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cursingtoji · 7 months

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29 w/ Yuki jjk x fem reader? Im so gay for her 🫠

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ┊ a fun night in with your horny rommie

ᥫ᭡ tags. roommate! yuki x fem reader, wlw, drunk sex, fingering, tribadism, lots of kissing (have you seen her lips), dom!yuki, mention of a strap, humping, she calls you babygirl. 1.3k words. The Clichés ™

“Here” Yuki hands you a cup of water, holding a second one for herself as she stumbles a little before sitting down across the couch.

Both you and your roommate left for a night out with friends, they decided to extend the night by going to a club but with a simple exchange of looks you both decided to go back home.

“Maybe I should’ve gone to the club too… I could blow some steam” she confesses getting comfortable on the couch and putting her feet on the cushions, you mirror her.

“Please, I’ve seen you reject every guy that offers to buy you a drink for the past two months” you laugh.

“I said nothing about a guy” she adds and an awkward silence settles, “Ya haven’t even considered I might be into girls too?” she sits up.

“We’ll…” you want to say you haven’t seen her with a girl before so you didn’t want to jump into conclusions.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

She gets closer and you retract your legs.

“Are you into girls?” her tone is lower, more seductive, you look into her hooded eyes, your vision is not as sharp due to all the alcohol you both consumed tonight.

Yuki’s hand sets on your thigh, where the thin fabric of your trousers is not enough to keep you from feeling her warmth.

Yuki is truly gorgeous, tall with golden hair and a phenomenal body that has people breaking their necks when passing by her.

She’s well aware of this too, since she has no problem walking with nothing but a pair a panties after she showers, the first time you saw her bare chest was when she was blowing her hair with the bathroom door wide open, she smiled and said she would be freeing up the bathroom in just a few minutes while you stood there mouth agape.

“I might be” you murmur looking up at her.

So when she leans in you don’t question or protest, she naturally settles herself between your legs and lowers till her lips are softly brushing yours.

“Am I your first?” he whispers, her breath has a faint beer and strawberry smell that intoxicates you even further.

“No” you stare at her glossy lips, that’s probably where the strawberry scent comes from.

“Liar” she hushes before capturing your lips, she does it very slowly, allowing her lips to gaze over yours, the lip balm helping create an easy slide motion. Her soft mewls go straight to your pussy as he sucks on your bottom lip, the make out session quickly turns you on, your legs are open for her and she doesn’t waste the opportunity to slide her hand between them and rubbing her palm on you, that’s enough for your mouth to open in a gasp and her tongue find yours turning the seductive kiss into something more urgent.

“Mmph you’re a good kisser” you breathe out when she sits up to pull her shirt off.

“‘m good at a lot of things” she winks helping you remove your pants. You can see she’s getting a bit more desperate as she doesn’t care about fully removing your top, only pushing it up along with your bra then pressing kisses on your breasts.

“How drunk are you?” you giggle softly combing her hair and pushing your breasts into her face.

“Mm drunk enough to make this more fun” she bites your nipple and you hiss “Can’t believe you were hidin’ these from me” she squeezes your boobs together and lap at both simultaneously, her face is face is flushed and all you want is for her to keep kissing you breathless.

The space on the couch is narrow for the two of you, yet she manages to lie down next to you, half of her body touching the couch and the other half on top of you.

Yuki got rid of her pants and bra previous to that, now her heavy breasts lay on top of yours while she keeps your thigh between her legs, softly grinding her soaked cunt on you.

Yuki is not the type to leave her partner unsatisfied, she has her fingers down your panties, making a mess on your underwear and the couch.

You search for her lips again, wanting to be as close to her as possible while she explores your intimacy, she gives in of course, even with her glossy eyes she can she the lust in yours, having your pretty moans echo through the dark living room sounds like a dream to her. So naturally she gives what you’re wishing for and kisses you again, and because she’s slightly above you, you have to angle your head higher.

Everything about your body screams submission to Yuki, having you like putty under her only contributes for the knot in her core threat to snap.

She cares about your pleasure too, but now she’s grinding faster, her fingers try to keep a steady rhythm in you as she drags her clit harder on your thigh with her tongue deep inside your mouth.

“Yuki. . .” you whimper slightly turning and having her hardened nipple gazing yours.

“Mmmph so good” she moans letting go of your lips to close her eyes and get lost in the feeling. You go for her neck, nibbling the soft skin and allowing yourself to feel her scent, identifying a bit of what the bathroom smells like after she showers, it’s intoxicating. She’s intoxicating.

The heel of her palm bumps into your clit ever so often, your hand find her breast, your palm feels tiny against her voluptuous boob, it’s so soft all you can think about is burying your head in them after a stressful day and having her play with your pussy.

“Fuck, ‘m cummin’ babygirl nnhg—” she has such beautiful moans you have to bite your lips to hear only her. Her thighs are strong, gripping yours hard as she rides out her orgasm twitching ever so slightly against you.

Yuki moves to be above you, pressing her whole body on top of yours then taking one of your legs and holding it high on her waist, you don’t realize what she’s doing until she moves your underwear aside and presses her warm cunt on yours.

You gasp loudly, “You like it? Dirty girl. . .” she smiles nibbling on your ear, “So wet, guys can’t make you this wet, can they?” you shake your head, her hip game is unmatched, got you thinking what could she do with a strap.

She slowly drags her pussy along yours, you have no idea who’s more wet, both your juices are now combined.

Maybe getting drunk with your roommate was the best idea you had so far, the relaxed state of mind made you forget everything and just surrender yourself to her, focusing on feeling every part of her against yours, feeling her swollen clit hit rubbing on yours as sounds of wet skin fill the room.

You finish moaning her name with your eyes closed and hands holding her ass so she wouldn’t get away from you.

“So pretty” she coos watching you fall apart under her.

Once the high of your orgasm settles, she kisses your lips then sucks your tongue on her plump lips, you’re still softly moaning on the mouth of the best kisser you ever met.

“Let’s go, this couch ‘s too small” she raises then fall in the couch before raising again and taking your hand.

You giggle together, stumbling on nothing since you can’t take your hands off each other and no one is sober enough to guide the other. Once you managed to find her bed she pulls you into her lap, lips back on yours as she plans another night to get drunk with you.

a/n. congratulations if you got this far now you’re officially into women. no take backs.

#yuki x reader #yuki tsukumo #yuki tsukumo x reader #yuki x fem reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #yuki smut

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lesbiten · 2 years

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yeah it's coal hill school do you think the weirdest thing to ever happen there is a teacher implying she kissed jane austin

on one hand. no youre right. on the OTHER hand. its really funny how THATS where she decided to end her lesson

#'shes a phenomenal kisser btw.' (stares longingly out of a window)#its so funny #every single second of these episodes is absolute nonsense i fucking love them with all my heart #asks #mutuals tag

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sweatervest-obsessed · 2 months

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Touch Me Baby

A Sneak Little preview of a fic I've been sitting on for a while now!!

