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A Man With a Plan.5

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Remus Lupin x whimsical!reader - Hogwarts Era (no Voldemort) - Soulmate AU

CW: swearing, self-deprecating thoughts, James losing his ever-loving mind.

“Okay. Start again, from the beginning.” Remus heard James say as he made his way back down to the common room with the Marauder’s Map held fast in his iron grip.

Regulus sighed something that sounded a lot like for Salazar’s sake, Potter as he looked at the ceiling of the Gryffindor common room for patience; jury’s still out on whether he found any or not.

“She was supposed to meet me in the library after the game to study.” He muttered plainly.

“Right.” James said as he paced near the fire, arms crossed and one hand up near his mouth as he chewed on his cuticles.

“She never showed at the library, but I didn’t think anything of it as she often gets-”

“Distracted, right.” James agreed readily.

Regulus had lowered his head and was now looking at the floor. “I still had her books though, so I went to bring them to her dorm, or at least drop them off for her. Her roommate-”

“Which one?” James interrupted.

“What?”

“Which roommate?”

Regulus scoffed and levelled James with an incredulous glare. “I don’t know, Potter. Why would I know her roommates? The lot of them are tosser’s anyway.”

“Did Reggie just refer to someone as a tosser?” Sirius stage whispered to Remus.

“Was it Mary-Ella?”

“I don’t know who that is, Potter.”

“Did she have glasses?” James tried again.

“No.”

“The red head?”

“No.”

“Okay so it was Jill, then; the blonde.”

“Fine. Yes, Jill,” Regulus started, obviously antsy to get this conversation over with. “Said she had packed a small bag and said, and I quote,” he emphasized, obviously already having gone over this with James, “it’s better that she stays away from the castle for the weekend.”

James had since stopped his pacing and stood in front of the fire as he pieced the facts together.

“Okay...” he started as he looked to Regulus again. “One more time.”

“Potter!” Regulus shouted at the same time Sirius whined “Prongs!”

“This is awful. This is just awful.” James said as he resumed his pacing.

“Okay, well, relax Potter. She’s more clever than people give her credit for – I’m sure she’s fine.” Regulus said as he rubbed his temples.

“I know she’s more clever than people give her credit for.”

“Then why are you so wound up?” Sirius asked. Big mistake.

“Because, if she’s not here, who will stop the nargles, Sirius!?” James shrilled.

“What the fuck is a nargle!?” Sirius shouted back.

“I don’t know! All I know is that Y/N’s not here, and now the nargles are going to steal my stuff!”

Remus was fully convinced that dogs two counties over could hear James at this point.

“Guys? Has anyone seen my shoes?” Peter interjected as he stood from his spot on the carpet where Sirius had abandoned their card game. “I swear they were just here.”

“Oh gods, it’s starting.” James cried miserably.

“Oh relax, Potter. The nargles aren’t interested in smelly running shoes.” Regulus added with derision. “They’d much prefer a nice wizarding pair of dragonhide boots.”

Suddenly, realization seemed to dawn on Regulus’ face as he turned quickly and exited the Gryffindor common room.

“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, oh gods.” James muttered as he resumed his pacing.

“Alright, are you going to tell him? Or should I?” Sirius said as he turned his sights to Remus.

“Tell me what?” James said immediately, looking between his two friends.

Remus’ face was pale and clammy while Moony was screaming in his mind at the thought of you being gone, not being safe, being hurt, hiding.

“Tell me what?!” James asked again.

Remus just shook his head.

“Remus.” Sirius warned.

“What did you do? What did you say to her?” James accused, immediately on the offensive as he stalked towards him. Lily stood swiftly to block James’ path.

“I...I can’t...I-she’s,” Remus stuttered miserably.

“Oh, for Godric’s sake.” Sirius muttered as he stalked up to his dorm room. He returned swiftly with the book Hairy Snout, Human Heart and tossed it to James who caught it easily.

“She is his soulmate.” He said simply.

“SOULMATE!?” Lily, Peter, and James all guffawed in unison.

“I thought that was just a myth.” Peter muttered as he took the book from James’ hand and began flipping through it.

“Apparently not.” Sirius muttered as he ran a hand through his hair. “It’s had this guy wound up for weeks.”

“Holy shit.” Peter muttered as he held the book out for James and Lily to see as well. “It’s true. It’s here.”

“How do you know it’s her?” Lily asked Remus.

He snorted and shook his head as Moony shouted MINE.

“Just a hunch.” He muttered miserably.

“Is this why you’ve been so upset, recently?” Peter asked quietly. James scoffed and shook his head angrily.

“So upset... to have such an odd girl as your soulmate, Moony?” James spat furiously.

Remus felt the colour drain from his face as Moony started arguing angrily in his head. IS MINE. IS MINE. MINE, GOOD. MINE, GOOD.

James scoffed and threw the book onto the table. “You know, out of everyone, Remus, I thought at least you’d be more understanding. That perhaps maybe you would know what it’s like to be different from everyone else – treated differently than your peers.”

James looked down his nose at his friend as he began to stalk out of the room. “Turns out you’re just as bad as the rest of them.”

Remus felt a tear fall as he turned back to regard his friends.

“Sirius.” He whispered miserably.

“I know, Moons. I know that’s not why; I’ll talk to him - but I don’t blame him for being angry.” Sirius offered solemnly before he followed James up the stairs.

“You know...it makes a lot of sense.” Peter mused aloud.

Lily and Remus turned to face him with matching expressions of bemusement.

“A witch who believes in nargles ought to believe in soulmates. She’s probably the perfect person for you.” He said simply with a shrug.

Mine. Miss. Missing. Where? Mine. Moony whimpered.

James was officially missing one half of two pairs of socks, his watch, his school tie, and his new quill set that his mom had sent him.

Oh, and also his sanity if you asked Sirius.

Sirius was starting to feel like he was losing his sanity too, between Remus’ brooding over your ‘disappearance’ (which sounded so dramatic considering you told people you were leaving and that you’d be back after the weekend), James’ (and admittedly, Regulus’) fussing over nargles, auras, and something other entity Sirius has never heard of, and Peter’s complete lack of help with any of the above.

“All this over a bird.” He muttered to himself as he handed James one of his extra ties.

“Moony, up. We’re going to breakfast.” He barked over his shoulder. Remus just shook his head.

“Get up.” He demanded.

“M’not hungry.” Remus muttered petulantly.

“Don’t care, Moons – we’re going to breakfast.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Oh, for fucking fuck!” Sirius said as he stomped his feet. “Lupin, I swear to fuck if you do not get your arse down to the Great Hall right now and eat - because I know you won’t eat later and then you’ll have the moon tonight and then you won’t eat tomorrow morning which will have meant you haven’t eaten in over 24-hours – I will find your bird and bed her myself.”

Sirius felt ridiculous for a) his temper tantrum and b) threatening to steal his best mate’s girl – but it appeared to have its desired effect when Remus stood abruptly from what Sirius had officially dubbed the brooding chair with a growl and stalked out the dormitory door, shouldering Sirius as he went.

It was going to be a long day.

Unfortunately for Sirius, it was an even longer night.

James and Remus still weren’t speaking as the four of them made their way to the Shrieking Shack for Moony’s transformation. Peter, the poor sod, kept trying to make conversation, though it was all in vain as Remus was still too broody to engage and James just offered the occasional grunt of acknowledgement.

And unfortunately, Moony wasn’t in better spirits.

After Remus’ transformation, Sirius – now Padfoot – had the unenviable task of watching a Werewolf in mourning.

The Wolf spent most of the night making pathetically sorrowful howls at the moon, and when he wasn’t crying, he was trying to gnaw angrily on his ankles. When Padfoot tried to get him to stop, or encourage a playful romp, Moony snapped at him.

Padfoot huffed to say “fine, you sod”, but his whimper as he laid on the opposite end of the room betrayed his haughtiness – Padfoot’s heart was breaking.

It was breaking for his Moony – his pack – and it also broke for Remus. Remus, who finally had a shot at something wonderful but let it slip through his fingers because he was too full of self-loathing to accept an opportunity. Remus, who deserves love and compassion, because lord knows he doesn’t give enough of it to himself. Remus, who found probably the most openminded and understanding person in the world. Remus...who found his soulmate.

His soulmate.

Moony found his happy ending.

And Padfoot was not going to let him lose it.

Remus blinked against the harsh brightness of the infirmary the following morning – his body aching in ways it hadn’t since before the boys started joining him for the full moons. As he stretched, the bandages that pulled at his wrists and ankles explained why.

Moony had been angry. And he’d taken it out on Remus.

Remus couldn’t blame him. All of the floundering, grasping at ridiculous straws, the planning he’d been doing all week. For what?

To use a poor girl for sex and distractions? To cheat Moony, and himself, from what he really wanted? To fight and argue with his friends, his pack? To have you take off for two nights?

He hated himself.

He hated himself, he hated himself, he hated himself.

And Moony hated him too.

Remus groaned as he pushed himself up in a sitting position.

“Feeling better?” James muttered as he fluffed Remus’ pillow for him. His face and tone remained angry despite his kind gesture.

“No, not really...” Remus admitted.

“Me neither.”

“James, I’m sorry.” Remus sighed as he settled back into his pillow. “I swear I...it’s not her, I-”

“It’s not you, it’s me. Really, Moony?” James sneered.

“Yes, Prongs. You know this.” Remus stressed.

“Uhm, no. What I know, Moony, is that you are a wonderful, caring friend who loves his people so strongly, and has more love to give, and certainly deserves more love than he allows himself. That’s what I know.

“I also know that I have a very wonderful, lovely, caring friend who deserves the same amount of love she gives to everyone else, and you wouldn’t even give her a chance!”

“James. I know.”

“And anoth- what?” James stopped in his tirade.

“I know.” Remus repeated as his eyes welled with tears. “I tried to fight it because I didn’t want to drag anyone else into my mess; I didn’t want anyone else to feel responsible for me. I’ve already damned my mum and dad, I’ve already dragged you three into this – I couldn’t do it again. I thought I was strong enough to ignore it, but I can’t.”

“Rem, you didn’t damn your parents. That’s what happens when you have a kid; the kids’ job is to be who they are, and the parent’s job is to love them regardless. And we chose to help you through this Rem – and it was the right thing to do!” James cried as he lifted his hands in the air.

“I just don’t want you guys to regret it one day or decide I’m too much. Then what would I do?” Remus admitted quietly.

“Oh, for- You know what, Lupin? Only way you’re getting rid of me is through death. Got it?” James said with all the sternness he could muster.

Remus huffed a laugh and nodded. “Okay Prongs.”

James deflated and offered a curt nod. “Good. ‘Cause I need your help finding Y/N. I cannot risk losing another one of my quills – my mom is going to kill me.”

Padfoot felt like he may have scrapes on his nose from how long he’s been out here following your scent. But he knew it would be worth it when he found you and got you back to Moony.

His ears perked up when he heard movement, but he swiftly hid behind a large oak tree when some Centaurs stepped onto the path.

“Now, if you continue West from here, you should find the rest of your path to Hogwarts unhindered. Stepping off the path brings the chance of new adventures and grave danger.” A centaur proclaimed.

“Thank you very much, Firenze. Best of luck on your search for the Snidgets.” An airy voice called back.

Padfoot knew that voice! That was Moony’s soulmate! Padfoot tried to hide his excitement (i.e., he tried to stop his tail from wagging) until the centaurs all left.

Suddenly, Padfoot shifted and bolted out from behind the tree to stand in front of you.

“Y/N!” He shouted as he grabbed your upper arms in his hands, scanning you from head-to-toe for any signs of injury.

You seemed surprised by his appearance, but not startled. Sirius figured you probably should have been startled – it was a pretty startling thing for him to do.

You had no injuries, but a few branches and leaves were caught in your hair and on various parts of your body. You were also not wearing shoes.

“Well, hello Sirius. It’s very nice to see you.” You said plainly.

“Nice to see me? Are you- where are your shoes?” He decided to settle on first. Not the most important question – but it took priority in Sirius’ mind.

You looked down at your feet like you weren’t fully aware they were bare. “You know, I’m not quite sure. Not to worry, though; I’m sure they’ll turn up. Lost things often have ways of finding their way back to us, if not always in the way we expect.”

Sirius had no idea how to respond to that – so he didn’t. “Do you have any idea how worried everyone has been?” He sputtered at you.

Your eyebrows furrowed at that, and you almost seemed upset as you responded, “Oh dear, I didn’t mean to concern anyone.”

Sirius immediately regretted saying anything; now he could see why James was so sweet on you.

“Well, let’s go to the castle and tell them all that, then.” He acquiesced as he hooked your arm in his and began the path back to Hogwarts. You did not seem concerned nor feel the need to object to his manhandling you. But Sirius knew he would not be letting go of you until you were back in the castle – maybe not even then. He was not going to deal with Remus, James, and Regulus like this again.

“Regulus was perhaps most concerned.” He lied, knowing very well he was far from the most dramatic through all of this. “Very worried about the nargles in your absence.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. “As he should; they’d be quite interested in his dragonhide boots.”

“You don’t say.” Sirius murmured, unadmittedly becoming increasingly concerned with the state of his beloved Doc Marten’s stowed in his school trunk.

“Better hurry then.” He said as he all but dragged you up towards the castle.

Remus tried not to get too caught up on the fact that he was sitting in the infirmary with James and Regulus Black of all people as they scanned the Marauder’s map for any sign of you. He also pretended he didn’t notice the fact that Regulus was holding a duffle bag that appeared to have everything he owned jammed inside it.

“She said she’d only need to stay away from the castle for the weekend, right?” James asked as he continued to scan the parchment.

Regulus rolled his eyes. “Yes, Potter. Like I said.”

“Okay, I can’t look at this anymore – I’m going cross-eyed.” James moaned as he leaned away from the map and rubbed his eyes from behind his glasses.

Remus felt awfully guilty. He didn’t know how you would know - though he wouldn’t put it past you at this point - but he didn’t think it was a coincidence that you left for the full moon. He doesn’t think he’d ever forgive himself if something happened to you because of it.

“Oh, thank Godric.” James finally breathed as he stood from his chair.

“Godric had nothing to do with it, Prongsie.” Sirius called out as he waltzed into the infirmary – your arm in his.

James all but shoved Sirius aside as he enveloped you in his arms. “Where have you been!?”

You smiled sweetly – that damned dimple making an appearance to taunt Remus – and patted your friends back.

“Oh, I wasn’t far Jamie.”

Sirius let out a pfft from where he was now leaning against the wall at the end of Remus’ bed. “Not far she says. I found her with a herd of centaurs.”

“CENTAURS.” The three other boys shouted, earning them a dramatic shushing from the matron.

“Y/N, centaurs are very hostile towards wizard-kind.” Regulus spoke severely, albeit more quietly for Madame Pomfrey's benefit.

“I don’t agree.” You said simply as you turned to look at Remus. “Are you feeling much better?” You asked him.

Your voice was so tranquil compared to the conversation with the boys, and even with Madame Pomfrey – Remus was sure if he was hooked up to a muggle heart monitor, his blood pressure would be dropping just from listening to you speak.

Keep smiling at him like that, though, and it might pick right back up.

“I am, Y/N. Thank you.”

You sighed in relief as you sat on the edge of the foot of Remus’ bed. “Oh good. I figured it’d be easier if I was gone.”

Sirius and James’ necks looked like they might have snapped as they turned to look at you. The room fell painfully quiet as Sirius, James, and Remus all looked at each other and then to Regulus.

Regulus seemed to understand his intrusion. “Uhm, right. Well, Y/N L/N, you are to never take off like that again without informing me. Got it?” He said severely. Remus is sure most people would have cowered, but you smiled sweetly and brushed his cheek.

"Okay, Reg."

Regulus offered you a curt nod and left the infirmary. Remus supposed that was likely as loving as Regulus Black could ever get.

“What would have been easier if you were gone, Y/N?” James asked quietly.

“Well, the moon, of course.” You responded.

That muggle heart rate monitor? It’d be showing no signal at this point.

“I’m terribly sorry if your bond to me is causing you problems, Remus.” You offered solemnly. Remus thought this might be the most emotion he’d ever seen from you.

“It’s...it’s not your fault.” Remus croaked.

“Y/N, how much do you know?” Sirius asked.

You considered Sirius for a moment before responding. “About what?”

Sirius looked between the you and Remus before arching his brow at the latter. Remus grimaced and leaned forward to tap his finger against your hand that was closest to him to bring your attention to him.

“How much do you know about me?”

“Well, I know your name is Remus Lupin. You’re from a town outside of Cardiff. You’re a Pisces, a Gryffindor, a werewolf, and a prefect. And you have a magical connection to me, it seems.” You said all too simply, head tilted as you searched his face for something.

Remus’ mind was reeling; it was reeling that you apparently knew he was a werewolf, and it was reeling at the fact that in a list of things you knew about him, that fact fell between him being a Gryffindor and a prefect and was not as important to you as his birth sign.

“What’s his name?” You asked suddenly.

Remus shook his head as if to wake himself up. “I’m sorry?”

“The Wolf; what’s his name?”

Remus looked to Sirius who was staring at you with a terrified sort of awe, and then to James who looked both proud and smug that you’d figured it out.

“It’s Moony.” Remus whispered.

You smiled greatly at that. “A wonderful name.”

Sirius smirked at that – clearly chuffed his hard work was appreciated.

“It’s fitting too – should have seen him mooning over you this weekend – this month even!” James said.

Remus threw a chocolate wrapper at him from his bedside table.

“I’m sure it’s difficult, feeling tied to someone so odd.” You offered quietly, and any friendly banter drained from the boys immediately.

“Y/N, that’s-” James started, but Remus interrupted.

“I’m so sorry to have made you believe that Y/N, but it’s just not true.” He said emphatically.

You tilted your head at him in intrigue. “No?”

He shook his head. “No. I was trying to keep you away from...Moony, from my infliction.” He admitted shamefully.

“Hm. Well, that didn’t work very well.” You said plainly, causing Sirius to bark a laugh.

“Most of his plans don’t, dollface.” He said through a chuckle.

“Oh, plans aren’t always a bad thing: it’s good to be prepared. But it’s important to plan to be spontaneous as well.”

“Plan to be spontaneous?” James asked incredulously.

“Oh yes,” you said severely. “I get my best work done that way.”

James seemed to consider this as Sirius sighed. “Yes, and, if you plan too much, auror’s throw around words like premeditated.”

You nodded in comradery. “Very true, Sirius.”

Continue to chapter six here.

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minarisplaything · 9 months

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Gala Gal ft. Blackpink Rosé

pairing: Rosé x male reader rating: Explicit wordcount: 2.8k prompt: a young journalist gets a chance of a lifetime with Rosé at a recent event.

Being a writer for a celebrity magazine has its advantages, such as getting to attend grand events like the Cannes Film Festival, or in this case, the MET Gala. Now you might think, where's the fun or excitement in that? A bunch of rich people dressed in overpriced clothing and posing on the red carpet while you have to ask them redundant questions that no one truly cares about outside a small niche of fans.

That is a reasonable question to ask, and a fair point to make. Hell, there are times when you wonder to yourself just how legitimate of a job this is. You certainly hear that question from your parents enough. But the answer to all of those questions comes from the woman currently walking towards you.

"Thank you for your time," you say to the current girl in front of you.

You have been interviewing some girl who is apparently 'the next Olivia Rodrigo,' which is a wild title to have, but you digress. As you bid her good-bye, a sudden chorus of "Rosé! Rosé over here!" erupts from the group of photographers, followed by a series of flashing light bulbs.

Your eyes flick over to the red carpet area near you to see none other than the 26-year-old starlet, Roseanne Park. Otherwise known as Rosé from Blackpink.

You have never crossed paths with her at any events you have covered; which you just toss up to bad luck or god punishing you for some crime you can’t remember. Either way, it seems like you will finally be getting your chance. Judging from this distance, she is just as beautiful as she appears in all her photos.

Her blonde hair is flowing down her back while loose bangs frame her face as she smiles for the camera. She is wearing a black dress that is form-fitting at the top, held together by two thin straps, and flares outwards at the waist. Frankly, she looks stunning. It is a classy dress that still manages to spark arousal in you. Though, you will keep that last part to yourself.

It is only a few moments later that you have to compose yourself as the press woman directs Rosé towards your vicinity. Adjusting your stance, and growing erection, you cough and put on a friendly smile as she walks over.

"Hi, I'm with Eros Magazine," you introduce yourself, managing to remain composed.

"Rosie, it’s nice to meet you," she says sweetly. She is even more beautiful up close, and that smile is practically paralyzing. Given that you don't trust your tongue at the moment, you decide to keep it simple.

"So how are you tonight?" you question, knowing how many times she must have answered it already.

"I'm great! It's a little cold tonight, but I'm excited to be here," she starts in her accented voice. "I love the Museum of Arts and supporting a good cause is always great. There are so many beautiful dresses and people here. So it's all feeling great right now!" she says, remaining smiling and bubbly throughout her answer.

For your part, you merely nod your head and smile, holding the recorder up to get every word. You go through the litany of typical red carpet questions: what projects are you working on, how's the music coming; all the typical things you could hand in to your editor when a story is due. You can see the press woman getting antsy though. Typical. Figuring you only have one or two questions left, you decide to venture out a bit.

"So, you're going to be going on tour again soon, that must be exciting..."

"It is! You're actually the first one to bring that up all night," she says, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"I do like to do my homework beforehand," you joke with a grin before continuing, "That being said, how do you manage to have fun and unwind? Even at these events, you have to keep a certain image, right?"

Rosé is quiet at first, and for a moment, she glances around as if to check that the coast is clear before she answers, "Oh, you know the girls and I find out ways to have fun. And this is actually my third year at the Gala, so I’ve found the little tricks and ways to have some fun."

There is something about the way she looks at you as she speaks that screams there is more than meets the eye to her words. Maybe it is the coy tone to her voice or the glint in her eye as she smiles. Whatever it is, you suddenly find yourself wondering exactly what ‘some fun' entails.

"By the way," Rosé says, interrupting your thoughts, "Eros Magazine...as in the Greek word for erotic love?"

Again she fixes you with that mischievous grin.

"Uh — yeah. Nice catch," you stammer, causing her to giggle.

"I like it" she says, a look you can’t read in her eye. Before you can ask anything further, the press woman begins to nudge her on to the next reporter. "It was nice meeting you."

"You too, have a good one," you reply, watching her intently as she walks away.

If that is your first and last interaction with the K-pop star, then you can say it has been interesting if nothing else. You get the feeling there is more to that little minx than meets the eye, you are only disappointed that you’d likely never get the chance to delve a bit further.

Covering the event means that you gain access to the party but hardly anyone does any real reporting. After all, these kinds of events are meant for the rich and famous. To cement their status as celebrities, they then sneak off inside to where they can have their fun. For the most part, you reporters stay together, talk, and drink the free liquor that is available.

You expect your night will be spent at the bar, winding your time down until it reaches an acceptable time to call it a night. But first things first, if you are going to be here on the company dime, you might as well get your money's worth.

"I've been looking for you all night!"

You are in the middle of ordering yet another drink when a familiar accented voice reaches your ears. Turning in your stool, you lay your eyes on Roseanne Park for the second time tonight, only this time there is something a little more...loose to her demeanor. You get an explanation when you spot the glass in her hands and briefly wonder how many she had at this point.

"Me? You must be confused," you say, both amused, curious, and a bit confused, "I don't think anyone at this party has said I’m wanted."

"Well, you are!" she says, smiling as she moves towards you, "And now that I've found you, I have something to show you."

"Don't you have famous friends to entertain?" you question more than protest as she places her drink on the bar and takes your hand.

You catch a glimpse of a hint of a pout on her features, "Don’t worry, they’re occupied." Again, there is that suggestion that something more is going on. Of course, there is the very realistic possibility that your mind is just running away with crazy, erotic theories. But that potential doesn’t stop you from being any more turned on by the thought. Coupled with the fact that Rosé is dragging you through a gala to god-knows-where and you are practically dreaming. In that moment, she could take you to hell for all you care.

"You're going to love it, trust me," she assures, looking back at you as she continues leading.

"Oh, I’m sure," you reply. Your mind is racing with things from a blow job to taking her from behind, so needless to say, you are a bit disappointed when she stops at your destination.

"A photo booth?" you ask, a bit amused at how silly it seems.

Rosé is either undeterred or doesn’t register your lack of enthusiasm as she simply nods, still smiling and pulling you into the booth.

“It's fun! Come on," the blonde insists, pulling you by the hand into the photo booth. Judging by the size of it, the booth is clearly an afterthought to the gala planners, or maybe it just isn’t meant for two people at the same time to occupy it. You do your best to squeeze yourself in so she can close the curtain behind you. To your surprise, Rosé neatly slides onto your lap, her perfect, tight ass sitting right on top of where your hard-on has been growing for the last couple of minutes.

"Alright, so it takes six photos then prints them out there," she points to the deposit box under the screen. She either doesn't feel the bulge pressing firmly against her ass, or she is very good at playing naive.

"Okay," you nod, as if you are bothering to pay any attention to the pictures.

As she shimmies on your lap to get into a better position, you decide to be bold and snake your arm around her slim waist, only to receive no complaints from the pop star. A countdown shows up on the screen, and when it says CHEESE, Rosé throws her arms around you, smiling openly as you try and fail not to look too bewildered. The screen replays your photo, and you can’t help but laugh at your own expense.

"Not bad," you grin, as the counter starts for the second photo.

"Not bad, but I think we can do better!" she says with a determined look on her face. When the screen says CHEESE again, Rosé suddenly leans over and licks the side of your face. You are so surprised you don't know how you react until the photo replays.

"Oh my god! That's great!" Rosé laughs.

You take the next few photos in the same fashion, going for ridiculous and silly in each one. After every photo, Rosé would shift her weight on your lap, rubbing against your erection each time. You are certain that she has to be well aware of what she is doing, and by the time the countdown for the last photo appears, you have made up your mind.

When the screen flashes, you turn Rosé's head to you and push your lips flush against hers. To your surprise, it takes less than half a second for her to respond, her hands moving up to cup your face. You kiss passionately like that until the simple need for air breaks you apart.

"I was starting to think all my work was for nothing," she says, a devilish grin on her face.

You raise an eyebrow at her; apparently, all your theories have just been confirmed. "You planned all this then?"

"I told you we know how to have our fun at these things," she comments, twirling a strand of hair in her finger.

"We?"

Mischief gleams in her gaze for a moment, “Maybe later. I know you’re a reporter, but you shouldn’t ask too many questions.”

She places a delicate finger to your lips as she gets up off your lap. The low ceiling of the booth doesn't allow her to stand up fully, but she doesn't have to as she crouches and reaches under her dress and begins pulling down her panties. "Fuck...these things are definitely ruined. I practically soaked them."

Her comment is more to herself than you, but your cock only grows harder at the revelation. You watch as she slides her thong down past her ankles, and her eyes fall to your crotch. With nimble fingers, she works on your button and zipper, springing free your aching cock.

"Oh wow..." she mutters, eyeing it with an animalistic hunger. "I would love to wrap my lips around that..."

