#I don’t know what we expected them to spend our money on. but we thought it would be something less mundane

[lustfulslxt]

ok, hear me out. so reader decides to try out the red nail theory and shows them to matt, and he freaking adores them, but adores the marks they leave on his back even more😏😏idk if you dont wanna thats completely fine, but i just got red nails for the holidays and all i can think about is scratching up matts back...

Say Thanks - Matt Sturniolo

warnings : smut, filthy matthew

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It’s been a while since I’ve gotten my nails done, and I so badly want to go get them done right now. However, bills exist and with my roommate moving out, everything’s been piled on top of me all at once. It’s stressful to say the least, but I just need to find my footing. It’s not that I can’t afford it, I just have a really bad spending habit, that I didn’t realize is an actual issue until a couple of weeks ago. I used to just work, pay my portion of the bills, save a bit of money, then blow the rest of it on whatever I wanted. Now, I just have to learn to budget.

Saying that, I’ve not really been going out of my way to splurge on things that make me feel good. I’ll get back to eventually, but unfortunately, I can’t afford to right now.

Despite knowing that I should focus on getting my money right, I can’t help but look into my spare cash, crossing my fingers in hopes that I have enough. Before I can even begin counting, my phone flashes and vibrates, indicating I have a new notification.

Matt sent you $100 for your nails❣️.

My eyes widen, a gasp leaving my mouth as I read the words displayed on the screen. Immediately, I’m facetiming Matt.

“Hey.” He answers, instantly, a knowing grin on his lips.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me mister. Why did you just send me money?” I question, glaring at him through the screen.

“Hmm. I’m pretty sure I said it’s for your nails.” He answers, then continues, “You can say you don’t need it all you want, but I know how bad you’ve been wanting to get them done. And if you haven’t, then you just can’t right now. Which is why I wanna do it for you.”

“Matt-“

He cuts me off, “Y/N, shut up and accept my offering. Come over after you get them done?”

“Fine.” I sigh, giving in.

“Great, I can’t wait to see them. Maybe then you can show me just how thankful you are.” He suggests, his lips wide with a smirk.

My jaw drops at his proposal, completely bewildered at his comment, the underlying meaning far from missed. I can’t help but bite my lip as I look away from the screen, my skin ultimately flushing.

“I already scheduled your appointment with Analysse. She’ll be there in fifteen. I expect to see you no later than an hour and a half.” He informs me.

“Yes sir.” I say, unable to prevent the smile that pulls itself to my lips. “Thanks, Matty.”

“Of course, doll. I’ll see you soon.”

With that, we hang up and I’m left to sit in my puddle of confusion and eagerness. Matt and I are only friends. There’s always times where we’re flirty and we’ve always been close, physical touch being our love language. However, his actions and statements today threw me for a loop. I’m sure I’m not misinterpreting it, he seemed very suggestive. Honestly, I don’t even mind that, I just don’t know if he’s only messing with me or if he’s serious. I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

“Hey babe, how are you doing?” Analysse greets me, unpacking her supplies.

“I’ve been good, just learning to adjust to new things. How have you been? I feel like it’s been ages since I last seen you.” I reply, sitting on the opposite side of the desk.

“I know! It’s been so long! I’ve been great though. Just living life and doing what I love.” She nods, a smile blossoming on her face.

“That’s amazing, I’m glad to hear.”

“Thank you. So, what are we thinking?” She asks me, all her supplies laid out in front of us.

“Probably just a simple red, maybe like medium length. Hm, not too long but long enough to leave marks.” I explain, smirking at the thought of digging my nails into Matt’s back.

“Ouu, okay.” She giggles, grabbing my hands to prep my nails. “So, are we talking about Matt? I mean, he is the one that reached out to me to book this appointment for you.”

I can’t help the warmth that rushes to my cheeks, “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to get my nails done again. Life just hasn’t been working in my favor.” She nods in understandment, listening to me rant. “Let’s just say, he’s got me thinking about a lot.”

Her mouth opens, laughter pouring out of it, “Oh, I get you. We’ve all had one of those.”

We continue talking and sharing stories as she does my nails. The conversation goes from boys, to makeup, to careers, to food, and just about everything under the sun. Once she’s done, I pay and tip her, and bid her on her way.

Since I still have some time before I have to be over at Matt’s, I decide to take a shower to freshen up. Seeing as I really only had around an extra thirty minutes, I decide to make it quick. I swiftly wash up and rinse off, hurrying out to dry off and get dressed. After applying deodorant and lotion, I slip on my shoes and grab my phone and keys, then I’m out the door.

It only takes me eight minutes to get to Matt’s house, so when I arrive, I’m eagerly making my way inside. We’ve been friends for eons, hence why I have my own key. Upon walking in, I instantly make my way upstairs and head back to his room. As soon as I open his door, his attention is on me.

“You’re late.” He states, his voice stern.

“Only by four minutes.” I shrug, joining him on his bed.

“Four minutes is still late.” He points out, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Won’t happen again, I promise.” I grin, tossing my hands up in defense.

He doesn’t say anything, only smirks as he grabs my hands to observe the nails he paid for. He plays with my fingers, looking at each individual nail, as if inspecting to see if there were any flaws. They were perfect.

“I love them, they look good.” He tells me, his voice now husky.

I look from my hands to his face, his eyes already being on me. His hands never leave my own, his warm fingers brushing back and forth over mine. The intensity of his stare has me clenching my thighs together in need. I don’t knew where this is coming from, but I want him bad.

“They’d look even better wrapped around my cock.” He whispers, his voice deep and raspy, placing one of my hands on his lap.

Only then, did I notice the growing bulge beneath his pants. His cargos now restricting his hard on, keeping it caged in below the fabric. I could feel him pulsating through the clothing, his erection rock solid. My mouth opened and close, suddenly unable to find words to speak.

“Don’t you want to show me how grateful you are?” He taunts, his gaze unwavering.

“Did you have a favor in mind?” I ask, licking my lips as I attempt to swallow in hopes of lubricating my now dry throat.

“Mhm.” He hums, standing up from the bed. He stands directly in front of me, his hands slowly working his belt off. “I want your pretty little mouth around my cock.”

I could feel my underwear becoming more and more soaked, my arousal seeping out of my pussy, completely and utterly turned on. His hand reaches my chin, gripping my jaw as he pulls me up from the bed, before dropping me to my knees. His thumb rubs against my lips before forcing itself in my mouth. I suck on it, my mouth immediately salivating from this situation I find myself in. He removes his thumb, dragging it down my bottom lip, letting it bounce back up as he moves to remove his shirt. I watch in awe, his lean torso flexing with every movement. Next, he unbuttons his pants. Once he pulls them and his boxers down, his dick slaps up, bouncing off of his lower abdomen. I’ve never been this intimate with Matt, meaning I’ve never seen his dick before, and boy was it something.

“Like what you see, pretty girl?” He teases, his hand engulfing his shaft and jerking it a couple of times. “Get over here and make me feel good until I say you can stop.”

I can’t help but frantically nod, instinctively scooting closer to him, eager to take his member into my mouth. One of his hands goes around my head, entangling in my hair, while the other one takes his dick and slaps it onto my lips, leaving drops of his precum behind. My tongue immediately flicks over my lips, taking the traces of him into my mouth, leaving him to toss his head back as a groan leaves his throat.

“Open.” He states, his hand pulling my jaw down.

As soon as my lips are parted wide enough, he’s shoving his entire length down my throat, pulling a gag from me. From his rough thrusts, my mouth is producing enough saliva to coat his dick, strings of spit connecting him to me once he pulls out. He then sets his tip on my lips, nodding at me to get to work, so I do.

My tongue swirls around his head, licking over his slit, causing him to tighten his grip in my hair and involuntarily buck his hips, his dick prodding at my mouth from the movement. I wrap my lips around him once more, my tongue continuously twirling around him, before taking as much as I could of him into my mouth, using my hands on the rest of him that wouldn’t fit. Peering up at him through my eyelashes, I see his brows furrowed in pleasure, his bottom lip held between his teeth.

“Fuck. You’re so pretty, doll.” He moans, running a hand across my cheek. “Sucking me so good, baby.”

I hum around his length, accepting his praise. Throaty moans continue to escape his mouth, encouraging me more as the desire in me burns hotter. I pull away from him completely, then take all of him in my mouth, deep throating him as much as I can without dying. His free hand wraps around my throat, making the feeling of his dick going down my throat all the more noticeable. He starts thrusting, matching my speed, his hips now sputtering as more lewd sounds come from his mouth.

He quickly pulls away, tugging me back by his grip on my hair. “Strip.”

I eagerly obliged, nerves building in my stomach, anticipating what’s to come. It didn’t take long for me to remove my outer clothing, leaving me in my bra and panties as his hungry eyes bore into me.

“Strip.” He repeats, his tone more demanding.

Without breaking eye contact, I reach back and unclasp my bra, letting it fall down my arms before falling to the floor with other clothes. The cool air hit my nipples, the buds hardening in response. I watch as Matt’s eyes follow my every move, soaking in every gesture. My fingers slip in the waistband of my panties, slowly tugging them downwards as I continue shimmying out of them, kicking them off my feet. Matt’s hand is now around his cock, stroking it as he watches me, intently.

“My turn.” He whispers, pulling me against him, skin to skin.

His mouth meets mine in a hot kiss, excitement bubbling between us. He walks me a few steps backwards, pushing me back on his bed and climbing on top of me. Our lips lap one another’s, before he’s shoving his tongue in my mouth, exploring behind my lips. We move together in such a hot and steamy way, his hands touching every part of me as my hands lace through his hair. His mouth then moves down my jaw, dragging open mouth kisses across my skin, leaving a trail saliva in his wake. My breathing was heavy, small whimpers coming through as he sucks and nibbles my sweet spot.

His hands then intertwine with mine, bringing my fingertips to his lips, pressing soft kisses against them. “I can’t wait to see the damage you do with these.”

He starts kissing down my chest, keeping his hands interlocked with mine. His mouth nips and bites at my skin, goosebumps spreading over me. He takes my nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it, his teeth grazing over it, causing a sharp gasp like moan to come from my mouth. He moves on to the next one, repeating the same action. My legs squeeze shut, attempting to relieve the tension that keeps building and building with every little thing.

“Matt, please.” I whisper, attempting to grind against him for friction, to which he only presses his hands onto my hips to hold me in place.

“Shh, baby.” He mutters against my skin, lowering himself to my navel, his tongue leaving a stripe of spit.

His mouth meets my thighs, going back and forth between the two, peppering wet kisses all over them. His half lidded eyes meet mine, a smirk making its way to his face as he blew air onto my center, causing me to thrash beneath him. Instantly, his tongue is between my folds, pulling a loud moan from me as my hands return to his hair, tugging ever so slightly. He licks up and down my core, sucking all of my juices along the way. His tongue prods at my entrance, poking in and out, before he goes back up and wraps his lips around my clit.

“F-fuck, feels so good, Matty.” I whimper, thrusting my hips up for more.

His hands press down on my hips again, his grip now tight, holding me in place. His mouth continues lapping me, his tongue flicking every which way, bringing me closer to the edge. One of his hands leave my waist, his fingers meeting my heat. He slides them up and down, lubricating them before pressing two of them into my entrance. A loud moan falls from my mouth, my body jerking as he begins fucking me with his fingers. His mouth focuses on my clit, sucking with his warm tongue continuously flicking over it. His fingers pumping in and out of me, my arousal evident from the sounds emitting from my core and my mouth.

“I’m so close.” I moan out, pushing down into him.

Unfortunately, he pulls away, completely removing himself from me, a whine of desperation coming from my lips. He hovers back over me, his mouth pressing onto mine, my juices traveling from his mouth to mine as he kisses me hard.

“We’re gonna cum together, princess.” He says, one of his hands holding himself up as his other one rubs his dick up and down my folds.

I can’t help the gentle shaking of my thighs, my hole clenching around nothing as my eyes beg him to fuck me. Without words, he grants my wishes, slowly sinking his cock into me. Low moans escape both of our mouths as he bottoms out, my eyes closing in pleasure as he tosses his head back one again. My arms wrap around him, pulling him closer to me.

“I just knew you’d feel so good, baby.” He groans, his thrusts slow, yet hard. “So wet and warm, and tight around my cock.”

His thrusts remain slow, but not too slow, as he continues digging into me, hitting exactly where I need him.

“Oh, Matt.” I moan out, my face contorting in pure bliss as I drag my hands down his back.

He lets out more groans, enjoying everything about this moment. Instantly, I could feel the knot forming in the pit of my stomach, close to snapping from the building pressure. He picks up his pace, increasing the strength of his thrusts. His hand meets my center once again, rubbing tight circles onto my clit, ripping another moan from me.

“You look like a dream.” He moans out, his eyes never leaving mine. “I can see your close, baby.”

Words stuck in my throat, I’m left nodding my head, nothing but incoherent sounds coming from my mouth as I dig my nails into his back. His lips slam onto mine, bringing me into a passionate kiss, swallowing every noise that emits from me. His tongue roams my mouth again, quickly and eagerly, as if he can’t get enough. As he pulls away, he drags my bottom lip out in between his teeth.

“Cum with me, doll.” He groans, his finger on my clit applying more pressure.

And just like that, the knot snapped, unraveling, and I was letting go all over him, eliciting pornographic moans from my mouth. He followed seconds after, his dick twitching inside of me as his load spurts out. He continues pumping, fucking both of us through our orgasms, pushing our cum deeper into me with every thrust. Stilling for just a moment, he then slowly pulls out and lies beside me, both of our breaths erratic from the exertion.

“If this is what I get as a thank you, I’ll gladly pay for your nails every single time.” He chuckles, grinning over at me.

I laugh, rolling my eyes at him, pushing him away. He smirks, before starting to put his clothes back on, so that he could start us a shower. As soon as I catch glimpse of his back, a gasp leaves my mouth, causing him to turn around with raised eyebrows.

“What?” He asks, expectantly.

“Your back is fucked.” I laugh, covering my mouth, grabbing his phone from the nightstand.

I motion for him to turn around so that I can take a picture. Once I do, he grabs his phone from me and smirks at the picture, pleased with the aftermath of our moment together. He does some typing on his phone before tossing it back down and leaving the room. I pick his phone back up and see that he made a new post on snapchat.

After clicking on it, my mouth dropped, “Matt!”

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a/n : here ya go! sorry for the delay, i’ve been lacking inspiration and motivation. i hope you enjoy it, and apologies if this isn’t what you had in mind. send in more reqs pls, love you 🫶🏼

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[gremlingottoosilly]

[If you need to be mean] chapter 2

Chapter 1

Konig decided to meet his new favorite civilian at the cafe you work at. Unfortunately for both of you, you're both socially awkward. TW: Konig being a huge pervert, Canon-Typical violence, Dub-Con, Innocence kink, Age difference(Konig in his yearly 40, Reader in young 20)

Pairing: Konig x fem!Reader Tags: Fluff, Power Imbalance, Hurt/Comfort, Size Kink, Possessive Konig, Yandere Konig, Creepy scary stalker Konig, written mostly from Konig's perspective

— Did something good happen, colonel? You are practically shining. 

Horangi always had this special ability of telling nonsense with the most serious face and deep voice. He also was the only one in his unit to ever be brave enough to joke with his superior – even though all the other KorTac members usually don’t risk their asses to be put on fire list because of some silly joke. He is the closest König has to a friend – and it’s kinda sad, actually, that a broken gambling addict is the only person who can read his emotions so well, even with his hood and permanently sour expression. 

But something good did happen – you happen, of course. 

He spend a few days of self-reflecting, drinking and punching training manekens in the gym, trying so fucking hard to put your adorable civillian face out of his mind. You were out of sight alright, but the way your features would get distorted into something even more adorable every time he closed his eyes, was concerning. He dealt with those little obsessions before – nothing that a few good rounds of jerking off until he would feel nothing but emptiness and hatred to himself couldn’t handle. He surely can’t fall that deep down, he only saw you for like an hour and it was literally three days ago! 

— I read your reports about the last terrorist encounter. Good job, Horangi. 

— And I heard about that civilian girl you pulled, sir. Thought we are bringing those to the police, not their houses. 

— I had to make sure she wasn't a spy. 

— And she wasn’t? 

König thinks – would be far easier if he would have an official, legal reason to keep you locked up on the base without the right to come out. Would be far easier for him to just think about you as an enemy, so he would have normal reasons for thinking about you constantly, and not feeling guilty. It’s normal to think so much about your enemies – this is what keeps you alive on the field, if you can determine their shortcomings early and make sure that you can fight them. He would love having you as an enemy – it would at least give him some info before starting obsession over little ol’ you. 

— No. 

— That would give us at least some lead to the terrorist cell. Feels like all locals are protecting them from it. 

— I understand your frustration. But at least they are not cutting our pay. 

— We might as well rebel if they’d try to. 

— We are not stepping on terrorist’s route. 

— I was joking, sir. Only thing that’s left here except for card games. 

Horangi hates stationing in this country as much as König is – and, given that he is a sergeant and doesn’t have as much rank expectations, can talk about this openly. This operation is perfect except for the lack of intel, lack of action and lack of basically anything to do – the local forces are handling minor threats, while mercs here are mostly to show off how the government has money to hire them. KorTac would pay for actually having to fight some bad guys around here – but the bigger ones are hiding and lower ones are already getting tracked down by the local military. 

The only interesting thing to do, seemingly, is to obsess over local girls – and König thought he is better than this. 

But he isn’t losing sleep over thinking about how scared and fragile you looked that night. Especially not even going to think about how adorable your little pout was, and the way your hands were trembling. He definitely doesn't want to know every tiny detail about your life, what you like and what you hate, what is your favorite position in bed and the color of underwear you are currently wearing – or even if you are wearing one. And he isn’t some sort of creep that would spend an obnoxiously long amount of time registering on social media – god, he is too old for this shit, it literally feels even more humiliating than his whole school experience – just so he can find your accounts and get instant masturbation material. 

You really shouldn’t post so much half-naked photos – yes, this is a reel from your last summer vacation and yes, this swimsuit looks beautiful on you, but have you ever considered that some creep(not someone like him, he is palming himself very respectfully) would use those photos as a way to get themself off? Terrible, scary, he can’t wait for you to post some new photos – maybe in something that he would buy you, way skimpier and more expensive, so he could protect you from those people. 

He looks at your posts about work – and he hates this stupid blue bird app because it never works for him, always filled with some assholes who are trying to argue with literally everyone, and the way he can’t even see your posts properly because of the weird ads. No, he doesn’t need a “Thing that would make your dick longer” he literally has a problem with making it smaller. No, he doesn’t need some dumb T-shirt even though he kinda reflects with the funny pun about pokemons and would love to wear something containing his major interest even though it would look ridiculous on a 6 '10 killing machine. 

But König reads all of your short posts about the way you hate working in customer service, and his hand is almost slipping to the ad about wedding rings. You hate your job, he hates his – practically soulmates, even though he doesn’t really hate the killing part of his employment, he just doesn’t want to be in charge of people and making them steal the fun of destroying. He would, however, agree to get as many ranks as possible if that would mean providing for you. If that would allow him to be by your side and listen to your sweet voice, he would agree for the next promotion even if higher ups would want him to make some PR wawes and become a fucking fashion model. 

But he is completely sane about you. Totally normal. Absolutely nothing is wrong with him when he can’t even think about visiting you in real life, but he leaves a like on every of your posts in every social media he has – you have terrible online safety habits by the way, he can already see what the inside of your apartment looks like, your place of work from three different angles, and how the front door of your apartment is held together by a very easy to destroy lock. He could snatch it in one deliberate kick, not even speaking about just shooting it. Not like he would need to, he wants you to be with him willingly. Or, at least, don’t fight him too much in case he would actually lose his patience and do something drastic. 

It has already been three days and he feels like he is going crazy. He had those things before, overthinking about tiniest details in someone he never truly knew, but even then he’d understand that he can’t be with them – it could be his school crushes that were, ironically, crushed because of his anxiety. It might be some casual flings with his fellow soldiers that would either get killed in the field or never happen because it would be fraternization. Some random people he saw at the airport and already imagined life with multiple kids and a dog. He always knew he had a problem – but it was never like this before. Never dangerous. 

The problem is – he knows that he can have you. 

Maybe not in a traditional way, he doubts that you would just marry him on the spot, but he can court you at least. He can shower you with gifts or ridiculous tips at your job, he can just snatch you away and leave you as his perfect little bedmate. He can make his men kidnap you, and while it is inhumane and you don’t deserve this, he would calm you down – and then have his happily ever after. 

He knows that he can have you – and it drives him crazy. He could stop himself previously, when he didn’t have anything for himself to be considered desirable – but now, with his rank and all the new opportunities and money it brings, he can’t stop but fantasize. 

You under him, panting and blushing, lips puffy from kisses, skin glazed from sweat and marked with his teeth.

You under him, so wonderfully tight, not letting him go even for an inch – and you are perfectly taking him, no matter how gigantic he is. 

You under him, smiling, cuddling after a long night – every night after a mission, where he could spend his free time deep in your body, listening to your melodic moans and little whines. 

You under…

— Can I…can I take your order, sir? 

He is a disgusting human being because lives of thousand people are on a stake, he would just doom them all if he wouldn’t find those terrorists soon – and he wastes time on sitting in this tiny ass cafe, trying to place himself on the small seat while being all too nervous to just talk to you. Like a person. Of course he had to go to your shift – he already determined which days you were working because it increased the number of angry “I hate my job and want to kill my manager” posts on that dumb social media, and he knows which hours you work at – of course it’s almost night time, the closing shift, because he simply can’t have himself not worry about you. 

He is a creep, weirdo and all that words in a song that he’s been blasting in his tiny headphones all of these days because he can smell the sweetness of your perfume and the way you are munching on the pen you are using to write his order. Oh, yes, order. He is supposed to order something, he can’t just give you money for how adorable you look in that white apron – even though you are absolutely stunning and should get money. 

God, he would murder everyone in this building just for them to never look at your legs again. 

God, he would bury himself between them if only you’d allow him to.

— Sir, is everything okay? 

He served in the military for far longer that you lived, probably. Most of his life, he got used to being referred to as something honorable, or referring to other people like that – and he never thought that just being referred to as “sir” would make his dick twitch in his pants. He crosses his legs, hoping not to get too imposing – he already towers over the tiny table like a giant he is, barely even fitting in it. He thinks he has a healthy amount of self-control – then he looks at you again, and thanks all the gods he knows for the mask he is wearing – at least under the black surgeon piece and dark glasses you won’t really see his blush. Or that little twitching in his eyes that is indicating danger. 

— Sorry, I…can I, um, have a coffee? Bitte…please, I mean. 

He hates how nervous he is – like high school again, asking his crush out just to be ridiculed. But you look perfect like this – controlled environment, you can’t just laugh at him and say that he is a weird nerd from another class, you have a manager who is controlling of such behavior. He would never tell on you, of course, he wants you to be happy, even if this job makes you the most miserable – even though he kinda thinks of you as a weak for this, his job literally involves killing people and he doesn't argue that much! 

But you giggle – sweet, innocent sound, it drives him crazy even more than he previously was. It doesn’t feel like those girls at school – yes, he still can’t let that go, even though his therapist says he has to – and he loses all control at how beautiful you sound. He wants to take you away right now, pay you for your workplace however you get them, and just use you as he wants – no matter how socially unacceptable. He protects this country, he has the right for a little prize, right? No, this would be terrible, he shouldn’t just harass sweet little civilians like you, he should…

— What type of coffee, sir? Do you want some dessert? 

This is a typical question, he was at cafes and coffee shops a thousand times but, for some reason, it feels almost like you are teasing him. You bite the end of your pen with those adorable teeth of yours – he wants to feel it on his fingers, he wants you to leave bite marks all over his body as a sign of marking him as yours. He smiles under his mask, hoping that you would somehow feel it – how happy you make him feel, how hard it’s for him not to lose control. 

