-applied mascara. You took a claw clip and pinned up your soaked hair. Unbeknownst you, two sets of bright green eyes were watching you curiously.

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Acid jazz played throughout. The bartender came over and brought over your drink. You placed some cash on the bar, covering the price as well as tip before hopping off with your bearings and drink to an empty table. You settled into your seat and scanned the bar.

You had a bad habit of people watching. A force of habit from your time as a barista in college, getting to know everyone – who were the regulars and who weren’t. Your phone buzzed, interrupting your thoughts. When you checked your messages, you let out a sigh – your friend who was meeting you for dinner, cancelled. Your stomach growled in response and you shoved a handful of peanuts into your mouth. You chewed thoughtfully as you pulled up the weather app on your phone – it was going to rain for at least another hour. ‘Might as well grab dinner here.’ You thought to yourself.

You looked up again, looking for where the bartender went, when you found yourself staring at a handsome older man with dark hair and suspenders across the way from you. He wasn’t alone – another man was with him, but his head was down and he was busy scribbling something down. What caused you though to freeze in tracks, was that the handsome man in suspenders was staring at you.

Even from across the distance, the intense smoldering stare from the man in suspenders caused your cunt to kick. He was painfully attractive, with dark hair that greyed at the temples. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, showing off strong, tanned forearms.

The man who accompanied him turned to him to whisper something in his ear. The one in suspenders smirked and nodded. Heat deep down your belly and between your legs was stoked.

You swallowed hard as the man in suspenders made his way towards you. Your heart raced in your chest.

“This seat taken?” The man in suspenders asked. You shook your head and he smiled as he sat.

“I’m Rafael.” He stuck his hand out and you took it, shaking his hand gingerly.

“Y/N.” You replied, focused on how pretty his lips were with perfect peaks on the upper lip and fullness to the lower one. His eyes are breathtaking and you could imagine yourself getting lost in them for a lifetime.

“Are you here in Chicago for business or pleasure?” Rafael asked.

“Pleasure, I hope.”

You both look up at the voice who made its presence known. If you had thought Rafael was handsome, this man was sinful with equally bright green eyes and a full beard that you instantly wondered what would be like on your skin. As a matter of fact, he seemed rough and unfinished – screaming danger in a way that made your nipples go tight and your throat go dry.

“Bryan Kneef – this is Y/N.” Rafael introduced.

A wolfish smile graced Bryan’s face and you felt the skin on the back of your neck prickle.

“Have – has anyone ever told you that you two look awfully alike? Cousins? Twins?” You asked genuinely.

“So we’ve been told.” Bryan chuckled. “But no – not related. Just happy coincidence.”

“Coincidence? Or conspiracy?” You asked, arching your brow as you took a long swig of your drink, emptying it. You relished in the burn that the amber liquid made its way down your throat. You leaned back in you seat, watching the two men intently. You were soaked in more ways than one – your dress left nothing hidden. Your nipples were hard as rocks and your panties were soaked in more ways than one.

“Can we buy you another drink?” Bryan asked. You nodded.

You gave a nod and Rafael stood, making his way back to the bar. You watched Rafael as he walked away and then looked at Bryan.

“Why don’t you ask me what you really want?”

Desire was flush on Bryan’s face and his eyes twinkled. “And what do you think that is?”

You rolled your eyes. “Come on, two gorgeous men like you. One of me. No wedding bands. I’m not stupid.”

“No harm in having a little fun.” Bryan replied as he sipped his drink.

“You say that to everyone?”

“We know what we want. No need to beat around the bush.”

Rafael returned with a fresh drink for you. You thanked him before taking another long drag. Both men watched your neck bob as you swallowed the drink. You placed your drink down and wiped your mouth.

“This is too good to be true.”

Bryan tipped his head towards Rafael. “He’s only in town for one more night. So we want to make the most of it before he heads home.”

“And where is home?”

“New York.” Rafael replied. He leaned over and placed a hand on your exposed thigh. Your skin was cold and the warmth of his hand caused images of a becoming night flashed through your mind.

“And how exactly would this go?” You asked, taking another sip of your drink. You were aware of the small circles being traced on your skin and you had to bite your check from letting out an involuntary moan.

“We’re very good at sharing.” Rafael rumbled, as both men shifted their seats to be closer to you.

You nodded – the very idea of you and two men was thrilling. You finished off your drink, slamming it hard on the table. “Okay. I’m in.”

--

Fortunately for you, Rafael’s room was conveniently right in the Talbott Hotel. You dared not to look at anyone in the eye as you made your way through the hotel lobby. Bryan’s hand was pressed on the small of your back guiding you to the elevator bank as Rafael followed from behind.

Not a word was spoken on the ride up to the top floor, where Rafael’s room was. You felt wild and bold – this was completely unlike you. The hotel elevator opened up to a grandiose suite, with floor to ceiling windows, offering a panoramic view of Lake Michigan.

It was still raining, the sky was dark and haunting as lightening flashed through the sky and thunder rumbled. You walked around the room, taking in the lavish and opulence ahead of you.

You turned around and found both men watching you intently once more. You made your way to the bed, knowing they’d be watching your every move. You undid the buttons of your dress, peeling off the wet material, leaving you clad in just your panties and bra.

Both men smiled at each other and then moved towards you as one, making quick removal of their clothes as well. “Are you ready?” Rafael asked.

“We’re going to take you every which way possible. Tonight – you are ours. We are yours.”

“Yes.”

--

You lay against Rafael’s chest, his strong arms wrapped around you, playing with your breasts. Bryan’s hands gripped your thighs, keeping you spread as his mouth worked your pussy. He licked a broad stripe along your cunt, before taking your clit into his mouth and suckling. “Oh God,” you groaned as your head lolled back, lacing your hands into his dark hair. You pulled at his hair, tugging as your hips rocked against his face. “Don’t stop.” You groaned as his warm tongue landed on your clit.

“Oh he won’t.” Rafael murmured as he sucked on the pulse point on your neck. He tugged and rolled your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Bryan snaked two fingers from under, to slip them into your warm sheath, pumping it slowly. “Fuck!” You moaned. Bryan chuckled, sending vibrations along your body before he resumed licking you. His tongue abused your bundle of nerves over and over again. You felt the familiar coil in your belly and before you knew it, you were falling apart, coming all over Bryan’s face - chanting his name and praising God all at once.

Bryan licked you through your orgasm and then pressed kisses up and along your trembling thighs until he was fully over you. You wrapped your hand around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, deep and hungry, tasting yourself on him. The kiss broke and as you swallowed air, Bryan pulled Rafael into a kiss. You watched stunned as you were sandwiched between them. The two men kissing was thrilling, like watching two tornadoes collide, further deepening your arousal.

“Mmmm.” Rafael moaned as Bryan broke the kiss. “She tastes delicious.”

“You should have a taste.” Bryan encouraged. “She’s sweet like candy.” Rafael nodded and Bryan sat back on his haunches. Rafael encouraged you to turn around and sit on his face. You acquiesced his request and did so. You let out an obscene moan as Rafael fucked you with his tongue. You lowered yourself so you were face to face with his cock, and took him deep in your mouth.

“Yes, suck that cock.” Bryan encouraged as you sucked on Rafael’s cock. Bryan laced one hand into your hair as his other fisted and pumped his cock.

“You’re such a good cocksucker.” Bryan praised and you squealed in response, though the sound was muffled because your mouth was full. Rafael’s cock felt heavy in your mouth and the taste of his pre-cum flooded your mouth. You took a breath before taking more of his length into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex. The sounds of your mouth slobbering all over his cock drove both men wild.

You didn’t ease up. You pushed his cock gently to the side, so you could access his balls. As you sucked gently on his balls, Bryan took Rafael’s length in his mouth. Both of you worked Rafael. You gasped, releasing his balls as Rafael began to finger fuck you as well. A strand of saliva connected you to him.

“I am going to cum,” Rafael warned. Bryan pulled off his length and pointed Rafael’s cock to your mouth where you took him in deeply again. “Mmmm,” you hummed, sending vibrations up and through Rafael’s body. Rafael’s grip on your thighs tightened and without warning he began to fuck your mouth, thrusting erratically. Suddenly your mouth was flooded with the taste of his hot, salty cum as he released into your mouth. Rafael shuddered as the last drops of his cum released into your mouth.

“That’s it, take it like a good girl.” Bryan rumbled, deep and low, his mouth by your ear. You swallowed all of Rafael’s release greedily, but some still managed to drip out of your mouth as you released him from your mouth.

Bryan kissed you, tasting Rafael’s release and he let out another groan. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

You whimpered, watching him pump his massive cock. “Please.”

Rafael reached into the drawer and tossed a condom to Bryan. Bryan tore the condom and rolled it on, before joining his twin on the bed. Both men kissed once more, and you could see Rafael’s cock come back to life. You crawl over between them and both men break the kiss before each of them take turns to kiss you. Finally, you settle over Bryan and sink onto his cock, as Rafael pressed kisses along your back. Rafael took your arms and pulled them behind your back as Bryan thrusted up into you.

“How’s that cock feel?” Rafael questioned, his voice dripping with lust.

“So good, so fucking good! Oh God!” You pant. “Don’t stop.”

“Lets see how pretty you look coming over that cock.” Rafael encouraged as he reached in between to rub your clit.

“Fuck yes, Jesus!” You cried out. Bryan grunted as he gripped your hips hard as he fucked you with everything he had. You let out a squeal as he hit a sensitive spot in you.

“Lean her forward, Bry.” You hear Rafael command and Bryan brings you the way down, so your forehead to forehead. His tongue is in your mouth, his hands on your tits. You feel lube drizzle all over your ass and you realize what Rafael was going to do. You heard the sound of foil tearing and your heart began to race. You had never done this before but you were excited to try it.

Rafael pressed the swollen head of his cock against your asshole and slowly pushed inside. The burn made you clench around Bryan more. Once Rafael was all the way inside, both men started to thrust slowly, alternating to each other, quickly finding rhythm. You let out a wrecked moan. You never felt so completely full in your life. It was all too much – you were completely foregone into the pleasure. Bryan’s cock was deep in your cunt; Rafael was deep in your ass. A sharp spank landed on your ass from Rafael, causing you to squeal.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my –” you babbled incoherently.

“Are you going to come like a good little slut on our cocks?” Rafael grunted as he continued to fuck you in long, rough strokes.

“Yes, oh God, yes!” you cried out. You pussy throbbed with need and you were so close to the precipice again. You don’t care – the only thing that mattered was how perfect this moment was – you didn’t want it to be over just yet. Bryan stroked your clit with his thumb, slowly, teasingly, working you to your orgasm. Just a few additional circles on your clit by Bryan and you were done. You wailed both their names over and over again as you came again, your pussy gripping Bryan’s cock and your ass clenching Rafael’s cock. It had never been this intense, and you completely dissolved into pleasure as your orgasm rippled through your body. It was almost blinding; sounds were fuzzy, almost like white noise. Rafael slumps over you, the weight of his body on yours, causing you to be sandwiched. His body moved easily with Bryan’s increasingly rough thrusts. “Oh fuck, oh fuck Y/N!” You could barely hear both men shout your name as they each came.

Rafael withdrew from your ass before he flopped onto the bed. He removed the condom and tossed it in a nearby trash can while you remove yourself from Bryan. Bryan does the same as Rafael. The three of you remain in bed, hands wandering, caressing and stroking. The three of you manage to get some rest before deciding to order room service. After dinner, the three of you fuck some more, making the most of Rafael’s limited time.

It’s late and you realized you need to get home. You re-dress, your clothes half-dry and half-wet. You all exchange phone numbers and make plans to reunite the next time Rafael is in town.

Bryan and Rafael each offer to call a town car and you shake your head. Both men stand in front of the elevator and you give a small wave as the bank closes. As you make your way down, you find yourself grateful for a little rain and cancelled plans.

FIN.

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[scandeniall]

no limit to you

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader

summary: “Knew right from the start there was no limit to you.” sakusa’s gonna go far and you know it. a look at your relationship throughout some months. (Started out based on Feels by Kehlani but yeah that went left)

warnings: profanity, starts as college students, manga spoilers about career. implied sex, little bit of angst but for like 10 seconds. 

wc: 5.4k holy shit this took me all week

Dating Sakusa Kiyoomi: Year 2, month 6 

“He is the Black Jackals big and promising rookie,” Your heart couldn’t help but swell with pride as the speaker's voice carried across the gym (?). Despite the less theatrical introductions awarded to MSBY you couldn’t help but cheer loudly even yelling out the stupid nickname given to Sakusa by his teammates. One that he insists that he hates. “Go, omi-omi!” To anyone else it’d just look like another stale glance at the speaker, but you didn’t miss the tiniest of smile that graces his face. 

It’s his time to shine and you’re by his side to witness it all. — Dating Sakusa Kiyoomi: Month 3 

The sound of rain pounding against the building mixed with the sound of landing volleyballs and squeaking shoes. The men’s volleyball practice is approaching hour 3 and despite Sakusa insisting that you could have just headed back to your apartment you were there anyways. One reason for it was because you knew with him living so close he didn’t drive to campus and despite his tendencies for cleanliness, that’d he’d swallow his pride enough to catch a ride with one of his teammates to avoid the torrential downpour. You figured he’d at least appreciate a ride from you, whose car he knew was relatively clean instead (clean mostly because he always made cleaning and disinfecting your car a “couple activity” every weekend). Another reason was simply because you missed him and was ready to propose getting dinner together. Waiting for him wasn’t a problem anyways, the row of tables overlooking the gym were quite spacious and you utilized the time to get some procrastinated work done. As your small break and time spent switching between the same 3 apps comes to an end you pull up your Snapchat one last time the camera zooming in on sakusa for a few seconds with the caption “a superstar”. You knew Sakusa would frown and scold you for it later (the guy hates being put on stupid Snapchat), but also knew he secretly like when you showed how proud you were. The man was truly destined for greatness and you knew there were no limits to how far he could go. Of course with the relative newness of your relationship, you’ve never told him that. After one last check to make sure the video posts, music flows back into your ears as you began the last hour stretch. “You could’ve gone home you know.” Was the first thing you heard the second the dark haired male sat in the chair in front of you. Plucking your earbuds out all you could do was shrug. “Now is that anyway to greet your cinnamon apple,” you laughed at the displeased look on his face, or more so in his eyes. He must've put his mask on before leaving the locker room. Sakusa was never really one for nicknames and whenever you’d call yourself something from a vine from a thousand years ago he couldn’t hide the scowl on his face. 

“All done for the day?” At his nod of assurance you start packing up your bag as Sakusa just watched. He cringed at how you chaotically just packed your papers and laptop into your bag. No folders, or even a ouch for writing utensils. He’d have to get you one. As you finished picking up and fished your keys out of your bag’s pocket you notice Sakusa pull his mask down as he crossed to step in front of you. Placing a quick kiss on your lips, “thank you for waiting.” — Tap. Tap. Tap. Click. Tap. The sounds of scribbling mixed alongside flipped pages and the soft conversations of fellow library goers. The words of the textbook in front of you were beginning to look like gibberish and with that cane even more unconscious fiddling of your pen, a fact not lost on your boyfriend. The sound being so close and frequent broke him out of his own focus bubble. When you insisted the two of you have a study date, you were unsurprisingly met with the excuse of neither of you having the same major. “It doesn’t matter, we can just sit in the library. It’s spending quality time together Kiyoomi,” you’d told him. And it was true, sort of. After you’d finally got into the groove of studying, time seemed to fly and just knowing he was there was comforting enough. “(Y/N). You’re distracting me.” Sakusa was too blunt for his own good sometimes. All you could offer was a mumbled half assed apology, watching as he attempted to focus on his work again. You however? Were done for the time being, deciding to preoccupy yourself with your phone and taking not so sneaky glances at the man sitting in front of you. 

“If you paid as much attention to your work as you did me, you’d be doing better in that class.” Maybe he had a point, but who cared. It's not like you were failing the course. Taking another glace up you manage to catch his eye before responding.

“But you're prettier.”

--

Dating Sakusa Kiyoomi: Month 7

You felt the dip in the bed first. A warm hand resting softly on your back next. Finally your favorite person’s voice. “You're coming to the game right.” You were so tired that you couldn't  even be bothered to turn and face the voice.

“Of course. First home game in a while,” you hum out, eyes still closed basking in the softness of the blanket. The weather had been terrible for the past week, completely draining any energy and remaining motivation you had to finish the rest of the semester. Sakusa, on the other hand, had seemingly been unaffected and you envied his tunnel vision like nature. “I can’t wait to see you win y’know.” Sakusa thanked his lucky stars, that your eyes were still closed, because if not you may have seen the red that dusted the tops of his ears. You could hear the sound of hangars knocking in the closet before inquiring about the noise.

“You don’t have a clean jersey for tomorrow’s game right.” He knew that you had a general school fan jersey, but he meant something more specific. One with his number on the back.  

“Nothing is guaranteed. The other team is pretty good too.”

“Yeah well, you're better.” --

Dating Sakusa Kiyoomi: Year 1 If you heard one last critiquing remark from your boyfriend you were going to scream. Or kill him, which currently sounded like the better option. It started with him telling you your kitchen smelled weird, the food cooked hours earlier obviously not Sakusa approved. Next came him cringing as he inquired when was the last time you or roommate had vacuumed the living room. Then came his annoyed look when he noticed your skincare products all over the bathroom counter because you had to rush out this morning. The last straw came as he said something about you getting germs all over your face as you dug the palms of your hands into your eyes. While that one had some validity you were fucking tired. School was sucking, your coworkers are annoying and your boyfriend is a fucking dick. “Can you not try to not be a germaphobe asshole for two seconds, Sakusa,” you exclaim, not even bothering to face him from your spot at your desk. “Do better with cleaning then.” 

