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here2bbtstrash · 1 year

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crybaby (explicit)

genre: all pwp all smut babeyyyyyy

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

word count: 4.3k

contains: explicit sexual content!!!!!! like that's the whole fic lmao 😵‍💫 established relationship, marathon sex, wrist restraints/bondage, cocky yet eager sub!jungkook 🥵, soft dom!reader but she can be a lil tough, clothed tit play, objectification, she calls him bunny which i think is cute 🥺, spitting, dick riding, unprotected sex, fingers in mouth, humping/grinding, jk has a nipple piercing 🙈, overstimulation/multiple orgasms - for both of them hehe, vibrator use, jungkook (and reader!) pushing himself to his limits bc..... he's jungkook, he cries 🥲, reader finds it hot 👀, a lottttt of sweat & cum lol, cum licking/eating, blowjob, maybe some subspace if you squint, winners never quit 💪, talk of coming dry at the end, jk is kind of a little shit lmaooooo - alright i think that's it 😩

A/N: not me barely managing to get this up before the ticket sales start 😅 happy hunger games to y'all who have codes!!! this fic is a birthday gift to my love, my angel, my cunning linguist @moni-logues 💜 HAPPY (yesterday) BIRTHDAY bb, can't wait to marry you on our first date, it is the joy of my life to build castles in the air with you~

and god bless jk for his lives the past few weeks bc they breathed so much life into this regular degular "sub!jk" fic idea. i'm v obsessed with his personality and the way he always pushes himself "just a little more", whether it's in staying up til 5 am singing karaoke on his couch or giving his absolute all in a workout. just so in love with our bunny tbh, so i hope you enjoy this spicy version of him too!! 🥰

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You know your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

He stays up late even when he’s exhausted, likes to do his workouts to failure, could spend hours in a tattoo session with the needle pressed to his skin and his bones humming from the buzz. Always holding out for as long as he can, always wanting just a little bit more before he calls it quits, even when it’s hard, even when it hurts. Because he wants to test his limits.

And today, you want to test them, too.

That’s why you text him to meet you in the bedroom, let him find you in nothing but one of his oversized Carhartt shirts, kneeling up on the bed as you affix a pair of purple silk restraints to the headboard.

There’s the soft creak of the mattress from Jungkook’s added weight, and you feel the heat of him as he crowds you from behind, hands dragging up the curve of your hips and taking the hem of your borrowed shirt with it.

“This was the emergency, huh?” The low murmur of his voice is chased by the cool touch of his lip ring as he drags his mouth up the nape of your neck. A blossom of arousal starts to unfurl in your core. “Wanted to use these?”

“Yeah,” you answer, feigning nonchalance as you give the silk a firm tug to test that it holds. Satisfied, you let yourself sink back into Jungkook’s touch, dropping your head against his shoulder and smiling when he leans down to brush his lips over yours. He hums a soft little sound into your mouth.

You cup your hand to the nape of his neck when you pull away to finish the thought. “Thought we could try them on you.”

The words are seemingly all your boyfriend needs to hear; he drops down onto the mattress so hard that he bounces a little. You can’t help but laugh at the way he scrambles to strip out of his sweatshirt, like he’s being timed, then hurriedly centers himself on the pillows, eyes glinting dark with desire.

When you first started talking to Jungkook, everything about him made you expect that he would be the one to call the shots. The good looks, the tattoos and piercings, the muscles— and definitely the motorcycle. But once you’d sat across from him at dinner on your first official date, only to watch him blush and fumble his way through a conversation, you started to suspect that maybe he preferred to follow rather than lead.

That thought was certainly confirmed the next time you saw him out in public: it’d been a full two weeks since your first date, with nothing but radio silence between you since. You were admittedly maybe a little too drunk when you spotted him out with his friends at the same bar you’d been dragged to by yours— drunk enough to have no problem walking right up to him to read him for filth, in front of all of his friends, for ghosting you.

Except he’d just blinked those big brown eyes up at you, mouth dropped open in disbelief, and quietly admitted that he’d been waiting all this time for you to text him.

One of his friends had clapped him on the back, laughing loudly as he corroborated Jungkook’s confession. “He’s been having midnight karaoke pity parties because he never heard from you. Please take this boy out again before his neighbors have him evicted!”

That night told you everything you needed to know about how the dynamics in your relationship would work out. That if you wanted something, there was a very good chance Jungkook wanted it, too.

Which is why it doesn’t surprise you that your boyfriend is already sprawled out half-naked on the bed beneath you, arms folded behind his head in a way that makes his biceps bulge, dangerously attractive.

His mouth pulls into a cocky, flirtatious grin. “Ah, so you wanna use me?”

“I do,” you murmur, straddling your thighs over his torso and leaning up to take the smooth purple silk between your fingers. He offers you one hand before you even have to ask for it, and takes advantage of the other’s last few minutes of freedom to paw at you over your shirt. His tattooed fingers seek out your breast and squeeze, his thumb flicking lazy strokes over your nipple.

You tug the knot of the restraint to tighten it, then look back just as Jungkook closes his lips around the clothed bud of your breast. The rough drag of cotton against your sensitive skin makes you hot all over, your nipple stiffening easily at the rub of his insistent tongue.

“How’s that? Too tight?”

He smirks with your tit still in his mouth, soaking a wet spot into your shirt, teeth scraping gently. “Could be tighter.”

“You are such a show-off,” you huff, more endeared than aggravated as you redo the knot, this time as tight as you can manage. Jungkook pulls against it teasingly, but it does actually seem to hold him in place, and you can feel a dull thud between your legs at the flex of his muscles on full display, the image of him already half-helpless beneath you.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook,” he says, as if in explanation, giving your breast a final playful jiggle before you tug his other hand off to tie it up, too.

“Well, Jeon Jungkook,” you retort with a smirk and a grunt of effort as you lean over him to tug the knot tight. You glance down to find him already using the leverage of his restraints to pull himself up so that he can continue to nuzzle his face into your shirt between your tits, abdominals shaking a little from the effort, undeterred despite the loss of both of his hands.

You take his jaw in your grip and scoot yourself further down his body, dipping in to plant a kiss on his soft lips.

“Are you gonna be a good little toy for me?”

“Uh-huh,” he grunts, and you enjoy the tease of hovering just past where he can reach, watching him strain up toward your mouth to seek another kiss and fall ever so short.

You can feel arousal already dripping from your folds as you slide further down the bed, slipping off from on top of Jungkook to easily rid him of his joggers and briefs. His dick smacks against his stomach, thick and hard; wet, too, at the pretty brown tip. You toss his clothes over the edge of the bed, then strip your own shirt to follow before lowering yourself between his spread legs.

The muscles in Jungkook’s thighs tighten with visible anticipation as you hover above his cock, letting the heat of your breath fan out over him, not unlike the warm afternoon air leaking in through the cracked bedroom window, the first taste of spring. You can hear the wet clicks of Jungkook’s tongue in his mouth.

“Easy, bunny,” you murmur, and then you work up a mouthful of saliva and spit it right onto the head of his dick.

He hisses in a breath at the splatter of it, then gasps a soft little sound when you take him in your hand to slip your fist down the length of him. That’s Jungkook all over; always so eager, always so sensitive.

“What do you think?” you muse, your mouth ticking up as you feel Jungkook’s hips roll into your grasp. “Think it’s ready for me, baby?”

“‘Sready,” he grunts, teeth clenched. “Use it, jagi.”

You waste no time, crawling back up Jungkook’s body to settle your hips over his, flattening your palms against his chest. He’s still squirming, thighs flexing against the bed as he rocks up in a desperate attempt to find the wet heat of your cunt, and you giggle as you work yourself backwards until the head of his dick catches on your entrance.

It’s a bit of a stretch, but you’re wet enough to take it. You bite down on a smug smile as you manage to seat yourself on him hands-free.

“Fuck, love when you do that.” Jungkook’s voice is a low growl, and you slide a hand up the firm definition in his chest and slowly start to rock yourself along his length. His cock fills you up like he was made for it; you can feel every detail of him drag against your ridges, trailing sparks of pleasure as you tilt your hips to drive him right into your sweet spot.

Jungkook’s head kicks back against the pillow as a groan rips through him. There’s a gentle crease in his brow, furrowed in the way that tells you it’s so good: the tight heat of your pussy, the slick stretch of it when you work it on him. You ride him rough, make him take it like a good boy.

Another noise stutters out of Jungkook, chased this time by a huff of breath that it takes you a second to realize is a laugh, the tone caught halfway between shy and horny. You watch the way he squirms, restless against his restraints, like he can’t help himself.

He answers before you can ask. “The way your tits— fuckin’ bounce— fuck, I wanna touch you.”

The feeling sinks in as you watch him writhe beneath you, as you shove your hips back harder to pull more desperate sounds out of him. It’s fun, not letting him have what he wants, makes you drip that much more down the length of him.

“You can’t.”

“I know,” he grunts, wrists tugging uselessly. “It’s hot— that I can’t.”

“It is,” you concede, feigning composure despite the hitch in your breath, the way you’re already close to the edge and pushed that much closer by having Jungkook like this. Tied up, all yours, free to do with as you please.

And still fighting against his fucking restraints.

“Think I could rip these?”

It’s like your body acts faster than your pleasure-driven mind can keep up with: all at once, you’re tracing the pouted curve of Jungkook’s bottom lip, then slipping two fingers past it into the heat of his mouth.

“Shh, bunny,” you murmur. He blinks up at you, glassy-eyed as you pet over his tongue, all lush and wet on your fingertips. “Toys don’t talk.”

You press down more firmly as if for emphasis, enjoying how his soft parts give so easily to your touch, and then Jungkook outright moans around your fingers in his mouth.

The needy little sound makes your pussy pulse hot between your thighs.

“Fuck,” you hiss as you take him to the hilt, changing the stroke of your hips to grind against your toy, used solely to get yourself off now. Humping, really, rubbing your clit over the smooth skin of his abdomen where he’s blooming feverglow, flushed with need. Jungkook’s eyes flicker back in his head at the way your pussy’s taking him, squeezed tight like a vice and gushing wet. Working raw sounds out of him, his jaw gone slack; you can feel the blunt edge of his teeth and his heavy, shaky breath on the palm of your hand.