What happens when your best friend, and college roommate, Robin Buckley, finally convinces her best friend from home to come and visit the two of you? And then what happens when the two of you realize that whatever it is between you, could ruin everything?

With slight inspiration from Naked in Manhattan by Chappell Roan since I have had that song on repeat for weeks now. But because the song is dirty....the fic shall be too. We're talking slow burn, we're talking inch away from more than just friends, we're talking smut.

This is my first ever LONG fic for Steve, I think it's at like 12k now and will most likely be around 16k when finished. I love hearing all of your thoughts too!! They mean so much to me!!

Mark your Calendars for March 1 at 5 pm babes !!!

Preview Below!!

“I’m a phenomenal kisser, excuse you.”

You smiled and nudged her with your elbow. “Sure thing Birdie. You’re def not at the bottom of my list. I think Malcolm is—remember him?”

Robin burst into laughter. Steve looked between the two of you, extremely confused by the entire situation—it was written all over his face.

“He used to—” You couldn’t breathe because of how hard you were laughing. The sentence was virtually unfinishable. “He-He would…” You tried to take a few breaths. “He would, uh, spray cologne in his mouth instead of using a mint because he thought that’s what it was for—”

You and Robin collapsed against one another, back into your fits of laughter. This had Steve cracking up, not just at the fact that this man was stupid, but because you and Robin’s laughs were contagious.

“She didn’t figure it out until the fourth date.” Robin blurts out, causing you to wipe away the tears in your eyes and shove her slightly.

“Shut UP. I only kissed him like twice before then and it was just pecks.”

You caught a glance of Steve out of the corner of your eye, and he was looking right at you. Your breath caught in your throat for a moment and the two of you stopped time for a moment. The corner of Steve’s mouth quirked up into a smile before he broke eye contact and looked back at Robin.

“Wood in the mouth takes a whole new meaning—”

“Oh please. Don’t even start. At least I didn’t date a married woman–”

“WHAT.”

Your eyes widened and you looked at Steve. “She didn’t tell you?”

Robin started hitting your arm. “No. I. did. Not!”

You laughed and used one of your hands to shove hers away from you. “It was like a three month relationship but she realized–”

Robin shifted tactics and clamped a hand over your mouth so you couldn’t finish the sentence. After a moment she made a gagging sound and quickly pulled her hand away. “Did you just fucking lick my hand?”

You winked at her and looked back at Steve. “She knew this woman’s wife too. A month into dating Robs found out. Rough semester.”

“Oh my god. Robin. Who are you? What else have you done that I don’t know about?”

“That’s it. If you’re going to tell him all of my wrong doings, I’m out.” Robin downed her drink and stood up. She kissed your cheek and grabbed her purse off of the chair she was sitting on.

“Remember to wear protection there kid.”

She rolled her eyes and turned towards Steve. “I know I—”

“Robs, seriously, it’s okay. Go have fun. I have been traveling all day. And I don’t mind talking to Y/n—”

“Unlike someone here I’m not going to abandon you Steve, don’t worry.”

Steve’s hand rested over his heart. “You’re too kind.”

Robin scoffed, but was smiling the whole time. “Don’t wait up mom. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And with that, she left you and Steve sitting in the bar.

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smurphyse · 9 months

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Get Me Out of Here Alive | Spencer Reid

Smurph's Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Part 8 of Routine Maintenance

Warnings: mentions of grief, self realization, mentions of nightmares, bad flirting, awkward ask outs, descriptions of sex, masturbation

Summary: You decide to go on a run to get rid of some of your pent up energy. Meanwhile, Spencer and Emily go to the diner and Spencer gets roped into a date

I didn't sleep at all. Instead, I laid in Spencer’s flannel and my underwear all night staring at the ceiling, my lips still buzzing from his rough kisses. I could still feel his hands on me, his tight caresses… and the way he lifted me and shoved me against the wall… fuck.

It all happened so fast. All day something had been charged between us but that walk back to the Inn was different. I don't sleep with every guy who gives me a jacket on a chilly night but… if Rose and Emily hadn't come back when they did I would have screwed Spencer Reid until those pretty hazel eyes bugged out of his head.

…oh, but that kiss.

With his scraggly beard and long hair, I wouldn't have pegged him for a skilled kisser. If he fucked the way he kissed…maybe I should have just taken him upstairs after that. Emily and Rose’s words had obliterated any chance of that, though. Looking at him and knowing he was broken was fine, but the implication that we could somehow fix one another? No. No thank you.

My mind kept flashing back to his hands on my breasts, my ass, my face. My thighs clenched together each time and all I wanted was to reach into my dresser drawer and use my vibrator until it died but something about it felt weird. Delightfully dirty…but weird enough that I stopped myself.

His scent lingered on the fabric. Soft notes of bergamot were flushed with cinnamon from his cologne. Now it stained my sheets, as though he were lying next to me. I wished he was. I didn't want to be alone.

At about four am, I reached for my landline and dialed Rico’s number, knowing he'd come and fuck me until I couldn't walk. At least then I'd be satiated. But as I stared at it, my finger hovering over the call button, I had to remind myself that we were just friends now. We'd repaired our friendship and that was where it needed to stay.

I tried calling Michelle next to talk to my best friend about it, but she didn't answer at home. I tried the diner. No answer.

I ended up tossing the phone across the room and plopping back on the mattress to glare at the ceiling.

Even his dick was thick and long through his pants, straining against the fabric. Fuck, I thought angrily, sweeping at the air to push the thought away.

I was trying to get my life together. Sleeping with a customer, even one who kissed like Spencer Reid, wasn't conducive to being a productive member of this town. That's what I wanted to be. Involved, helpful, maybe even happy. I needed to get myself out of this decade-long funk and do more than just exist here.

As soon as the sun started to peek through the windows, I got up and changed into a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt. I had a few light hickies on my neck from Spencer's phenomenal tongue and teeth action, but with a bit of concealer I would be the only one who knew about that.

I pulled on my running shoes and headed down the stairs. I flung open the door, ready to begin the second my feet hit the carpet on the first floor, but instead of berber I ran face first into Spencer's chest.

He caught me before I could fall on my ass, grabbing me with both arms and standing me upright. He hadn't put on his brace yet, but he was dressed. He looked better than I wanted him to in a purple button up, white tee and black jeans.