"You're more than welcomed to," you groan, starting to get that sense of teasing with the amount of anticipation that is building. You are tempted to just force her head onto your cock, but you stop short when she speaks.

"Later. We don't have a lot of time."

Your disappointment at that statement is short-lived as she stands again and turns around. Rosé lifts her skirt and hovers over your lap. Grabbing hold of your member, you let out a groan as she positions it at her entrance, rubbing it for a second in her dripping juices. Unable to hold out, you thrust your hips slightly upward, causing your tip to pierce her folds.

"Mmm, somebody's anxious," she purrs, her accent coming out thick.

"Can you fucking blame me?" you say through gritted teeth, reaching out to grab her waist. Before you can yank her down, she beats you to it and spears herself on your rod. "Oh fuck," you let out, feeling how tight her petite body is.

"God, you feel fucking amazing," you mutter into her shoulder.

"Ah~...and you're...much bigger than you look," she says, clearly trying to adjust to the size she just filled herself with in one go. Apparently, the discomfort isn't so bad as she soon begins lifting and dropping herself on your cock slowly. "Try not—ooh— to get too loud," she moans out, her ass rocking against you.

"Speak for yourself," you grunt, your hands gripping her waist firmly as you start to move your hips to match the movement of hers.

You can't wrap your head around the fact that you're fucking a member of one of the most famous girl groups in the world in a photobooth at a gala with hundreds of celebrities. Thankfully, you don't need to wrap your head around it, as long as you keep fucking her. With that in mind, you take control of the pace, gripping her waist and forcing yourself up into her. Each time you spear her pussy, it's like another piece of heaven. Her pussy is squeezing you like there's no tomorrow, only increasing the pleasure you get with each thrust.

"Shit, yes, yes! Fuck me," Rosé chants in a loud whisper as she puts her hand on the console to steady herself as you thrust up into her.

"God, you're fucking tight," you moan, continuing to pound her Australian pussy. "Someone could look in here at any second."

"Oooh, I know," she lets out a shuddering breath.

"You're getting off on that, aren't you?" you continue the dirty talk, sliding a strap off her shoulder so you can push her top down to fondle her pert breast.

"Yes, yes! It fucking turns me on," Rosé pants.

For a moment, you fear she has given you away, but you're too far gone to truly care at this point. Her hands slide down the console, and you're only aware of what happens when the shutter of the camera makes you look up. Looking over Rosé's shoulder as she bounces up and down, you see your photo displayed, Rosé's mouth opened in pleasure.

Grinning to yourself, you increase the speed of your thrusts, determined to get her orgasm face by the last photo.

"OH!" she squeals, surprised by your sudden turn of action. "Oh fuck, right there. Keep going," she pants, her hand covering yours and holding it firmly against her breast.

You squeeze firmly, shoving every inch of your meat deep into her snatch. Her lithe body arches back into you. She's panting heavily, each thrust causing her to take a sharp breath. You turn her head towards you and kiss her, her hand gripping the back of your head. It's sloppy and passionate, perfectly fitting the current heated moment that is occurring.

"I'm close. I'm so fucking close," Rosé chants, continuing to grip your head as she moves her hips to yours.

A few moments later, you have to cover her mouth with your hand as she shrieks her orgasm. Her walls clench around you as she comes, her juices flooding your cock.

"I'm going to cum," you warn, knowing you aren't going to last through her orgasm.

"Mmmph," Rosé says, until you remove your hand, "In me! Cum inside me!"

You don't take a second to question it, instead thrusting your hips upward, your cock pushing into her one last time as you empty rope after rope of your seed into her womb. You continue unloading into the star for what seems like eternity until you both finally collapse in the booth. Her body heaves on top of yours as she tries to catch her breath.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard before," you pant, causing the Blackpink singer to giggle.

"Don't speak too soon," she says, leaning back and kissing you softly on the lips. Thinking of what she could have planned only causes your cock to twitch inside her with anticipation.

One thing is for certain: this girl certainly knows how to have fun.

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bagopucks · 5 months

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J. Drysdale - Orange, Orange, Orange

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Jamie Drysdale x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warning(s): cuss words, reader wanting to strangle Trevor✨

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Everybody has their own playoff traditions. For most teams, it’s the beards. And every stadium also has a different approach. For the Anaheim Ducks and Honda Center, it’s ‘Paint It Orange.’

Jamie and Trevor go all out. Their apartment gets decorated completely. Orange throw pillows, orange plates and cups, orange shower curtain. Anything that can be replaced for cheap during the playoffs. It’s atrocious. I love seeing my boyfriend and his clingy bestie, but god I hate seeing that orange. It’s too much.

Do I tell them that? Absolutely not.

The boys love it. They love getting into the playoff spirit, and I’d even venture to say it’s a ritual now. A superstition that they add to every year. This year I was anticipating orange drapes or maybe even an orange carpet.. but I couldn’t have been farther from the right idea.

Trevor and Jamie had been radio silent all day. Both in our group chat and in individual texts. It was unlike them. Especially Jamie, who always texted me in the morning. I was suspicious, but I didn’t think too much into it. We were coming up on the first playoff game. Two days away. It was likely that they were only anxious. Antsy.

I thought maybe a quick box of donuts might be nice. I swung by a local donut shop and picked up two dozen before making the drive to their place. Jamie always enjoyed the jelly filled and chocolate covered ones, but Trevor had so many things he enjoyed that it was hard to remember all the flavors. And knowing these boys and their appetites, it was safer to get two dozen.

When I got to their place, I gently kicked their door with my foot a few times, seeing as my hands were full. I heard a faint, ‘coming’ from Trevor. I eyed the orange wreath on their door while I waited. It was new. That must have been the addition for this year’s playoff run. They hadn’t had one in a while. I would have expected something more drastic to celebrate.

When the door opened, I was met with a shirtless Trevor. His long hair was pulled back in a ponytail -no doubt one I left behind at some point- and his shorts were covered in orange. His arms had a bit of the orange substance on them as well. My brow furrowed.

“Hey! You brought us donuts. That’s awesome.” Trevor smiled, “can you bring ‘em inside? Just toss them on the counter.” He stepped aside, letting me in before he shut the door and locked it.

“Trevor, what’s going on?” I asked as I walked through the house, greeted by the ugly oranges of their decorations. I set the boxes of donuts on the counter, opening one to pull out one of the jelly filled treats. I took a bite out of it as I turned to look at Trevor.

“Stuff.” He answered, nodding a little too dramatically for me to believe him.

“Where’s Jamie?”

“Out.” I didn’t like or believe that answer either.

“Doing what?” I pressed on.

“Hey! Who’s that?” I heard Jamie shout, his voice echoing from a room I could only assume was the bathroom. Trevor’s face fell the moment he knew he’d been caught in his own lie.

“It’s your girlfriend! She brought us donuts!” Trevor called, the volume of his voice irritating my ears. I winced.

“You’re such a liar, Trevor.” I scoffed out, shaking my head at him.

“Tell her to come here! She can help!” Even yelling, Jamie’s voice sounded soft.

Trevor looked at me with a cautious gaze, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Why don’t you want me here?” I immediately asked, accusation in my tone. Trevor refused to answer right out.

“Oh boy…” he mumbled. Clearly, he knew whatever I was about to see, I was not going to like. “Come on.”

I followed incredibly close behind Trevor, contemplating a few times, simply pushing him out of the way. But once we got to the bathroom, I was glad we’d taken our time getting there. It gave me time to brace myself.

The gasp I drew in was second to none, horrified and surprised in the worst ways.

I stood there in shock for maybe a total of ten seconds. A ticking time bomb.

“So… you like it?” The optimism in Trevor’s voice set me off.

“What the fuck?” I shouted, staring down at my shirtless boyfriend and his lathered orange hair. “Jamie! What the fuck?”

Trevor was standing behind me, and I could tell the boys were looking at each other when my boyfriend’s eyes drifted past me.

“This is why I told you not to invite her.” Trevor mumbled. I spun on my heels.

“Because I don’t want my boyfriend looking like..” I paused, looking back at Jamie. He flashed me a nervous smile. “Like the Lorax?” I wasn’t necessarily angry.. just.. caught off guard. Nobody informed me of this. Nobody told me I was going to have to look at Jamie like this for possibly months.

“So you don’t like it?” Jamie’s smooth voice piped up, causing my tense gaze to move from Trevor back to the once dark haired man. I pursed my lips, trying to calm myself as I noticed the concern in Jamie’s features.

“I’ll be honest with you J.. I don’t. No.” His face fell. I shook my head as I kicked my shoes off and stepped onto the dirty towels on the floor. I glanced at him in the mirror, then back down to his figure sitting on a foldable chair. I immediately reached for a silky lock of wet orange hair, still covered in fresh dye. “Oh my god…” I mumbled, feeling like a mother with her child.

“That bad, huh?” Jamie inquired, eyeing my reflection in the mirror.

“I love you.. just.. not your orange hair.” He was slow to nod. Jamie never liked knowing I didn’t like something. I always tried to tell him that it didn’t matter. Just because I didn’t like something, didn’t mean he needed to change it or throw it away. But he always wanted to make me happy. I could tell though, that this stressed him out. Because he couldn’t easily fix this.

“It’s not that bad.” Jamie tried to reason.

“No it’s pretty bad.” I wanted to card my hands through his hair, but I couldn’t. These idiots. God knows what this would turn out like. “Jame- your hair is so dark.. what if this turns out looking like shit? Like actual shit? Did you guys even bleach it enough?” Jamie, nor Trevor had a good response. So instead, my boyfriend opted to change the topic.

“Trevor‘s gonna do it too.” I looked back at Trevor while Jamie’s eyes were fixed on himself in the mirror.

Trevor shook his head with a snicker. My brow furrowed at his amusement, and the lines connected when I noticed Trevor was not worried about his own perfect hair.

I realized quickly that this was not a playoff ritual. This was Trevor tricking his best friend into something embarrassing. I would have considered it a prank if I didn’t know how humiliated Jamie would be once he found out.

I wanted to strangle him. I wanted to yell at him. I wanted to grab Trevor by the hair and throw him off the roof. Instead, I came up with a much less hostile approach.

“Thats really sweet of you Trev. At least if it ends badly Jamie won’t look… orange all alone.” I cooed. Trevor looked confused, but I let him off the hook for a moment.

“I don’t like this look.. I really don’t, but if it’s for playoffs, I understand. How much longer does this have to sit, J?” I asked, watching him reach for his phone on the stained counter.

“Thirty more minutes.” I nodded gestured for him to move and sit on the edge of the bath tub. He did so with ease.

“You want this?” I presented the donut I took a bite of to him, and Jamie quickly reached for it. He mumbled a sheepish, ‘thanks,” in return.

“Trevor,” I immediately turned to him. “I’ll help you with your hair.”

It was Trevor’s turn to be concerned, shaking his head and laughing anxiously.

“No.. no.. J’s got it.” He took a step back to escape the bathroom.

“No, I insist. I’d rather it not get anywhere else on Jamie anyway. His arm hair doesn’t need to be orange too. Come on.” I grabbed his arm, pulling him a bit forcefully back into the bathroom.

“I think it’ll look so good on you, Trev.” I taunted as I pushed him down into the chair. “J, can you go get me a drink from the fridge?” Jamie looked up from his phone and nodded, slipping out of the bathroom.

“Fuck you Trevor,” I hissed quietly, “you know how embarrassed he would have been? He probably would’ve chopped all his hair off.” Trevor’s eyes quickly found the floor. I wondered if he even thought this idea through entirely.

“I wish you wouldn’t be so rough on him sometimes. He’s not you, Trev.” My tone softened -though the annoyance remained- as I glanced down at all of the items on the counter. I reached for the bleach and prepped it before grabbing a spare pair of gloves, slipping them on.

“This one was pretty bad, huh?” Trevor muttered, right before Jamie returned with the water. I flashed him a smile as he set it on top of the toilet.

“Getzlaf‘s gonna love this look on you guys.” I was quick to change the subject, beginning to lather the bleach in Trevor’s hair. He may not have even needed it, but I decided to go with it for safe measure. I peeked over at Jamie, who was watching with curious eyes. I realized he already had another donut in hand. I also realized, that the poor kid’s eyebrows were still as dark as can be.

“He’ll support us.” Trevor reasoned.

“I’m sure he will.” Sarcasm laced my tone.

“I think we’ll look pretty cool.” Jamie’s excitement made me feel bad for knowing what I did about Trevor’s plans. And it made me feel bad for disagreeing in my head.

“The coolest, J.” I responded, trying to sound genuine.

It took me around ten minutes to get Trevor’s hair covered well. At that point, it was a waiting game for Jamie. Another fifteen minutes went by where I sat by my boyfriend on the lip of the bath tub, leaning on him as he scrolled through his phone, occasionally moving an orange lock from his eyes that kept falling astray. His mother didn’t like it when his hair got too long, I could only imagine what she’d say when she saw it was a whole new color.

When Jamie’s hair timer had gone off, I made Trevor go and grab me a cup. I helped Jamie sit on the floor and lean his head back into the bath tub, sighing to myself as I turned the bath tub on and found a comfortable temperature for the water.

When Trevor returned with the cup, I took it from him and filled it, resting my hand over Jamie’s eyes as I poured the first round of water through his hair, pushing my fingers through after. This was gonna take a while.

“I’ve seen you blonde.. but this is something else..” I mumbled. I did find momentary joy in the way Jamie’s eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling of having someone wash his hair. His orange hair.

“If this comes out bad, I’m taking you both to the local salon.” I added, getting to a point where the orange didn’t completely stain the water as it went down the drain. I turned off the tub faucet and asked Trevor to get me a towel, which he came back with faster than the cup.

“It’s not Carla,” Trevor shook his head. I glared at him.

“I don’t really care who it is. You’ll go unless you want to look like an off brand red head.” Jamie’s eyes opened, worriedly looking between me and his best friend.

I grabbed the towel from Trevor and turned back to my boyfriend, wrapping the towel around his hair and squeezing it a few times before I helped him sit up, and draped the towel over his shoulders.

“Move.” Trevor didn’t look very pleased that I was kicking him out of his seat, but he did nonetheless. Jamie slipped back into the foldable chair, and I bent over to search the cabinet beneath the sink for my spare hair dryer. When I spotted it, I was quick to pull it out.

I eyed the cord for a moment. “I don’t wrap my hairdryer cords like this.” I glanced between both boys, curious as to who had used my dryer while I was away.

“Sometimes my hair doesn’t dry fast enough before I go out.” Jamie’s gentle confession made my gaze soften.

I plugged the cord into the outlet and opened the medicine cabinet to grab one of the combs inside.

“Wait that’s mine!” I glared over at Trevor before putting the comb back and grabbing the other. Part of me wanted to snap his in half. Torturing Jamie and he still thought he could sit there and make requests.

I turned the hair dryer on, pointing it down at my lover as I slowly ran his comb through his hair. He looked pleased with all the attention. I didn’t mind it.. I just wished I could have given it to him under other circumstances that didn’t involve orange hair.

As his hair dried, the orange took on a much lighter look. Still hideous, but it looked like it would match the jerseys. Jamie took a few pictures of it.

When I had his hair mostly dry, I turned the dryer off and set it on the counter with the comb. I ran my fingers through his hair a few times, ruffling and fixing the part, before I leaned forward to press a kiss to his head.

“Do you like it now?” Jamie spoke softly, his eyes searched my expression in the mirror.

“It’ll grow on my eventually.” I tapped his shoulder. “You wanna help me finish Trev?”

“Oh! Yeah!”

“Trevor sit on the floor and lean your head over the bath.”

I repeated the process of washing hair with Trevor, this time with the help of Jamie, who really just handed me shampoo when I needed it.

When I had his hair washed and towel dried, I had him and Jamie switch places again, and I began to dry Trevor’s hair- with his own comb. After I was sure every strand was no longer damp, I put my dryer away and set Trevor’s comb aside.

“I think when we’re done, you guys should send some photos to your mothers.” I advised, smiling to myself at the thought of either woman’s reaction.

Jamie’s head shot up from his phone. Had he not considered his mother as a factor before agreeing to this?

“She’s gonna flip…”

He hadn’t.

“Oh my god, Jamie-“ I hid my face in my hands to mask my frustration.

“Can you call her with me?” His request was met with a reluctant no from myself.

“You made your bed, lover. And this one you have to lay in alone.” I chuckled. “Good luck.”

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IRL Japanese 2: Things the kids I teach say all the time

If you're planning to work as an ESL teacher in Japan working with kids, this vocab is gonna be super useful for you! You'll pick up a lot as you go along, but it's good to have an overview from the start.

できた = done, finished (whenever they finish an exercise I've set them. The older kids will use the ます-form, but kids under like age 8 will use this one)

かえる？= is it time to go home? (lit: go home?)

わかった = got it (again, the older kids will use the ます-form)

わからない / わかんない = I don't get it (idk if わかんない is just dialect or if it's common overall, but I hear it more than わからない. Usually from the kids who don't wanna be there and are making zero effort)

ちがう = wrong / different (when they give an answer but realise it's not correct. It's basically like "wait, no")

ばか = idiot (sometimes boys say this to their friends)

全部？（ぜんぶ）= everything?! (asked in disbelief when I ask them to write more than one word)

やめろ = stop it! (used with friends when they're teasing each other)

いたいよ = that actually hurts, you know! (used with friends when they're rough-housing)

よし (more like 'yoshhh') = right then (filler word indicating the start of an activity or a change of activity)

水筒（すいとう）= water bottle (most kids bring one to class and frequently forget to take them with them when they go home)

忘れた（わすれた）= I forgot (usually in reference to the text book they left at home)

トイレに行きたい = I want to go to the bathroom

先生、大好き！（せんせい、だいすき！）= I love you, Sensei!

Other useful classroom/school vocabulary:

サイコロ = dice

トランプ = playing cards

ごろごろ = onomatopeia for the sound for rolling (I found the kids got confused if I just mimed rolling a dice/ball and said "roll!" but if I did the gesture and said "gorogoro", they understood)

ビリビリ = onomatopeia for ripping (useful for when you have tear-apart crafts in class)

ケシケシ = onomatopeia for erasing something (useful when you try to explain to a kid they spelled something wrong. Because it's easier to just say "A kesh-kesh, E" than "Not A, E. Okay great you wrote E, but A needs to go. No no no not the whole word, just A. Oh my God. Okay. Let me write it and you copy.")

ちょっと = a little, soon, wait a little (useful if the kids are getting a bit antsy and ready to go home a bit too early/don't want to wait their turn. Don't use it with parents though!)

がんばれ = do your best / you can do it!

あぶない！= dangerous / look out! (useful if a kid unexpectedly runs in front of me while I'm carrying a table)

せえの！= Altogether now! (When I need the kids to repeat something after me)

だめだよ = Don't do that (for when the kids repeatedly do something I've asked them not to do)

少々お待ちください（しょうしょう　おまち　ください）= polite form of "please wait a moment". Useful if you have a parent talking to you and you need to go get something (e.g. a communication sheet for them to point at so you know what they're trying to say)

授業参観 (じゅぎょうさんかん) = parent observation (PO). A couple of times a year, parents are invited into the classroom to watch the lesson (absolutely not a thing in the UK, not sure about other countries). The past two months I've had POs at my various schools, and so the parents come to the door and ask me if it's PO week. I don't understand most of the question, but I can pick out this one word and a question particle and figure out what they're asking.

It's also obviously a good idea to learn vocabulary related to stationery (eraser, pencil, crayon, pen, notebook, textbook, pencil case etc) because kids forget/lose their stuff all the time and will inevitably ask you if they can borrow something.

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madelynraemunson · 6 months

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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors if u see this NO YOU DO NOT

Chapter 008: Good Girl, Good Fucking Girl

A flustered Eddie orders you to the backseat of his van after weeks of constant teasing.

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020* (all coming soon)

NSFW — dirty-talk, choking, oral (m receiving), face fucking, fingering, deep throating, ball play, slapping, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, aggressive!eddie, daddy kink, dominant!eddie, submissive!shy girl, finger sucking, praising kink, titty fucking, swallowing, basically anything that doesn’t involve a condom bc these bitches aren’t prepared

word count: 3k words

“I feel you too, Feel those things you do, In your eyes I see a fire that burns.”

♡

“Back of the van. Now.”

Along with making your pussy swell, Eddie’s ferocity catches you by surprise. He’s never been that rough with you before, even with weeks of his passive aggressive behavior. Eddie’s hand stays glued to your neck while he undresses you with his contentious eyes. He means business.

You rush to the backseat when he releases you, your eagerness to be fucked all the way out making you indifferent to any scratches or scrapes you may acquire along the way.

It makes you look pathetic, you know, but his thirst to have you, even in a well-lit parking lot at borderline dawn would do just about anybody in.

Eddie uses the opportunity of you on all fours to issue a rough smack across your asscheeks. You whimper softly in response.

"Sorry," he coos as he rubs the impact site. "I just couldn’t help myself.”

“That’ll definitely leave a mark,” you comment.

“As intended.”

You lay yourself down on the relatively spacious backseat, propping yourself upwards with your elbows. Eddie follows suit, stumbling on nothing along the way and landing just inches away from your face.

Your hands go up to support him. "Oh my god," you chuckle. You graze up the arms of his leather jacket. "You alright?"

"Better than alright," he replies, undoing his belt and pulling down his jeans. His eyes are fixed on you the whole time. “C’mere.”

Eddie pulls you into another tender kiss, shielding the back of your head with his palm as he lays you all the way down. You instinctively cradle your legs around him, your antsy fingers getting tangled in his thick brown hair, your lips suctioning themselves to his hot, unmarked neck.

Eddie buries his face in your chest, caressing your tits with his tongue and his hands. You palm his erection through his boxers before exploring the small of his back with both your hands. Moaning softly, Eddie grinds himself onto you, getting himself off to the friction of your heat that's barricaded by two stubborn articles of rigid, blue denim.

“‘Tits are fucking perfect,” he says between kisses. “They just sit so pretty.”

It all feels so right. Eddie grabs you by the hips and attempts to thrust further, maximizing your dry touch until you give him the green light to proceed.

“God, I need you now.”

You cup the large and firm protrudence in your hand once again and give his balls a timid squeeze as Eddie groans into your ear.

“You have no idea how long l've been waiting for this,” Eddie continues.

"You and me both," you heave. "Need you so fucking bad, Eddie."

Both of your moans fill the van as your lips crash into each other again, tongues sparring for control. Eddie grabs a hold of your right breast, massaging it gently before playing with your nipples, pinching, rubbing, and flicking to the tempo of his kisses.

"I can't do this," Eddie debates aloud, shaking his head as he plants messy, wet kisses all over your face. “Fuck. I’m screwed.”

You beam up at him, resting your hands on top of his chest. "Don't run from it, Eddie. Just embrace it."

“Kinda too late to retreat, I’m afraid,” he laughs. “I meant I don’t have a condom.”

“We can do other things,” you suggest. “I’m a sucker for foreplay.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Eddie insists.

“I kinda had to. More than twice actually.”

His hand flies to your neck again. You squeal, again.

“Don’t get smart with me now.”

You use this opportunity to get Eddie real fired up. Pouting up at him with your plump lips, you bat your wispy lashes that accessorized your glimmering ‘fuck-me-senseless’ eyes.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Jesus Christ.”

The game of cat and mouse is coming to an end.

Eddie roughly undoes the buttons of your shorts and wrangles them off of you before discarding them off to the side. All in one quick sweep.

His hand lands on your mound and he pauses to admire you before his fingers drive themselves inward. You feel your nipples harden as Eddie continues to venture.

"Fuck, Eddie..." you breathe.

You squirm impatiently as Eddie takes his time pulling down your bright red g-string that unintentionally matched the set he just spoiled you with. He seems to be struggling. To help him out, you reach over to pull your g-string down, but he grabs your wrist and chucks it away. Your heart soars.

“No no, leave ‘em halfway on,” he commands. “It’s hotter that way. Eagerness factor and all.”

You know exactly what Eddie means by that. There’s something so sexy about needing someone so bad that you’re hardly undressed.

Eddie continues to set up access. Meanwhile, you play with his fingers, stripping him of his rings as a hint to how you want him.

Thumb ring, off.

Index finger ring, off.

Middle finger ring, off.

Pinky ring, off.

Eddie doesn’t wear anything on either ring finger. But judging by how this night is headed, you are determined to make that change.

You gasp quietly as Eddie etches gentle circles against your clit, three of his large fingers teasing your already slippery entrance. You breathe out in euphoria when he slides his index finger in.

Testing the waters. Eddie pumps into you in a rotating motion, studying your reaction as you quickly accommodate him.

“Shit,” you moan, tossing your head back in pleasure.

Eddie maintains his steady pace.

“Tell me how you like it,” he encourages you.

“Just like that,” your response is almost inaudible. “I like it like that, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” he whispers. “Good.”

The rhythm continues.

“More,” you instruct him before kissing his chin. His emerging 5 o’clock shadow is tickling you, but you don’t care. “Please, Eddie.”

“What does more mean, babygirl?” Eddie questions. “Hm? What can I do for you?”

“F-faster,” you plead. “And one more finger, please.”

Without hesitation, his middle finger swoops in. He begins to pick up speed.

“Fuck!” you cry out.

You grab onto his hair and pull him closer to you. All the while, Eddie is pistoning in and out of you, at a speed and depth so aching, your eyes begin to well with tears.

Eddie smirks. “What are you crying for, honey? It’s what you wanted.”

“I know, I know,” you mewl. “It just feels too good.”

You bridge your pelvis upward to maximize the sensation. The sounds of your arousal slosh around in the backseat, absolute music to Eddie’s ears. He continues to repeatedly taunt that sweet spot of yours.

“Look at you,” he says. “So wet for me, you hear that sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you nod.

The pet name sends shivers down Eddie’s spine. His eyes are fixated on you now, watching you shake beneath him. You’re mouthing for more because your voice is nearly gone. Eddie uses his pinky and his thumb to keep you propped upward.

He curves his fingers.

The pressure sensation to shoots up to your navel. You abruptly dig your nails into Eddie’s thigh in response to your detonating senses.

“MMM!” you yelp.

Eddie dares to mock you. “Mm?”

“Feel s-so good,” you stammer. “S-so fucking good. More, please, Eddie. I want more.”

He pumps his fingers into you harder, picking up speed with every thrust. And just when you think you’ve adjusted to him, his ring finger slides in.

You squeal in delight as pressure builds and Eddie advances further. He’s so measured, so rhythmic. Those are guitarist fingers if you ever did experience them.

“You still with me, angel?”

You realize you haven’t spoke or looked at him in a while. A kiss lands on the top of your head as you come back to earth. He needs to feel good now.

“Need your cock, Eddie,” you whimper. “Need to spoil you too.”

He chuckles, ruffling your hair with his other hand. “Aw, shucks. That’s thoughtful of you, dear.”

He kisses your forehead. “Alright.”

You both shift around to new positions and comfort levels. This time you’re on your stomach with your back arched, legs slightly parted so Eddie can keep abusing your cunt with those long, thick fingers of his. Eddie lines his groin up with your mouth, teasing you with how slow he’s pulling down the only thing keeping you from devouring him.

"You're only fucking Steve, right?"

You nod. "And…you're not sleeping with anyone?"