— No. Just coffee. 

— Sugar? 

He would like some sugar, of course – but the one he wants is probably not for sale, even though that adorable white apron of yours makes you look like a candy. He would love to unwrap you from those silly clothes and devour what belongs to him for the right of protector, but he knows how scared you might be. He is not a good person, he killed more people that he could count – countless fathers, sons, mothers, he shouldn’t even think about having a right for a family of his own after all of this. He is not a good person and his moral code changes with every kill he gets – but for hell sake, he wants to be nice with you. You deserve it, he knows. More than he is, for sure. 

König doesn’t really like sugary stuff, it was always too childish, made him too energetic, disrupted his very peculiar way of eating things. Sweets makes him only more hungry, makes him crave more, and he wants to be as serious as possible – so he usually drinks and eats stuff that is no tastier than a pile of dry sand. But he responds before he can think, too focused on that shiny lipgloss you have on your lips. He would lick and bite it all – soon, he hopes. 

— Ja. Thank you. 

— Good choice, sir.

Your lips are curling into a small, shy smile and he likes sugar now. He isn’t sure if you are telling everyone that their order is a good choice, maybe you just want to get more tips, but he hopes that maybe, he is special. Maybe there is something nice happening to him after all. A small reward for not being a total monster on the last mission he had, even though he could. He can’t do anything but to stare at you, his only saving grace is the dark lenses of his glasses – he can’t wear his hood in civil situations, unfortunately, people would stare, stare, stare and that would make him want to pull their eyes out. 

But you smile and he smiles also, even if you can’t see it. He is looking at your legs and, fuck, he is a disgusting old creature that preys upon younger women because he never had a positive experience before. He is a total creep and a monster that should be put down already – but he stares at your legs under that waitress dress, and he would pay your manager a few thousand Euros to cut the length of your skirt in half. 

Then he sees all the others looking at you the same way – old people, young people, there aren’t a lot of guests at this time in the evening, most people are afraid of going into public places while the war on terrorism is going on. There aren’t a lot of people while it’s almost closing time, but he doesn't even want to think about all the other men looking at you like this. Devouring you with their eyes, probably leaving sleazy comments as you go through the small cafe, just as overworked as your other coworkers. He wants to take you from here. 

You don’t deserve people looking at you like you aren’t even a person – only he can look at you respectfully, stripping you with his eyes. He can be soft for you, can be perfect – if you would just let him. 

König doesn’t want to be a creep around you, but he was looking at your legs for five minutes already, picturing the way your body would look under all of these clothes, and his cock gets painfully hard. He thanks himself for wearing normal, baggy pants, not something tighter – at least his embarrassment is completely covered by his clothes. 

— Here is your coffee. Anything else? 

You look nervous, of course – but he seems way softer than he was a couple days ago, at night. The absence of his creepy mask is obviously helping, and because he is sitting, you don’t have to tilt your head too high, causing your neck to stretch uncomfortably. He looks awkwards, like a big dog that still tries to fit into his old bed, and it causes you to smile a little bit more. You made sure to place a couple of sugar cubes on the plate, so he could decide for himself, if he wants to use them all – but the mere thought of that giant of a man, a colonel, hardened soldier liking something silly and sweet is making you giggle. 

He looks way softer than he was that night, and you can almost forget about how scared you were – how you were thinking that this would be the end for you, that one, overthinking part of your mind already making up the scenarios of getting martial lawed because of the broken curfew. You can even see his hair – and fight the urge to touch it a little. He is still who-knows-how-old and still a military presence in your peaceful country. 

You still want to ruffle his hair. 

He still wants to take your clothes off and make you his. 

— Nein, thank you. 

He stares at the cup for a good few seconds – if he wants to drink, he needs to actually take it off. He has many scars on his face, and his mouth sometimes feels like it has more dead skin than alive one – he doesn’t want to attract attention. Some people are already staring at his badge and how awkward a giant man like him looking in that cozy, tiny place – but he also wants you to see how much pain he can withstand without getting killed. How he can protect you from anything because there literally isn’t anything he won’t do for you. You would appreciate a man with scars, it’s a sign of bravery, right? 

Then he thinks about all the times he would take off his mask and how people around him would look at him – with pity, with fear, with disgust sometimes even though he is certain that his face isn’t as deformed as some other parts of his body. He even almost managed to grow a beard once! Then he had to scrub it all off because hair was growing in very uneven patches and he looked like something crawled on his chin and died. 

König fought in countless battles, spent his youth training to be the best killer possible, took part in many major conflicts and killed hundreds of people while feeling nothing but recoil. He isn’t afraid of anything – except for talking to people sometimes, maybe, and even now he is trying to work on it with his therapist, instead of just killing anyone who looks at him funny. He isn’t afraid of the dark, of death, of uncertainty in his life. But he is afraid of you looking at him unmasked and thinking that you, in fact, find him disgusting. 

You almost want to take your time to look at what he will do – is he going to take off his mask? Is he going to drink right through the fabric? You have too much work to just stay at his table and stare, even if you want to – but you are trying to give him occasional glances as he just…sits at his table. Not even moving, just staring at the cup and sometimes moving his head to look at you – or just ornaments at the wall behind you. Yes, probably the ornament. 

König sits at the table and, well, he doesn’t even want to drink his coffee because just looking at the way your ass sways under that terribly short skirt is enough to set him on fire. He wants to take you home with him – even though his home is all the way up in Austria. He would take you, you probably wouldn’t even be mad at you – you could be a perfect little family. He already waited too long to start one, never finding anyone who would win his heart for a long run but he was sure that this three-days-obsession would last long. He isn’t sure, however, if he likes it or not. 

He ended up not drinking at all – he knows that he can’t just waste multiple hours, he already got his lieutenants covering the spot with paper work while their commander is away at searching for the love of his life. He wants to be with you longer, probably walk you home again and make sure to protect you from any creeps that would want to attack. He can’t have that, it’s obvious – he is a colonel, unfortunately, he is still on the hunt for those terrorists, he can barely give himself an hour of free time these days. 

He already indulged in his fantasies too much when he folds a 100 Euros banknote and puts it into the bill – not sure about how much money it is here, not wanting to give you any trouble with exchanging currency, he just hopes that would be enough for you to at least not worry about food for a few days. Or buy yourself something nice – what girls like these days? Guns, books, some fancy lip gloss, a hat for their adorable little turtles? He would buy you a pet turtle, he always wanted one as a kid – right before his father said that all lizards are products of sinful corporations and a lazy pet like a turtle, unlike a giant dog breed, is completely useless and unmanly. 

He doesn’t want to be here when you’ll get the bill – he is too afraid that he didn’t gave you enough, that you'd be disappointed. He would love to give you more, of course, but he doesn’t want to just shove you the money like you are some sort of cheap whore – he wants to give you gifts, something meaningful, to steal you from poverty altogether. König is an expert in infiltration and escaping arts, he can exit the location without anyone noticing a thing, even with his size – and then you look at him, directly into his eyes, covered by sunglasses – and your face is twisted in shock as you realize what exactly he left you. 

— Wait, sir! Please, I…god, I will get you the change right now, I’m so sorry, it’s closing shift, I…I’m sorry, I completely forgot…

You are almost begging him to stop and let you give him his money, a honorable deed really – but all he can think of is how nice you would look on your knees, begging him to fuck you already. How perfect you would look all whiny and spoiled, asking him for something expensive, whatever your cute head would want. You would look so complete on his lap, tugging on his shirt and asking your daddy for a new toy. You would…

— It was a tip. Take it. 

He wants to be able to tell you how perfect you look, how he wants to just throw you over his shoulder in a totally non-creepy way and make you his little wifey. How he would take multiple months of leave to just be with you, marry you, breed you. He wants to have a way with words, but they are useless to him – he can’t even say he likes you, it’s embarrassing, he is almost forty, he got his rank as youngest colonel in history of KorTac, he can literally have almost everything he wants – except for basic social skills. 

He feels like a creep, an old man trying to steal that perfect girl from the shiny world, and he hates himself for it – but then you blush and he can almost convince himself that yeah, you like that creep too. 

— I…shit, I mean, sorry…thank you, sir. 

— Don’t wander at night again. 

He feels like a scolding father and you giggle again, too innocent and naive to understand his thoughts. 

— I won’t. Promise. 

He then slowly leans closer, puts a hand on your shoulder again – goosebumps are running on your skin. His head is near yours now, he is whispering in your ear – and you are almost sure that you shouldn’t have come closer to him like this, that it’s unprofessional from your side, that everyone is staring at you. They are – and you try to ignore it, but…

— Wear shorts under your skirt next time. Never know who might look at your legs like that. 

You would slap him here and there. You would scream and run away right now, but for some stupid, dumb, completely terrifying reason, you…almost like how protective he sounds. And the money he gave you is also helping – even if just a little bit. 

König looks at the way you blush even more, and he knows already that he won’t ever let you go. 

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[secretivemessenger]

Harbingers Lover

Fatui harbingers x Male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: OOC harbingers! Blow job! Begging?! Pet names-puppy! (Pantalone)! Body worship! Rough sex! Possessive behavior! (Childe)! Degrading! Power bottom reader! (Scaramouche)! Edging! Sex toys! Clones?! (Dottore)! Rough sex! Marking! Sex coaching?! (Capitano)! Rough sex! Overstimulation! Implied multiple orgasms! Dilf! (Pierro)!

- fatui harbingers relationship headcanons

^Pantalone^

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You know i have to start with this man , he has me on chock-hold the moment he showed up on screen

Pantalone is a very busy man since he has alot of business deals to take care of , and he has to take care of the northland bank that is know to be the biggest bank in teyvat , so he barely have anytime to spend with you his own lover

That’s how it’s usually like with him , since he’s very busy most of the time to show you his affection he does it through material gifts

But when he does actually have some spare times for you he would definitely spend every minute of it with you , he would either spend it with you in his room or taking you out shopping

We all know that he the richest man in teyvat , quite literally and that just means that everything you ever desire shall be yours , if he can’t show you physical affection he will buy you stuff

want new clothes? Theres a cabin full of em ready for you , you wanna a place to stay? don’t worry tons of mansions are ready and set for you , new jewelry’s accessories he got it all to you

He’s literally a sugar daddy , a gentle and sweet sugar daddy , but it’s not always like this with him , if you ask him for things most of the time he will be happy to give them to you but if he’s feeling a bit tipsy or frustrated he will have you beg for them

Oh no would you look at that you just spent all the mora you had on you so you went straight to him asking for more , what you didn’t expect is him asking for a price back to give you the money you need

The last thing you expected is to have pantalone’s cock stuffing your mouth , slurping noises come out every time you moved your mouth

You looked up at him with puppy eyes hopping it would somehow change his mind on this but he simply gave you a smile as he pat and ruffled at your hair

“Come on now i know my good puppy can do it”

You whimpered around his cock when you realized your begging won’t work on him , and now your only solution is to please him so slowly but surely you started bobbing your head taking a bit more with every push

You easily gag at his cock but you continue to suck at it like and obedient little puppy , whining and moaning like a good slut would do waiting patiently for him to paint your throat white with his cum

^Tartaglia^

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The second one has to be our favorite ginger

He may not be as rich as pantalone but he can definitely give you everything you want , even if he somehow doesn’t have the money for them as long as you want them then whatever you want is gonna be right at your hands

And unlike the busy Pantalone childe has alot of free time on his hands , and you better believe he’s gonna sped every second of it with you , He just want you to be happy , to see that beautiful smile that gorgeous laugh , he just want to please you his precious boyfriend 

He likes it when you make those adorable noises when he’s fucking you , the cute moans you scream out when he’s balls deep inside you , the faces you make when he fills you to the brim with his cum

And he would be so proud know that he’s the only one who can see and make you like this , know that you belong to him only

You felt like you body was getting completely destroyed , with every rough thrust from childe as he had you in mating press

You legs spreading wide open as childe seated between them , his hips moved violently against your own his cock stretching you more than you ever thought you could take

“Does it feel good getting fucked with this cock that you love so much”

He continued to rearrange your insides with his big cock all the while observing every little expression you make , all the loud screams and moans just encouraging him to move even faster

And all you could do is cry about how good it feels to be fucked by him , how well his cock rams into your prostate , hitting it straight on with every thrust it just feels soo good

^Scaramouche^

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This man is a degenerate motherfucker , how did you even managed to get together with someone like him

He’s a very hot headed person who can easily be frustrated weather your his lover or random fatui agent , he would get angry at the most random things he just wants a reason to scream

amongst all the harbingers he’s the hardest one to deal with , especially when he has one of those tantrums that he throws around when things don’t go his ways

But you somehow always managed to calm him down , maybe not in public but if your alone in his office and he starts yelling you know the exact way to shut him up

Just push him to the ground and stuff his cock in your hole and no more words will come out of him , all you would hear is his pathetic little whines saying how much he thinks your bad while showing the most lewd faces

“Yo-you fuckin- ugh.. whore , don’t even-know how to-hyuaah”

Despite his degrading words towards you , despite his attempts on trying to deny how good it feels he still couldn’t act well , no matter how much he says he hate it he just keeps moaning loudly like a slut

He couldn’t stop squirming around as his cock was being buried deep inside your hole , he laid still as you rod him so well hoping up and down on his cock , you hole being stretched on his cock

No matter how many time he tells you to stop moving you keep on going knowing damn well that if he really hated it you would be dead right where you sit

slowly his yells would die down , completely lost in the pleasure that is your warm hole around his cock , and without noticing his hips would thrust up in rhythm with you , and in no time he would start cumming inside you none stop

No matter what he says your truly the only one who can get him to be like this

^Dottorr^

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Now aren’t you just an interesting boy , to make even someone like this man to feel things that he shouldn’t be able to feel , and it just started his curiosity

The more time he spend with you the more curious he gets , it came to the point where he’s obsessed to know everything about you , the moment he laid eyes on you was the moment of no return

Dottore is a doctor who lives off of his researches , whats he’s most know about are actually his researches , and when you two got together it gave him an opportunity to actually make his own research on you

And that exactly what he did , he tested your body and mind with everything he had

Tying you up and edging you for hours on end just to see how long can you last before begging for him , fingering you to see how many times you can cum before you become empty

He even invented some special toys with the help of sandrone , and just who’s the perfect person to test them out-you his dear lover

But but but isn’t that alot of work for one person , not to mention how busy dottore actually is but thankfully he has his little clones to help him out test the new products

One , two , three dottore’s surrounded you every one of them being a different version of him , same look different age and two of them is holding a different toy , or thats what dottore called it

You were being played with like a toy , as two of them were doing *tests* on you while the third and most recent dottore was taking notes , asY our hands were tied up by a rope hanging from the ceiling making you stand still without being able to move

A toy with taking the shape of a dick was wrecking you hole so roughly by one of them , and it just happened to be a vibrating one isn’t that just great , and another vibrating toy was being pressed onto your cock

And all you could do is squirm around , your legs was shaking badly and your body couldn’t stop trembling , but that was just the beginning the night is still long and dottore still has a ton of toys to try

“Look at your holding on so well , do not worry the fun won’t be ending anytime soon”

^Capitano^

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Capitano is a very hopeless man on the romantic side , how did you get him to love you is still a mystery to others

Affection is a very hard thing for him to show , not that he is shy or anything he just don’t know how to or what that is to be honest , but thats why your there to teach him

At first you’ll teach him the simple things starting with dates , “a date is where you go out with your lover” is what you said and big boy capitano took that too personally and took you outside the fatui Headquarter in the freezing cold and just stood there , and he even had the audacity to call that a date

And thats when you learned that if you wanna teach him something you need to be as specific as you can , and thankfully your words work as he took you to an actual restaurant the next time

He loves you he really do he just don’t know how to love you you know , but little by little he learned and thats when you started teaching how to really love you

Teaching him the ways to get to you , the things that gets you hard , the ways you like to be touched , the spots that gets you over the moon when their hit , and in no time he knows your body more than you do

“Is this good , does it feel good when i ram this spot”

He asked you like he always do as he fucks into you roughly , you threw your head back crying about how good it feels , praising him telling him how good he’s doing

You wrapped your legs around his waist locking him up which resulted in more rough pounding from capitano , it just makes you cry out even more

His naked back full of scratches left by you , he even commented how your like a little mad kitty which completely took you by surprise by the way , but it made you comment on how capitano himself is like a dog since your body was completely covered with bite marks

And he took that personally , which made him start pounding you so roughly you felt like your hole would get ripped apart , never make a snarky comment while having sex with capitano , another lesson learned

^Pierro^

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This man is a total dilf and you can’t convince me other wise , even if he doesn’t have kids just by his appearance alone gives off huge dilf vibes

He’s literally rumored to be a survivor of Khanria’h which means he’s over the 500 already , you better believe he had relationships during his life which automatically make him the most knowledgeable harbinger between his colleagues

He knows how to take care of someone , even if he is busy he’ll always make enough time for his lover , he would always take you to unforgettable dates and even more unforgettable nights

He know exactly how to work your body , the places that feels good he knows them all , he’s truly the best at pleasuring you

Oh how quite was he compared to your loud shameless cries , but you can’t help it it just feels too damn good , the way his hips snapped against your own how slow but deep they are

The hands you had on the mattress couldn’t hold on anymore as you fell face first onto the bed with your ass still on air , he will have you cumming multiple times from only him pounding your tight hole before he himself cum

It well take long for him to cum when he does you’d be to overstimulated to even speak , oh boy if you think your done after he came once you are so damn wrong

“It must’ve been hard to hold on that long , think you can go for a bit more”

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[janaispunk]

i can see the end as it begins

chapter 1 • series masterlist

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

summary: You meet your father’s new friend for the first time, but he’s a lot different than you expected.

word count: ~5k

tags/warnings: explicit smut -> 18+ mdni, dbf!Dave, unhealthy relationship dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, angst, daddy issues (reader’s dad isn’t a nice person), able-bodied reader, reader has hair, no use of y/n, divorced Dave, unprotected p in v, semi-public sex, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, spanking, pet names, let me know if i missed anything 🫶🏻

a/n: my favorite person on this app @joelscurls planted the idea of dbf!dave in both our heads and after many many feral dms, porn gifs, plotting and just generally freaking out, we have finally managed to put the first chapter together :) we’re currently planning with 4 chapters in total that we’re gonna take turns posting, so go follow jess if you don’t already (criminal behavior tbh)! i’m beyond excited to be able to do this with someone whose writing i adore sooo much, we’re both beyond excited about this story, and we hope that you enjoy it 🫶🏻

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dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics!

“I want a divorce.”

It’s been almost a year since Carol spoke those words into the tense silence of their dining room and they still echo in Dave’s mind as if it happened yesterday.

He doesn’t mourn the marriage, doesn’t miss Carol, not in the way he probably should. But he mourns the life that he had, the perfect suburban family, the stability. A little boring maybe, but safe, calming. Predictable.

And he misses his girls. He misses the sound of small feet on the hardwood-floor greeting him as soon as he opened the front door, giggly exclamations of “Daddy’s home!” and tiny hands grabbing at him, begging to be picked up. Now he opens the door to an empty, silent apartment. He has them every second weekend, which he rationally knows makes the most sense with his often irregular working hours, but it’s simply not enough. It’s like time is constantly running through his fingers and he just can’t make it stop, can’t bring his life back under control.

He’s doing what he can to keep himself busy, anything to keep his mind occupied and his thoughts from spiraling into that pit of loneliness that he’s found himself in. He started reconnecting with friends, going out with his colleagues and contacting people from his army days that he hasn’t spoken to in years, trying to build a social life outside of his family and the neighbors that he no longer lives next to.

It’s tedious, making him realize that he really doesn’t like people all that much, but it’s better than spending his evenings by himself and wondering where things went so awfully wrong.

He spends a lot of time with Jim, one of the guys that trained with him and that he always got along with rather well. Jim was delighted when Dave called, promptly inviting him to join him at golf the next day, which somehow turned into a weekly event on Dave’s schedule. It’s nice enough, giving him some sense of routine and he finds that he’s rather good at it. Jim runs his own company by now, the thing that he invests all of his time in, which got him a lot of money, but also a divorce.

It’s all he talks about, too, but it’s fine with Dave, not being forced to contribute that much to the conversation – because really, there’s not much worth mentioning happening in his life anyway – and he’s content to just nod along and hum in agreement most of the time.

Jim has a daughter too, a lot older than Dave’s though, already out of the house, attending law school. He can tell that Jim is proud when he talks about her, but it always seems to be connected to achievements, an underlying pressure to their relationship that leaves Dave a little uneasy and he silently vows to himself to never apply any sort of conditions to his love for his daughters.

But he's never met the young woman and he probably never will, so he doesn’t dwell on it, because what does it matter to him, really?

You huff a sigh as the familiar sight of the country club that your father loves to frequent comes into view and hand the Uber driver a tip before sliding out of the car.

You had thought you’d be getting a night out with your Dad, just the two of you, a rare occurrence. Not that you had been particularly looking forward to being grilled about law school, your grades, networking and internship opportunities, but at least he would be listening to you, paying attention. Joking that he was making sure that the money he put into your education was well invested, a joke that felt less funny every time you were reminded just how financially dependent you were on your father.

If the topic of conversation wasn’t school, it was what kind of acquaintances you’ve made, if maybe you’d met a guy with good connections, someone who could introduce you to the right people. Cautionary warnings not to get involved with the wrong sort, not to get on the wrong track.

Just once, you would like to talk about if you were enjoying school, what living on your own was like, how you got along with your roommate, the fun times you had with your girlfriends, anything about your life that wasn’t somehow connected to success or keeping up appearances. But your relationship wasn’t like that. He didn’t care about these sorts of things, he never had.

You continuously swallowed down the heavy feeling of envy in your stomach when your friends talked about their parents, painting a picture of unconditional love and support that was foreign to you, telling yourself that everything was fine the way it was.

“I invited Dave to join us tomorrow,” he then told you yesterday morning, offhandedly, sipping his coffee and his eyes already glued to his phone. You nodded silently, forcing your lips into something that resembled a smile. He had mentioned someone named Dave before, an old friend from his army days that he had recently reconnected with, if you remembered correctly. It didn’t matter, really, your father’s countless acquaintances blurred into a mix of vaguely familiar faces in your head anyway. If you had mixed feelings about the evening plans before, this new development made it clear that you wouldn’t partake in the conversation much, just smile politely, sit pretty and let the grown ups talk.

Steeling yourself, you walk in, your heels clicking against the floor. After spotting your dad almost immediately and waving in his direction, you make a beeline for the bar. He was sitting alone, you think, furrowing your brow in thought. You’re running a little late yourself, maybe that Dave guy couldn’t make it? You don’t hate the idea of that.

Dave had been reluctant to come out tonight, couldn’t help the feeling that he was intruding on his friend’s father-daughter time, something that he was desperate to have more of, but Jim had insisted.

“Lots of women you could meet there!”

He had scoffed under his breath, not able to picture himself meeting someone new, going through the motions of getting to know them, opening up, adjusting his routine to someone else’s again. He could much less picture himself meeting a woman he’d be interested in at a fucking country club of all places. Eventually, the thought of another evening in his silent and empty apartment with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company made him accept anyway.

He’s drumming his fingers against the polished wooden bar, waiting to pick up the second round of beers for Jim and himself, when someone slides up to the counter beside him. He glances over, eyes focusing in on the woman who is studying the drinks menu.

He feels an inexplicable pull towards her, couldn’t look away again even if he tried. She’s beautiful, he thinks as he takes in her features in the soft warm light, lingering on the shape of her lips, before his gaze trails down her body, over the short black dress that’s clinging to her in the most enticing way. She’s also younger than him; too young, the responsible part of his mind argues. Not the kind of woman that he should be interested in meeting. He still can’t look away.