"Jesus, are you okay?" Spencer asked protectively, checking me over. His hands were hot even through my light sweatshirt, bleeding through and flashing me back to last night. "What are you in such a hurry for?"

"I was, uhm… I was running," I stammered. He cocked a brow as I struggled in my awkwardness to swallow and manage to say, "I'm going running."

"Oh," he nodded, like last night's events hadn't happened at all. "Okay."

"Do you wanna, like, go with me?" I asked, only semi hopefully.

"Oh, fuck no," he said sharply. I must not be as good at masking my emotions as I thought because he took one look at my face and held out his hands defensively. "Not because of last night… I just don't… do that."

I nodded, not really knowing what else to say. Spencer pointed down the hall toward Room 6. "Emily's leaving today, so we're going to breakfast. You should stop by, say goodbye to her."

"Okay," I agreed. I turned on my heel to literally run out the door, but Spencer reached out and grabbed my hand.

When I looked up at him, I could tell he was protecting himself. His shoulders were squared, jaw stiff, but his eyes were soft. "Are we… Are we good?"

"Yeah, of course," I blurted automatically, nodding my head much too emphatically. "Heat of the moment and all that."

"Right. Enjoy your run," he said quietly. Emily's door cracked open, and I saw my chance and took it, high tailing it out of the Inn.

I took off down the street, ignoring the turning heads from passersby. My heart already pounded in my chest, and I knew I'd be the talk of the town today because of the simple act of running, but I had other things on my mind.

Ernie and I used to run together before playing pickup soccer at the beach. It was our morning routine before heading to the Inn. He'd kiss me goodbye for the day and go to the shop, then join me for lunch. Rico would tag along sometimes, but mostly he just came for lunch because he knew I'd make extra for him.

The nights were just for me and my husband. We'd head out to the docks and mosey around the bay in our schooner. We'd cut through the waves, soaring toward the horizon with nothing but adventure in our hearts. We were so young, carefree. I don't know how I managed to be so brave at eighteen when now I was just terrified all the time.

The cicadas were deafening, their voices caught in the breeze. Loneliness threatened to drag me down into the sand as I hit the beach. It was strange to run without Ernie, like I could disappear.

But something hit me as I breathed in the salt air. It felt…good. I was here, I was alive, and like last night when I played that pickup game I finally felt like a person again. My lungs and heart pumped blood through my veins, my muscles burning as I pushed myself further and further.

I was still here. I wasn't going to disappear.

I stopped as I hit the edge of the ocean. The water was coming up, the high tide wouldn't hit until later in the morning. It inched toward my schooner where it sat down the beach. I had it set up so that if and when I was ready, all I needed was high water and I could bust out the supports, sending it out to sea.

If someone bombed heaven, the sky would look like it did now. Pink and orange lay fractured in outlines, scratching its way toward the water. Ernie should be walking next to me, and without him, all alone felt like all I'd ever be.

It wasn't true, though, and standing there exhausted with my hands on the back of my head I drank in the morning. So much beauty laid before me, the glistening waves dancing in the distance. A spark ignited in my heart at the sight, one I haven’t felt in so long it was almost brand new to me. My body shook suddenly with an emotion that I couldn’t explain as I had the overwhelming urge to just sprint into the water.

I toed off my shoes and tucked my socks inside them, dropping my sweatshirt on top. Sucking in a deep breath, I walked toward the water in just shorts and my sports bra. I haven't stepped foot in the ocean, not even a bit, in almost a decade. My jaw trembled as the cool morning water touched my skin.

Heat rushed to my ears as I struggled to quell my panic. I clenched my fists and moved forward anyway. The tops of my feet disappeared as I watched the horizon, then my ankles, until I was knee deep in my salvation and my torturer.

The wet sand pushed up between my toes, goosebumps breaking out across my body. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I let the water envelop me. The sand dipped down the further I went, the edges of my shorts soaking in the light waves.

I belonged out there. As much as I'd both loved and hated the ocean through my life, it was where I was the most myself. My heart called out to the distance, wishing the ocean would grow hands to hold me again. It brought me back to the surface the night the lightning struck and destroyed my life. It gave me yet another chance to live again, and I've squandered the last decade in misery.

I didn't realize how far I'd walked until the water hit my chest, soaking my collarbones and arms. Silently, I let the ocean surround me, the gentle waves lifting and pushing and pulling me as the water rose. I almost hoped it would take me out to sea, toward that horizon that I could never catch, but instead it pushed me toward shore.

Part of me knew it was just the coming high tide, but that adventurous spirit and superstitious soul that loved the ocean and its mysteries was convinced it was because it just wasn’t my time yet to return to her.

I made my way back to the shore and plopped down in the wet sand, suddenly more exhausted than I’d been in years. My heart broke open as I sat there, my head in my hands, and I cried for a long time by myself on that beach.

I have so much more living left to do. I'm just ready to start, but I have no idea how.

Spencer walked with Emily to Bean There, his mind churning over the previous night. Honey consumed his mind, and if he was being honest her awkwardness that morning hurt him just a little bit.

He understood it. After all, he'd left her just as awkwardly in the doorway to her apartment. Still, a part of him almost hoped she'd yell at him about it or try to make him talk. He felt so guilty, knowing that she was grieving and all he’d wanted was a quick fuck with the local widow. He couldn’t really tell her that, but it was a complicated emotion stabbing him in the chest.

He spent all night watching the sliding doors in his room, hearing the people mill about and continue their fun on the beach. He almost wanted to go back and join them, but his social anxiety crept up and refused to let him leave the bed.

Knowing she was just upstairs gutted him. He could have gone up and apologized, or kissed her again. He could have given her that friction they'd both been chasing, but all that confidence he'd had jumped out the window when Emily and Rose interrupted them.

Michelle greeted them with a smile and a wave of her coffee carafe as they entered the diner, clearly happy to see him again after the big tip he'd left earlier in the week. She looked a bit busy, her dark hair tossed up in a ponytail as she flitted between the tables.

Emily made a beeline for the same booth in the corner he had picked on his first day, right next to Rose, Rico, and Holly who sat together. Holly stared dreamily past them until Spencer slid between the table and whatever he was looking at, giving Emily the seat against the wall. He trusted her to watch his back.

"Hey Spencer!" Holly grinned brightly as he saw them, throwing a wave. "Hi Miss Emily."

Emily smiled at that and put a hand on his shoulder as she eased into the seat, “Hey, Holly. How are you this morning?” “Good,” he replied, but he gestured to Spencer with a quirked brow. “Have you seen Honey this morning? She usually joins us."

"I haven't," Emily said apologetically. She looked innocently at Spencer, who'd gone stock still like he'd been caught in the act though he'd done nothing wrong. "What about you, Spence?"