“What are you, my dad.”

“If I were, you’d know how to clean up properly.”

It was official. Sakusa, Kiyoomi fucking sucks. The tension in the air had grown. Between your pissed stress related retorts and sakusa’s stupid passive aggressive insults the two of you had navigated far away from just arguing about germs. You’d both begun bringing up past situations and feelings that you’d both previously kept buried. 

“Half the time I don’t even know if you fucking like me.” That was a lie. He cared and you knew it. But former insecurities paired with his generally aloof nature whenever the two of you were in public caused you to mention it. Insecurties concerning how he was on his way to something great, and that he’d leave you behind with a stupid college degree that you didn’t even know how you were going to use. You’d long abandoned your desk chair, opting to pace around the room. If his eyes were knives, you’d be long dead with the way he was glaring. You hadn’t noticed, but Sakusa even pulled his mask down to engage in this argument. 

“Well thats just stupid. But since you're bringing it up, do you even like me,” Sakusa sneered causing you to stop in place.“You’re going out an awful lot these days. Partying more than you used to, aren’t you.” Your state of disbelief hadn’t been lost on him, in fact you looked as if you were going to start laughing at any moment. The way he condescendingly spoke your name sent chills down your spine. “Can’t help but wonder what you’re doing.”

“Oh so now I’m cheating-.” 

“I’m just pointing out what I’ve noticed.” He’d hit the realization that he messed up the second the insinuation left his lips. However, he was too far in and so were you. He’d have to make it up to you later, he began to think. Until your humourless laugh filled the air, striking a cord in him, bigger than you’d ever done. This entire night you’d been a ticking time bomb, and were ready to explode. 

“Now why the fuck, would I put up with you if I didn’t love you. A year of my life just wasted huh.” The revelation of your love causes Sakusa to pause. Of course the two of you loved one another. It was shown in the little actions. But, until now neither of you had ever uttered the three words to one another.

“(Y/N-)”

“Newsflash, Kiyoomi, you're not an easy person to love. You nag me about shit that only bothers you, and I put up with it. I can’t even come around you with mismatched socks”

“You never want to go out to any kind of party with me and I want you there, yet I’m always willing to go out when you have to with the team.”

“You barely even show that you like me in public. I’ve had friends ask me are we even really dating.”

The end of your rant was accompanied by silence on both of your ends. You were drained. Your throat hurt and your eyes stung. But more importantly your heart ached.  Despite the tears building at the back of your eyes you were not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. Sakusa on the other hand was deep in thought. The tug on his heartstrings at your admittance was foreign. He didn’t want to say anything to further upset you, and had gotten to know you enough to know you’d want to be alone after a time like this. 

The hand that grabbed yours almost felt foreign as Sakusa led you towards your bed. The already long day ending with a quick kiss against your temple, a promise to see you later, and an aching heart. 

--

“Did you and Sakusa- like break up or something,” your friend inquired. It's been 9 days since you’d last heard from Sakusa, and your mopey mood hadn’t gone unnoticed by your friends. On top of you being unusually downcast they noticed that you hadn’t attended the most recent match. You always went to home games. You already had to deal with the aftermath of your roommate being home and hearing your argument that night, you hadn’t exactly been that quiet during the ordeal. 

The next morning marked the start of the weekend, which you’d spent a large part of the day in bed. In the middle of you bothering to fix dinner, your roommate had come home interrupting your pity party. You liked your roommate, you did and the two of you were friendly. But the two of you definitely were not best friends and for them to come home and see you for the first time post argument- awkward. 

“Yo- (Y/N), did you hear me? You and Sakusa break up or something,” your friend repeated, breaking you out of your wandering thoughts. “Or something,” you muttered bitterly. The lunch in front of you suddenly looked unappealing. The melting ice cubes floating in your drink taking away your attention. 

Just as you began to take your mind off Sakusa in preparation to try and have a relatively normal weekend, your friend just had to bring him up. You loved her, but she was a dumbass for that one. Your entire car ride home you turned on your breakup playlist one you’d made during the demise of your last relationship back in highschool. Something about Miley Cyrus’ 7 Things felt more relatable than ever now that you were older. 

Entering your apartment, you waved a greeting to your roommate who looked strangely happy. “Oh (Y/N), you’ve got a gift.” Ok- why the hell was she so cheery about a gift to you. Eying her suspiciously, your roommate pointed past you and your eyes widened.

“Who-”

“Who do you think? Dropped them off a little over an hour ago. Looked disappointed when he realized you weren’t here.”

You half mumbled something kin of appreciation for telling you as you walked toward the kitchen table to see a bouquet of roses, and a card with neatly scribbled handwriting you recognized immediately. 

“One rose for every month of putting up with me being a germophobic asshole. Google also said roses meant love. Hope you like them.

P.s: i missed you at the game (and in general)”

14 roses. He even included the two months where you teetered the line between friends and partners. You couldn’t help but laugh at his use of your word choice to describe him. You hadn’t even noticed your roommate peering over your shoulder until she spoke. “He means well. You two should work it out.” If you weren’t planning to before you sure as hell were going to now. “Yeah,” you mused. “You're right.

The gears in your head were absolutely turning, thinking about how you’d reach back out to Sakusa. Obviously he’d been the bigger person and made the first contact, and yeah he was definitely being a jerk that night, but so were you. You were so caught in your own thoughts as you made your way down the short hallway to your room that you hadn’t even noticed the slight rustling. Opening your door you were met with an even bigger surprise. 

Sakusa. In your room, gloved up, vacuum out-He was cleaning? Your room?. Your brain short circuits as you were at a loss for words.

“Kiyoomi?” The sound of your roommate teasing telling you two to keep it down went beyond your span of comprehension as you just stood in the doorway. “You should close the door. 

---

After you got past the initial shock of seeing Sakusa, he’d taken his gloves off and sat on your bed wordlessly patting the spot next to him. After a brief moment of silence you were the first one to speak. Afterall, he did take the first step at mending your relationship. Now it's your turn. “I’m sorry Kiyoomi. For snapping at you, questioning how you felt when I knew better. I was a bitch for that one. 

“I’m sorry. I was wrong. I knew how stressed you were already and made it worse. I know how you get when you're upset, and came to straighten up for you.”

“Thanks for that one. I’ll admit, it was starting to bother me too.” A silence filled the air as you shifted closer. Enough so that you could rest your head on his shoulder. 

“I know you’re not cheating on me-“

“Wow, how did you figure that out. You are SO smart,” you faked gasped. The  teasing comment released any lingering tension between you and before you knew it Sakusa had his normal frowny face at you. The one he tended to get when you jokingly teased or annoyed him. One, never meant with any malice. A softer one reserved just for you. The moment passed quickly and as you removed your head from his shoulder you eyed him seriously. “I wouldn't do that Yoomi. You know that right?”

The thought of him even thinking you’d ever cheat on him didn’t sit right with you. In fact, it had been the main reason you were upset. You could work past anything else said. But that one? You needed to acknowledge it. Your question had been answered when you felt a hand gently rest on the side of your neck pulling you gently towards him. You were so close that you could feel the move of his lips as he reaffirmed what was already known. “I love you too (Y/N). The universe seemed to stop as Sakusa's lips moved softly against yours. you had moved your lingering hand to wrap around the wrist touching you, rubbing gentle circles on his inner wrist. A hold that unconsciously tightens as you felt his tongue languidly slip into your mouth and explore.This kiss was different than any you’d ever shared before. Different from the quick kisses shared when you’d two part ways at the end of dates. Different than the domineering good luck kisses given in quiet hallways outside the locker room before games. Than the tired kisses he’d reluctantly give because your tired whining grated his nerves. Hell, even different than the kisses shared the first time you two had sex. Those were just awkward. This kiss? Was loving. You two loved one another. Those feelings had been made more than clear to the other person. The universe always told you that falling in love too fast and too young would end in disaster. But you’d risk that if you could feel like this everyday. 

The need for air forced the two of you to pull away. In that time Sakusa had shifted the two of you so that he was resting against the headboard of your bed, your knees resting on the side of his knees. One hand on your thigh, other resting on your back. He looked so pretty like that. Puffy lips, heavily breathing, and with so much love for you. There was no doubt you looked the same. The rest of his forehead on your shoulder allowed you to gently play with his hair. 

“I’ll work on the other things too. But don’t expect me to take care of your drunk ass every weekend.”

--

Dating Sakusa Kiyoomi: Year 1, Month 10 

“How’s it going Mr MVP.” You pushed your body off the chilled brick, as you eyed your boyfriend up and down. He looked good, really good. He’d just finished the last game of his collegiate career, one that had been won. Not only that, but he had been named MVP and a rookie to look out for going into Division 1 post graduation. 

You shifted your hands towards his face but before you could even rest them near you he stopped you with a mini hand sanitizer dangling in your face. “I’m sure you touched that brick while waiting.” After your hands were as sanitized as they could be, you hovered your hands over the corner of his mask, silently asking for permission to lower it. Once you got the go ahead, and felt his hands resting on your hips you pulled him down for a sweet kiss. After pulling away you left your hands wrapped around his neck and began playing with the hairs at the back of his neck. 

“You’re a fucking superstar Yoomi. You’re gonna go so far.” You revealed the thoughts that had been in the back of your mind since you met him. And it was true. You knew he’d been looking at a few professional teams, and no matter where he’d go the sky was the limit. 

“Now c’mon. It’s party time babe. Last college win celebration,” you cheered pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, and pulling his mask back out. You followed up by reaching into the pocket of his track jacket to pull out his car key. He kept true with his promise of getting better. Still hated unnecessary crowds, but was willing to sacrifice it occasionally to accompany you to celebratory parties. Granted he tended to hang out on less populated hallways, even better when parties continued outside. More space to move. The mask also stayed on. College kids are gross. 

—-

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you noticed your boyfriend move from his spot on the couch. The two of you had decided on a lazy movie night before the official finals grind began. Dead week was nearly here, and you knew the two of you would have little time to actually hang out. With the end of volleyball season, you’d been spending more time at Sakusa’s place deciding to just head there after class because it was closer. “Yoomi where are you going,” the wording came out more needed than you intended. You didn’t receive an answer, instead met with him disappearing in his room. You decided to just pause the movie, pulling out your phone to reply to a few text messages. Just as you hit send a Manila envelope was placed in your peripheral and Sakusa settled back into his corner of the couch. 

“What’s this,” you questioned, shifting so that you were looking at Sakusa. The only thing you were gifted with was a shrug and a motion to open the envelope. You hesitated a moment before your eyes widened

“Wait. Kiyoomi is this…”. The confident smirk told you everything you needed to know. This was it. There was no secret that Sakusa was most likely going to go pro after graduation, but no one knew what team he’d end up playing for. He’d had many people; Professors, coaches,teammates, acquaintances, parents ask what he planned on doing now that graduation was essentially on your doorsteps. No one ever got an answer out of him, including you. He hadn’t even hinted at any team preference to you, brushing it off and changing the subject whenever you tried to see where his head was. 

“Are you gonna open it or just stare.” You noted the slight waver in his voice, one that would have gone unnoticed to any ear untrained in the study of Sakusa Kiyoomi. You didn’t even know why you were so nervous, it wasn’t even your career. Taking a deep breath you pulled out the stack of papers, eyes drifting to the first paragraph mumbling the words aloud. 

“We are excited to have you. We welcome your commitment to MSBY Black Jackals-“ you would have dropped the stack of papers had you not had them tugged out of your tight grip and placed on the table in front of you. “Holy shit,” you exclaimed, launching yourself at your boyfriend (uncomfortably knocking him against the corner of the couch, but he’d let you have this moment.)

Next you started babbling about how proud you were of him in between kisses all over his face. (Another thing he’d let you have for the moment despite the feel of your lip balm also sticking onto his face”). You were so happy for him, that you didn’t even notice the blush making its way on his face. His hand settling themselves on your waist, he basked in the attention from you. 

When the shock managed to wear off, you had settled yourself into his lap. Sitting sideways, you had one hand playing with his hair, the other picking up your phone to record a video. 

“And today, we have the greatest volleyball player in the world commuting to the greatest team in the world,” you beamed the front camera on you both. 

“Look at that future (Y/N), Yoomi isn’t even swatting the camera away tonight. Looks like he looooooves me for once-“

“I always love you. You’re just annoying sometimes.” The jest was meant with a light kiss on your clothed shoulder before you continued, this time facing Sakusa instead of the camera

“Y’know. I knew right from the start there was no limit to you,” you spoke softly, eyes beaming.

“Is that so.” A real smile graced his face, as you moved the hand previously playing with his hair to gently trace over the moles on his face. “Thank you for believing.” You felt Sakusa take your phone from you cutting the camera. What took place after, definitely didn’t need to be caught on camera. 

—

The sun is beaming. The weather is incredible . You were high on happiness, adrenaline, pride and maybe a little bit of caffeine as you currently posed for what felt like your millionth picture in the past 5 minutes. You hadn’t even found your family yet, surrounded by 100s of your peers all celebrating the same accomplishment. You did it. You were a college graduate. You had a degree. You felt another tap on your shoulder, as you happily screamed to your friend you’d made being in the same program. 

“Dude I can't believe it!”

“Dude me either!” As the two of you took a quick selfie, your mind wandered to where and how Sakusa was doing. You hadn't seen him at all yet considering you both spent the mornings with your families who came into town. You wondered how he was doing with this whole thing. There were a shit ton of people out here after all. Before you could dwell on it, you felt your phone vibrate with none other than the man himself. You chuckled, already sending his irritation through the message as he told you to come to walk west, at the very edge of the crowd that was growing by the minute in the center. You sent a quick text to your mom about where you’d be, knowing your family were going to want a ton of pictures even with Sakusa. 

Your excitement grew further if even possible as you finally found him, throwing your arms around his neck into a tight hug, swaying the both of you. “We did it, Sakusa,” you said, finally pulling away and eying him. He’d taken his cap off already, opting for holding it instead, and having unzipped his gown. 

“We have degrees now,” he confirmed using his free hand to grab yours. “It’s too many people here.” All you could do was laugh as you eyed the control chaos going on just across the courtyard from you. You felt an odd sense of peace, just watching. The flowers planted just for graduation season even looked beautiful. Something you may not have paid nearly as much attention to had you not been dating Sakusa. 

In fact, if you weren’t dating him you knew you’d be in the middle of the chaos right now. Still happy no doubt, but being able to get away from it even for a few minutes felt amazing. You’d both be thrown back into it in a matter of minutes, squeezing in the last set of pictures with best friends and holding conversations with people you’d have to get used to not seeing several times a week. You knew that Sakusa was almost guaranteed to be forced into a picture with the other graduating volleyball players. 

“My families heading over I’m sure,” you hummed bringing your eyes back to Sakusa's profile. The look on his face slightly confuses you. You couldn’t quite tell if it were nerves, irritation, or just a result of squinting from the bright sun. 

“We’re gonna have to head back in soon”

“Do you want to move in with me”

The two of you spoke simultaneously. It was official. This is one of the best days of your life. 

--

Dating Sakusa Kiyoomi: Year 2, Month 4 

“I’m gonna start dinner alright,” you called out as you pulled on one of Sakusa’s clean practice shirts and a pair of his old college sweats. Yes they were big,but they were more comfy than your own. Besides it was nothing a little, (read;a lot) of rolling and cuffing couldn’t fix. It was also his time of the month where you let him control the thermostat, and you’re cold! You’d just gotten out of the shower, him getting in shortly after coming home from a training day. The gym showers only do so much and he needed his own body wash is what he insisted the first time he came home and rushed immediately towards the bathroom. 

You pulled out the sheet of paper with a recipe printed on it, courtesy of your co-worker. Earlier in the week you mentioned how you were craving chicken but no other recipe in your arsenal seemed appealing. Lo and behold you were given a sheet of paper with a recipe that apparently his family loved after experimenting with a few online recipes. 

Before beginning you connect your phone to your speaker hitting shuffle. You manage to get all the ingredients out before a large knock sounds at your door. Confused, you yell out asking Sakusa if he was expecting anyone. You noticed the sounds of the shower ceased a few minutes ago, and that Sakusa would likely come to keep you company (more like sanitize the spice bottles the second you put one down.)

“Of course not,” with a shrug your wash your hands before gently opening the door. There’s a man. An attractive one- who looks oddly familiar. Wait, that guy is on Black Jackals, you note. Miya, Atsumu. 

“Um hi,” you greet sounding more like a question, opening the door a bit wider. 

“Shit! Did I come to the wrong apartment? I'm looking for Omi-Omi,” you noticed him trail off eyeing the shirt you were wearing. Omi-Omi? Sakusa must’ve heard him because the way he sprinted into the living room showed a scowl evident on his face. It even caused you to back up as Atsumu entered in. 

“Why are you here. And how did you find where I live,” sakusa for right to the point. 

“Aw c’mon Omi-Omi what if I missed ya. You left your earbuds in the locker room. Turned on you find my friends and matched the mailbox.” The glare on Sakusa’s face was one you recognized only when you genuinely irritated him. Not the one where he pretended to be annoyed but secretly wasn’t. 

“But enough about that. How come you didn’t tell me you were dating. I thought we were friends. Omi-Omi,” Atsumu whined out arms crossing over his chest. As you were looking at his arms/ respectfully/ you jumped in a teasing pout of your own. 

“Yeah Omi-Omi. Not telling your friends about me. A shame”

“Not you too.”