Your thighs shift to spread wider and the next drag of your clit is at just the right angle that pleasure surges up in you, undeniable, overwhelming. It’s all you can do now to chase your release, to keep rocking yourself into it, Jungkook’s thick cock plugged up inside of you and drool slicking out of his mouth to drip down your wrist.

“Gonna make myself come on my pretty little toy,” you manage to gasp.

Jungkook’s eyes find yours, burning intensity, the way he gets, and then he closes his lips tight around your fingers in his mouth and sucks, as if he’s begging to be used, and it sends you over the edge all at once. Your head tips back as your orgasm kicks through you, white noise pleasure, enough to get lost in.

Hips still rolling, you grind yourself through it, the waves of your climax swelling and receding again, until you finally drop forward against Jungkook’s chest, breathless and buzzing all over.

You let your fingers slip out of his mouth, exhale a laugh as they skip over the defined ridges of his stomach when you wipe your hand dry, taking full advantage of the fact that he’s powerless to stop you.

“Shit, that was hot.”

Jungkook’s voice is hoarse with desire as you shift to find the curve of his neck under your mouth, trailing kisses until your lips brush over the pretty lines of ink just behind his ear. He’s still thick and stiff inside you, with a steady pulse-throb that tells you how badly he needs to come, how worked up he is from being used as your personal hump-toy.

“Yeah,” you echo, paired with a tentative rock of your hips that makes your cunt flutter, overstimulated, tugs a little whine out of Jungkook, too. Your tongue feels thick in your mouth as you breathe against his flushed skin.

“Think I— wanna keep using my toy. Kinda feel like being greedy.”

Jungkook’s cock twitches, shameless, at your admission, again when you flick a thumb over the silver jewelry studded through his nipple. There’s a part of you that wants to keep him like this, his leaking-hard dick filling you up while you purr nasty shit in his ear, just to see if he can come from it.

“Might ride it until I break it.” You scrape your teeth up his neck and he moans. “Gonna take all I can give you, bunny?”

His throat jumps visibly as he swallows, fights to gasp a desperate “uh-huh”. Answers with his body, too, arching up to press himself deeper into you, rubbing the slick, hot tip of his cock into your front wall in just the right way to melt pleasure down your spine. You reward his eager submission with a soft kiss, then lick along the seam of his lips, enjoying the sweet little noises that pour into your mouth when you open him up.

Still intertwined, his tongue stroking over yours, your hand goes fumbling for the nightstand, comes away with the slender cylinder of your vibrator, and switches it on before slipping it down to press between your bodies.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook groans as you nestle the shuddering bullet between your folds and find the bud of your clit. You know he can feel it too from the way his hips jerk beneath you, the steady buzz engulfing his cock as you squeeze your pussy around him, all lush sensitivity from your first orgasm. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“You can.” The words are hardly more than a warm exhale from your mouth to his, your lips brushing. “But I’m not gonna stop.”

You don’t give him time to respond or even heave in another gasp of air before your thumb finds the button at the base of your vibrator, clicks it once, then again.

“F— ahh!”

Jungkook’s body jolts like a live wire as he falls apart beneath you. You sit up to take in the whole of him, your free palm slipping to the jut of his hip, fingertips splayed out and pressed heavy to anchor.

Pinned down and helpless, he trembles through the hot rush of his release, dick buried deep and pulsing as it all comes spilling out of him.

“That’s it, baby,” you coo. Your nails scratch lovingly against his skin to coax him out of it— taking such good care of your toy. His breath is punching out of his chest in these ragged, overwhelmed gasps, sweat glittering at his temples while he whimpers through the comedown. So fucking beautiful like this.

The hum of the vibrator rolls through you, strong enough with the change in angle that your eyes drop shut to focus on the feeling.

Jungkook whines when you circle your hips with him still tucked up inside of you— it’s a wrecked little noise, high and sweet, underscored by the thick squelch of his cum starting to leak back down his shaft. Your thighs tense just right from the filthy sound of it, and then it’s all throbbing velvet glow in your core as you clench up and come on his cock again.

“Fuuuuuck, bunny,” you groan up to the ceiling, your head tipped back as it washes over you. “God, yeah.”

You flick the vibrator off when it gets to be too much, let it go rolling down the mattress— the bedroom feels bigger for the silence. Sweat slicks at the back of your knees, warm spring breeze still licking through the window to flutter the sheer-gauze curtains.

You’re fluttering too, all over: the kick of your heartbeat, the breath stuttering out of your lungs. The throb of your cunt, split open and drooling out juice, messy-wet fresh fruit.

The sound of the bedsheets shifting has your lashes flickering open again, and there’s Jungkook. Dark hair fanned out on the pillow, wrists bound, and that look in his eyes. Like he can take a little more. Like he’s waiting for your cue. Like there’s this whole-heart want brimming up inside of him, making his blood run hot.

He’s still hard between your legs.

“Go on then,” you tell him. “Give me another one.”

With a concentrated growl, Jungkook flattens his feet to the bed, grips tighter to his restraints for leverage, and starts to pound up into you. You can feel an overstimulated shudder in the stroke of his hips, how his cockhead twitches, sensitive, as it rubs over your g-spot. But he doesn’t stop; doesn’t even lose his rhythm.

He fucks you like a machine, and it’s all you can do to brace your palms against his chest and tip forward, rocking yourself down to meet him thrust for thrust.

The harsh slap of body on body is almost enough to drown out the rest: your open-mouthed panting, Jungkook’s groan when your nails dig crescent moon slivers into his tan skin, the gravel edge to your words, “Yeah, like that, fuck me just like that.”

It takes you a second to notice, the sound buried beneath it all, but then it floats through— Jungkook’s sucking his breath in through his teeth now, his jaw tight. You can see the jump of a muscle working there.

“Does it hurt, baby?” you gasp, more air than voice.

Jungkook’s head drops back against the pillow, brow pinched from the focus of keeping his pace steady. He’s breathless, too, when he answers: “Feels good.”

“Feels good because it hurts, huh? Is that how you like it?”

A strangled noise tears out of his throat, and he shoves up even harder, like he wants to fuck you into the shape of him. You splay one hand over the column of his throat and watch his pretty brown eyes blink-blink back at you, and then you have to bury your moans in the crook of his neck as you come hard.

The world around you returns a little at a time. First, the tremble of your tired thighs, the dull ache that’s already started to bloom at the bend of your knees. Then, Jungkook’s body curved up against yours, hips still slow-rolling as you exhale in hot, jagged bursts against his skin. There’s the distinct drip of his cum sliding out of you, and all the sticky-wet places where it’s slicked up the swell of your ass.

“Shit,” you laugh when you manage to find the breath for it. “That was crazy.”

Jungkook shifts a little, but doesn’t respond, and then he makes this wet, soft gasp. You realize he’s shaking beneath you.

You sit up so fast the room spins; your tether is Jungkook’s face, cupped lovingly now between your palms.

“Oh, baby.”

A fat teardrop traces a path down his cheek. Another threatens the dark border of his lashes. He can’t wipe them away with his wrists tied up, but you can see him trying to hold back even as a sob shudders through him, his chest heaving.

“You okay, my love?” you murmur, swiping a thumb across his face. He sniffles, nods, hiccups a little. The tip of his nose is flushed pink. “Shoulda told me to stop, if it was too much.”

“It feels good,” he insists, and his voice cracks around the words. “It’s just a lot. But ‘m not— don’t wanna stop.”

“No? You sure?”

Jungkook sucks his lip ring into his mouth as he nods again, sniffs again. That sends a bolt of something through you.

“You’ve been so good to me,” you praise, and you tip your ass back until his softening cock slips out, smeared glossy-white with your shared release. Jungkook’s still wound-up, pulled so tight inside himself that he flinches when you slip a hand down to ease his legs apart, sliding lower on the bed to slot yourself between them.

“Can I take care of you, bun?” The question’s posed sweetly, chased with a flutter of your lashes and kisses dropped down on the flat plane of his abdomen. “I’ll be gentle.”

He whimpers— answers in the way his hips lift up to meet your mouth.

Your hands press flat to Jungkook’s broad thighs, and you can feel the overwhelmed static-shiver beneath your palms, little tremors that jolt through his muscles. Head dipped low, you drag your tongue up his length and it punches a thick sob out of him, hips stirring like he’s trying to crawl up the bed. But you just keep going, pin him down and make him take it, working broad flat stripes over the whole of his shaft, root to tip. Tasting him, salt and slick and your own heady flavor; you lick him clean.

Jungkook comes quietly this time, feet flexing restless on the bed as you tongue it all out of him. You swipe two fingers through the mess on his stomach and suck that up, too.

Humming around the digits in your mouth, you surface from between Jungkook’s legs to take him in: eyes closed, face wet with tears. You can see the rise and fall of his chest as he gasps for air, shaky, coming down from it.

“Alright baby,” you soothe, shifting up to straddle his chest, knees sinking into the sheets. “All done now, just breathe. Gonna untie you.”

Reaching up, you gently tug open the knot on one restraint, then the other, easing Jungkook’s limp arms to the mattress. Your thumbs find his wrists to massage soft love-circles in case he’s gone numb there, gently coaxing him back to earth.

“Did so good for me, bunny.”

There’s a whimper, and then Jungkook’s surging up to kiss you, forceful enough that you give a little hum of surprise against his lips.

His hands are all over you, all at once, tugging at your legs to drag them forward until you’re flat on your back on the mattress. Your sore thighs shake when he shoves them up and apart, and then a sharp buzz rolls right over the bud of your clit and you keen. Fuck, when did he even grab the vibrator?

“Wanna make you come again,” he pants, and you smile even as your spine arches off the bed. Of course. You should’ve known.

It’s Jungkook all over, you think, hyper-focused on your pleasure even when he’s out of commission, and then you feel the head of his cock push inside and you both gasp. Your cunt aches, so swollen that it’s like he’s stretching you out all over again when you take him to the hilt.

“Oh my god,” you breathe. Jungkook’s hips snap, punctuated by a strangled grunt of effort, but he keeps going, making soft little sweet-pain whines with every thrust, brow scrunched as he brute-forces his way well past overstimulation.

He’s still crying, you realize.

Tears roll down his face and drip onto your collarbone, and everything’s somehow hotter for it. His length is slick, painted in the stored-up remnants of his cum, and you can hear the squish of your folds at the base of his cock each time he fucks it all back into you, so dirty it makes your head spin.