"Currently not." Eddie confirms. "And I'm tested, are you tested?"

You nod eagerly. "Cleared."

And the boxers come down.

He’s huge. Your eyes widen as his dagger springs out, his length just as excruciating as Steve’s, but his girth an entirely different ballpark. You rest a clammy set of fingers atop of it and hold in your breath, realizing your dainty little hand can barely envelope his entire circumference.

A thin strand of his pre-cum leaks from his rosy red tip. All for you.

Amused at your reaction, Eddie gives off a single-syllable chuckle. "What?"

"I think you know what.”

He looks at you slyly. "Do I?"

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Eddie shrugs. “Perhaps.” He inches closer to you. “But you’re just as sneaky.”

He gently taps your lips with the tip of his cock, requesting entrance into your mouth. You open up wide, taking him in sliver by sliver, dancing your tongue around his head before moving down his shaft.

“Shit,” he mutters.

You feel him hardening in your mouth. It leaves you stunned. He wasn’t completely hard yet?

You bob your head up and down as you take him, doing swirls around his tip with your tongue and mimicking the motion with your hands as you stroke him. And you don’t want to leave the boys out so after a while, you stroke him with both hands, gliding your thumb along the tip of his head while you tongue his balls. Eddie acquires a huge cluster of your hair and proceeds to lightly guide you.

“My fucking god,” he sputters. “Mmm just like that baby, FUCK.”

Soon he's got your hands behind your back and thrusting into your mouth, the foreshadow of his release running down your chin. You arch your back further to display your pleasure, and to allow easier access for Eddie’s fingers as you throat his long, wide cock to tears.

Meanwhile, his three fingers are a machine, propelling themselves in and out of you, the rattling of your drenched pussy ricocheting off the walls of Eddie's van. Pressure continues to build at your core.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans. He pulls his fingers out to spank you. “Wish you can see how pretty you look right now. Give that mouth a nice lil stretch…”

His cock rams the back of your throat repeatedly. Your resistance in the form of a subtle gag makes it known.

"Keep that mouth open, baby," Eddie instructs. "Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

You gag and you gasp as Eddie fucks your throat, jamming into you so hard you’re sure it’s going to bruise tomorrow. A couple more thrusts, and you tap, digging your sharp nails into his thighs and spitting him out to lubricate his dick.

“Yeah ha!” Eddie chuckles euphorically as you go back to swallowing him down. He pulls you in with your hair. “That’s the stuff, baby. Want you to take me until that pretty jaw locks. Want you to still feel me today, tomorrow, and the day after. Do you understand me?"

You nod your head, yes, rapidly. You pause to take in some air, jacking him off with your hand in the meantime, reveling in the dreamy state in his eyes.

The intense fingering continues, this time, he keeps his fingers curved.

“Oh my GOD!” you scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you continue to jerk Eddie off.

Eddie issues you a mild slap across the face causing you to moan in pleasure. He cups your face with a single hand, encouraging you to look at him and to not break eye contact. He wants to watch you fall apart.

He yanks his three fingers out of you and shoves them into your mouth. You suck on them instantly.

"Mhm," Eddie pants. "You like how you taste huh?"

You’re all tuckered out. Mouth sore, legs like jello, makeup probably non-existent. But you’re in another world. Too far away from Earth to care. And you don’t plan on coming back down any time soon.

“Let’s give that pretty little mouth a break,” Eddie barters. “Lemme fuck your tits.”

Again, with a singular motion, Eddie unclasps your bra and glides it down and away from your arms. You allow him to flip you back over onto your back and watch in absolute bliss as hovers over you.

Pushing your tits together, you watch as Eddie lines himself up, sliding in between and thrusting himself onto you. You poke your tongue out to graze his dick when you can.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans. “This is so hot.”

“You’re so hot,” you insist.

He blushes. “No you’re so hot. And sweaty.”

Eddie’s secretions mixed with your saliva spill onto your chest as he continues to pleasure himself. The fingers that were once inside of you are now in your mouth. You suck on them hard.

“Havin’ the time of your life aren’t you, my little fuck doll?” Eddie asks.

“Mhm,” you nod. “Love letting you use me, Eds.”

Eddie’s face scrunches as he continues to fuck your breasts, beads of sweat raining down on you as he reaches his peak.

“So fucking dangerous,” Eddie tosses his head back. “This is so dangerous. Holy shit. Wanna cum all over you.”

The phone rings. You two flinch at the noise as it yanks you both out of your lust-filled trance.

"Son of a BITCH!” Eddie growls. He debates letting it go to voicemail, but when he sees who's calling he answers the phone.

"What, Henderson?"

"Oh good, you're still awake!" you hear Dustin pant from the other end of the line. "Can you pick us up please? Skull Rock?"

"W-" Eddie's puzzled. "Us? Who's us? Why are you shitheads up so late?"

"We've been drinking and we don't wanna walk home," Dustin explains. "Especially cuz Lucas keeps walking into oncoming traffic."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Eddie rages. "You guys work in the afternoon, why would you-"

Eddie slams his palm onto his face as he listens half-assed to Dustin's explanation. They argue back and forth for a little while longer before he caves. Eddie would rather have the boys plastered in his van than in the Uber of a family friend who would snitch to Ms. Claudia Henderson about their shenanigans. Eddie the Hero, per usual.

"I…” Eddie rolls his eyes. "Gotta pick up the boys. If they get caught, a lot of us are in trouble."

“Aw,” you shrug. “Okay.”

“Let’s finish up,” Eddie suggests. “Real quick. Please.”

The easiest ‘yes’ ever. You and Eddie agree to one last face fuck. He thrusts into you messily, eyes closed and concentrated on chasing his release. With his outlet being your pretty, puffy, pink lips it comes quicker than you think.

The thick threads of Eddie’s hot cum shoot to the back of your throat. You swallow instantly, and make sure he’s watching.

Eddie’s mouth flies open as he bears witness to the whole thing. You wipe the remnants of him off with the side of your thumb.

“No need for clean up,” you smile innocently.

For a second it looks like Eddie’s knees almost buckle.

“My god,” he strains. “You need to marry me asap.”

You know it’s a joke, but your heart flutters at the compliment.

“Yeah, right.”

You’re a little bummed the nights been cut short again but you're at ease knowing there's plenty more where that came from.

“I’m so sorry that the night ended this way,” Eddie mutters. “I just didn’t expect literally any of this to happen.”

"It's okay," you giggle. "I remember those days. Dad's controlling ass raised some sneaky kids.”

"Oh yeah?"

"Hell yeah," you nod. "You wouldn't believe the adventures I went on. Billy would tag along too."

Eddie smiles. “Since we’re talking adventures, this one of ours has to be my favorite.”

You two proceed to drive along to Skull Rock, the skull shaped boulder made infamous by Eddie and Steve. Eddie won't go into full detail about how they made it so well known. Just that it was them that did it.

Eddie slithers his hand over to you, resting it atop your thigh.

"Well this changes some things, huh?" he laughs.

"Kinda," you mumble shyly, not even fighting back your ear-to-ear grin anymore.

“In one mile, turn right on Curly Street,” the GPS orders.

A slightly heavy rectangular device lands onto your lap. It’s Eddie’s phone.

"Can you text Dustin for me?" Eddie requests. "Let him know our ETA and all that?"

“Sure!” you oblige.

Eddie gives you his passcode, 0-0-2-0 and you navigate to his text messages to text your rambunctious curly-haired friend.

The concept of it all makes you blush. Eddie trusts you with his phone and letting him text your mutual friends for him. Butterflies form in your stomach.

According to Eds and Siri, you’re five minutes away so that's what you text. Dustin shoots you a thumbs up a few seconds later.

You go to close to the Messenger app. But with an accidental swipe to the left, the conversation below Dustin's happens to catch your eye.

NINA loved "See you soon! 😁”

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joeys-babe · 7 months

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Joey B Imagines: Honeymoon*

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summary: you had given birth to your beautiful baby girl just under a year before you and joe got married. to make the honeymoon something to look even more forward to, you decided to wait till then to have sex for the first time since giving birth.

warnings: smut

pairing: joe burrow x reader

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(y/n’s pov)

joe was getting antsy, that's for sure.

it was honeymoon night and he was excited for what was about to happen next.

he was standing behind me, holding our leftovers in his hands as i tried to use the key to open.

i felt him shift behind me. he was looking over my shoulder. im guessing trying to figure out what was taking so long.

"here give me the key." - joe

"no. it's okay, i got it." - you

"give me the key." - joes voice grew stern. he wasn't offering, he was demanding

he handed me the leftovers from the restaurant we had just left as i gave him the key.

joe got the door open and quickly walked in, he moved out of the way so i could follow him and then he closed and locked the door behind me.

i walked over to the fridge and put the food up, knowing joe was watching me.

"baby.. can we go to bed?" - joe

"yeah lemme shower first." - you looked at him innocently, playing dumb

"that's not what i- you know what never mind. i'll be waiting for you in here, okay?" - joe

"okay joey." - you

i left joe alone and walked into the master suite, in all honesty i wasn't about to shower. i was gonna use this time to get ready for what usually leads to a shower.

i turned the water on to be safe, i didn't want him to hear me opening my suitcase up.

unzipping my bag, i dug to the bottom and grabbed the lace black lingerie that had been hiding.

slipping it on, i felt so confident in it but i definitely still had my doubts.

after that i re-curled some pieces of my hair that had fallen.

for the next 10 minutes i just sat in the bathroom scrolling through my phone, not exactly stalling but also trying to kill some time.

i wanted to make sure sam was asleep so i called my best friend, alexa.

"are you and joe not fucking right now?" - alexa

"oh my god, no. i'm in the bathroom alone." - you

"okay.. what's up?" - alexa

"i just wanted to talk, we really haven’t talked since the wedding yesterday." - you

“uhm.. okay?” - alexa

"so like how've you been?" - you

"y/n.. what are you stalling for?" - alexa

"i'm not stalling!" - you

"you just got very defensive, why are you hiding in the bathroom?" - alexa

"okay so.. im literally in the bathroom wearing lingerie stalling because i'm scared" - you

"of what?!" - alexa

"what if joe doesn't like how i look.. my body has changed a lot after having the baby and i'm scared he's not gonna find me attractive anymore." - you

"y/n burrow. you're speaking nonsense." - alexa

"i- i'm just scared" - you

"you really think joe isn't gonna like how you look? you know he's obsessed with you, i'm sure he's already tried to make moves on you today. no way he'd pass up the chance of joining the mile high club with you on your way there." - alexa

"okay yeah he has been making moves, but i'm still worried!" - you

"don't overthink it. are you just going to walk up to him in it?" - alexa

"uh no, i was thinking about putting something over it. i brought one of his jerseys, but i could also use one of the robes here" - you

"no use the jersey, i'm gonna go now. good look, babe!" - alexa

"thanks.." - you

she hung up and i let out a loud sigh.

i turned the water off and quietly slipped into the bedroom, making my way over to my suitcase and unzipping it.

grabbing the jersey i ran my hand over the letters on the back. it was something about seeing my new last name on the back.

i put it on and smoothed it out as i took a deep breath and started down the hallway.

when i got to the end of the hallway i saw joe sitting on the couch shirtless. the tv was on but he wasn't watching it, when i looked over his shoulder i saw that he was looking at the wedding pictures that we had just received.

i put my hands over his eyes, he jumped slightly but he quickly realized it was just me.

"guess who?" - you

"uhhh... i have no idea. is that you coach??" - joe

i laughed slightly before taking my hands off and walking in front of him.

"holy shit." - joes eyes scanned your body

he dropped his phone next to him, making it known that his full attention was on me.

"you like what ya see?" - you did a slow spin

after i did my spin and i was facing him again, seeing the look in his eyes made my stomach drop.

"fuck yeah." - joe

i moved forward and straddled him.

wrapping my arms around his neck as his arms snaked around my waist, i let my lips fall to his.

"you're all mine." - joe mumbled into the kiss

his hands migrated to my hips as he started moving me back and forth, grinding me against him.

still grinding against him, his lips left mine as his kisses wandered down to my neck, there were definitely going to be visible marks.

as he was sucking on my neck i let out a moan and grabbed onto his hair causing him to grip my hips.

"no matter how good you look in my jersey, i need to get it off of ya." - joe

he bunched up some of the fabric and looked up at me, wanting me to either tell him to continue or to stop.

"please joe." - you

"please what baby?" - joe grinned dirtily

"take it off me." - you gripped his biceps

joe pulled the jersey over my head and threw it to the side. when he saw the lingerie i had hidden underneath his eyes darkened to a shade id never seen before.

"fucking hell, you're so beautiful." - joe groaned

"i- i was scared you wouldn't like it." - you

joe’s whole body tensed up and it felt like the whole world stopped, please tell me i didn't just ruin this moment.

"what?" - joe

"i don't know, i'm sorry for saying anything.. it's just that my body has changed since having the baby and i was worried you wouldn't be attracted to how i looked in the lingerie." - you

"baby.. are you being for real? i mean this in the most serious way possible but you know you turn me into a horny teenager." - joe

i laughed slightly before i started rubbing his arms.

"again i'm sorry for even saying anything, i was just a little self conscious." - you

"you're safe with me babe... do you want me to keep going?" - joe

"oh yes of course... i need you." - you

"that's it, can you get up for a sec" - joe

i nodded and stood up from sitting on him. he too stood up and pulled his shorts down, his impressive length flinging free.

"no boxers?" - you grinned

"it's our honeymoon, thought i'd have them off more often then on so what's the point of wearing ‘em." - joe smirked

"you're so hot." - you stared at him open mouthed

"i know, gorgeous c’mere." - joe

he sat down on the couch and grabbed the underside of my thighs, pulling me to him.

joe gently put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the floor.

once on my knees, he didn't even have to tell me what to do. this position was all too familiar.

joe let his eyes close as he felt my hand wrap around him, his head falling back as he let out a groan when the movements increased.

when my lips wrapped around his tip he dropped one of his hands from the couch and let it find my hair, he wrapped my hair around his hand controlling the depth and pace.

"i don't think you understand.. how fucking good this feels." - joe moaned

i used my hand to continue the movements on his base.

endless groans, moans, and curses flew out of his mouth. thank god there is no one else staying anywhere close to us.

i noticed his breathing quicken as his hands started guiding me with more strength.

"your mouth y/n, holy shit!" - joe moaned

he came not much longer after that. he let go of my hair and leaned forward, pulling me into a kiss.

"get up here with me. it's your turn" - joe breathed out

i suddenly became very nervous, sure i was excited to be brought pleasure and i was glad it was from joe... but i was just so nervous.

when he noticed i hadn't moved from my position below him joe opened his eyes and leaned up.

"you okay? you're safe with me baby." - joe

"i- i know, and uh i'm okay." - you

"are you just a little nervous?" - joe

i nodded and he reached out for my hand, lifting me up to stand.

"that's okay, it's the first time since you gave birth. you know i won't hurt ya, and if i do something that makes you uncomfortable tell me to stop immediately okay?" - joe

"okay.. thank you." - you

"you don't have to thank me." - joe

i stood up from my kneeling position and sat down next to him.

"i love you." - you kissed him

"love you too babe, now what am i gonna do with you?" - joe smirked

joe turned me to where i was laying flat on my back against the couch.

he gently parted my legs and started placing kisses on the inside of my thighs.

"don't tease, burrow" - you

"be patient, burrow" - joe looked up at me with a grin

good lord... this man.

joe moved the fabric aside as he connected his lips to my core, i was seeing stars.

"fuck joe!" - you moaned

i could literally feel him smile against me.

his mouth was literal magic, and it wasn't long till i was practically screaming his name.

the smug look on his face was evident.

he knew the effect he had on me and it turned him on extremely.

looking down and seeing his already hard again and throbbing dick more than ready to be inside of me was exciting.

"i think you're more than ready for me." - joe

"joey." - you whined

"yeah baby? what is it?" - joe

i moaned in response, unable to form words as i watched him slowly pump himself.

"i need your dick in me, please joe." - you

"i forgot how needy you are." - joe

"shut up and fuck me." - you

"don't gotta tell me twice." - joe

he got on top of me, his hands on either side of my head holding himself up.

i wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me, our lips engaging in a filthy kiss as he entered me.

"oh my god- fuck." - joe

we were too busy moaning into each others mouths to kiss.

his thrusts were fast and hard, but i needed more.

"joey." - you moan

"yeah?" - joe breathed out

"harder." - you

"your wish is my command, mama." - joe

his hips met mine with heavy hard thrusts.

i was slowly moving farther up on the couch because of him literally pounding into me.

"damn it!" - joe groaned

with joe on top i could see his facial expression's, those that only showed how good he was feeling.

multiple thrusts later i could feel that unmistakable feeling in my stomach.

"joey, im close." - you gripped his biceps

he acted fast, his already ferocious pace speeding up as i moaned louder and louder.

"that's it baby, just let go." - joe groaned

that and a few more thrusts had me coming apart underneath him.

but the thing is, joe hadn't finished yet.

"babe." - your breathy voice rang out

"yeah?" - joe

"turn us." - you

"baby, you don't have too-" - joe

"i said turn us." - you

joe grabbed me and turned us around with ease, his back was now against the couch and i was on top.

in all honesty i didn't have the energy to ride him, but i wasn't about to let him walk away from this without finishing.

slowly, i started moving on his length. taking every glorious inch of him and then pulling off.

joes neck was rolling in every which way as his nose and eyes were scrunched.

"fuck, baby." - joe moaned

he had his hands on my hips to help guide me at the speed he wanted.

"i'm about to cum, y/n." - joe

i grabbed the back of neck and pulled him up to me, his lips attacking mine.

joe let out a guttural sound into the kiss as i felt him let go inside of me.

i got off of him and dropped next to him onto the couch. joe immediately pulled me to him and rubbed my naked back.

"that was amazing.." - joe

"mhm." - you mumbled against his chest

"i know you already showered, but we should go wash up." - joe

"i never showered." - you giggled as you traced the ridges in his abs

"okay well now you can come take a bath with me. i saw that huge tub in there so i know this is about to be relaxing.” - joe

he stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up.

i stumbled a bit, my legs were still wobbly from what we had just done but joe guided me to the bathroom.

he lowered in first and then i did, my back against his chest as i sat between his legs.

"i love you so much baby, i'm so happy you're my wife." - joe rubbed your shoulders

"i love you too, hubby." - you

we both giggled at the nickname before he kissed my forehead.

i've never felt so loved.

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authors note: why are imagines so much more fun to write than stories?

hope you enjoyed it!! ❤️❤️

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antiwhores · 1 year

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hear me out - being with newly appointed pro hero bakugou and finding out he's a virgin, slowly introducing him into new things and him, the big bad and scary kastuki bakugou, being a whiny baby in bed 👀

could be a series, could be a drabble, I'm just putting my ideas on the table yk 🤷🏽‍♀️

(just read this over, and it's so vague and not descriptive 💀 clearly there's a reason I don't write myself but anywaysss)

You’re so real for this.

He confesses to his virginity one night during patrol - on accident of course. You’re his sidekick, maybe a little higher in rank then him. You LOVE to tease him. People call you crazy for it since hes always so close to blasting you to hell but you dont care. The angry flush on his face always does it for you.

“You probably pay for prostitutes all the time Bakugou!” He clicks his tongue dismissively at you, “The hell I do.” “Just admit you’re a devious pervert! I already know! You wanna know how I know? The way you stare at me when I-“ “IM A VIRGIN. THERE ARE NO PROSTITUTES.”

Big mistake on his part, the teasing gets worse. Who knew that the great Dynamite would let his secretary bully him?

“Hey Dynamite, ‘bet you haven’t even kissed anyone yet, huh?” You blurt one day through a giggle. These files were getting boring and having to sit in silence for too long made you antsy. He mumbled something under his breath before continuing to highlight passages through his reading glasses.

You questioned him but he ignored you. You hated being ignored.

You got up and walked over to him, spinning his chair towards you and supporting yourself on his thighs. “Am I right then?” You cooed, inches before his face. He groaned, “Do your fucking work and leave me alone before I fire your ass.”

Your face immediately lights up, “Oh my god! You haven’t!” A red bush infects his cheeks when he looks away. He looks embarrassed and humiliated and you start to feel bad. “Shut the fuck up, I have before.”

You wrap yours arms around his neck and pull him in to your chest. “Its okay~.” And in the split of a second, without even thinking, you connect your lips to his. It was quick, just a small peck.

But Bakugou was HOOKED. his face was blushed and his breathing was picking up.

He would never admit this but he does have a thing for you. He thinks about you a lot. A LOT. In ways that he shouldn’t whilst being your boss. He finds himself at night thinking about all of your words. Your teases and your lingering touches.

He thinks that you brainwashed him, you’re definitely lying about your quirk. Your quirk has to be a love plague type.

Thats why he grabbed your face and shoved his tongue in your mouth. Thats also why he shoved you on his lap and held you there just so he could hump you like a feral bunny until he came all over himself.

Its also why he’s texting you at 2 am with his cock in his hand.

Katsuki: Oi

Y/n: Whats up, boss?

How is he supposed to ask to fuck you? But not right away? But he still wants to touch and fuck you? Also he wants nudes.

This is too confusing.

Y/n: Your dick is probably in your hand right now. Isn’t it?

He’s adding telepathy to you quirk file tomorrow.

Y/n: I’ll help you out. *one attachment*

You sent a picture of your bare, soapy titties. He didn’t think that he could get harder in his hands. His slow and sensual strokes turned hard and fast until he came on himself for the second time today.

Damn it, you were going to be the end of him.

After last night, you both would meet up. It was never planned but always just whenever he would drag you into an enclosed space with a huge hard on.

“Fuck, can you… can we…” You had to squint to see his expression through the darkness of the closet. He was red from the neck to the ears and he breathed in deep, unsteady breaths.

You had already jerked him off once today. He was whining, gripping his desk so hard that it started to chip when he was closed to his high.

“Hmm, I don’t think you’re ready.” You cooed.

He balled up his fists and clenched his teeth at that. “Im not a fucking teenager.” “Yeah well you cum like one.”

Before he could rebuttal you got on your knees. He immediately closed his mouth as you began to unbuckle his belt. “Ill give you something close to it since I’m so nice.”

You whip out his cock so fast his breath hitches. He’s a lot bigger than you’ve ever taken before. You look down to hide the intimidated smile.

He was puddy in your hands as soon as you took the first lap up his cock. You felt his hands tangle in your hair when you finally went down. A moan slipped out before he could catch it when you deep throated him.

Up and down, up and down. His moans got more and more verbal until he started to speak.

“Fuck…. Tellin’ me I can’t fuck you, i- haah- can handle it.”

You panties felt soaked from the dirty words turned insults dropping from his lips. “Fuckin’ tease.” “This is the only thing- haah- you’re good for.”

You could tell he was close; his cock constricted and his knees started to buckle. Suddenly, he grabbed your head and started to face fuck you. All you could do was grab onto his thighs like your life depended on it until he was done.

He moaned loud and long before coming in heavy ropes down your throat. His whole body shook and his eyes rolled back into his head. “Fuuuuuck.”

He refused to move until you swallowed all of his cum. You went into a coughing fit as soon as he freed you from his fat cock.

He bent down and looked you in your clouded eyes. His face flushed and panting, “Thanks.” He uttered awkwardly.

#mha x reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #katsuki x reader #bakugou thirst #bakugou smut #bakugo x reader #mha smut

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mclarengf · 3 months

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thinking about... meeting carlos sainz in the club

note: this is like two steps away from smut i can’t even lie; i love it tho. i would happily make out w carlos for hours and hours x

update: read part two here!!

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the guy in the corner of the club is hot.

he’s leaning against the wall, next to a booth of his friends, probably. he has a drink in his hand, something simple. a beer? doesn’t matter.

he’s really hot.

and he carries himself with a really attractive kind of confidence, like he has a big dick and he knows it.

he’s been watching you too, all night. you’ve noticed it. when you were ordering at the bar, when your friends were dancing with you, and even now, when you’re simply sitting in a booth, chatting about who-knows-what. so, as well as being super hot, this guy also has a staring problem. you’re not complaining though; you’re definitely enjoying his attention.

you pick up your half-empty cocktail and say to your girls, “i’ll be right back.”

he’s still watching, even as he tips his drink toward his mouth. his eyes are locked onto you over the rim of the glass.

you take your time getting to him, stopping at the bar for a refill first, and then checking your appearance in the mirror behind the bartender. you don’t have to look back; you know his gaze is on you the whole time.

you finally walk up to him. he whistles lowly at you.

“guapísima.”

he holds out his hand, and, when you take it, twirls you around. you laugh, excited by the rush of adrenaline you get.

“i saw you staring,” you tell him.

“i can’t help it,” his accent is so sexy, oh my god, “i see you, you’re dancing, you’re flirting; you’re teasing me, hermosa, how can i not stare?”

his hands come down to your waist. you set your drink down and place your hands on top of his.

“you want to dance with me?”

you don’t bother replying. instead, you start walking backwards, trusting him to guide you safely to the dancefloor.

when you’re comfortably in the thick of the crowd, he handles you so you’re pressed to his front, practically grinding up on him.

“ay, mami,” one arm moves across your torso, his hand ending up splayed against your sternum possessively.

you’re not really dancing, rather just moving to the beat, more or less. you can’t say dancing’s the first thing on your mind right now, though, because you can feel him, and you want more. you turn back around to face him and wrap your arms around his neck. his hands fly to your waist. his eyes dart down to your lips, and he licks his.

as you move, you feel his hands drifting lower, to settle on your arse. he pulls you flush against him, somehow without missing a beat.

“me encantas.”

you’re playing with a lock of his hair, twirling it around your finger. his eyes are so hungry, and dark, and you think you could drown in them if he keeps looking at you like that.

he finally leans down and kisses you, languid and slow. you reciprocate eagerly, already antsy from the build-up you both had created.

he pulls you even closer, and grabs your leg, hitching it up against his hip. then, he pulls on your hair, forcing your mouth open for him, so he can slip his tongue back in.

you’re whining into the kiss, wanting more of him. your hips buck into his, his hand grips onto your shirt as he stumbles back for support, and he caresses your chin, then pulls your face toward him for your lips to meet again.

suddenly, you’re pulled apart. you blink at the man who’s done so, assuming he’s one of your partner’s friends by the way he gets shoved aside with an, “ay, cabrón! fuck off.”

turning back to you, the stranger smiles, and leans in to ask, “do you want to have some proper fun?”

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extra note: perhaps a part two w smut??? 👀 let me know cuties x

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turcott3 · 2 months

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nasty

trevor zegras x fem! reader

warnings?: smut!, cursing, fingering, oral male receiving, unprotected sex, p in v and of course a little bit of fluff

positions fics masterlist

~don’t wanna wait on it tonight, i wanna get nasty~

“trevor, can we go now?” you ask, tugging in his sleeve. you were at the team dinner, which was practically over by now since people had already begun to leave.

“just wait y/n, stop rushing everything’s okay.” he says trying to soothe whatever nerves you had.

“need you so bad.” you whisper into his ear.