—

Dating Sakusa Kiyoomi: Year 2, Month 6 

“You excited,” your question causes another wave of conversation between the men in the pre waiting area. Warmups were set to start in about 20 minutes. Shortly after you met Atsumu, he’d insisted you be introduced to the entire team. Afterall, other significant others got to hang out sometimes. Today was the day. Sakusa’s biggest match of his professional career yet. MSBY Black Jackals V Schweiden Adlers.

Receiving a mix of enthusiastic expletives, you turn towards your boyfriend who has yet to answer, prompting you to tease asking if he were nervous. 

“No. We’re going to win,”

“That's the spirit Omi-Omi! Gonna beat Wakatoshi this time,” This time you bit back your laugh, smirking at the Miya twin’s jest. You loved getting able to take a break from being annoying.  Sakusa, as per usual, noticed it. Getting up he motioned, that you follow him outside, ignoring the teases of getting a good luck kiss. 

The minute you two rounded the corner of the hallway, a warm hand enveloped yours. Your confused look prompts your boyfriend to cage you against the corner of the wall. His unoccupied hand resting against the side of your head.”

“I am excited.” While his expression remained unchanged, The look in his eyes said it all. It was the same twinkle he showed that time you two made up after admitting your love. And the one present after revealing his commitment to MSBY to you. “And you are going to win,” your reiteration caused a soft smile to catch his face. 

“Here's to you and your first major game Kiyoomi. And to many more because you're a star. Now go win.” 

a/n: well this has been a roller coaster. I challenged myself to write 5k words, and 95% of this was written at like 3am bc thats when i go to sleep. I also did this to try and gain a feel for him so i can finish his part in good & the bad  series. I really do be hoping this aint too ooc, bc while im caught up on the happenings of the manga from spoilers and twitter, i haven't actually gotten around to reading that far myself. also sorry for shitty formatting, ive never actually written a single body with this many words in a singular part ??? also i didnt edit this past google doc feature sooooo

anyways i did work hard and on this for the past week in between finals as a college junior so any comments and feedback are appreciated 

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq imagines #sakusa x reader #haikyuu imagine #sakusa imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons

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*****

A Life Like That

The notification pings before Derek’s last ride has even reached her door, and he snorts as the app flashes his match. “Head to pick up Mieczyslaw (Stiles) now..”

He’s not surprised when the phone lights up with a call a moment later. He waves goodbye to the woman he’d dropped off as he pulls away, letting the call come through the Bluetooth piece in his ear.

“You know you have to pay for that ride now, right?” he says in lieu of a greeting.

“That’s alright,” Stiles says, and Derek can hear the smirk in his voice. “I just so happen to be sleeping with this guy who is like…obscenely rich. And loves paying for anything I need.”

“Is that so?” Derek snorts in response. “You’ll have to introduce me to him.”

“You’re not stealing my sugar daddy!” Stiles laughs.

He goes into the chorus of Jolene before Derek can stop him, and Derek lets it go on for longer than he really should before butting in.

“Calm down, Dolly,” he says. “Your extravagant lifestyle is safe. You’ll be kept in the finest pizza and hipster beer that Beacon Hills has to offer.”

“I was just getting into it!” Stiles protests, but Derek can tell he’s smiling.

“Where are you going anyway?” Derek asks, keeping his eyes on the moderately busy road in front of him as he heads towards their house.

“Doesn’t your app show you?” Stiles asks, and Derek can hear him huffing as he settles down on the front porch steps to wait.

“Not until I actually pick you up,” Derek says. “How’d you even manage to match with me? I was ten minutes away.”

“I….” Stiles hedges, “I might have cancelled like six other rides until I got you.”

“Stiles.”

“Derek.”

“Honestly,” Stiles says, “I’m surprised it worked.”

Derek just laughs before pausing as something occurs to him.

“Wait,” he asks, “why aren’t you driving yourself? Did the Jeep break down again?”

“The thing is,” Stiles says, and oh boy, Derek knows that tone.

“What did you do?” he says.

“Always with the lack of question-mark tone,” Stiles says, ignoring the question.

His breath hitches on the last word, and Derek’s mood abruptly goes from teasing to worried.

“Are you hurt? Did somebody get through the wards?”

“I’m ok,” Stiles says quickly, trying to reassure the panicking werewolf. “Nobody attacked, nobody got through the wards. I just had an unfortunate encounter with a rickety chair and the kitchen floor.”

“Shit, babe,” Derek says, turning down the road towards their house, going a little faster than he should, but he can’t be bothered to care. “What did you…”

He asks the question as he pulls up to the house, but it’s answered before he even has to finish it. In his ear, the Bluetooth beeps as Stiles ends the call, dropping his phone into his left pocket, fumbling slightly as he does so. His right arm is tucked close to his chest in what looks like a makeshift sling from a sacrificed t-shirt.

Stiles waves with his good hand, grinning wanly despite the pain Derek can now see on his face.

Sighing, Derek clicks the “ride started” button on his app and leans over to open the door of the Camaro for Stiles. Realizing Stiles won’t be able to shut the door, Derek hops out and goes over to the passenger side, where he’s met with Stiles’ big sad eyes as he too realizes his predicament.

“Come on,” he says to Stiles, getting him settled into the car and buckling the seatbelt across his lap, letting the chest piece stay behind Stiles so he doesn’t hurt him further.  

“Why didn’t you just call me normally?” he asks. “I would’ve stopped working and picked you up right away.”

Stiles shrugs one-shouldered. “Mostly wanted to distract you from worrying about me until the last minute. It was dumb.”

“Not dumb,” Derek says, “I thought it was funny, right up until I realized you were hurt.”

Stiles just frowns and doesn’t say anything as Derek closes the door gently.

When they’re settled and back on the road, Stiles gives a deep sigh and looks over at Derek, who is driving as smoothly as possible so as not to jostle the broken bone.

“Well, this sucks,” he says. “I hate the hospital.”

“I know,” Derek says, sympathetically. He stops at a red light and reaches over to clasp Stiles’ broken arm gently, leeching as much of the pain as he can before the light turns green and he needs his hand back to shift gears.

“Ahh,” Stiles sighs, happily this time. “That’s the good stuff right there. I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

He rests his head back against the seat and closes his eyes, the tightness of his eyes visibly loosening, much to Derek’s relief.

“There’s also all the pizza and beer,” Derek teases.

“Mmmhm,” Stiles agrees, sleepily. “And also your butt. I love your butt.”

“You’ve made that known many times,” Derek laughs. “Hey, did you hit your head at all? I don’t want you falling asleep if you have a concussion.”

“Nuh-uh,” Stiles says, shaking his head slightly. “My arm broke my fall. And then broke…itself.”

“Were you using one of the chairs your dad gave us that creaks even when tiny Lydia sits on it?”

Stiles says nothing, feigning sleep.

“I can hear your heartbeat and your breathing, asshole,” Derek says, reaching over to smack Stiles’ knee without taking his eyes off the road.

“Ugh,” Stiles says. “Fine. Yes, I was using the chair that’s older than Dad. And yes, it decided my very manly muscled body was just too much for it to bear, and yes, one of the legs snapped and yes I fell victim to gravity and my own damn hubris. Happy?”

“Very manly muscled body?” Derek asks, smirking.

“You love my manly muscled body,” Stiles says without opening his eyes. He does, however, stick his tongue out at Derek as if he was 5 years on, not nearly 27.

“I do,” Derek allows, and he turns his head away from the road for just a moment to shoot a grin to Stiles.

“And of course I’m not happy you got hurt,” he says. “Just trying to keep you distracted until we get to the ER.”

“I know,” Stiles says, softly. “I appreciate it.”

Derek hums in response, only to laugh out loud a moment later.

“What?” Stiles asks, opening his eyes at the sudden outburst and looking over at Derek with wide eyes.

“Melissa is going to lose it when she finds out you were bested by a piece of furniture,” Derek responds, still chuckling to himself slightly.

Stiles groans.

“We’re here,” Derek says, pulling in to park and ending the ride on the Uber app, before signing out of it for the day before he can get another request.

Once they’re parked and ready to get out, Derek takes a little bit more of Stiles’ pain, just enough to get him through the sure to be long wait at the emergency room.

Stiles leans into Derek slightly with his good side and sighs in relief again.

“Definitely giving you a 5 star rating.”

A few hours and one hand-to-elbow cast later, they’re finally on their way home, a prescription for painkillers in the glovebox, and the promise of a delivery dinner on the horizon.

“At least I can still do most things left-handed,” Stiles says, in much better spirits now that his broken arm is set and the mild painkillers the hospital gave him have kicked in.

“And it’s a good thing you can walk to work from the house,” Derek adds.

“You mean my dearest darling wolfy wouldn’t drive me to work?” Stiles asks, batting his eyes over at Derek in an exaggerated motion.

Derek just rolls his eyes.

“It’s a 10 minute walk, Stiles,” he says. “You didn’t break your legs.”

“It’s cold in the mornings!” Stiles protests.

“We live in California,” Derek counters, smirking.

“Northern California!” Stiles objects. “You know very well it gets cold here!”

Derek shrugs, just to annoy him. “It’s not cold to me.”

“We don’t all have magical weather accommodating werewolf bodies!” Stiles huffs, wishing he could cross his arms against his chest.

Derek turns into their driveway and parks before grinning and letting his eyes flash red as he turns to Stiles.

“You could,” he says, flashing red again for dramatic effect before letting his eyes go back to normal.

“Don’t tempt me,” Stiles says, groaning again as he looks down at his arm and thinks about how very annoying the next 6 to 8 weeks are going to be.

“Offer is always open,” Derek says, leaning over to unbuckle Stiles’ seatbelt. He tilts to place his mouth on the juncture of Stile’s throat and shoulder, biting down lightly with blunt teeth.

He smirks internally at the way Stiles’ heartbeat rises, and the smell of arousal that practically sizzles from his suddenly heated skin.

“No fair,” Stiles whines. “Getting me all worked up when I can’t be…vigorous.”

Derek laughs and pulls away before they end up having a wobbly version of car sex in the driveway. Again.

“We’ll just have to go slow then,” Derek says.

“Hell, yeah,” Stiles says, raising his good arm up in a triumphant fist pump. “We’ll Boyz II Men the fuck out of tonight!”

“Please don’t sing,” Derek says, but it’s too late.

“I’ll make love to you!” Stiles belts, “Like you want me to!”

Derek doesn’t know much about music, to be fair, but he can tell that Stiles isn’t remotely in the same neighborhood of the right key.

“I don’t know why I love you,” he says, even as he’s helping Stiles out of the car and into the house.

“My superior singing skills,” Stiles says. “Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Derek says dryly, but he can’t help but smile at Stiles.

“Cash money!” Stiles calls out in delight as their white long-haired cat pads into view, sniffing at the air delicately.

“Meow?” she chirps up at Stiles, swishing her tail softly.

“She says her name isn’t Cash Money,” Derek says, sharing a conspiratorial look with Cashmere.

“You don’t speak cat!” Stiles protests.

“I’m versed in all woodland creatures,” Derek replies, completely straight-faced, only breaking out into laughter when the reference hits Stiles and he starts to laugh.

“Ok, Kronk,” he says, leaning down to give Cashmere scritches.

She arches up into it for a brief moment before trotting off to do whatever she does during the 80% of her life where she wants nothing to do with them.

“Pizza?” he asks Derek, who already has his phone out and is tapping away on one of the delivery apps.

“Soon,” Derek promises, holding up his phone to show the order has been accepted.

“Then careful sex!” Stiles declares, before his mouth cracks open in a huge yawn.

“Or maybe sleep,” Derek says, arching a single eyebrow in amusement.

“Mmm,” Stiles says, reaching out to Derek with his good hand. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

Derek laughs and pulls Stiles back against his chest, tucking an arm around his left side and hooking a thumb into the loop on Stiles’ jeans.

“After dinner, we’ll put that super sexy cast bag on your arm so we can shower. I’ll even wash your hair.”

“Ugh,” Stiles says, wrinkling his nose at himself. “That shouldn’t turn me on. And yet.”

“And yet,” Derek agrees. “And then we’ll get into bed and I’ll let you make me watch The Witcher for the tenth time.”

“Don’t be jealous of how sexy Geralt is,” Stiles chides, leaning his head back onto Derek’s shoulder so Derek can rub his cheek along his neck.

“I could take him,” Derek huffs.

“Yes, dear,” Stiles says, eyes closed and swaying gently as Derek rocks them in place.

“Can he full-shift into a wolf?” Derek asks. “No,” he says, answering his own question resolutely.

“Not a werewolf,” Stiles feels compelled to point out.

“He’s not even scary!” Derek continues, huffing again. “And his wig is bad.”

“And he should feel bad,” Stiles agrees. “Now let’s go sit down before I pass out. You can tell me all about your issues with Geralt of Rivia from the couch.”

“Gladly,” Derek says. Stiles just laughs.

Later that night, they’re clean and cozy in bed, watching Yennefer scream out her pain to the world.

“She’s gonna cause so much trouble,” Stiles says happily.

Derek considers it for a moment and nods in agreement.

“Good for her,” he says. “With a life like that, she deserves a happy ending.”

Stiles looks over at Derek from where he’s propped up against the headboard, but Derek’s full attention is still on the screen.

“Yeah,” Stiles says, smiling more than a little dopily at the man he loves. “She sure does.”

THE END

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Call for Action

Series Summary: You finally get your dream job, but it comes with a cost.

Warnings: Description of panic attack

Masterlist

Note: Y/NN Stands for Your nickname

Chapter 5

Jensen pinned you against the wall roughly, both of you breathing heavily. You were silent, just staring at one another hungrily. Then his lips landed onto yours hard. You gasped in surprise as he kissed you. Daringly, you slid in your tongue; he tangled his own around yours.

After a few minutes, you decided it was your turn to pin him. You grabbed his shoulders and spun him so he was now against the wall. Jensen growled, giving you an idea. Before he could make another move, you sucked on the pulse point on his neck. He let out a moan before feeding his hands through your hair.

You broke apart for a moment as your anxious thoughts just began to catch up. “Are we going too fast? Because I feel like this should feel too fast.”

Jensen swallowed and caught his breath. “If it’s too fast, we can stop. It’s up to you, really.”

“Well, that isn’t fair. You have a say too.” You said.

Jensen looked down before looking back up at you. “I know I do. I’m saying that this pace is perfectly fine for me. But if it isn’t for you, that’s fine too.” He said.

You thought for a moment before smiling, causing Jensen to look at you quizzically. “Fuck it.” You said, pushing your lips back onto his.

Jensen smiled before you took him by surprise, stumbling with him into his bedroom.

-------

You straightened your clothes and stepped out of Jensen's trailer, feeling more rejuvenated than ever. Everything just felt right. Even though circumstances were somewhat normal to you, you were sure it shouldn't have felt normal. You brushed it off and focused on the next task on hand, setting up the location for the day. Before you could even step several feet from Jensen's trailer though, Jared spotted you. You cursed under your breath and tried to appear casual.

"Hey (Y/N/N); is it okay if I start calling you that?" He asked.

"Sure, fine by me." You said.

"Have you seen Jensen around? I couldn't find him all morning." Jared said.

"Uh yeah, he's in his trailer." You said, not realizing you had just admitted to Jared where you were all morning.

Jared did a teasing gasp. "You did it with him, didn't you?"

"What? No!" You lied, your blush giving you away.

"You did! No wonder Tracy couldn't find you, oh my god."

"Jared.."

"Oh (Y/N), you sly dog!"

"Do you ever shut up?"

"I will never shut up!"

"You better."

"Or what? You'll kick my ass?"

"No, but I will make sure Jensen hounds you and kicks your ass."

Jared bites his lip and resigns.

"Fine. But I'm still bringing it up to Jensen." He said.

"I can't stop you, can I?" You asked.

"Nope!" He said proudly.

"Ugh. I have to drive to location, I'll see you later." You said.

"You love me and you know it!" Jared shouted as you began to walk away.

"Yeah yeah." You responded.

-----

"Alright everyone, take five!" You shouted. "And please hydrate, I don't want to have to call the medical team." 

Today had been extra hot, and you had felt for everyone that had to be on scene. The scene was set in town, where there was little to no shade. Crew had brought along extra water coolers, mini fans, and umbrellas to help everyone out. You had mostly felt bad for the actors, who had to dress as if it was late September.

You guzzled your water and looked around for the guys to chat with them. You spotted Clif's SUV and tried to look inside, figuring they probably needed cooling off. And if they weren't in there, you figured at least he would know where their whereabouts were. You rapped on the window and it rolled down, revealing Jensen in the passenger seat and Jared in the back.

"I don't need anything, just wanted to chat. Can I come in?" You asked.

"Why not? Get a full carpool going in here." Clif joked.

You opened the back door and slid in next to Jared, relishing in the icy cold blast coming from the vents.

"I didn't know it was supposed to be this hot today." You said, leaning back into the soft seats.

"Me neither. I thought today was supposed to be cooler. At least that's what the weather said." Jensen said.

"You old people and your weather. Who needs a forecast when you got a front patio?" Jared teased.

"Yeah well, look who's sitting in the cold car. Hm?" Jensen teased back.

Jared stuck his tongue out at Jensen before going back to his phone, causing you to smile.

"How are you guys holding up?" You asked.

"Other than hot, I'm pretty good." Jensen said.

"I bet you are." Jared teased again. "I'm finally cooling off; Tracy from makeup had to reapply my foundation, again."

"He sweats like a fish, trust me." Jensen said.

"Fish don't even sweat!" Jared said with a laugh.

"Whatever." Jensen said.

"Where did you even come up with a phrase like that?" You asked in between giggling.

"I don't know! Just the first thing I thought of, I guess." Jensen said.