“J-just like that, baby,” you groan, overwhelmed; you can barely get the words out. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Jungkook buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you can feel him shaking, dripping, still rabbiting his hips into you, and then the hum of pleasure reverberating through your body explodes. Your clit throbs with an orgasm that feels endless, dizzying, divine. Jungkook outright sobs as your walls pulse pulse pulse around him, begging for every last drop.

When it’s all too much, you swat at his hand, mumbling shapes that aren’t words until the vibrator’s switched off and tossed away. He pulls out with a thick wet sound and the hiss of his breath between his teeth.

Together, you come down slow. Exhaling staccato, limbs tangled, bodies flushed and sweat-sticking.

Jungkook moves first: flops onto the mattress next to you, entirely exhausted, the way you’ve seen him get after a particularly rough workout. Scrubs at his face with one hand, this shy laugh fluttering out of him. “Can’t believe I cried. Ah, so embarrassing.”

You turn onto your side, tugging his hand away so you can press a kiss to his open palm. “Don’t ask me why but… in the moment? Very hot, actually.” A flush colors his cheeks and you giggle. “My perfect little crybaby.”

He flashes you his signature cocky grin, eyes squeezing shut as it morphs into something nearer to a wince. “Fuck, I’m so sweaty.” A breathless gasp, again. “And my dick hurts. I think I came dry that last time.”

“Poor baby,” you coo, not quite sincere. “You really could’ve stopped at… what, three?”

Eyes closed and still smirking, he shakes his head, damp hair falling in his face. “No I couldn’t have— I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

“You certainly are.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts smut #bts x reader

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pupyuj · 2 months

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Quickie in the car with yuj in the most recent pics😁 baby girl doesn't care that someone's driving the two of you🙈 like Beyoncé once said☝️ driver roll up the partition please.

Baby just needs some good head after her hectic schedules and you being the best girlfriend will provide 😛

ehehudhshcj idk which anon this is i think they forgot to put their emoji in? 💔 but AHE I LIKE THIS ASK 😼😼 but i’m sorry this was a bit lacking i’m still tryna get back into it 😭💔

[cw: exhibitionism.]

tbh to me yujinnie feels like she’d have some class most of the time and keep her urges for until the two of you get back home but when she really, really needs you? yeah, all that ‘class’ is thrown out the window!! 🥰 one moment you’re chilling at the back of the car after a long day of activites and you’d think you were falling asleep but then yujin suddenly puts your hand on her crotch… and you’d whip your head so fast just to see yujin and those cute puppy eyes and that pout just begging for you to touch her 🥺🥺 baby doesn’t even have to say anything or say ‘please’—you were more than willing to comply, being the whore that you are for her 🫣

and then you were unzipping her pants, rubbing your palm on her bulge in a way that got her twitching… she shivers when your pretty, cold hand slides underneath her boxers and start jerking her off slowly, just to get her harder.. “(y/n)-ah, don’t tease…” ugh she was so eager that she’d hump against your hand slightly, not being able to help her desire for you :((

and you’re right anon! yujin wouldn’t care that somebody else was in the car—baby’s impatient enough to just grab you by the back of your head and shove your mouth down to her cock, your gagging and moaning only making her want you more 😵‍💫😵‍💫 she’s gripping your hair, pulling you up and then pushing you back down not letting you catch your breath at all bcs she needs to cum so bad ☹️

“j-just like that.. good..! good, baby…!” ugh she’d be so cute whining about how good she feels bcs of you 😣😣 yk she’d definitely pull your hair up so it wasn’t all over your face! plus she knew how much it turned you on whenever she tugs on it 😌 definitely has to cover up her mouth as she shoots her load down your throat 😭 but that muffled moan still sounds as sweet to your ears that you just have to swallow every single drop of her cum and give her tip a little kiss as you pull away from her cock 🥰

and i know she gets super clingy after cumming bcs after you get her all settled she’s cuddling up to your side and being cute! whispering all the things she’d do to you once the two of you get home 🫣🫣

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ghostsbaby · 7 months

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pairings: simon ghost riley x female reader

word count: update on comp

warnings: literally no plot, mostly just a little pussy eating tbh, cnc, somnophilia, female oral receiving

note: wrote this a bit ago with no plot really in mind but it turned into your favourite lieutenant sneaking into your bedroom and im sorry it’s short 🙈🖤

Settled at the foot of your bed lies a Ghost.

Fingers creeping up your sleeping body all snuggled under the soft blanket he was about to rip off.

Your bedroom window shouldn’t have been so inviting. The shadows sneaking within as his form crawled through while you slept soundly, not moving an ounce. Too easy.

You looked so beautiful in his view and he was about to ruin it. Not being able to help himself from peeling off your blanket to reveal that pretty pink nightgown that hugged your body.

Lifting lace, his face was met with an already aroused pussy from your exciting dream, lifting the bottom of his mask just above his mouth to get a sweet taste.

Ghost pressed soft hungry kisses to your mound, taking in your scent that filled his nose. God you smelled so divine and you must have been so caught in that dream.

A few soft licks made you whimper in your sleep, causing a growl to escape the lips of the uninvited beast in your bed.

His tongue lapped at your folds, mouth sucking against that beating bud that sent you deeper into the bed as you kept drifting on and off from your slumber. The Ghost at night waking your core as wetness coated the lips of something starving.

Tongue sliding inside your tight cunt like it was home, deeper until his nose was buried between, taking in your arousal drawn from him.

He loved how delicious you were, sweet pussy calling his name over and over like a lucid dream as you lay there so peacefully. The stalking of his eyes over your sleeping body, he knew what was going on in that pretty little head of yours the moment you twitched under his haunting gaze.

You pressed your thighs together like you were trying to hide it in your sleep, playing innocent to the monster inside him. Knew your cunt was speaking to him the way it was leaving a wet spot between those legs for him to take care of.

Ghost couldn’t get enough. Pulling his tongue to glide back up your folds, taking that sensitive bud and feathering his tongue lightly against it.

Your moaning soft and consistent, hands finally roaming to the feel of fabric at the top of his head.

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

You gasped, feeling the warmth of his breath against your swollen folds as he spoke, wondering just how long he’s been between your legs. You couldn’t muster a voice to respond, barely even awake despite the movements of your hands and the sounds filling the room.

He knew you woke the moment those delicate hands rushed to his balaclava, waiting for you to tug on it.

“Needy cunt I couldn’t wait.” His lips pressing kisses to your glistening core and admired how pretty it looked under the moonlight that crept in from the open window of your bedroom.

Stars danced above your heads while he brought himself closer, blankets and sheets scattered on the bed as he opened you up to devour more. He came in for one thing only.

“How’d you get in.” Your words shaking.

You still felt in a dream, like this wasn’t really happening. Like your Lieutenant didn’t just break into your room in the middle of the night and start drinking life from your cunt.

“Don’t think I can-“ whimpering making his ears perk.

“What’s that little bird, you wanna sing for me?” devilish smirk rising as your chest falls, breaking into a pant.

“I wanna cum.” your breathing shaky, knot tightening in your stomach when meeting his eyes while his tongue latched down to your pulsing cunt again.

His fingers brushing softly against your clit before one slipped around your aching hole. Pushing the index inside he let out a growl, listening to you purr like a kitten as his one digit became two, pussy stretching with them.

Hands clawed at his shoulder and the sheets of your bed while he brought you to see the stars, slowly starting to fall deeper as his tongue and finger couldn’t part with you until he released that aching spot.

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youatemylollipop · 11 months

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A smut with Mikey x fem reader please? I just read ur oneshot porcelain doll and got kinda horny tbh and just found myself wanting smth more explicit. 😏 U can ignore this if u want to, that’s completely alright! Also, I want it to be their first time? Like, it’s dark, sweet and consensual? 🙈 Reader missed Mikey and got so high and needy for him, but she isn't sober so Mikey decided not to go all the way with her and just satisfy her needs. 😳 Thank you! 🙏

A/N: I believe you are the one who made me horny.😳 Btw, you didn’t specify which Mikey you wanted it to be, so I kinda wrote about yakuza Mikey from the timeline where him and Takemichi hadn’t met yet.

Synopsis: Your boyfriend walks in on you masturbating. Nothing else to say, really.

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Characters: Sano Manjirō X Female Reader

⚠️ WARNING: Established relationship, first time, possessiveness, dark content, sort of, soft dom! Mikey, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f.receiving), fingering, drug use, Mikey uses angel and baby as petnames, MDNI!!

Word Count: 1.2K

As you breathed out, a cloud of smoke escaped your mouth, turning you into jelly. You didn’t know why, but suddenly a strange urge to slide your hand down your shorts and panties appeared as you thought of Manjirō. They way his long slender fingers would feel like, brushing over your oh so sensitive clit.

Your fingers are probably nothing compared to his, you think, but they will do for now. The feeling from the blunt does its magic as well, causing an unusual sensation of euphoria singing through your nerves. You simply continued to stroke yourself over your panties, hips jerking against your hands, whining Manjirō’s name with a timbre you didn’t know existed.

“Did you miss me this much baby? Miss me so much you couldn’t help but touch yourself at the thought of me?” Ah, and there he was in all his glory. His masculine frame leaning against the open door, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you with a wicked smirk.

You sat up as quick as lightning, removing your fingers from your needy little hole. A feeling of warmth spread across your cheeks, hands shielding your core as you did your best to hide yourself from his scrutinizing gaze. Toes curling as the male sauntered over to your vulnerable figure, leaning down to cup your now reddened cheek affectionately. “I asked you a question, angel.”

“Yes, but I didn't mean to-” The male hushed you, silencing you in one motion. He pushed you back down onto the mattress gently. Then he took the blunt from your grasp and made several puffs, while kneeling on the bed. There was no way he would leave his favorite girl all needy and desperate for his attention.

So Manjirō was quick to get into position, licking his lips as he removed your shorts and panties before laying between your open legs. Using his fingers to spread your swollen labia apart to see just how wet you had gotten for him. Then the blond scooped up your slick and spread it over your clit.

To him, your pussy is the prettiest little thing. Pillowy folds all wet—warm and sticky slick oozing from the center. The fat of your pussy lips felt so good when he cupped a hand over the mound. Your clit, all puffy, swollen, throbbing and oh so needy. Practically begging for him to touch it: like a siren, luring him into the depths of the ocean. Only for him to take and own however he wishes.