"Uhm, I-," he began, clearing his throat awkwardly. Rose squinted at him as Rico finally looked over with his mouth stuffed with waffles. Spencer shrugged and looked down at his hands, "She said she was going for a run."

Rico’s jaw dropped, his mouth filled with mashed food. Rose and Holly's eyebrows raised and they stopped what they were doing to stare at him.

"She went… running?" Rose asked incredulously.

Spencer glanced up at Emily, who shrugged in response. He nodded, "Yeah, like an hour ago."

"Was she upset?" Rico asked sharply, nearly making Spencer flinch. She'd been awkward around him, sure, but not angry or sad. He felt an inch away from getting into trouble, so he shook his head.

"No. Is her going for a run really that big of a deal?"

"Honey went for a run?" Michelle's voice came as she approached with some mugs for Spencer and Emily. They clinked lightly as they hung limply from her fingers. Her usually sweet and happy face dropped to concern.

“She… she seemed fine, I swear,” Spencer insisted, not really understanding what the big deal was. Everyone seemed so worried, and he and Emily were dreadfully in the dark. “She actually asked if I wanted to go with her, so I think she’s okay.”

“You?” Rico pressed, and Spencer nodded. He nodded to himself and looked back at his food with a frown. "Hmm."

"She'll come to us if she needs us," Rose decided. He picked up his cup and aimed it toward Michelle as she set Emily and Spencer's down on their table. "Would you mind giving me a refill, 'Chelle?"

Michelle obliged, pouring the thick black wonder that was her coffee into his cup. She turned to Holly, who was giving her that dreamy stare again, "What about you, Holl?"

He just watched her with a soft smile until Spencer couldn't take the tension any longer. He kicked him lightly between the tables, startling him out of his reverie.

"Oh, sure," he muttered, blushing furiously. His cheeks flush brightly, and he had to look away as Michelle filled his cup.

"You feelin' okay?" she asked worriedly.

Holly nodded at his lap, "Yeah, yeah…"

Michelle made a face, but she didn't press him. Rico gave Holly his trademark squint as she went back to work, hurrying between tables and the kitchen with her carafe. Spencer did his best to ignore it, but Rico didn't let up.

Holly still stared at his lap while Rose pretended not to notice, but even Emily couldn't help but smile at him curiously. Spencer decided to kick her under the table as well so she wouldn't get involved.

"Just leave it alone," he hissed lowly so only she could hear.

She made a face to let him know she was irritated, but decided to take a sip of coffee instead. "Where did you disappear to last night?"

Heat rushed to his cheeks. The lustful memory of himself pressed against Honey in the heat of the night surfaced, her soft moans echoing in his ear. He could almost feel her gripping his arms even now.

Spencer shrugged over his mug, "I got tired, so I went back to the room."

"You just went to bed?" Emily pressed. She leaned back against the booth and cocked a brow at him.

"Yes."

"Nothing else?"

"Emily-."

"Because I couldn't find Honey either," she mused, loud enough for Rose to obviously listen in on, but Rico was still glaring at Holly. "Did she come back with you?"

Now it was Spencer's turn to squint, and he did. His eyes narrowed at Emily. Why did all of his female friends want to play matchmaker?

"Drop it," he growled. Spencer picked up his mug and aimed it her way, "You're leaving in a few hours. Do we have to get into this now?"

"It'd be good for you to have some fun. You know, let loose, bang a pretty widow."

Rose coughed heavily into his cup, choking on his coffee. It seemed the one thing Emily hadn't figured out yet was that he was Honey's father in law. Spencer did his best to ignore it as Rico slapped Rose’s back to help him out.

"I'll decide what's good for me, okay?" Spencer groaned, trying desperately to avoid Rose’s now focused glare.

Emily let it go, and instead they ordered their food and chatted for a bit. It was impossible not to notice Holly's obvious staring at Michelle the longer they sat there. How he didn't see Rico eyeing him was beyond Spencer.

Michelle was beautiful, and she looked a lot like Collie. She wore a plain black tee and shorts with her blue apron, hurrying about with the practiced ease of an experienced waitress. She showed little sign of exhaustion, aside from her messy ponytail, offering every patron a warm smile and a cheeky comment.

"Did you fuck my sister?" Rico blurted out after a while, making Emily and Spencer go stock still. Rose’s gaze finally moved from Spencer to stare wide eyed at him.

Holly's face turned beat red as he dropped his utensils, "W-What? No, man!"

"Then why are you staring at her like that?" Rico pressed irritably, leaning forward. "What the hell is going on with you?"

Holly's voice lowered to avoid the gawking of the other customers. "I'm not…staring, dude. I'm not some creep."

Realization dawned, and Rico broke out in a slow smile, "Ohh, I get it. Just ask her out, man. She'd probably say yes."

"She's your sister, Rico. I'm not asking her out."

Rico shrugged and made a face, waving toward Michelle as she chatted with some customers. "She's a grown ass woman and you obviously want to. Just do it and stop staring like a weirdo."

Holly bit his bottom lip and chanced a glance her way. She spotted him and gave him a small wave, and he returned it with a dopey grin. Rose chuckled into his cup with relief as Holly turned back to Rico.

"I can't, man. No way. I won't do that to her," he muttered ashamedly, shaking his head. His fingers trembled as he picked up his mug and took a shaky drink. He swallowed heavily and sighed, "I get nightmares. You remember what happened with Andrea. I won't do that to Michelle too."

Rico set a gentle hand on Holly's shoulder, "That was ten years ago, dude. You didn't mean to do that. You had a nightmare and you couldn't control it."

Holly fixed a stern gaze Spencer had never seen from the puppy dog of a man on Rico. "I scared my wife so badly she left me on the spot. That's your sister."

"And you're my best friend," Rico replied easily, his eyes warm. "I know you'll treat her with respect. I know you'd make her happy if you let yourself. If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't tell you that you should do it."

Holly didn't seem convinced, gnawing on his bottom lip. Spencer hated getting involved in this crap, but he couldn't seem to help himself. Emily seemed to read his mind as he unfurled a napkin, digging through her purse and handing him a pen. He scribbled down a number and held it out to him.

"PTSS isn't curable but it's treatable with therapy and sometimes medication," he murmured as Holly cautiously took the napkin. "This is a friend of mine, and she does virtual sessions that are covered by VA benefits."

"But there's no internet besides at the cafe," Holly muttered, glaring down at the phone number and name.

"My mom's got a private room you can use at the cafe," Rico said softly, nudging him with his shoulder. "You're not the only one in town who goes to therapy. I used it for mine after Ernie died."

The look on Holly's face could only be described as a mix of grief and gratitude. He clutched the napkin to his chest and nodded at his friend, his chin wobbling a bit.