“just five more minutes okay?” he replies kissing you on the cheek causing the heat between your legs to burn hotter. you adjusted the way you were sitting and scooted away from your boyfriend, after all his hand running up and down your thigh all night had been the cause of all of this. the five minutes finally pass and you take it upon yourself to leave.

“it was lovely seeing everyone, but we have to go. have a great night.” you smile, anxiously pulling trevor by the sleeve out of the restaurant.

“what was all of that?” he asks once we get to the car.

“trevor you’ve been driving me crazy, your hand running up and down my thigh all night. i was fighting off goosebumps so people wouldn’t think anything was going on at the table. and now i’ve been sitting in soaking underwear for at least an hour, probably more. take us home now.” you demand and he giggles, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

“so antsy baby.” he smirks placing his hand back on your thigh.

“trevor.”

“relax baby, i got you.” he says as he merges onto the interstate, putting the car in cruise control. his right hand travels closer and closer to the heat between my legs, running two fingers over your wet underwear.

“wow you weren’t lying.” he laughs, sliding your pantries to the side and running his fingers through your sensitive folds.

“fuck.” you say shutting your eyes, you’d been yearning for this feeling for the last few hours and it was finally here. you didn’t care that you were in the car riding down the highway at 70 miles per hour.

“that’s my good girl.” he says as he presses two fingers into you causing you to moan loudly.

“fuck trevor. oh my god.” you said as he moved his fingers at an unforgivably slow but godly pace, curling his fingers inside you.

“tell me how it feels huh.” he says.

“it’s fucking good, really fucking good.” you gasp, grabbing tightly onto his wrist as he brought you closer to the edge, quicker than you could’ve ever imagined, almost embarrassingly quick.

“i’m gonna come.” you say breathlessly.

“come for me baby.” he says as you tighten around his fingers, practically screaming out of pleasure as an orgasm rips through your body.

“oh my god.” you gasp, struggling for air, “get off the interstate right now.”

“okay?” he says, sucking his fingers clean of your mess. he finds the nearest exit and pulls into a dimly lit parking lot, stopping the car.

“it’s your turn.” you say as you unbutton his belt, palming at his dick through his underwear, feeling him grow under you.

“y/n.” he says with his breath shaking. you tug down the waistband allowing his dick to spring free. you take it into your hand before leaning over the console and spitting on it, jerking him off more.

“couldn’t wait until we got home, needed you right now.” you say looking up through your eyelashes at the boy who was in awe of you. your tongue makes contact with his tip, tasting the salty taste of his pre cum instantly. with the help of your hand, you took all of him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and pulling him out with the pop of your lips, saliva covering the area around your mouth. you swirled your tongue around the tip while pumping with your hands before taking him all back into your mouth, this time sucking in your cheeks, causing you to gag slightly. you take him out of your mouth, spit webbing from your mouth, which you wipe away with your arm. with tears in your eyes, you make eye contact with the boy, who grabs you by the face with one hand and kisses you shamelessly.

“god you’re so fucking perfect.” he says once he pulls away, sounding nearly intoxicated by the way you made him feel. you climb over the console and straddle his lap, stroking his dick a few more times before placing a hand on his shoulder as you lined him up with your entrance. you sank onto him, a raspy moan leaving your mouth.

“you fit so perfectly around me.” he said pulling your dress up and placing both hands on your bare ass. you bounce up and down at a rhythmic pace, your moans consistent. your lips attached, tongues tangled for what seemed like hours, but after a while, he gripped tightly onto your ass as he littered your neck with hickeys. trevor needed more.

“fuck.” you scream as he bucks his hips up into you, pounding as hard as he could.

“such a pretty girl when i’m fucking you like this.” he says grabbing onto both of your cheeks with one hand, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he thrusted into you at an unforgiving speed, hitting the sweet spot deep inside of you each time.

“oh my god, trevor.” you say, both of your arms wrapping around his shoulders and laying your head on one of them as he continued his pace. you felt yet another orgasm creeping up on you, but you tried your best to hold off.

“are you gonna come for me, i feel you tightening around me, so good.” he says into your ear sending you over the edge.

“oh my fuck.” you say as he slows down his pace, fucking you through your high. his strokes getting slower and sloppier until you feel his warm seed spill deep inside you, slowing down until you were both still, breathing heavily. you could feel his hot breath on your shoulder as he kissed it.

“baby, you made me come so much.” you smile, legs shaking, leaning up to look at his face and kissing him sloppily.

“god i love you.” he says when you pull him out of you and sit back in your seat.

“i love you more.” you say leaning over to kiss him again.

“let’s get home and clean you up okay baby?” he asks, placing his hand back on your thigh, more innocently this time.

“okay.” you sigh, recovering from the fucking you’d the received.

“you know i’m kinda glad you didn’t wanna wait because that was the hottest thing i have ever experienced.” he laughs as you pull into the parking garage of your apartment complex.

“you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever experienced.” you laugh as a reply. you spent the rest of the night together in your bed, fucking like bunnies. you never wanted to stop the feeling he gave you these nights, but most importantly you’d never been more in love.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras x y/n #trevor zegras smut #trevor zegras imagine #anaheim ducks #mason mctavish #turcs’ talk #turcs <3

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wheresarizona · 10 months

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Learning to Live Part 21

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader (reader is a nurse with no physical descriptions)

summary: Javier finally gets to do something he’s been dreaming about (fucking your ass).

rating: E (18+!!! This is literally smut and fluff. No y/n, age gap (around 10 years), soft Javier Peña, alternating pov, the plot of this chapter is anal, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie(s), anal sex (f receiving), anal fingering (f receiving), vaginal fingering, double penetration, oral sex (f receiving), rimming (f receiving), squirting, breeding kink, spanking, multiple orgasms, praise kink (oh boy, is there praise), dirty talk, banter, domestic fluff, aftercare, Javier being a consent king, Javier being adorable)

word count: 9.3k+

a/n: Yes, I dedicated an entire chapter to anal, don’t look at me, we all wanted it! Absolutely finished this chapter on a crowded plane flying across the continent to @juletheghoul's house. Shoutout to @azure-waves for giving this a look over.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!

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“Hot date tonight?” your coworker and best friend, Robyn, asked as you hurriedly got up from your chair at the nurse’s station desk. Four patient charts you’d finished notating were held in one of your arms, pressed to your chest.

“What makes you think I have a hot date?” you replied, walking behind her to the opposite wall where the hanging file folder rack was, putting them in the right slot for the next shift.

“You’re antsy,” she answered in her Texas twang, making your way back to her, taking a seat beside her.

Robyn always looked like she was ready for a night out with her beautiful chestnut-colored hair pulled up in a ponytail, her lips painted in cherry red lipstick, and her makeup looking professionally done. It must take her a while to get ready in the morning, and frankly, you could never—for you, it was making yourself look presentable, and that’s it; hell, some mornings you didn’t even bother with makeup.

Your leg bounced as you checked your watch, seeing your day was over in less than ten minutes, hoping the nurse who was supposed to take over arrived on time.

“And,” Robyn continued, your head turning to meet her blue eyes, her smirking, “you did your chart notes faster than a sneeze through a screen door, so I know you’re dyin’ to get the hell out of here.”

Looking down the hall in front of the desk and side to side to make sure no one was around, you leaned close, whispering, “Every date with Javi is hot, but tonight we’re trying something new…”

Her eyes were sparkling in delight as she gave you a toothy smile. “In the bedroom?” she inquired.

“Yeah…”

There was excitement on her face. “Ooh, lemme guess. Bondage?”

That had you intrigued, thinking of the times you’ve seen Javi with ropes at the ranch and how good he was with them, now imagining him tying you up or fuck, tying him up—heat was creeping up your neck.

“No.” You shook your head.

“Blindfolds?”

That was another one that had your attention, Javi covering your eyes and doing whatever he wanted to you. God, and if you were tied up, too? Swallowing thickly, you were suddenly feeling very warm.

“No…” you finally answered.

“Roleplay?”

“Not yet.” You wagged your finger. “But he’s down to play out my Detective Peña fantasy—so I’ve got something to look forward to.”

Sunday night, when you and Robyn had secretly gone over to Chucho’s to prep the pork for the tamales, you’d told her all about the Detective Peña dream when the older man left the room. The three of you had drunk beers and gossiped about the townspeople while you got the Crockpot ready.

“Get it, girl!” she replied, high-fiving you. “Okay, so y’all are kinda vanilla. This thing you’re excited about tonight, does it take you out of your comfort zone?”

Your face pinched. “Vanilla?” you asked. “We are not vanilla—we have had sex in too many risky places to be vanilla.”

“Sure, but he’s only stuck his dick in your mouth or pussy...”

Footsteps sounded coming closer from the hallway to your right, both of you pausing as your friend Gil, an orderly, came into view assisting one of your elderly patients using a walker, her on his left side closest to the desk.

“Hi, Miss Martha!” you and Robyn greeted in unison with big smiles. “Hey, Gil!”

“Hi, girls,” the old woman replied, smiling at you both.

“Hello, ladies,” Gil’s sweet voice said. He could be described as a human teddy bear—soft, adorable, and huggable.

“Way to get those steps in, Miss Martha!” you told her. “That new hip is doing you wonders.”

They were halfway past the desk.

“It sure is. Soon I’ll be walkin’ without Gil’s help.”

“Yes, you will,” he replied. “You’ll be out walking me in no time.”

“Such a nice young man.” They were almost to the other end of the desk. “You girls, have a blessed day!”

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Martha,” Robyn called out to her.

“See you later, Gil,” you said,

“Bye, ladies.” He waved as they made it out of view and earshot.

Your attention turned back to Robyn, continuing your conversation from before, “He’s only stuck his dick in my mouth or pussy until tonight.”

Her eyes got big. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “You’re finally gonna let him fuck your ass?”

Smiling, you nodded, speaking just as quietly, “Yes. You sold me on it when you said you’ve never come quicker than when you do anal.”

“It’s true and so fuckin’ good. You’re gonna love it! Just remember lube, lube, lube, and relax. Javi’s a stand-up guy, so I have no doubt he’ll get you ready.”

“Oh, yeah—the man loves foreplay, and he’s been looking forward to this for a while, so I know he’ll make sure it’s a good time.”

“Okay, but Javi’s been obsessin’ about your ass for so long. I gotta know his reaction when you told him you were down to try it.”

“Oh my god, Robyn, he was so fucking ridiculous,” you answered in exasperation. First thing that morning, you’d told her about the previous day, making tamales with your boyfriend’s family and the barbecue, even bringing her a couple she loved. “Like, we were at his dad’s, as you know, and ended up fucking in Javi’s bathroom with the house full of people—don’t give me that look—“ You pointed at her. “—he can be really fucking irresistible, and I just can’t help it—all common sense leaves my brain, and my pussy takes over.”

“Hey—” She put up her hands in defense. “—I ain’t judgin’ you. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been fucked in a busy bar bathroom.”

Taking a deep breath, you replied, “You know, I thought my sex life with Javi was very adventurous and kinky, but then you come in here talking about getting fucked in busy bar bathrooms or going to orgies in San Antonio, and I’m not so sure—Oh god,” you gasped, eyes wide, coming to a realization.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“We’re vanilla!” you exclaimed. “We’re so fucking vanilla!”

Robyn laughed, pushing your shoulder. “I fuckin’ told you! But hey, y’all are more than welcome at the next orgy.” She wagged her eyebrows.

You made a face, not liking that idea one bit.

“Thanks, but no thanks. We’re kinda… territorial and not into sharing.”

That was a big thing you and Javi agreed on—neither of you wanted or needed anyone else; it was him and you for the rest of your lives, and you were both beyond happy with that.

“Suit yourselves.” She shrugged. “Okay, so you fucked at his dad’s...”

“Yes.” You nodded. “We fucked, and afterward is when I mentioned it, and he fucking tried to get me to leave right that second! Just completely forgot I said we couldn’t do it until today. I was like, ‘Javier, we are not bailing on your family barbecue for sex,’ and he, honest to god, pouted—” You threw up your hands. “—and he was so fucking clingy all night, grabbing my ass constantly. He was stuck to me like glue, and his family kept teasing the fuck out of him for it.”

“I ain’t even surprised,” she replied. “I swear, all men ever think about is sex and don’t much care about anythin’ else.”

That made you frown. “Javi isn’t always thinking about sex—he’s honestly a big fucking sweetheart. God, you can’t tell anyone, but sometimes he says the most poetically romantic shit in Spanish. You’ve seen the Addams Family movies, right? The new ones?”

“Of course—Addams Family Values is my favorite.”

“Same. Javi goes full Gomez—like the same level of devotion and obsession, and I sometimes can’t believe he loves me like that. Me! And he’s so hot, Robyn. What in the actual fuck. How did I land him?”

“‘Cause you’re a goddamn catch and amazin’,” she answered, patting your knee. “Hell, if Javi hadn’t gotten there first, I would’ve made a pass at you.” She winked.

Your lips pulled up in a grin. “I am so fucking flattered right now.”

“Good—I am so excited for your evenin’ plans!”

“I am, too! And nervous.”

“Oh, don’t be, girl.” She waved away your words. “He’ll make sure you’re good and ready and then take you to fuckin’ paradise.”

“God, I know he will.”

The nurse taking over for you was five minutes late with a coffeeshop coffee in hand. You’d given her a quick rundown on how your four patients were doing and when you last administered medications before bolting from the hospital.

Excitement and nerves were swirling in your belly on your drive home, the music turned down, and the air conditioning all the way up while you thought about what you’d do in the hour you had before Javi would be home from work; a shower was necessary, figuring he wouldn’t mind if you took one alone.

Should you lie on the bed naked, waiting for him when you were done?

A plan wasn’t made on when the event would take place. It was unspoken between you both that it was definitely happening after work; neither of you could wait.

He’d love coming home and finding you ready for him—you’d have the supplies, too, lube a must, some glasses of water, and maybe the sex towel, which was a big, thick, black towel that was used when sex was messy, like on your period, or if he was in the mood to make you squirt.

It was a surprise when you pulled into your parking spot at the apartment, and Javi’s truck was already in the neighboring one, making you wonder how long he’d been home as you grabbed your purse and exited your car.

Briskly, you walked to your front door, quickly getting it open and going inside. Your keys were tossed in the large bowl on the console table in the entryway with Javi’s own keys and wallet, your purse set beside it, toeing off your shoes.

He wasn’t in the living room, and the bedroom door was closed, assuming that was where he was.

“Javi?” you called, making your way toward it. “Why are you home early?”

Turning the doorknob, you pushed open the door, stopping when you took in the room.

Rose petals led from the doorway and up onto the end of the mattress, Javi’s bedside lamp on, the rest of the room illuminated by lit candles on the dressers, and for a split second, you thought he was going to propose, until you saw the sex towel neatly folded on top of the bed, with the bottle of lube nestled on it—the whole scene was honestly fucking hilarious. You would’ve laughed, but instead, your eyes were going wide, sucking in a breath at your boyfriend naked as the day he was born, sitting there with his back against the pillows, black-rimmed reading glasses on as he read a paperback easily held in one of his big hands.

The book lowered, his head tilting up, looking at you with a smile on his face. “Hola, mi amor (Hello, my love),” he rasped.

You gulped, your body feeling hot. “Hi, Javi,” you breathed. “What, uh, what’s all this?” you asked, gesturing toward him.

He grabbed his bookmark on the mattress beside him, shoving it in the paperback and setting it on the table. “You know exactly, what this is,” he replied, discarding his glasses on top of the book, Javi getting up from the bed with a groan.

It took you a second to get your wits about you as Javi closed the distance. “You got fucking rose petals—” you said, pointing at the trail of them. “—and lit candles, like it’s our anniversary or some shit. Not to mention, you looking like something straight out of a goddamn wet dream—the glasses, Javier? The glasses while naked, Javier? Are you trying to kill me with your sexiness?”

He snorted, crowding into your space, his hands cradling your jaw as his mouth slotted against yours in a searing kiss, your eyes closing, your fingers finding their way in his damp hair, realizing he’d already showered. You moaned when he licked into your mouth, tangling his tongue with your own in the way that made your toes curl.

God, he was perfect, and you loved him more than anything.

The kissing slowed, him murmuring into your lips, “I wasn’t trying to kill you, baby—was just reading while I waited for you.”

You pulled on his hair to make him look at you, his eyes hooded and mouth turned up in a smirk under his perfectly trimmed mustache.

“You’re a dirty fucking liar,” you accused. “But a sexy, dirty fucking liar—what’s with the petals and candles? You’ve literally never been this romantic when we fuck.”

He frowned. “I’ve been romantic when we fuck,” he argued.

“Okay, yes, we’ve had very romantic sex before—I quite enjoyed when you made me sit on your dick while we watched the sunset at your dad’s last week. I just mean, you’ve never gone all out like this. Why tonight?”

He had a look on his face like it was obvious. “It’s a special occasion…”

You huffed out a breath, patting his cheek. “It’s anal, babe—horny, nasty sex that you’re going to be feral about, not us celebrating Valentine’s.”

His eyes darted away. “But it’s your first time getting fucked in the ass, so I wanted to make it memorable…” He sighed, pushing his fingers through his hair. “It’s too much…”

“Hey, it’s not too much,” you reassured him, getting his eyes to meet yours. “It’s sweet, and I can assure you I didn’t need all of this pizazz for it to be memorable—I’ll always remember tonight and how you took my ass virginity.”

An amused breath left him, his hands moving to squeeze your behind. “Yeah, I am going to take your ass virginity.” He smacked your asscheek. “And I can’t fucking wait—go take a shower.”

“Someone’s bossy,” you replied, pulling your shirt off and letting it drop to the floor. Pecking his lips, you moved around him, heading toward the bathroom, pausing to get your pants and socks off.

“Someone’s horny,” he corrected, picking up your top and tossing it in the dirty clothes hamper.

Looking over your shoulder as you unhooked your bra, your eyes dipped down to see he was already half-hard. “Yeah, you are horny.” Your bra was off, now shimmying out of your underwear. “When did you get home?”

“An hour ago.”

You were completely naked, walking to your destination.

“Second day on the job, and you left work early for sex.” In the en suite, you flicked on the light and fan, grabbing and putting on your shower cap to keep your hair dry as you moved to the shower, Javi standing in the doorway.

“Told the Sheriff I had an important errand to run.”

The water had been turned on, waiting for it to warm. “Uh huh, and did the florist ask what you needed the rose petals for?” you asked over the roar of the shower.

“Yeah, I told her about how you made mi mamá's tamales and that I had a surprise for when you got home today—she assumed jewelry, and I didn’t correct her.”

“Oh, I was surprised, alright.” It was finally hot enough, getting in under the spray and quickly beginning to wash yourself. “Honestly, you in nothing but a pair of glasses is way better than anything, including jewelry, unless!” you exclaimed. “It’s a ring for my left hand—that trumps everything, even your dick.”

A mass in the shape of your boyfriend blocked the light outside of the frosted glass door of the shower stall, him rolling it open while you were in the process of scrubbing your front with a loofah.

“Fucking knew you’d like the glasses,” he said, reaching to palm your soapy breast, his fingers tweaking your nipple.

“I fucking knew you wore them on purpose,” you replied, turning to face the water to rinse off, his hand falling. “I see we’re glossing over the engagement ring mention, which, I won’t lie, the flower petals and candles had my hopes up.”

“Oh.” Glancing over at him, his eyes were wide, his face gone pale. “Oh, fuck, I’m so fucking sorry, Cielito.”

You waved away his apology with your free hand, scrubbing your body one more time. “There’s nothing for you to apologize for. I saw the towel and lube and realized you were just being romantically horny. I’m not disappointed. I’m extremely excited about tonight. Do you have a game plan?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to tell me your game plan?”

“No.”

“Oh, how the turn tables,” you replied, reminded of the morning before when you kept it a secret what you were going to do to him. “Now, you are not allowed to stray from your plan but let me guess.”

“Okay.” He sounded amused, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

You were making sure every bit of you was clean while you said, “For foreplay, you’ll eat me out, and use your fingers in my ass to get me ready, then you’ll put me on all fours so you can hit it from the back.”

There was a thoughtful expression on his face, humming in the back of his throat. “You’re correct that I’ll use my fingers, and at some point, I will have you on your hands and knees.”

“Two outta three isn’t bad.”

“It’s more one out of the three.” He shrugged.

Your eyebrows knitted together. “But you said you were going to put me on my hands and knees… How did I not get it right?”

He smirked. “You’ll find out.”

“Well, now I’m curious as fuck. Towel me.” The water was turned off, your entire body completely clean, as Javi disappeared for a second, returning with a fluffy white towel. It was the world’s quickest shower, and you hurriedly dried yourself off before getting out, leaving the towel on the floor and hanging up the shower cap to dry.

“Good?” he asked, standing in front of you.

“I am squeaky clean and ready to rumble.” You nodded.

Javi grabbed your hand, leading you into the bedroom, his excitement practically palpable, making you smile. He ushered you onto the bed, getting you in the middle, him following and ending up on top of you. His fingers laced with yours above your head, his hips resting in the cradle of your spread thighs, kissing you hard.

Arousal was thrumming in your veins, feeling it burning in your belly, wanting him so badly—his tongue pressed between your lips, sliding along yours, pulling a moan from your throat. Your pussy was weeping for him, knowing you were wet, the anticipation of the evening swelling inside you.

He held both of your hands easily in one as his mouth moved, nipping at your chin and kissing a wet streak along your jaw and down your neck, gasping his name when he sucked over your pulse.

“You want me, Cielito?” he asked against your skin, his free hand grabbing your bare breast and squeezing it while his lips found their way onto your collarbone.

“Yes, Javi,” you moaned. “Want you so bad.”

His cock was hard between your bodies, pressing into your belly, Javi keeping your hands where they were while he maneuvered to suck your pebbled nipple into his mouth, your back arching at the jolt of pleasure shooting straight to your cunt. His teeth grazed against it, and your mouth fell open, wishing you could grab his hair. He moved to your other breast to give it the same treatment, your eyes squeezing shut.

“It’s so good, Javi,” you gasped.

He came off your hard bud with a wet pop, his head moving to look you in the eyes.

“Can I fuck you?” he asked.

Your eyes widened. “Uh, I feel like we’re missing the very important step where you use your fingers to make sure your big dick doesn’t hurt me. There’s no way you could fuck me yet—I’m clenching at the thought.”

“No, not your ass.” He shook his head. “Your pussy—I’m not gonna just shove my dick inside you without the right prep. I’m not an asshole.”

You let out a relieved breath. “I know you’re not an asshole, babe. It’s a little surprising you want to fuck my pussy when I’m giving you free rein of my ass.”

A little smile appeared on his lips. “Baby, if I stick my dick in your ass, I will come immediately, so I need to get off before to actually last.”

Your eyebrows lifted. “Damn, I knew you were really into it, but immediately?”

“Yeah—been waiting to do this for so fucking long, you’ll make me lose it.”

“Why is that so hot? Of course, you can fuck me, Javi. I know you’ll make me feel really good.”

“Thank you, Cielito,” he replied, leaning in to kiss you tenderly. He let go of your hands and sat up on his knees with a groan. “Need you on your hands and knees, baby,” he said, lightly smacking your thigh.

“So, you are fucking me in doggy. I just got the hole wrong,” you replied, flipping over onto your stomach. His big hands grabbed onto your hips, pulling you up into position.

“Yeah, so you were wrong—move forward a bit. Can you get into that one yoga thing?”

“Which pose?”

“Where your ass is up in the air, and your chest is against the floor.”

“Oh, puppy pose.” You kept your butt high, spreading your knees a little, dropping your chest down to the mattress to rest your forehead on your folded arms. This caused your hips to tilt back and really put your pussy on display. “I think I deserve half credit, at least for kinda getting it right.”

“A wrong answer is a wrong answer.”

Your eyes narrowed, turning your head to the side to look back at him as best you could. “You’re a real hardass, Javier—thank god you didn’t go into teaching.” The thought conjured up images of him as a professor, wearing a suit and his reading glasses, looking grumpy while he taught, and it made your skin feel hot, swallowing hard.

He was smirking like he knew what you were thinking, and it annoyed you, his hands squeezing your ass. “What’s making you horny, mi amor (my love)?”

“God,” you groaned, facing forward again, your words muffled. “I’m too fucking attracted to you and the goddamn glasses!”

“What, baby?” he asked, sliding his palm along your spine.

“You’re just really sexy, and I was thinking about you as a professor, and it got me all hot and bothered—anyways, I’m so fucking horny, and I’d like to be fucked, please,” you said, wiggling your backside at him.

His hand landed hard on your ass in a loud slap, gasping at the pleasurable sting.

“Such good manners,” he replied. “You gonna be a good girl and let me make you feel good?” he asked, smoothing his palm over your asscheek.

“Yes, Javi. I want it—I want you.”

“I’ve got you, baby.”

The springs in the mattress complained from him moving behind you, and you expected to feel his dick, a surprised sound coming from your mouth as he spread open your cheeks instead and felt him spit on your pussy. His tongue slid through your slit from just below your clit up to your entrance and back down again over and over, Javi groaning into your skin.

Pleasure ignited in your belly, feeling it slowly building in your core. He was teasing you, avoiding your clit, laving at the lips of your sex to lick up your arousal, swirling his tongue around your entrance, and dipping it inside to taste you from the source, your hands clenching in the bedding beneath you.

“It’s so good,” you moaned. “It’s so fucking good, Javi.”

He hummed in the back of his throat, finally moving low enough to flick his tongue over your neglected bundle of nerves, making you gasp his name, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your end.

Licking a broad stroke up through your folds, he kept going, and your breath hitched when he got to your tight ring of muscle. He licked and prodded at it, all of the many nerve endings being stimulated, making your toes curl at how good it felt, sparks tingling outward from your clit—you were so close to your release, you could taste it, rough sounds coming from Javi’s chest as he licked around your hole, pressing his wet muscle inside.

Using the heel of his palm, he rubbed your clit, moving it quickly from side to side—his mouth, his hand, they had everything coming to a head, you falling over the edge with a cry of his name, your body tensing up as euphoria flowed in your veins.

His head left you, hearing him panting out, “Good girl,” while he helped you ride out your high.

Some seconds later, there was jostling behind you again, removing his hand from you, your body feeling relaxed. He rubbed comfortingly along your spine. “You good? Can I fuck you now, mi amor (my love)?”

“Absolutely,” your muffled voice answered. Turning your head, you continued, “I need you to fuck me.”

He smacked your ass, smiling. “Then I will.” Leaning to the side, Javi grunted as he reached to grab something, realizing it was the lube when you heard him pop open the cap, getting some on his hand to slick up his cock. The bottle was set by his knee, him pressing the bulbous tip of himself against your soaked entrance, your mouth falling open as he easily slid home in one smooth thrust, feeling so full—Javi nestled so deep inside, you weren’t sure where he ended, and you began.

“Fuck that’s good,” he breathed, pulling out almost all the way and pushing back in, your forehead dropping to your arms.

“It’s so good,” you moaned.

His pace wasn’t slow or fast, a happy medium of him steadily thrusting in and out of you, your tight walls hugging him, and trying to suck him deeper into your depths. That familiar heat was making itself known at the base of your spine, hearing the slap of skin on skin, his hands squeezing your hips.

“Cielito?” he grunted.