“Is my sweet little angel so needy she couldn’t wait till I got home?” He cooed mockingly, the tips of his fingers stroking your hole. A mischievous grin appeared on his handsome face as he leaned in to suck your clit before flicking it over.

A dizzy feeling evaded your senses as you were met with the sight of Manjirō between your legs. His arms are gripping onto your thighs while his head is buried between them. Busy making out with your pussy, sucking and licking it as if it was the greatest dessert he had ever tasted.

Your fingers curled into the bed sheets as you arched your back. Unable to speak as two of his long elegant fingers slid inside you. Oh, if only Manjirō knew how needy his girl was when high. It was such a pretty sight, but he had to be careful. Couldn’t let his dark impulses take over, since you were far too inexperienced to be able to handle it.

His girl was just too innocent and he had no other choice but to settle with satisfying her needs.

“What a pretty sight,” he murmured, rubbing two fingers over your folds, and gathering cream to your clit, the excess dribbling down the globes of your ass. He swallowed thickly. “Just look at it, [Name]-chin. Look what a mess your pussy has become.”

A startled and strangled cry escaped your lips at the sight of what was happening, causing him to stop and look up at you with a dark and lustful expression. That has you closing your thighs, but he tuts at you, snaking his hand to cup your cunt. “Hey, don’t be shy. It’s pretty—the prettiest.”

You wiggle and try to move away from him out of embarrassment, only for him to pull you back in and hold you down in place. Going back to gliding his tongue on your clit ever so slowly and gently, teasing you all the while staring into your glazed eyes, like a predator watching its prey.

He shifts his focus back to your pussy. Moving his face a little lower, his tongue starts to play with your hole, the wet muscle lapping at your essence and slithering its way into your tight little hole. Murmurs of how good you taste entering one ear and leaving the other.

He removes one hand from your thigh and brings it to play with your clit again, lightly pinching and rubbing it. Then he’s grinding his palm against it, the joints of his fingers getting all sticky and tacky with cum. He keeps grinding and grinding despite the noises of disapproval from you, despite the death grip of your plush thighs around his head, despite the frantic squirming of your hips against his face.

Soon at every swipe of his tongue and finger over your clit and clenching hole, a moan of pleasure escapes you. Manjirō’s tongue was sucking and licking over your clit, but only this time with more force. His hand taking care of your clenching hole, and considering just how wet you already were, he easily slipped two fingers in. You bite your lips to stop the moans, but it turned out to be futile as Manjirō worked wonders with his tongue and fingers.

However, just listening to you moaning was not enough for the ash blonde anymore. The male wanted to hear you scream in pleasure and come undone in his mouth. He wanted to feel your sweet honey like essence drip on his tongue. So he added another finger to your hole and started to fuck you even harder. Drilling them knuckle deep into you and curling them upwards to hit that precious spot of yours.

"Now, be a good girl and cum for me."

And as you finally cum, he focuses his hand in an angle that digs the heel of his palm over your clit. Your pussy throbs and twitches from overstimulation as you convulse. Back arching, eyes rolled back, mouth agape in a silent scream. Long legs twitching as you squirt your release like a broken fountain. Manjirō drinks up all that you give with great pleasure.

Your essence drips down from his chin as he raises his head and finally lets go of your legs. Your eyelids grow heavier by the second due to exhaustion from the earth shattering orgasm you just experienced. But right before you pass out, you hear him say something, and all you can do is nod your head at his question, a faint, satisfied smile grazing your lips.

"Did my sweet little angel enjoy her reward?"

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lokischocolatefountain · 1 year

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omg say no to me and salvation have me gagging… pretty please write more, i need hubby javi 🥵 ur amazing

I love that you liked hubby Javi! I like him a lot too. So, a little warning: I wrote this out sleep deprived and in a hurry so it’s going to be full of mistakes. 🙈 but I hope you like it. Wrote a little birthday themed thing for Javier Peña and his wife from this married Javi universe because it’s Pedrito’s birthday. Happy birthday to him and tbh fuck him (respectfully) for making me thirst over a fucking cop (on top of a merge mansion ad character I hate him).

Switch It Up

Fandom: Narcos

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 3.8k words

Summary: Javier Peña and his wife switch roles for his birthday

Javier Peña was a grown man. He was a federal agent working for the DEA in Columbia, he saw several horrors a day and had a goddamn gun tucked in the back of his jeans. He was a grown man with a whole wife to show for his age and maturity.

He should not be so bummed about a lonely birthday.

It was her fault really. Before her, he didn’t really do birthdays. His friends usually got him presents— the best whiskey they could afford and a trip to the strip club and paid for prostitutes. It was more for their sake than his own (though he couldn’t deny that he had fun). When it got serious with his now wife, he opted to forego the stripclub and the prostitutes because he had decided that it was no longer fun to sabotage the one good thing in his life. He’d exchanged the bachelor life fun for a perfect day off with her.

Every year brought something different; she was innovative that way. The first year, she woke him up at midnight with her lips around his dick and brought him the cake she baked from scratch. She blew him and he blew the candles. He hadn’t cut a cake in years. The last time was when his Ma was still alive. They ate the cake together, saved some for Steve and Connie and he ate her to thank her for being the perfect girlfriend.

Last year, she took him for an all expense paid trip to Medellín for a whole week. It was the most time he’d gotten away from work and the only time he spent in Medellín without chasing after pieces of shit. She had arranged for some mountain climbing shit because of his love for physical exertion. He chose instead to love her all week long for physical exertion. She complained about having brought her climbing gear for no reason, but that didn’t last long. It was a little hard to complain when you had a dick in your mouth.

He’d been thoroughly spoiled as a husband.

This year, he was all alone with a whiskey bottle from Steve and Connie, sloppy cheek kisses from little Olivia and a whole cake from his wife. He’d kept a sizable slice for himself and placed the rest in the break room for everyone to enjoy. Cake wasn’t as delicious with nobody to share it with.

Javi didn’t mean to be ungrateful. He knew she would’ve stayed behind if she could have. But her parents really needed her to help with the sale of her childhood home and he wasn’t going to act like a kid and ask her to stay because it was his birthday. It would’ve been silly.

“Jav! They found the guys. Carillo needs you in this address right fucking now,” said Steve, barelling into their office with a piece of paper in hand.

“Fucking finally,” he muttered, taking the paper with a scribbled address. He’d sat idly at work all day tackling their paperwork backlog while Steve was out there doing some real work.

The location was…strange. It was oddly quiet and there was no Carillo, no CNP guys. He had a choice to make— he could wait right there and keep an eye on the building and go in when the rest of the guys arrived. Or he could go in by himself. The second was extremely unwise. He would get told off by everyone from Noonan to his wife. If he didn’t get killed first.

Minutes passed by and he chose the latter option. He could handle Noonan. She didn’t approve of his actions, but she always understood. Gun tucked in the back of his jeans, he crept around the building. Once he’d found an open window, he slipped in, praying to the Gods he no longer believed in to keep him safe for another day.

Darkness suffocated his sight as he walked further into the building. The noise from outside the building grew dimmer and dimmer, eventually fading into the background. He crept like a cat, his shoes making nothing but the slightest whispers against the floor of the building. It had looked like a commercial building from the outside and if he remembered right, this place had once been a stripclub. Not one of the good ones for sure. It had to have shut down for a reason.

The place was littered with cardboard boxes, the contents of which he would explore had he not a mission in mind. Three of the most elusive hit men on Escobar’s payroll were hiding out somewhere in the building. The location was a bit too unusual for the men who had a record of gravitating towards luxury, but it wasn’t too out of place for them to have chosen a former strip club.

He spun in place when he heard a clatter behind him, his gun pointed in the direction of the sound and his heart beginning to beat faster. He took a few steps towards the source of the sound, wandering further into the building.

Click, click, click

High heels against wood? No, can’t be…

Nevertheless, he followed the sound.

Ahem

What the fuck…

Lights went up suddenly, illuminating the dark hall. The room had been swept clean with nothing but a chair in front of the stage. Under the bright lights above the stage glimmering a beautiful silver was a pole.

A voice cleared its throat again. When it finally spoke, it had a sultry tone to it.

“Agente Peña…”

No… It can’t be.

Click, click, click, click, click….

He saw the impractically high high heels first. Click, click, click against floors that were probably designed to amplify these sounds. The red of the shoes stopped to give way to white socks stretched tight around legs he would kill to throw over his shoulders. The socks mercifully, or mercilessly, stopped under bruised knees to expose full thighs he wanted to sink his nails into.

“Fuck me,” he muttered under his breath, earning the laughter of the woman on the stage.

“Your friends told me it was your birthday, Agente…”

“It is,” he said, tucking his gun away. Hands on his waist, he took slow steps towards her. He needed to see her up close, confirm that his mind wasn’t conjuring up the most salacious thoughts after having had to go without a good fuck for an entire week.

“Your friends seem annoyed, Agente… They say they miss the fun single Javi who they could take to strip clubs. Now, I’ve never met this fun Javi before, but god if you look like this when you’re not fun,” she said, using her index finger to point at him, “you must look hot as fuck when you’re fun.”

“This your way of telling me I’m usually boring, sweetheart?” He asked, taking a seat on the chair she’d set out for him in front of the stage. He made sure to spread his legs and lean back comfortably in his seat before he folded his arms behind his head.

She smiled her sweet shy smile that he was sure was responsible for landing him in this exact moment in his life. She bit down on her brightly painted lips and wrapped his hand around the pole before swinging around. Her hair was out of the tight pony she put it up in for work. As she twirled around the pole, her hair swung free, caressing the wind before resting on her shoulder and cascading down the crimson shirt she’d stolen from his cupboard.

“You’re going to do as I say if you want a good night, Agente…”

“Ah… That’s how it is?” He taunted, letting condescension slip into his voice. “Alright. As you command, sweet thing.”

“Good boy,” she purred, the sound going straight to his cock. Calm the fuck down, Peña. She hasn’t even begun yet.

“Hands behind your back,” she ordered, looking down at him imposingly from where she stood.

“Sorry, what?” He asked, blinking rapidly and tilting his head to take a good look at her. Habituated to her shy smiles and pleas to be taken and fucked throughout their time together, it wasn’t an understatement to say that he was shaken by her sudden assumption of the commanding role.