"Oookay then." You said, looking down at the time on your phone. "Whoops, it's been over five minutes. We gotta get back."

The two of them groaned, causing you to shrug. 

"Hey, you chose this job not me." You said, getting out of the car.

You ran back to your chair and pulled out your walkie, signaling for everyone to resume their positions.

"Alright everyone, places!" You yelled. "And… action!"

-------

After the scorching day had finally ended, you decided to head home for the night. As nice as it would be to go home with Jensen, you decided he would probably like some space. Plus, you were dead tired, and nothing would keep you away from your somewhat comfortable mattress. But before you could even think about that, your phone began to go off in your pocket. You looked down and pulled it out. It was Jensen.

“Just checking in after the long day we had. Hope you sleep well :).”

You smiled and began to text back. Check in.. Your mind had again wandered to your friend, Sue. Despite being tired, you had it in you to make one more check in tonight. You owed it to her, that was the very least.

“Thanks Jay (is it okay if I call you that?); I’m all good, just a little beat. Gonna hit the hay soon. xoxo” You texted.

You hit send and switched over to the phone app, dialing your friend’s number. You paused; was this the right move? You couldn’t help but think of all of the what ifs. Would she even want to hear from you? You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the quelling anxiety as the dial tone began. She answered on the third ring.

“Hello?” She asked.

“Sue, hey it’s (Y/N).” You said.

“Oh my god! Do my ears deceive me? How the hell are ya?” She asked.

You chuckled lightly. “I know, it’s been a while.. Sorry about that. I’m not too bad. I finally got that job I wanted.. with some other complications of course.” 

“I’m so happy for you!” She began.

You smiled at her radiating energy; that was one thing you always adored about her. Just by being around her, you could practically see the whole room change. She wasn’t necessarily the life of the party, but there was always a party around her. You hadn’t realized how much you missed it, as introverted as you could be.

“So, you mentioned other complications. Tell me what’s going on; you seem a bit.. not you.” She continued.

You sighed. “Well, I know I haven’t been exactly open with you about this, but mentally… I don’t know. I guess you could say I haven’t been doing too well. Lots of anxieties and doubts. Some from the new job, some just from everything in general. It’s been rough;” You rubbed your neck absently. “Actually, it’s been the main reason I haven’t been in contact with you lately.”

“Don’t worry about it (Y/N/N), I get it. You should have told me sooner, you know I’ve always been there for ya. And remember what your dad has always said..”

“The fight is best won with not one, but two.” You both said simultaneously.

“Yeah, I know.” You said. “I guess I just got so caught up in everything, that I forgot.”

“It happens. Hell, even if you have to put it on a sticky note somewhere..” Sue said.

“That’s actually a good idea.” You said. “Thanks Sue.”

“Of course, it’s what I’m here for.” She said.

“How have you been?” You asked.

“Eh, same as usual. You know me, always getting around.” She said. “I want to hear more about you though! You’ve had to have your share of excitement as a director so far. Meet any famous people?”

“Well, I'm actually dating someone I just started working with, one of the actors actually. We’ve hit it off pretty well. As far as famous actors or actresses go.. I’m not sure how famous these guys are, as I’ve never really watched their show.” You explained.

“Oh wow, congrats! That’s good to hear you’ve found someone. What are their names?” She asked.

“Well, the one I’m dating is named Jensen-”

“Don’t tell me, Ackles?”

“...Yeah?”

“(Y/N), you’re dating Jensen motherfucking Ackles?!”

“...Yeah?”

You heard her squeal momentarily before returning back to the phone.

“Dude, I love Supernatural! These guys are pretty famous, as far as I’m concerned!” She said.

“You would totally get along with Jared too, by the way. He’s a little bit like you.” You commented.

She gasped. “Really?” I’ve always been a Dean girl, but it seems like you’re the number one Dean girl now.”

“Oh hush.” You said, knowing she could see you blush without even being present.

She laughed. “I’m really happy for you, (Y/N). I hope things continue to work out for you.”

“Thanks Sue. Hey, I didn’t call you at a bad time, did I?” You asked.

“Hearing from you? There’s never a bad time.” She said.

You smiled. “Well, I got a long day ahead of me. It was good talking with you.”

“It was good hearing from you (Y/N), sleep well.” She said.

You could only wish you did sleep well that night.

#jensen x reader #Jensen Ackles #Jared Padalecki #spn reader insert #call for action series #call for action

[nautiscarader]

Jarik Zekk: Hi, I would kindly ask for a Judy/Nick snugglefuck story, where there is a huge storm (maybe in Zootopia, maybe in the woods and they seek shelter in a hut) and they snuggle under blankets to cuddle and Nick feeds her his carrot (either down there or in her mouth or even both gasp); special request: slow, intense dicking

Also, if you can work it in, make Judy the one who seeks the initial cuddles

I bless the rains, Wildehopps, 1.4k, E

(Ao3)

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- Not quite the idyllic picnic date, is it, Nick? - Yeah, should have checked the weather app...

Nick didn't have to look through the small window of their cabin to see if the ugly weather has passed. The sound of heavy raindrops banging on the sill was enough.

- Weather report is one thing, but as a cadet, you should have remembered that Rainforest District has those rainfalls every now and then... - Well, that will teach me to always reveal the location for our surprise dates to you.

A wide, sly smile appeared on Nick's face, just as Judy was about to reprimand him some more, but instead, upon seeing it, she just rolled her eyes and gave up. One good thing about choosing a date in one of the most communication-challenged districts of their city was that it was well prepared for stranded tourists whose cars have broken down or got stuck in the mud, offering cabins to rent for relatively small price. Judy even liked it, as it reminded her of her first, small apartment she rented, with the small bathroom and a single bed...

The constant noise from outside made her feel relaxed, but only when she leaned her head against Nick's should and moved in place as if she tried to bury herself in him.

- Judy? - Cuddles.

She mewled at once, drawing the blanket over their bodies, waiting for his arms to close around her. And when they did, her body arched and she let out a prolonged, languorous moan of satisfaction, while her boyfriend bend his arms and legs to create a cocoon for her to nestle in.

Judy breathed in the alluring mixtures of smells, from petrichor, through multitude of flowers and plants that surrounded the series of cabins, to a pleasant fragrance of Nick's cologne...

And then she smelled another one, which set all her nerve endings on fire, even before her conciousness recognised it. And when she did, it was already too late. Her instincts were too slow, and she has fallen into her predator's trap.

Nick's paws circled around her body, pressing her gently against his, which only intensified the throbbing feeling Judy could experience through her shorts.

- Niiick... - she let out another prolonged murmur, knowing very well she won't change his mind, nor his nature. - What? I thought you wanted *cuddles*... - Cuddles, yes, but not th-this...

Her voice broke when his paw slipped to her underbelly, carefully waiting for her body's response. And when Judy surrendered, without closing her thighs, he slipped forward.

- Mhm, you were right, it was a bad idea... - Nick whispered into her ear - The bush is so damp... and wet... - N-Nick... so-someone is in the cabin next to us...

With her mind already hazed with lust, Judy moaned, wriggling in place, partially to try acting a bit more reasonable, and partially to give her fox a taste of a prey trying to escape from his trap.

- It didn't stop us from doing it in your old place. And you know how thin were the walls there... - Nick whispered - Besides, they don't know us...

The blanket that covered their bodies moved erratically like a flag torn by wind, while their limbs fought with each other, trying to deal with their pants that stood in way to their heats. And when Judy turned her head so that Nick's lips could find hers, the battle was over. Judy felt his cock slide between her pussy, and only thanks to his mouth, she didn't scream.  

Her body shivered and her paw pressed his throbbing length against her soaking opening, watching as his eyes widen from the overwhelming sensations... And when their paws met, the two decided to do it at the same time, pressing his cock against her entrance, while her strong legs made her sink onto him.

Judy's back arched again, at the same time as his hips began working, filling her time after time with his hot, vulpine cock. But it wasn't just his length that drove her wild; his lips and teeth caressed her shoulder and neck, while his paw circled between her legs, not only massaging her clit, but also feeling himself underneath her skin, stretching her small frame.

- I'm gonna make you rain...

Nick growled into her ear, feeling shivers across her body as his paw moved in more and more erratic way against her clit. With his arms on her sides, trapping her, Judy couldn't do much with her paws, other than to press them against his throbbing knot and balls. With each second of their slow, but powerful fucking, she felt that he was diving a fraction of an inch closer, and she wanted to think that her pressure on his organ attributed to that.

As their orgasms inevitably closed on them, her legs coiled with his, knowing that she will have exceptional difficulties staying silent, hoping it would at least help her dissipate the energy that will soon be bursting through her body. And a moment before it happened, Nick offered one more promise.

- And in turn, I will flood you, like a monsoon...

His words helped him mask his final push, resulting in a sharp cry Judy let out when his bulbous knot stretched her body for the final time, locking him safely inside her sex that started spasming and quaking, much like her legs. Their joined paws felt the warm wetness of her juices staining the sheets, while Judy kept letting out cries with each batch of warm, thick seed that flooded her sex.

For a solid minute, Judy's body shook and quaked against his, her mouth desperately seeking his for solace, and when her trembling stopped, she was met with her boyfriend's sly grin of satisfaction plastered all over his handsome snout.

- Say it. - Really? - he raised his brow - Niiick... - she groaned, moving her body against his, as much as she could, being impaled on his cock.

Nick smiled and complied, letting Judy indulge in one her favourite kinks.

- So, now we will be inseparable, with my knot stuck deep down, safe in your pussy, as I pour my seed into your womb, to ensure that you have been bred properly... - Yes...

Judy moaned, and another, shallow wave of pleasure shook her body, while Nick explained, for the thousandth time, the intricacies of his biology. It all started when he first knotted her, and though Judy knew about the process, she was still shocked how long it sometimes took for his knot to disengorge, giving them ample time to cuddle, kiss, and on few occasions worry about lack of condom.

- It's a good thing I didn't tell my knot you're on the pill, so it can still do his job. - Mhm... - Judy nodded, feeling another burst of hot seed warming her insides - And how long will it take? - Usually ten to twenty minutes. - he replied with the answer she knew already. - I wish we could stay like that for hours... - Me too. - he sneaked another kiss to her shoulder.

Nick actually noticed that ever since he started having sex with Judy, his knotting lasted more and more, sometimes reaching up to half an hour, as his body correctly recognised Judy as his mate, so her wish wasn't that unreasonable. But for now, the two could enjoy their moment of intimacy, as the warmth of their bodies, combined with the smells and sounds lulled them into sleep.

An hour later, Judy found that she was indeed still connected with her lover, as it was that tiny inconvenience that disturbed her sleep. Hearing his light snores, she gently lifted herself off him, staining his fur with leaked streaks of white that he's been pouring inside her, and carefully stepped around him to go to the bathroom for some toilet paper.

But then she remembered that she had far, far better way of cleaning up his mess, and she leaned down to face his cock and smell his alluring, appetising musk. She dragged her tongue across his fur, collecting the globs of seed that seeped from her already overflowing sex and began placing gentle kisses along his length. By the time she reached his head, his knees jerked, and she heard his voice above her head.

- Well, someone is hungry. - he smiled - Good thing I packed a carrot for you. - Actually, with all that screaming, my throat is dry - Judy replied, imitating ragged voice - And I want some carrot juice...

Nick smiled, threw his head into the pillow and let his girlfriend engage in the facsimile of their picnic. And as she worshipped his length more and more, Nick congratulated himself for checking the weather app to know exactly when the heavy rains will fall...

#Wildehopps #lemon #aged-up characters and all that #nautiscaraderfics

[barksbog]

that time i went on a roadtrip. alone.

so. i went through Some Stuff last year and other people cut their hair or whatever. I WENT ON A ROADTRIP through austria and italy. with no budget and no time limit. in my tiny mazda 2. on my own.

yeah this is not gonna be one of those “i found myself by traveling alone” stories. it´s really not.

so my total trip only lasted 4 days and honestly. kinda sucked and this is actually more of a reminder to myself TO NOT JUST BE LIKE THAT AGAIN OKAY YOU FOOL. STOP IT. 

Day 1:  Dinosaurs and Bad Times

started in austria. where i live (hello if you new here or forgot)

stopped at the reptile zoo in happ. they had some nice reptiles there and some really funky dinosaurs. had a nice time chatting with the staff there

drove on to lignano and found a camping place at like 4:30pm

decided to go to the back of the camping area with just a few people  and quickly learned DON`T DO THAT. the people back there were a large group/family and they didn´t like me and i was terrified. being queer, kinda short and all alone this shit is scary

i ate some instant ramen in my tent and visited the beach before trying my best to sleep

Day 2: I guess my car is a bed?

i realized my Friendly Neighbors are still asleep and i decide this the time to go shower because i was too scared the night before

i had some tea for breakfast packed my shit and got the fuck out of there. i drove to the part of lignano we always went to when i was a kid and visited some old places. remembered some times. had some strong feels.

went shopping and than decided to just? drive? down the coast?

i really enjoyed the drive and i drove until i reached ravenna. inbetween i kinda stopped and thought i lost my carkeys. had a mental breakdown where i called my mom and she waited with me until i found it

arrived in ravenna but it was already 6pm and i was not feeling that much like going to a camping place. but i found a parking lot full of camping vans so HELL YES.

i park there and enjoy the beach a bit. than go find some pizza have a nice time. spent more time at the beach until it got dark

time to sleep in my car. that was not comfortable. you have to sleep on the backseat with a mazda 2 (2012) but it was fine i felt much safer than the night before and it cost no moneys

still had a mental breakdown because i was really lonely and again. was working through some stuff to start with

Day 3: Better Times. and a lake

i find one of those beach showers that some italian beaches have. they also have toillets. it´s nice. 

i get in the car and start driving to the garda lake. i get lost on the way a bit in ferrara and had to be a tourist and annoy people living there but they were very nice and i managed.

arrive in lazise AND OH BOY

i find this tiny camping place that is part of a farm and the owner is so nice and gives me a lovely small space for my car and tent. the people there are so friendly. all the fellow campers are very nice.

i go to the lake i enjoy it, save a tiny crawfish people think i´m insane. have some nice ice cream.

my tent breaks.

fall asleep to the sunset over the garda lake that I SAW FROM MY TENT HELLO. a tiny hedgehog woke me at night and just AAAAA. i could have stayed there for a few days. go to the zoo you know. a good time

Day 4: Dead Tent Times

did i mention my cheap ass tent broke the day before and the rain woke me up

i throw everything into my car drive it up the meadow. pay and decide to leave because the weather app says it´s gonna rain for a few days

start driving back home and stop at the alpenzoo in innsbruck WHICH IS AN AMAZING ZOO. it was SO GOOD. they have a whole house of frogs

arrive at home.

things we learned from me being a dumbass

don´t stay in a part of a camping area that is uncomfortable and makes you scared. i should have packed up and went to the area with more people

don´t pack only food that needs to be heated in some way and no insulated box for drinks. i had some real anxiety getting food sometimes and wish i had more options than instant noodles and really warm liquids

i didn´t do any research on what selfdefense things i could and should have packed.

BRING A THROWAWAY PHONE WITH A BATTERY THAT LASTS FOREVER

emergency tent.

check the weather before you start driving

going on a spontanous unprepared roadtrip will not solve any of your problems. they are still there when you come home buddy.

what i did. on a map:

that being said i will probably do something dumb like that again next year. so KEEP FOLLOWING ME TO FIND OUT WHAT IT`S GONNA BE.

#uhhh i made this weeks ago but never posted it???? your welcome??? #so uhhh WHO IS GOING ON A ROADTRIP WITH ME NEXT YEAR? #i´m cleaning out my drafts

[sad-sweet-cowboah]

Sweltering

This is a request from a few months ago? Well technically two in one. Someone asked for Arthur and reader to go swimming and another asked for the same thing but with smut SOOOOOO

You swore that Hell itself had rolled through your little town overnight.

It was only 10 am, and even through the air conditioning of your house, the heat was sleeping through slowly. You sat at your kitchen table, munching on some cereal as you scanned the weather app on your phone. It was 86 degrees, and due to reach almost 100 by midafternoon. You sighed and put it down, knowing it would probably be best to stay in today.

“Somethin’ wrong, darlin’?”

You looked up at Arthur who sat across from you. “It’s gonna be hotter than Satan’s balls today,” you replied, “It’s just an expression.” You quickly added with a giggle, catching the look of confusion on his face.

He hummed in response, glancing out at the window. The sun shone through the blinds, streaming a golden light into the kitchen. “Good thing we ain’t out there then.” He chuckled slightly.

You nodded, finishing off your meal before standing up. Halfway across the kitchen, the steady hum of your air conditioner suddenly went short. You stopped in your tracks, listening to the now complete silence that surrounded you. ”Uh…”

“What?”

Your eyes first went for the microwave, searching for the bright green numbers on the screen. There were none. You turned and flipped the light switch experimentally, your gaze fixated on the bulb above. Nothing happened.

“Well,” you sighed. “There goes the power. Which means it’s gonna get hot in here real quick.”

Arthur leaned back in his chair and looked at you curiously. “So what now?”

You sighed in thought, wondering what the extent of this power outage was. Town-wide? County-wide? How soon would it come back on? Either way, you weren’t determined to sit around and find out. You scratched your head, contemplating on driving around town to see if any stores would be open to keep cool in. Perhaps the movies, even?

Grabbing your phone, you began to check your social media. Statuses began to appear, complaining about the recent outage. Apparently it was county wide, meaning you were shit out of luck for doing anything local. You groaned lightly and scrolled through some more absentmindedly, hoping for some other news, until something caught your eye. It was just a simple ad, one that you’d scrolled past dozens of times. A photo of an island beach with clear skies and crystal clear water against perfect white sand.