"Sorry for the wait, guys," Michelle announced as she came up to them with plates full of food. She deposited them on the table along with new mugs of fresh coffee, whipping the tray under her arm and giving them a bright smile. "It's been a busy day. Can I get you anything else?"

"We're good," Emily replied. Spencer nodded in agreement. She went to turn back to her work when Holly reached out and grabbed her hand lightly with his big fingers.

"Hey, 'Chelle?" he asked quietly as she faced him. His big puppy dog eyes were so sweet and worried as he looked up at her.

Michele simply smiled down at him, and Holly sucked in a deep breath. "Do you wanna have dinner with me on Friday?"

Michelle chewed her cheek nervously, her gaze flicking between him and her brother. "You mean…like a date?"

Holly nodded, "Could be a double date if you want. Get the new guy a date and have a night on the water at Tucci's."

He thrust a thumb at Spencer as he said it, and Spencer's head shot over to glare at him. Holly ignored him. "What do you think?"

"I'd love to," Michelle replied shyly. Her cheeks flushed as she squeezed Holly's fingers. "I'll ask Honey. She could use a night out."

There was no mistaking the way Rico rubbed his face irritably as Michelle walked away, and Spencer kicked Holly under the table as she did. "Why am I going on this?"

Holly shrugged, pointing at Rico, "I think it'll take some pressure off to have someone else there, and I knew she'd bring Honey and those two aren't knocking boots anymore."

Rico and Spencer shared an awkward glance as Holly continued, "C'mon, man. Please?"

Rico nodded slightly, and even though Spencer knew he didn't need his approval he appreciated it. If Honey found out he'd given it, though, she'd be pissed.

"Fine," he snapped. "But you owe me."

The door chimed behind him as someone stepped in, Emily's grin turning devilish as she looked over his shoulder, "Speak of the devil…"

Spencer turned to see Honey herself step into the diner in a pair of shorts and a sports bra with a sweatshirt tied around her waist. The end of her ponytail was drenched with water, trickling down her shoulder and between her breasts, even soaking into the leather laced around her neck. She was more than worthy of the leering from men around the diner, Spencer included.

Her skin was damp, glistening under the lights as she looked around. She was so beautiful, and Spencer's mind couldn't help but remember her body wrapped around his the night before. Again, he wished desperately that Rose and Emily hadn't interrupted them… he wanted to bury himself inside her and never leave.

"You don't answer your phone?" she asked as she spotted Michelle coming out of the kitchens, flinging her hands up in irritation.

"Look at this place!" Michelle snarked back, but they both broke out in grins. Michelle pointed to her damp clothing, "What the hell happened to you?"

Honey approached the counter with an excited laugh, setting her hands on the edge and leaning over towards Michelle on the other side. "I was in the ocean."

Rico, Rose, and Holly all looked her way at that, their eyes wide. Michelle's hands covered Honey's over the counter as she leaned over as well, "Are you okay?"

"It was… oh, 'Chelle… I went on a run, and it was fantastic! I went to the beach and I just walked right in, like I never left." Honey's voice dripped with excitement and wonder as she spoke. Spencer remembered Rose saying she hadn't touched the ocean since her husband died, and a part of him was truly happy for her. "I went all the way up to my chest and just watched the horizon…"

"C'mon, let's go in the back," Michelle decided, ushering her around the counter. She looped her arm around her shoulder. "I'll make you something to eat."

"She went into the ocean?" Rico hissed as they disappeared. "What the hell is going on with her lately?"

"She's gotta move on sometime, right?" Holly asked. Emily cocked her head at Spencer, but he flashed her a warning look.

"Just let her be," Rose muttered, waving a mug at them both. "She'll let us know if she needs us."

They left it at that, and Spencer and Emily finished their breakfast, opting instead to talk about the team and other things besides Honey. But his mind couldn't help but wander… and wonder if he'd had any part in her strange behavior this morning.

Emily had said she wanted to leave this place, to get away from her past. Maybe all of the week's excitement had gotten to her, and she decided to stop worrying about others and do what she wanted. He couldn't be sure, but the pressure of Emily and Rose’s words kept getting to him.

He couldn't fix Honey, and she couldn't fix him. They were simply two ships passing in the night, coming across one another before disappearing into the distance. They just looked alike on the surface, but were completely different deep down. Their baggage was different, their trauma… their paths to healing were in different directions.

He couldn't fix Honey… she couldn't fix him…

A part of him wished they could.

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yes7erdays-a1 · 6 months

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right. now where was I? jane austen. amazing writer, a brilliant comic observer, and—strictly amongst ourselves—a phenomenal kisser. ⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹ #fightsaliens, a private, highly-selective, mutuals-only portrayal of clara oswald from bbc's doctor who (2005) , as told by odette ( 27, she/her, gmt+2 ), headcanon based with influences from canon, entirely anti-moffat and gatiss.

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Cate darling do you have a top ten-ish smallville moments to You?

so I wrote down all the moments that were dear to me off the top of my head, and then I tried to rank them and that was impossibly hard, because they’re like apples and oranges!! so what I present to you is a series of top moments, sorted by relationship:

top 6 Lois and Clark moments:

the whoooole episode of “Committed”—Lois listening to her own drunk voicemail saying Clark Kent is the sweetest guy she’s ever known??—but especially the climax with the lie detector test: “Underneath it all, do you love this man? Do you love him? Tell the truth, do you love him?” And she answers “Yes”!!!!!!! talk about the revelation of secrets!!!!

when Clark has just gotten back from his self-imposed exile from humanity in “Metallo” and is at the Planet and Lois tells him “I helped the Blur stop a homicidal maniac” and Clark answers, “You know, I’d love to hear about it.” and then she comes over to excitedly perch on the end of his desk and tell him the whole thing and he’s just grinning at her and listening in total delight at who she is as a person!!!

the whole ridiculous scheme in “Hydro” where Clark dresses up as Green Arrow to convince Lois that Ollie isn’t Green Arrow and Lois makes out with him, and then at the end of the day Chloe’s like “tell him” and Lois says “Green Arrow is a phenomenal kisser, better than my boyfriend” and Clark, who just found out that Lana is having Lex’s child, is like “okay maybe today isn’t a total loss”

when Lois pulls the blue kryptonite out of him and then runs away and hides when he wakes up. I know this struck you and it really struck me!! the theme song for the whole show goes “somebody save me”, and Lois does it here!! she saves him exactly the way he always saves everyone else!!! and it goes to show that she understands why he doesn’t do everything in the light, why he doesn’t stick around to be thanked, why he doesn’t take credit. she’s his equal in this very specific way!!