“Yeah?”

“If it’s too much, tell me.”

The sound of the cap on the lube clicked open again. “What are you—” Your sentence turned into a moan as Javi liberally squirted some of the liquid onto your puckered hole, your cunt clenching as it dawned on you what he was planning to do. “Oh, god, Javi,” you gasped.

His strokes didn’t waver, the bottle dropping to the bed, him saying through his teeth, “Tell me if it’s too much. Understand?”

He was going use his fingers in your ass while he fucked you, and it had your brain short-circuiting at imagining how it would feel.

His palm landed on your ass in a resounding smack, the sweet pain getting your attention.

“Do you understand, baby?” he asked.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, his thick cock pistoning into you. “Do it!”

His thumb circled your asshole, shivering at the tingles moving down your spine, then he was pressing in, your eyes rolling back in your head.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, feeling even fuller—this was just his thumb, and it already felt like so much. How were the other fingers going to feel?

“Relax, Cielito,” he purred, his free hand rubbing soothingly against your hip, realizing your thighs had tensed up and relaxing them, welcoming the intrusion. “Good girl.” He pushed it in and pulled it out in time with his thrusts, the pleasure making your head spin, feeling yourself rocketing toward your release.

His thumb disappeared, replaced with one thick finger, then two, moaning loudly at how good it felt, it getting wetter between your legs, hearing the wet suck of your pussy taking him.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he said, the digits moving in sync with his hips. “So fucking good for me, baby. Does it feel good?”

Your mouth had fallen open, drooling onto the blanket below you, not sure if you could speak. His other hand lightly slapped your thigh. “Does it feel good, Cielito?”

“Yes,” you moaned. “Fuck, it’s so good—you’re fucking me so good!”

“I know I am.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re taking my fingers so well, can’t wait to feel you squeeze my dick in this tight ass,” he ended the sentence by smacking it with his free hand.

You were getting close to your climax, the fire in your belly growing rapidly, rocking back on him to feel him deeper, wanting more—his cock was moving in and out of you at the same time as his fingers, filling you over and over again, pleasure rising inside you.

It was a lot—you couldn’t think of anything else except how fucking good he was making you feel.

“I think you can take one more,” he grunted. “Can you do that? Be my good girl and take all three?”

You had the presence of mind to answer, “Yes, Papí!”

He started pushing in the third finger, and your vision went white.

You were used to him occasionally putting a thumb in your ass when he was fucking you from behind, but three of his fingers? His hands could be classified as mitts they were so fucking big, and here he was, sticking three of his sizable fingers into your ass—you came immediately.

Your orgasm slammed into you hard, a strangled sound ripped from your throat as your body seized up so tight he had to come to a stop—Javi groaned loudly at you tightening around his cock and digits, pleasure exploding out from your core, feeling it in the tips of your fingers and toes, your thoughts becoming slow, thick like molasses.

Your pussy was still fluttering around him when your body went lax.

“Can I keep going?” Javi roughly asked.

The words weren’t forming on your tongue, so you settled for an affirmative hum and a shaky thumbs up.

He started moving again, his dick in your cunt and his fingers in your ass, spreading them inside you while you went along for the ride.

“I’m close,” he gritted out. “Almost took me with you.”

“An honorable way to go,” you slurred.

He chuckled, his digits leaving your hole as he bent over you, one arm holding himself up while the other went under your middle, groaning as he pulled you up on your knees, your back to his chest—his rhythm sped up, his hands on your tits holding you to him as he chased his high, one of yours on his hip behind you the other laced with his on your breast. His lips kissed your shoulder and the side of your neck, hearing him grunting close to your ear.

His thrusts started getting uneven.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. “Gonna fuck my come deep—want it to, fuck.” He was panting, pausing to swallow, fucking into you harder. “Want it to ta—“ The word cut off into a pained sound, pushing his cock into you all the way to the root one last time as he came, feeling him thicken, jerking inside you and the wet pulse as spurts and spurts of his spend filled you, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, making you gasp at the pleasurable pain—he rolled his hips to fuck his come deeper, wanting to fill as much of you as he could.

He came to a stop, breathing hard, both of your bodies wet with a sheen of sweat coating them. He hissed as he pulled out, his release slowing dripping down your inner thigh, squeaking in surprise when he moved to lay on the bed next to you, bringing you down with him, landing half on top of him.

His head rested on a pillow, yours on his chest, the fingers of one of your hands sliding through his wet hair, his arm wrapped around your back, drawing shapes on the soft skin of your hip with his finger as you both came down from your highs.

Javier was so relaxed he thought there was a chance he’d melt into the mattress—his rapid heartbeat was beginning to slow and even out, her nails lightly scratching at his scalp, making sparks dance along his spine.

He was content, blissed out, happy, not to mention excited about what was to come. The thought of getting to fuck her ass made his cock stir, arousal starting to burn low in his gut, knowing he would be hard again in record time.

When she told him the day before that she wanted to try anal, he was ready to go right then—he didn’t want to wait, having dreamed about it for so long, he was aching to feel her so tight around his dick, and she was tight, snugly squeezing his fingers when they were inside her.

Another thing that riled him up was the fact he was the first to fuck her ass, and it had him feeling some type of way, knowing he’d be the first and last to get the honor, hoping she’d like it enough to want to do it again.

He was already half-hard just thinking about it, glad he’d been smart enough to come before the main event to ensure he lasted more than two, maybe three pumps—he wanted her to have a great first experience and it ending as soon as he worked his cock into her would be pretty fucking disappointing even though he knew she wouldn’t complain, always saying it was a compliment when he came sooner than he hoped.

Still, he was determined to do this right by her, wanting it to be a night she remembered fondly, which was why he left work early to get the rose petals, buy the tealight candles, and stop at the grocery store to get ingredients for him to make her dinner, well aware that she hadn’t eaten much that day. Were the candles and petals a bit much? Maybe, but her face, when she walked into the room, was worth it—seeing clearly how much he turned her on had pride swelling in his chest.

“Wow, that was something,” she croaked, breaking the silence and taking him from his thoughts.

“A good something?” he inquired, his finger on her hip, spelling out her first name and his last for probably the fifteenth time that they’d been lying like this.

She tilted her face up to look at him, her fingers stroking through the hair just above his ear.

“A very good something,” she replied. “Like, I was really fucking nervous about three of your huge ass fingers inside of my ass—just your thumb feels like a lot—but my god, Robyn wasn’t lying about you taking me to fuckin’ paradise.”

He snorted, turning his head to kiss her forehead, his chest puffing up a little. “You liked it that much?” Hope rose inside him that she’d answer in the affirmative.

“God, yeah. Your dick is going to feel so good. A big reason I wanted to try it was because she told me she’s never come quicker than when she does anal, and I get it now.”

“She convinced you?”

“Yep, she sure did. Oh! She gave me more ideas today.”

Smiling, he asked, “What ideas?”

“The first was bondage which immediately made me think of how good you are with those ropes at the ranch and you tying me up in bed.” His cock twitched, his blood heating. “The second was blindfolds, which really got me going at the idea of pairing that with the ropes, so I can’t see or move, and you can basically do whatever you want to me.”

His mouth had gone dry, his brain playing out possible scenarios that had his cock becoming fully hard.

He licked his lips. “Can we send her a fruit basket? That’s what you send people as thanks, right?”

She laughed, cradling his cheek. “Oh my god, the basket arriving at the hospital with a card reading, ‘Thanks for the orgasmic ideas,’ she’d love it, but I think she’d love a gift certificate to a spa even more.”

“We’ll fucking get her one,” he said, his head moving to kiss her palm.

“We’ll do that this weekend.”

“Good.” His dick was throbbing as it lay on his stomach. “Sorry, baby, I need to get on my side.”

“Not a problem,” she replied, moving off of him to lie on her back beside him as he turned onto his side to face her.

The flat of his hand moved up her stomach to grab one of her breasts while he leaned over her to kiss her lips, her fingers tangling in his hair—pinching at her hard nipple had her moaning. Javier took the opportunity to deepen the kiss with a press of his tongue into her mouth, sliding it along hers in practiced movements.

His hard cock dug into her hip, wetting her skin with precum, the kissing getting more fervent, their teeth clattering and noses bumping, almost like they were trying to fuse themselves together with their mouths. He skated his hand back down her body and over her soft belly to between her legs, sliding two fingers through their combined mess, using the slick to circle her swollen little clit.

“Javi,” she moaned into his lips, bucking her hips against his hand. “I want you.”

He nipped at her bottom lip, pulling back to look her in the eyes, hers glazed over in lust.

“You want my dick?” he asked through heavy breaths.

Biting her lip, she nodded. “Want it so bad.”

Quickly kissing her, he went into action, getting everything ready, the ache in his lower back making him groan when he sat up to grab the towel behind him, her lifting her hips for him to lay in on the bed under her, then he told her how he wanted her.

“Spread this leg out,” he ordered, tapping the thigh furthest away from him, watching her do as he said. “Keep this one up, okay?” The one closest to him, he bent at the knee, pushing it up her torso, nodding to himself that it opened her up enough for what he would do. He reached to grab the lube on the mattress.

Flicking the cap open, he poured a generous amount in his palm, stroking it onto his dick and putting more on his fingers.

“You let me know if it’s too much,” he said. “Okay, Cielito?” He pressed one finger into her tight hole, making her keen.

“Yes, Javi—more.”

Her words had a sharp spike of arousal cutting through him. She was relaxed, him easily pushing in another digit.

“Yes,” she gasped, her hand pressing to his chest and squeezing his pec. “More, Javi—give me more.”

“Yeah, baby?” His third finger went in with hardly any resistance. “You like my fingers inside you?”

“Yes,” she moaned as he started pumping them in and out, spreading them inside to stretch her open.

“Think you’re ready for my dick?” Excitement was bubbling in his chest, his cock so fucking hard it was almost painful, ready to go at her word.

“Give it to me,” she replied. “I want it, Javi.”

At this moment, and every other they shared together, he was her devotee and would worship her like she deserved, and now she was gifting him with herself, Javier intimately aware of just how lucky he was to be given this opportunity.

He’d been waiting for this, and he was going to make it so fucking good for her.

The first time he put his dick in someone’s ass, he was a teenager, and he’d grown since then, no longer fumbling with the condom, knowing there needed to be a lot of lube and that he had to loosen up his partner with his fingers to make it enjoyable for the both of them—mistakes were made when he was younger, and now he was older and wiser, and knew how to make it good for everyone involved.

Another reason he was chomping at the bit to do this was she was letting him fuck her bare, which was something he’d never done before, and he was dying to know what it’d feel like.

His hips turned toward her, holding himself on one arm, his other hand stroking his cock, steadily leaking precum, getting closer to press the tip to her asshole. He started pushing in, his mouth falling open, making his insides burn with want at the tight squeeze. Getting halfway in, he had to pause and take a deep breath to calm down, already so worked up, he was genuinely worried he’d come.

She was mewling, making noises that were going straight to his dick when he finally bottomed out, lying down on his side next to her, putting one arm beneath her neck, the second hooking under her knee to keep her leg up, resting his palm on her breast.

Her tight ring of muscle was constricting around the base of his cock so tightly it almost hurt, Javier needing a second—she turned her head toward him, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded, her forehead glistening in sweat looking so beautifully fucked out of her mind, it had him leaning forward to kiss her, the familiar press of her lips grounding him, getting him to the point he could pull almost all the way out and push back in.

His groans came unbidden as he set up a slow pace to get her used to him, surprised when her body tensed up not even a minute later, and she came with a loud moan into his mouth, her ass squeezing him like a vise.

He broke the kiss, his heart racing, panting breaths. “Fuck, already? Do you want me to keep going?” he asked.

Her eyes were closed. “Yes,” she answered roughly. “Go until you come.”

“Okay, baby,” he replied, her relaxing enough that he could start moving again, his mouth finding hers once more, sharing breaths as he worked in and out of her faster than before.

His stomach was knotting up in pleasure with every push and pull of his hips, her leg shaking in his hold, her making sounds that almost sounded inhuman, clearly losing herself to how good she was feeling—he wasn’t much better, their kissing messy, mashing their mouths together, him completely wrecked out of his mind.

She was just so warm and tight, it lulling him to his end—fucking into her over and over again, grunting in exertion.

“Fuck!” she cried, as she seized up and shuddered, Javier feeling as she came again, his mouth leaving hers to grit his teeth, trying to stave off his own orgasm by holding entirely still inside her.

“Fuck, Cielito.” He kissed her shoulder. His forehead was wet with sweat, feeling a drop drip down his cheek while he caught his breath. “You’re gonna make me come, baby, if you keep doing that.”

She looked utterly blissed out, blinking her eyes open in a way that made it seem like they wanted to stay closed, only half-focusing on him.

Her hand came up to pat his cheek, her words slurring when she spoke. “You’re gonna make me pass out if you keep doing that.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Nope.” She poked his nose, making him smile at her adorableness. “We’re just gonna see what happens, and if I pass out, I pass out—won’t be the first time or the last.”

“You think one more will do you in?”

“I know one more will knock me the fuck out.”

He was so fucking close, starting to rock in and out of her, knowing that if she came again, he’d go with her—an idea came to him.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Oh, boy, what are you planning?” She sounded drunk. “You only ask that when you’re gonna do something exceptionally good.”

He smiled. “I am.”

“Bring it on, babe.”

Kissing her, he started moving faster, his thick cock slickly sliding in her depths, her moaning again, the muscles in his belly winding tighter and tighter.

The clean hand holding up her leg went to between her thighs, pushing one, then two fingers into her come-filled cunt, crooking them to rub against that one spot that drove her wild, fucking his digits into it over and over again.

Hedonistic sounds filled the air—she was making noises he’d never heard before that bordered on animalistic, him grunting, his fingers squelching in her pussy, while his cock wetly pounded into her ass—all of it spurring him on to his own release.

Her cunt had started to flutter, and he knew she was close.

“Come on, Cielito,” he said through his bared teeth. “One more. I know you’re close; take me with you, baby.”

Soon her back was arching, clenching down hard on his fingers and cock, a guttural groan vibrating out of his chest at her pussy gushing around his digits, soaking the towel beneath her—it sent him with her, his balls tightening up as he pushed into her one last time, his dick pulsing, coming with a ragged moan, his body awash in pleasure as he filled her ass.

He was wrung out, every muscle in his body relaxing, his head sinking into the pillow, his eyes feeling heavy, and thinking he might fall asleep. Javier removed his hand from her cunt, pulling out of her and putting her leg down so she’d be more comfortable, his breaths and heartbeat starting to slow, their bodies shining in the lights of the room from sweat.

His eyes closed, and moments later, he was frowning that she wasn’t playing with his hair like usual.

A soft snore sounded, opening one of his eyes to find hers closed with her mouth open.

Oh, he fucked her unconscious.

She hadn’t been exaggerating that one more would make her pass out.

He didn’t want her sleeping with the mess he made between her legs, so he moved to get off the bed without another thought, not caring he was tired.

He blew out all of the candles on his way to the en suite, cleaning himself up before taking care of his needs and washing his hands when he was finished. Returning to the bedroom, he had a warm wet washcloth that he used to gently wipe her down, and she was still knocked out cold, not even stirring; she just kept snoring.

The real challenge was getting her under the blankets. He feared she’d be cold and eventually succeeded in tucking her in on her side of the bed, Javier a bit sweaty from the effort and feeling really good about himself that she remained asleep—he mentally patted himself on the back for fucking her so good.

Yawning, he put the dirtied towel and washcloth into the hamper, then turned off the bedside lamp, crawling into bed with her. He scooted to cuddle up next to her, his arm going over her middle, breathing in her scent as he dozed off with a little smile.

Where were you?

What year was it?

All you knew for sure was you were burning up, a weight halfway on top of you that was hot; realizing it was a person when you heard a snore—their scent finally processed in your brain, and you realized it was your boyfriend.

You were in your shared bed with Javier Peña.

Your voice was gravelly when you tried to speak. “Javi?”

His body lightly jolted, and you knew he’d awoken.

“Hmmm?” he hummed, nuzzling his nose against your ear.

“Who’s president?”

His voice was raspier. “What?”

“Who’s president?”

“Bill Clinton? What’s wrong, amor (love)?”

“I apparently passed out so hard I forgot where and when I was.”

His breath tickled your ear when he huffed out amusedly. “You thought I fucked you into a coma?” he asked.

“Oh my fucking god—” You sat up as best you could, Javi making a sad sound that you moved. “—you fucked me unconscious!”

The room was softly glowing by the sun coming through the gaps in the blue linen curtains, Javi sitting up, too, the blankets pooling at his bare waist.

“Yeah?” he replied, rubbing the sleep from his eye. “You said one more would take you out, and you were right—out like a goddamn light.”

“Javier, did you… Am I recalling correctly, did you make me squirt?”

“Yes, I fucking did.” He sounded beyond proud of himself.

The orgasm had been unlike any you’ve ever had before, so intense it was no wonder you blacked out.

“With how easily you were coming,” he continued, “I was pretty fucking sure I could do it, and I did.” He leaned over, giving you a loud, smacking kiss on your cheek.

You smiled, pushing on his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re just real fucking proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

He was smirking. “I mean five orgasms in what, less than two hours? I think I did pretty fucking good.”

Your hand went across your body to cup his cheek. “Yeah, baby, you did really fucking good,” you replied, pulling him in for a kiss, feeling him smiling into it.

“Did you like it?” he asked against your lips.

Breaking apart, you smiled. “Um, yeah, I think the orgasms are confirmation I was really into it.”

“You’d, uh, wanna do it again?”

Pushing his bangs out of his face, you answered, “Absolutely. It’s just something we have to plan for, but I’m down—I’m really curious what it would be like if you gave me the Javi special.”

His eyebrows creased. “The Javi special…? What’s that?”

“When you rail me from behind—like, I don’t know if you’re aware, but you’re really fucking good at it. I mean, you’re good at all the positions. It’s just with back shots you get, I don’t know, feral? You let loose and just go for it, and it’s always a good fucking time. So, I’m just imagining the absolute pounding you’d give my ass, and I won’t lie, the thought makes my pussy throb.”

His hand cradled your jaw, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. “Yeah? You want me to fuck your ass hard?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Very much.”

Leaning in, he hovered his lips over yours, whispering, “Next time, I’ll give it to you any way you want—would you like that, baby?”

Arousal was starting to thread in your belly.

“Yes, I’d like that a lot,” you answered just as quietly.

“Good.” He nudged your nose with his. “Let’s go shower, then I’m gonna make you dinner—some steak has been marinating since I got home. I’m making you mi mamá’s fajitas.”

“Keep talking dirty to me—what did you marinate it in?”

He smiled, pecking your lips. “Cumin.” Another kiss. “Chile powder.” A quick peck. “Salt.” A kiss. “Lime juice.” A peck. “Lime zest.” His lips on yours again. “Olive oil.” He kissed you. “Garlic—“

“How much garlic?” You interrupted.

He chuckled. “Her recipe said two minced cloves, but you taught me to measure garlic with my heart, so I did three.” He kissed you again.

“God, that’s so sexy,” you murmured against his lips.

He pulled back. “I don’t know how the fuck to pronounce the last ingredient—wor-ces-ter-shire, wer-ches-ter—“

“Worcestershire.” You sounded it out. “Woos-te-sher.”

He made a face that made you giggle. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why are there so many extra fucking letters?”

“The British named it, babe.” You stroked your fingers through his hair, your stomach growling. “Fuck, I’m starving.”

“Get up. We’ll shower, then I’ll feed you.”

“I love you—you’re perfect.”

Tenderly he kissed you. “You’re the perfect one,” he said into your lips. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Oh!” You broke away from him. “Do you think we’re vanilla?”

His face scrunched. “What?”

“Like, sex, are we vanilla? Until tonight you’ve only stuck your dick in my mouth and pussy. We’d never fucking fathom going to one of those wild orgies Robyn likes to go to—“

“Fuck, no,” he cut in. “I’m not fucking possessive, but I sure as fuck am not sharing you.”

“That’s what I told her! Also, same, respectfully, you’re mine, and I’m yours, and there will be no one else—I don’t want anyone else.”

“That’s fucking right.” He gave you a quick kiss. “Did she call us vanilla?”

“Yeah, and like, I’m really thinking we might be…”

“What? ‘Cause you’re not pouring hot wax on my balls, or we don’t swing or whatever the fuck—I fucked your ass tonight and made you squirt; vanilla people don’t do that shit. They also don’t fuck outside of their home, so no, we’re not fucking vanilla.”

“Exactly! We have too much risky place sex.”

He nodded. “Fucked you in a house full of people yesterday.”

“Yes, you did,” you replied, cupping his cheeks. “And we get off on pretending you’re knocking me up—which reminds me, that was really hot all the stuff you said before you came the first time. If I hadn’t come so hard, you definitely would’ve gotten me again.”

He crookedly smiled, seeing the devotion in his eyes. “I can’t fucking wait to marry you—we’re perfect for each other.”

You grinned. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m literally counting down the days to our anniversary. I already have next year's calendar and the day marked.”

His face lit up, his dimple showing. “You wanna know a secret?”

“Of course.”

“I’m counting down the days, too, and I’ll need to see if you can take some time off around that date...”

“Oh my god, you’re taking me on a trip!” you exclaimed excitedly. “Where are you taking me? Wait, let me guess—obviously a beach.”

He frowned. “Why would it obviously be a beach?”

“Because you’re insanely romantic and know how much I love the beach and ocean, so that’d be where you’d do it. I don’t think you’d take me to Corpus Christi or anywhere on the Texas coast. I’d think maybe Florida—Miami since Steve and Connie are there, but we’re visiting them in December, and with their baby, we wouldn’t want to impose again so soon after. Oh! You brought up my passport a couple of weeks ago, so that eliminates California, and the US in general, which leaves an island!”

He let out a long, defeated sigh, his shoulders slumping. “Call me Detective Peña…” he grumbled. “You’re apparently Mrs. Detective Peña…”

“Actually, it’s future, Mrs. Detective Peña, because you insist on making us wait.”

“Yeah, I am,” he sighed. Suddenly he was perking up, “At least you won’t be able to guess the fucking island or hell, maybe I might take you to Mexico.”

“Nah.” You swatted away his suggestion. “You wouldn’t take me to Mexico—you’re too fucking stressed about the cartels and would be worried the entire time. You’re definitely taking me to an island.”

His eyes narrowed. “Okay, future Mrs. Detective Peña, I’ve had enough of you figuring out my plans. Get your ass out of bed—we’re showering, and then I’m making you a delicious fucking dinner because I love you so goddamn much, even though I’m a little annoyed with you right now.”

“That’s how I feel when you do it to me!” you laughed. “It’s annoying as fuck.”

“I see that.” He pouted. “Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Kiss me so I’ll stop being annoyed with you—I don’t like it.”

“Oh, my sweet future husband,” you cooed, doing as he asked, pushing your fingers in his hair and kissing him.

“Call me that again.” His muffled voice said.

“My sweet future husband—I love you.”

His lips smiled against yours. “I love when you call me that, and I love you, too, my perfect future wife.”

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archangeldyke-all · 7 days

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Picking Sevika up from a wisdom teeth removal. I'm imagining her being all goofy and confused (because she's absolutely blasted), but every couple conversations or so, she reminds herself that she's a serious person.

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PLEASE THIS IS CUTE

men and minors dni

singed can do a lot. genetically mutate living creatures? sure. resurrect the dead with the power of shimmer? no problem. construct a fully functioning, shimmer fueled, sword wielding, prosthetic arm? you gotcha.

but a simple wisdom tooth removal?

apparently that's too much for singed. so you have to drag sevika up to piltover.

as if she wasn't already in enough pain from her teeth coming in-- the only place your wife could go to get some relief is her least favorite place in the world.

she's a grumpy, pissy mess on your way up.

"i'll just fuckin' pull 'em out myself." she whines as you buy tickets to the elevator out of the lanes.

"god, babe, just grab a brick and smash it against my head, okay?" she mumbles as she buries her head into your shoulder on the tram ride into town.

"next person who looks at us like that's gettin' my foot up their ass." she growls when several wealthy piltover citizens scatter as the two of you walk down the sidewalk. you chuckle.

you give her a kiss when her name is called, and she groans before she follows the nurse into the back office.

you spend the next two hours flipping through magazines and thinking about your wife. you hope this is the extent of her dental issues-- or that singed teaches himself dentistry. piltover makes you antsy. you know it's ten times worse for sev.

but then, two hours later, the nurse calls you back to be there as sevika wakes up. "she did really good." she says. "we were in and out in no time."

"oh, good." you sigh, relieved. "is she gonna be in much pain?"

"not when she wakes up." the nurse chuckles. "we got her on the good stuff right now. but, in a few hours it'll wear off and she'll start having pain. we're gonna give you some pills to take home, give her one every twelve hours for a week to help with the pain." she says. you nod.

"thank you so much." you say as she opens a small curtian. she nods, hands you the little bottle of pills, and then waves as she walks away. sevika's on a reclined dental chair, knocked out and snoring, drooling on the head rest. you burst into giggles as you approach her, gently reaching out and starting to stroke your fingers through her hair. "sevikaaa..." you sing.

her face scrunches up. "mmmbaby?" she mumbles around the wads of cotton in her cheeks. you chuckle, then duck down and kiss her forehead.

"goodmorning, sunshine." you whisper. she huffs.

"my teeth all gone?" she asks. you giggle.

"yep."

she finally blinks her eyes open to look at you. "hey, pretty." she says, smiling. you grin.

"hey, beautiful. ready to get home?" you ask. sevika nods, nuzzling against your palm as you stroke her face.

"'m so fuckin' high ri' now." she giggles as she struggles to get out of her chair. you laugh as you help her stand.

"you're so cute." you laugh, wrapping an arm around her waist as you start to guide her out of the room. her cheeks--stuffed with cotton-- bulge as she grins at you. you can't help yourself from darting forward and pressing a kiss to both.

she's pretty steady on her feet, but she keeps giggling as she walks, trying to press kisses against your head. with her entire jaw and mouth numb, though, she can't tell that she's kissing you-- and she keeps huffing in frustration as she smacks her lips all over your head.

"sev!" you laugh as the two of you stumble out of the dentists' office. the bright light of piltover hits you-- and you both scrunch your faces up in the light. sevika's goofy mood leaves in a flash when she remembers where she is.

"fuckin' topsiders." she grumbles as the two of you walk toward the tram. you giggle.

"what happened to my happy high sevy?" you ask, wiping up a bit of drool on her chin.

"pil'over. shitheads." she explains. you chuckle.

"we'll be home soon." you promise her. she studies you, a smile slowly growing on her lips as she does.

"we gonna fuck?" she asks, waggling her eyebrows. you burst into laughter, and sevika's smile only grows.

"absolutely not!" you laugh. she gasps.

"why not?" she whines. you giggle.

"you can't even feel your mouth right now!" you say. she furrows her brow, then reaches up to poke at her jaw, her eyes widening when she realizes you're right. you chuckle and continue. "and you just got outta surgery-- don't you want a nap?" you ask. sevika pouts.