“Evening.” The greeting comes out before he can stop himself. She looks up, a hint of annoyance on her pretty face, but her gaze softens as her eyes meet his. A smirk plays on her lips.

“Hi.” Her eyes flicker down his own body and up again, something akin to excitement taking over her expression. He’s rusty, hasn’t done this in ages, but her interest is palpable, and it shoots a thrill of pleasure through him.

“I’m David,” he introduces himself. No one has called him David in… god knows how long, but it feels better than Dave in this moment, right somehow. Like he can be a different person, just for a little while.

“Pleasure,” she grins, tells him her name and shakes his hand, her eyes glinting in the warm lights of the bar. Her touch on his skin, even just his hand, is like electricity is flowing through the air between them. She feels so soft and his life has been so devoid of softness lately that he has to force himself to let go of her hand again.

Something tugs at the back of his mind, like this name should ring a bell, but he shoves the thought aside. He’s too busy picturing himself taking her home this evening, imagining how soft her skin would feel in other places, how she would look splayed out underneath him on his sheets, how her breath would sound when he–

“I’ve never seen you around here before, are you new?” her melodic voice interrupts the vivid daydream playing in his mind. She has taken a step towards him and hints of the sweet notes of her perfume are beginning to surround the air around him. It’s getting a little hard to think straight.

“I– yes. First time actually,” he laughs and delights in the way her face lights up at the sound. “You come here a lot, then?” The cliché line makes him want to cringe, but she doesn’t falter, only shrugs and lets her eyes slowly trail down his body once more, obviously wanting him to notice.

“Depends. I might be here more often if it means I get to see you.”

She reaches out until her fingers softly graze his wrist and it demands a great amount of willpower not to take her home right this instant.

The heartbeat in your chest is thrumming along to the butterflies that are erupting in your stomach. You’ve never been this bold, too shy to flirt at all most of the time, but the stranger in front of you is clouding your sense of judgment and has your insecurities flying right out of the window. His interest is written over his face clear as day and you feel an immediate pull towards him that you can’t explain.

He’s so handsome that your hands are itching to touch him more, to find out if he’s as broad and solid as is large frame suggests, if that jawline would feel as strong under your fingertips as it looks, and if his deep brown eyes would soften before you press your lips against his. No wedding ring either, you note in the back of your mind, sending another surge of excitement through you.

The fact that he seems old enough to be your father, something that your therapist would probably have a few words to say about, is only adding to the arousal that’s coursing through your veins. You want him.

You almost jump when your drinks arrive in front of you; you had all but forgotten where you are, and that you’re very much in eyesight of your actual father. Suddenly, you feel silly, reality catching up to you. Surely he was just being nice and you read way too much into it, making a fool of yourself.

“Well, I–I’ll see you around then.” You hastily grab your glass and are ready to make a run for it, when his large hand wraps around your elbow.

“Looking forward to it,” he purrs, before he takes the two beers off the counter in front of him.

Awkwardness slowly sets in when you start walking in the same direction, but it doesn’t fully hit you until you both stop at the same table, your father beaming up at you.

“Sweetheart, you already met Dave I see, that’s great. Come, sit!”

You’re frozen, stupidly blinking between your father and the man beside you a few times. The man who introduced himself as David.

David. Dave. Oh. Oh.

“Y–yeah,” you stutter out eventually and plaster a smile on your face as you take a seat beside your dad. David looks just as dumbstruck as you feel when he slides into the chair opposite from you, quietly handing one of the beers over to your dad. His friend.

Your father launches into a story about their army days together and you’re nodding along, but not one word actively registers in your brain. The conversation eventually moves on to your dad’s recent work projects, the majority of the talking done by him, with the occasional question from David, while you’re silently sipping on your drink.

The initial embarrassment of the whole situation makes you want to sink down into the ground, but still you can’t keep your eyes from flicking to David again and again. They linger on his lips, constantly in a pout that you would give anything to feel against yours, the slight shadow of stubble on his cheeks at the end of the day that you know would scratch against your skin so deliciously, the way his hand dwarfs his beer on the table, thick fingers that could stretch– No. No, you’re not going there.

Your cheeks are burning and you stare down at the tabletop in front of you.

When your gaze lifts back up, David’s eyes are already trained on you, glinting like he knows exactly what you’ve been thinking about. You reluctantly look back at your father, who’s still rambling on about some big client that he’s currently dealing with, completely oblivious to the charged energy between his friend and you.

David shifts in his seat and his leg bumps against yours under the table. You grasp your drink tighter, forcing yourself not to react in any way, but you don’t move away either. Neither does he. You shoot him a look and the hint of a smirk plays around his mouth. He looks too damn good like this, so excitingly wrong in a way that makes your pulse flutter.

It feels like you’re burning up from inside and as little attention as your dad is paying to you, you’re certain that he’s gonna notice that something is off with you eventually. You hastily scramble to your feet and excuse yourself to the bathroom. You feel David’s eyes on you as you walk away until you’re out of sight.

The cool water that you run over your wrists and splash onto your cheeks does a poor job of calming you down. Stupid, stupid, stupid, you admonish yourself. It’s certainly not more than a tiny bit of flirting to him, if at all, just some harmless fun to amuse himself probably, and you’re getting this worked up about it.

No. You need to get out of this situation. You’re gonna walk back out there, make something up about a headache and catch a cab home. It will probably earn you a lecture about politeness later in the evening, but you’ll gladly take that.

When you approach the table again, your dad is just getting off his phone, his expression already far away. You know that look all too well, being subjected to it almost daily.

“Work emergency?” you ask, without a real question behind your words.

“Yeah,” he grumbles, getting up, barely looking at you, already all business. “Sorry, I gotta get to the office, Dave will drive you home. Right, Dave?”

Your eyes fly to David and you catch him swallowing hard, but he nods regardless, lips quirking up in a forced smile. “Of course.”

You both silently watch your father’s retreating back, already speaking into his phone again. The fabric of Dave’s pants ghosts against your bare leg below the table once more. You wish it were his fingers instead.

You hadn’t anticipated to be alone with him and all the reasonable thoughts that you’ve come up with in the privacy of the bathroom are wiped from your mind. It feels like you’re buzzing, a rush of excitement thrumming through your veins, like your body knows that you’re on the brink of doing something really stupid and really fucking tempting.

“I’m sorry, about earlier,” you murmur, looking up at him through your lashes. He smirks, a knowing glint in his eyes as he takes in your expression. He still hasn’t moved his leg.

“I don’t think you are.”

Your stomach swoops at his words. You bite your lip. He wouldn’t be acting like this if he didn’t want you, would he? His eyes dart to your lips at the movement and darken. Fuck it.

“No, I’m not.” You pray that he doesn’t catch the slight tremble in your voice. He’s fucking intimidating and this is wrong on so many levels and you want him so badly to want you.

The tension between you is a palpable thing, almost making it hard to breathe when he leads you out of the club, his hand at the small of your back and causing you to shiver. Will he really just drive you home? Will he say something, do something, touch you more? You don’t know how to ask for any of it and desperately wish that he’ll take the reins, that somehow he already knows what you want. You have a feeling that he does.

He opens his car door for you, another thing that really shouldn’t affect you this much, before he walks around the vehicle and gets in beside you. You catch a hint of his cologne in the confined space and press your thighs together before you can stop yourself. Your heart is racing and you just know that he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

He clears his throat. “We gotta stop at my place, I have some paperwork that I’d like your–” He interrupts himself, his grip on the steering wheel tightening until his knuckles are white, “that I’d like Jim to look over for me.”

You nod, a small hum leaving your throat. The implication of going to his place has you reeling. He nods back, stealing a glance at you before he starts the car. You can’t help watching him as he drives, the subtle control that he exudes, the way the muscles on his thighs are flexing underneath the fabric of his pants. He looks over at you a few times, and you don’t have it in yourself to pretend that your eyes aren’t glued to him.

“See something you like?” he asks eventually, the corners of his mouth twitching.

“Yeah,” you answer, so breathless it’s embarrassing and you shift a little in your seat. Your dress rides up at the movement, revealing more skin, and his eyes fly down instantly.

“Me too,” he rasps.

When he stops the car in front of his building, you decide that it’s time to be brave.

“Do you want me to come up with you?”

“No,” his answer comes instantly. His tone isn’t cold, but determined, not to be argued with.

“Oh.” Your cheeks are heating up again. You hate how small your voice sounds. “I thought–”

He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, avoiding your gaze.

“I can’t. You’re– You know why. You know I can’t.”

“I don’t care. I’m an adult, I can do what I want.”

He shakes his head, still not looking at you.

“Sweetheart, stop. Trust me, I want to, but–”

“Please?” You’re begging, no dignity left in you, only want want want. “Just one time. Please, David?”

His eyes fly up to your face at that. You can see the shift, the way his expression hardens, turning into something feral that has heat growing between your legs.

“Just one time,” he repeats, his voice dark with desire, no longer trying to conceal it.

His hands find your thighs, grabbing at you roughly, moving you until you’re in his lap, legs spread wide, his breath fanning against your lips. One hand is in your hair, the other gliding under the hem of your dress, his touch turning you into a trembling mess.

“This is what you want?” he growls, the grip in your hair tightening. You don’t think that you’ve ever wanted anything as much as this.

“Please,” you whine again, and he presses forward, lips clashing against yours, the kiss all tongue and teeth and desperate need and you’re melting into him.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his hands all over you now, grabbing at your dress, your skin, any place he can reach.

Your mouth travels over his cheek and down to his neck, sucking kisses and bites into his skin. The stubble scratches against your face just like you thought it would and you start working on the buttons of his shirt with trembling fingers, rolling your hips, desperate for friction. His grip steadies you, pulling down the neckline of your dress, kissing along the lace of your bra before he pulls the cups down too. A groan rises up in his throat as he cups your tits, thumbs circling over your already hardened nipples before he leans forward and sucks one into his mouth.

“Fucking perfect,” he rasps, breath hot against your damp skin. You arch into his touch and he chuckles, sucking on the bud again before he bites down, eliciting a loud moan from you. His touch travels up your thighs, leaving a burning trail behind, until his fingertips rub over the soaked fabric of your panties and you gasp at the barely-there touch.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos, pressing down harder. “Already dripping for me, huh? You want it that bad?”

You nod eagerly, pushing down onto his fingers.

“Alright.” He sounds just as wrecked as you feel. He starts undoing his belt buckle and his pants and you lift up just enough to allow him to shove them down his hips.

At the first glance at his cock, your mouth falls open, a silent breath escaping you. He’s big, certainly the biggest you’ve ever had, and maybe you should think about how you’ll take all of him inside of you, but you find yourself craving him, craving the stinging stretch, craving the feeling of being as close as possible to him.

“Don’t worry.” He seems mildly amused, catching your lips in another kiss. “We’ll make it fit.”

Another shudder runs through your body at this. “I’m not worried,” you admit in a whisper.

He laughs at that, a breathless sound that you instantly want to hear again.

“Good.”

He pulls your underwear to the side and thrusts one thick finger up into your slick heat without warning. His thumb rubs around your clit and you already feel an orgasm creeping up on you. He adds a second finger, his rhythm relentless, and you cry out, grabbing his shoulders, trying to steady yourself, but it’s pointless. You’re already clenching, so close to the edge, when he pulls out of you and fixes you with a hard glare.

“Not yet. You’re only gonna come on my cock tonight, understood?”

You want to scream, want his fingers back, but you realize that you also want this authority, want him to take control, to take whatever he wants from you. It’s a heady feeling, one that you’ve never experienced before, but you’re already desperate for more.

“Okay,” you agree, and his responding smirk is enough for another wave of wetness to gather between your legs.

With one steadying hand securely on your hip, he leans over to the glovebox, mumbling about protection, but you stop him, fingers looping around his wrist.

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean, I promise. You don’t need–”

He leans back, the grip on your hip tightening again.

“Fuck sweetheart, are you sure?”

You nod quickly, another “please” falling from your lips.

The grin on his face is downright feral as he hikes your dress up higher, eyes raking over your body. You’re sure that you look a mess, all intimate parts of you on display, your skin damp with sweat, your hair a wild nest. You curl in on yourself a little, but David won’t have any of that.

“Hey,” he growls, fingers digging into your thighs. “If I’m gonna do this, you’re gonna look at me and beg for it, are we clear?”

You lift your head, wide eyes searching his. Desperate to do what he asks, desperate for his approval. He’s gorgeous in the low lights, his cheeks flushed, a thin sheen of sweat covering his face and chest.

“Please,” you whine. “Please David, I need you.”

His movements turn frantic at your words, moving you around until you’re positioned just above him, your panties pulled to the side, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance, already soaking him.

“Just one time?” he rasps once more.

“Just one time,” you agree. You’d agree to anything right now.

He pulls you down slowly, beginning to part your walls. You whine loudly at the stretch. It burns, but you relish in the feeling of getting filled by him, and his responding groan has your lips pulling up in a smile.

You keep sinking down, moving until he’s completely sheathed inside you and your eyes fall shut at the overwhelming sensation. His fingers are on your chin in an instant, giving your head a light shake.

“Nuh-uh, eyes right here, sweetheart,” he reminds you, gritting the words out. He twitches inside you and you force your eyelids to open again.

“Feels so good,” you whine, your voice reduced to a broken, breathless thing, but then he starts moving and you’re not able to form words any longer.

He rolls his hips up into you and you meet his thrusts with your own movements, clinging to his shoulders for dear life. His hands are everywhere, digging into your hips, pinching your nipples, gripping your chin whenever your eyes are starting to slip closed again.

So you keep your gaze obediently on him, your eyes locked, delighting in the way his face scrunches up in pleasure, in the sounds that are falling from his lips, matching your own.

“Good girl, taking me so fucking well,” he groans, his hand connecting with your ass in a light slap. An obscenely loud moan escapes you in response and you clench around him, more wetness covering his length and your thighs.

He stills and leans back to take in your heated face and blown pupils, an amused smirk forming on his face. “You liked that, huh?”

You nod, once again unable to meet his eye.

“Hey,” he demands, his fingers grabbing your face again. “Eyes on me, remember?”

Your gaze reluctantly trails up and his smirk grows.

“So…” he drawls, slowly picking up his thrusts again, “what exactly did you like, huh? When I called you a good girl… or when I did this?”

He smacks your ass again and you grind down onto him almost instinctively. You’re burning up in shame, but you obediently hold his gaze.

“B–both,” you whisper, in disbelief that you’re admitting this to him, but you feel too good to hold back now.

“Fuck,” he growls, his movements speeding up and his grip on your hips bordering on painful, “knew you were a dirty little thing.”

Another slap lands on your skin, harder than before, at the same time that he thrusts deep into you. The combined sensations are enough to throw you over the edge that you had been teetering on since he first touched you and you scream out his name as you fall apart.

He holds your shaking body close, cock grinding into you as you pulse around him and he groans, burying his face in your neck, spilling his own release deep inside of you.

“Fucking perfect,” he whispers, mouth pressing against your skin. “Can’t believe that you let me–”

You barely make out the words, ecstasy still coursing through your veins, but you lean into him, holding onto his broad shoulders, feeling like his body is the only real thing in your world right now.

You stay like this, entangled in each other’s embrace until your breaths even out and he carefully lifts your face, pressing one more kiss against your lips. It hits you suddenly, that this might be the last kiss that you share with him. Just one time, right?

He helps you to properly put your clothes back on, supporting your weight as you slink back into the passenger seat, before he pulls his pants back on and jogs up to his apartment to gather the paperwork for your father.

Your father. His friend. Fuck. Now that the lust-induced haze has lifted a bit and you’re able to think more clearly again, the weight of tonight’s events starts crashing down on you. He would kill you. He can’t know, no one can.

Dave returns within minutes, his brow furrowed as he takes you in. You think that he clocks the growing panic that is probably written all over your face. He reaches for your hand, slowly enough that you could retract it if you wanted to, but you long for his touch, for the reassurance of it.

“You alright?” he asks softly.

“Yeah.” You nod, trying to convince yourself as much as him.

He nods back, not prying, which you are grateful for, and starts the car, making his way over to your house. Your hand still clasped in his. Both your release and his pooling in your panties.

You only let go of him when he pulls into the driveway and kills the engine. You don’t think that your dad checks the footage from the security cameras regularly, but it’s a risk that you’re not willing to take.

“Thank you,” you mumble, once again unable to meet his eyes. “I– I had a great night.”

He smiles, appearing more relaxed than he’d been all evening.

“Me too, sweetheart. Good night.” You feel his eyes on you as you walk up to the door.

You shower, reluctantly washing away all traces of the evening and crawl into bed. You still feel his hands on your skin, the sensation following you into your dreams.

When the morning comes, hushed promises of just one time echo in your head, but the desire to do it again, for more, is burning through your body, consuming your thoughts.

“Hey Dad,” you ask, stepping into his office where he’s brooding over documents, “I think I left my jacket in Dave’s car, could you give me his number? Maybe I can go pick it up.”

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instead of you [part thirty-seven] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, alcohol, smut (18+ ; mdni)

word count: 3.1k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

additional smut warnings: public-ish sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), switch!minho

“So, what movie are we seeing?” you asked, exhaling deeply to try and physically release the stress you’d been holding. 

Minho pursed his lips, making you narrow your eyes in suspicion. “So the thing is, it’s not really a movie, movie.”

“Minho, what are we watching?”

He mumbled it. “A BTS concert from 2019.”

“You took me to see your own movie?”

“It’s what they were showing! I had nothing to do with it, like they’re in the middle of a marathon. Last week they showed one from 2018.”

“Seems awfully convenient,” you mused. 

“Trust me, I know. I thought I was losing my mind when I looked at their website earlier.  But I promise I had nothing to do with it. Apparently, they have a really big fanbase in Hawai’i. You really think I’m so tacky I’d take a date to my own gig?”

“No comment.”

“Listen, I wouldn’t have taken you to a K-pop thing if there was something else playing, but there’s only the one lot. The music is good, trust me.”

“If you say so.”

Minhno smirked. “I do say so. I think you’ll like it, actually.”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yeah, I hear there’s someone very good-looking performing.”

You hummed thoughtfully. “Oh yeah, they’re supposed to be really handsome, right?”

“Fuck you.”

“I’d rather fuck you,” you quipped. He raised an eyebrow suggestively, making you laugh.

“What are we doing here, then?”

“We’re on our date!”

“But we could leave.”

“I can’t believe you’re trying to get into my pants on the first date,” you scoffed. 

“I don’t have to try,” Minho pointed out. “I was already successful before our date. Many times, actually.”

“I was there, you don’t have to remind me.”

“Are you sure?”

You rolled your eyes through a grin. “Positive.”

“Alright, well let me know if you change your mind.”

“You’ll be the first to know,” you assured him, leaning over the center console to nudge his shoulder. 

You stayed there, shoulders resting against each other. He looked over and smiled at you before reaching for your hand and taking it in his. He lifted his other hand to check his watch. 

“The movie starts in about ten. I know they have a concession stand but if you want snacks you’ll probably have to be the one to get them. I can give you the money, obviously, I just can’t…”

“Leave the car,” you finished for him.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“I’ll go see what they have,” you decided. Minho handed you his wallet but you didn’t take it. “It’s on me. You bought the movie tickets.”

“You know I’m in this movie, right? You don’t have to worry about splitting the cost of everything.”

“I know, just, let me do this.”

Minho held his hands up in surrender and pocketed his wallet. “Fine, fine. Can you get me a beer?”

“Sure. Any kind in particular?”

“Whatever they have is fine. I’m not picky.”

You nodded and stepped out of the car, smoothing your dress out in case it had ridden up. You stood on your tip toes and craned your neck to try and find the concession stand above all of the cars. 

Luckily, there was a big neon sign that read CONCESSIONS with an arrow pointing to a kiosk that was presumably sitting underneath it. 

You wove inefficiently through the parking lot over to the sign, sighing when you spotted the long line. It was moving pretty fast so you didn’t have to wait very long and by the time you made it to the front, you still hadn’t decided what to get. 

The woman behind the counter looked bored and impatient so naturally, you panicked. 

“Hi, um can I please get a medium popcorn and two Nerds Ropes?”

“Anything to drink?”

Your eyes flicked to the menu overhead but all of the options seemed to blend together in an unintelligible jumble. “Uh, a water bottle and a peach High Noon, please. And what kind of beer do you guys have?”

She listed off a handful. You chose the first one you recognized and hoped it was one Minho wouldn’t mind too much. You waited as she ID’ed you and rang you up, dropping a couple of bills in the tip jar when she handed you your change. 

You had stupidly declined a tray so you had to very precariously carry everything back to the car in your arms. It was one of those establishments that took the caps off of bottled drinks and opened cans before you were allowed to leave the counter which meant you had to be extra careful with how you balanced things so that nothing would spill. 

“You good?” Minho asked, watching you struggle with everything. “I’d help, but that would kind of defeat the purpose of not going to get the stuff in the first place.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted. 

He didn’t look convinced but it wasn’t like he could do anything but watch so he didn’t comment further until you were seated again. 

“What’d you end up getting?”

“Well, popcorn.”

“It’s not a movie without it.”

“Exactly,” you agreed and handed him the bucket. “And I got us a water to share and some Nerds Ropes, I hope you like those.”

“Love em.”

“And then I got myself a High Noon and I got you a Heineken. I’m sorry, I blanked when she told me all of the types of beer they served and chose the first one I knew.”

“It’s okay! I told you I’m not picky. Heinekens are fine, babe, thank you.”

“Are you sure?”

Minho chuckled and took a sip from the bottle as if to prove to you that he liked them. “Yeah! Why wouldn’t they be? Do you have something against Heinekins?”

You made a face. “Bad memories.”

“Mm, I see. In that case, I won’t offer you any.”

“Thank you. Did you want to try some of my drink?”

“Sure, what’d you say it was?”

You passed it to him. “A High Noon. Have you never had one?”

“No, I don’t usually go for seltzers.” You watched him take a sip, laughing when he made a similar face to the one you had made just a few moments prior. “Oh god, the bubbles hurt.”

“How big of a sip did you take?!”

“A regular-sized sip! The carbonation is just a lot!”

“You’re so dramatic. Beer is also carbonated!”

“Not that carbonated!”

You rolled your eyes. “You just enjoy your drink and I’ll enjoy mine.”

“Gladly.”

Just then, the parking lot’s overhead lights dimmed. The projector flickered to life, casting the station to which to tune your car’s radio. Minho fidgeted with the dial until it was tuned to the right frequency. 

“Welcome to Aloha Drive-In’s adult-only feature film of the night! We have late-night showings for ages eighteen and up every weekday.”

“What makes it adults-only?” you asked aloud. “Is it actually a strip show or something?”

“They serve alcohol,” Minho explained. “Something with the licensing prevents them from offering it during regular showings.”

“Oh.”

“I can give one when we get back later, though.”

“Only if you sing the whole time.”

He grinned. “Name the song, I’ll do it.”

“Please stay in your car for the duration of the film unless you need the restroom or concessions. In case of emergency...”

You listened to the rest of the spiel in silence, snacking lightly on what you’d bought until the BigHit logo appeared on the screen. 

You had to admit that it was a pretty good concert, even though you didn’t have a lot of context as to what was going on. It seemed like there were a lot of inside jokes between the artists and the fans that you were missing because you weren’t a fan. 

Minho pointed himself out during each song, sometimes giving extra context to the performances, like how long rehearsals were for them or how they had to change the choreography because someone named J-hope didn’t like the way the formations looked. 

You realized this was the first time you were seeing Minho dance. And he was good. You knew he wasn’t the focal point of the concert but you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He made all of the movements look so easy, so natural. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him watching you, gauging your reactions. You could tell he was pleased by how entranced you were and even though you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of ogling over him, it was impossible not to. 