You hadn’t been to the beach in forever.

“Arthur,” you looked up from your phone. “How do you feel about going to the beach?”

--

In an attempt to beat the heat that slowly crept into your house, it didn’t take long for you to get ready. Although you spent at least ten minutes trying to dig your bathing suit from storage, silently cursing yourself that you hadn’t done it much earlier this year. After putting a light colored sundress overtop it, you began to pack other necessities. Towels, sunscreen, sandwich ingredients and drinks, the works.

Since you didn’t have swim trunks for Arthur, you planned on stopping by one of the surf shops to grab a pair. Once you had a tote bag and a cooler packed and ready to go, the two of you headed outside. Stepping outside was like diving into a blanket of fire, the heat pressing into you as you hurried to your car.

The initial drive wasn’t long; at least an hour. The scenery gradually changed, the mountains giving way to summer rental houses and corner shops. You passed by many boats being towed, cars with surfboards or kayaks on top. The sidewalks were littered with people in shorts and tank tops, excited kids already in swimsuits carrying buckets and shovels.

It was obvious that it would be busy today, to which you didn’t mind. You found a parking spot fairly close to the shoreline, although your first goal was to get Arthur his own swimsuit. Stepping out, you could smell the ocean in the warm breeze. You led him to the nearest shop, which was fairly busy. You managed to locate swim trunks, pointing them out to him so he could pick out a pair.

You noted the look of confusion on his face. Of course, swimsuits from his time were much different. He eventually pulled out a pair of dark blue trunks, which you promptly paid for and headed back out.

The walk from the shop to the shore took only five minutes, but you were sweating already. From the edge, you observed the huge crowd that already took up the majority of the beach. It certainly would be hard to find a spot, but that didn’t matter at the moment. Off to the side, a building with bathrooms caught your attention. The changing area.

Wandering over, you pointed Arthur to one of the changing stalls. As you waited, you peeled off your sundress. You were eager to get into the water and cool off.

Hearing the door open, you turned to see Arthur stepping out. He seemed a little shy, looking left and right before emerging entirely. God, you could never get tired of looking at that man’s torso. As soon as his gaze landed on you, his eyes widened.

Of course, this was his first time seeing a bikini.

“Jesus, Y/N. You’re practically naked!” he exclaimed.

You merely shrugged. “These are pretty common, don’t get yourself worked up.”

He mumbled something that you didn’t hear, and you began walking out into the sand. Up close it was easier to find a spot, placing yourself a small distance between other beachgoers. You could feel Arthur’s eyes on you as you set up the towels and umbrella.

Once you finished, you eagerly shook your sandals off and turned to face him. It’s as if the awe were permanently plastered on his face as he was poorly hiding it. “Arthur?” you said, catching his attention. “Arthur, you’ve seen me naked. And look around, most women are dressed like me. This isn’t a big deal.”

His cheeks flushed slightly, tearing his gaze from you as he rubbed his neck sheepishly. “M’ sorry, just ain’t used to…seein’ you like this in public. I’m from-”

“A different time, I know,” you huffed slightly. “Just ignore it, okay? We’re here to cool off and have fun,” you reached out for his hand. “Now, let’s get into the water!”

He looked at you again. “You go on n’ have fun. I’ll join ya in a bit…I’m hungry.” He added, noting the look you gave him.

“Alright, don’t take too long, cowboy.” you said, stretching up to kiss his cheek before stepping away and running to the water.

As you approached the water line, you stepped into an rolling creep of a wave. The cool water immediately felt so relaxing, washing up over your feet. Walking in closer, allowing yourself to become waist deep before diving in, engulfing yourself within an oncoming wave. The force pushed you back up to the surface. Taking a deep breath, you whipped your hair out of your face. The water felt so refreshing.

Continuing to swim around, diving into waves and floating atop them, you realized a little bit of time had passed and Arthur hadn’t joined you. You glanced out towards the sand, spotting him sitting underneath the umbrella. He didn’t seem to be eating like he said he would.

Frowning, you made your way back to the shallows and stepped back onto the sand. Dodging a pack of little kids, you approached him. He had his knees up, arms wrapped around them and looking uncomfortable. Upon seeing you, his expression changed. “Done already?” he asked.

You shook your head. “I’m wondering why you’re not joining me. And why you haven’t eaten yet.” You glanced toward the cooler that hadn’t changed position since your arrival.

“I…” he trailed off, shifting slightly in his spot. “I just…”

Your head tilted in curiosity, and you knelt down in front of him, feeling genuinely concerned. “It’s okay, you can tell me.”

He broke his gaze from you, although you could have sworn his eyes went straight for your cleavage beforehand. His cheeks bloomed pink. “It’s…kinda embarrassin’…” he murmured so quietly you had to strain to hear.

“What?” you asked, leaning a little closer to him.

His lips pursed, still keeping his head turned. “I, uh…” he huffed. “I-I have a problem…”

You stared. “Problem?” you repeated, unsure what he meant.

“You know…” he continued, giving you a side glance. “My-”

“Oh!” you exclaimed, a little too loudly. His flinch calmed you down. “Sorry,” you dropped your voice, shuddering with a small giggle. “Really?”

“It’s that damn swimsuit,” he said through gritted teeth. “I can’t help it…”

You couldn’t help but to giggle more. “Is that all? Why are you embarrassed about that?”

He gave a sigh of annoyance. “Cause I can’t get rid of it, Y/N. I try to think o’ somethin’ else, but nothin’ helps. All I see is you…in that godforsaken outfit.”

Oh, this poor man. More like a hormonal teenager who thought with his dick. You kept that thought to yourself, however. You reached out to caress his cheek. “Guess I should have shown you beforehand, huh?”

“So I could fuck ya in the privacy of your home, yeah.” He muttered, though slight amusement in his voice.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise at this. So straightforward. “So…you wanna fuck me right now?” You asked.

He snorted slightly, staring at you directly now. “You have no idea, woman.”

His expression was so intense, those blue eyes reflecting the arousal within him. It wasn’t the ideal place to do so, not while being surrounded by families. You glanced back toward the changing building. A little bit of a distance away, but somewhat private. Maybe you could get away with it.

“Then let’s fix that,” you gestured for him to stand. “Come on.”

He looked at you, confused and surprised. “What...wait, I can’t-”

“Tuck it in your waistband, silly,” you instructed. “Then follow me back to the building.”

Arthur did as you told, carefully shifting himself without making his actions too obvious. He then stood up awkwardly, trying hard not to tug on the fabric as he stepped behind you. He kept close as you led the way, noting the amount of people entering and exiting the changing stalls.

They were mostly empty by the time you’d approached them, with a couple still closed. Quickly looking around, you pulled Arthur into one farthest away from anything else. Closing the door behind him, you turned to face the blushing cowboy.

“Ya sure we’re good in here?” He asked, appearing sheepish. “Ain’t want trouble from anyone.”

“We’ll be fine,” you said reassuringly, reaching for his swim trunks. Tucking on the drawstring, you loosened the waistband. The bulge underneath immediately released with it, and you tugged the fabric down to unveil it in its entirety. “Just be quiet.” You added, wrapping your hand around his length.

His breath hitched slightly at your touch. He opened his mouth to speak, yet was cut off when your mouth engulfed the head with ease. A low groan emanated from his stomach as he leaned against the wall.

You teased him first, sucking just a little and placing small kisses along his warm pink flesh. His hand tangled itself within your wet hair, prompting you to go further. You did so, slowly taking his length to the root, before pulling back and bobbing slowly.

He shuddered against the wall, quietly moaning your name. His touch gentle, yet firm as he pressed on the back of your head for more. You have in to the pressure, swallowing him a few more times at a tantalizingly slow pace. Though you weren’t planning to spend much time on the foreplay.

 Another moment passed by, sliding your lips back to the tip, popping them off before standing back up. The slight forlorn look on his face soon changed when you shimmied off the bottom of your bikini.

It was as if a switch had been flipped. The hunger in his eyes gleamed brightly as he practically lunged forward to you, his hands gripping your hips hard it was almost painful. “Turn around.” He commanded, the dominant growl in his throat sent a shiver down your spine.

You obeyed silently, turning to face the opposite wall and sticking your ass out teasingly. You heard him make a satisfied noise as his hands ran down your back. He squeezed the soft flesh of your butt as he stepped forward, running his erection along your folds and center. It didn’t take long for him to begin, easily sheathing himself in one smooth glide. You gasped softly as your inner walls stretched for him, and uttered a soft moan as he began to move within you.

He gripped your hips again, using the leverage to drive himself deeper. The sudden change brought up a yelp that you bit down. It certainly would be hard to keep quiet.

“You feel amazin’,” he growled lowly, leaning to kiss the back of your neck. “Fuck…”

Your only answer was a moan, your back arching to enhance your pleasure. He hit your G-spot perfectly, your knees buckling from the sheer ecstasy that washed over your body. He managed to hold you still, pounding away with such power.

His teeth ravaged your flesh, knowing he’d leave marks on your already mostly bare body. His nails dug into your skin, so tight with your hips. He was relentless in his pursuit of his pleasure, wanting nothing more to release the energy into you. The way his voice rumbled was like music to your ears.

He whispered profanities to you, sinful utterances which ignited your core even more. A hand brushed against your belly before his fingers found your clit, expertly dancing against your sensitive nerves. Throwing your head back, forcing down another yelp that nearly left your lips. Arthur was quick, covering your mouth with his other hand. Though muffled, you were able to express your pleasure.

“That’s it, darlin’.” He groaned to you. He eagerly buried himself to the hilt over and over, feverishly toying with you without a pause. Somehow it seemed as if he was going even faster, the sounds of his hips slapping against your ass overtook your muffled mewls.

Your peak was arriving quickly, your mind too addled to staunch it. The climb was short; the explosive ache that cascaded down your core. You sang out loud, though still stifled by Arthur.

“That’s m’girl.” he huffed, pausing to kiss the back of your neck. The fresh moment of intimacy swayed you, your knees trembling, threatening to buckle as your body came down from your high. He didn’t give you any time to recover, as he thrust deep within once again. His hand moved from your soaked pussy to run his hand down your back a second time before gripping your waist.

“Arthur!” you cried out against his fingers, the muscles in your legs almost rendered to jelly. It was amazing how you still stood, though part of it had to be from him. Pinned between the wall and his strong grip, letting him have his way in this miniscule changing booth.

“I-I’m close.” he grunted, shoving himself even harder within you. Tears formed in your eyes as he hit a sensitive spot, though the pain felt wonderful. Your hands grasped at the smooth wall, unable to hold onto anything. With a few more heavy pounds, he released your mouth to grip your waist hard, so hard that you whined. Growling your name, his hips pressed hard with yours, he held you still as his spend emptied deep within you.

The silence surrounded the two of you for a long moment, until Arthur eased his grip. He pulled away from you slowly, a trail of his seed dripping down your leg instantly. He took a deep, shuddering breath and straightened up. You turned to face him, pulling the swimsuit bottoms up, the warmth gathering in the damp fabric.

“Feel better?” you asked, a hint of amusement in your voice.

“Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Christ, that’ll keep me good for a while.” He pushed his slightly sweaty hair out of his face and fixed his swim trunks.

“Good,” you responded. “Now will you join me in the water?”

He gave a short chuckle. “’Course.”

You exited the booth first, carefully peering around to make sure no one was within vicinity. You hoped no other beachgoers heard what was going on, but it seemed safe enough. Arthur quickly joined you, heading back to your spot on the beach as if nothing happened. Despite the ache that lingered between your legs, you were able to hit the waves once again, pulling Arthur in with you.

#Arthur Morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan x reader smut #Arthur Morgan #I'm working on other requests too I promise

[mini-pretzel]

sweater weather

Genre: ooof that smut, hop on board the angst train whooo, some fluff to help you cope, humour i think? (i tried)

Music: sweater weather

Additional tags: friends with benefits to feelings, slow burn, pining, profanity, oral, teasing, spanking, dirty talk, daddy kink (ok im sorry it just happened ok?), car sex (because beds are for chums)

Word count: 14k

You and Jeongguk have that unspoken rule; just sex, no strings attached. And it’s worked well for you for years. But lately, it’s been harder and harder to keep your feelings separate.

Or

You get turned on by Jeongguk’s constant comfy look and a lot of feelings are involved.

“Fuck you.” you narrowed your eyes at him, hoping that your glare would burn a hole in his head. Your arms were crossed on your chest. “We got pizza last time. I’m sick of it.” your lips thinned. “Why can’t it be chinese tonight?”

Jeongguk didn’t look up from his Switch, too immersed in his quest; unlocking Link’s new armour. “Because it sucks, that’s why. And the one we both like doesn’t deliver.”

“Then it can be something else.” You were half a mind ready to tell him to get his ass up and go drive to pick it up because you were hungry for chinese and, goddamn, as if you were going to let him take that away from you.

You poked him with your toe when he ignored the gesture sank further into the couch with a groan. He didn’t even flinch at your touch. Still playing his game. The little shit.

Jeongguk was sitting on the floor in just a wrinkled white shirt and sweatpants, hair a tangled mess on his head. His eyes were focused as he clicked and moved the pedals around on the console. And yet, despite you being so annoyed with him, he still looked gorgeous in your eyes. Or maybe it was just you with your love for his unkempt boy look.

“I want pizza.” he whined.

You sighed, eye twitching, as you scrolled through the food app on your phone. “Anything besides pizza.”

“But I want pizza.” he repeated. God, he acted like such a child sometimes.

“And I want to punch you in the face.”

“Oooh,” he raised an eyebrow at that, and finally looked away from his game for a moment to send you a wink. “Kinky.”

You grabbed a pillow from behind your head and threw it at his face. It hit him with a satisfying thump and you sank back further into the couch in a grumpy manner. You hated nights when you two couldn’t agree on something, especially on something as simple as food.

“Oof, someone needs to get laid.” you heard Jeongguk say as he moved the pillow back on the couch with a free hand, eyes still on the screen. “Need some help with that?” you could hear the grin in his voice without even looking up from your phone.

“We need to decide on food first.” you replied, though you weren’t against his proposal in the slightest. The sudden heat in your pants told you so. Only Jeongguk could get you aroused just from one simple proposition.

“Pizza.” he mumbled and you heard yourself groan and feeling around the couch for another pillow.

“How about chicken wings?” you tried.

Jeongguk stopped for a moment, pausing his game, eyes calculating as he stared into the distance.

You almost feel pleased with yourself that you finally got to him, but then when he turned to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and you knew you’ve pretty much lost all hope.

“What about a compromise? A chicken pizza?”

“That’s not a compromise. That’s just you getting pizza.” you frowned and huffed. “Fine, if you’re gonna be like that I’m going to get my own food. You can order your pizza, or whatever.”

“Chicken wings sound great.” he said all of a sudden, his focal attention still glued to his game as he conversed with you.

You tried to hide your grin as you knew why he agreed so quickly.

It was easier for him to give in than have to get off his ass to do something, especially when you were here. He seemed to have gotten used to you being around to take care of the small things. He was a bit of a lazy guy, but you weren’t complaining. You finally achieved a real compromise. You wouldn’t be getting your chinese and he wouldn’t be getting his pizza, but you would both be getting something else just as delicious. Everyone was happy.

“You gave in only cause you want me to do all the work, like always.” you mumbled, mostly to yourself as you punched the buttons on your phone screen to complete the order. The grin was showing a little more on your face. You liked the fact that he needed you, just a little. It made you feel appreciated, especially since Jeongguk wasn’t one for words.

“You know how it is, I do all the work in the bedroom, you do all the work in other aspects; like food.” you saw him grin as you looked up. “That’s what makes this such a great partnership.”

You quirked your eyebrow at him, almost daring him to explain himself as a silence stretched out after his words.

He must have felt your piercing gaze and gotten uncomfortable with the silence because he immediately said, “You know what I mean.” and you both laughed, mostly to ease the situation before an awkward tension formed between the two of you.

Yeah. You did. Partnership as in friendship. You both knew that despite what it might have looked like on the outside to anyone that didn’t know the two of you, this wasn’t anything close to a long term romantic relationship. Or anything romantic for that matter. It was just two friends that had a simple sex arrangement, albeit sometimes getting chicken wings because both were too lazy to cook most of the time.

You knew Jeongguk wasn’t good with the whole dating thing; he had told you so when you met him four years ago when you just got out of high school. The two of you met at a college mixer and instantly hit it off. He was cute, a little dorky, could keep a conversation going and had gorgeous eyes that immediately caught your attention.

Aside from that, he always wore the comfiest of clothes, baggy and usually dark toned, that had awakened your love of boyfriend looks; especially on him.

Interestingly, despite the bagginess, his clothes somehow still gave away that his tanned body underneath was ripped to hell. Sometimes the tshirts he wore showed the curl of his biceps when he tossed golf balls into red cups full of beer. You had always found yourself watching the way his muscles moved on him instead of playing the game whenever you were on the same team.

Initially, the two of you had begun just by being friends without any initial fucking around business, but sexual attraction was there, present and relentless, from day one. And after a year of desperate pining (from both sides, as you later came to find) and secret, sweaty masturbation sessions that only made you crave that physical intimacy just that much more, the whole ordeal had gotten past the point of undeniable.

You had wanted him, and bad. But you didn’t want a relationship. Not with the amount of school work and personal stuff you had going on. And especially not with Jeongguk, who couldn’t keep a fling going for past two days at most.