"i want you." she whines, nuzzling her nose against your neck. you snort. a few strangers walk by, giving you judgmental looks as sevika's hands wander up and down your body and her nose rubs against your pulse. you're just happy she's not grumpy-- and she hasn't tried to strip you yet.

"you'll have me baby. i'll hold you all night, make you milkshakes for dinner, play with your hair..."

"but no sex?" she pouts. you laugh.

you're saved by the bell-- literally. the tram rings it's little bell, and you tug sevika into the cart, pushing her into a free seat and standing in front of her, holding the bar. the tram starts its way down the streets of piltover, and sevika's back to glaring at the people and buildings all around her.

she's hilarious, trying to act tough while she's simultaneously drooling down her chin, a wad of cotton slowly sliding out of her cheek. you snort, wiping up her chin again. "you're a mess." you say fondly.

an old woman sitting a few seats down smiles sweetly at you and sevika. you smile back. sevika takes your momentary distraction to her advantage, reaching out and tugging your wrist so you stumble and fall into her lap. you squeal. sevika hums happily as you squirm to get comfortable in her legs, hooking her chin over your shoulder.

the old woman's grinning now. she's the only one-- the rest of the passengers seem mortified. you just muffle your laugh into the side of sevika's head. "you're a mess." you whisper. she hums.

"tired."

the tram drops the two of you off a few minutes later, and as you ride back down to piltover, sevika gets progressively sleepier.

it starts with a hand around your waist, then it's both. then, it's her head resting against your shoulder, then it's her hanging off of you as you trudge through the streets.

you catch a few familiar eyes on your way home. a couple of regulars at the last drop gawk at the sight of a giggly, sleepy sevika clinging to you. some of them open their mouths to ask or say something-- you just glare at them to get them to shut up.

at one point, sevika must catch some of the looks. she doesn't stand up from her slumped over posture against you, but she does growl out a slurred "fuck're y' lookin' at?!"

you laugh as the man who had been staring quickly turns around and runs in the opposite direction.

"be nice, sev." you whisper. she huffs.

"they're starin'."

"maybe 'cause they're shocked to know you're a cuddlebug." you say. sevika huffs again.

"shuddup." she mumbles against your neck.

the second you get home she collapses against the bed. you try to get some work done around the house, you want to get some water and painkillers by the bed, get sevika in her jammies. but before you can walk away, she reaches out and grabs your wrist, then pulls you ontop of her on the bed. you giggle against her.

"sevika--"

"'y said you'd hold me." she whines. you just huff, kick your shoes off, and curl up on top of her. she hums, and tries her best to kiss you with her numb mouth. you giggle against her slobbery, bloody, cotton-filled mouth, and then fall asleep on top of her.

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 1 year

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Came across a TikTok of a Scottish man trying to say "burglary" and failing so many times before he gets it and I needed to share cause all I can think of is getting annoyed with Soap's teasing and mouthing off "yeah? Well say burglary" and he gets so worked up because it takes forever to get it right

Oh my god he’d be so pissed. This kind of got out of hand but hope you enjoy this little Soap fic.

Say Burglary

Pairing: Soap x Reader

“Soap, I swear to god if you don’t somewhere else, I’m going to punch you,” you huffed as you went about the process of putting your weapons away in the armory.

"Just having fun, geez." He sighed as he poked you on the cheek.

The most recent mission had been a success. The intel that was needed had been recovered in a quick and timely manner, making it so you didn't have to stay out in the field for very long. Normally, that would've been a good thing since it meant everyone was on their A-game but right now you wished getting the intel had taken an entire month.

Soap was unbearably full of energy. Usually when he got antsy like this, it was taken out on the field, the labor intensive job making it so he rarely had left over energy when you got back. However, since the mission had been finished so quick, his body was still so full of energy he had nothing to do to get it out.

At least, that was his excuse.

He easily could go into the training room to get rid of it, but he was too busy bothering you to do that.

"Soap." You warned him with a quick glare but he just sighed.

"I'm sorry. There's just nothin' to do and you're right here in front of me." He explained and though he looked like he was distressed by the fact that he was bored out of his mind, you could hear the smugness in his voice.

It made you narrow your eyes at him. You often played into these moments with him, but right now you just wanted to get through your routine of coming back on base before that.

A thought popped into your head as you watched him mess with the strings of you jacket. If he was really that bored, then you had something for him to do. It was something you had seen somewhere on one of the social apps you had on your phone that you rarely ever got on.

"Okay, I got something for you." You said in a low voice that made him freeze but he looked at you intently.

"Yeah? What's that, bonnie?" He had a small smirk on his face as he wrapped one of the strong around his finger.

"Say burglary."

Soap's eyebrows knitted together as he stared at you with confusion. He let go of your strings when he saw that you were being serious and placed his hands on his hips.

"Okay..." He began. "Buglur."

The moment the word left his mouth, he was shocked at how his mouth betrayed him yet you had to bite back a smile. You weren't sure if his Scottish accent would actually make it that hard for him to say but judging by his botched pronunciation you were wrong.

"Burglered." He tried again and you watched his face fall to a scowl.

"Close." You smiled and he sent you a quick look.

"Burgulaluray."

This time you couldn't hold back the giggle that fell out of your mouth and he huffed. He sent you another annoyed look as he tried again and again, messing up the pronunciation each time and every time he did, the more annoyed he got.

It didn't help that you were watching him struggled with amusement, your eyes twinkling with mischief that he would have otherwise loved to see. Right now though, he was close to storming out of the room because he was getting so worked up over it.

"Soap, you don't have to say it." You said and he groaned.

"Yes, I do!" He was determined to say it now, to prove that he actually could say the word right. "Burgulaluray!"

"You keep saying it wrong!"

"Dammit!"

You were laughing now and it was hard to stop, even when he told you too. It wasn't that you enjoyed seeing him struggle, it was the fact that he was getting extremely worked up saying a word that you didn't even say on the regular. At the point, he was just harming himself more and it would've been sad to see if it weren't so funny.

"I'm gonna get you for this." Soap threatened but you just scoffed with the shake of your head.

"Sure." You walked out of the armory with him continuing to say the word behind you. "Come back to me when you can say 'burglary'."

"You're evil."

You playfully rolled your eyes and listened to him continue say it the entire time you were making your way to the common area. You were hoping that someone else was in there, specifically Ghost so the two of you could see this mess unfold.

You opened the door to the common area and luckily Ghost was in there, and he was the only person. He was getting something out of the fridge when you both entered.

"Burglary!" Soap yelled and you watched him huff angrily.

"Oh, you got it." You said with disappointment which made him glare at you.

"You witch! You did that just to make me mad."

"Witch is uncalled for."

Ghost stood by the fridge watching you both with confusion. He held the water bottle from the fridge in his hands as he watched you both argue, finding that it wad more enjoyable then going to his room at the moment. He didn't say anything as Soap crossed his arms and pouted like a child.

"Okay, now say squirrel."

"No!"

A/N: This was random and probably dumb but it was also fun lol

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haesunflower · 1 year

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don’t let the ice melt | park gunwook

genre: fluff, comfort

pairing: reader (afab) x park gunwook

about/tags: in which reader is mad at gunwook, and gunwook does his very best to apologize

reader is an procrastinating grumpy student, established relationship, gunwook is just trying to be nice, gunwook best boy, reader is weak for gunwook, reader has pride lol, gyuvin is mentioned, gunwook is younger by a year but that’s not a major plot point

My god you were so annoyed today.

You overslept after Gunwook forgot to wake you up from your “15 minute nap”. Gyuvin called early this morning to ask where you were, as class was about to start. Seeing as to how you didn’t finish any of the essays you were supposed to work on the night before – you ultimately skipped all your morning classes.

To make matters worse, Gunwook didn’t look the least bit apologetic. Well, at least not until you kicked him out of the room so you could focus.

But that’s the thing, you couldn’t focus. You were overwhelmed, annoyed that you were overwhelmed, then angry. You weren’t even capable of finishing a complete thought, let alone an entire essay. The more you hit the backspace on your keyboard, the more frustrated you got. You were mad at yourself. If you hadn’t procrastinated, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

In defeat, you brought your hands to your head. You dug your nails into your scalp to relieve pressure, only to be disrupted by the sound of a door knob being opened. You saw Gunwook ever so lightly shuffling towards you, making sure to close the door gently behind him. You turned back around to your notes splayed across the table, fingernails no longer digging into your skin. Rather, busying itself with tapping against the surface of the wooden desk almost manically.

Personal frustration aside, the thing that actually irked you the most right now is that goddamned cute face of Park Gunwook.

“I made your favorite” he says.

Your eyes travelled to the Spanish Latte he so carefully placed on your desk using two hands. As if he was scared to even set it down in the first place. His fingers trembled as he brought out the tissues from the cup holder, placing it ever so lightly under the burning cup.

Because you didn’t acknowledge him, Gunwook took two steps away from where you were seated on your swivel chair. You couldn’t see it, but Gunwook had to wipe his sweaty palms against his jeans. Followed by a series of antsy movements, in which he ended up nervously massaging his right wrist with his left hand. He continued to fiddle with this hands like that as if he was mustering up the courage to say something.

“Noona, how long are you going to keep ignoring me?”, Gunwook asked in a low voice.

You were imagining that he had his head down, eyes trailed to the floor. You knew he felt terrible, you could hear it in his voice. Just the image of Gunwook looking defeated and apologetic almost cracked away at the coldhearted act you were so set on continuing.

You’re still mad at him,you try to remind yourself. Which is why you tried not to show any reaction. You didn’t want your ice-out to melt. You had too much pride. Which is exactly why you decided that you cannot, at any moment in time, dare look him in the eye. This was when you realized how weak you truly were, especially for a younger boy named Gunwook.

You felt pathetic, how easily you could forget your anger just by looking at his face. In this situation, hearing his voice. And you couldn’t let him know that.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now, Gunwook”, you mustered up the most frustrated sigh to express your disdain.

He’s about to protest, but responds with an “oh..o-okay”

Gunwook shoved his fists into the pockets of his black hoodie, turning away to the opposite direction. Disappointed, he dragged his feet back toward the door.

You’re about to pick up the coffee, but you’re halted halfway when you get to read the words written on the cup. Gunwook must have seen you glance at it, because with false confidence he strides back to you. Your back still turned, he bends down to your left ear and whispers,

“I’ll just be outside okay?”

He places his lips against your cheeks, which instantly beams a bright red. You hope he didn’t feel the heat rush to your face. His small peck lingers as he walks away from you with his hands in his pockets, this time feeling satisfied.

You only take a look at the coffee cup again after you hear the door shut. The words “I’m sorry, you just looked so sleepy last night. You needed the rest.” was written in black marker. He also included a little drawing of the two of you, with his caricature hugging your sleeping figure.

Picking it up for further examination, you turned it around to see another message, only this time written in your native language: “When you’re done drinking this, place the cup outside the door. Then I’ll come in and hug you.”

Damn you, Park Gunwook. This is exactly why I can never stay mad at you.

You drink from the coffee, never mind that it’s still kinda hot. You look back down at your laptop, and continued typing away – productivity at an all time high now that you were in a better mood.

Outside, Gunwook cleans up the mess he made. The coffee machine he left plugged in, the drafted cups splayed across the floor, all with differed drawing drafts of the message he left you, and the laptop he left open with Google Translate at bay.

When he’s all done, he smirks when he hears the bedroom door open ever so slightly. He sees you put the cup outside, even if it is still half full. Gunwook smiles to himself before making his way back to you. ---

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multifanhoe99 · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 18- Voice Kink

Pairing: Felix x Fem!Reader

Warnings: He calls the reader love and baby a lot, Also pretty girl, descriptions of female anatomy, deep voice Felix, oral (fem receiving).

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You loved spending days inside with Felix cuddled up on the couch. With his busy schedule, it didn't get to happen very often so you took advantage of it whenever you got the chance. He was currently sitting with his head in your lap and you were playing with his hair. Sometimes it was nice to just do nothing but sit in each other's company and do nothing.

"It looks like it's raining again. I know how much you love a good rainy day," he said, "The sound of rain on the roof, the smell of wet concrete outside. What do they call it? There's a name for that specific smell right?"

"Yeah," you replied, "It's called petrichor."

He smiled, "Oh yeah, yeah that's it. God, you're so smart. I love that big beautiful brain of yours."

"Oh stop it," you say. You loved Felix's voice. It was so dynamic and beautiful. It always did something to you. It was almost hypnotic. "I could listen to you talk for hours."

"Now who needs to stop," he said.

"No really," you said assuring him, "I love listening to you your voice is so cute and soft and soothing." He just laughs but, you really did mean it. He could be talking about nothing and you could still sit there and listen to him talk for hours.

About an hour has passed and you two are now cuddling in bed. You just finished watching a movie and were about to start another one when he said, "Wow, it's really starting to come down now. Listen to it out there."

"Yeah, it is," you replied, "I have to admit there's something so peaceful about being inside while it's raining. I know you get a little antsy when you're stuck inside but, I always feel like there's something, almost intimate, about rainy days. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah," he said getting a mischievous smile on his face, "rainy days just make me want to curl up in bed and absolutely worship you from head to toe. Come here pretty girl, snuggle up close to me." There it was. The tone in his voice drove you insane. Something about the timber in his voice sent shockwaves of pleasure straight through you. He knows it does too. You still can't help but do anything and everything he asks of you. Once he pulls out his bedroom voice you are putty in his hands and you wouldn't have it any other way.

You cuddle up closer to him and he says, "Yeah, just like that. Being with you, holding you like this, it's so nice. You make me so happy." You know that he genuinely means it but, you also know that he is riling you up on purpose. As he talks to you in his deep voice he starts to gently run his fingers up and down your body.

He continues, "You know what else makes me happy? This bed; God this bed is so cozy and warm." He continues to gently caress your body.

You let out a small moan as he sweeps over a particularly sensitive place. He smiles knowing his plan is working. He wants you all hot and bothered for him. He loves making you feel good.

Feigning ignorance he asks, "Does that feel good baby? When I just drag my fingers down your arm like that, and if I just kiss you here?" He kisses a sensitive spot on your neck that has you moaning. He leaves a trail of kisses along your neck.

"God, it feels so amazing just to touch you," he says with his lips against your neck, "Just this, feeling your skin on my lips. That's all I need. Unless you want more." Finally, he reveals that this was his plan all along.

He starts to pull away from your neck. You hold him closer again letting out a pathetic, "No, please."

He chuckles at your begging. Teasing you by saying, "Oh, so you do want more? You know I'll give you whatever you want, baby." He continues to kiss your neck even giving it a few licks and sucking beautiful purple hickies into your skin for him to admire later. You keep moaning at his actions. His voice alone has you in such a trance. Your body is begging for more of anything he will give you but, you know you want him somewhere specific. You feel yourself getting wetter the more he praises and worships you with his deep, melodic, voice.

"I'll never get enough of that," he says, "I love how soft your lips are and I love the way your body responds to me. It's so cute how your back arches as I slowly make my way down your body and how you let out that soft little moan when you want me to keep going. Why don't I tell you all the things I love about you as I trail my fingers down to where I know you want me to be?"

"Yes, please," you whine, "Please Felix. I need more. I need you to touch me."

He hums in satisfaction before continuing, "Let's see I love the way you kiss. I love the way your lips taste, the way your body shivers when I gently bite your neck like this." He bites down harshly on your neck. Your body does indeed shiver and you let out a long moan. His hands are taking their sweet time getting to where you need them most. He takes his time squeezing at your hips and helping you undress. He loves to savor the moments when he just gets to worship and praise you like this. He knows you love his voice and he is intent on using it to let you know just how beautiful he thinks you are.

"You're so fucking perfect, baby," he says now that he finally has you perfectly exposed to him, "I want to explore every inch of you with my lips and fingers and tongue. I really just want to focus on you tonight, baby. Is that okay?"

"Yes, Felix. I love it when you worship me," you answer.

"Good," he says, "I love your body so much, baby. I want to kiss your neck, your collarbone, your perfect tits." He leaves a hot, wet kiss on each place he mentions. His hands have gone back to softly stroking the skin of your thighs. You felt like you could cum from his words alone but, you still craved more.

"Look at you," he says chuckling, "God, I love how you respond to my touch. Look you're getting goosebumps everywhere. Are you cold, baby?"

You shake your head unable to form real words between your moans as he is now finally rubbing ever so softly at your clit. "Okay good," he says with a knowing smirk, "Must just be a reaction to feeling me rubbing my fingers along your clit and kissing you all over. I think you like it when it's like this. You like it when you have my full attention." You nod your head in agreement. His fingers and lips feel so good and his voice makes you feel dizzy.

"I know you do," he continues, "You deserve this and so much more. Where else deserves to be played with? Your lips are begging to be kissed and so are your tits and your thighs." He finally moves his head down to kiss and lick at your thighs. His hand also continues to rub gentle circles on your clit.

You moan loudly and he responds, "Good girl, I love it when you moan for me. Tell me all the places you want my fingers. Tell me where you want my tongue."

You moan out, "My pussy, please, please, please. I want you to eat me out, my love."

He lets out a moan of his own, "Your pussy, of course, baby let's see here. Oh, your pussy is so pretty, baby. I love the way you taste. You are so perfect. I love the little noises you make keep going, baby. Moan more for me." He says each sentence during breaks from devouring you like a man starved. It feels so good to have his tongue on you. You move your hands to his hair and squeeze your legs together whenever he does something you especially like.

"I love how you squeeze your thighs around my head as I slowly run my tongue along your pussy," he says during another break. This time he adds his fingers to your soaking entrance. He moves them at a decent pace making sure to curl up so he can hit your sweet spot. This way he can still pleasure you while taking breaks from sucking and licking at your clit to whisper into your ear.

"I love spoiling you," he growls into your ear, "You got me so hard I'm absolutely throbbing. You're so sexy like this for me I love eating you out." He continues to fuck his fingers into you and lick at your clit.

"Yeah, grip my hair tighter baby. Show me where you want me to be," he says. You grip his hair tighter and move his head to the perfect angle.

He stops one more time to ask, "Does that feel good? Can you handle all of this? My fingers and my tongue?" He then goes back to what he was doing. You could just respond with moans and broken cries of agreement. You were getting so close and he knew it. He doubled down his efforts no longer taking breaks to talk to you. Instead, he was very intent on helping finish you off.

After a few more seconds you came loudly, "Yes, baby! I am cumming! Ah, that feels so good!" After a while, you came back down to reality to see the love of your life with a dopey smile. Your juices and his saliva all over his chin and he was still rock hard.

"Did you enjoy that, my love," he asks.

"Of course, would you like me to help you now," you reply.

"That's alright, love," he says, "This was about taking care of you right now. I can take care of myself later. Let's go get cleaned up and then we can have dinner yeah?"

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A/N: Not gonna lie I was struggling to find the will to write. It was such a long day and I didn't want to do it but, then I came across this ASMR audio on the orange YouTube and it was PERFECT for this fic and for Felix. Thank you to people who suggested some other idols for this day but, this was too good to pass up. Let me know if you want the link to the audio if you wanna listen to it while you read this.

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #x reader #k pop smut #felix x reader #lee felix #felix stray kids #felix smut #stray kids smut

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someone making a comment about prosecco h about how he should date his age and it sends yn into a spiral like "oh god this isn't a good idea"

Would love to see the first fight for Prosecco (or any one i love the first fight one shots for ur other series lol)

Prosecco angst!! Pleaseeeee

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"(Y/N), love, c'mon."

Harry's feigned exasperation fell short the more his smile grew. His arms were wrapped securely around her waist as she clung to him, legs hitched around his hips in her effort to not let him go.

"I don't want you to leave."

(Y/N)'s pout could be heard from miles away, Harry didn't even need the confirmation of her puffed lips pressed against his throat. He only sighed at her whining, the sentiment the same thing she'd been saying since he unraveled himself from the sheets of his bed and her legs.

"We've spent the whole weekend together, haven't we?" he attempted to soothe her, running his palm along the span of her back, "And, you'll still be here when I come home, right? No reason to pout about that, is there?"

"Yes, there is," she argued, her petulant tone making Harry's grin widen, "I don't want you to leave at all. Tell them you're sick and we'll lay in bed all day. You can go to work tomorrow instead, when I have class and can't miss you."

"That's the same thing y'told me last week, and I really did take the day off, remember?" he told her, walking them back to the kitchen counter where his abandoned mug of coffee sat in wait after he was distracted, "Don't think I can get away with that again, sweetheart."

A quiet humph sounded from where she was huddled in his neck as he settled her on the ledge of the kitchen counter. Despite the stable surface now under her bottom, she didn't bother to unravel herself from around Harry's form, thighs still cinched around his hips and arms looped around his neck.

"Can you work from home, then?"

"I wish, but I don't have any of m'things with me. And, I've got to be at a meeting today with some of our new clients." Harry dropped a kiss to her shoulder once he saw them deflate at all the reasons he couldn't stay him and lie in with her, no matter how much he wanted to.

"Fine," she relented, peeling herself away from his neck only enough to get a look at his face.

Just as he expected, even though she was giving up on her fight, her features were still molded into the sad puppy look she had begun to realize was something he had a hard time resisting.

"Don't look so sad, darling," he cooed to her, ducking his head to press a kiss to the tip of he nose, "I'll be home soon, 'kay? Y'can even call me on my lunch if y'really miss me that much."

"We just had so much fun this weekend, I don't want it to be over already," she told him, canting her head to the side as she gazed up at him.

"We did, didn't we?" he smiled at her, thinking abut their weekend full of nothing but lounging around in bed and going out to eat when (Y/N) got too antsy in the house and wanted to dress up. "I promise we'll do it all again this weekend, pretty girl. Jus' need to get through work first, right?"

"Okay," she sighed, "Maybe we can go to the aquarium this weekend?"

Harry's smile winded at her words, dimples deep in his cheeks. "We can definitely do that, sweetheart. I'll buy the tickets today, alright?"

She brightened some at his promise, giving him the smile he was missing since she decided to be his pouty girl. "Thank you, H."

His arms around her waist tightened at her quiet gratitude. There was nothing he loved more than making her happy. With his grip, he pulled her just to the edge of the kitchen counter as her body relaxed, legs now dangling on either side of his with her arms a loose loop around his neck.

"Now, give me a kiss before I go. 'M already going to be running late," Harry requested, dipping his head down with a nudge to her nose with his own.

(Y/N) complied with no convincing, happily pressing her lips to his. Her kiss tasted like the fruit he cubed up for her for breakfast, warding off the bitter afternotes of the coffee he barely had time to brush from his teeth before (Y/N) pounced on him with pleas to stay home.

"Love you," he murmured against her lips, planting a small smattering of pecks across her mouth before pulling away.

"Love you, too," she told him, bright smile on her lips, "Text me when you're on lunch so I can call you."

"You know I will, darling," he told her, giving her one more kiss before finally stepping out from between her legs.

(Y/N) hopped off the counter and followed him for the send off, the length his button down swaying over her thighs as she followed him. As much as he hated to leave her, the idea of her waiting at his home for him, dressed in his clothes and full of love for him made his heart race. He'd never had someone to come home to like this, even if they weren't officially moved in together yet. That thought made the days a little easier to get through.

With one more blown kiss in her direction and a wave before he pulled off, Harry tried his best to start his day despite the fact he was leaving his heart behind.

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(Y/N) was bored.

Harry's house wasn't that fun when he wasn't there with her, she decided. She went through and finished up the laundry they started the day before and changed the sheets out on his bed, and even made sure she had all of her toiletries packed up in her bag so she could go home after dinner tonight, but that only filled a few hours before she was lounging on his couch watching a reality dating show she couldn't believe really found love for these people. Her only saving grace was the fact that the lunch hour was approaching.

Despite the fact she had already promised to call him during the break this morning, these lonesome hours allowed her to think up an idea that sounded much more fun the longer she laid out on his couch.

She was going to go see him.

She was going to pick up some lunch on the way there, and actually go see him for the first time at his big office. Planning her outfit took all of twenty minutes as she refused to take off his shirt, deciding to pair it with a pair of jeans that Harry had told her made her butt look good and the pearled headband she wore on their first date. It was a fun distraction, getting ready, as she primped her hair and did her skincare routine—forgoing makeup for the day—before placing a pickup order at Harry's favorite little diner he takes her to when she's hungry in the middle of the night. She couldn't wait to surprise him.

The drive to the diner was a familiar one, a quick stop that had her bubbling with excitement as she double checked the order of Harry's favorite meal and all his fixings (he loved this melt they had, the ingredients basically making up a grilled cheese until Harry added all of these bits and extras that elevated it to a 'melt' instead). As soon as she had today's lunch packed away in the passenger seat, (Y/N) put the address of Harry's office building into her GPS. A canopy of butterflies made their way through her tummy as her ETA approached with every mile she drove to his office. She'd never been before, and the fact that Harry wasn't expecting her added another layer to her bubbling nerves. Hopefully, she could find the place—and his office—easily so she couldn't have to ruin the surprise with a call asking him for directions.

Once the towering building came into view, (Y/N) realized just how many times she'd passed it on the way to her labs for her required science class her first year of university. The glossy windows shone in the sun's rays, gleaming almost as brightly as the blocky lettering that detailed the company name over the top floor of the structure. She knew his job was important, that he made a good living and met high-profile people, but she never figured it was this important. If she was being honest, what she had pictured was a building in a business plaza with a few floors to spare for the different departments, Harry's office settled on the highest one (at max, the fifth floor). Looking at the scale of his job, she now felt a little guilty for convincing him to call in the previous week. (That didn't mean she wasn't planning on doing it again, though).

With their lunches in hand, the plastic bag hanging off her wrist as she locked her car, (Y/N) craned her neck to gaze up the height of the building. If Harry was important as she figured he would be—should be—, he was at the top behind one of those glossy windows. He probably had a killer view.

Going through the glass doors, (Y/N) saw a luxurious waiting room complete with a receptionist smiling behind a glass desk and a shiny set of elevators pinging behind her as people came and went. It was definitely the lunch hour if the amount of suited people sifting through the lobby with lunch pails and takeaway containers to some of the fancier restaurants nearby was anything to go by.

"Hello," the receptionist greeted her, a bright smile on her face as that could rival the gleaming plate on her desk that detailed her name to be Seline. "Are you here to drop off a lunch delivery?"

Glancing down at her casual look and a bag of food at her side, (Y/N) couldn't blame her for thinking she was just here to drop off some executive's food order. The one day she doesn't feel like getting all dressed up to see him.

"Oh, no," she laughed, carefully approaching the desk so she didn't make any scoffs with the worn soles of her shoes, "I'm actually here to see Harry Styles? I think he's supposed to be on his lunch break right now, so I was hoping I could eat with him if you wouldn't mind telling me where I can find his office."

"Oh," Seline chirped with a raise of her brows, glancing down at the desktop Mac stationed on the surface of her glass desk, "I see. And may I ask for your name?"

"Right, sorry, I'm (Y/N). His girlfriend." (Y/N) hated the way her answer felt like a question with the way her tone tilted upwards at the end. She was beginning to feel so out of place in this building, she even doubted her own name.

"His girlfriend?" Seline deadpanned, her eyes flicking from her screen to fix on (Y/N). Though she still held a pleasant expression on her face, there was something vacant entering her smile, like she wasn't entirely sure what to do about this situation.