weirdly I really like the bit in “Echo” where Clark can hear thoughts and hears Lois thinking “Why’d you have to get attached? They always leave.” because Lois really does have such a capable, brash exterior that the moments where her vulnerabilities show are so special and so important, and this instance of it just cuts to the heart so completely.

the glimpse into the future in “Homecoming”!!!!! it’s everything that’s great about Superman.

top 4 Clark and Lex moments (admitting that a lot of the very early seasons have blurred into a mush in my brain):

this was already in my phone note draft before I saw you reblog it, but the scene in “Nemesis” where they’re fighting in the tunnels and Clark thinks Lex is storming off leaving him to die, but he actually went to go get a crowbar!! and Clark tells his mom he saw a glimpse of his friend!!! this is another “somebody save me” moment. and I think the episode treads the line really well between admitting that Lex’s behavior over the years has been shady, but that the shades of gray ultimately come from not having anything to compare to! so his love for Clark is flawed but it’s real!! it’s the truest love he’s ever known! my favorite thing about this relationship is how until the last moment, Lex never fully turns his back on Clark, he never stops wanting them to be friends again.

when Lex has just gotten back from the desert island (lol) in “Phoenix” and goes to the farm and the boys hug! Clark is so happy to see his friend alive!! Lex has somewhere to go where he is uncomplicatedly welcomed!

the “Lexmas” fantasy of Clark being an uncle to Lex’s son and Jonathan telling Lex he couldn’t be any prouder of him. I weep

the episode where Lex thinks Clark is his long-lost half-brother for a hot second. I maintain this delusion should have persisted for two or three seasons

top 7 Lex and Lana moments (it had to be done):

the second timeline of “Reckoning” where Clark has decided not to tell Lana the truth about who he is and Lana flees to the mansion and asks Lex in an agonized voice, “I don’t understand. Why would you lie to someone you love?” and Lex says, like he’s confessing, “I wouldn’t.” this is such a perfect scene to me, in how it shows us that what’s been drawing Lex and Lana together this whole time is their similarities!! the parallels between them! Clark claims to love the one and hate the other but they are both on the outside dying to be let in because they both have been longing for love and belonging since they were kids. it’s just such a fascinating foundation for their relationship.

directly related, the scene in “Vessel” where Lex finds out he has superpowers and immediately, right away, goes straight to Lana and shoots himself in front of her so she knows what he’s become. the irony of this is so delicious. neither of them has a clue at this point, but the secret that Clark kept from both of them, the secret that brought them together, is the very same secret that Lex tells her right away, not for a scheme or to manipulate her, for no other reason than that he wants to share it with her. it makes me insane. this is the lexana dynamic I love.

in “Onyx” when Lex goes to Lana’s apartment to apologize for whatever his evil twin did, and she says his other half “expressed certain desires” and he says “it wasn’t me,” and she shoots back “are you sure?” and then he gives the completely deranged response: “Whatever my feelings are, I would never do anything to jeopardize our friendship.” nobody asked him to bring feelings into this!! it’s like Lana said “your evil twin said he wanted to have sex with me” and Lex answered “wasn’t me, bc I love you and the purity of that love means I would never ever act on it.” I love when he’s honorable!

the scene in “Fade” where Lex has been on a business trip and says he’s glad to be home, and Lana says “what’s so special about Smallville?” And he starts naming stuff like “cows, cornfields” and then she grins and says “I missed you too.” and he says “You have no idea.” one of the things that seasons 6&7 seem to forget is that for five seasons, Lex and Lana consistently really enjoy each others company!! they like hanging out! this scene is my favorite instance of that.

the “Lockdown” scene where Lana tells Lex he has to keep talking so he doesn’t pass out and he says “Do you think I’d look better with hair?” and she laughs and says “I’ve never thought about it.” and he says “I have. I’ve thought about a lot of things.” and then later when he’s gotten more delirious and starts telling her about his Lexmas dream of everyone being friends, “And you were there, you were the best part.” this episode is like a fanfiction in the best way.

all the “Lexmas” stuff. Lex’s face when Lana first kisses him so clearly says “oh fuck I’m going straight to hell” so watching him slowly relax into it, start believing that he can have this! that he can be loved and happy! that he can be a good husband and a good father! a good man! aaaahhhhhhh

the second episode of season 7 (and ONLY that episode lol) where Lex was on his repentance shtick and tracks down Lana and is like “I’m here to beg forgiveness. The fact that you framed me for your murder only makes me admire you more. You can kill me if you want. Seriously, shoot me. Also, I love you please come home.” it was such a Moment for Lex and I wish it could have gone somewhere!

Assorted moments:

the pierced hand cruciform fall at the end of s9. dare I say the only time a Smallville finale was thematically coherent and compelling?

Chloe’s litany of inside jokes with herself once she knows Clark’s secret and he doesn’t know she knows. and also just—her whole transformation once she finds out the secret!! she grows up into this unselfish person living life in service of mission all at once!!

the Chloe and Clark kiss heard round the world. it’s a great kiss and they deserve it lol

EDIT: Chloe’s healing powers!!!!

#asks

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The Tiffany Club Part 7

Summary: Camille is a sex club worker living in NYC. She meets Harry, a private equity CEO millionaire one day and they realize they like each other. A lot. But will Harry be willing to overlook Camille’s career choice?

AN/Warning: I will have a * by the parts when smut is included. This warning list is comprehensive for all parts, not all contain smut or listed warnings. NSFW, smut, oral (male and female), 18+ only (as always), angst, dom & sub themes, sex work, light alcohol use, mentions of disordered eating and food restrictions

Pairing: Sex club worker Camille x Harry Styles

Part 6

Part 7

Camille

When Harry told me he had been seeing someone else I can’t say I was too terribly surprised. I barely know the guy and he’s gorgeous and rich. Of course he’s got some woman somewhere he’s fucking. Looking the way he does it’s impossible for him to be single.

His explanation for everything seemed legit and then he called her right in front of me, put the phone on speaker, and broke up with her. I’ve never had a guy so desperate to prove to me he was breaking up with a girlfriend. Or, well, not girlfriend according to Harry. But still. Same thing as far as I’m concerned.

Is it shitty of me to expect a guy I want to date to be single? I don’t think it is. Yes, I might have a monthly session where I’m getting paid to have sex with a married man, but that’s work. I don’t have feelings for Edmond. The money is too good to pass up, though. I get a minimum of $10k a month from one man. Sometimes he gives me more, depending on what he wants. But even with that, I consider myself single. Some guys really think that they can date me and see other women at the same time, but I don’t deal with that. My job is separate from my personal life and I won’t be working at the club forever. I have standards and if the guy I’m seeing has a job like mine, then of course I wouldn’t mind what he did at work as long as he’s not seeing other people on his off hours. I need to be the only one.