Her fingers glided up and down the pole and for the first time he noticed that her nails were done up all pretty with the brightest red nail polish there was. Fuck, she’d gone all out. “You fuckin’ heard me, Peña,” she snapped and took a few steps forward before dropping to her ass, gently like a caress against the surface. He didn’t even know she could move like that. She hopped off the stage and his heart caught in his throat as she got closer to him and he caught a whiff of her perfume in the air. She stopped when she was over him, her legs spread out on either side of him. Oh how he’d missed the scent enveloping him as he buried himself in her and threw her into a world of ecstasy. The soft moan that escaped his lips surprised even him.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” he breathed out, tracing a hand up her thigh only to be swatted away rudely. She grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks and digging her nails into his skin just enough to give him a taste of how she’d be piercing the skin on his back as he fucked her later that night. He’d make her keep those shoes on for sure.

“Jesus!” She swore, the scorching heat of her gaze beginning to burn him. “No manners. Is this how you treat dancers, Agent? Fuckin American, touching everything, acting entitled to every goddamn thing, not following a single rule… It’s about time someone taught you a lesson.”

“Well darling, if there’s one thing I’m entitled to, it’s you,” he teased, hoping to rile her up and make her look all adorable and hot with rage. The next thing he knew was a stinging pain on his cheek.

“Once more.”

She raised an eyebrow at him as she caressed the cheek she slapped. He swallowed, looked up at her and tried again, “Please, Ma’am. Once more.”

“Good boy,” she purred, her lips curling up in a smirk of satisfaction. Was this what she saw in him when she laid under him and took all that he had to give her for the night? Seeing her so confident in herself, feeling the sting of her authority on his cheek and sitting underneath her, he felt like he finally understood why liked this so much.

He had a feeling that as the night matured, he would only get a better understanding.

“Hands behind your back.”

Eyes still set on her, he moved his hands behind his back. Just like she’d ordered. She took a step back and he immediately missed her closeness, missed how she crowded over him and put him down in his place with just a stare. She slipped a hand into his jeans pocket and pulled out the leather pouch with the handcuffs. Once she retrieved what she’d wanted, she tossed the pouch over her shoulder. She circled him, their eyes still joined in the heated gaze of expectations. He leaned back on his chair, praying to the lord that he didn’t look absurd doing that. The last thing he wanted to do was make her laugh.

The cold metal of his cuffs nipped at his wrists and he attempted to pull his wrists in opposite directions, enjoying his own failure at achieving the freedoms he only half-heartedly sought. She placed her hands on his shoulders from her place behind him and descended lazily down to his eye-level.

“Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor. Disfruta del espectáculo,” she whispered before giving him a peck on the cheek. He attempted futilely to grab her so that he could kiss her properly, so that he could devour her lips and thank her for showing up for him.

There was music. It didn’t appear magically. She pressed a button on the cassette player he recognized from home before she walked up the stairs to the stage. Everything seemed torturously slow. Even the way she walked away from him looked to be designed as slow poison for him.

She descended gracefully to the floor and sat herself on her side, her back curved as she leaned back, her high-heel clad legs together with her left leg covering her right. She pushed her ass and tits out. She swept her leg out in a circle around herself, lifting it in the air as her right leg followed suit to make a semi circle. He caught a sparkle of something under his shirt that she wore as she exposed herself to him for a few seconds before she bent her knees and brought her legs back to where they started.

Javi drew in a sharp breath as she quickly got to her knees and twirled around again. This time, she let her right knee support her as she let the left kiss the smooth floors with the platforms of her shoes, back and forth, back and forth as his cock twitched in his pants. He would never forgive himself if he ended up jizzing in his pants seconds into her dance that she’d clearly put a lot of effort into.

Next thing he knew, she was upside down— fuckin’ hell— and spreading her legs, giving him a view of the little skirt and thongs she wore underneath as his shirt gave way to gravity and revealed her for him. She snapped her legs shut, as though punishing him for staring before she slid her legs over the floor and laid herself out flat, her delicious behind bouncing from her momentum. Spreading her knees apart, she rose from her position and let her hair flip around before she got up— how the fuck did she get up from that position??

Fuck!

He realized he’d said that out loud when she looked behind her shoulder and laughed before holding the pole, her fingers wrapping around it one by one. She stroked the goddamn thing up and down like she would his cock and fuck he’d be proud if he wasn’t so mad about being locked up with nothing to do but watch, to be a passive participant in her erotic torture of him.

She twirled and twirled a little more around the pole in many different ways. She moved effortlessly, dancing around the thing like it was no big deal. But he knew the strength it took to swing around a pole like that and look sexy as hell while at it. He knew how strong she was from the way she bent one leg around the pole and spun as she let the other draw a circle around her.

His thoughts, as scarce as they were with the sight in front of him, went off to a dreamland where he took advantage of all the flexibility she was displaying to bend her in every which way he wanted, to take her in all the ways he imagined. Sexier was the thought of her practicing this routine. Just for his sake. Just to do something special for him.

When she stepped away from the pole for a few seconds, Javi thought that was it. He was a fool. She stopped at the edge of the stage and looked down at him before she snapped the button of the shirt off, exposing just a bit of her cleavage. Eyes trained on his to derive sick joy from his torment, she snapped the buttons open one by one.

She was a sight.

Back to the pole, she held it like it was a part of her, letting the metal assist her as she closed her eyes and put herself on artistic display for him. He was one lucky man. He’d always known, but it bore repeating. He was lucky as fuck. She shed the shirt and he moaned as the action gave him more of her to see. He would never tire of seeing her body no matter how many times she took her clothes off for him be it to seduce him or simply take a shower.

Behind him, he struggled against his handcuffs, the metal digging into his skin and leaving marks for him to cover up the next morning.

He gasped as she climbed the thing like it was no big deal and wrapped herself around it. His heart jumped right out as her back arched backwards and he thought for a moment that she would fall. But she didn’t. Her legs were holding her in place around the pole. She brought herself back down, landing her shoes on the ground and pinning him with her gaze. She then took the strings wrapped around her waist and tugged, letting the barely-there skirt unfurl from around her.

His mouth was wide open in awe when she threw the sparkly black fabric at him. It covered his eyes for a fraction of a second as it hit him in the face before dropping down to his lap. He growled her name and cursed as his hips rose up from the chair in a desperate search for contact. Any contact. God, he’d even fuck his fist if she’d let him. But she ignored his plight, letting her starving husband continue starving as she moved torturously both on the pole and the floor in front of it.

When her bra came off—tossed in his direction again— he whimpered like a pathetic creature that was kicked by something much bigger and more powerful than he was. He was helpless and horny as fuck and enjoying it.

Perhaps because she’d decided to have mercy on him or just because her dance had ended, she hopped off the stage and stalked towards him like she was a hungry beast and he her latest game that she could wait to tear into.

“Please, Ma’am,” the honorific slipped out without him meaning to. “I need…please,” he begged, his voice shaky as he struggled to articulate what it was that he needed. He let out little mewls of desperation as he struggled to form words that weren’t ‘please or Ma’am’.

She bit down on her lip and tilted her head as she considered him. “Aww baby, it’s alright.”

“P-please,” he muttered, his worldly coming out airy.

She palmed him through his jeans and stroked him, her eyes twinkling as she regarded him in his struggle. His breaths grew fast with just the first touch. He pleaded repeatedly, calling her every sweet name in the dictionary- in two dictionaries of two languages, but she didn’t seem to want to free him. She was enjoying his helplessness too much.

She laughed and bent at the waist to look him eye-to-eye, “I got you so hard just dancing for you huh, Javier?”

He was no longer in control of any part of his body. It was all hers from the hairs on his head to the tips of his toes. They all danced to her beat, worshiped at her altar, awaited her command with bated breath and followed her to his own destruction. His lips, now hers, begged “Y-yes Ma’am. I w-want— please! Want to touch you. Tan bonita... Quiero que tú… Por favor, patróna—”

“You want to touch me?” She asked, raising a cruel eyebrow at him. “Really? What makes you think you deserve that, baby? What have you done to deserve me?”

“I’ll do anything. Anyth— any— fuck!” He whimpered as the world disappeared around him, leaving only a hazy vision of her leaning in front of him, her hand around him. He felt his underwear get wet from his embarrassingly quick release as he muttered a curse in regret.

She tipped his head back and pressed her lips to his, their tongues dancing around each other and their lips taking in as much as they could of the other. The few days of separation had really gotten to him and he was pleased to know that he wasn’t alone with the way she pushed for more from their kiss.

“‘M so sorry, baby. That was…I lasted longer as a teenager, believe me,” he explained himself, wanting to hide himself away yet willing to show her all of him. All his embarrassment and sexual failures and his genuine feeling of regret over the way he ended the night.

She laughed softly, not in mockery but with her love. He could always feel her love.

“It’s okay, mi amor. Nothing to apologize for. You’ve made me cum with less, I swear,” she said, draping herself across his lap and cradling his face in her hand. She kissed him on the cheek and then the other and then his forehead. “Happy birthday, Javi.”

He smiled, no grinned, at her as he felt his heart fill up with gratitude for her. “I can’t believe you came back from stateside just for this.”

“About that…” she trailed, her index finger reaching out and playing with his mustache. “I never left.”

“What!?”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling sheepishly.

“You’ve been gone for three days!”

“I was at my friend’s.”

“Your parents called and said you reached home safely!” He exclaimed. How deep was this plot!? Who were all in on it? And what kind of a fool was he to not notice a thing. He should’ve asked her parents to give her the phone! He should’ve checked and caught them in the lie.

“I asked them—”

“You asked them to lie for you to give me a sex present for my birthday?”

“Nooo! Well, not like that! I didn’t call them and ask them to lie to you because I wanted to give you a fucking pole dance- strip show thing for your birthday. I just made something up. My god, Javi!” She huffed, shoving at his chest lightly.

“Wait! And Steve. FUCKIN STEVE! What did you tell HIM?”

“Don’t worry, your dignity is safe with me. Didn’t tell him I was gonna restrain you and make you call me Ma’am and oh, what else was it? Patróna?” She teased, smiling as she played with his hair.

“Si, Patróna,” he retorted right back, making her smile transform into a gasp and her eyes turn wide.

“Shut up,” she mumbled as she got off his lap and reached behind him. She uncuffed him and he was immediately upon her. She yelped as he pulled her into his lap, giggling as he pressed kisses all over her face.