You were surprised by how many of the songs were... sexy. The subtitles didn’t translate the lyrics, only the dialogue, but from the dance moves, you got the feeling that they weren’t all PG. 

“I thought you said this wasn’t a striptease,” you muttered, watching the dancers’ hips roll in time with the music.

Minho laughed. “We’re not stripping,” he insisted.

“You might as well be.”

“Just keep watching.”

You did, keeping your attention on on-screen Minho. The camera cut to him for a brief second as he had a moment with one of the members and you almost gasped out loud as he wrapped a hand around the older man’s neck. You shifted in your seat, squeezing your thighs together as the Minho on the screen squeezed Namjoon’s (?) throat. Minho’s gaze fell to your lap when he caught the movement of your legs. 

“Are you cold?”

“Um, a little,” you lied. 

You were in fact, not cold at all. You were actually feeling a little warm. 

“Here,” Minho said, reaching behind him to grab something. It was a blanket, and he draped it over your legs. “Don’t worry, it’s not the same one from the beach.”

You nodded in appreciation, grateful that he had clarified that it was a clean blanket and not the one that had been laid down in the sand and had sex on top of from the night before. 

Minho kept a hand on your thigh even after he’d situated the blanket on your lap. 

“Warming you up,” he explained before you could ask.

You were a little suspicious of his true intentions but he wasn’t moving his hand and he had gone back to watching the movie so you let it go. 

The snacks you bought lasted you throughout the majority of the film. Once you’d finished them, you put the candy wrappers in the empty popcorn bowl and placed it on the floor of the car so that you could lean across the center console and rest your head on Minho’s shoulder. He met you halfway to make it less uncomfortable for you. It was a little awkward, trying to position yourselves in a way that felt natural.

Your suspicions about Minho’s hand were of course proved correct when you felt it begin to inch upward. Your thighs parted automatically for him before you could process what was happening. It was pathetic how responsive your body was to him. 

“I’ve been trying so hard not to stare at you all night,” he confessed. “Look so fucking pretty in this dress.”

“You should try harder,” you teased, reminding him of when you had to kick him under the table at dinner with his family.

“You’d be doing the same thing if you were in my shoes,” he insisted.

“No, because I have self-control.”

“Oh, really?” he asked, fingers ghosting over your panties.

You sucked in a breath, physically holding yourself back from arching into his touch. 

“This isn’t affecting you at all?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

“What about this?”

You knew he could feel how wet you were getting. It was pointless to lie. But even as he pulled your underwear to the side and teased you by putting the tip of his middle finger inside of you, you wouldn’t admit it. 

“This is doing nothing for you?” Minho prodded, curling his finger in a little deeper. 

You gasped and gripped the car door handle, nervously checking your surroundings to ensure you weren’t being watched. Minho had parked in the back of the lot so there was no one behind you. Everyone else seemed zoned in on the concert playing like they were supposed to be.  

“I asked you a question,” he reminded you. 

“Feeling nothing,” you lied. 

Minho tongued his cheek in annoyance even though it was clear you were just fucking with him. 

“You’re such a brat.”

“You already knew that.”

He sighed. “That’s true.”

You were both quiet for a couple of beats, letting the screams of the crowd fill the silence. Minho’s finger was still halfway inside of you under the blanket and your dress and you had to try very hard not to think about it. 

Then, beside you, Minho laughed. 

“What?” you mumbled absentmindedly, forcing yourself to keep staring at the screen. 

“Watching me dance is making you clench around my finger.”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you sunk down in your seat, which coincidentally pushed Minho’s finger deeper inside of you, making you whimper. 

“It’s not my fault!” you cried before he could say anything. “Obviously I’m going to be turned on by seeing you move like that!”

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” he assured you, voice full of amusement. “I’m glad I can make you feel that way. Quite flattered, actually.”

“You’re such a dick.” 

He leaned over to whisper in your ear even though you were sitting right next to each other and no one else could hear your conversation. “And I’ve heard I’ve got a pretty nice one too. What do you say we get out of here?”

-

You made it through most of the concert, you figured that might as well count as a whole date, right? It was the thought that counted. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care either way as Minho’s tongue traced the outline of your cunt. 

He was on his knees for you, holding you against the wall of his hotel room with your leg over his shoulder. You moaned softly and pulled at his hair, making him grunt into you. 

He paused for a second. You assumed it was to catch his breath but then he started talking. 

“I’m sorry we didn’t finish our date,” he murmured against your thigh, kissing it as further apology.

“No you’re not,” you laughed breathily. You knew there was nothing else he would rather be doing right now.

“I am,” he insisted, “I said I wanted to take you out on a real date, not just have sex, and I couldn’t even control myself for a few hours.”

“To be fair, we spent all day together,” you pointed out. 

“You know what I meant,” he sighed. 

“I know, and I believe you,” you said, ignoring Jisung’s words in the back of your mind. “It’s not like I didn’t want to do this too.” Minho pushed out his bottom lip, half pouting. “Do you want to stop?” you asked. 

“No, of course not,” he answered immediately. 

“Are you sure? We don’t have to keep going.”

Minho stood up and took your hand, pressing it against the bulge over his pants. “I don’t want to stop.”

You gulped. “Okay.”

He sank down to his knees again and lifted the skirt of your dress, motioning for you to hook your leg over his shoulder like you had earlier. You did, with a little noise of effort. You didn’t have the strength to stand on one foot for very long so you hoped Minho wouldn’t make you stay like that forever. 

“Good girl,” he praised, making your knees even weaker than they already were. “Fuck, you’re dripping. I’m sorry, baby.”

You didn’t realize he meant literally until you felt his tongue on the inside of your thigh. You shivered as he traveled higher and higher, collecting your arousal on his taste buds. He reached the apex of your thigh and moaned, sucking hard at the place just below your hip to punctuate the feat. 

“There we go. Wouldn’t want to make a mess on the hotel’s nice carpet, would we?” he asked breathlessly. 

You wanted to roll your eyes at his excuse. “You can just say you’re addicted to my pussy, it’s okay.”

“Fine. I’m addicted to your pussy.”

His head disappeared beneath your dress for the third time, and he was back at it like he had to prove what he’d admitted to, something you both already knew to be true. You trembled, hands flying to the back of his head to push him further into you, and he mumbled something that sounded encouraging but was unintelligible. 

You yelped as he pushed his tongue inside you, legs shaking. He lifted one of his hands and waved it in front of you, offering it for you to hold so that you could stabilize yourself... somewhat. 

You took it and squeezed hard, earning another eager sound from Minho. Having his hand helped a little, but not enough to get you to relax enough to where you felt like you could cum without falling over and breaking something. 

“I think-” you started, voice shaking, “I think I’m going to fall if you keep going.”

He resurfaced, looking a mix of disheveled and feral. 

“Wanna sit on my face?”

“I’d rather sit on something else,” you quipped, yanking him up by the collar of his shirt. 

He moved easily, despite him being much stronger than you. He simply wasn’t resisting. You pushed him onto the bed with one hand and climbed on top of him with a smirk. You hadn’t forgotten that he said he would be a good boy for you when you were at the movies earlier and you wondered just how far he was willing to actually take that. 

You had dommed plenty of lovers in the past but you hadn’t tested those waters with Minho yet, although it seemed that he was more than willing to adapt to this change of pace. He was already gazing at you longingly with those big brown eyes of his, allowing you to pin him to the bed. 

Your theory was all the more confirmed when he started talking. 

“I didn’t make you cum yet, though,” Minho whined, suppressing a moan as you grinded against him. 

“You’ll make me cum with your dick,” you assured him. 

“I wanted to with my mouth!”

“You always want to with your mouth.”

“Yeah, because you taste so good when you cum,” he panted. 

“If you want it that bad, you can eat me out after you fuck me.”

“But-”

“What happened to being a good boy?”

He went quiet at that and you were afraid you had misread the situation entirely until he let out a quiet, “sorry.”

“What was that?” you asked. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, a little louder this time. “I’ll be good for you.”

You smiled and began to unbutton his shirt.  “That’s what I like to hear.”

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[sturniozo]

In The Shadows II

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“But why do you have to leave the country?” My boyfriend, Luke asks. He’s been my boyfriend for two years. I haven’t told him about what I do, how could I?

“I told you, it’s a work thing.” I say as I continue to pack my suitcase.

“What does a planner at a stock company need to do in Switzerland?” Luke sits in the bed next to my suitcase.

“It’s not really something I can discuss.” I put the last few things in my suitcase.

“You’re not doing something illegal, are you?” Luke asks as he looks me in the eyes.

I take a breath. “No, of course not.” I say as I close my suitcase.

“You don’t tell me anything!” He groans and lays on the bed.

“You’re acting like a child.” I set the suitcase down on the floor.

“Why Switzerland? Why so far? How long will you be gone?”

“It’s for an important client, and it might be a while.”

“Give me your best guess.”

“Three months?” I shrug. That’s the average amount of time it takes for something like this.

“What kind of stock has clients that need you to go across the world for them for three months?” Luke asks, starting to raise his voice.

“It’s not something I can discuss, Luke.” I sit down next to him on the bed.

“What about me? How am I gonna live?”

“It’s not like my bank account goes with me. You can still use your card to my account.” Luke has no job. He got fired from his job at a computer store for playing video games on the new ministers instead of doing his job. It’s been 16 months since he was fired. It’s the main reason he moved in with me, since he lost his apartment. Now I solely take care of everything while he plays video games all day.

Not that I mind, I make more than enough for the both of us. Although, he doesn’t exactly know that. He thinks I make a regular salary, because that’s what I put into the bank account I created just to get him off my back about having a card for my bank account. Every two weeks I add a regular amount to the account to make him think I got paid.

At first I thought it was a mistake. Every time I “got paid” he’d spend all the money on something stupid. It didn’t actually matter, but I had to make him think it did or else he’d get suspicious about what I really do for a living.

“Yeah but isn’t there inflation difference between America and Switzerland? What if you spend all the money on a coffee or something and I’m left broke?” Luke asks.

I sigh. “It’s all paid for by the client, you don’t have to worry about that.”

~

A private jet. I stare at the plane as the worker load suitcases and boxes of items onto the plane. I don’t even know what’s in the boxes, just things my father decided I needed for my cover.

I look through the folder my father gave me, exposing my contract and my cover. I’m to pose as a newlywed woman with my husband, Matt. I roll my eyes just at the thought.

My dad bought a house in Switzerland under our fake identities, so the things in the boxes must be what we’re moving into the house. Our cover is art. We need to go to Finley Wilson for art to decorate our new home with. We need to befriend him, and find who he’s closest to, who he loves the most, and report back to dad.

I put the folder back into my purse and board the plane. Matt’s already there, drinking the scotch, I didn’t expect any different. I set my purse down in a seat and sit down.

“How was the drive?” Matt asks while pouring another glass of scotch. He hands it to me and I only set it to the side, ignoring it completely.

“We’re only fake married, I’d prefer it if we didn’t talk outside of what we have to keep our cover, thank you.” I pull out the folder to read up on Finley Wilson.

“The best assassins keep up their cover even in private.” Matt says before taking a drink of his scotch.

“We haven’t even officially started our cover, so I don’t need to speak to you at all. As far as I’m concerned, until we leave American soil, we’re still just y/n l/n and Matthew Sturniolo.”

Matt stays silent for a moment. He shifts in his seat and looks over at me. “You’re very interested in the case file.” He says, breaking the silence.

“The best assassins study up on their cover and their hit before going in.” I say without looking up from the file.

Matt rolls his eyes. “It’s a long flight, we should go over the specifics of our relationship.”

“We’re a newlywed couple, just bought a house in Switzerland and we were looking to decorate it with art when we heard about Mr. Wilson’s collection.”

“Yeah, but how did we meet? What made you fall for me?” Matt smirks and leans back in his seat.

“What’s not to fall for? The lack of empathy or the inevitable betrayal?” I glare at him for a moment before looking back at the file.

“Is this about Montana? Y/n, that was five years ago!”

“Oh, was it? And what’s your excuse for never calling? For never explaining? Maybe it was because you knew there was nothing to explain. You’re just an ass who only cares about himself.” I snap at him.

Matt closes his mouth and leans back in his seat. He twirls the scotch around in his glass before looking at mine, still full from when he poured it. “Still not a drinker, huh?” He asks with a light laugh.

“Nope.” I say sternly, still reading over the case file.

The sound of the intercom goes off and the pilot says “This is your pilot, captain Jones, telling you to prepare for take off in five minutes.”

Matt smiles at me. “Well, Mrs. Sturniolo.” He moves to the seat next to mine. “Let’s see our new home, shall we?”

“We haven’t left American soil yet, Matt.” I set down the file. “Besides, I have a boyfriend.”

“Oh you do? I thought you were scared of commitment. Who’s the lucky guy?” Matt asks with a laugh.

“You’ve met him, actually.”

“I have?” Matt looks at me confused before it dawns on him. “Oh, god. Don’t tell me it’s Luke Pelton.”

“What’s wrong with Luke?” I ask.

“He’s a fucking moocher. He got fired from what, two jobs before the computer store job he had when I knew him. Does he even still have that job?”

“Well, no-“

“Jesus, how many jobs has he had since then?” Matt laughs.

“None, he lives with me and I got everything.” I shrug.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously, and what’s wrong with that? For years women did the housework while men were the breadwinners, I don’t see anything wrong with the roles being reversed.”

“Does he do the housework, though? Because that would be a surprise!” Matt laughs again.

I roll my eyes and look out the window, clenching my jaw to keep quiet. He’s right, Luke doesn’t do the housework. He doesn’t do anything. But I don’t mind it.

“What does he think you do anyway?” Matt asks while taking a drink of his scotch.

“He thinks I’m a planner is stocks.” I shrug.

“And he’s dumb enough to believe that? Where did you say you were going?”

“Switzerland.”

Matt’s jaw drops. “You told him the truth?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? I didn’t tell him what I was really doing.”

“And if someone wanted information out of him?”

I laugh. “It’s fine.”

“I suppose you’re right. Anyone who does any research on that man will figure out that he’s got a pea brain.”

I throw the scotch glass Matt had given me at him and it breaks against the wall. “Hey!” Matt yells. “That’s $8k scotch!”

“Don’t fucking talk about Luke like that.” I spit at Matt.

He raises his hands in surrender and sits back in his seat. The plane starts moving and Matt just smirks at me. “Now, now you’re Mrs. Sturniolo.”

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[themandaloriansdiaries]

Birthday Girl

This is dedicated to my bestie for the restie @libraryofloveletters , I won’t get too much into it, you already know how much you mean to me, you’re literally my soul sister, my diary. I love you so so much bookie. Happy mf-ing birthday!!! 🫶🏽

Warnings: none, Jack and his Gucci slide are mentioned like once. It’s mostly just mister dinky winky being super sweet - hopefully you don’t get the ick from him being so loving. Big man Virg is standing on business 🧍🏽‍♂️

A/N: I know I’m posting this a day late but you know I be struggling lmao. Love you bookie.

Word Count: 1583

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You rolled over, expecting to be met with Virgil’s warm body but his side was cold. Furrowing your brows, you peeked through one eye - his side of the bed was empty but there was a note on the pillow.

You grabbed the note, squinting as you tried to read it.

Hi baby, I ran out to go get some pastries from your favorite bakery. I should be back soon, stay in bed as long as you want. Love youuu.

You smiled to yourself. Leaning over, you grabbed your phone before falling back into your pillow. You spent some time scrolling through your feed before finally getting out of bed.

By the time you had finished getting ready, Virgil was back with breakfast.

“Hi big man.” You smiled as you walked down the stairs.

“There’s the birthday girl,” he smiled, walking over and kissing your head, “happy birthday, baby.”

“Thank you, did you get my muffin?” You asked as you sat down on the chair. “Of course, I didn't want you to beat me up.” Virg chuckled before rummaging through the box of baked goods and grabbing the chocolate chip muffin for you.

“So, since it’s your birthday, I figured I’d take you out on a shopping spree and let you spend all my money.”

You looked over at him mid bite “oh?” You laugh. “So, you do love meee.” You continued to giggle, the sound coming out muffled because of the muffin you had just bitten into.

He laughed, leaning back against his chair with his arms crossed, “yeah, I guess you could say that.”

You nudged him with your foot playfully, humming happily as you continued to eat your muffin, “this is so good.” You licked your lips.

“I had them freshly made for you.” Virgil grinned.

“Ah, you’re the best.”

—

“Should I get matching Gucci slides with Jack?” You looked over at Virgil as you both walked inside the store, you couldn’t help but laugh watching him struggle to carry all of your bags - yeah he was a giant but he was definitely struggling.

“Another bag to add to the hundred you already have me carrying?” His brow raised, it looked like he thought about it for a second, “I say go for it, I mean it is your birthday after all, baby.”

“Okay, but let me pick a pair that’s actually cute.” You joked as you continued to browse through the shoe section, you finally found a couple pairs you liked. “Which one?” you held up both pairs to show him. “Why not get both?” he suggests, “you’re not being very helpful.”

After a while of contemplating on which pair you should get, Virg finally convinced you to just get both. You said no but before you could protest any further, Virgil took both pairs up to the register.

You both continued to walk around the mall, browsing through the stores, well it was more so Virg following you around like a lost puppy, with multiple bags hanging off of his arms - but it was cute.

—

“Our dinner reservation is at 7, so you have plenty of time to get ready.” Virgil murmurs, placing a kiss to your neck, wrapping his arms around you. “You’re so pretty.” You could feel him smiling against your skin.

“I know what you’re doing,” you turned around, resting your hands on his chest, “and it’s not happening.”

“And why is that?”

“Because we need to get ready, or at least I do.” You smiled, leaning up to kiss him.

“Hm, that’s true. You take forever.”

“I do not.”

“You do.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, trying your hardest to bite back the smile that wanted to spread across your face. “You’re annoying.” You teased, before walking into the bathroom.

“You love me.” He shot back, following you into the bathroom.

Of course Virgil finished before you in the shower, which gave him enough time to lay out the pretty black dress on the bed, along with those stunning heels to go with it.

You had been eyeing them while you both were at the mall, but you didn’t get them. Virgil on the other hand, took notice of your interest in these shoes, so while you were off buying something in another store he went in and got them for you.

By the time you had finished in the shower, Virgil was already dressed, waiting for you.

“What’s this?” You asked, walking over to the bed where the dress was. You hadn’t noticed the heels until you got closer. “Virgil, you did not!” You gasped, staring down at the shoes, “how’d you know?” You faced him, heels in hand.

“I noticed you eyeing them as we passed by the store, so I went ahead and got them for you.”

Virgil jumped at any opportunity to make you feel special, whether it be with words or gifts. He loved spoiling you, even though you insisted that he didn’t need to, he would because he wanted to.

“You’re too good to me.”

He was closer now, standing right in front of you. “You deserve it, plus I know you’ll look amazing in both the dress and heels.”

You slipped into the dress with Virgil’s assistance to zip it up, you gave yourself one last look in the mirror smiling to yourself, it hugged your body in all the right places. Once you finished getting ready, you met Virgil downstairs and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“What?” you smiled, suddenly feeling shy.

“You look incredible, babe.” his hands rested on your hips, as he looked at you, leaning down to give you a quick peck on the lips.

—

“So where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see,” His hand rested on your thigh, caressing the exposed flesh. “We'll be there soon.”

Not long after, Virgil pulled into the parking lot.

“We’re here.” He smiled, getting out of the car and walking over to help you get out as well. “Surprise.”

You knew the name of the restaurant seemed familiar, it was the new place that had just opened up downtown. You’ve been trying to get reservations but they’ve been booked for months, - so it really was a surprise for you.

It warmed your heart, knowing that he paid attention even to the little things.

You both finally made it to the table, taking your seats across from each other. The restaurant was beautiful inside.

The rest of the night went perfectly. You really enjoyed yourself, and you could tell that Virgil did as well. He cherished moments like this, being able to spend time with you, especially on such a special occasion.

—

“Virgil, I don’t trust you.” You laugh, holding your arms out to try and grab onto whatever was in front of you.

His giant hand covered your eyes as you walked inside the house, while the other rested on your hip to help guide you. He said he had one more surprise for you.

“If I fall, I’m beating you up, I swear.” You whisper loud enough for him to hear you. You knew he did because of the snickering that could be heard coming from behind you.

“Not if I run away.”

The bickering between the two of you continued until you stopped, finally reaching your destination. “Okay, don’t open your eyes just yet.”

You felt him move his hands away so you quickly shut them, reaching forward you could feel the counter top. You were in the kitchen. Some rustling could be heard from in front of you, along with the flickering sound coming from a lighter.

“Are you lighting something?” a hint of confusion laced with your voice. “Hm, you can open your eyes now.”

You uncovered your eyes - in front of you laid a dozen beautiful red roses and a cake with the candles lit, the same exact cake you had been talking about for months.

“Make a wish.”

You leaned down, closing your eyes as you made your wish, although there wasn't really anything you wanted that you didn't already have. You took a couple seconds before blowing out the candles, the sound of Virgil whistling filled your ears as you blew them out.

Virgil grabbed two plates while you cut into the cake, of course following your family’s traditions with feeding you the cake. “How is it?” he smiled, wiping the frosting from the corner of your mouth. “It's delicious.” you offered him a bite, but you weren't going to feed him some without smearing frosting on his face. “The cake is good but you’re so foul for this babe.” he looked at you, frosting covering his chin and nose.

“Awe, you look so cute.” you tease, reaching over with a napkin to wipe his face, but he just stood there, grinning like a kid.

You continued to eat your cake, swaying around until you felt him behind you. His strong arms wrapping around your waist. You instantly melt into him, leaning your head back against his chest.

“Thank you for today, it was perfect.” you look up, patting his cheek. “Anything for my girl.” he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.”

“Mm, I love you.”

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[mikoishere]

Poly Hualian with an oblivious s/o?

firstly you’d confuse xie lian at first with how the way you acted when they first tried to express their love for you because the way he remembers

it the moment him and San lang were gifting you an expensive silver butterfly Clip for you’re hair you reacted with “That’s nice, who are you gifting

it to?” He was dead stunned although hua cheng was not surprised by this because of him knowing how oblivious you become when it comes to love

However as time goes by xie lian gets used to the oblivious behavior and is unbothered by it! They both keep gifting you expensive things like rare silks, Jewels, they even gifted you multiple Braces that was smothered in Big Expensive stunning jewels! No surprise you reacted with “??”

Hc’s!

-HC and XL will often visit you and spend all of their time with you! They love you a lot you just don’t realize it yet, don’t worry they have undying patience for you and will wait eternity for you in any life.

-Once you even got angry at them for giving you expensive gifts EVERYTIME(Well I mean everyday) They visited, you were gifted a necklace covered with jewels in public and eyes rolled over the scene of where that expensive jewelry was, people started whispering even

-after that time of “embarrassment” you hadn’t talk to them for a week! You even shut them out!? How could you do that?!

-XL was getting worried even cried once or thrice! Because they haven’t seen you for so “long”! HC seemed fine but deep inside he was aching like XL getting impatient not seeing you for a week!

-once you showed up to their door they were delighted! XL hugged you in a bone crushing embrace as HC joined shortly after, you hugged them back but told them you need to talk to them about the gift smothering thing.

-they agreed and invited you inside, You told them you wanted no more expensive gifts from them and they reacted with “what?! Why! You need to be treated like royalty” you explained to them how they don’t need to spend so much money on you every now and then

-both of them were shocked! You need to be smothered in expensive items so why decline them!?