I was surprised, though, that Harry called her right in front of me. It made me feel a little better about his situation. Then, the more I thought about our situation I realized he’s right. We had just met. If what he’s telling me is true about intending on breaking up with her before he met me then I can understand. Plus, after hearing Lindsay on the phone with him, yeah, she sounds like a true bitch.

I really did want to have sex with him. It’s been a while since I’ve had really good sex with a man so attractive. I’ve been a little desperate lately, actually. And Harry looks the type that he can give what he says he can. Plus, when I was straddling him and kissing him (he’s a phenomenal kisser by the way, already a good sign) I could feel the thick bulge in his pants. And I do mean thick-thick. I even got a little glimpse when I moved off his lap. The crotch of his pants was tight and he’s got some length to him as well from what I could tell. But a big dick does not mean a good fuck. However, just his admission of being good at cunnilingus made my mouth water. He could be all talk, though. The last guy that went down on me was a clueless prick. I had to ask him for it, first of all (bad sign), and when he did go down on me he was only down there for like five minutes before he thought that was good enough to try and fuck me. I was barely even warmed up. His lack of enthusiasm was obvious and he barely licked over me, mostly used his fingers. I don’t know if he even made contact with my clit. Because after five minutes of hard labor down there he acted like I must have been ready for him to put his dick inside of me. I kicked him out before we got that far. I asked him why he stopped and he really had the gall to tell me it was difficult eating women out and he found women preferred him to just fuck them because he’s better at that. I laughed in his face and pointed to the door.

Harry’s flirtatious and confident attitude has me turned on, though. Part of me regrets telling him he needed to take me on a date first. Like, I could really use a good orgasm. And not one that’s brought on with my vibrator. Like, I need a good old-fashioned dicking from an attentive man. Harry fits the bill pretty well, or perfectly actually. I have no doubt he could show me a good time in the sack.

When we finish eating I wrapped up the rest of the pizza and Harry washed the plates we ate off of. He insisted on washing them and part of me swooned over it. God, am I that hard up that a man who washes the dishes makes me wet? Yes. I am in fact. When that man continues to promise me how good he can make me feel, when he touches my hip and looks into my eyes the way he does, when he grins deeply, causing his dimple to appear and he looks like a god doing it… Yeah. Oh yeah.

I’m not ready to kick him out but I don’t know what I want as we sit back on the couch. Do I want him to stay a little longer and we can talk (yes, I do) or do I want to wrap this up and then change into my pajamas and watch Netflix with Barry and smoke weed (yes, I do).

“Uh… do you want to watch something? I’ve got Netflix and regular cable.” I shrug as I turn the TV on. Now commence the awkwardness.

“Sure. If you don’t mind. I don’t want to be a bother. I can leave if you need me to. But I haven’t got anything else going on today, so…” he looks at me with his big green eyes. His lips are pink and ready to be kissed. His hands are placed over his lap while he’s got his legs spread wide, which draws my eyes toward his crotch again. He’s not hard anymore but there’s a sure bump where I know his prick must be. Even when he’s soft he’s prominent under his pants. I quickly look back up to his eyes and he’s smirking at me. I watch as he looks down between his legs and back to me. He licks his lips and draws them into his mouth. He’s waiting for me to respond but he’s caught me ogling his crotch.

“You can stay. I didn’t make any other plans today. But only if you want.” I try my hardest to keep my eyes on his eyes. But Harry is suddenly dragging his gaze over my body, slowly, and then back up to meet my eyes. Probably as a way of telling me he knows what I was doing and he’s not ashamed to respond in kind.

“I’ll stay then. I think I quite like your company, Camille.” He smiles sincerely at me this time and I return the smile. I begin flicking through options for us to watch as we discuss what we’re in the mood for. We decide on something easy to watch so we can talk if we want. It’s something we’ve both seen already and Harry insists he doesn’t mind watching.

About 15 minutes into the show I realize I’m not paying any attention. I’m so focused on Harry next to me on my couch in my small apartment. The handsome man next to me is drawing my attention without doing a damn thing. He’s literally just sitting on the couch, one leg folded over the other, an ankle over his knee and his arms spread over the backrest of the couch. If he were to move his hand forward just a hint, he’d touch my shoulder. I can feel the heat emanating off his hand, it’s that close to my shoulder. I sigh and pretend to be engaged with the TV but I’m feeling buzzy and a little horny. Now that Harry has agreed we won’t do anything sexual it’s like I want him more. I internally scold myself for being so desperate but I can’t stop my hormones from responding to this man. I squirm a little and cross my legs together, squeezing lightly as I reposition myself. My heart won’t stop hammering and I realize my breathing is a little ragged as well. I need to pull myself together.

“Y’okay?” Harry’s deep voice startles me. I look over at him and he appears genuinely concerned, not overly but there’s clear care etched in his features. I laugh a little and nod and Harry’s smile deepens in response, his dimples displayed. The attractive fucker.

“Uh, yeah. M’fine.” I don’t look away from him as his eyes are still on mine. He drags his eyes down over my thighs and back up to my eyes and gives me an approving nod and hums in response before turning his attention back to the TV. Fuck if I didn’t want him to make some kind of move but I have a feeling he’s keeping in place the boundaries I just set and I want to stab myself for telling him we should hold off. But, the wait will be worth it, right? Like I shouldn’t be jumping into bed with him so fast. I know that. However, having him be so understanding with my request makes me want to tear him apart and fuck his brains out all night. Just imagining his hands on me makes me squirm again, repositioning myself.

When I’ve re-crossed my legs and settled down into a similar but new position as I was before I feel the burning weight of one of Harry’s fingers on my shoulder since my repositioning allowed me to get closer. I swear it was subconscious. I didn’t do it intentionally. I keep my gaze on my TV, not knowing what’s happening with the group of characters having a somewhat dramatic moment. Harry chuckles at the show and I realize, he knows what’s going on and he’s paying attention. That means he’s not as bothered by my presence as I am by his and it makes me feel even more frantic in my horniness. God, there’s something about a hot man ignoring you just enough to make you wet. Or is that just me? I think I've some serious issues. I try and laugh a little bit as well at the TV and watch Harry from the corner of my eye to make sure I was laughing at an appropriate moment. Then I feel his finger drag lightly over my shoulder. A quick press and caress of his finger to a small part of my shoulder has made me smolder even more and I gulp thickly at the barely evident contact. I pause all my movements so I can feel his finger on my clothed shoulder.