"Yeah," she affirmed with a jerky nod, her hair fluttering behind the hold of the headband crowing her head, "It's kind of a surprise, so..."

(Y/N) cringed as she trailed off, wishing she had thought through her statement before she opened her mouth.

"Oh, okay," Seline smiled, the edges turning down some as she tapped away at her keyboard. After pressing definitively on the enter key, the receptionist looked up with an apology in her eyes, "Unfortunately, I'm not able to let anyone up to see any of the executives unless I have express permission from them or an appointment on their schedule. But, I can take a message for you and let him know you stopped by?"

A kind of anxiety (Y/N) hadn't felt since her first day of college swept through her system. She was sure Seline was doing her job, following policies in place that made the most of Harry and his colleagues' time, but (Y/N) had never felt more stupid or out of place in her life. Another set of employees dressed in suits and skirts, everything creaseless with precise pleats and expensive shoes that clacked over the tiled floor made their way out of the elevator, making (Y/N) feel that much more out of place with the holes in her jeans and the wrinkles in her borrowed shirt. She hadn't even bothered to brush her hair before she left.

The bag of food at her side crinkled as she shifted, grabbing for her phone from her pocket. "Um, could I actually give him a call, really quick? I-I'm sure he'll let me up, I just didn't know he needed to let you know."

"Of course, take your time," Seline offered, dropping her skeptical gaze to (Y/N)'s flowery cased phone, "As soon as I have his permission come through my system, I can buzz the elevator for you."

Peeping out a thank you, (Y/N) scurried off to one of the white leather seats that decorated the waiting area. She was sure no one was paying her any mind as she fiddled with her phone, getting frustrated when her Face I.D. wasn't accepted with the way her hands were shaking, but she swore every person that passed through the waiting area—especially Seline—had their eyes glued to the silly girl that was trying to bypass protocol to see her 'boyfriend'.

By the time she had the phone pressed to her ear with Harry's contact pulled up, (Y/N) worried she was going to scream if the plastic bag with their food crinkled one more time in the quiet lobby.

"Sweetheart, I was jus' about to text you," Harry greeted her, his voice offering a flood of relief.

"Harry, hi—uh—I'm at your office." She cringed as the words left her mouth, knowing Seline could definitely hear the way she wobbled through her words. "But—um—I'm not allowed up until you say its okay."

"You are? Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I didn't know y'were coming," Harry prattled off after a beat, the sound of a keyboard tapping in the background.

"It's okay, I was trying to surprise you with lunch and everything," she murmured, feeling silly now in her plan. Of course she wasn't going to be escorted to someone's corporate office without some kind of permission or appointment. At least they were getting it figured out.

"Oh, pretty girl," Harry cooed through the phone, his smile evident in his tone, "That's so sweet of you. I can't wait to see you." He paused for a moment before she heard a ping on the line. "Alright, I sent my access code down to Seline, she'll buzz y'right up, yeah? Once you're on m'floor, just need to take a right to Shelly's desk and you'll need to tell her your name but she'll let you in right away."

"Thank you, H," she sighed as her shoulders sagged in relief. With a proper plan in place, (Y/N) could breathe. "Love you."

"Love you too, gorgeous. I'll see you in a minute."

After hanging up, Seline waved her over as soon as (Y/N) stowed her phone in her pocket. "Mr. Styles' permission just came through!" she beamed at her, "I'm so sorry about that confusion, Ms. (Y/N). Mr. Styles just didn't let me know he was expecting anyone and you look so young, I was worried a daughter of one of his clients got a little too attached over a client dinner or something." Seline laughed as if she had told (Y/N) one of her funniest jokes as she clicked away at her keyboard, the up arrow above one of the elevators lighting up as she pressed enter. Swiping a keycard from a drawer on her desk, Seline handed it out with a polite smile on her face. "Scan this at the elevator, and go to floor twenty. Have a nice lunch, Ms. (Y/N)."

(Y/N) swallowed as she took the keycard, reciprocating the polite smile the receptionist gave her though (Y/N) could bet her own was nothing more than a shaky imitation. She worked robotically as she followed the directions she was given, the keycard taking a moment to scan as she couldn't steady her hand.

She looked so young that Seline worried she was a daughter of one of Harry's clients coming to stalk him? Alone in the elevator with her distorted reflecting staring back at her in the mirrored panels that slated the walls, (Y/N) didn't know what to think. Of course it was never a secret that there was a lengthy gap in age between she and H—the very reason he had waited so long in becoming close to her—but never had that fact been so blatantly presented to her.

Sure, (Y/N) didn't do herself any favors with her makeup-less face and rumpled outfit, but she didn't think she particularly looked like someone's teen daughter who sought after a man of her father's demographic. Shaking off the comment, she tried to remind herself of the relief of finally getting out of that lobby and getting closer and closer to her Harry—her comfort zone. All she had to do was talk to Shelly, and she was in. No more crinkling plastic bag or scuffs of her shoes over the expensive tile.

Once the elevator dinged, the number twenty illuminated over the door, (Y/N) let out a breath. This floor held the same ambiance as the waiting room she'd just left—clean lines, light colors, and glass fixtures everywhere. Office doors with titles and names lined the length of the hall. Each sprawling end was serrated by the lobby area that almost perfectly emulated the one below, only smaller.

The same glass desk as Seline's was stationed in the middle of the lobby, the main fixture in the area with the gleaming iMac and tall vase of neutral flowers on the edge. A desk plate inscribed with Shelly across the brass shone in the sunlight seeping through the windows. But, there was no Shelly to be seen.

Peering down the hall, (Y/N) spotted what looked like it could be the office to the Chief Officer of Brand Relationships, or his better known name: Harry Styles. Without Shelly there, and her safe haven within her sights, (Y/N) figured she'd just toe her way down the hall and get to his office by herself. Just as she moved to bypass the glass desk, the sound of heels tapping over the elaborately titled floors sounded from the hall behind her.

Looking over her shoulder, (Y/N) paused when she realized who was clicking over the floor.

"Hello, sorry about that I was—" Shelly cut herself off, her brows furrowing once she was close enough to realize who was standing in her lobby, "(Y/N)?"

"Hi, Shelly," (Y/N) awkwardly greeted her, taking in her classmate from the Business English course she took before (Y/N) realized she would rather die than have anything to do with writing business polices and handbook guides. She'd never seen Shelly so dressed up, used to her curls being tied into a poof on the top of her head with baggy sweatsuits covering her form. Here, she was clad in a smart skirt with the matching top tucked in, complete with the resounding heels that clacked over the floor, hair in defined and shiny ringlets. (Y/N) swallowed before she spoke again, "I didn't know you worked here."

"Oh yeah," Shelly waved off, a pinch remaining in her brow, "this is where I do my internship hours."

When she paused, this is what (Y/N) had been scared of. She and Shelly certainly weren't close enough to maintain a bubbling conversation with anything other than surface level small talk before settling into a static silence.

"That's nice," (Y/N) smiled, forcing herself to keep from grabbing for her phone out of habit at the feel of the awkward air, "How do you like it?"

Shelly gave her a generic smile, one she most likely trained herself for with this job. "It's really nice, thanks for asking. Super nice place, and the food is awesome around here so there's always fun lunch breaks to be had." They both broke out into polite laughs, (Y/N) trying to ease herself when she saw Shelly's eyes drop to the plastic bag at her side. "Are you here dropping off food for someone?"

Round two begins.

"Oh no," (Y/N) shook her head, schooling her features as best she could, "I'm here to see—um—Harry Styles, actually. He said he sent a permi—"

"You're Mr. Styles' girlfriend?"

(Y/N) nervously began to pluck at the buttons of her top with her restless fingers. Though her smile was beginning to waver, she kept up her polite facade. "That's me," she chirped with a shrug, faux-nonchalance greasing her joints.

"Oh," Shelly sounded, eyes wide with brows raised as she rounded the side of her desk. In seconds her gaze was flitting over her computer screen, incredulous look still pasted to her face by the time she finally looked up at (Y/N) again. "You're the one that talked to Seline downstairs?"

"Yeah," (Y/N) replied simply, unsure of where else to go with a question like that.

Shelly hummed, leaning down and typing out something on the keyboard before she stood to the full of her height and gave her attention to (Y/N), though she wished she could give it back. "You're having lunch with him today?"

"Yeah," she parroted, the bag at her side crinkling at the worst time, "I called him when I was downstairs, so he should know I'm here and everything already."

"Right," Shelly laughed, shaking her head with a fluff to her curls as she seemingly remembered where she was, "Sorry about that. I got Seline's message that Mr. Styles' girlfriend was here to see him, you're just not what I was expecting." She rounded her desk once more with a pleasant smile, heels clacking.

Gesturing for (Y/N) to follow her with a quiet right this way, Shelly started her down the same hallway (Y/N) had seen Harry's nameplate. As much as she had wanted to scurry away and hide in Harry's office before, (Y/N) dragged her feet during the trek. Maybe she was nothing but a glutton for punishment, unable to let the draining weeds growing in her head go unfed, but she couldn't help herself before the next question left her lips.

"What do you mean?"

"Hm?" Shelly hummed, falling back to walk in line with (Y/N).

"Just—I mean..." (Y/N) stuttered, cringing at herself for stumbling so hard over her words in the quiet hallway. "Um, what were you expecting when you heard his girlfriend was coming?"

"Oh," Shelly chirped, slowing even further as she directed her gaze to the ceiling with a pucker to her lips as she thought. "No one specific, really. I don't know, I figured it would be some kind of executive lady, or something. Oh, wait! Do you remember Prof Frances?"

(Y/N) stopped herself from taking in the deep breath that ached to be a sigh at the mention of one of the teachers that was well known across campus. She was a super beautiful woman, someone that people were known to take her class for with only the intention of staring at her and trying their hand at flirting with her during office hours. She was a kind woman, reserved and quiet when not up front lecturing, but held the kind of confidence that only came with age and loving the body you were in and the person you were. She was grown. Of course, Shelly would picture someone like that for Harry.

Cool, confident, and sure of herself. Her beauty was only a plus and her age was much more well matched for Shelly's Mr. Styles.

"I remember her."

"I guess I pictured someone like her then," Shelly bubbled off, shrugging her shoulders as they came to a stop by Harry's door, "All tall and dark and everything. I definitely wasn't expecting one of my classmates."

(Y/N) gave a polite laugh to Shelly's attempt at a joke. She felt entirely too stiff in the lungs and tight in her tummy to think of anything sunny at the the moment.

"It was really nice to see you, though," Shelly chirped, eyes bright as she turned, "Let me know when you're planning on coming by next time, and I can tell Seline so she can have the keycard and everything waiting for you."

Getting out a weak thanks, (Y/N) watched as Shelly knocked on Harry's office door before cracking it open enough to stick her head through and let him know his guest was here. The sound of Harry's deep voice sounding through his office, though muffled by the time it reached (Y/N)'s ears, did enough to soothe her anxieties before she was ushered over the threshold with Shelly shutting the door behind her.

"Hi, sweetheart," Harry smiled at her, rising from his spot behind his desk with open arms, "'M so happy to see you, c'mere."

It was instinct the way she moved across the office, dropping the bag of food into one of the chairs opposing his desk with her bag and keys. (Y/N) smushed her face against his chest as soon as she was close enough, looping her arms around his middle while Harry's became a cradle around her shoulders.

"Hi," she peeped against his chest, eyes falling closed.

"My pretty girl," he hummed as he dropped a kiss to the top of her head. "Best surprise ever, you know that?"

"Good," she tried to laugh, urging her lungs to relax, "I was starting to worry that I wasn't supposed to be here."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, unpeeling himself from around her. Shifting his grip, he laced a hand through hers while he reached for the bag of food on his desk, a smile appearing on his face when he noticed the restaurant name on the plastic.

Flashing back to the tight air that filtered through the lobby downstairs and the unexpected run-in with a classmate, (Y/N) only shrugged. Fanning her gaze across his office, she followed after him as he took her to the comfortable pair of chairs stationed by the floor to ceiling window that plated one side of his office. The perfect spot to schmooze clients and lunch with other executives.

"It's just really fancy here, and all," (Y/N) settled on as she sunk into the plush leather of the chair.

A huffed laugh left Harry's lips as he doled out the contents of the bag, packets of silverware and napkins being shared on the sidetable planted between the chairs. "Yeah, a little, isn't it? Definitely not what it used to be when I started working here."

(Y/N) only nodded as he spoke, a small smile on her face. She wanted to be here with Harry, talking about his work, seeing his excitement when he realized what she picked up for him, or just allowing the fact she was spending time with him to wash over her. She wanted all of that, but each time she felt herself relax, a moment of Seline's quickly concealed judgement or Shelly's bordering-on-disrespectful surprise flashed through her memory.

Should she even be here right now?

"Pretty girl, y'got me my melt!" Harry chirped with a bright smile, bringing her attention back to the moment where an unopened takeaway box sat on her lap.

A genuine curve of her lips molded her features. This was what she had been looking forward to when she thought up her plan. "And, I even made sure they put all that gross stuff you like on there."

Harry scoffed and made a face as he reached for a pack of cutlery. "'S not gross to have mushrooms on a melt, love. At least 'm not dipping it in ketchup or something worse."

With a pointed glance in her direction, Harry waited for the explosion she was going to give him.

"Harry Styles, that was one time, and I was drunk. It's not fair to keep bringing that up!"

The bright smile on his face was reward enough for all the trouble she'd gone through to make it to his office. "'S jus' shocking, that's all," Harry pressed, his curls falling over his forehead as he shook his head, "As a self-proclaimed grilled cheese purist, I expected a little better out of you."

Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) cracked open her own box. From the corner of her eye, she could see Harry digging into his lunch, spinach leaves and avocado smears edging out the back of the sandwich.

"You know," he started, swallowing down his bite while (Y/N) twirled her side of macaroni on her fork, "y'should be happy that's the most embarrassing thing you've done around me while drunk. By the time I was your age, I had friends who had to babysit me at parties after this one time I tried to eat some girl's cigarette. I only have photos to prove that even happened, though because I don't remember a second of it."

Normally, (Y/N) would have been enamored at the mention of what Harry was like when he was university aged like her. But, today the phrase of when I was your age, struck a cord in her.

There hadn't been too much thought in her head about their age gap when she met Harry. The only time she had really thought about it was when Harry brought it up, telling her that he hadn't wanted to pursue her sooner in hopes of avoiding making her uncomfortable. When he had told her that, she remembered the way she canted her head to the side with a furrow in her brow; the fact he was thirty-five (or close to, when they met) hadn't been something that sounded all that bad to her. If he had showed her any kind of interest earlier, (Y/N) wouldn't have given it a single thought before trying to subtly flirt her way into his life.

Today had been the first time she really had to confront their age gap in a way that didn't make her feel protected and warm.

Sure, she could understand a moment's hesitation. They weren't a traditional coupling, and that was fine, but hearing more than once that she was not what others had expected to be Harry's girlfriend got under her skin. The mention of a previous professor just about sealed the deal for (Y/N).

Of course, someone his age would be able to bond over the same things they grew up with, the same formative years and pop culture references. Of course, he would be better matched to someone with the same level of maturity who was on the same chapter of their life.

"What's got y'thinking so hard over there, sweetheart? Making me nervous y'jus' remembered y'left the stove on or something." Harry's joking brought her back to the present, the bright open space of his office greeting her from where she emerged in the back of her head.

(Y/N) shook her head, "Nothing. I was watching Love Island before I left, and those people are so weird sometimes." As expected Harry's smile turned crooked at the mention of the television show she had managed to get him sucked into on more than one occasion.

"Yeah? What happened this time?"

"Too much, I'll have to show you later," (Y/N) brushed off. She could barely remember half of the contestants' names right now, let alone recall any specific scene of the episode she watched today. She had much bigger things on her mind. "Can I ask you something, H?"

The responding hum he gave her was enough to have (Y/N) pushing at the fries littering her takeaway box as she tried to construct her question.

"Have you... You've told people about us, right?"

Harry nodded his head as he plucked a dangling piece of spinach off his melt. "Yeah, I've mentioned y'to my colleagues and all and talked about you at a couple of events and everything. Why?"

Urging herself to be nonchalant, (Y/N) tried her best despite the robotic motion of her shoulders as she shrugged. "Both of the people I talked to—the receptionists—seemed really surprised to see me."

"I mean, y'surprised even me, sweetheart," Harry laughed, smiling around the French fry he tossed in his mouth.

"I know. I guess, it was like they were surprised to see me. Like, they couldn't believe that I was your girlfriend." (Y/N) zipped her lips before she could manage to spill any more of what was running through her head while she had been pinned under the microscope of his employee's gazes.

A furrow pinched at his brow as he wiped at his mouth. "I don't really show pictures of you, or anything since 's no one's business," Harry paused as he spoke, "But, I can start doing that if y'want? Was thinking about putting a picture of you on m'desk anyway, so we can start there."

While the mention of being a fixture on Harry's work desk was a sweet sentiment, that wasn't exactly what she had been shooting for. She didn't know how to tell him about what had happened out in the waiting areas, not wanting to cause any problems or drama, and Harry didn't seem to understand what she was hinting at. She could always bring it up later, once he was out of his work clothes and (Y/N) wasn't feeling so raw from the experience.

With that thought, (Y/N) brushed off the memories and sunk herself into the leather of her chair.

"You'd put me on your desk?" she smiled at him, trying not to picture what Seline or Shelly would do if they saw a photograph of Mr. Styles with his co-ed girlfriend in his office.

"Course," Harry cemented, a sweet smile on his features, "It'd be a whole lot easier than unlocking m'phone every five minutes to see your picture."

Though there was a dark corner in the back of her mind that couldn't even begin to prune the poisonous weeds growing there, (Y/N) did her best to accept Harry's sweetness as it was.

He loved her and she loved him back just as much, that was all that mattered.

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By the time (Y/N) made it back to Harry's house, she couldn't think of another time she had been this exhausted.

Lunch with him was perfect after she managed to banish those inflammatory feelings from her mind, but it was the trek back downstairs when his lunch hour was up that wrung her out. Shelly was behind her desk when (Y/N) left Harry's office, giving her a polite smile and see you later pinged in (Y/N)'s head knowing that the next time she would see the receptionist would be on her college campus. Seline was just as polite, but still vacant as she flicked her gaze to (Y/N)'s shoes that squeaked over the tile on accident.

It was nothing they said, but the way they looked at her that had (Y/N) fidgeting on the drive back. Shelly could be a bit of a gossip from what (Y/N) could remember back when they shared a class, and it wouldn't surprise her to find out that the ding she heard from Seline's computer was a message from Shelly dishing about Mr. Styles' girlfriend.

(Y/N) was an overthinker and she knew that. The stupidest things in class could have her up at night analyzing every moment in fear she said the wrong thing or wasn't nice enough in a single moment. Everything with Andrew and Iris that happened forever ago had made her lose many weeks of sleep trying to figure out where she had gone wrong to cause either of them to treat her so poorly. When she and Harry started getting closer, she remembered the nights she would lay with her eyes on the ceiling trying to figure out if the way he said 'just friends' really meant they were only friends or if she should put more stock in the way he held her to his side and clung to her hand as he walked her home. She spun herself out on more than one occasion, and it appeared her power was needed once more.

Stepping over the threshold to his house, (Y/N) was washed over with Harry's scent. Though the hallmarks of the typical comfort she felt walking into his space remained, she still had that lingering feeling of being out of place. Just like she had at his office.

She kept her shoes on as she trekked through the space, forgoing the usual ritual of shucking them off before placing them beside Harry's own collection by the door. Her bag hung limply in her hand as he walked down the hall. She felt ready to bolt at a moment's notice like a spooked animal.

Though he was partial to hanging art pieces through his home, Harry still had his fair share of personal photos pasted to the walls. A panel dedicated to his family and friends stole (Y/N)'s attention as she approached his room, eyes grazing the pictures. Many were with the friend group she was now apart of, majority with Harry's closest friends of the bunch, Mitch and Sarah. She could see holidays and getaways spent with his people; tan as he vacationed with Mitch and Tom and Jeff in Jamaica, and bundled up with a cap covering his curls while spending time in Japan.

Trailing her eyes through the photographs, Harry's smile seemed to show the brightest in pictures with his family. More often than not, his mother and sister were tucked underneath his arms, matching smiles on their faces as they gazed into the lens. The trio of them all looked so similar; dark hair and pretty eyes, dimples and high cheekbones.

(Y/N) wondered if his mom smiled like that when Harry told her about his girlfriend. When he told her that his girlfriend was still in university and had to have Harry order for her when they went out because she was too anxious to do it herself. Did those dimples still crater her cheeks when Harry detailed out how his girlfriend's ID was still skeptically looked at by bouncers and bartenders, a handful of them even blatantly asking if it was a fake or giving Harry a dirty look for corralling some young girl out to the bars with him. (Y/N) wondered how his sister reacted the first time she saw a photo of them on instagram, and even moreso when she had inevitably perused (Y/N)'s page after and found teenaged photos that weren't that far down the feed.

Did either of them look the way Seline had? Did they share that same shocked surprise that Shelly had written all over her face?

Shaking her head, (Y/N) willed herself to go to his room, tearing her gaze from the wall of photos that she was only using to hurt her own feelings. Those weeds of doubt that had sprouted back at Harry's office had vined around her mind and taken her hostage with no escape route in place.

(Y/N) knew in her heart that Harry was her perfect match; she could trust herself on that decision. No one had loved or cared for her the way he did. No one she had ever known texted her in the middle of the day just because they saw a bundle of clouds that looked like this little plush dog (Y/N) had loved as a kid. No one called her first thing in the morning with the express purpose of leaving her a voicemail to wake up to.

She knew that Harry was her perfect match, but maybe she wasn't his.

Was she holding him back? There could be someone out there that could actually relate to him when he brought up some toy he had as a kid that was discontinued before (Y/N) was even born. Someone who could afford to treat him to more than a cup of coffee or lunch at a greasy diner. There could be someone who could fit him better, but he was too busy entertaining her to find them.

Sinking into the edge of his mattress, (Y/N) hung her head in her hands with her elbows digging into her thighs. She knew she needed to stop herself right now, right where she was in her never-ending process of negativity. She wasn't being rational.

Harry loved her and he wouldn't waste his time on someone the didn't believe was worth it. And, (Y/N) knew she loved him just as much, if not more than he did her. Spiraling over all of this wasn't helpful to anyone, especially when she knew there was no reason to doubt her gut or her place in Harry's life.

But, that insecurity that rooted itself in her brain and guilt that had flooded in along with it wasn't that easy to boot.

Pulling her head from her hands, she looked to the mess of her stuff she had made by his closet door, duffle bag left open with her clothes spilling out from all sides. (Y/N) sighed as she stood up, reaching down to clean up the mess she left on his floor after rifling through for her outfit for the day. In a pang of bitterness, she couldn't help but knock herself down with the thought that Prof Frances would never leave a mess like this at Harry's house. She was too mature, and put together to leave her charging cable laying along the floor with extra underwear hanging out of the side pocket to her bag.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) shoved her things harder into her bag, wrinkling and mushing her clothes into a lump of fabric. She was mad at herself for getting so hung up over this all; it wasn't even bad what was said today! Sure it was a bit annoying to be compared to a teenager and told that her old professor would be a more predictable fit for Harry, but no one was out to hurt her feelings—it had only been herself knocking her down. Slumping back on her heels before her bag, (Y/N) wondered if she might have better luck of shaking this feeling if she just went home.

There, she could shower using her fancy body scrub that was too hard to transport for sleepovers at Harry's, use her sweet-smelling shampoo and even do a face mask and wipe away everything that had bothered her today. At home she could lick her wounds and be a better partner to Harry when she wasn't so raw and down on herself. While she thought she hid it pretty well over lunch how upset she was, she knew it wasn't fair to Harry to wait for him to come home after a long day and pretend she was in the best of moods.

With a sigh, brows pinched at the middle, (Y/N) hooked her overnight bag over her shoulder before reaching for her phone. She had her eyes placed on her phone as she left his room, making a point to bypass the wall of family photos without a glance.

hey h I think Im gonna go home:( im not feeling super good and really want to shower at my place and sleep some before class tomorrow. ill bring your shirt back after I wash it and everything. sorry :(

Her hands shook as he pressed send before locking his front door behind her. Locking her phone, (Y/N) made her way to her car with a pit in her tummy. It didn't feel good to lie to Harry, especially when it was a lie that would keep her from spending time with him. She didn't even want to see the inevitable sweet text he would send back, most likely offering to drop off soup or come by for a cuddle if she needed someone to help take care of her. In the long run, though, she knew this time apart would be good for them.

That's why even when Harry texted her back with with a sad face and a promise that it was alright, pretty girl, she couldn't waver. Even when he sent her another message after he had assumed she'd fallen asleep while she was taking her time in the shower that he missed her and couldn't wait to see her later this week. He was here for her if she needed anything, he reminded her.

Locking her phone without responding that night was the hardest thing she had to do.

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Harry felt his heart ache when he stepped out of the shower, looping towel around his waist as he saw (Y/N) hadn't texted him back still. Poor thing really must not be feeling well if she conked out at seven, his little night owl.

He hadn't been too surprised when she messaged him earlier in the day to let him know she wasn't feeling well, but it still made his shoulders drop at the prospect of her not being there when he got home. She had been a bit off during lunch, lost in her head and reluctant to eat more than a few bites before she claimed she was full from breakfast still. He was worried about her when he saw that she hadn't even been enticed by the side of macaroni and cheese she ordered for herself, the diner being one of her favorite places to have it. If not for the fact she told him she wanted to get some sleep in so she could be well enough for class tomorrow, Harry would have insisted in going to her place after he got off work. But, he knew that if he stopped by, she would do what she always did and try to stay awake as long as possible with him.

If she wasn't well enough by Wednesday when they had plans to see one another, he wouldn't take no for an answer to bring her some soup or coddle her through her bug, like she had declined tonight instead for sleep.

Settling into bed, Harry was wrapped in (Y/N)'s scent that puffed through his comforter as he fluffed it around himself. When he closed his eyes, it was like she was still with him.

After setting his alarm early enough he had time to call (Y/N) and leave a good morning voicemail and make his cup of coffee before heading to work, Harry filled his head with all the love and affection he wished he could be giving to (Y/N) in that moment. Hopefully she would feel some of it and know he was thinking about her, and could help her feel somewhat better.

Harry hoped she was thinking about him, too.

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Though the threat of a day's worth of classes loomed over her head, (Y/N) woke on Wednesday morning feeling worlds better than she had even twenty-four hours prior. She had made the right choice in staying with herself for a couple of days, having all that time to spend with herself to get her head screwed on straight and talk herself down from the spiraling decline she had set herself up for.

Tuesday had been a hard day to get through, especially as she started the day with a mention of her faux-illness in Harry's morning voicemail. That guilt she felt about holding him back, not being the right person to make him happy only increased ten-fold when she tacked on the fact she had lied to get away from him for a couple of nights. But, since she had all that time to herself she was allowed to wallow for a few hours before being sucked into real life and having to exit her head.