Then one night after a lot of drinking Jeongguk confessed to this pestering lust that dug away at him for the entirety of the year you’ve known each other. You were surprised to find out just how much Jeongguk had a hard time with not staring at your ass or imagining your mouth sucking him off in every situation imaginable. He hadn’t seem so dirty to you before that, despite you imagining him doing the filthiest things to you at night with your hands in your panties.

You blushed hard at him telling you how hard he would cum thinking about fucking you into the mattress or imagining your hand around his cock as you whispered dirty words in your candy voice into his ear. You were squeezing your thighs together so tightly from how instantly all of his confessions had turned you on.

At some point during the heated discussion the two of you stopped talking and stared at one another. Just then, at that moment, it seemed as though something had finally snapped, the air growing charged between you, and the both of you finally gave in to all of those repressed inhibitions. And the sex, fuck, well, it was something you didn’t know could actually be a real thing that existed.

No one before Jeongguk had come close to the tricks and shenanigans he could pull in bed, and that blew your mind especially the first time you stripped down in front of him and he went for it like an animal in heat. Nipping, scratching, licking, slapping; he didn’t hold back. The way he groped your hips and pulled your hair left you a loud, shivering mess in his arms. He completely broke you apart that night, and put you back together with a hum of his sweet voice and a gentle press of a warm towel afterwards, when your body was buzzing from your pheromone high after being fucked right for once.

After that fateful night, everything you liked to experience in the bedroom, Jeongguk could provide for you. Even the things you didn’t even know you wanted. He would always bring out to the best of his capabilities when it came to sex with you. His abilities were quite impressive, and the guy knew it too. You could tell he reveled at making you scream his name when he hit the spot just right.

Thus, your sexual relationship was born.

It was the perfect arrangement; university life was stressful. Deadlines, exams, essays, the horrible group work where nobody did anything and it was impossible to set a date to meet. So much of it had caused sexual frustration to bottle up in you. And with the tight schedule it was too demanding-- impractical, even--for you to hold a steady relationship just for the sake of getting off. Not that either of you were interested in that sort of thing in the first place. You and Jeongguk were both casual hook-up seekers. A kiss here, a touch there, a bit of a rough grind there. There was so much to explore, so many bodies to feel and experience. Especially in college.

You didn’t bat an eye when you saw Jeongguk leave with other girls at parties, because you knew exactly how it was between the two of you. He would come to you when he needed you or vice versa. Some nights he wanted someone else, and some nights you both wanted each other. And you had no doubt that he’s seen you leave with other guys as well. There was never a problem of jealousy between you, since both of you knew you had each other to lean on if either needed a quick fuck and no one else was available.

There was never anything more than that, and there didn’t need to be.

But the one thing neither of you could deny, was the pull and the incredible sexual chemistry you had between one another. So, you created an almost unspoken agreement between the two of you; you were friends, great friends that enjoyed each others company. Friends that also just so happened to fuck when things got a little too stressful or difficult to deal with at times.

The two of you would hang out and do things that your other friends in your friend group did. Like watch movies and eat out, help each other out with assignments, argue over sports and other stupid things. But you didn’t talk about feelings, you didn’t kiss or hold hands and you didn’t go on dates. You were just friends with sexual benefits.

And it was perfect.

You heard the door bell ring and as you looked up from your phone, feeling as if you were awakened from a trance. You hadn’t even been looking at Taehyung’s new instagram post, despite it being in front of you for the last few minutes, instead much preferring to let your mind ponder over your history with Jeongguk.

“Must be the food.” you mumbled, mostly to yourself as you prepared to get up from the couch.

“I got it.” you heard Jeongguk’s voice as he got up from his spot and handed you his Switch. “Kill some bokoblins for me, will yah?” he winked before leaving you dazed on the couch with his most prized possession in your hands.

You stared at his back and shoulders as he walked over to the door to accept the food delivery and felt yourself clutch the console tighter in your hands as a sudden heat spread on your cheeks.

The arrangement was perfect and had worked for you for a while.

You swallowed and tried to steady your quickly beating heart as you looked down at Link on the screen and started playing like nothing was wrong.

Well, it did, it very much did.

You narrowed your eyes on the screen, praying your heart would ease up before he returned.

Until recently.

In the last couple of months, as the end of college was approaching and a lot of reflecting was done on your part as the fear of impending doom was upon you; you had felt yourself slipping more and more into what people called feelings.

You were suddenly forced to face your future--which looked uncertain despite how fast it was approaching--and you had a lot of decisions to make in the meantime. What were you going to do with your degree? Would you stay in the same town or move? Were you going to keep going with your friends with benefits relationship with Jeongguk? And what was this thing with your heart rate speeding up whenever he looked at you?

You found yourself thinking about the guy more and more, found him slipping into your mind during the most mundane things that took place in your life. Getting groceries? You would immediately start wondering if he’s eaten. Checking out books at the library? You’d wonder if he read it and if not, what he’d think of the book. Hanging out with friends? You wondered if he would join you. Making shots at a party? You’d wonder if he was anywhere nearby watching your pouring skills at work.

Everything you were doing, Jeongguk seemed to be in the back of your mind, as if he was there living your life with you, and you found yourself pining for him in other ways than just sex. You had just wanted him nearby, with you.

And that was scaring you, because you liked what the two of you had and weren’t about to let something as stupid and fickle as emotions get in the way of a long term good thing.

But it wasn’t so simple. Your feelings weren’t easy to control, in fact they were making it quite difficult for you. No matter how much you told yourself that Jeongguk didn’t feel the same way, or that he didn’t feel anything at all (you were certain that the guy didn’t dig deep into his feelings), the heart-wrenching clutch in your chest pushed back at you, eager to be fulfilled.

And it tired you out. You didn’t want to be that girl. You didn’t want to be the one that gets involved in something as simple as friendship with sex only to fall head over heels over the guy. That was not you. You weren’t into feelings. You didn’t like feeling vulnerable with anyone.

You liked quick hook-ups, tactile satisfaction and no obligations. The only depth you wanted to feel in a relationship was how deep the guy of the night could thrust into you.

You liked being in control of yourself and your emotions, and this was not control. It was slippery slope to a disaster. And you had to regain your resolve and focus, somehow.

Maybe if you took someone new home tonight. That would take your mind off Jeongguk. You had always enjoyed the feel of a new body pressed against you. Someone new and eager to please with a whole new set of skills and pleasure buttons that you would press and undo with your touch.

Yes, that sounded like a solid plan.

“Are you listening to me?” you heard Hoseok say your name and it snapped you out of your thoughts. You blinked at stared back at him, suddenly aware that you just missed everything he talked about.

“Sorry, Hobi. I was thinking about something.”

“Uh, yeah, that much is obvious.” he laughed as you broke away from his gaze to stare at the textbook in front of you, utterly forgotten due to your insistent daydreams.

You and Hoseok had a presentation due tomorrow, but your mind kept wandering as you were going over bullet points of the main facts to present. This wasn’t like you. You were usually on top of assignments, but this new thing developing inside you had really messed with your concentration.

“Sorry about that, Hobi, I guess I’m not feeling too well today.” you apologized to him again, feeling embarrassment creep upon your cheeks as you played with the corner of the page. You withheld from meeting his eyes because you knew, you just knew, that the perceptive Hoseok would see right through you and start asking questions if you weren’t careful.

You cleared your throat, trying to shake off the fog that was Jeongguk in your mind. “What were you saying?” your grip over your pen tightened as you made movements as if you were going to write down his words.

“I was saying,” Hoseok began, and you could feel the intensity in his stare during the brief pause before he continued, “that we should include some statistics into the presentation, to help with the validity of the statements.”

You made a short note of his words. “That’s a good idea. Maybe we could make some graphs?” you added, drawing a box next to the written words, “Easy to decipher, especially in the back. Then nobody would have to read walls of text.” you explained before daring to spare a glance at him.

His gaze was as dissecting as you imagined it to be and you quickly looked back at your notes.

“You’re hiding something.”

Fuck.

You forced out a laugh, albeit a little hoarsely, which obviously showed your discomfort with the action. “What do you mean, Hobi? You’re being ridiculous.”

You heard him say your name in a firm voice, something akin to a mother’s tone used to discipline a child, and your lips tightened.

Not now, please, this was the last thing you wanted, especially now. Hoseok couldn’t know. He was already worried about Jeongguk and yours nightly escapades. Saying anything about your developing feelings into the mix would definitely stir something bad. You knew he’d blame Jeongguk even though it’s not his fault, you had wanted it. You had requested the arrangement. And it was you who was falling for him, like a goddamn idiot.

“You’re barely paying attention to the assignment. That’s not like you.” Hoseok observed, and you could feel his gaze burn into you as you fiddled with your pen nervously. “Also you have that frown on your face when you’re spaced out, and that only happens when something is bothering you.”

Fuck.

He leaned back, crossing his arms. “So, spill. We don’t have all day.”

When you remained quiet to his demand, he sighed again before saying your name again. “You know I’ll find out eventually.” you could hear his voice softening. “I just want to help before it gets any worse.”

There was that care and concern that Hoseok was known for.

You swallowed thickly, touched by his words, but not ready to divulge such a shameful secret. “Thank you, Hobi, for your concern.” you cleared your throat after a pause. “There’s some things going on that I’m dealing with, and I’m not comfortable talking about them just yet.”

It was no use to lie to him, you knew that, so you opted into buying whatever time you could to deal with these feelings before breaching on the topic again. Which you knew you would have to. Very soon. This was Hoseok you were talking about, he would find a way to bring it up again.

You looked up at him and found his eyes full of something you couldn’t quite place. They were gentle, but attentive. Hoseok studied you for a moment before shutting his lids and giving you a curt nod.

“Alright, I’ll drop it.” he leaned back toward you, eyes blazing, and placed his still crossed elbows on the table. “However, if I see you with that frown on your face again, I can’t promise I won’t try to slap whoever put it there.”

You stared at him for one long moment, knowing exactly what he meant, and who he was talking about. A small smile--a foolish attempt to ease the tension--formed on your face as you placed a hand on his forearm. “I promise, Hobi. It’s nothing serious. In a few days I’ll be just like I always am. You’ll see.”

He pursed his lips, hints of doubt showing behind his stare. But he did seem to relax a bit from your touch. “Okay, I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

“I promise, I’ll be just fine.”

You will be. After you find yourself a nice boy to help you take your mind off of Jeongguk.

“Why are we here, Jeongguk?” you heard yourself asking, more surprised than annoyed, your eyes glued to the sea in fascination. It was mid-autumn, the classes were in full swing and you had a butt load of assignments to do, yet somehow Jeongguk had managed to get you away from all of that with the promise of a late night drive.

He had somehow remembered how much you loved those. You were surprised he actually listened to you, considering how often your conversations took place over him playing video games. But he paid attention, apparently. And now you were standing on a deserted beach with the sky a little too dark and the wind a little too cold for your liking.

“You said you always wanted to go to the sea.” you heard his voice behind you and turned to meet him.

“Uh, yeah, in the summer time, you dolt.” you threw a playful punch at his bicep and he pretended to be hurt by your assault, rubbing his arm and cursing you softly in a hushed voice. He still looked good with his grey puma tracksuit and mess of a hair. So natural, so comfortable and easily kissable, it made something in your chest tighten at the thought. Oh no, there it is again.

“Hey, at least you’re here, princess.” he tried to sound annoyed and you rolled your eyes at the tease behind the nickname.

“It’s too cold to do anything.” you pointed out. “In case you haven’t noticed, it’s autumn. And autumn is usually cold.” you hugged yourself to add emphasis and shivered even though you didn’t feel that cold.

You saw him laugh. It was rich, low noise that made his Adam’s apple dance on his throat. You caught yourself staring despite not wanting to. Your heart thumped.

Oh no.

“It might be cold out here, but the water is warm.”

Yeah, right.

“I’m not going into the water. No way. You couldn’t pay me.”

He pouted, and it hurt you physically at how cute he looked. “You’re such a party pooper. You need to learn how to live.”

“Jeongguk, we don’t even have swimsuits with us. How are we supposed to swim? Do you want me to get my clothes wet?”

He grinned. “Who said anything about clothes?”

You were taken aback for a moment, with your mouth open. Then you quickly shut it and your eyes widened as his words sank in. Did he-

“Y-You don’t mean…”

Jeongguk walked closer to you and leaned in, eyes wicked and full of mischief. “Strip. We’re going skinny dipping.”

You could smell the cologne on him and it made your mind feel dizzy. Skinny dipping? In the middle of October? What was this guy on?

“Are you crazy? We could get sick!” you protested weakly as he started taking off his sweatshirt.

“Won’t happen. The water’s too warm.” He was stepping out of his pants now and it clearly showed that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Oh no.

You held your breath for a moment. You could never get used to seeing Jeongguk naked. The sculpture of his body and toned muscles, and how wonderfully defined his features were; from his shoulders to his calves and the perfect balance of proportions. Smooth and easy on the eyes. Perfect for biting, nipping and grasping on with your fingers. You could stare forever and never get enough.

“But what about after? We don’t even have towels.” your voice sounded so weak, you felt yourself slipping.

“I have some in the back trunk.”

He’s-

“You really planned this, haven’t you?” you looked at him incredulously.

He smiled and pressed himself against you, hard enough that you could feel his dick against your stomach even through your clothes. He was half-hard. Fuck. That wasn’t making it any easier. Why did he have to look so charming and pure when doing something far from it too?

“I’m not sure about this, Jeongguk.” your voice trembled, your hands tightened around you. You weren’t usually uncomfortable being naked around him, but something about this was making you nervous. This wasn’t something the two of you usually did. Or, like, ever, if you were honest.

And the novelty of it was making the thing blooming in your chest expand further. Oh no.

However, it would make sense for him to do this, it was mischievous and thrilling, like he was. The thought of being young and wild like this, and the excitement of getting caught. It was all so him, it hurt. And he would probably want to fuck after too. It made perfect sense.

You wouldn’t meet his eyes, so he placed his fingers under your chin to lift your face to face him. His eyes were dark, warm and gentle, but had that glint that was Jeongguk. Sweet, but far from innocent. You had come to know that for sure.

He said your name with the softest pronunciation, the vowels sliding off his tongue easily with years of practice and care, and you felt your knees go weak. Fuck, please, no. The way he said it had almost made you melt.

“You need to learn to let go.” you heard him speak in an even softer, breathy voice, just barely above a whisper.

You stared at him, transfixed, caught between the pools of his eyes and glistening of his lips. You swore he could easily kiss you right then and there--and you’d let him--but neither of you moved, stuck and staring. You were too frozen to move, too afraid to break the moment and have it end, but also afraid to lean in and indulge yourself in something that would ruin everything.

“A-Alright. Fine. But if I get sick, it’s on you.” you spoke, and sounded much more confident than you felt.

He laughed again, breaking the tension you felt in your chest. “Fine. If you get sick, I’ll buy you pizza.”

You smiled. “Deal.”

Then you shed your clothing, carefully placing it next to his and made your first steps to the ocean, the cold air nipping at your exposed skin. You prayed Jeongguk was right and the water was as warm as he had said.

You saw him run past you and jump into the water with a gleeful laugh, a huge splash emerging after him.

“Dude, what the hell?” you yelled as you got hit by some of the aftermath of his childlike mischief. The water had not felt as cold as you had originally feared, it was actually nice and warm, almost as if it was summer.

“C’mon, get in before I make you.” you heard his voice but before you were able to respond his hands were already on your hips and you were slung over his slippery shoulder.

“Hey- wait! Jeongguk!” you wiggled, but to no avail, his grip on you was tight. Your backside was exposed so lewdly to the air that it made your cheeks redden, especially because Jeongguk kept a steady hand on one of your ass cheeks.

He started moving further into the water and you suddenly realized what he was about to do.

“No- dude I-”

His laugh echoed in your ears followed by a loud hard smack of him hitting your ass and your blush deepened.

“Ready?”

“Wait- no I-”

And suddenly you were airborne and time seemed to stop. He actually did it. That mother-

When you hit the water and felt it go in your nose and through your hair you realized just how warm and nice it was. For a moment there was just the muffled sound of waves and comforting wetness. You could feel the water envelop itself around your body almost as if giving you a hug. It was actually kind of relaxing. The numbness of it all. You stayed under just for a moment, savoring the feeling.

You had never been able to let go like that before. This was so foreign to you, it made your skin tingle from excitement of experiencing something new. Only Jeongguk would make you do something like this; make you come out of your comfort zone like that and not hate it.

When you reached the surface again you started coughing as the water came out of your nose, moving your legs to ensure that you stayed above water. You rubbed your eyes to see that Jeongguk was also wet from head to toe was swimming around you in circles.

“You are the most insufferable person I have ever met.” your eyes stung from the salt water but there was a smile on your face as you said that. You felt alive. What has this boy done to you.

“But I was right -- it’s warm.” he looked proud.

You laughed. “I hate you.”

“I know.” he smiled, something gentle behind his eyes that almost made you give away something you didn’t want to admit to yourself. “Swim with me.”

Your heart squeezed in your chest, and that was the first time when you realized that you were falling. Falling for the boy who was your best friend. Falling for the boy you would have sex with to ease the tension in your academic life. Falling for the boy in the comfy clothes and wrinkled sheets. Falling for the boy who’s name was Jeon Jeongguk and who was slowly becoming the only person you wanted to talk to, sleep with and just be around.

Oh no.

Your eyes shot open and you found yourself staring at the darkness of your ceiling. You weren’t in the sea anymore, but in the comfort of your bed. You inhaled a strangled breath and closed your eyes trying to understand what just happened.