“Javi, stooop!” She whined but leaned in closer and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Gonna take you back home, baby. Need to do this right,” he mumbled into her hair.

“Oh? Do it right? You gonna hold me down and fuck me hard, Agente Peña?” She asked as he took his leather jacket off of himself. Finding her clothes would take too much time and he was not willing to spend his previous time with her after being deceived into separation.

“Pfft, no! You, my darling wife, are going to hold me down and take what you want,” he declared, excited to lean back and let her do the work for that night. And perhaps other nights when he needed her to take over and take guide him though it. It wasn’t something he thought he would like, but with her, every day was a surprise and he discovered new things about himself even after so many years alive.

Wrapped up in his jacket, she let him carry her to his jeep and he drove her home, a happy and grateful man.

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historianthesecond · 9 months

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Hello ^^ I hope you're doing alright c: I would rlly rlly love if you could do a fic with (dad) Nikolai maybe, and a f!reader that is an artist? Perhaps she draws or paints on her free time hehe

Thanks!

Hi! I'm doing well, thank you :3 I wish you're okay too, Anon And sure thing! I did something jkhjfjkf, I hope you like it ✨

Also I swear I'm working on the ongoing fics 🙈🙈 sorry for being like this it'll happen again

Masterpiece

Nikolai Lantsov x Fem!Reader---2.3K----SFW

Summary: Nikolai visits your atelier to see the latest painting you're working on.

Tags: Established Relationship| Domestic Fluff| Very much plotless fluff tbh| I did put a baby in there so watch out

Bouquet in hand, Nikolai thought he was silent enough while entering the queen’s atelier.

His boots were muffled by the carpet dotted with painting stains through the years, the wind moved the branches of the cherry trees outside, carrying a sweet essence of summer and growth.

Your soft hums flooded the still room, lulling your firstborn, Prince Dominik, his tiny figure laid on the automated rocking crib that Nikolai had still to improve with the way it squeaked when the baby grabbed the bars during his first attempts to sit all by himself.

But it seemed Nikolai wasn’t that good at sneaking around anymore, because he was barely closing the door as slowly as he could manage to not startle you on your diligent work, when he heard the excited gurgle of his baby, a tiny hand reaching upward as the other one was busy grabbing the fox plushie Nikolai had proudly commissioned to a toymaker in one of his business trips to Os Kervo.

You turned your stool, palette cradled on your hands, a brush hovering midair dangerously close to the canvas.

“Oh! Hi,” you said, leaving the brush aside to quickly stand up, your figure so conveniently covering the painting. With your hands clasped together, he could read that his surprise had worked to get you all flustered and shy.

Nikolai had always tried to sneak around when you were painting, even when you were embarrassed by the enthralled gaze he'd sent your way as if you'd been crafting stars and galaxies instead of just mixing colors together to paint landscapes and people.

In those times, Nikolai had wished to be better at artistic activities besides his mastery of storytelling. He loved the way how the little prince giggled, legs kicking happily as he switched his voice’s tone to match the characters in the pop-up books; and how you snuggled closer to his side, gaze glued to his face as if somehow, he could be much more marvelous than the story he was narrating.

He wanted to paint you like this, with your back relaxed and a beam so delighted that made your eyes squint, the golden light of summer days bathing you in a heavenly sight around your ivory and deep green dress that made you look like a fairy. Nikolai made a note to thank the seamstresses to help you customize your old summer dresses with new cuts and additions after his baby's birth.

It made you feel more like your old self at the same time your mind accepting your new role as a mother, just as you slowly took on your place as a ruler.

"I didn't mean to interrupt, my love," he said, finding himself sheepishly handing you a tiny bouquet he had picked from the garden on his way to his workshop. “I missed my two stars, so I thought about visiting.”

You smiled, hugging him by the waist to pull him close enough to steal a kiss. “They’re so pretty,” you said, looking at the tulips and carnations between your hands.

He caressed your cheek with his thumb. “They must have tried to imitate the queen’s beauty at the best of their capacity.”

"You're so cheesy," you said, and he felt the warmth of his cheek increase under his touch when you put the flowers in an empty vase you’d used to practice your still lives.

“Glad I haven’t lost my charm.” He winked at you, turning to greet his child. “Hi there, little pup,” he cooed, quickly picking Dominik up, the familiar weight of the baby against his chest. “How is it that you grow so much every day, hmm?” The little prince smiled, showing him a toothless grin, though Nikolai could see the baby’s gums starting to swell. “I will get you a teething ring for you to chew tomorrow, little one.”

Dominik gurgled, hands bouncing up and down against his arm.

“Now, why don’t we see what mommy is doing?” Nikolai muttered, turning to look at the canvas and the table tucked in a corner of the room, in a perfect distance and light from the windows.

You were standing between him and the painting, your overall open so Nikolai couldn’t see the work quite yet, eyes averting his.

“How come you’re hiding something from me,” Nikolai joked, his voice tinted with fake hurt, trying his best to send you his best puppy stare. “When your husband has shown you his bare soul.”

"Oh, you mean on the honeymoon?" You answered because you couldn't help it. You pretended to frown; lips pressed in a line to stifle your growing smile. “I can’t show you because it’s not finished.”

“Let me tell you that if my pup weren’t here, I would’ve answered about that honeymoon of yours,” Nikolai said in a mutter. “But we’ll talk later about that. For now, I’ll settle with saying that it’s not fair because the pup has already seen it.” Nikolai looked down at the baby, swaying him gently. “What do you say, little one? Do you like it? You must have such a refined taste already," he added, seeing how the baby tried to grab his father's rings to inspect them closer to his mouth. “My little magpie, aren’t you?”

“You’re just too curious for your own good,” you nagged at Nikolai, allowing him to take one of your hands, his fingers poking the spots where some drips of paint had fallen as you worked. A hand gently took yours toward his lips, where he kissed each fingertip. "Hmm… are you trying to convince me?"

“Is it working?” he asked, eyes twinkling with the same mischief you’d seen in your child’s gaze as he grabbed one extra handful of carrot cake from your plate this very morning.

“No,” you said, and Nikolai changed his strategy to tickle your sides, grinning at seeing your figure wiggling around, careful not to topple over the canvas behind you. “W-wait! That’s cheating!”

"It's a strategical move, my lovely," Nikolai chuckled, hearing Dominik laugh copying yours. "But can you blame me? Your work is always as breathtaking as yours."

You huffed, feeling your cheeks hot despite all the years you'd been hearing him throwing compliments at you as if he were still wooing you. His hand on your hip moved you aside slightly, letting him peek at the canvas.

Eyes drawn to each careful brushstroke that could tell so much without having a word on it, soft taps and gentle sways of painting overlayed in an uneven texture Nikolai sometimes had the urge of touching. Each one of them built the image of how you had imprinted him inside your heart; with bright eyes and a soft smile, hair perfectly accommodated except for some curls that had started to fall on his brow, without the royal badge. Only him.

He liked this view of himself, the closest he could share with someone besides the royal persona he had crafted ever since returning from his life as Sturmhond.

That’s why Nikolai had taken several of your paintings to put them around the places he spent more time in, as a reminder of who he really is. His office, with the double of both of you portrait you helped the court painter to finish when he hurt his hand in a horse race, with the both of you side to side, dressed in your wedding attire. Another one in the meeting room, a portrait of him during his coronation—seemingly egotistical, with a deeper meaning embedded in each brush stroke that he did not wish to share with many people.

His favorite was a self-portrait of you, with loose, free strokes of painting and barely any sketch underneath. You were smiling, with a hand against your cheek, elbow propelled over a desk. You had painted it when you were still unmarried, and Nikolai had to ask you for that painting as a wedding gift. By that point, you were incapable of telling him no, even if part of you still felt slightly embarrassed by the place of honor your self-portrait had on his chambers aboard the Volkvolny, right in front of his bed.

“So you can be with me every night,” Nikolai simply said when you asked him about it, on your way to your honeymoon.

“I don’t want to imagine what my poor painting had seen in this chamber,” you said before thinking, which made him burst out laughing.

“You have a very dirty mind, my queen,” he muttered with a knowing smile, his hands pulling you toward the bed.

The one you were working on right now was to celebrate his upcoming birthday. Another portrait of himself in casual clothes, with Dominik sitting on his lap as both father and child gazed at each other in awe, eyes sparkling with love and curved lips in the purest expression of joy. You had to try and capture such a moment, quickly sketching in the far end of your accounting book—and you had done so.

Nikolai held his baby tighter at seeing the painting, feeling his heart melt at the realization that his hands were already used to carrying Dominik that way, he was so used to being a father that he hadn't stopped to consider how it would look, such class of love pouring out of him every time he got to hold the little prince.

"I have to say this is your best piece yet, my love," he said in a faint breath, feeling a knot on his throat he tried to clear. “You managed to picture me all fatherly and handsome.”

You chuckled, wiping the painting off your hands with a wet towel to brush away the messy locks of hair off the baby’s forehead. “You say that as if you’re not always handsome.”

He clicked his tongue, amusement dripping from his tone. “Ah, yes. My bad. Sometimes my wife doesn’t say it that often, so I tend to forget.”

“Your subjects say it every time they see you printed on the money,” you muttered. “I can’t risk stroking your ego too much.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” Nikolai teased, stepping as close to you as he could with the baby against his chest. Dominik looked up at you, trying to grab the myriad of dry-painted stains in your overalls. “Don’t you worry, my sweet, my heart is only yours.” Nikolai kissed the baby’s head. “And yours, of course, little pup.”

You tried to stare at him. “I said it because if you get too cocky, you’ll get misbehaved, and if you get misbehaved, you’re going to teach Dominik your ways.”

He laughed, making the baby in his arms giggle along. "I couldn't dream my lovely queen won't scold me if I ever overstep,” he said, eyebrows arched to accompany his teasing.

“Hmm,” you said with a soft smile, slipping out your work clothes. “And what do you plan to do now, Your Majesty?”

“I thought about reading a book here while my pup takes a nap. Maybe we can be your models again,” he added with a smirk. “We know who your favorite subjects are, after all.”

You helped him settle on the couch, moving the cushions away to make space for the both of you. “You want to read a book with me in here?” you said with a chuckle. “I thought you get distracted too easily?”

Nikolai nodded. “I will have to focus very hard not to be distracted by my stunning wife, but it’ll be worth the effort.”