-anyways you explained everything to them and made them promise to lessen gifting you gifts they agreed

-but the next day holy mother of Cheetos there they were again this time with a gorgeus Diamond ring! You groaned once more

“Xie lian, Hua cheng what have I told you the other day?” You said “no more gifts” you said with a frown worrying they might’ve been spending so much money on you “But [Name] hear us out! We want to talk to u about something!” Xie lian said as you raised an eyebrow “fine, what is it?” Hua cheng took a sigh and spoke “[Name are you that oblivious towards our love for you?” You we’re shocked as those words left Hua cheng’s mouth “love for me? What are you guys talking about?” You asked “[Name]! You’re oblivious with our affection we’ve shown for you!” Xie Lian spoke once more

-wait hold on! What now? Those were you’re thoughts at that very moment. What. How could Them THE CROWN PRINCE XL and GHOST KING HC be inlove with you and is now confessing!?

-you almost fainted you knew you liked them but didn’t expect them to return the feelings and be the one to confess I mean of course how could you know.

-of course you accepted their confession and decided to continue things slowly but you of course told them to stop giving u gifts to which they did NOT agree but agreed to try to stop buying too much expensive things for you.

-and so on so forth you 3 dated each other then on, XL and HC was sweet While XL Cooked “yummy” food for you and HC, HC provided the needs you were like 3 peas in a pod together.

-they both love you so don’t forget it kay?

Note from author: might make HC’s when dating them together and separately, but who knows?

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[pretty-blkgirl]