It was a dream, a dream of previous events that took place last fall. The night Jeongguk took you out for a drive and roped you into skinny dipping. And after that you ended up doing more than just swimming, particularly in the back of his car. If you thought about it long enough you could still remember how hot his tongue felt between your legs and how easily you came apart around him.

You whimpered.

That was also the first night you realized that you may have liked him more than just a friend and the occasional fuck buddy.

Your teeth bit hard into your lower lip.

Drat, now Jeongguk was following you into your dreams. First it was your conscious thoughts, and now he’s conquered your subconsciousness too. You almost laughed at how it was such a Jeongguk thing to do, too. That guy never half-assed anything he set his mind to. He might have been lazy in some things, but he was intense with everything that mattered to him; like video games, sex and editing on his computer.

And making sure he was on your mind 24/7, apparently.

You exhaled slowly and tried to steady your beating heart with your palm. What time was it? You tilted your head to see the green numbers stating 3:08am next to your bed.

It was quiet, save from the soft snoring coming from beside you.

Wait, snoring?

You blinked and turned your head to the side to find a guy sleeping soundly next to you. There was barely any light in the room, but you could sort of make out his features. It wasn’t Jeongguk, but he closely resembled him. That was something you hadn’t noticed when you picked him up at Hoseok’s house party last night.

You held in a groan. Great, now you were even bringing people that looked like him into your bed to try and get over him.

You were so far up Jeongguk’s ass it wasn’t even funny anymore.

You brought your hand up to your face to massage the bridge of your nose. This whole thing was ridiculous. You just wanted to go back to when the only thing you felt for Jeongguk was friendliness and lust, without all of the complicated and clingy feelings.

You heard the guy move slightly next to you before plopping onto his other side, facing away from you, and found yourself sighing.

The guy was alright. He held himself in bed fine. Was a good size too, and it definitely caught you off guard at first, but still it was nothing to write home about. You hadn’t remembered his name and couldn’t be bothered to anyway.

You hated to admit it to yourself, but despite the guy’s decent performance, he still wasn’t Jeongguk. And the fact that you were even comparing based on who he was as a person and not his skills in bed left a bad taste in your mouth.

Especially since the only reason you came was because in your last desperate moments nearing close to the orgasm you imagined it was Jeongguk fucking you and not some random guy that looked like him.

You shook your head, feeling the shame wash all over you.

You were truly fucked if you didn’t figure a way out of these feelings.

A chime of your phone broke you out of your daydream. You sighed as you put your pen down on the book, all over pages and pages of homework you’ve yet to finish. It was going to be a long evening and you were already dreading it.

You picked up your phone to check the messages, sliding past countless instagram notifications.

Tae: hey u in for tomorrow night? wings, beer and that horrible movie that jimin picked out.

You stared at the text for a moment. You always met up with the guys for movie night. Always. But now with the whole Jeongguk situation you were hesitating and didn’t think you could bring yourself to come over. What if you stare at him for too long? What if he wears his puma tracksuit again like he did that night at the beach? It was a weakness of yours and he knew it. What if you start stuttering when answering him like a fool? You weren’t that girl. You never were and damn you if you were ever start being one because of some boy.

You had to deal with this issue first before laying your eyes on Jeongguk again.

But who knew, maybe he wouldn’t be there? It was a very unlikely, but worth a shot.

You: maybe, i’m drowning in assignments. who else is coming?

You clicked to check other messages when you already got a reply.

Tae: same as always. jin, jimin & jeongguk. the whole j gang.

Your hand tightened around your phone as you typed your answer.

You: i probably won’t be able to make it this time. lots to do. sorry. let me know how it goes.

In a few moments, Taehyung responded.

Tae: alright, but u hmu if anything changes.

You: thanks, i will.

You didn’t.

“I can’t believe you made me do that.” you said, wet and shaking from the cold as Jeongguk opened his trunk to grab you both towels.

“I can’t believe you’re acting like you didn’t enjoy it.” he winked at you as he threw the towel over your head. It landed softly over your face, shielding your view of him and you raised your hands to begin drying your hair with it.

“It was alright.” you mumbled, not being completely honest. In actuality, you had really enjoyed it. Before, you had never considered skinny dipping as something you would partake in your life, or take pleasure in, for that matter. But Jeongguk had changed that. He had changed a lot of things for you, that boy.

“Uh huh, just alright.” he chuckled and wrapping a towel around his waist and opening the backdoor of his vehicle. “Hand me the clothes, I’ll toss them in.”

You grabbed the folded clothes from your underarm--the ones you folded cause he couldn’t be bothered to--and handed them to him. Jeongguk threw them in without a care and you winced at how they probably landed messily on the backseat.

“Alright, now that that’s done.” he turned to you and placed his calloused hand on the side of your neck and trailing it down your shoulder, the motion erupting goosebumps all over your body and sending heat down between your legs.

“Why don’t we do something even more fun?” his eyes darkened as he said that and you held in a whimper at how his gaze trailed your body, hungry and eager. You suddenly remembered that the only towel you had was drying your hair so you were completely naked in front of him. You felt your knees start to shake from anticipation. You wanted him all over you, for him to touch you in that way that always broke you.

“Sure, ok, yes.” You said, maybe a little too awkwardly for your liking, but Jeongguk didn’t seem to mind as he moved you by your hips, fingertips gripping your skin roughly and pushed you into the backseat.

You felt your head fall into the pile of clothes he had so nonchalantly tossed in a few moments before and decided that they would work great as a pillow. Did he plan on that? You didn’t know or care. The leather felt cold against your bare skin, but you found that excited you more than anything.

Jeongguk wasted no time climbing on top of you and spreading your knees apart, bearing all of you to him. A blush spread on your face from the action, and yet you impatiently bucked your hips up, wanting him to touch you all over. You could feel yourself dripping just from his gaze and you were shameless in your yearning.

“Please.” you begged. “Jeongguk, please touch me.”

“Mmm, how do you want it?” he inquired, his fingers trailing up and down your thighs. You shivered, a smile tugging at your lips. God, you loved how he teased you. This was just the beginning stage. Soon, his roughness would come out and just the mere thought of that made your insides squirm.

“The usual, please.”

A wicked grin spread spread on his face and he tilted his head back, hair falling over his eyes and his tongue running over his bottom lip.

“Please, what?” his hands reached your ass and gripped your cheeks roughly and spread them apart. You let out a moan, keen on being touched, on being filled, clenching your pussy lips against nothing. And you knew he could see it. See how much you wanted it, wanted him.

“Please, daddy.”

“Good girl.” you felt a hard smack on your ass and arched your back as you moaned even louder. Fuck, you loved his level of rough. It was just starting.

“Please, daddy, fill me up with your large cock.” you whined out, moving your hips, aching and desperate.

“Mmm, I love it when you beg, kitten.” he brought your thigh close to his lips for a kiss then you felt a sting from his bite and whimpered, your legs shaking.

He stared at you from his position, his eyes dark orbs that could swallow you up if you weren’t careful. And you weren’t. You never were when it came to sex with him. “Make those noises for me, kitten. Make noises for daddy.”

You nodded obediently and let out another loud whimper when his calloused fingers trailed up your wet slit. Not going in, or rubbing, but just trailing. God, it drove you mad.

A soft whine escaped your lips as he slowly moved his fingers up and down, coating them in your juices while his mouth was biting down into the flesh of your thigh. With every bite he was getting closer and closer to your cunt and the anticipation of what he was going to do was stirring in your belly.

“Daddy.” you gasped out as he stopped inches away from where you wanted him.

“Yes, kitten?” his hot breath was hitting your erect clit.

You groaned. “Eat me out, please.”

You expected him to reply, for him to say something snarky back or keep teasing you further, but he surprised you by fulfilling your request by licking a long stripe up and down your slit. And as soon as his tongue made contact with your folds it was like electricity ran through your veins.

A harsh breath escaped your throat and you bit onto the flesh of your wrist. He had always known how to use his tongue in just the right way to make you squirm under his mercy.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you felt his tongue leave you and you made your hips follow it in a desperate attempt to feel it on you again. “What did I say about noises, kitten?”

You swallowed, moving your hand. “To make them.”

“Good girl.” one of his fingers poked at your entrance and he smiled when he heard another one of your noises. “Now, will you be good and do as you’re told?”

“Yes.” you bucked your hips against his finger and felt it slide in just a bit.

“Yes, what?” the grip on your thigh got tighter.

You grinned. “Yes, daddy.”

Another slap on your ass that you relished in.

And then his fingers--yes, fingers, not one, but two--were back at toying with your entrance. He took his time gathering all of your juices on them before sliding them in and out with much more force than you expected. It had caught you off guard and the feeling stung, but the pain quickly subsided as he kissed your thighs with every stroke.

“Just like that, kitten.” he cooed as he heard your voice get louder with every thrust, his fingers making loud and wet sounds as they slid in and out of your cunt.

You eyes were shut and your whole body shook, covered in a sheet of sweat. Ugh, you needed him in you so bad. But you knew he wasn’t done yet. He barely did anything to you.

You heard him let out a grunt as he stared at his fingers disappearing into your warmth, as if mesmerized by the view. You wished you could see what he saw. He wet his lips and you bucked your hips, urging him to lick you again. And he did, enveloping his mouth all over your clit, entrapping it in the hotness of his mouth.

Your head fell back and you stared at the ceiling of the car, stars dancing in your eyes. Your hands found their way into his hair, tangling in the damp curls and tugging on the strands harshly. Fuck, how you loved his tongue.

Jeongguk moaned against your clit, slipping more fingers in you to stretch you out and you shuddered against him, broken noises trailing from your mouth. You were suddenly glad the both of you were in a secluded part of the beach, because you were sure you were much louder than you usually were. And you could tell Jeongguk was pleased about that.

“Mmm, you taste so good, kitten.” he trailed his tongue across your folds, bringing it up and flicking it teasingly against your clit, making you jerk. “Like saltwater, candy and you. I could eat you all day.”

You blushed at his words, staring into his eyes for a still moment and you felt something tighten in your chest.

Oh no.

You bit your lip, acting like nothing was wrong, like there wasn’t anything growing in your chest. “Fuck me, daddy? I’ve been such a good girl.” you smiled sweetly. “Please?”

He smirked back at you, his teeth so perfect and white. He looked so handsome with his hair wavy from the saltwater, riled up in tangles from your hands, with that mole hidden underneath his lower lip and with that smile that made his cheeks look puffy and cute, much more innocent that he actually was, but it made your heart flutter nonetheless.

“In a minute, kitten. You like it rough, right?”

You nodded.

“Then daddy needs to be rough with you first, before he fucks you into the seat.”

A rush ran down your spine and a grin spread on your face. “Be as rough as you want, daddy. I can take it. You know how well I can take it.” you glanced at him, eyes dark.

He growled and surged forward, removing his fingers from inside you. You were about to complain over the lack of fulfillment, but as soon as he was towering over your body you forgot all about it. He looked too good, the muscles of his chest and stomach displayed in front you. They were taunting you, reeling you in. You wanted to bite, taste and touch every part of him.

His lips found your neck and you smiled at the way his teeth grazed your sensitive skin, nibbling, sucking, scraping. You knew there would be a mark next time you looked in the mirror, but you didn’t care. You reveled in this. In being marked. Almost as if owned by him. Almost as if he was yours, too.

The hand that was covered in your juices squeezed one of your breasts as he left trails of wet kisses and hickeys down your throat and collarbone. And you felt yourself rub against him, against the towel that was so inconveniently in the way.

“Want me to take it off?” he asked, and you felt his smile against your skin.

“Yes, daddy.” your nails scraped against the back of his neck and he grunted, landing a harsh slap on your the side of your ass once more.

His free hand grasped his towel and it was thrown somewhere to the other end of the car. Neither of you really cared where, it wasn’t important. What was important was that his dick--thick, hard, tip red and precum leaking--was hitting against his toned stomach and your wet cunt was prepped and ready to take him.

“Please,” you mumbled, staring at him with your most innocent eyes. “Fill me up, daddy.”

He groaned, pupils dilated as he took you in and moved to position himself better between your legs. “Careful what you ask for, kitten.”

You were about to retort that you knew exactly what you were asking for when he moved away from you to search for condoms in the compartment between the two front seats.

It felt like it took forever for him to do that, but you weren’t about to complain. Safety was important. Especially for the two of you who were so sexually active with multiple partners.

“You look hot putting on the condom,” you mumbled, eyes trailing all over him as he slid on the rubber over his length. “I could stare at you all day.”

He let out a throaty chuckle. “Good to know, kitten.” and then he was towering over you again, aligning his dick against your hole with his hand. “I wouldn’t mind if you stared all day. I like an audience.”

And with a sly wink he pushed himself into you and you felt your mind go numb.

Pleasure erupted between your legs as you felt his dick fill you up, stretching your inner walls. Your eyes were swimming and your body was shaking, the wave of relief washing through your muscles. Finally. He was finally in you. Now he would be even rougher.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” he grunted and stopped after he hit the end of his length and you felt the hair around his pelvis tickle against your skin. The both of you stayed like that for a bit, savoring the proximity, the pulsing of his dick, the tightness of your walls. “I love fucking you so much.”

And then he started moving, setting a fast pace, roughly fucking himself into you and relishing in every moan that it brought out of your mouth.

“Y-yes, daddy,” you chocked on the amount of saliva in your throat, “f-fuck yes.”

You felt him breathe in your ear as he pulled you close and fucked you even harder, nails digging into your hipbones. “Fuck,” he breathed out your name, “I love it when you call me that.”

His voice sounded dangerously low and it sent chills down your spine. God, you were drowning in what this man was doing to you.

Your head was bobbing against the car door from his thrusts, but you didn’t care because the only thing on your mind was Jeongguk and how good his dick felt inside you. Fuck. He moved your hips up in his grip and that caused the tip of his cock to hit that spot. You screamed out his name.

“Louder.”

You did again.

“Louder, kitten.”

Your voice was hoarse from your lewdness, but you obliged.

“Louder.”

Fuck.

“I’m coming, Jeongguk!” you bucked your hips against him and were sent over the edge, your orgasm crashing all over you, enveloping you from the tips of your fingertips to the very end of your toes, turning your skin tingle hot in between.

You felt him tug at your hair as he sped up his pace, thrusting into you so hard you could’ve sworn you were becoming part of the leather seat under you.

“Cum for me, daddy.” you grunted out and wrapped your whole body around him, taking him all in.

And that did it. Jeongguk crashed into you in the very last of his force, his face shoved into the crook of your neck. His body twitched as he came and you felt his dick pulsing inside you with every blast. You wished he didn’t have the condom on so you could feel his hot cum filling you up inside you.

“Fuck, kitten.”

You both were breathing hoarsely, completely wasted and fucked out.

“You’re too good to be true.” you heard him say in your ear in between breaths.

Your chest tightened again.

So was he. And you couldn’t have him.

You heard your name amidst the laughter and piercing sound of the latest R’n’B song playing in the background and turned your head to the source of the sound. It was Taehyung, incredibly tipsy and swaying back and forth as he made his way toward you.

“You look as great as always, sweetheart.” he slurred out and winked which prompted a laugh out of you. Leave it to Taehying to start shamelessly flirting when drunk. He had always been the one that went his hardest at parties. No alcohol was off limits for him and shots were his best friend. You were impressed at how well he handled his liquor, you tried to out drink him one time but couldn’t keep up with his pace. The man was a monster when it came to drinking games.

“And you look drunk as always, Tae.” you smiled and held your hand out to help steady him but he waved it away.

“I’m good, sweetie. Not my first rodeo, you know?”

You nodded and let your arm drop. “What’s up? Did you need something?”

“Aside from another shot of tequila and an tight ass in my face?” Taehyung asked listing the things on his fingers. His cheeks looked so red, he must have drank much more than he let on.

You stayed quiet, an amused smile playing on your lips before he took the silence as a sign to continue. “Not much, just fulfilling a favour.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Which is?”

Taehyung looked at you expectantly. “Jeongguk is looking for you.”

You felt your heart thump hard at that and your smile faltered before you could stop it. You tried not to let the fear prickling fear show on your face though.

The truth is, you’ve been avoiding Jeongguk since last Friday night when Taehyung had texted you. The last time you saw him was when the two of you had chicken wings together. And even throughout that whole meal you could feel the thing in your chest get more persistent and you were scared you would slip up and let it show. Especially around him.

So you were dealing with it the best you could by finding different guys to take home every night you went out during that time. Which meant you left Jeongguk high and dry. Which you felt bad for, but at the same time, you needed to fix this reoccurring problem of feelings. Once that was dealt with, it would go back to normal. At least that’s what you were hoping for real hard.

However, it has already been a while since you started avoiding him, so he must have noticed. The other guys sure have; they had told you so. It became pretty clear by your repeated declining of Taehyung’s plans to hang out when Jeongguk was present. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together.

You realized that Taehyung was still staring at you, waiting for you to reply and you smiled sheepishly through your guilt. God, you were so in over your head with this whole Jeongguk thing. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

“Thanks, Tae. I’ll go find him.”

And off you went, on your--hopefully--fruitless search for Jeongguk in this large party full of dancing bodies and encompassing tunes. You were really trying to keep it together in case you did manage to find him. By the looks of things there was too many people for you to cross paths, and that made you feel a little bit at ease. You just needed a couple more days, then you’d be able to see him like always. Without tumbling over your stupid crush. Without getting too attached. Without wanting something you could never have.

Suddenly you heard a voice say your name in that way that always made your stomach clench. Shit.

“I’ve been looking all over for you.” his deep voice rang through your ears and your feet stood frozen to the ground. You turned your head. When your eyes landed on him your heart sped up in your chest. Damn it. Why did it have to be him?