The reality of it all was that it didn't matter what ran through Seline's head when she saw who her boss's girlfriend was. Same thing with Shelly; she had assumed Harry would be interested in someone like Prof Frances, but that wasn't true. Harry was interested in someone like (Y/N), and she loved him back just as much. That was all that mattered, and if anyone really had any issues, any quarrels about her age or whether or not she was an appropriate person for Harry to be in love with, didn't. She was happy with him, completely dedicated and willing to be in this relationship, and she knew he felt the same. That was all that mattered.

By the time she'd gone to sleep on Tuesday night, (Y/N) was still happy to have this time to herself (especially since she was doing all kinds of body skincare that entailed her hands to be wrapped in serum soaked gloves and feet to be in the same situation), she missed Harry. At least this time she didn't pretend to be asleep while he was texting her.

Wednesday morning was a piece of cake by then. The pit of anxiety that had weighed her down since Monday was finally gone, and (Y/N) couldn't have been more excited to see Harry that night.

She just had to get through class first.

By the time her final class of the day started—creative writing with Prof Daniels at two p.m every Wednesday and Friday—(Y/N) was excited. She actually really loved the current assignment for the class, and didn't feel even a tint of exhaustion at the idea of having plans after she was done for the day. If she made enough progress on her draft today, she might even be able to share what she had done with Harry and see what he thought.

After Mr. Daniels made his introduction for the day, reminding the class of the first draft's due date and what themes are meant to be focused on for this assignment, he retired to his office for the hour leaving everyone to independently work and make progress on their drafts. A few of her classmates left once their professor went to his office, getting the attendance grade before going off to do whatever else they wanted for the day, but (Y/N) stayed planted in her spot, headphones in her ears.

Wanting to start off on the right foot when this project was announced, (Y/N) had outlined the general flow of the piece with each of the required themes weaved throughout, making this entire process much easier than she had in the past. (Y/N) had found her groove moments later, typing away at her laptop with quick glances back and forth at her handwritten outline. Much of the class had emptied out for the hour when she bothered to take a look around, but she didn't mind being one of the few that took advantage of this allotted time to finish her work. Besides, she didn't want to go home and forget what time it was while she was working only to have Harry come in to see her still in her sweats when she had something a little bit prettier planned to greet him with.

When (Y/N) had just made it through the first section of her piece, out of the corner of her eye she noticed someone settling in the seat beside her. A quick glance showed it was one of the girls in her class that she often peer reviewed with, Isla. She was someone (Y/N) had met through Iris but wasn't all that close to either of them, which (Y/N) was thankful for after everything that had happened; she was nice during peer reviews and gave honest feedback, and (Y/N) would have hated having to find someone else in the class if she insisted on being loyal to Iris.

Isla's body was positioned in her seat to face (Y/N), knees pointed toward her with a smile on her face. Her laptop was still stationed at the typical desk she occupied, so (Y/N) figured she wasn't switching her seating situation. Plucking a headphone out of her ear, (Y/N) paused her music.

"Hey," she greeted Isla, voice quiet despite the fact almost all of her remaining classmates had their own headphones on and music playing, "What's up?"

"Hey, (Y/N)," Isla smiled at her, quickly glancing at her phone that was lit up in her lap, "I'm so sorry to bother you, I know we're supposed to be working on our stories."

"Its okay," (Y/N) brushed off, giving her attention to Isla despite the blinking cursor on her screen that urged her to keep going, "Did you need help with something?"

Isla shook her head, red curls fluttering around her face, "Oh no, this is actually super weird. But, my roommate told me something that didn't sound right, but I wanted to ask you if it was true."

A furrow pinched at (Y/N)'s brow as she listened. Couldn't Isla have just googled this?

"Okay," she started, "I don't know if I'll know the answer, but I'll try."

Releasing her bottom lip that had gone trapped between her teeth, Isla grabbed for her phone in her lap one more time. "You know Shelly Blake, right?"

At the mention of Shelly's name, (Y/N) felt all the color drain from her face. Nonetheless, she gave Isla a small nod, rolling her lips between her teeth. She knew where this was going.

"Well, my roommate had brunch with her this morning, I guess, and Shelly said that you're dating her boss," Isla babbled, not being nearly as quiet as (Y/N) wanted, "But I told Kerry—my roommate—that I don't think that's true because I think Shelly's boss is, like, thirty or something. But, Shelly says that you, like, went to her office and went and saw him and all, but, I don't know, I don't believe it. I know you have a boyfriend and all, but it's not him, right?"

(Y/N)'s mouth ran dry as soon as she heard the mention of Harry's age. Of course, that would be the point of contention as to why there was no way (Y/N) could be dating Shelly's boss.

She didn't know what to say, but (Y/N)'s silence seemed to be enough for Isla to realize her own answer. (Y/N) worried her fingers in her lap as she tried to come up with something to say, the nourishing mask she had done on her hands the night before making a much harder task of picking at her cuticles.

"Um, actually," (Y/N) started, feigning a smile on her features so she didn't make this interaction any more awkward by showing that she was hurt, "it is true. I've been dating him for a little while now, and I just went and visited him for lunch on Monday."

"Oh," Isla sounded, glancing back at her phone before finally locking the device and turning it facedown, "I didn't know that. I guess I always figured the guy you post on instagram was from that tech university that's an hour away or something since I'd never seen him around."

"Oh, no," (Y/N) shook her head, pleasant face still in place, "He's an executive at Shelly's company in the city. We just don't really hang out on campus and all, obviously."

"And he's really, like, thirty?"

That pit (Y/N) had been afraid of returning began to open up in her tummy again, working like a blackhole as it tried to suck her in from the inside out. "Yeah—um, he's thirty-five, actually. His birthday was a couple of months ago."

"Wow," Isla said simply, brows raising over her eyes, "I had no idea. I didn't even know you liked older guys. Or, that there were any actually cute ones around here that were willing to date college girls."

Just as (Y/N) was about to explain that while his age was something she found attractive, she wasn't necessarily into 'older guys', she was into Harry, Isla cut her off with a bubbling gasp that fed into a set of laughter.

"You didn't meet him on one of those sugar daddy sites, did you? Because I've always wondered if they worked, and if you did meet him on one you need to tell me which one because I need to try."

While she knew Isla was only trying to play around, (Y/N) didn't know what to say and knew she wasn't hiding it that well. She was sure Shelly or Seline had the same phrase—sugar daddy—running through their head when they realized her relationship to Harry, but neither of them had said it out loud. There was nothing inherently wrong with those kinds of arrangements, especially when everyone was happy and willing, but to have her love for Harry be reduced down to a relationship based on favors and cash hurt (Y/N) more than she realized it could. She would never use Harry for his money or take advantage of the fact he had the means to take care of her in places where she couldn't. That was never something she ever considered when she met him, or that ever crossed her mind still.

"Oh my god, (Y/N), I'm so sorry, that's not how I meant it at all," Isla rushed out as soon as she realized her mistake, her hands out between them as if she could wipe her comment out of thin air, "I just realized how that sounded, but I promise I didn't mean it like that, at all! I know he's your actual boyfriend, and its not like that at all. I was only trying to joke around, I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, it's okay," (Y/N) said, trying to soothe the situation as best she could and hopefully get Isla's volume down before someone overheard her, "I know you were only joking, I just wasn't expecting it, that's all."

"Are you sure?" Isla edged, features molded into an apology.

"Totally," (Y/N) pressed, "Don't worry about it, okay? It's not a big deal." The blackhole in (Y/N)'s stomach would love to beg to differ, though.

"Okay," Isla accepted with a reluctant smile, "Its cool if I tell my roommate that its true then? About you and Shelly's boss and all?"

In this moment, (Y/N) would rather die than have more people know about her relationship status and the opinions that went along with it, but there was no use in stopping it now. "Yeah, of course. Just let her know we didn't meet on a sugar daddy site, so I have no idea how legit those are."

Her comment drew a laugh out of Isla's lips, finally easing her from her faux-pas. "Thanks, (Y/N). Sorry to bother you, again."

As Isla stood from her borrowed seat, (Y/N) shook her head. "Its totally fine."

After sharing quiet goodbyes, (Y/N) was left alone again with Isla settling in her typical post towards the front of the room. Pushing her headphones back into her ears, (Y/N) wanted to resume where she was at in her assignment, but couldn't find the spot in her brain to concentrate. Her outline no longer seemed useful with all of her previous work feeling like it was for naught now that she couldn't concentrate for the life of her.

She knew her resolve was fragile when she made her peace with those comments she heard on Monday, but she didn't know it was this fragile.

Not only had she been branded a teenage stalker, but she was now a sugar baby using Harry for his money—two things that had been shared with her in less than a week. The thread holding her sanity together was moments away from snapping if someone shared one more thought about her relationship.

With another fifteen minutes left of class, (Y/N) just decided pack it up for the day. There was no way she was going to get any work done at this point, too much else on her mind to even begin to focus on her story. With her headphones in and bag slung over her shoulder, (Y/N) made her way out of the lecture hall with a wave over her shoulder to Isla.

The cool air outside did some good for her as she tried to clear her mind, feeling a little less trapped in the pit in her stomach with so much space around her in the quad. Now that she was alone, (Y/N) felt the urge for her eyes to fill with tears she'd been holding back for days.

She was just so frustrated, and, god, her feelings were hurt. Why she had to field questions about the validity of her relationship at all was something she didn't understand. Then to add that the three opinions she was given this week weren't the most kind of comments that have ever been shared with her, she wanted to scream with the frustration in her bones.

Yes, Harry was older than her, and that was where she needed the conversation to stop. She didn't need to hear about how she had been mistaken for being someone's daughter that held misplaced affection for Harry. She didn't need to explain that no, they didn't meet on a dating site with the express purpose of setting up arrangements between wealthy men and girls like herself. Everything extra she had to field and explain was pushing her into that dark, weeded corner in the back of her mind.

Making it to her car, (Y/N) didn't have the strength to hold back her tears anymore. The tint of her windows shielded the glimmer of her tears as they fell down her cheeks, tracking through the light layer of makeup she applied that morning. Her lungs squeezed as she tried to breath through her sobs the same way her fists did at her sides.

They'd only been together for a little over half a year, and just barely scratched the surface of the kind of comments (Y/N) feared they would get until she was old enough that people didn't notice the gap between them. How much longer could she do this, if she was now sobbing in her car after only a couple of days worth of off-handed comments.

Without much forethought, (Y/N) reached for her phone and pulled up Harry's contact.

i think that bug i had is coming back :( I felt a little better yesterday but today's been really hard so I don't think it would be a good idea to hang out tonight h im sorry:( I don't want to get you sick:(

She locked her phone before she could see if he was crafting his own reply back or even read the message. She needed to be alone tonight, and that was all (Y/N) let herself focus on as she drove back home.

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Coming out of his meeting, Harry couldn't help but let his shoulders fall as he looked at (Y/N)'s text. She still wasn't feeling well? From what she told him yesterday, she was just about good as new.

There was no way he was going to let her get away with a third day in a row of not feeling well without stopping by or doing his part to help her feel better.

Typing out a quick reply, Harry told her he was sad to hear she still wasn't feeling good and that he missed her immensely as he mapped out his stop to the shops before rerouting himself to her apartment after he was done with work for the day. She didn't deserve to care for herself when he was perfectly capable of at least making her some dinner and helping her get to bed.

And, call him selfish, but Harry couldn't wait to see her again.

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Armed with a plastic bag containing the ingredients to his favorite chicken soup his mom used to make him when he was young, and a bouquet of flowers he hoped would brighten her day, Harry knocked on the door to (Y/N)'s apartment. That familiar shuffling sound on the other side of the door sounded through the wood as he awaited her, a grin poking at he edges of his lips at the idea of finally seeing her again for the first time since Monday.

By the time she opened the door with a creak, Harry's smile dropped as soon as it formed.

(Y/N)'s eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, lashes bundled together in the fresh wetness that had seeped form her tear ducts. She halfway hid behind the door, peering at him with a quiver in her lip as she avoided his gaze.

"What are you doing here?"

While that wasn't exactly the greeting he had been hoping for when he decided to come over, he figured he shouldn't have set his standards up so high knowing that she was feeling sick. He had just hoped she hadn't felt so ill she had to cry over it.

"Oh, sweetheart," Harry crooned as he gazed at her, taking a careful step forward with the toe of his boot edging over the threshold, "How are y'feeling?"

"I'm alright," she sniffled, running a heavy hand through her hair, "I thought I told you I couldn't see you tonight."

"I know, I jus' couldn't live with myself if I didn't come help you even a little. I brought some soup for you." The flowers he had bundled against his chest tickled underneath his chin as he readied to take over her kitchen for the night.

When she hesitated and dropped her gaze to the floor, Harry felt his gut drop.

"I think you should go home, Harry."

The nasal tone of her voice accompanied the wobble of her lower lip as she spoke, her eyes flooding with a new set of tears.

Reaching out with a reluctant hand, Harry reached for her as he tried not to step through the door no matter how badly he wanted to hold her. He didn't want to overwhelm her.

"Sweetheart, I don't mind that you're sick, 's alright. Jus' let me take care of you, you're worrying me," he pressed. Just as his hand grazed her cheek, (Y/N) took a step back from him, widening the gap between them that was beginning to feel like a trench.

The way (Y/N) looked up at him afterwards told him she was just as surprised that she had distanced herself. Harry didn't know what was worse: (Y/N) deliberately taking a step away from him when he tried to touch her, or her moving out of the way on instinct, her subconscious keeping him from touching her?

"Harry, I-I think I need to be alone tonight."

"(Y/N), really. I don't mind taking care of you, you kno—"

"I'm not sick, Harry! I just... Let me be alone."

Harry stood stock-still, shocked by her outburst. The way she curled up on herself afterwards, recoiling form her own words, could have broken his heart if it wasn't already on its way to being shattered from her second request for him to leave.

"You're—I thought," Harry floundered, his hand with his bouquet of flowers dropping limply to his side, "Y'told me y'haven't been feeling well since Monday."

Another heavy hand moved its way through her hair, a tug being administered to her scalp. "I know I did, I'm sorry. I just didn't know if I could talk to you af—"

(Y/N) was cut off by the sound of her neighbour's door opening, a blonde haired girl walking down the hall with an awkward smile stretched on her face as she realized what she had just walked into. (Y/N) reciprocated as much as she could until her neighbour disappeared down the length of the staircase, that was when her smile dropped again.

He knew she was feeling embarrassed as she stepped off to the side, widening the berth of the door for Harry to fit through. She gestured for him to step inside, though it lacked every bit of enthusiasm that he had grown accustomed to when he visited her. With the plastic bag crinkling at his side and the bouquet of flowers rustling in the wax paper they were wrapped in, Harry stepped through the threshold of her door, her apartment almost completely silent.

Standing by awkwardly, Harry waited as she locked her door after him and padded her way to her living room where he stood. Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Harry glanced down at the flowers in his grasp.

"These are for you, by the way," he murmured, offering her the bundle of white magnolias.

With her gaze attached to the flowers, Harry watched as (Y/N)'s eyes welled up with a new batch of tears. She peeped out a thank you as she pulled the arrangement from his hand, padding off to her kitchen while Harry stood in silence.

He didn't know what she was about to tell when her neighbor interrupted them, but he almost didn't want to know. Knowing that she hadn't been ill and was using that as an excuse to avoid him was enough to have him on edge already, he didn't want to know why she had been avoiding him in the first place.

Relenting himself to sit on her couch, sinking into the stuffed cushion, Harry sat with his chin in his hand and elbows digging into his thighs. It felt like hours as he listened to her pull a vase from her cabinet, followed by the running water for the flowers. Normally he would be there helping her, teasing her as she reached for the vase and helping her arrange the blossoms in the water so every stem could take a dip. Not today, Harry guessed, he wasn't needed.

When she finally joined him, (Y/N) took a spot on the opposing chair set up in her living room, the stiff decorative pillow taking up most of the cushion as she sat on the edge. Shifting his chin in his hand, he gazed at her through his lashes as he waited for her to finish what she started.

As the silence stretched on, Harry felt more and more cracks appear in his heart. He couldn't take much more of this, especially when she couldn't even muster the courage to look at him. What did she need to tell him that was so bad she couldn't even look at him for a second?

Dropping his face into his hands, Harry slid his fingers through his curls, a startling pinch being delivered to the roots as he tightened his grip. "Why didn't y'want to talk to me, (Y/N)? What happened?" he grumbled out.

A sniffle sounded from the chair, but he didn't have the heart to look up. It would only make it harder to hear what she had to say if he had to watch her cry, too.

"Harry, I—" (Y/N) cut herself off, her thought dropping from her tongue before she had even bothered to finish putting it together, "I don't know how to tell you."

Something bubbled in his chest as he heard her hesitance to speak to hm still, even as he sat right in front of her. Frustration welled up in his system. How was he supposed to make anything better, fix his mistakes that led to her avoiding him, or make her at least stop crying when she wouldn't even tell him what was wrong?! How was he going to have a chance to save them from whatever had dug itself in her mind when he had no idea what he was up against?!

Forcing a deep breath into his lungs, Harry shuttered his eyes as he kept his head down in his hands. The heels of his palms dug into his eyes as he waited, giving her one last chance to say anything before he would take over.

With the sound of his blood rushing through his ears, Harry unclenched his jaw, "Start with why y'wanted to avoid me so bad y'pretended to be sick for almost three days."

"It's not that simple, H—"

"Then, what happened?! What did I do wrong?! You jus' keep sitting there, crying, but y'wont tell me what I did wrong or how to fix it!"

By that point, Harry was grateful for the fact his eyes were closed as he pulled his head from his hands, chancing a look up at (Y/N) though that view was quickly distorted by his own round of tears that flooded his vision. Sniffing his nose, Harry scrubbed his hands over his eyes to rid himself of the tears, still too frustrated to worry about them when (Y/N) still hadn't explained.

With her fingers a nervous bundle in her lap, (Y/N) broke with her bottle lip wobbling and eyes closed as if to stave off another round of crying. "It was when I vi-visted you at work."

Nodding his head, Harry took in deep breaths, already regretting the way he snapped at her. "Okay, thank you," he started, softening his tone as he gave her to the full of his attention, "What happened?"

(Y/N) shook her head as she ran her hand through her hair, rolling her eyes at herself. "It wasn't even that big of a deal, so I don't know why it's bothering me so bad," she rushed out, voice wobbling, "It was just... Seline? That receptionist on the lobby floor?"

Harry nodded his head, beginning to worry at the mention of Seline. She could be a bit cold, that much everyone at the office knew.

"She—I don't know, it was just weird when I talked to her. I know I wasn't on your permission list or whatever since I was surprising you, but she said something after she figured out that I was there to see you that's just stuck with me." (Y/N) swallowed, her eyes still facing the ceiling as Harry waited on her, his fingers prattling with his rings. "She... She said she didn't want to let me up at first because she wasn't sure if I was a daughter of one of your clients, coming to visit Mr. Styles after getting too attached over a busy dinner."

Rolling his lips between his teeth, Harry nodded his head. Sounded like Seline, that was for sure.

(Y/N) finally chanced a glance down at him then, feeling somewhat more calm now that she was getting everything out that had been rattling her brain for almost three days now.

"Then," she continued, surprising Harry as he had just began devising some kind of plan to keep Seline from being so rude to people in the waiting area, "I didn't realize that the Shelly on your floor was someone I go to school with." Harry sighed as he figured out where this was going. "She was really surprised to see me," (Y/N) muttered, fluttering her lashes as she tried to keep her waterworks at bay, "As soon as I told her I was your girlfriend, she got kind of weird and told me she didn't expect your girlfriend to be someone like me. When I asked her what she meant, she brought up this professor that used to work at my school, that everyone thought was really pretty, and was around your age, obviously. It wasn't that bad but after what I heard from Seline, it didn't really help.

"And then, today, I guess Shelly got brunch with the roommate of a girl in my creative writing class, and they apparently talked about how I'm dating Shelly's thirty year old boss, and the girl in my class asked if I met you on a sugar daddy website."

Now, that stung. The other two comments she shared with him hurt him for the fact it was hurting (Y/N), cheap shots taken at their relationship that questioned the depth of it just because of the gap between their ages. But this one—the implication that their relationship was nothing more than Harry giving out money and gifts in exchange for (Y/N)'s company—took a stab at his heart.

Harry knew what a relationship would look like to others the second he took a liking to (Y/N). That was why, other than wanting to maintain (Y/N)'s happiness and comfort in her friend group, he didn't pursue her. He knew that someone of his age and position financially wasn't supposed to mix with a college-age girl that had piled on student loans and worked as much as she could on the side to help pay for school. He knew that those two things could invite people to make comments or pull faces, he knew that. But, maybe they had just been lucky with how well it was going beforehand; their friends didn't mind, never once making a comment or raising a brow at the idea of the two of them together, along with his family being so supportive when he divulged details about his (Y/N), and even strangers on the street didn't give them a second glance. They had been successfully missing any of these comments up until this point, and, of course, it was (Y/N) who had to endure them.

If he hadn't already felt like shit for yelling at her earlier, now he felt like he should go sit on the curb with the rest of the trashbins.

Rising from his position on the couch, Harry moved to crouch in front of (Y/N). Instinctively, she spread her legs wide enough to allow him access to sit between. Settling his hands on either of her thighs, he waited on her to return to her living room with him, leaving the dark space of her head behind.

"(Y/N)?" he murmured, squeezing the full of her flesh in his palms, "Look at me, love."

Running her fingertips under her eyes, (Y/N) cleared her tears away before she looked down at him, her bottom lip trembling though she tried to hold it all back. "I'm sorry, Harry."

"Hey, hey," he crooned, shaking his head, "Don't need to be sorry, okay? Don't need to apologize for what they said."

"B-But, I shouldn't have stopping seeing you or talking to you over it," she countered, dropping her gaze to her lap though she didn't dare lace her fingers between his like she usually did, "I just didn't know what to do. I started to feel guilty."

"What do you mean, pretty girl? Guilty over what?"

"Li-Like I was holding you back or something," she whispered, the volume of her voice being the only thing that kept it from breaking, "I-I don't want you to mi-miss out on someone who might fit you better. Or, at least be able to handle something like this without avoiding you."

Harry shook his head as he stood to his feet, reaching for her hands that were bundled into a fumbling mess as she kept them from grabbing for his. Wrapping his fingers around her wrists, he pulled her to stand up before he replaced himself in her seat. The decorative pillow was crushed under his weight, becoming an uncomfortable lump under his bottom but Harry didn't pay it any mind as he pulled (Y/N) to sit in his lap. Her legs hung over the side of his own, her shoulder pressed against his chest as he looped his arms around her, interlocking his fingers as they rested on her hip.

"You've got to listen to me, (Y/N), 'kay?" Harry waited until he got a small nod from her, eyes meeting his through the frame of her lashes. "There's no one out there that could fit me better than y'do, do you hear me? I had some extra time before I ever even met you to meet this better fit, and I've never found anyone that comes close to the way y'make me feel. There's no one out there that would love me better than y'can, and I know that. Don't feel guilty over something that doesn't exist."

"But—"

"No, I told y'to listen to me, didn't I?" Harry stopped her, unwilling to hear her make up fake scenarios about someone who didn't exist. "It hurts knowing that these comments made y'want to avoid me, but I understand why because I understand you. Y'weren't trying to hurt me, y'jus' wanted some time to yourself to be a little mopey and figure it all out before y'saw me again—I understand. Right?"

"Yeah," she peeped, her cheeks heating and eyes watering as she listened to him, "I didn't mean to hurt you, Harry."

"I know, I know," he murmured, dropping a careful kiss to her cheek, his heart eased when she didn't flinch away. "And 'm not upset now that I know, okay? Don't need to be sad over that. And, 'm sorry I yelled at you; I got scared when y'wouldn't say anything, but I shouldn't have done that. We're a team and teams don't work when one of us is being mean." The small nod and I forgive you, that (Y/N) gave him allowed for a short smile to carve into Harry's lips before he grew serious. "I jus' need y'to be honest with me for a second, then."

A short nod came from (Y/N) as her hands unraveled, finally relieving Harry as she curled her fingers around his forearm to keep him close.

Swallowing, Harry tried to figure the best way to phrase any of his questions. "Do you...Did any of what these people said make y'doubt being with me?"

Her answer was immediate in the shake of her head, stray strands of hair fluttering around her face, "No, no, no. I love you so much, Harry, I just want you to be happy. I don't want you to be bothered one day when you realize I'm not at the same spot as you; I don't know all of those references you make and I can't take you out for fancy dinners the way you do for me. At least not until I'm out of school."

"I don't—... None of that matters to me, okay?" he reassured her with a squeeze of his arms around her, "I don't care about any of that. I like getting to see y'grow and learn and I never expect you to pay me back for any of the things I do for you. I don't understand all of your little jokes, either, sweetheart, and I know that doesn't bother you, because you're like me in that way. We love being with each other, and that's what makes us happiest, so that's all that matters. Right?"

A watery smile worked its way on her lips as she nodded her head. "Right."

"See, sweetheart," he cooed, "As long as we're on the same page about that, we can get through anything, can't we?" He was rewarded with another short nod and quiet smile. "'M sorry that y'were the one that had to hear those things, and I want y'to know that y'never have to hide that from me again. Tell me and I'll help talk y'down, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good girl," he praised her, even when she couldn't speak louder than a whisper and manage a smile bigger than the one on her lips if she didn't want her features to crumble. "'M always gonna help you, jus' need y'to tell me how. Can y'promise me that?"

"I promise, Harry."

"M'best girl, aren't you?" he crooned to her, dropping his face to nudge his nose again her own. Her smile grew as she took in his words, just as he wanted. "Can I kiss you, sweetheart?" he asked her the full of his lips brushing against her own.

The quiet nod he gave him was all he needed before he pressing his lips in affectionate pecks all over her face, starting with her plush lips. With each dot of his lips over her skin, more and more bubbling giggles fell from (Y/N)'s smiling mouth, his grip on her tightening as she wiggled in his lap. The bridge of her nose was smothered in his love before he tapped over her cheeks with his lips. Her forehead wasn't spared in the carnage either, getting as many kisses as he could fit in the space until he had to drop his kisses to her eyelids. The salt of her tears was bittersweet as he tasted them on his kiss; sweet knowing that he was able to quell them, but the bitter taste lingered knowing that they started in sadness. By the time he made his way back down to her lips, she was smiling too big to pucker her lips against his.

"Kiss me back, pretty girl," he murmured, his own amusement seeping into his tone no matter how hard he tried to keep it held back.

That was all the encouragement she needed before (Y/N) was cradling his face in her hands and trying her best to kiss him through her smile. It was clumsy and off-center, not perfect by far, but it was easily one of Harry's favorite kisses he's ever shared with her. This was where all of her sweetness concentrated itself: in her kiss as she nudged her nose against his and breathed out giggles every time Harry pulled away.

"I love you," she spoke against his kiss.

"I love you too, sweetheart, always," he murmured, drawing away just enough to match his gaze to hers. "Me and you, remember?"

The mantra he had repeated to her more than once brought a bright smile to (Y/N)'s face.

"Me and you, H."

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angst is always so hard for me to write so I hope everyone enjoys this! thank u sm for reading and sorry for any mistakes! if you have any ideas or requests of your own please send them in:)

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