Lixie Day

//gn!reader x Felix//

Synopsis: You surprise Felix for his birthday

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: It’s our Lixie’s birthday (in Korea at least lol). I actually like this a little, it’s super sweet. I love writing cute stories for him lmao

~~~~|~~~~

It was around 2 AM when you crept back into the apartment you shared with Felix. He just came back home after the first leg of the group’s tour, while you had just gotten back from a business trip.

You told him you weren’t going to be back in time for his birthday, which made him incredibly sad. He missed you so much, but because of your jobs, you two rarely saw one another.

He expected you back at least a week from now since that’s when you told him you’d be back.

What he didn’t know was you were given the opportunity to come back home a lot earlier than planned.

You were going to tell him as soon as you got the news, but you wanted to surprise him, so you took the first flight you could back home.

Even though you were beyond tired, you were grateful for the fact that you were arriving on his birthday- super early at that. You two would have the entire day together.

When you landed, you got a ride and basically had them speed all the way to your apartment.

Han’s birthday was the previous day, and the guys had a tradition where they’d celebrate Han’s birthday all the way until midnight, and then they’d sing Happy Birthday to Lix.

You texted Chan when you landed so he’d keep Felix out a little longer.

So when you walked into the apartment, you swiftly showered, put on some pajamas, and then grabbed the gift you had gotten him from your suitcase.

It was a diamond bracelet. You know he hates it when you spend money on him, but you remember him talking about it, so you immediately bought it.

It was truly gorgeous, and you felt jewelry so pretty needed to be worn by someone just as pretty.

After a few minutes of waiting, Felix came home around 2:45. You were sitting on the bed, listening nervously as he said his goodbyes to Chan and closed the door.

You listened to his footsteps before they suddenly stopped.

“Y/N?” He yelled, making you panic a little. You started to wonder how he realized you were home, but before you could guess why, he ran into the room.

Tears immediately started to pool in your eyes when you saw him. He looked so good despite only wearing a green hoodie with black sweatpants. His hair was tied back into a bun, and his freckles were on full display.

“Hi baby,” You smile. He’s still looking at you, a fond smile on his face.

“You’re here? Am I dreaming?” He asks, making you laugh

“I’m here! Surprise!”

You were about to start singing Happy Birthday until he tackled you on the bed. You began to giggle wildly as he lay on top of you.

“Baby! You’re heavy”

He ignored you, starting to kiss all over your face

You let him kiss you for a while before trying to push him off you so you could sit up, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Lix, can we get up?”

“No. Can’t we just lay here?”

You sigh lovingly, “We can, but I wanna give you your gift.”

He lays his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling slightly. You two lay in silence before he gets off you and helps you to sit up.

You take another good look at his face and catch a few tears leaving his eyes.

“Lixie, don’t cry! If you cry, then I’ll cry.”

He pouts and looks away. He desperately tried to hold in his cries, but it didn’t work for long. He missed you so much. He dreamt about you daily. He thought about you 24/7. He was so upset when you said you wouldn’t see him for another week, but for you to surprise him like this- he was beyond ecstatic.

“Sorry, it’s just….you just make me happy.”

You knew you would start crying if you looked at him for too long, so you grabbed his gift and gave it to him.

“You make me happier. I hope you like this.”

Before he opened it, you wiped his tears away. He rolled his eyes playfully but kissed your cheek in appreciation.

“Open it, Lixie”

He did as told. His eyes immediately widened when he saw what was inside.

“Y/n…” He says, making your stomach drop a little. Did he not like it? He didn’t look happy…but he was not sad. Just shocked. Maybe it was a good type of shock. Or not?

Your mind continued to race until he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I love it,” He says, making you relax.

You two stayed in the hug for a long while, mainly because you missed one another. You let go eventually, taking the bracelet out and helping him put it on.

“I remember you talking about how much you liked it. So I got it for you.”

He admires the jewelry, “Thank you, baby. But it’s so expensive.”

“Doesn’t matter. I got it because I wanted to make you happy. I love you.”

He takes his eyes off the bracelet and looks at you, eyes full of nothing but pure love, “I love you more.”

He leans in, giving you a long, sweet kiss.

When you pull away, you say, “Happy birthday Lix.”

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[mirisss]

Fated To Feel

Part 2 of Fated No More

Enhypen OT7 x afab! reader

Wordcount ≈ 4k. 

Warnings: talk of depression, angst, manipulation, cheating, slight sexual innuendo, sleep deprivation, panic attack, I think that’s it, let me know if I’ve missed anything. 

Summary: After (Y/n) moved away her soulmate marks began fading while Enhypen was being punished for their actions by experiencing constant itchiness from their marks. Will (Y/n) find someone else? Will Enhypen realize their mistake? Can they be reunited? And most importantly, can (Y/n) forgive Enhypen for everything they said and did? 

Because of popular demand, here is part 2 of Fated No More. Thank you for all the support on part 1, I hope you will like this one too. Fated No More is one of my personal favorites so I’m very happy to see so much positive response to the story. 

I jump around a bit in the timeline so it might be a little confusing but I hope it makes sense. 

There will be a third part as well, but I felt like this was getting quite long so I decided to split it up. So this turned into a mini-series, hope you like it!  

Perhaps fate was punishing them for the way they acted toward (Y/n), the truth might never be known, but the thing that is certain is that they are fated no more.

Third Person POV

As Enhypen left (Y/n) in the HYBE building they didn’t care about the possible consequences that would follow as they all were too in love with (name). As they arrived home, they told (name) of what had happened and that (Y/n) said she would leave them alone from now on. (name) was very satisfied with this, she knew Enhypen wouldn’t leave her now that they had rejected their true soulmate. (name) had found her true soulmate not too long after Jake mistook her for their soulmate, at first she was going to leave them but then she realized that if she stayed with Enhypen she could get money from them and she wouldn’t have to work. And with their packed schedule, she could spend plenty of time with her true soulmate while the boys were working. Her true soulmate agreed to the plan as they figured some extra easy money wouldn’t hurt. (name) always feared that the boys would leave her if they found their true soulmate but now she had proof that they wouldn’t, that they couldn’t. All she had to do now was make sure they didn’t find out about her true soulmate whom she said she had rejected for them.

It was a shortlived victory though, as only a month after rejecting (Y/n), Sunghoon had left their practice earlier than planned due to feeling a bit unwell, and as he came home, he was expecting to find (name) in front of the TV watching the drama she was currently obsessed with, only to find her in bed with another man. (name) was freaking out and didn’t know how to handle the situation, screaming at her soulmate to get out. Sunghoon quickly called the others telling them they needed to come home ASAP. (name) told them parts of the truth, leaving out the bits of her only really being with them for the money. All of the boys told her to pack her things and leave. They couldn’t believe that she would hurt them like that. Soon Enhypen found themselves thinking over everything that happened and they began mourning the loss of (Y/n). Their true soulmate.

“We really hurt her, what we did was worse than what (name) did to us,” Jay said as they all sat on the floor with tears running down their cheeks. The more they thought of (Y/n) the more their soulmate marks itched and burned. “We were idiots, it was obvious (name) was only using us. She never struggled being away from us even when we had to go overseas without her. Even if she wasn’t our soulmate she should have hurt a little if she truly loved us,” Jungwon said before he tried wiping away his tears. “Do you think we can get (Y/n) back?” “I don’t know Riki, She left HYBE and we don’t have any way of contacting her,” Sunoo answered. “Not to even mention the low possibility of her forgiving us for everything we said and did,” Heesung added. “Please Fate, give us a second chance, so we can at least apologize to (Y/n),” Jake said, soon after the seven boys got up from the floor and began cleaning their entire apartment. Throwing away anything that reminded them of (name), once they were done they realized that half the things they owned reminded them of her so they disregarded it all. They made a promise to themselves and to fate that if they got the chance to see (Y/n) again, they would apologize and do everything they could to make it up to her, even if that meant spending the rest of their lives saying sorry. 

* Time skip * 

(Y/n)’s POV

It’s been two years since I left South Korea and left my soulmates behind. Every once in a while I stand in front of my mirror searching for the marks, hoping to find a new one, praying that fate had blessed me with a second chance soulmate. When I do this I only ever feel a stabbing pain in my heart, reminding me of everything Enhypen said to me. Their words tainted my world into a darkness I can’t even describe. I began believing that they had done the right thing, that I wasn’t worthy of being loved. Moa however reminded me constantly that I was worthy of love and that it was the boys who weren’t because of what they had done. I often wondered if everything would have been different had I met them first. Was that the only reason they chose her, (name), over me? Would they have loved me if she had never met them? Or were they just incapable of loving me?

“(Y/n)? Hello? Earth to (Y/n)?” “Huh? Oh, sorry, Moa, what’s up?” “You’re thinking of them again, aren’t you?” I let out a sigh before covering my face with one of my hands. “Yeah, I try not to but every once in a while, my mind wanders back to them,” “I get it, or, I don’t, but I know that I think of my soulmate so many times each day it’s normal to do so, even more so for you because of what happened,” “I know, I just keep wondering over what would have happened had I met them before (name),” “Things would probably be very different but we will never know because this is the reality we live in, I know it hurts, but maybe you can find someone who has lost their soulmate and find love with that person,” “Yeah, maybe, I don’t know, let’s talk about something else, I’m already depressed don’t need to make it worse,” “Mm, right, that’s why I originally came in here, we’ve been invited to Jaehyun’s wedding!” “No way, Jaehyun’s getting married?” “Yeah, can you believe that he’s getting married before me? He used to be such a douchebag, and now he’s like everyone’s dream guy,” “I guess he grew up, maybe pouring that smoothie over his head when he insulted you helped him realize that he should change,” “Ooh, I remember when you did that, he was so angry with you first but then he was following you like a lost puppy, being all ‘(Y/n), my sweetie,’ he totally fell in love with you,” “I guess he did. When’s the wedding? And where?” “It’s in six months, and it’s in Seoul. Do you feel okay with going? If not, we’ll just send him a really good gift,” “No, let’s go. I miss Seoul, we have so many friends there and I don’t want to let Enhypen keep me away from them,” “You go girl! YES! I’ll respond right away that we’re coming! Jae’s going to be so happy!” “Are you bringing Kyle too?” “Of course, I’m bringing Kyle, I have to show him off haha,” “Okay, if you respond to the invite I’ll look up a good hotel we can stay in and book two rooms, one for me and one for you and your lovely soulmate,” “Cheer up, (Y/n)! Who knows? Maybe you’ll find someone at the wedding!” “Yeah, maybe,” I gave Moa a small smile, the slight burn in my heart spiking up at the thought of love.

Sometimes living with Moa and her soulmate Kyle was difficult as I knew I could never have what they have. I remember the fight Moa had with Kyle when they first met and he didn’t understand why I had to live with Moa, thus meaning, he now had to live with me. Moa said that either he accepts it or he can walk away because I mean so much more to her than he ever could. I told Moa that she didn’t have to do that and that I would be fine moving to an apartment close by, but Moa didn’t want that, worried I would fall deeper into my depression if she wasn’t by my side. Now months later, Kyle and I are good friends and he understands the situation after hearing what happened to me. Seeing the way they act around each other and hearing them talk of one another, hurts because I wish I could experience that, but I know I never can, not truly, even if I would find someone some time. Of course, I’m so happy Moa found her soulmate and that he treats her well, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit jealous. I took a deep breath and went to my computer to find a good hotel, you can never book those things too early. Especially knowing Jaehyun, the dude knows everyone and their grandma so the hotels are about to be overbooked. I was really looking forward to seeing Jaehyun again, after the smoothie incident we became really good friends (even if he had feelings for me) and we stayed friends through everything. I never told him who my soulmates were, all I said was that it didn’t work out and fate or destiny made a mistake. He was sad to see Moa and I move away but we kept in contact and he was very supportive of our choice. I decided to send him a text even if Moa answered the invites, I wanted to assure him that I would come and it wasn’t Moa giving him false hope. *Hey Jae, it’s been a while. Congratulations on the engagement! Of course, I am coming, how could I not? I just might have to throw another smoothie at you if you don’t behave. Looking forward to seeing you,* In his response he let me know how happy he was that I would come and so was his soulmate. I took another deep breath, let’s go back to Seoul where my whole world collapsed 2 years ago. 

Third Person POV (same time as (Y/n) received the wedding invite)

After coming home from a concert, the Enhypen boys were met with seven cute envelopes in their mailbox. They opened them to find invites to their good friend Jaehyun’s wedding. “Wah! Jaehyun is getting married! That’s crazy!” “We have to go! It’s in six months so if we tell our manager tomorrow we can make sure our schedule stays free for that day,” “It’s going to be so much fun!” The seven boys were ecstatic and couldn’t wait as they hadn’t seen their friend in a while. No one said it, but they all thought the same thing: This could have been us and (Y/n) if only we hadn’t messed up. They still lived with the constant itchiness of their soulmate marks and every once in a while, their marks would burn, a reminder of their actions. Sometimes they wondered if (Y/n) also lived with this discomfort or if it truly was a punishment that only affected them. They hoped (Y/n) didn’t have to go through it as they felt they had hurt her enough as it was. 

* 6 months later, the day before the wedding *

(Y/n)’s POV

Moa, Kyle, and I had been flying for a couple of hours but we finally arrived in South Korea. My back felt quite sore from the flight and I was very tired so I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel and just lay down in bed and sleep. “WAHH! We’re finally back!” Moa was loud and cheery as ever, I swear, the girl can’t be sad. “Come on, let’s get a taxi to the hotel. I’m dying to get some sleep,” Moa just smiled and nodded, Kyle offered to carry my bag for me saying ‘You look like you’re gonna lay down on the floor and sleep here if we don’t get going,’ I mean I definitely look like a zombie, the last few days have been nerve-wrecking as I was a bit anxious of going back here so I haven’t gotten that much sleep. Finally, we arrived at the hotel, not a second too early. We checked in and got our separate rooms, a smaller one for me and a larger one for the couple. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, good night,” “Night night, (Y/n)! Don’t forget, breakfast at 8 tomorrow, we have to leave at 2 pm to get to the ceremony in time,” “I won’t, night night,” I went inside, changed into my pajamas, and then laid down in the bed, I remember setting an alarm on my phone but after that, I was out like a light. 

Third Person POV

The Enhypen members didn’t have to stay at a hotel as the wedding was held close enough for them to just head to their apartment once the wedding and party were over. The morning of the wedding, they all woke up and began preparing everything they needed. They were meeting up with Jaehyun a little earlier than most guests as Jaehyun had asked them to sing a song or two so they were heading over for a soundcheck and to check when they were supposed to sing. “Jaehyun! My man! Congratulations!” “Heesung! Guys! Nice to see you, it’s been too long since last,” The friends caught up a little for a while but at the same time helped Jaehyun around the venue. Jaehyun was a bit nervous but Enhypen assured him that Yujin wouldn’t get cold feet. “Thank you guys for doing this! Yujin is such a fan, she’s going to freak out seeing you here and then you sing a song I wrote for her,” “No worries man, the song you wrote is so good. It’s an honor being allowed to sing it,” And so they continued with the preparations before Enhypen headed into a room where they could change clothes and get ready before the rest of the guests arrived. 

(Y/n)’s POV

I woke up in time, changed into some comfortable clothes, and went outside my room to meet up with Moa and Kyle, once we located one another we went down to eat breakfast. Once we had finished eating we went back to our separate rooms to shower and get ready for the wedding, Kyle called and booked a taxi for us that would arrive at 1.45 pm. The dress I had chosen was a beautiful (insert color of choice) long sleeve, it was the type of dress I had dreamt of wearing to a homecoming or something like this as a child. I almost dared say I felt like a Dinsey princess in it. I fixed my hair and did some makeup. I hadn’t shown Moa my dress because I wanted it to be a surprise, I knew she would be proud of me for slowly going back to the me I was before the rejection. We decided to meet down by the taxi so when the time came I went down to the entrance and saw that Moa and Kyle had made it out before me. When Moa turned to the doors of the hotel and saw me, her jaw dropped before she quite literally shook with how happy she was and how much she was squealing. “(Y/n)! OMG, YOU LOOK SO GOOD I THINK I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!” “Thanks, Moa, you look really beautiful, That pink looks so good on you, oh, and on you too Kyle,” “Thank you, you look really good (Y/n), mostly because you’re finally smiling,” I hadn’t realized how much I was genuinely smiling until Kyle pointed it out to me. “Thanks,” And then we got in the taxi, heading over to the wedding venue. 

About an hour later we arrived at the wedding which was beautifully decorated even on the outside. This definitely fits the theme of the invite. Because of the long sleeves on my dress, I didn’t notice my soulmate marks slightly becoming more visible once again, alerting me of my soulmates’ presences. We walked inside and were greeted by flowers and a large room packed with people. I couldn’t even guess how many people were attending but from how packed the room was I guess closer to 300 or perhaps even more. I wasn’t kidding when I said that Jaehyun knows everyone and their grandma. While we had a little look around we ended up running into Jaehyun who enveloped all three of us in a hug expressing his happiness over us attending, The meeting was short-lived though as he had to rush to look at the final details. After a couple of minutes, we found three seats beside each other on the groom’s side of the venue and sat down, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

All too soon the beautiful ceremony itself was over and it was time to begin the festive part of it with dinner and dancing all through the night. As the first dance was to begin, Jaehyun took a microphone and turned toward his bride, explaining that he had prepared a very special surprise just for her. He had written a song for her and some good friends of his would sing it while Jaehyun and Yujin shared their first dance. Everyone cheered as the lights were turned off, some footsteps and some clothes ruffling was all that was heard before the lights turned on. In the spotlight in the middle of the dance floor were Jaehyun and Yujin, they looked so beautiful. A slow but powerful ballad began playing as the couple began dancing, the voices singing were very beautiful, and they seemed almost familiar. The couple dancing was so beautiful together that I couldn’t move my eyes from them, the love between them was overflowing in the venue. The song that Jaehyun had written brought tears to my eyes as it described the fairy tale love he had found with Yujin. The song soon ended and everyone clapped as the couple kissed, shortly after the lights were turned back on and my eyes traveled around the venue searching for the owners of the voices that had just sung the love song. The second my eyes found the seven boys holding a mic each, my heart stopped beating, and my breath seemed to be caught in my throat.

Enhypen. No, this couldn’t be happening. Why were they here? I thought I was hallucinating so I looked down at my hands, pulling up the sleeves of my dress to reveal the initials P.J. and S.J. slowly becoming stronger and also more and more of a vibrant golden glow. Moa who had been standing beside must have seen and heard my reaction as I heard her gasp in surprise before she hugged me. “It’s okay, they probably haven’t seen you. Do you want to leave? We can go right now if you want to,” “I can’t breathe,” I felt like my chest was closing up. My whole body was trembling, my knees were getting weak. I was about to have a panic attack, that would surely just attract attention toward us. “Kyle, help me get her out of here now. Fast but without anyone noticing,” Kyle didn’t question it, instead he put an arm around me and began walking with me toward the doors. A few people asked us if we were okay, I tried to find my voice to say something but I couldn’t, fortunately, Kyle answered that I had eaten a little too much and needed some fresh air. With that, everyone moved out of our way. I was praying, hoping, that Enhypen hadn’t seen me nor felt me being there. If they had, they would probably scream at me again, thinking I was stalking them or something. How could I know that we had common friends? As soon as we got outside I managed to take a deep breath, my body was still trembling badly and my breathing was irregular but at least better than what it was inside the venue. “I’ll call a taxi, don’t worry, everything is okay,” “(Y/n), wait,” 

Third person POV

As Jaeyun took the microphone to tell Yujin about the song he had written, the Enhypen members slowly got up from their table and picked up their mics. As the lights were shut off, they walked over to their position. They gave it their all, singing as if the words of the song would somehow reach (Y/n). They imagined (Y/n) standing in front of them, hearing them singing the heartfelt words as an apology to her. They were all wearing suits so their soulmate marks were all covered, so they, just like (Y/n), hadn’t noticed the glowing initials either. Once the song was over and the lights were turned back on, Sunoo had an inkling feeling to look up and toward the left, as he did, he felt his heartbeat picking up, without even seeing her face he knew it was (Y/n). He noticed that she seemed to feel sick and that an unknown man was wrapping his arm around her, leading her away. “Guys, (Y/n) is here, but she’s leaving,” The others looked up and frantically looked around, searching for the girl. “Come on, we have to go after her, This might be our only chance to apologize,” Sunghoon said and the others agreed, and so they hurried to get out of the venue. A lot of people were hindering them as they wanted to speak to the singers but Enhypen only said that they unfortunately didn’t have the time to speak right now. They rushed out of the doors to find the unknown man embracing (Y/n) in a hug. Their hearts sank. Had she found someone else?

“(Y/n)! Wait!” Niki couldn’t help but shout out, hoping the girl wouldn’t leave without speaking to them. (Y/n) looked toward them after Niki’s exclamation, taking note of them being alone, (name) wasn’t with them. Perhaps, she was still inside. “(Y/n), do you want us to go further away?” Kyle asked, (Y/n) was frozen. She looked at Enhypen, their faces were filled with regret and sadness, they looked very different from how they looked the last time she saw them. They looked softer now, perhaps because now their eyes weren’t filled with disgust as they looked at her. “(Y/n)?” Kyle tried again, but yet again, he was left without a response. “(Y/n), please, can we talk?” Jay tried asking, hoping she would say yes. 

~ To be continued ~

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More high school au with Naoya and y/n pleaseee😩😩🙏🏻🙏🏻 they are so cute and like- uughhhhh ( you don’t have to tho )

Hello anon!

Thank you so much for waiting 🥺❤️❤️ I actually have some snippets here and there of scenarios I want to write for them, however, now that valentine's day is approaching this other idea popped up hehehe, so I might as well take advantage of it.

Also, this is a two part thing. As of now, the second part is scheduled for... you guessed it, the 14th 😂

warnings: none. fluff. a lil bit of heartbreak, but nothing too serious. more to come on the second part.

All I got to say is, this went a completely different direction than I expected. We shall see if it pays off.

Without further a do, happy reading!

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part 2.

It’s rare when the faculty allows students to take control of anything outside of their studies and training.

But there were occasions they allowed it, especially in those where they’d not only prove they’re much better academically than any other institute, but also humiliate their sister school in their annual exchange event.

Which is exactly what happened last summer, an undisputable victory to remain for the years to come as the worst defeat Kyoto has ever experienced.

Taking this into consideration, the school thought it only deserving for the students to be compensated.

What the Tokyo school ended up choosing as a reward was a trip to one of the popular theme parks in Japan, but to afford such trip without having to choke the higher ups with their expenses, the students began to plan out ways to increase their budget.

Luckily for them, the money hungry Mei Mei knew exactly what to do.

Thus, preparations soon began to plan out, starting with decorations and activities that would not only incentivize students to participate, but willingly spend all their hard-earned money (plus an extra for herself.) for something enjoyable in return—all coinciding with the most awaited time of the year.

We’re talking about White Day, of course.

A date that you were naturally also excited for, simply because it was your first White Day since enrolling in jujutsu high.

You had your own motives to be eager, but your enthusiasm simply kept growing thanks to your classmate’s incessant discussion of the plans they set up with their boyfriends, or the guys they were being “courted” by.

“My boyfriend got reservations at this nice place in downtown! We’re going there as soon as our classes are done.” One would say.

“That’s so sweet! There’s this guy I’ve been talking to for a while now—we haven’t done much but I just know he likes me! I’m just hope he’ll confess his feelings today…” Another adds.

“What about you, Y/N? Set your eyes on anyone yet?”

No.

Maybe…

Oh, who are you lying, of course you did!

But you’re not sure he even noticed your presence; let alone your gift on Valentine’s Day. After all, he’s one of the most popular students in the whole school.

You’re talking about Geto Suguru, of course—what you’d consider to be your first crush, the first man that you’ve ever felt these growing feelings for; and with enough luck, maybe even your first love.

He was just… oh, so dreamy. Good looking, but most of all, charming. It’s a mystery how someone like him got along with Satoru at all! Maybe it was some kind of opposites attract type of situation?

Who knows.

Either way, you won’t deny that getting a chance of becoming Suguru’s special someone was equally wonderful, which you hoped would’ve increased with the chocolate you gave him exactly one month ago.

If fate desired so… then today, you’ll get your answer.

And whether you’ve caught someone else’s eye, as well?

You don’t try to get your hopes too high when it comes to that, since you’ve only been here for a few months—not enough time for anyone to develop feelings and pursue you, you know?

Geto was different though, since you’ve known him way before you even considered entering jujutsu high, due to him being your sister’s and Satoru’s (a childhood friend) classmate.

So yeah, you don’t expect much from anyone else this day, outside of… maybe a card here and there, or some sweets from the people that always bring something for the whole class just so they won’t feel excluded—sensei’s included.

And so, when classes begin, you keep reassuring yourself with the following statement Mei Mei’s Cupid Mail Service (or whatever it’s called, with a charge of course) begins to roll in: You were new, not that well known even with your sibling’s popularity, single, but most importantly, that most of the things sent through that service were for the popular kids—or so Hinata theorized.

A great excuse that would’ve kept your sanity intact…  had no one else gotten anything.

The ones that didn’t voice their plans, that is, the single ones—and even then, those with a partner still managed to get heartfelt confessions from those daring enough.

«It’s just… well, luck! I think… Besides, don’t they always say that people in relationships are more popular than those that are single? I would never do something like that!» It’s what you tell yourself when seeing one of your classmates, who has a boyfriend, get a rose from the same Cupid Mail Service—and as seen from her rection, not from him. «Yeah… that must be it.»

But your anguish would only deepen when the day went on by and the gifts didn’t stop.

By that point, your sister had gotten a bouquet of roses, amongst some boxes of chocolate she didn’t bother to care for, unless they had come from Yuki-senpai.

Your brother was seen with a large teddy bear but given the grin on his face and the direction he was heading; it was clear this was a gift for his girlfriend.

Gojo and Geto getting gifts even on the day they’re not supposed to doesn’t surprise you anymore—in fact, every day seemed like a holiday to them, so you just ignored them.

Nanami was a heartthrob you did not expect to see flourish, since he mostly kept to himself, but there’s always something alluring about the mysterious, cool characters—you more than anyone else would know that.

However, none of these situations were to be the worst ones yet.

Not to discredit the poor guy, you appreciate him as the excellent classmate he is…

But even Ijichi got a gift!! Like, come on!!

Statistically someone must’ve sent you one thing at least! You’re not even asking to be appreciated by your beauty or anything, it could’ve been just because they thought you were funny or something! A great friend!

Yet, it was not meant to be.

And by the end of the school day, reality slowly began to sink into your mind—accepting that perhaps you were not as likeable as you once believed… and unfortunately, that is something that wouldn’t change, not even if you’d been here since the school was founded.

Not desiring to be seen crying your poor heart out when your feelings are finally pushed to the edge once the last bell rings, you decide to head straight back to the dorms after quickly gathering your utensils, curtly bidding everyone farewells and wishes for an enjoyable evening out, and heading out the classroom—just before you could hear any more of their whispers noting how you didn’t get anything.

Thinking that if you hurried enough, you’d be able to get to your room before anyone noticed the tears already sliding down your cheeks—but alas, there’s always someone in the wrong place at the wrong time, and just as you were to turn around the corner and leave the school building, Mei Mei calls you.

“Off to meet someone in your room? How indecent.” she snickers, noting your unusual adrenaline when traveling across the hallways. At least for someone she knew hadn’t gotten anything planned for the day. “Back in my day, we’d try to do it off campus. But if you want, I know a room—"

“That’s not—I’m not in the mood, Mei Mei.” You murmur, not bothering to turn around to face her while doing your best to hide a sniffle. “I have work to do.”

“I’m sure you do, Y/N.” she says, taking a step closer to you.

“If it’s to get me to spend money on your delivery system, I’m not interested.” You frown. “Why don’t you go ask Hinata? I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to spend all her allowance in things for Yuki-senpai…”

“Already done that—And I got to say, Hinata really is one of my best clients when it comes to it. After Satoru, of course.” She snickers—Gojo has become kind of her personal ATM at this point, he just made it too easy! You remain quiet. “Either way, I’m here for something else. Something relating to you, actually.”

Well, if this day wasn’t odd enough already.

“…What do you want?” you cautioned.

“I got a gift for you—from Cupid himself.”

“What?!” you gasp, sharply turning around to verify her words, dropping your books and breath hitching upon seeing the enormous size of the gift she held in her arms, and all that contained:

A basket filled with all kinds of chocolate, local and foreign, alongside an immeasurable number of roses that almost managed to hide the core: a red teddy bear holding a heart of the same color with the words love stitched onto it.

After being deprived of this attention for hours, it almost felt surreal to suddenly obtain all that you wanted—And not to brag, but this also had to be the biggest gift you’ve seen at school that day!

You genuinely didn’t believe your eyes… and yet, there was still more to come.

And all for you.

“—while the rest are to be delivered to your dorm.” Mei Mei says as a group of her… lackeys, (wait, is that her brother?) brought along more and more gifts—from plushies of your favorite characters, your favorite flowers, and jewelry… to the most surprising piece of all:

Boxes of mochi, of your favorite flavor, taro.

Whoever sent these gestures knew you in somewhat of a personal level, thus, you naturally had to ask—

“Who sent them?” you breathe, unable to hide your excitement at that point; could it be…?

“A secret admirer.” Is all that Mei Mei reveals. “Perhaps.”

“Aw, come on! I mean—you have to know, right?? You’re the one in charge of this!”

“I do… but my services don’t go beyond that.” She smiles—hinting wanting more.

But you suppose that for something as sweet as this, to keep the identity of your unknown aficionado would only be fitting. Partially.

“Could you at least give me a hint?”

Mei Mei only laughs, and you get the idea that it was because of your naivety when it comes to her methods.

And it was, in its majority.

But it was also because she couldn’t believe you didn’t know already!

Of course, this was nothing but obvious for someone who has made it as her personal mission to find dirt on just about anyone she can squeeze out a few yen from.

Especially from big targets like him.

But given the way he behaves around you, and the things he did today, just for your attention how come you hadn’t noticed that the heir of the Zen’in, Naoya…

Likes you?

I don't know if other schools do things like that, but mine did. And I used it once. And I never got a reply. YIKES. But I don't blame him though, that letter was wack lmao. I was only 16 😭 please be merciful.

Anyways, I hope you liked this first part :3 Keep an eye for the second one 👀👀👀

Take care, and hope to see you soon!

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wedding planning gone wrong

in which everything goes tits up, y/n is upset, and harry comforts her…

4 months ago to the day, you became Harry’s fiancée. It was the best night of your life, so far. You still remember it as though it were yesterday. He whisked the both of you away to Italy for the weekend, a place you both loved with your whole hearts. Then, during a moonlit dinner in Rome, he went down in one knee, and of course you said ‘yes’ before he could even finish his sentence. It was perfect, just you, Harry, and the stars.

The two of you had been stuck in your own little husband-and-wife-to-be bubble ever since. One thing you and Harry never understood was how people could wait 2 or more years to get married. Your love for eachother was endless, you didn’t want to wait.

You began planning almost immediately. He adored seeing how happy and in your element you were. Most nights he would come home to you cozied up on the sofa with your laptop, asking him questions like “Magnolia or ivory centrepieces?”

Harry himself couldn’t tell the difference, but somehow he’d always give you the right answer.

Tonight was exactly the same. Or so Harry expected. “Hey, wifey. ‘M home.” He called out out as he locked the front door, a nickname he had given you from the moment you accepted his proposal.