Jeongguk stood with his hands in his pockets, completely relaxed, still sporting that comfy boyfriend look that you have always loved on him. The ripped jeans showed his knees and a bit too much of his thigh, the black tshirt looked simple but it fit him so well and made his arms look supple and tanned. He also had his black hair styled a little, but it was still messy, no matter what he did.

You swallowed and tried to look like you haven’t been hit by a train of Jeongguk, destination: fucking feelings.

“You have? What’s up?”

A playful grin spread on his face and there was a dirty promise behind his eyes. “It’s been too long, kitten.”

Oh, of course it would be that. He probably hadn’t noticed you’ve been avoiding him all this time, working through all of your bullshit attraction to him by yourself. He was probably off enjoying banging every girl he saw this past week, and now that that endeavor had gone dry he came crawling back to you. Just like he always did. Just like you always did, too, before you developed the pull for things that weren’t just sex with him.

“Ah, I see.” you said, was your voice strained or was it just you? He seemed to have noticed, but you continued. “I can’t really tonight, I already have…” you eyed around you, hoping to spot someone worthy of taking home and avoiding leaving with Jeongguk. “…plans.”

He raised his eyebrow, clearly not expecting that answer. “What kind of plans?”

“You know, I’m good for the evening. I have someone I’m leaving with.” you lied, eyes still searching for someone, anyone at this point.

“Who? Do I know them?”

That wasn’t the response you were expecting. He never asked that before. Neither of you had asked that before. Well, neither of you had denied each other before, either. But you assumed he would just believe you and let you leave with whoever you pleased. It was never a problem before.

You swallowed, the air around you seemed to have changed for some reason. The tension was growing and it was suffocating you.

“Uhm, probably not.” you laughed, trying to look relaxed, but you weren’t sure if that’s what it came across as. “I just met them at the bar a couple of minutes ago. Didn’t get a name.”

“Huh, I see.” his face was stone cold. “And you’d much rather choose them?”

Your eyes widened and something hard caught in your throat. What was going on? What that- No it couldn’t be. Jeongguk couldn’t be jealous. That wasn’t how this arrangement worked. That wasn’t how any of this worked.

You stumbled over your words as you tried to form an answer that didn’t sound like you were shaken by how he was looking at you, then you felt an arm snake around you and a new voice enter the conversation.

“Beat it. She already has someone for tonight.”

That voice sounded familiar, you turned your head and your eyes widened. Hoseok? What was he-

“And you are?” Jeongguk asked him, eyes blazing. Your eyes snapped back at him. He looked like he was sizing Hoseok up, ready to take him outside to pummel him to death. Your eyes trailed down and noticed his fists were clenched. Oh, boy. This was not how this was supposed to go at all.

Hoseok grinned and leaned in closer to press his cheek against yours. “I’m that someone.”

Something choked in your throat at his words and you spared a glance at Hoseok, eyes pleading to understand what the hell he was talking about.

You were so distracted by his bold statement that you didn’t notice how quiet everything has gotten, it was as if the music stopped playing and time slowed down around you. You swore you could have heard a pin drop in the room. Hoseok glanced at you and winked as if telling you to play along. When you looked back you were met by Jeongguk’s piercing gaze as it moved between you and Hoseok. His jaw was clenched so tight you could see the outline of his jaw muscles on his face. You’ve never seen him so angry before.

“I see.” he said curtly, voice ice cold. “Enjoy your time, then.”

And with that he was gone, pushing past a sea of people, away from your view. You heard music return, a loud bass playing through your ears. But there was something heavy in your chest as you watched him leave. You wanted to run after him and explain everything. To make it all right. To reassure him that it wasn’t his fault, it was all you and your fucking emotions that were going haywire. But you couldn’t. You had an arrangement. You were just friends. You couldn’t talk about emotions like that. It was just sex.

Your eyes stung from tears that were forming and threatening to spill.

Surely he would be able to find someone that was more than satisfactory for tonight, right? He was Jeongguk. He could have anyone. Anyone much better than you could ever be.

You blinked, wiping the few tears that managed to escape with your fingertips and turned to Hoseok. “Uh, thanks, Hobi. You didn’t have to do that.”

He looked over you and you felt his hand run through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. “Hey, it’s ok.” he smiled, eyes gentle, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You laughed hoarsely. “I think you’ve already figured it out, Hobi.”

He hummed in agreement, letting go of your hair and pulling you with him to go outside. It was a gesture you greatly appreciated as you were starting to feel too suffocated inside with all of the smell of alcohol and sweat. Your chest was begging for fresh air.

Once outside, he leaned against the rails of the porch and gestured for you to sit next to him. You did, tucking your ankles behind one another and stared out at the driveway. What a mess. Why did you have to treat Jeongguk like that? He probably would never want to see you ever again. You knew you wouldn’t after that.

“You like him, don’t you?” you heard Hoseok ask beside you in a soft whisper. It was framed like a question, but it was more of a statement and both of you already knew the answer.

You looked over at him and bit your lip before nodding, not trusting yourself to admit it out loud.

Hoseok studied you with his gaze and nodded back, his eyes solemn. “And you don’t want to be? Because you can’t be together?”

“We’re not like that…” you began, searching for words to explain why this whole situation was so difficult for you. “I- We’re supposed to be just friends that enjoy each other’s bodies. Nothing more. I didn’t expect this to happen.”

Hoseok laughed, albeit bitterly but with sympathy in his eyes. “What did you think was going to happen? You were just going to be fuck buddies until you finish college and move on? Haven’t you seen all those friends with benefits movies? How they end up?”

You smiled wryly. “I suppose I didn’t think it could happen to me. I’ve had no strings attached relationships most of my adult life, it was never a problem.”

“But this time something was different, right?” he looked at you knowingly and you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

“There’s something about him…” you mused, a small smile on your lips. “He always makes me do things I’ve never done, but instead of me getting uncomfortable with it or hating him, I enjoy it and grow.”

You heard Hoseok hum, nodding, and stared at your hands in your lap before continuing. “I feel alive with him, not just physically. It’s like I can do anything as long as he’s nearby and I want him by my side more and more.”

“And you’re scared to tell him all this because you don’t want to get rejected?”

You laughed dryly. “Oh, I know I’ll get rejected. Because he doesn’t feel the same. I’m just his best friend that he fucks when things get hard.”

Hoseok snorted at your choice of words and you rolled you eyes. “Pervert.”

“Hey, you’re the one that said it that way.”

“Anyways,” you stared unamused at his sheepish smile, “he doesn’t see me as anything more than that, and I don’t want to ruin everything we have over some feelings that could evaporate as fast as they appear.” you said bitterly. “I don’t trust emotions, they never stay.”

Hoseok opened his mouth and looked like he was about to say something, but held back and cleared his throat. “So what are you going to do?”

“Avoid him, kill these feelings and go back to how things were.”

“And what about after that?”

You looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

“College is coming to an end for you, haven’t you thought what comes after that?” Hoseok pried, “Say you do manage to get rid of these feelings for Jeongguk, would you still keep the relationship going even after college? Do you even know if you’re staying here after?”

“I don’t.” you admitted, feeling like shit. “But it’d be easier to keep a no strings attached relationship going than a romantic one. Not that there’s a chance for it to develop into that anyway.”

Hoseok said your name and you met his eyes. “First off, stop trying to speak for him. You don’t know how he feels. You’re just telling yourself all this to hurt yourself because you feel guilty for enjoying something that happens naturally.”

You swallowed, taking his words in, but didn’t speak.

“Second,” Hoseok raised two fingers before continuing, “Figure your life out. Find out what you want, who you want, and whether you’re willing to try this with him.”

You heart skipped a beat at the thought.

“And third,” he raised another finger, “Talk to him. Tell him how you feel. You’ll need to anyways, regardless of what you choose to do with your life. Because he deserves to know what’s been going on with you.”

He saw you biting your lower lip in fear and sighed. “You at least owe him an explanation, it’s not just you who’s hurt here.” his eyes looked at you sadly.

You were silent for a moment, before you opened your mouth in defeat. “You’re right, Hobi.” you felt a tear slid down your cheek. “Like always, you know jut what to say.”

“Damn straight.” he wiped your tear with his finger.

“I should’ve told you all this weeks before.”

“Damn straight, you should of. I would’ve stopped you from letting it get to this point.”

You felt his hand on yours and him giving it a light squeeze. “Hey, it’s ok. We all fuck up in life, it’s part of learning.”

You laughed, your voice quivering. “Do you think he hates me?”

“Jeongguk?” Hoseok asked and shook his head. “No, I think he’s just upset. He cares about you. I don’t even know the guy that well, but I could see it. He’s been looking for you all night.”

You weren’t sure if that bit of information made you feel better or not. Perhaps not. Or perhaps the whole thing was bittersweet.

“Alright. I’m gonna go home and figure my shit out.” you said, sniffing, and stretched your back. You had a lot of thinking to do. A lot of words to scribble on pieces of papers before you could find the right thing to say to Jeongguk.

“I’ll drop you off.” Hoseok offered, wrapping his arm around you as you walked down the porch.

You nodded your head. “Thanks, Hobi. For everything.”

He smiled brightly. “Anytime. What would you do without me?”

“Probably still be bringing in Jeongguk look-a likes into my bed in hopes of getting over him.”

“Ew, tmi.”

“Haha, sorry.”

You: We need to talk.

Your fingers shook, palms clammy as you send that message. You hoped he was available. You were finally ready to face everything about what got you so twisted in this situation. And you were hoping he had calmed down enough to at least hear you out. That’s all you needed.

Jeongguk: I’m busy.

Your heart sank.

You: It’ll just take 5 mins. Please.

You set your phone down in your lap, hearing the waves crash in front of you and prayed, for the first time in your life, for some kind of cosmic force in the universe to convince him to see you, just one more time.

Jeongguk: Where are you rn?

Oh thank god, or whatever deity that processed your prayer in such a timely manner. Love and prosperity onto them. Bless.

You: At the beach. The one we went to last fall.

Jeongguk: ?? The hell? What are you doing there?

You: Sitting. Get your ass here so I can explain myself.

You imagined him smiling at your text, hopefully. Maybe it was funny. Maybe he didn’t hate you as much as you thought he did. You hoped he still tolerated you enough to come meet you. Or who knows maybe he hated your guts. The next text would tell you for sure.

Jeongguk: omw

Thank god.

You smiled as you read the text and slid your phone back in your pocket. You then took out a stack of pages of your thoughts and feelings to flip through as you waited.

So you might have lied about it taking five minutes. Yes, you were full of shit, but you could maybe try to summarize some key points to tell him. As if it was a presentation. Of your feelings. Wow, so that was a thing that was cringy. Jeez, you really were turning into an emotional mess.

It took him around ten minutes to get to you, and you could hear him stepping down the flight of stairs as he made his way down to the little blanket you had splayed out on the sand.

You felt him sit down next to you, crossing his legs and tore your gaze away from your scribbles to look at him. Your breath caught in your throat. He looked so devastatingly good, like he always did.

The leather jacket he sported looked too good on him, with a grey hoodie underneath and tight ripped jeans with black boots. Comfort and bad boy vibes all in one, you were blindsided for a moment.

Jeongguk cleared his throat. “Well? You said you wanted to talk?”

Was it just you or did it look like he had bags under his eyes? Was he sleeping enough? Has he been out partying the last couple of nights? You hoped he took care of himself without you, you knew how much he hated cooking.

God, that made it sound like the two of you were together… No wonder you fell for him so hard.

“Ah, yes.” you swallowed a large sum of saliva down your throat that you didn’t know you had before moving to face him, crossing your own knees. “I wanted to start by apologizing for blowing you off that night. That wasn’t cool.”

He shrugged, playing with one of the threads of the blanket. “It’s whatever, I found someone else. No big deal.”

Jealousy burned in your chest, but you swallowed, trying to calm it down. Take a breath, you’re here to apologize, not get possessive. Get your shit together.

He wouldn’t meet your eyes, so you continued.

“I also wanted to apologize for avoiding you before that too. That wasn’t cool either, friends don’t do that to each other.”

A wry smile spread on his face at the word ‘friends’, but he didn’t say anything. You cleared your throat, hating how awkward the whole situation seemed. He really wasn’t helping you. You had to crawl out of this mess yourself.

You braced yourself.

“And I also needed to tell you that I fucked up.”

That got his attention, he stopped playing with the fabric and raised his eyes to meet yours, they were full of confusion. He looked so cute with that face, you fought the urge to kiss him. Fuck, not now. This was important.

“I fucked up with our agreement,” you explained, “We were supposed to be best friends who occasionally helped each other get off. Just sex and that’s it. There wasn’t supposed to be anything beyond that.” you bit your lip, looking away from his gaze, not ready to look at him with what came next, “But I fucked it up by falling for you.”

He didn’t say anything, and you could hear your heart thump hard in your chest at your confession. Fuck, okay. It’s not over yet. Fuck, fuck.

You had to remind yourself to keep breathing.

“It started when you took me skinny dipping here,” you motioned to the sea, your eyes lost on the horizon. “I’ve never done anything like that before, and to be honest, I don’t think I would ever have if you hadn’t made me.” you smiled a little at the memory of how you felt underwater.

“It was the first time I let go, and it really made me think about a lot of things.” you tugged at your sleeves. “About how alive you always make me feel. And how I don’t mind you pushing me to try new things. I enjoy it, in fact.”

You still avoided looking at him, you were doing good. So far you were able to talk without fucking up. It was going good. Onto the next point.

“However, I realized that I should not harbor such feelings as it would endanger our friendship, and, well, just make things complicated in general.” you bit the inside of your cheek before continuing, “So I tried to deal with them before they caused any trouble.”

You let out a dry laugh. “Didn’t really work. I found myself taking home guys that looked like you and thinking about what you were up to constantly. It was kind of ridiculous.”

You thought you heard him snort softly, but it was hard to tell with the sound of the waves crashing.

“So anyways, while that was going on, I tried to ignore you in the meantime in fear of slipping up and you finding out about these, feelings, and well,” you laughed, “that clearly wasn’t a good strategy either, cause I should’ve expected sooner or later you’d want my company again and find me, despite my futile attempts.”

You let out a long breath. “So, here we are, awkward and uncertain about what’ll happen now.” your lips thinned. You still couldn’t look at him. “I just want to apologize for not telling you sooner and instead acting like a child. I didn’t mean for all this to happen.”

You felt your eyes stinging, fuck, no. Not now. Really, it was the worst time for you to start crying. Get it together. You’re almost done.

“It’s just-” but the tears started to spill. Ah, fuck.

You laugh at yourself, wiping them with the sleeves of your shirt. “Look at me, I don’t even have my life together; I don’t know what I’m doing after college, I don’t know who I want to be or what I want, and now I’m crying over a simple talk that most people would’ve finished with by now.” you shook your head, chest feeling tight. You took a deep breath.

“It’s just… the only thing I’m sure of,” you hiccuped and gulped, “is that you’re the only thing that make sense in my life.”

After that you finally dared to look at him. Once your eyes landed on him your breath caught in your throat. Jeongguk was looking at you with such wide glassy eyes, it stopped you in your tracks. You had more you wanted to say, but with just one glance you were stricken wordless.

Time around you seemed to slow down, and you focused in on him, on the bits of tears that stained the sides of his eyes, the slight agape of his mouth. How he was looking at you, as if staring into your soul, and not moving.

You felt your heartbeat thumping in your ears as you saw him leaning in closer to you. Up to the point your noses touched. He was so close you could feel his warm breath on your lips. Your eyes were glued to him. He was all you could see.

“Do you mean that?” he said, so softly you could barely hear him.

You choked a little and nodded, making your noses rub against each other at the motion.

And he was kissing you. Your eyes shut as you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. He pulled you closer in his tight hold around your waist.

His lips were so soft and warm, and he kissed you like he was out of breath and needed oxygen, as if it was something he was born to do. You wrapped your legs around his frame and sat in his lap, just wanting to be close. As close as you could get.

His hands trailed up and down your back, slipping underneath your shirt to run across your skin. You shuddered.

Tears kept spilling, staining your cheeks and his. But neither of you stopped, you kept kissing until your lips were swollen and you both needed pull away to breathe.

The both of you rested your foreheads against each other, taking short breaths and eyes locked.

“I-”

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” he said, gasping against your face.

Your cheeks reddened. “You have?”

Jeongguk smiled, “Yeah, but you said no kissing when we made that damn arrangement.”

You had felt foolish, so absolutely foolish. “I’m sorry.”

He pecked your lips.

You blushed and found yourself asking, “So, do you like me?”

Jeongguk raised his eyebrow at you and smiled. “What do you think?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d ever like me like that.”

“Stop saying sorry and just kiss me, you dolt. That’ll make up for it.”

Before you could respond his lips were on yours again. And you found yourself not really minding that. Or however many times it’ll take for you to make it up to him.

“Fuck you.” Jeongguk groaned. “I want chinese.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “And I want pizza.”

The two of you were sitting on his couch, a bunch of take out fliers spread out around you, arguing over what to have for dinner once again. Somehow it felt familiar, almost like a routine. And something about that made your heart squeeze affectionately at the thought.

“How about this,” you stared at him seriously, “A compromise; we get a chinese flavoured pizza.”

Jeongguk threw a pillow at your face, his face unamused. “That’s not a compromise, we’ve been over this. That’s you getting your pizza.”

You cackled at him, clutching the pillow to your chest as he tried to grab it from you to throw it at you again.

“Fine, how about chicken wings?”

He stopped trying to pull the pillow away from you at that and smiled his beautiful smile that made your heart race every single time.

“That sounds perfect.” he said as he grabbed his phone to place the order.

And, for once, it was; perfect.

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