“This okay?” Harry’s voice startles me again. I realize he’s asking me if it’s okay that he’s touching my shoulder. He’s not even got his whole hand on me, literally just a finger smoothing over a small square inch area and he’s asking me if it’s okay. I turn my head to look at him and smile, trying to act nonchalant.

“Oh yeah. Barely noticed. Sure…” I turn my head back to the TV and roll my eyes at myself. Barely noticed my ass. My panties tell a completely different story right now. Harry continues his light strokes over my shoulder and I melt into him slowly. I even lean my head back slightly without realizing it at first. When I move to recross my legs and reposition my bum comfortably I have made myself a few inches closer to him. Now Harry has a little more access to my shoulder and even my neck if he wants. I’m hoping he does something about it.

When I hear Harry hum and take a deep breath I turn my head to look at him. He’s still looking at the TV when he speaks, “You sure you’re okay, there? Seem a bit restless to me.” He turns his head to look at me and smirks and then his hand is moving toward my neck, light, delicate rubs that send me soaring into my thoughts. “Y’keep crossing your legs and you don’t seem to be paying any attention to the show. S’it boring to you? Should we try another one?” I can see the challenge in his eyes. He knows exactly what’s going on here and what its doing to me, his cocky smirk indicates as much.

“Uhhh…” I think about how to answer. I want to move things forward with him because now I’m so horny my panties are wet and he smells so good, and I haven’t had sex with a man I was interested in for nearly five months. I swallow while I consider how to approach this. Harry’s hands scratch up the nape of my neck and he repositions his legs so that he’s angled toward me now, giving me his full attention. The delicate touch of his finger tips on my bare neck cause my brain to blank out. I don’t know what to say or how to say it. I’m not usually like this with men. If I want something I say it, but in this instance, I’m at a loss.

When I feel Harry’s fingers wind into the hair at the nape of my neck he pulls lightly, causing my head to pull back and he directs my gaze to him. I nearly lose it, my mouth parts and eyes widen at his gesture. It’s not aggressive but it’s dominant and I want him now.

The look on his face is serious as he licks over his lips before speaking, “I asked if you were okay. Are you?” His brows furrow slightly and he directs his attention to my lips and over my neck then back up to my eyes as I gulp. My heart is pounding and I want to tell him to fuck me right now and right here.

I clear my throat because I would have spoken in a croak if not and take in a breath before speaking, Harry’s hands still I my hair, keeping my head tilted toward him, “I… I am okay. Yes. I just… think I haven’t been with a man I’m interested in for quite a while and right now I have one in my apartment and it’s distracting. That’s all.” I take another deep breath and let out a small laugh but Harry’s demeanor doesn’t change. He’s still looking at me with a serious gaze, but there’s something else there. He looks hungry but he’s not going to indulge until I give him the green light.

“I see. Well, like you said, next time I take you on a date we can break your dry spell, I guess. That’s what you still want, correct?” Our eyes are locked and I swallow again before shaking my head as much as I can with Harry’s hands holding me in place by my hair.

“Maybe we could… I don’t know." I sigh and close my eyes before finding the confidence to speak what I want, "Forget I said that.” Harry releases my hair and removes his hand from me completely, his expression giving nothing away about how he’s feeling. His jaw clenches and he leans in closer to me.

“Forget you said that…” Harry hums and then looks down toward my thighs again and then back up to me, cocking his head slightly, “...you’ll need to expand on that thought for me. Tell me what you want.” His presence is hard to escape. His eyes locked on mine make me feel brain dead. My heart is throbbing and I’m uncomfortably horny. Harry seems so composed.

“Fuck.” I groan and uncross my legs so my thighs are flat on the couch and I rub my palms over them a couple of times to somehow bring my soul back into my body, to ground myself. “Yeah. I want to forget I said that. I think I changed my mind. I want… to kiss you?” I sound unsure but I know I want him. For some reason he’s got me feeling coiled up tightly and it makes me anxious with my voice coming out unsure.

Harry finally breaks his serious façade and he laughs, breathing out through his nose as he does so. He seems to have moved in closer to me now and he brings just a thumb to my knee. He watches me closely. Like he’s waiting for me say something else. I look down to where his thumb is rubbing small circles over my clothed knee and then back to his eyes and I nod. I don’t know why I nod but I want him to keep going. Keep touching me. Do more. Yes.

He licks his lips and looks down to my thighs and smirks, “Bet you’ve got yourself all wet for me, now, haven’t you? Can tell just by the way you can’t stop fidgeting.” He chuckles before placing his full palm over my knee and rubbing up my thigh a few inches. He brings an arm up over the backrest again, while his other hand remains on my thigh, “So, you want to kiss me? You have my permission, darling. If that’s what you want. In fact, I give you permission to do anything you want to me. Green light right here. Ball is in your court.”

His eyes drop to my lips then back to my eyes. I pause for a minute to collect myself. He’s so close and so warm. I decide to get on with it. He’s given me the “green light”.

I slowly lean in toward him as I bring a hand to his shoulder, my other on the couch between us, near his thigh. As I get closer to him, he leans toward me to make my task easier. When I finally press my lips to his my mind once again clears itself of thought. It’s only lips, and saliva, tongues, noses, moans and hands. Harry’s soft lips on mine, his harsh grip on my thigh, breathing heavily through his nose, his hand over my neck drawing me closer. I move my hand to his thigh and scoot in closer to him. He welcomes my nearness. I want to straddle him again, sit on his lap to make this easier but his grasp on my thigh has me unable to easily do so. I moan into his mouth and he returns the noise. He begins to drag his lips over my jaw and down to my neck and I gasp when I feel him suck on my pulse point. His hand moves further up my thigh, closer to my zipper and I’m spinning. I move my hand close to his zipper and when Harry moves his lips over my neck to the other side and back over the other jaw he closes his lips back over mine and squeezes the back of my neck. On instinct I bring my palm over the crotch of his pants to feel him hard underneath and he gasps, pulling away from me. His smile is naughty, dirty, his lips parted, nostrils flaring.

“You don’t just want to kiss me do you? You want more?” He removes the hand he’s got over my thigh and brings it up to my face, both hands cupping my cheeks and drawing me back into him, his lips caressing mine slowly, sensually, sloppily. He pulls back again, “Ask nicely and you’ll get anything you want.” He puts his mouth on my neck and I draw my head back to give him access to anything he wants. I moan out the word yes and then I allow myself to feel his lips draw kisses over my hot skin.

After a moment I find my voice, certain of what I want from him, “I want to feel you, taste you… make you come.” The words fall out in a breathy moan that sounds desperate.

Harry lifts his lips off of my neck and pecks a kiss to my lips before he says, “As long as I can make you come too, then your wish is my command.”

Part 8*

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