He waltzed into the he living room with a wide smile on his face. It’d been a long day at the studio, and all he was looking forward to was cuddling up with you and hearing about what new ideas you had for the wedding.

Except, this time when he walked into the living room, he was greeted with the hushed sound of your crying. His face fell when he saw you curled up under a blanket with flushed cheeks, and your swollen, bloodshot eyes. “Love?” He cooed, immediately sitting down on the sofa beside you, taking your hands in his, “What’s the matter?”

“It’s all ruined, H.” You sniffled.

He didn’t understand. “What is? What’s ruined?”

You frowned. He brought his hand up to your face, ruining it along your cheek and pushing a stray hair behind your ear. “The wedding. I got a call from t’ venue this mornin’. They said there was a double booking and it turns out, the other couple have a famous photographer, so the hotel picked them over us ‘cause it’s ‘better publicity.’” Seeing how upset you were just made Harry even more sad. “An’ then I went back to the dress shop for a final fitting and when the lady was zippin’ it up, she ripped the dress. S’ now we’ve got no dress and no venue.”

Harry brought you closer to him, allowing you to sob into his chest. “Shh, it’s alright. It’s okay, we can fix this.” He hated to see you cry. He knew how much this meant to you, how excited you were. How you’d had your wedding all planned out since before you knew Harry even existed. He sighed into your hair, pulling away and holding your cheeks. “Y/N, love, look at me. I love you so fucking much. I would move heaven and earth for you, y’know that. I will try and fix this for us. And if I can’t, then I don’t care. I would marry you in our bedroom wearing your bloody pyjamas if it meant getting to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You felt yourself beginning to well up again as you stared at him, his hands warming up your cheeks, “Really?” You asked, unsure.

He looked back at you, speaking in a soft, sincere tone that told you all you needed to know. “Of course. We don’t need a big, fancy, expensive party to prove that we love eachother. I want a marriage, not a wedding. I just want you, and everything that comes with you.”

That. That was exactly why you wanted to marry Harry. He didn’t care for what other people thought, he loved you and that was all that mattered. And he was right, you didn’t need a huge, look-how-much-money-we-have wedding, all you needed was eachother.

That night, you spent it cuddled up on the couch, making love with your fiancé, watching your favourite romcoms, and googling the nearest registry offices. The planning may have gone tits up, but you and Harry were going to have the best wedding ever.

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Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader AO3

Chapter 2

Eight Years Earlier

Jason had been eager to start school, especially since he had passed all the placement tests put before him, but nervousness had been eating at his stomach the entire morning in anticipation of his first day. Bruce had assured him that school would be good for him to build a life not only outside the manor but also outside of being Robin. 

Before they had reached the school grounds, Jason had gone on and on about his excitement. He loved picking out the right backpack, the notebooks, trying on his uniform and even enjoyed his new sneakers. As he insisted to Alfred, it was all about the first impressions. Mostly. Jason found the nervousness rooted in the desperation to fit in.

When Bruce had signed him in at the office since there was even more paperwork to fill out, the secretary had reassured him that there was nothing to worry about. He’d be spending the day with a buddy. Jason didn’t like the way that made him sound like a baby, but he took what she said with stride. 

Especially when you walked in declaring that she was going to be his first-day buddy. Jason found it weird that he liked the way you smelled like cheap strawberry-scented perfume, and how you smiled when he made a funny comment. 

He brushed it off the best he could. 

“Are you planning on joining any clubs,” You asked as you led him down one of the many long hallways. Everything looked the same with plaques on the beige-colored walls—many with the name Wayne—with some kids' art outside the classrooms. Jason thought it felt more like a movie set, everything was put in a way to make it look like it was the perfect school.

Jason shrugged, “I don’t know if I can.” Being Robin took a lot more time than he had expected, and Jay was sure Bruce wouldn’t approve. After all, the old man was so hard on him for the smallest mistakes and for getting distracted by the smallest things. 

“Does your dad not let you join clubs?” You asked. 

Jason thought about correcting you, to state so plainly that Bruce wasn’t his father that you would never assume it again, but decided that he liked the sound of having a dad. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Jason shrugged. You must have noted the awkwardness as you continued talking to fill the silence. 

“I’m in the art club, though I wanted to be in theatre, but my mom wouldn’t let me. She says it’s because I might turn into that kind of theatre kid. I still don’t know what she means by that,” You expelled the thought like you had been holding it in, but when you looked at Jason you realized how long you had been going on. “Sorry, sorry. My mom says I talk too much sometimes.”

Jason shook his head, telling you to go on and that he liked hearing you talk. Surprisingly, that wasn’t entirely a lie. Your openness gave him a sense of ease. 

Reluctantly, you did, telling him all about the school. You had said that everyone was relatively nice but found that a lot of them were out of touch with reality since a majority came from the upper cusp of the Gotham elite. Jason believed it wholeheartedly, because Bruce, as much as he cared for him, was one of the dumbest smart people he’d ever met. Richness Syndrome, he had called it, was a drawback of being so blinded by money that the real world was seen through a money-green filter. 

Suddenly, just as you were about to tell him about the football team, the bell rang. Surprise crossed your face. “Oh! We gotta get to our first class. Come on.”

Jason quickly took out his schedule, looking at what his first class was; social studies. A subject that he found way too easy. You had led him down one of the many same-looking hallways by taking his hand, telling him all about the teacher. His face felt hot and his plam sweaty as you held onto him tightly. The corridor was full of other students, all sporting the same navy and white uniforms, so you must have not wanted him to get lost. 

Jason found himself with butterflies in his stomach when you abruptly stopped in front of a classroom door because it meant that it was suddenly real. He was really in school. The teacher, a short, stout lady with curly red hair and round pink glasses, looked at the two of you with a smile. It was a stark contrast to the other teachers he saw further down the hall as they all seemed to be as boring as everyone else. 

Easily, you explained how Jason was the new student and you were showing him around. The lady joyfully ushered him in, holding him hostage at the front of the classroom as you took your seat. 

You gave him a thumbs up as the teacher quickly told the other students to take their seats. Finally, Jason was presented to the class like a cow that was being sold. At least, that’s how he would describe the feeling. “Everyone, we have a new student, this here is Jason Todd. Can everyone please give a warm welcome to Jason?”

There were tired mumbles of hello followed by his name, others just humming a hi, and Jason suddenly felt stupid. He felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb, so, as he made his way to the empty seat next to you, he tried to shrink into himself. 

When he was comfortably sat with all his things out, you leaned over to whisper, “We’re finishing up a movie on the Civil Rights Movement, afterward we’ll have P.E. then lunch.”

Jason was glad you were giving him continuous updates on the schedule because it gave him a bit of comfort that he wasn’t going into this blind. Mrs. Parker said they were going to watch something, just like you had mentioned, saying that everyone could sit next to their friends if they wanted as long as they took notes and paid attention. Jason expected you to move away, but, instead, you moved closer to him. 

“You can copy my notes, by the way,” You smiled and Jason hated that he found you so damn pretty. “I bet coming to a new school in the middle of the year can be tough.” 

Jason shrugged with a smile and an airy chuckle, “I mean, it’s been a while since I’ve been in school.”

“Really,” You asked, surprised, leaning forward. 

Before he could respond Mrs. Parker shushed the two of you as she started the film. You smiled at each other, turning your attention to the TV at the front of the room. Quietly, you pushed your notebook over to Jason, on it a simple note. Want to sit together at lunch? 

Jason grinned, nodding at you as his heart did backflips and his stomach filled with butterflies again. He couldn’t wait to tell Bruce that he finally made his first friend in school.

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Through My Eyes

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Y/N was nervous.

She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her. She was known for being calm, collected, and at times even a bit cold but she had a feeling her nerves had something to do with this project for her photography class. It all felt like a sick set-up, as if her professor knew she was due for a life crisis when he asked such a loaded question to the class.

What parts of yourself do you hide from others?

“All of them.” She thought to herself as she scribbled on the corners of the paper she was meant to be writing her answer on. What was she supposed to say? This was a photography class, not group therapy. Knowing this would somehow connect to their project, however, she chose to be honest for once.

That’s how she ended up with her biggest fear written on a flimsy piece of paper that Harry now held.

“So what were you thinking? Should I just get naked and we go from there or?”

Harry blinked at the boldness of the girl in front of him. Truly, he hadn’t expected this to be the outcome. Reading her loopy handwriting on the paper.

‘Vulnerability’

Harry had been rather friendly with her for a long while, though never breaching the walls she set up high. He wasn’t one to push. Harry liked to be comfortable and kind and often had people telling him how much he was one of those people. The one you could tell anything to.

That didn’t work on Y/N, however. She was closed and he could respect that. They ran around the same friend group but Harry kept his distance mostly, though they’d had a few good conversations over drinks or blunts. She was cool, really cool.

However, she was open about a lot of other things. Sex, definitely. She wasn’t shy about talking about that or hookups or what she did online. Harry could respect it. She had said though that she never got fully naked on there.

To be the one trusted with taking naked pictures of Y/N was a big deal, but for a photography class, it did seem a bit much.

“I think so. But… are you sure you’re comfortable?” He said softly, looking up at her through his lashes as he set the camera around his neck. “I don’t want you to push too hard for this. We can make something else up if you want.” He should know better, though. She wasn’t one to throw in the towel at a challenge.

Y/N tilted her head at his comment, letting out a little laugh. He was sweet. She knew he was just being his usual kind self by giving her a way out, but she needed to do this for herself as well. She’d seen the pictures Harry had taken and she could tell that he had a unique view of beauty. It was a harsh contrast to the hyper-sexualized images she usually took of herself.

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t think I could do it.” Y/N shrugged, wasting no time in undoing the button of her jeans and tugging them off. One by one she removed the clothes from her body, not once looking up to see the look on Harry’s face.

Y/N was used to being semi-naked on her social media channels. It surprised her, she hadn’t realized how many people would spend money on pictures of her in various skimpy outfits and underwear. Being naked in front of Harry was different, however— there was no screen to hide behind, no buffer, he’d be able to see through her act.

She was just naked and well… vulnerable.

Y/N pulled herself back together in seconds, positive that Harry hadn’t even noticed that she was having a mini-breakdown in her head. No, she needed to do this and if she was being honest, he’s probably the only person she’d let do something like this.

“Alright, so where do you want me?”

Harry swallowed thickly as he watched her body slowly become exposed to him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her photos before- he had seen plenty, always thinking she was incredibly beautiful and wishing to photograph her.

He just wished it was more so on her own accord rather than for a project.

“Loaded question.” He tried to lighten her mood with a soft chuckle. “Why don’t you go… the window facing couch?” The studio he had rented was seemingly cold, her anxiety clear on her face. He was going to do his best to soothe her though. Make her see that he was safe.

Harry would never want her to feel anything but comfortable and at ease. He had done plenty of nude shoots for people before but this was different. She was nervous and doing it to prove a point.

“There you go. If at any point you become uncomfortable, let me know. Why don’t we use the sheet a little bit?” He slowly approached with a silky champagne-colored sheet. “You look gorgeous but I can tell you’re uncomfortable.”

“Fuck,” She muttered under her breath, thinking that she had been getting away with seeming confident. “It’s that obvious huh?” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head as if it would help shake the nerves out of her system as she adjusted the fabric on her body.

Harry made himself busy, putting on some classical music. It was something he liked to do for shoots in general, it was a quick way to relax someone while also letting their mind wander.

Other than that, it was comfortably quiet in the room, Harry hadn’t even noticed she settled into a position looking out the window. He thought she looked perfect like this. Quickly checking the settings on his camera, he snapped a shot before she moved, hoping to capture her feelings in this moment. Providing a before to a hopefully much more comfortable after.

Turning her head at the sound, Y/N’s eyes darted between the camera and the head of thick hair behind the camera. She hasn’t realized he had started, gods, she hoped she actually looked relaxed. She was trying so hard to keep her mind off the fact that she was naked.

Vulnerability. When she wrote it down on her paper it seemed to easy thing to conquer.

Harry liked having her around. He had always been a curious man but she got him wanting to know more. Harry was softer spoken while she was louder and rambunctious but he liked that about her.

It was interesting to see this side of her. Quiet. A bit more reserved. Not that he wanted her to be uncomfortable at all but he liked the idea of her being more… real with him. He took a few more photos before he spoke again.

“I can see that you’re tense.” He kept his voice soft, walking towards her with the camera in hand instead of pointed at her. “But you’re in control here, love. Okay? You have the final say in what photographs leave my camera. Just this itself is a beautiful show of vulnerability.” He licked his bottom lip as he kneeled down on one knee in front of her, taking the camera off of his neck.

“Do you want to see what I’ve gotten so far? To see how it looks?” He was careful not to touch her body, resting his hand on the couch next to her but far enough away that it wouldn’t brush skin. The sheer covered her delicate areas, and he kept his eyes on her face.

“I uh— honestly I think it would probably be better for me not to look at them till you’re done with them,” Y/N admitted, feeling small under his gaze. She just couldn’t stop thinking about what he could be thinking. Expecting to meet his intense stare, she was surprised to find the opposite. He looked concerned— his gaze soft, eyebrows knit together as he tried his hardest to read her. She knew he was struggling too, that was the point.

“Sorry, I’m… just feeling weird right now. I don’t know why but I’m gonna figure it out.”

Y/N had known Harry for a while now and she felt comfortable around him. Too comfortable and it scared her. Harry was a very easy guy to know and be around, he makes people feel like they were the only ones in the room when they have his attention. Seeing him interact with others was one thing, but when she experienced it for herself she couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t an act either. He never pushed for more information, was always just happy to hear whatever she felt like telling him and would always ask the most thoughtful things as if it was just second nature.

Harry wasn’t like most people. It’s why she liked him so much.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He reassured her. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel as if she had to make him feel comfortable too. He was fine. “It’s natural to feel a bit odd when you’re pushing your control. I am going to say that it takes a lot of guts to show up and be naked in front of a friend with a camera and trust. But you’re doing it.” He gave a private smile just for her, placing it back over his head.

“Let’s try and get some shots and then we can regroup and see what makes you feel the most at ease.”

He stood up and backed away from her, directing her to lay back against the arm of the couch and allow her legs to be facing the camera. Truly? She was fucking stunning. Hair a tiny bit messy and lips pouty from the nervous biting but he loved how she looked all the time. It wasn’t new to find her to be gorgeous.

Still though? She was uncomfortable. He could see it in her face as she looked at him, eyes avoiding the lens and squirming just a bit. His finger pressed the button and took a few shots, focusing on other details of her. The curve of her leg, how her skin was glowing in the light that came through the large window. Sometimes it blew him away that a girl as fucking breathtaking as her was single. It was her choice, he knew, but she must have plenty of options. She wasn’t shy to say she had some good hookups, never skimping on details.

Still, he watched her carefully as he moved around with gentle praises.

“There we go… that’s it.” His raspy voice was a bit quieter than she was used to. “Just like that. You’re doing so well f’me. Move your leg a little bit to the left…. Mhm, perfect. You knew where I wanted it.”

Her body reacted to his words faster than she could process them, instinctually relaxing at his praises. The difficult part was trying not to focus on how good he sounded saying those innocent words. Harry was being professional, but her mind had managed to make its way to the gutter in record time. It had been a while since anyone paid her this much attention to her since anyone had spoken to her in such a gentle and caring tone. It came so easily to him that it made her shiver, a piece of the fabric falling to expose more of her breasts.

Y/N was turned on, there was no denying that. She was a bit embarrassed considering he was just doing his job, not being a creep at all, and here she was, so deprived of human connection that even a few short sentences had her reeling.

Weird. That was a weird feeling. It wasn’t that she was naked or that he was doing something to make her feel uncomfortable. It was the fact that she was attracted to him and the fact that she was out of her comfort zone with him. No one ever saw her like this, so soft and pliable, so unsure of herself. She couldn’t wear that mask for this and she wouldn’t sure Harry would like what he saw when she took it off. It shouldn’t matter what he thought, but it did to her. She actually liked him. Fuck she really did like him.

Despite the good shots…. Something was missing.

Harry sighed, happy that she had managed to relax a little but it seemed his words had her squirming for reasons he wasn’t positive about. She was a bit tense and ultimately her face wouldn’t relax, which was what had him worried.

“Love?” He placed the camera down and looked at her. Trying to study if she relaxed when the camera wasn’t on her– if it was him that made her nervous. “I think… would you be more comfortable somewhere else?” He had noticed her eyes flickering towards the door quite a few times.

“If you’d feel better at your own place or even mine, we can. I didn’t know the word you’d write so I didn’t plan accordingly but it is a bit sterile in here.” He tried to make her see he was okay with leaving. “We can grab some food and go to either one. It can be intimidating in a space that feels a little bit public.”

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, nodding along with what he was saying.

“Yeah… yeah that sounds like a better idea.” She could play it off like that for now, but Harry was smart and she knew he would figure it out as soon as they got there that it wasn’t the location that had been bothering her.

“Let me just,” She pointed to the pile of her clothes, standing up from the couch and over to the chair to start. Y/N wasn’t rushed in her movements, casually slipping into her panties as if it was something normal for them to do, seemingly unbothered. If she could just be honest and tell him it would solve all the problem! But she didn’t want to overstep and create a new one.

What if it made him uncomfortable? They didn’t really know each other like that, how could she explain how she felt like she knew exactly the kind of person he was? That she could see them in a relationship for that matter? if she could just… be more like him. Be honest and gentle and caring instead of her abrasive act she put on as protection.

Now dressed, she rummaged through her bag to find her phone when a crumpled sheet of paper came flying out with it in the process. It was Harry’s word for the project.

She briefly remembered the word it had said, controling.

It was then her mind floated back to 10 minutes ago when Harry had told her that she was in control. If he was willing to let go of his control for her, she should be able to be vulnerable for him.

“Ready to go?” A raspy voice tore her from her thoughts.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Y/N offered a closed-lip smile, following him towards the door.

Harry had driven them to grab some takeaway before putting her address in his phone. It was an easy drive but when they arrived? It had taken Harry for a fucking loop.

She had a near mansion. A coded gate she had told him, having to press it to go inside and park. It was secure and large and he had nearly had his head exploding when he got inside and saw how cool it was.

Large and open concept, loads of books and some arcade games, huge oversized sectional couch and a massive flat-screen over a retro-looking fireplace… he was in awe. They were sat at her kitchen island with their food, talking back and forth when he decided to ask about the situation.

“So… are you here alone? Or do you have some roommates?” Harry looked over at her face and watched to make sure he wasn’t crossing lines. She had been a bit shy about showing him the main floor too, so he had assumed that maybe she wasn’t sure how to talk about it.

None of their friends had ever been here before otherwise he sure as shit would have heard about it.

“It’s just me.” Y/N took another bite, watching him closely to see his reaction. She could tell he was surprised but he seemed genuinely curious when he asked so she continued. “I um.. bought the property about a year ago and had it remodeled for me, I had been saving up to get a house and the onlyfans really took off so it happened faster than usual. The ceilings make it look bigger than it is, but I like that. I’ll show you the second and third floor after we eat.”

Things like this she could talk about. It wasn’t exactly about herself but she was still sharing information about herself.

“I don’t really like bringing people here usually… I love our friends but I can’t say I really trust them.” Y/N explained with a small sigh, looking up at him again. “Was that shitty of me to say?”

It’s true that their friends were aware she had some wealth from her online presence, some more than others. At times it felt like a lot of their friends, specifically, the guys would treat her as her persona than her as a person. She had become used to that, it’s why she kept things private. She didn’t want anyone to know what really mattered to her, she knew they’d quickly weaponize it just like everyone else in her life did.

“I don’t think it’s shitty.” Harry actually understood where he was coming from. Their friends were good people, really, but some of them would not be the type to move swiftly past her job choice. Harry himself didn’t find any problem with it. Any woman who wanted to use her body for whatever they wanted to, should. It was their right. Sex work was work and that was that.

“Some of them would be weird about it. They’re….” He licked his lip and watched her face as she anticipated his next words. “I would like to think they’d be respectful but knowing how some people treat other sex workers, they may think it’s an easy thing. Or try and make you pay for everything.” He shook his head.

“I’m proud of you, though.” He genuinely was. Looking around and taking it in proved to him that she had work ethic. “Investing in property is a good thing. I am very happy for you that you’re being smart with your money. I’ll admit I didn’t expect this sort of thing… I know you’re open about your hookups and sex in general which is refreshing. But I didn’t know you’d have made it a career.” He smiled lightly at the comment showing he was teasing a little. “I know you said vulnerability on the paper… but sometimes it is the smart thing to do, to protect yourself and your inner peace. They don’t need to know.”

“Thanks, Harry.” Y/N smiled back at him shyly. She swore she felt her heart grow three sizes. Y/N knew Harry was a good guy, but it still surprised her every time. He wasn’t just saying that to just agree with her and keep her happy, he agreed with her. He thought she was smart. He was proud of her. How did he always say the right thing at the right time?

Fuck she really liked him. A lot. It’s why she kept her distance. She preferred the idea of him being this perfect guy in her head but he proved to her every time they hung out that this wasn’t just her romanticizing him. He was right there in front of her, being his perfect self. She thought he was perfect.

“I um..” Y/N cleared her throat, realizing she had been staring at him quietly for a bit and looked down at her food again. “I don’t really share a lot about myself and how I feel, so it um it’s just hard for me to talk about it. Not that I don’t want to, people don’t really ask me about this stuff so I don’t really think about it often.” She perfered to distract herself from the negative thoughts rather than facing them head-on.

Sex was the best tool for that. Whenever she had sex she knew that in that moment the only thing going on in the other persons brain was lust and true primal urges. Sex was the one thing she felt like she could do to connect with someone before they go back to viewing her as something she’s not again.

He frowned at her explanation. People didn’t ask? He hadn’t. It made him feel guilty but at the same time… she had kept a distance between them for a long time and Harry respected that. She was never overly touchy with him like with everyone else and he knew she had to sense he wasn’t the most affectionate with his friends. Not because he didn’t love them but because he liked his boundaries.

Though… with her? Harry always felt a bit left out. She never came to sit on his lap or kissed his cheek or ruffled his hair the way she did with everyone else. But in that yearning, he found a lot of respect for her looking at his boundaries.

“You’re very open without being open.” He spoke his thoughts out loud. “But you share those intimate hookup stories and superficial stuff so people don’t dig a bit deeper?” He tilted his head as he took a sip of his drink.

He found himself attracted to her in general, but he wouldn’t admit that in this setting. Not unless she brought it up first. She needed to be comfortable and he wasn’t a creep who was doing this to see her naked. “And you do this only fans stuff… but you never have to go deeper than your body. I understand. It can be easy… to deflect. I purposely kind of keep my own thoughts to myself. People are very… nosy but they don’t care. Our friends are nice people– they are. But I understand wanting to keep a mental barrier. I struggle sometimes with vulnerability when it isn’t someone I’m close to.”

Y/N felt her face get warm as he revealed that he had come to his own conclusions about the person she was. He happened to be right– confident in the fact that he was otherwise he wouldn’t be saying it.

“Yeah… yeah, I guess I do. But I don’t really mind it?” She said with a shrug, “Don’t have to be best friends with everyone you hang out with. Just let myself down whenever I think they’re coming around.” She explained trying to mask a bit of the hurt in her tone.

She was very lonely, always hoping someone would come around to understand her or her point of view. Wished someone cared. She didn’t really have anyone around since she and her ex Charlie broke up because she wouldn’t stop doing onlyfans. She was dating him when she first met Harry, she remembered them having a chat at Mitch’s birthday party.

“Sarah’s cool though. I’m really happy I met her.” Y/N found the light at the end of the tunnel. Their mutual friend who brought them together. She met Sarah when she started college, they both worked at a jazz bar near campus just as her onlyfans career started blowing up.

Sarah and Mitch made Y/N feel comfortable. It’s why she felt like she could trust Harry in the first place, they always spoke so highly of him.

“I’m glad I met you too.”

Harry’s smile grew from the thoughtful pout he had on while listening to her. He didn’t like the idea of her being lonely. Her body language was showing she was relaxing in his presence which was good, but she didn’t like the topic.

She was happy that they’d met though. That caused his smile, knowing she wasn’t one to lie. Harry was happy he met her too. “I always gave you space because… you seemed a bit nervous around me.” He admitted quietly.

Harry had always intimidated her and her crush only was growing being alone with him, so she could argue she had good reason! His stare was intense and he gave her all his attention, wasn’t judgemental, and fuck… he was good on the eyes.

“I hope you don’t have to be anymore. Mitch and Sarah talk so highly of you so I knew you were a good one regardless.” He had always liked her but getting to talk now was even better. “You are lovely to be around. I like you like this. You don’t have to be loud or anything– not saying I don’t enjoy that either- but you are much more gentle than I anticipated.” Not as abrasive as she usually made herself out to be to keep people at arms length.

“M’glad we got partnered. Maybe you can see m’not so scary.”

“Me? Scary?” Y/N’s face lit up with a cheeky smile. It wouldn’t be a compliment to most but she found it amusing. That wasn’t the only reason she was glowing. Harry said he liked her like this, the way she was. She didn’t have to say anything or do anything special. He said she was gentle!

“You know, that’s not usually the words I hear when people talk about me so I’ll take it. Gentle and not scary.” She smiled at him again, before finishing the last bit of her food. Of course, she was much more relaxed around him now, hell, she would open up for him right here on the kitchen island if he asked her to.

He wasn’t even trying to charm her and she could tell from the softness in his eyes he sincerely meant every word. They felt like magnets, drawing her closer and closer to him. It was getting increasingly difficult to hide but if her suspicions were right, it seemed he didn’t want her to either.

—

“Okay.” Harry sighed as she stripped down in her bedroom. It was definitely more comfortable than the studio. She had nice candles lit up before Harry got upstairs. He had to use the large restroom downstairs to freshen himself up.

“I could get lost in here.” He teased. “Big place for one person, hm?” He placed his camera bag down on her floor and took a look around. The large top floor was basically all her bedroom. 3 stories and the roof was slanted in the room to be a huge window. Loads of natural light.

“I can’t lie, the lighting is my inner photographer’s wet dream.” He snickered, looking around for the best spot.

She was almost naked, this time in just a pair of panties and her sheet held up to her chest. It was… far more appealing to him. Seeing her look like that. “I think that we can do some good shit in here.” He took a seat on the end of her bed.

“So… I have a feeling you don’t film in here. Right?” He could tell she was the type to want privacy and her own sanctuary. There was probably a filming room downstairs.

“Yeah, I don’t really do much except chill in here.” She explained, clearly, the environment was working. She was much less stiff and she couldn’t lie, seeing Harry in here made her feel a bit giddy.

“There are guest rooms on the second floor, but my office is downstairs. I like to keep it all separate, just helps clear my mind at the end of the day.” She explained and crawled up the bed, falling flat on her stomach.

“Gonna be a challenge not to fall asleep after all that food though.” Her voice was slightly muffled by the sheets. Y/N turned to look back at him and gave him a small smile, “do you wanna put the classical music back on or can we put on something more….” She started but then decided to just connect her phone to the speaker. Cigarettes After Sex.

With a small smile, she set her phone on her bedside table again and moved to lay back on the bed again.

“Do you want these off?” She asked, way less shy than last time as her hands moved to her panties.

Did he want them off? Fuck yes he did. He wanted to have not a single stitch on but he was being professional right now. Calm.

“If you’re comfortable, sure.” Harry cleared his throat. “I just… I don’t want you to feel objectified. Or sexualized.” Unless she wanted to feel that way, but that wasn’t the case right now.

There was a tension he could feel. The way she looked at him was… different. Her eyes a bit hazier and her feet kicking in the air, making him feel a bit confused about the direction but liking the confidence.

“Cigarettes After Sex is a great choice. You already look less tense but…” He paused, taking a photo of her looking at him. “What do you do to relax?  Before shoots. I know it’s different now because it isn’t a character, but how do you unwind and feel at ease on camera when doing that?”

Y/N raised her brows at the question, but not because he was asking. It was the answer that was a little complicated, but he wasn’t a stranger and he knew how she was.

“I masturbate.” Y/N said with a chuckle, back to her usual blunt self, “I know that’s not exactly the direction we’re going in but...”

It could be.

Y/N knew she was walking a very fine line, smiling a little at how flustered her comment made him. As much as being blunt was part of her persona, it was still very much a part of her. She liked getting a reaction out of people.

But again, she didn’t want to overstep. She had never been very touchy with him or flirty with him so she was doing it subtly as if to test the waters. They didn’t have to fuck this very second, but if they did she wouldn’t be mad either. She wanted him to be the one to make that choice, a bit too afraid of reading the room wrong.

Harry was a bit stunned. He hadn’t expected…. that answer. His cheeks flushed slightly but he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t affect him. It did. More than he had wanted it to.

“Oh. I…” Harry recovered fairly quickly. “If it will help you…. You can. You’re safe here.” He wouldn’t be a creep. She was beautiful, and that was something he couldn’t and wouldn’t deny. She was art. “Female pleasure is beautiful in any way. People make it seem dirty sometimes but I understand why you do.” And he did.

“Makes you feel a bit tired and boneless. Less pent up. I get it. If you want to, I can leave the room and you can. Or… whatever you’d like.” He wanted to watch. He really did. The ball was in her court now, but he was hoping she would let him. As much as he had been trying to be respectful all this time, if she was the one to initiate… he wouldn’t say no. There was that spark that he hadn’t realized was fully a flickering flame starting because he hadn’t been truly alone with her before.

Y/N was going to drop the topic and try and relax in some other way but she could see the wheels turning in his head. He was interested, surely. He wouldn’t leave it so open-ended if he wasn’t, but she needed to be sure. A burst of confidence shot through her and before she could hesitate she seized the moment and asked:

“Would you like to watch, Harry?” She asked, her tone inviting but somewhat shy. She’d always been the center of men’s fantasies but they often portrayed her as a playful and powerful minx of a woman. She never felt comfortable enough to show the more sweet and docile parts of herself. But she did with Harry.

His paper had said that the part of himself that he hides from others was his controlling side and he so simply told her that she had all the control in this situation. It must mean something for him to do that. This was her offering it back to him in her own way, giving him control of her because she trusted him.

“I…” His mouth dried up as she asked him. She actually asked him if he wanted to watch. As if it was even a question.