You smiled, leaning against his side so he could embrace you with his free arm. “You better not distract me too, because I have to finish the painting today, or else it won’t dry for your birthday party.”

He kissed the top of your head. “If I weren’t holding him, I would have dared to disobey you, my queen.” Nikolai looked deep into your eyes, gaze sweeping down to your lips as by custom. “Because there’s no need for a present—you had already given me the best gift that could ever exist.”

Your eyes went down to the baby that was starting to doze off, eyelids heavy as his head rested against Nikolai’s arm.

He followed your gaze, a gentle smile drawn on his face, every word muttered so close to your ear that his breath moved some tiny locks of hair there. "I'm referring to your love because without it none of this would've happened." Nikolai leaned in to kiss your lips, a gentle caress that poured all the adoration he felt for you, one of his hands cupped your waist as the other cradled the beautiful masterpiece that was the product of such shared devotion. “I love you so much, my sun. Words can’t properly describe it.”

You cradled his cheeks with your hands. “I love you, too, and I hope you can see it in my paintings, but you can’t use the pet name I’ve given you for myself.”

Nikolai kissed your lips. It was still just a peck, but he lingered, tasting the remnants of apple juice you’d been drinking. “My sunflower,” he corrected, which earned him a kiss, a real one this time, because baby Dominik had fallen asleep between his father’s arms as he usually did every night. “My queen. My love.”

You folded your legs next to your body, to propel yourself closer to him, your head against his shoulder, one of your hands woven with the one that had you embraced. “I think you’re wrong in one thing,” you said after a while, hearing the deep mix of rhythmical breathings of both your husband and your child.

He looked at you from the corner of his eye. “A very bold statement.”

You nudged his arm with your hand, softly enough not to wake up Dominik. “I think my best masterpiece is right there,” you whispered, your hand hovering over the messy locks of hair swirling atop his baby’s head.

Nikolai kissed your forehead, and you could feel the outline of his smirk. “Ah, but he’s more of a collaboration, don’t you think?” You gazed up at him, head tilted to meet his lips midway. “Still, I’m curious of knowing how our next masterpiece would be,” he commented, his tone non-committal.

You laughed silently, your giggles muffled by his kisses. “Me too.”

#nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone x you #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lanstov x you #nikolai lantsov imagine #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction

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zzzzzestforlife · 4 months

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day 2 of 12 // pick yourself up (and start all over again) 🧸☕🍡

today's accomplishments: Going Seventeen re-runs / journal / warm-up + workout / Japanese lesson (2x) / Chinese lesson / Korean lesson / read Howl's Moving Castle / meditate

i'm dreading tomorrow, but that just means i need things to look forward to ☺️ so here's the plan! 🌷

journal — i really want to get back to journaling first thing in the morning but i also like sleeping in...

warm-up + workout — i'm going to try to break my running record again because i've been stagnant at 4 minutes max for a while now

Japanese lesson (2x) — 私は本を読みますと音楽聴きます (i read a book and listen to music) it's very simple, but i didn't know it before, so i'm very excited with my progress!!

Chinese lesson — 我真的要新字 (i really need/want new words)

Korean lesson — i need to work on my grammar more, but i also want new words, but i can only focus properly on one thing at a time :p

read Howl's Moving Castle — i really, really love it so far!! as the eldest of many siblings i relate to sophie so much!! why have i not read this book sooner??

watch Yuri on Ice — @megumi-fm i might be addicted and it's all your fault 😂 i have to know if he wins the Grand Prix and if Victor stays (and in theory i'm also learning Japanese idk, lol)

meditate — i can meditate for maybe 1 minute if interesting music is playing, so i want to listen to more taemin as i've been meaning to listen to his whole album since @nelyastudies recommended it to me... ages ago 🙈

whew, i feel better about facing tomorrow now 🥰 また明日! (see you tomorrow!) 💕

한국어

일어나 (하고 시작 다시) 🧸☕🍡

내일이 와고 싶지 않아, 근데 그냥 좋아 것들 있어야 하고 나서 기대하고 ☺️ 그래서, 이거는 그 계획! 🌷

일기

운동

일본어 공부 두개

중국어 공부

한국어 공부

책은 읽다

아니메 봐요

명상

와아, 지금 난 내일로 더 좋운할게 생각해 🥰 안녕! 💕

中文

醒来 (和开始再次) 🧸☕🍡

明天来了我不想，但是只是需要有好的东西所以我可以期待 ☺️ 所以这个是计划！🌷

日记

锻炼

两个日语学

中文学

韩语学

读书

看anime

冥想

哇啊，现在我觉得明天会多好了 🥰 再现！💕

💌 translating notes: i don't have time to translate everything today unfortunately, but i still learned a couple of new words and reviewed some that i forgot, which are the important things! i feel like my grammar is a hot mess again though, so if you're reading this and know what i'm doing wrong please, please tell me because i just feel so confused 🙈🙏🙇‍♀️

p.s. help, i've never been bias-wrecked so hard before and he's not even doing anything 😭 (tbh this was a long time coming but still. not. emotionally. prepared. to. deal. with. HIM. 😭)

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monstaxdirtywonk · 9 months

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Astrology observations pt. 1

💙 I am a Scorpio dominant person and my bestie is a Taurus one and I'm always very curious about the scorpio-taurus axis because she's my best friend and I think those two signs are opossites with more similarities than differences tbh. Both of us need stability and security but it's a bit different I feel like. Usually I get attached emotionally to people and places and I have a hard time letting go because of that. Meanwhile she gets attached to things or people because she feels secure and she likes her routine (ofc she is emotionally attached to some too but nor as often as in my case) and doesn't like to disturb the loop she knows well.

💙 people with Gemini placements talk a lot and they have a wide range of interests to talk about too but (when they lack water placements usually) find it hard to talk about their feelings.

💙 I've noticed people with libra placements (when evolved ofc because all zodiac signs have their immature version) are there for others so much but find it hard to ask for help and support. Please check on your Libra friends, they might need you.

💙 I think one of the biggest simps of the zodiacs are Leo's. If a Leo loves you, you're very lucky!

💙 Those that have negative aspects (square, opossition) between Neptune and Venus should be very careful to see a potential partner or their relationship as a whole for what it is an not what it COULD be because we might never get to that point.

💙I've met many people with Scorpio Venus (myself included) that don't fit the hypersexual stereotype about the sign. They rather need an emotional bond before getting sexual with someone and that's because it's a water sign (emotional) and fixed (a stable established relationship).

💙On the other hand I think Mars in Scorpio is more likely to exhibit that stereotype 🙈

For birth chart readings (5-10 usd DM me)

#astrology #astrology observations #scorpio #scorpio venus #scorpio mars #taurus #libra #gemini #leo

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 1 year

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angst for pic 5 🙈

Another AU but this one is Brother's Best Friend and tbh real sad, sorry i cried writing it 😓 the girls that get it, get it.

You'd had a crush on Harry for as long as you could remember. Practically ever since he came into your life at the age of 14. He was 2 years older, like your brother, so you knew he didn't mind you in the slightest. You guys never really talked one-on-one until he came into your job one day and informed you that he now worked in a building just down the street and his coworkers had recommended he get his coffee from the shop you worked at. So you started to see a lot more of him, almost daily. At first you'd just talk about your brother and how he was hard at work at the law firm he had been hired at, but soon it started becoming more about yourselves and well, it definitely rekindled your crush on him.

You were still in university and well, he'd just entered the workforce and so you figured that maybe he could help you get a better job where he worked. You liked the coffee shop and your coworkers were fun, but you could really afford to get paid better since you planned on moving out of the dorms with your best friends, Natalie and Mandy, during the summer. Neither of you wanted to be holed up in the dorm for your final year of university. You were nervous to ask him, but of course, he was really cool about it and told you he'd ask around. Sure enough, there was an administrative assistant position open for the floor manager and you applied and interviewed as soon as possible. You'd done some secretarial work in the past and well your previous employers gave you glowing recommendations and you were hired.

Harry obviously sort of took you under his wing. He introduce you to his friends at work, and not as his best friend's little sister, by your name and telling them that you were his "good friend" which made you feel good. Like he was starting to take you seriously. And you guys even started bringing each other lunch, going out after work when you didn't have class whether it be with your work friends or with your friends... he would obviously flirt with you, but you tried not to let it get to your head because he flirted with everyone.

This went on for months and one day Harry was dropping you off at your flat and before you could get out of his car he just leaned in and kissed you. It caught you completely off guard and he apologized incessantly as he pulled away, but when you gathered your frazzled self you grabbed his face and kissed him back. You spent close to 15 minutes making out heatedly. You only stopped because the security guard came to tap on his window because the glass was all fogged up. You guys died laughing from embarrassment, but you didn't care, he had kissed you first and you had kissed him back...maybe he liked you like you liked him.

It had been 2 months since that night and you hadn't kissed again. He hadn't even made a move on you. You figured it had something to do with your brother or him feeling weird about having known you your whole life basically. But he still asked about your plans all the time, he came over to your flat to hang out with you and your friends, he'd still go out with you guys...and you just thought that maybe he just needed a bit of time to really solidify his feelings for you. You had told your best friends/roommates about the steamy kiss when it happened, so they knew that you were interested in him and they'd ask for updates, see how things were going and well, there hadn't been any progress from the usual stuff. When your friend Mandy suggested that you invite him to her birthday party to see if that would push him to make a move you decided to take her advice.

You had no idea why you were so nervous about asking him something so simple, but you were. Your palms were sweaty as you made your way over to his office with his coffee order from the shop down the street.

"Coffee's here!" you said to him as you peeked into his door and he glanced up from his computer screen and smiled at you.

"Life saver!" he hummed as you set the large paper cup on his desk, "You didn't have to get me the bigger one." he assured you.

"S'alright, the manager is still cool with me so she charges me for the mediums but "makes the wrong amount" and then gives me the larges." you explained to him and he chuckled.

"Well, in that case...keep that relationship going strong. I really needed this, m'knackered today." he said, "Went to this like midnight garden walk thing and I didn't know it was like a 4 hour thing." He chuckled as he took a drink of his coffee and your eyes widened.

"Oh, no way! Natalie went to that too! Well, she stayed over her friend's house though cause they lived close or something." you explained and Harry suddenly choked on his coffee. He started coughing loudly and reached for his water jug and chugged some down to clear the discomfort from his throat, "Are you OK?" you asked him and he nodded with watery eyes.

"Yeah it just went down the wrong pipe and it's hot so I just...nearly died." he coughed again, "Is there a giant hole where my esophagus is?" he asked you jokingly, craning his neck up and you chuckled.

"No. I think you'll live." you said and he smiled, "Oh so ummm, we're having a little birthday party for Mandy on Saturday night if you want to come?" you asked casually, feeling quite proud of yourself for your delivery.

"Oh really?" he asked and you nodded. He was acting a little strange, but you couldn't figure out what it was, he seemed a little nervous and it made you nervous to think that you might be making him nervous.

"Ummm, yeah."

"Well, yeah thanks for inviting me. Count me in." he said with a smile and you nodded.

"Cool. Starts at 7:30 and ends sometime the next morning." you said with a mischievous little glint in your eyes and he chuckled.

"Sounds like a fun time."

"Yeah. So ummm, yeah...I'll see you there. And are we still on for drinks with everyone tomorrow?"

"Oh, about that, I actually had something come up. Just a plan I had made before that I forgot about." he over explained and you looked at him oddly, "So ummm, I'm gonna have to skip out on that. Sorry., leaving you ride-less." he said and you shrugged.

"OK, that's alright. I'm sure someone else won't mind dropping me off at home." you assured him.

"Alright. See you Saturday then."

"Or later...for lunch?" you said and he chuckled.

"Right, right." he said and shook his head.

"Sleep deprivation is a bitch, I get it." you assured and he chuckled before you headed back to your desk.

For the next few days Harry continued acting flighty and nervous which you'd come to understand was quite unusual for him. It was kind of stressing you out and making you wonder what on earth was going on with him. You figured you'd be able to address it on Saturday when he was a bit more relaxed. And hopefully be able to address that tension that was brewing between you two.

On the day of the party you did yourself up just a bit more. Not enough to outshine Mandy, but just enough to feel more confident about yourself. And well, the three of you looked great! You took cute pictures with Mandy and Nat before guests started arriving and then tended to some last minute details before you'd head on up to the roof. They had made it into a little patio type of thing that you could reserve. It just made sense to be there because the weather had been really kind to you and you also wouldn't be bothering your neighbors with the music or noise. You literally kept your eyes peeled for Harry, who arrived about an hour after the party started.

"Look who I found!" Natalie said as she came up to you and Mandy with a bag of ice in her hands and Harry trailed behind her with his signature boy-ish smile, carrying another bag of ice.

"Hey!" Mandy greeted him first, "Thank you for coming!"

"Happy birthday!" he greeted her happily, "You look beautiful! Thanks for inviting me." he said happily and Mandy smiled.

"Awww thanks, Harry. And well love that you're here but ...I think that Y/N actually invited you, so....I'll take this." she said walking up to him and grabbing the bag of ice from him and glancing to Natalie, "We should go get these in the coolers, Nat." she said and Natalie glanced between you and Harry with a smile before following after Mandy. You were probably red in the face, you could feel that your ears were burning up...Mandy was not subtle by any means.

"I'm sorry about that."

"It's alright." he chuckled as he looked away from you timidly for a moment and then meeting your eyes again, "You look beautiful too. You all do." he added in at the end and you chuckled. He was nervous again and it was stressing you out.

"What's going on with you lately?" you asked him and he looked at you completely perplexed.

"What do you mean?" he asked you and you sighed.

"You've just been acting really weird with me and I don't know if I did something wrong? Or maybe I did something right? Or maybe it's nothing to do with me. Maybe it's just a you thing...or-"

"No, it's not you, but I think we do need to talk about something." he said to you and your heart started pounding.

"Oh, OK....ummm, now?" you asked and he sighed.

"Ummm, do you want to talk about this now?" he asked and you shrugged.

"Your news, you decide." you said and he nodded.

"Right...ummm...we should probably find somewhere a little more private to talk." he suggested and you smiled and nodded. You both headed to the elevator and slipped inside silently. You stole a few glances of each other and then got off on your floor.

"Figure this is the most private it can get." you said as you pulled your keys from the pocket conveniently sewn into your dress and he smiled and nodded.

You felt tingly all over and your heart was pounding harder and harder as the anticipation built. You let him in first and he stepped inside and you followed, turning around and just locking the door out of habit, but when you turned around he was still waiting a few steps behind you. As your eyes met nervously for a few seconds you decided to just bite the bullet. You went up to him and grabbed his jaw and surged forward, eye fluttering closed as you connected your lips to his own. You felt his hands grab your face gently and he kissed you back once before he sighed.

"Wait, wait, wait." he mumbled against your mouth, "I actually do need to tell you something." he said and you sighed as you reared back to make enough space between you so that you could look into his eyes.

"Sorry..." you smiled softly with a bashful look in your eyes and he bit his lip for a moment, he looked nervous again. This was it. You were just anxious to hear him say the words...

"Don't be....you're a great kisser." he said nervously and you smiled as he shook his head, mentally beating himself up for even saying that. Yes, it was the truth, he really liked how you kissed, but that's not what he had wanted to tell you, "Umm...it's just that I uh...I've been seeing someone for a bit of time..." he explained and your smile faded immediately.

"Oh my god... and I just kissed you! And made you a cheater!" you groaned in embarrassment as you freed yourself from his hold and turned around feeling like an absolutely idiot.

"Hey, you didn't know!" he said, "That's why I wanted to tell you. Because...you obviously have feelings f-"

"You don't need to say it, Harry." you groaned, still refusing to look at him. You felt so embarrassed and stupid for assuming...for thinking that he could like you back. Just because you kissed before that didn't mean he liked you. How stupid and childish could you be.

"OK, but there's m-" he stopped talking when you turned around and rushed around him and down the hall to your bedroom, "Y/N!" he followed after you and you just rushed inside your room and closed the door, locking it promptly and exhaling shakily as you felt your tears start to blur your vision.

"I get it, Harry!" you said through the door when you heard him knock a few times.

"But I still need to-"

"I can't do this right now!" you groaned, trying to hide the sound of your voice cracking as your tears started to flow.

"Y/N, please, I just need another moment..."

"I can't." you said through the door, "It's fine. We're good." you assured him and he sighed, "Please just go. I need...some time to just...get over my mortification." you said through your tears. Quietly taking in a deep breath to hold in your impending sob.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." he said, "Do you want me to wait for you or-"

"No, no, no....just head on up. I'll be there in a few minutes." you assured and listened closely to hear him walk out of your flat.

As soon as you heard the front door close you broke down. Of course someone like him had someone already. You felt so fucking idiotic and ridiculous for thinking that you'd ever have a chance with him. As much as you wanted to just stay locked in here for the next 48 hours you couldn't do that to Mandy, you needed to power through. So you went into the kitchen and grabbed your hidden whiskey bottle and took two shots before making yourself a generously dosed mixed drink with the opened can of coca-cola Mandy had left on the counter earlier. You removed all of your make up, washed with cold water and quickly started to reapply it again. It was really insane to you how if you were pressed for time you could do your makeup perfectly in about 15 minutes, but if time weren't an issue you could take up to three hours if you wanted. You hadn't eaten, so the alcohol was getting to you and you just giggled before you felt like crying again and you groaned as you leaned forward and dabbed at your waterline a few times to soak up the tears. After taking one more shot you headed back upstairs. You were sufficiently tipsy and numb enough to not think about what had transpired minutes before. You had dodged Harry for the rest of the night and the more you drank with your friends the more you forgot. That's what you needed to do...forget.

*****

When you woke up the next morning in your bed, still in your party dress you felt icky. You thankfully weren't too hung over since you hadn't mixed your liquors, also a perk of being a young adult. But as you glanced to the side and saw the balled up tissues on your nightstand smeared with your eye make up you remembered why you had decided to go off the rails like that.

Your heart weighed heavily again with pain and the long-lasting sting of rejection. You thought of Harry...and how he had looked at you with so much pity. You hated that look he gave you, like you were a wounded animal. And well, you weren't angry at him...how could you be? If he didn't like you, he didn't like you. There was no crime in that. More than that, you felt guilty for just kissing him without even asking...now he'd probably have to tell his partner about it and they'd likely make him stay away from you and it would make everything awkward since you worked together now...of course you started to cry again. You needed a cuddle and big hug from your friends. You got yourself out of bed and got out of your dress and into some sweats and a t-shirt before you stepped out into the hall.

Nat was a light sleeper and never fussy in the mornings, so you'd go cry to her about this. You didn't even bother wiping your tears as you gave her two warning knocks and then twisted her door open.

"Nat, I majorly fucked up with Harry and I just-" you stopped talking abruptly when you saw Harry's body wrapped around Nat's. Your heart sank even further in your chest and you felt sick to your stomach. Natalie stirred and blinked her eyes open slowly but as soon as she registered it was you she shot straight up.

"Y/N!" she exclaimed in shock at you and you were just frozen there. In complete disbelief. She knew how you felt about Harry...you had told her and Mandy everything, even that you'd had a crush on him since your were 14. You felt betrayed...so awfully betrayed.

"I'm so sorry." you sighed through your tears. You had no idea why you were apologizing to her, but you were and you turned around and left swiftly. Closing her door behind you and exhaling shakily as more tears fell.

"Get up!" you heard her say to Harry.

"What is it?"

"You overslept! Y/N just came in here and saw you!"

"Fuck...my alarm didn't go off." he explained to her and you cried even harder. They were sneaking around you? How long had this been going on, "It's not even 6:30, yet!" he defended.

"This wouldn't be an issue if you had just told her last night like we agreed!" Natalie groaned in frustration.

"I tried, but she was just so upset and she felt so bad that I just...I didn't want to ruin her night." Harry said and you shook your head and hurried back to your room, slamming the door loudly and locking it behind you, so they'd know that you had heard all of that.

You dropped yourself back onto your bed and didn't bother to muffle your sobs as you hugged your pillow to your chest. No wonder he kept coming around...no wonder he always said yes to plans with your friends...he had gone with Nat to the midnight garden thing, he had bailed on your plans with your work friends to be with her. You felt so fucking stupid for thinking that he'd ever see you as more than just his friend's kid sister. And as you sobbed in bed you wondered why you were always the one alone? Why the people you liked never like you? Why were you never first choice? And when would it finally be your turn to be happy?