“If you feel… as if you could be comfortable with it? I would enjoy watching, yes.” He said with a slightly hoarse throat. His body hot and a little flushed in the cheeks as he realized she may actually want that. All of the work he had done to not show his attraction to her was down the drain now, but it seemed to be consensual.

“I won’t take any photos of you during. Unless you’d like me to.” He clarified. Just because she did things for work didn’t mean she would be comfortable with him in possession of them and he was doing his best to be mindful of that. This wasn’t just sexual work. It was art.

Vulnerability.

He sat himself on the chair near her bed, hand up to his chin while he rubbed his bottom lip, watching her as she sat up and the sheet dropped from her top. Exposing her naked chest to him, letting him look at her.

God, she was fucking beautiful. She had to know it.

“You know you’re stunning, right?” He commented lowly. “Not just… in the whole sex appeal way. But genuinely beautiful. Like art.”

“You really think so?” Y/N felt like her body was on fire, a small smile appearing on her face. Knowing Harry was about to watch her made her slow down her movements, fingers carefully caressing her chest and sides. She wanted to give him a good show, a good enough show to where maybe he would want to join her.

She’d been patient, yes, but the signs were all truly signs then. Harry was interested in her. She didn’t think he was only here for this to happen… this was genuinely a surprise to him. Y/N liked that and it only made her want him more.

“I…” Y/N pinched her nipples, letting out a small gasp at the feeling. His eyes locked on hers, she tilted her head at him. “I-I’ve never had someone watch before… not in real life anyway.” She moved her hands to smooth over her stomach watching his eyes follow her every move.

“Have you… thought about this before?” She asked quietly, still a bit shy. The risk of being wrong too high. Sure he said he would like to watch and that she was beautiful, but what if this hadn’t been brewing as it had for her? She knew he would never make her feel embarrassed about it, but she’d like to think their pining was mutual.

“I only ask cause…” She finally reached the lace of her panties, “I’ve thought about you.”

Harry’s body felt like it was buzzing. Her hands slowly moving down her body and his eyes tracing every line. He was itching to grab his  camera and take photos of each line of her body but thankfully the want to simply soak it in was far more enticing than that.

Her confession, though, made him swallow hard. She had thought about him? While… touching herself? She was looking right at him like a sweet girl, but her fingers were resting over waistband of the lace, tracing back and forth while awaiting an answer.

“Yes. I have.” His voice was deeper than it had been before. It wasn’t something he ever thought about confessing. “Whenever you’d… explain those hook ups… I’d imagine myself in their place instead.” His mouth felt a little dry, taking in the beauty that was in front of him. It did heavily stroke his ego that she had thought by about him, though.

“And what did you think about, angel?” His tone was soft but eyes hot. Inside of his pants? He was beginning to harden at a pace he hadn’t realized possible. This was definitely one of the hottest situations he had been in. It wasn’t even the dirtiest but who it was with outweighed all the other filth.

Y/N let out a little whimper at his admission, squeezing her thighs together involuntarily before removing her hands from under the lace. She was going to tease herself, take her time seeing as this seemed more important than the photos at the minute.

“I thought about…” She let out a shaky breath, “thought about your hands a lot, I really like your rings… thought about how’d they feel on my skin… how heavy your hand would feel on me.” This was all but the start of her fantasies. She had imagined Harry in all different types of positions, in all different kinds of moods, different places…

“You’re just so… nice.” She sighed but it sounded almost like a whine, “always making sure everyone is okay, the way you talk…” his voice. Oh his voice got her every time. Y/N knew she’d be able to get off in no time if he kept talking to her the way he did.

“Earlier at the studio… I know you weren’t meaning to, but you sounded so good directing me— I couldn’t focus.” She hissed as her fingers slid down her clothed slit, still teasing.

Harry’s fingers were biting into the chair. Watching her was killing him in the best of ways, his eyes locked on her but unable to choose where to keep his view. Her face, her breasts, her hands. It was all so fucking tempting.

“You like my hands, hm?” He peeled one from the chair arm and stroked his own thigh, loving that she actively was thinking about them now. He did have large hands and did get compliments on them often, but it felt even better coming from her.

Her touch over the lace had him nearly drooling. He knew that it would be fun to tease her over it. That she could feel the heat of his tongue if he were to lick over it but it wouldn’t be enough.

“You just want someone to be nice to you, darling?” He wondered if maybe she had been going about her hook ups all wrong. “But… y’told the girls how you had a bit of a thing for some name calling.” He wasn’t trying to embarrass her, but he could tell based off of what he knew that she liked to be scolded a tiny bit.

“I can be very nice to you. You are so beautiful, pet. Look so pretty touching yourself like that. Is it okay if I talk to you during?” He had to double check. It was pretty obvious that she did, but the verbal consent was key.

“Mhm!” Y/N mewled, nodding her head. “Yes, please!” She corrected herself, just in case he was a stricter than she anticipated. She wanted to be good for him, show him that she was the best he could have.

Y/N didn’t really want much in her life, she had everything. But she wanted him. Not only because he could take good care of her, but because she knew she could take the best care of someone like him.

“I-I wanna be your good little slut.” She told him, “anything you want.” Y/N didn’t anticipate getting this worked up so quickly but then again, she was just so excited he was reciprocating. He was giving her exactly what she wanted and she didn’t want him to change his mind.

Silly girl still wanted to be accepted deep down, she had no idea just how much she was doing to him.

“Such nice manners. I’m very impressed.” Harry was in awe. Falling into a fantasy he’s had for a while, being able to see her this way… it was getting to him.

Of course he hadn’t anticipated this. Seeing her with her legs spread and little fingers rubbing her lace covered cunt while looking at him for his approval. Calling herself his little slut. Fuck.

“You’re already doing such a good job. How do your fingers feel?” He murmured, spreading his legs as he leaned back, tracing over his belt. “You look gorgeous spread out like that. Now you’re relaxing for me, aren’t you?” He looked relaxed in his own right. Spread thighs and head tilted back slightly, his eyes dark and focused on her alone.

“Show me what feels the best to you. What makes you cum, angel?”

Nodding once again, Y/N lifted up her hips to pull panties off quickly. She wanted to give him a better view but also was tired of her own teasing. She wanted to feel more and he had given her permission to do so.

With her legs fully spread she brought her fingers right over her clit, rubbing slow but firm circles around it. With each circle she made, she became wetter and wetter, her slick starting to make sounds with every slight tug on her folds.

Y/N let out the lightest of moans, smiling at the feeling. It felt so good. So different. It was just the two of them and no one else existed in that moment. Just him watching her, him making her feel like the most desirable woman he’s met, he hadn’t even touched her but she was going wild with want.

“I-I just do this for a while, till I feel my stomach get tighter…” She told him in a breathy tone, practically whimpering at him. No one’s ever heard her speak like that, but she had a feeling Harry would love it. “I-fuck! Mmm…” She shuddered as a small wave of pleasure flooded her system.

“Sometimes I use a toy.”

Harry was the luckiest son of a bitch to be able to witness this shit. He had a feeling that she wasn’t usually so… open this way. She was fully nude but it was more in the way she was a bit shy. Not uncomfortable but as if she was new to this. It had to be him.

Her cunt was fucking perfect. He had to restrain himself from getting up and touching her right now because she was just so fucking tempting.

“You do?” He questioned, quietly pulling at the end of his belt. “Just lay there like that and touch yourself? You look so good doing it.” He praised. “Such a gorgeous cunt. It’s already so wet.” He was hoping it was caused because of him.

“What toys do you use? I want to know how you pleasure yourself. Have to be good to a pussy as pretty as that. Can understand why you have this house.” He smirked a little, watching her eyes widen. “But it’s never been like this for your little followers, yeah? You don’t get this wet for them? Only for me.”

“Yes, only for you!” She swallowed thickly, straining her neck just a  because her fingers really weren’t doing enough. Y/N was beyond horny, her body warm and worked up. She wanted to ask Harry to touch her, she wanted his help, but she promised herself she would be good. If he was controlling himself, so should she.

Instead, Y/N reached over to her bedside table where she pulled out three of her favorite toys. They weren’t all designed to make masturbating look sexy, maybe the wand and the vibrating dildo? But her favorite had to be the one that was designed to suck on her clit.

“This one…” She felt a shiver just at the thought. “Feels so good.” Y/N told him, looking up at him with her lustful hazy eyes. “I like to… put it right here— ah!” She squeaked, feeling the vibrator come to life and began to suction against her most precious parts.

“Feels so good Harry.” She told him in what sounded like a painful sob, “but you’d feel so much better.”

Fuck. 

Harry watched with anticipation as she grabbed toys out of her drawer. Jesus. He was feeling aroused already.

“It looks like it does, sweet thing.” He murmured, undoing his belt. She was spread out, showing Harry exactly what she was doing. The toy immediately began to do its work, making him smile. She needed to cum so badly, she had a toy stimulating her and she was still thinking about him.

“I know I’d feel a lot better. So much more wet. Wouldn’t be able to close your pretty thighs. How long have you been thinking about my mouth on you, baby?” The clink of his belt being pulled off was the only other sound in the room besides her pants and the buzzing from the toy, music drowning out into white noise.

He loved the noises she made. The slight sob when she said his name. Her shaky whimpers. He wanted more.

“Let me hear what you’ve been thinking about. D’you want me to touch myself too?” Seeking permission but also teasing because she looked like she would jump at the chance. “You’ve got me worked up. S’a bit tight in here.”

“Yes, please!” Y/N begged, desperate to see just how much she had effected him. He had been so calm and collected all day, she felt so naked in all senses of the word and the authority in his tone matched with his fully clothed body made her feel so small. It got her excited.

From her time online she figured out a lot of things about her sexuality. One being that she liked to experiment and have fun, but two is that she didn’t like showing her deepest desires online. These desires were saved for herself and for hookups… but even those didn’t get to see her the way Harry was seeing her now. Hearing her a whiny pleading mess.

“Been thinking—“ She squeaked again, “thinking about you since… the Halloween party where you came as a pirate. You got so drunk you were so— oh my god!” Her breath hitched, hips bucking up. “You just didn’t care as much, you were so touchy— you were so close to my neck, your lips looked so soft. I just know you’re such a good kisser…” She groaned, “you wouldn’t stop fucking me with your eyes!”

She was telling the truth. Harry had been fucking her with his eyes. He had been wanting to grab at her hips and bite on the curve of her neck and bend her over the sticky counter to spank her. But he hadn’t.

“I was, wasn’t I? You looked so cute. Little playboy bunny.” He popped the button of his pants lazily undoing the zipper. Anticipation was getting her off and he could see it.

“All the way since then? You’ve been fantasizing about my hands all over that pretty body… my mouth… all of it?” Peeling down the fabric of his pants and briefs at the same time, he lifted himself up to stand. Approaching the bed slowly, taking himself in his hand but keeping the other one out to silently tell her to stay there.

“And now m’doing it again. Fucking your with my eyes while you’re using a silly little toy to suck on your clit. You wish it was my mouth.” He smiled down at her as he got close, placing his hand under her chin.

“You look so perfect, angel.” His coo was tender as he looked down at her, lifting her chin. “Spit in my hand. Keep touching.” The man warned as he saw her squirm and look like she was about to get up. His restraint was good, but he was trying to keep it how he wanted it.

“I do!! I do, I do wish it was your mouth!” Y/N was out of breath, a panting, whining mess as she tried to keep her eyes open and looking into his. Her mouth felt dry, lips opening and parting in search for her voice. Feeling his grip strengthen on her jaw, she blinked up at him doing her best to gather the spit in the back of her throat.

It was filthy, the sound she made when she spat on his hand. There was a long strand of spit following her bottom lip, she didn’t even bother cleaning it up. Y/N felt like he would enjoy the visual. Blinking a few tears away from her eyes, she let out a moan feeling herself getting closer to an orgasm with the added pressure she applied.

“I’m so close, baby, can I? please, please, pleaseeee”

Harry looked down at her. How she was begging him, how she looked wrecked just from the toy and her slightly trembles. A line of spit connecting her lip and his hand, it was a filthy, beautiful fucking sight that had him gripping his cock with his now wet hand and stroking himself, covering the length with the mess and taking in the sight in front of him.

“Go. Cum for me, sweet girl.” He wanted her to let go first. Make her loose and soft and pliant for him to be the most at ease she could. His hand stroked himself in slow drags, watching as he looked above her as she arched up and shook. Her grip on the toy loosened as she began to tremble but he took a risk, placing his hand on hers and pressing it to her cunt even harder.

The suction of the toy on her clit had sparks going from her bones, Harry watching as the orgasm began to take over her. “That’s my girl. Come on… let go. Makin’ me so fucking hard, look so fucking beautiful. Go.”

He didn’t mind his fingertips getting wet, didn’t mind how she was chasing the feeling. Eyes focused on hers and how they began to roll back. “For me.”

The feeling was indescribable.

With one last throaty groan and gasp of air, Y/N felt one of the strongest orgasms she’d had take over her body and soul. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done this a thousand times before on her own, but Harry being there made all the difference.

“Harry…” She breathed out pathetically, allowing her hand to reach up and rest just above his hip. The small sliver of skin she felt warm to the touch, toned yet perfectly soft. He was everything she ever dreamed he’d be and more.

Even in her post orgasmic state she was too focused on how angry his cock looked, how she desperately wanted him to feel just as she just had. She could think about her actions later. Abandoning her toy she shifted so she was sitting up, guiding Harry to fully relax beside her.

“Please let me… let me touch you.” She whispered, aching to mount him and smother him in her affections like she had been waiting for this whole time. She felt wild with desire, wanting nothing more than to satisfy the man who’d shown her nothing but respect.

Harry initiated contact first, using his free hand to card through her hair and push it back as it had gotten a bit messy in her activities. Being gentle and tender with her as she had just fucking came for him, he was soft with her and searched her face for her true emotion.

She wanted to touch him.

“I suppose you can. You were a very good girl.” He sighed, moving his thumb and brushing over her bottom lip. There was no resistance when he pushed it into her mouth, immediately taking it in and beginning to suck on it.

It was fucking sexy. Pushing the digit inside and pulling it almost all the way out, just to press it further back and press down on her tongue, he watched her cheeks hollow as she tried to show him just how good her mouth could be.

“You are a slut, aren’t you?” His tone was gentle. “Greedy. But I like you like this. You’re being so good and not jumping on me like I know you want to. Sucking on my finger like it’s my cock… is that what you want?” He paused, pulling his finger out of her mouth and smearing her own spit over the bottom lip, dragging it down before it snapped back into place.

“Do you want to feel my cock down your throat, sweet girl? Do you think you can handle it? Much bigger than your toys.”’

“I can do it!” She exclaimed, voice hoarse from the strain she had put on her throat. “I can— I can make you feel so good.” Y/N reached farther up his shirt, nails digging into his back just enough to get the reaction she was looking for.

“Let me see you,” She whispered in his ear, hot breath fanning over the skin of his neck. Y/N dared to pressed her lips just below his ear, keeping it gentle though she wanted more. He had treated her with such care today and she’d be damned if she didn’t do the same for him.

With a soft hum, Harry paused his movements and tugged off his shirt in one swift motion. He couldn’t help but smile at the look of udder adoration she had plastered on her face. But despite his cock aching for release, he still felt he needed to ask.

“You’ve been holding back for so long… why?” Harry asked, hissing when he felt his own hand on his cock be replaced by her own. Slowly as to not alarm her, he gently leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek.

“D-didn’t think you saw me in that way…” It was true. She figured if he was interested he’d make it known just like all the others had. Thought maybe Mitch would tell her but he didn’t budge, neither did Sarah. So she stuck to her pining only to be left confused that night at the Halloween party. “And I don’t take rejection well.”’

“M’sorry, sweetheart.” He genuinely was. “I didn’t want you to feel… objectified. Didn’t want you to think I was like the rest of them. Just wanting your body.” He cupped the side of her neck, letting his nose drag over her cheek.

Harry had struggled internally with going for her or not. She had always said she enjoyed the single life… “Always said you were enjoying being single… I didn’t want t’make you feel awkward. M’not the type of man who shares someone. But I see you aren’t either.” He never assumed she was someone who was easy. She just enjoyed sex. But Harry liked commitment. He liked definition in relationships.

“Do you like me, sweetheart?” He was trying his best to keep himself smooth and soft. It’s how he liked to do things. A softer form of being a dominant man. “Like me more than just wanting my cock? Hm? I need to know before we do anything else.” It was a gentle warning.

“If we do it… I don’t share. You can make all the videos you want. But no one outside of that can touch you. A job is a job. But this… intimacy, vulnerability… I want to own it.”

Own her.

Her eyes searched his for any hint of dishonesty, but she never found any. She’d never had. Y/N couldn’t believe he was actually suggesting she be his entirely, she would be convinced it was all a dream if she couldn’t feel the weight of his cock in the palm of her hand.

“I like you so much, Harry— I always have,” Y/N spoke as she continued to thumb just behind the head of his cock. “You were never like everyone else, it made me nervous. Didn’t know how to act around you, was scared you’d find out how I really was and wouldn’t like it anymore.” With a little more confidence and a little added pressure to his cock she continued.

“I was always yours to take.” Y/N couldn’t deny it. If this is how being with Harry felt every time, she’d never need anyone else ever again. “You already own me, don’t you see…”

Harry liked the sound of that.

He lowered his lips to hers, unable to stop it. Pressing into her mouth with a pleased hum, claiming that mouth as his own. Her confession for to him. Stroking his ego and his damn cock at the same time, calling herself his already.

It had been going at a slow boil. Stolen glances and time together at parties where he kept his respectful distance– except the one time he had gotten drunk and was unable to control his want for her, giving into the need to be close. Now he had permission.

She tasted like cherry, tart and sweet and his favorite fruit. Holding the side of her neck and placing his hand over hers, guiding her to stroke him a bit harder. Showing her it wouldn’t hurt.

“I like you too, baby.” He murmured against her mouth. “Give yourself to me… and I’ll give myself to you. Prettiest work of art I’ve ever seen. And you’ll let me own it.” His hand moved to cover her whole throat, a steady grip but not squeezing. Just a sign of his ownership.

“My best girl. Giving yourself to me… that’s exactly what I wanted. Keep stroking… but I want your mouth. Show me how good my girl is.” He gave a gentle squeeze to her throat, biting her lower lip just slightly before letting go.

Now that she was his she felt like nothing could stop her. It wasn’t that she needed him to thrive, but rather, she finally had someone to care for her in a way that she couldn’t care for herself.

Chasing his lips for once final sloppy kiss, Y/N pushed his chest until he softly landed among the pillows of her bed. She wasted no time with teasing or kisses, they her both had enough of that. Instead, she held eye contact as she gathered the spit from her mouth to cover him all over again.

“Next time you’ll be doing the spitting yeah? In my mouth preferably.” She told him as a matter of factly, not giving him a chance for rebuttal as she wrapped her lips around his red tip.

“Such a perfect cock.” She hummed as she pulled off, sponging kisses up and down his length before running over the same spots with her tongue. “So fucking sexy, do you even know? How all the girls on campus talk about you?” Y/N cooed, returning his cock to her warm and wet mouth.

Holy fuck.

Harry dipped his head back as he felt her mouth cover the tip, his hand grabbing the fistful of hair and keeping it out of her face as she sunk her mouth down slightly.

He hadn’t expected her to switch so quickly but god, it was fucking hot. Given the go ahead, she was going to show him exactly how good and dirty she could be. Spitting in her mouth? He would be more than happy to do that. He would be making a mess of her at some point, but right now he felt light headed with her lips worshipping his cock.

“Fuck…” he swallowed, eyes closing as he took in the perfect heat and her tongue running over the ridge as she sucked. “No, I don’t know how they talk about me, baby.” It was true. He wasn’t too well versed in the gossip, in his own little world. “Why don’t you tell me what they say. Spit on it, get it wet. Tell me what the girls say about me.”

“Have everyone wrapped around your fingers and you don’t even know it? Hmm.” This time around she wasn’t so slow with it, spitting on his cock in a manner that would make even the devil blush. Y/N smirked, using her tongue to spread it around, lips kissing and sucking the sides of his shaft every now and then.

“Pouty lips, dreamy eyes, dimples, but fuck do they love your thighs.” Y/N hummed and leaned down to capture part of his inner thigh between her teeth for a second before kissing and licking over the area. “I can’t blame them, though, can I baby? Always look so good in your pants hmm, fit you so well… think about riding them all the time.” She took his cock into her mouth again, moaning against him at the thought.

“And your arms…” She spoke breathlessly, spitting on his dick once again. “These girls would give anything for you to smile their way, but none of them catch your eye though do they, hmm? It’s just me.” The smile she had on was evil, lowering her head down on to him once again. This time determined to make him finish.

She was naughty.

Harry got his first glimpse. Naughty and possessive. At least they matched. It was beyond hot, hearing her talk about him like that and then preen over the fact it was only her who got his eye.

“Fuck me… mmm, it is just you, angel. Christ. Such a good fucking mouth.” She didn’t hold back at all. The girl was making a mess, not worried about anything other than making him cum. Her sweet voice was laced with arousal, hand sticky with a mix of them both, and Harry was in heaven.

“Always been told m’a bit of a narcissist, but hearing that makes me very happy.” He stroked her hair, watching every centimeter she took into her mouth as her lips stretched around him.

“Made you jealous, baby? Hearing them say all these things… but now you’ve got my cock down your throat in your bed. Got me callin’ you my best fucking girl. God, you take it so well.” His eyes blurred as he felt her choke a bit on it, tugging her hair to pull her up.

“Careful, fuck. Feels so good but I don’t want you hurting yourself.” He watched her face panic as he pulled her away from his cock, making him smile. He felt crazy, but in a good way.

“Who are you going to brag to now that m’yours, hm? Tell me.” He wanted to hear more. Stroking himself with his hand wrapped around hers again but keeping him from her mouth. “Want to watch their faces fall when they find out m’yours? You’re a vengeful little thing. Sexy girl.”

“Mmm won’t have much time for bragging, I doubt I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you.” Y/N wasn’t at all shy, especially not about PDA. It wouldn’t be long till the two of them saw each other on campus and with their relationship now secure and confirmed, she had no problems with showing off what was hers.

“You make me so fucking horny for no reason at all, I feel like a teenage boy sometimes the way I want to jump your bones.” She groaned, feeling the warmth return to her cheeks. “I wanna make you cum.” The girl looked like a pleading puppy, “I wanna make you feel so good, Harry, tell me how I can make you feel good? Anything you want…”

Harry let out a dark chuckle, lips finding hers again in a few sloppy pecks. He couldn’t believe this was the same girl from earlier or even the one he knew around his friends. He was pleased with how obedient she was but knew this all stemmed from a place a hurt, a desire to be nurtured and for a sense of belonging.

“You already are making me feel good, my angel girl.” He soothed. The poor thing wanted to please him, and she was more than she could ever anticipate. “Just take me the way you want now. Been so well behaved for me, my girl. I want to cum down your throat and taste it on you, yeah? Then we can take our pretty pictures.”

There wasn’t much room for debate because as soon as he loosened the grip, she surged back for his cock, taking it between her lips and taking as much as she could, losing herself in the actions. No shame at all.

Harry fucking loved it.

“Yes, that’s it. Doin’ so fucking perfect.” He groaned lowly into the air, head tilted back with the pleasure of the suction. “Talented little mouth, and it’s all mine. Suck it– mmm, you know how I like it already.” There would be little teaching with her sexually because she was able to do exactly what he wanted already– and that was a gift.

“Close. So close– give me your eyes.” The request was intimate. He wanted to see her eyes. “Tip, focus on that… fuck, use your hand. That’s my fucking girl… Shit.”  the praises fell from his mouth easily, rewarding her for her efforts.

It wasn’t long before he was twitching in her mouth, the pulsing showing her that her speed and motions of her tongue right over the ridge was doing its job perfectly. “Gonna cum.”

Y/N was pleased with herself as she felt hot strings of cum fill her throat and mouth. Tearing up a bit, she didn’t stop her actions. Instead, she continued sucking him till he was just as much of a whiny sensitive mess as she had been.

“Baby, baby, please…” He pleaded, pulling her off of him by the back of her head and guiding her lips to his for a passionate kiss. Harry was breathless, but he couldn’t stop kissing her. It was arguably to hottest sex he had ever had. Never had anyone who was so willing and eager to please him, it made both his ego and his confidence grow.

“So… perfect.” Harry cooed, pressing sweet kisses all along her cheeks, jaw, and neck. “Nice and relaxed for me to take some pictures now, yeah?”

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[gnwkiss]

﹒⪩ LIMITLESS - SHEN RICKY ⪨﹒

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

IN WHICH, ricky’s love for you has no limits

GENRE, fluff

WARNINGS, mild language

note: this is my first time writing in like a year so pls bare with my ugly, disgusting writing 😓

You knew what you were getting into when you first started dating Ricky; you even made a list cause your friend Hanbin suggested it. It was meant to be a pons and cons list, but it turned into just a pros list as Ricky’s only con was not being able to do a heart… which meant a lot to you okay, but Hanbin didn’t think so, so he erased it. The number one thing on the list was being spoiled, it was Ricky’s way of showing his love, but he doesn’t let you buy anything for yourself. If he saw you come home with shopping bags, you already know he will take you out the next day to make up for you spending your money. You hated it sometimes, but it was just him and, you couldn’t change that. The least he lets you do is leave a tip… that’s it. Whenever you bring it up, Ricky says it’s because his love for you is like the money in his bank account, limitless. So when it was your birthday, the first one with you and Ricky being together, you knew what to expect… or so you thought. 

You woke up that morning blinded by the light shining through. Rubbing your eyes, you looked down at the sleeping lover boy next to you. You looked at him for a minute just admiring his beauty, you swore you’d never seen him so peaceful. You placed your hand on his face because he looked unreal like you were still dreaming. You regret ever doing that cause a few seconds later a small smile starts to form on his face, and he shifted, which meant your cold ass hands woke him up… never again. His eyes slowly started to open and adjust to the light, just like you did minutes ago. As soon as his eyes met yours it was like you were seeing him for the first time again. To this day, he still makes you nervous just by silly eye contact. He leaned in and kissed the corner of your lips, “Morning birthday girl.” He had the cutest little smile on his face knowing he can just do that whenever now. 

You held an admiring look while he turned over to reach into his bedside table drawer, pulling something out of it. You started to get excited, because who wouldn’t over a present, which is what you thought it was. You sat up as he finally found what he was looking for. He turned back to you, but didn’t let you see what he held in his hand, “Close your eyes for me.” 

“What are we 5? Please just show me!” You whined as you thought it was silly. Ricky shook his head in disagreement.

“Nope! I’ll cover them myself if I have to.” You let out an exaggerated sigh and mumbled a fine. Once he knew you weren’t looking, he opened up your hands and put a velvet box in them. Your face lit up, you knew it was jewelry, and the blonde knew how much you loved it. “Okay, open!” 

You found a little purple box in them with a pretty box wrapped around it. You carefully unwrapped the bow, because it probably took him a couple tries to get perfect and you didn’t want to ruin it. Ricky just watched you open it so gently and he admired you for that. When you opened it you found a ring in it, a dainty silver ring. You picked it up to put it on but something caught your eye; something was engraved on it. You read it carefully. 

‘Because our love is limitless, happy birthday y/n’ 

Only then did you look up and saw Ricky holding his hand up, an identical ring to the one in the box glimmered in the light. “I have a matching one, obviously it doesn’t say happy birthday y/n, but I thought we could go today and get whatever you want engraved on it?” 

You just sat there with water building up in your eyes, man did you loved him so much. He saw your eyes watering and began to panic, “What? y/n, do you not like it? Cause I have like 30 others if you don’t.” He put his hands on your shoulders for a second and then began to get up to go get the other gifts waiting for you in the living room. 

You caught his hand, your fingers grazing over the band on his finger, and shook your head. “No, No I love it, Ricky. So much, and I love you so much.” He sat back down taking your hand in his and a smile broke through on his face. 

“Good cause I already set up the appointment and I would hate to cancel on them” You both laughed with each other. As you were about to get up, he took your hand and the ring and gently slid it on your finger. Before letting go, he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it. 

The rest of the day was filled with Ricky barely letting you move a single muscle, but that morning was the best moment to happen between you two.

#shen ricky #zb1 ricky #zb1 imagines #zb1 drabbles #zb1 x reader #ricky x reader #boys planet #boys planet x reader #boys planet drabbles

[kess-in-the-perthchimzone]

In defense of Dangerous Romance

I am genuinely so confused by like 80% of the criticism I have been seeing of Dangerous Romance and since it increasingly has moments it drowns the tag, I felt compelled to take some time to put thoughts to paper in defense of the show. Obviously there is always going to be an extent to which a piece of media just doesn’t work for someone personally, which is totally fine! For example, I will never be obsessed with OF no matter how much I enjoy seeing the gifs on Saturdays, because at my heart I’m a big ole romantic sap and it is REAL MESSY (affectionate).

But there are two things I really don’t understand I’ve seen said about DR —

Feedback about the overall tone of the show — specifically that it wasn’t as dark as expected or that the bully scenes weren’t more dragged out. And the reason this one confuses me is because I feel like people just made up this expectation in their minds?? There were TWO trailers and TWO (now three) music videos about Dangerous Romance and they are absolutely chock full of two boys being obsessed with spending time with each other — smiling at each other, giving each other cheek kisses, holding hands, etc. Did people not watch those? It’s not really fair to say that a show isn’t what you thought it would be when the show pretty accurately so far told you exactly what it would be.

Complaints about the B plot being prioritized right now. Let me explain this one a bit. To use a very familiar example, there’s been a lot of discussion this week comparing Bad Buddy and DR. Bad Buddy had two major plot points: the conflict with the friends, which was prioritized in the first half of the show, because it was lighter and more prone to shenanigans; and then the conflict with the families, which ripped our fucking hearts out.

Right now, Kang is yes, getting a little more development (the B plot). But here’s the thing — he had to develop for Sailom to be able to be with him. He had to start growing and changing as a person for that to be possible. And at the end of the day we are watching a BL — where the end goal is for the two main characters (because there are two) to end up together.

I also find some of the criticism of Kang’s storyline to be inadvertently condescending towards Sailom. Because while the show has Kang saving Sailom repeatedly via external actions (primarily getting him money), Sailom is also doing the same to Kang. But his saving is internal, so less visible. Kang would have continued to drown in his own misery and anger and cruelty if weren’t for all of Sailom’s interventions. To me, Sailom is the hero in Kang’s story.

It seems pretty undeniable to me that Sailom’s story is going to become the significant focus in the back half of the show. Going back to the trailers, we know we’re going to see Saifah get arrested, Sailom returning to escorting, and Sailom getting held hostage (not sure this is quite the right word) just to name a few.

All of these are focused on Sailom. All of them are either directly tied to his poverty or will have repercussions on his financial situation. Yes, Kang is present for many of these moments that we’ve seen, but he is the second love interest in the show?? So I would be pretty freaking disappointed if he wasn’t.

If at the end of these 12 episodes all that happened is Kang played the rescuer over and over, then becoming Sailom’s sugar daddy, I will join people in critiquing the plot. But I’m willing to be patient because I believe they are going somewhere and I think it’s going to lead to a beautiful payoff.

But right now, as fun as it is as a plot device, DR is showing us pretty clearly that the way Sailom is financially dependent on Kang’s family is NOT healthy for them long-term, despite the ways has allowed them to bond and develop feelings (exhibit #1: Sailom having to ask permission to go home to sleep the night Kang rejected his confession). What will matter is if Dangerous Romance will allow them to meet on equal footing at the end - to not have Sailom be reliant on Kang, but instead be a more equal partner (who can still be allowed to occasionally enjoy what Kang might want to give him).

This is (hopefully) ultimately a love story about two people from very different backgrounds who will make things work despite all odds and I, for one, am so excited to be on this ride.

#dangerous romance #dangerous romance the series #meta meta meta #kess babbles about dangerous romance