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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months
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warnings: 18+ only, smut, reader is toppers girlfriend, struggling to cum, female receiving oral and fingering, multiple orgasms, edging and overstimulation, protected and unprotected sex, cheating
“maybe you could ask one of your friends for help, top.” you pout, rubbing your hand over his shoulder, not wanting him feel any more upset than he needs to be, but at the same time, you’re not sure how much longer this can go on.
“you can't tell me what i can do to fix it?” topper asks.
“you know i was a virgin before you babe, i really don’t know.” you sigh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “maybe ask rafe?” “rafe?” topper turns suddenly to look at you. “why him?” “i’ve just… heard talk from some of my friends. he can probably give you some good advice. i don’t know.” you shrug. “maybe it’s something wrong with me.” “no, don’t say that.” topper shakes his head, turning to pull you into him, a hand around your waist.
“you ask your friends and i’ll ask mine.” you give as an option. topper nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead, hoping the next time you’re in his bedroom, it’ll go a lot better.
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“what?” rafe gawks at his friend, unsure if he heard him right or if he was going crazy.
“ive never… i’ve never made y/n cum before and i just… i need to know what to do rafe! i’m worried she’s gonna leave me if i can’t get it together and i guess- fuck! i don’t know! just help me out man!” topper paces quickly, bringing his hands to his hair, tugging on it, stressed out of his mind.
“okay, alright, jesus, just clam down!” rafe says, sitting down on the couch, gesturing for topper to sit as well. he’s not sure how long he can keep himself still, already feeling awkward and nervous about not being able to make you cum, only made worse by trying to talk to rafe about it.
“every time i fuck her, i just get so over excited and cum too quickly and i know this is tmi but i just try my best and every time she doesn’t cum and she says its okay but i know it’s really not.” topper blurts out.
“alright, well…” rafe sighs, pushing his hand through his hair. he’s never had this type of issue before with girls. “do you finger her? or eat her out? before you fuck her, i mean.” “i eat her out sometimes.” topper shrugs. “she says my tongue feels good and i can make her cum like that, but not when im fucking her, i just don’t know what to do, i just get so excited and… and i’ve never had this problem with girls before, it’s just y/n.”
“to be fair, she’s hotter than any girl you’ve been with before.” rafe comments. it’s no secret, so he doesn’t feel bad saying it, especially when topper nods.
“she’s way out of my league, thats why i’m sure if i don’t fix this she’s gonna leave me.” topper sighs.
“maybe a demonstration could help?” rafe suggests, making toppers head snap towards him, a look of fury in his eyes.
“you are not allowed to fuck my girlfriend.”
“no, man.” rafe shakes his head. “what if i’m there while you fuck her? then i can give you specifics, and she will know you are really trying. she told you to ask me right?” “yeah, i guess you have a reputation of being really good.” topper cringes at his own words.
“i am. so, let me help you, top. brother to brother.”
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rafe understands why topper has such a hard time keeping it together as you lay out naked on the bed, eyes flickering between your boyfriend and his best friend, a cautiously optimistic look on your face.
“go ahead and spread your legs.” rafe says, trying to keep his tone even, to disguise the lust that he feels as his eyes move from your breasts down to between your thighs.
“can you get naked first topper? i feel weird here.” topper was shirtless, but still had his shorts and underwear on, even though he was obviously straining against the fabric. 
“yeah.” topper glances briefly to rafe before tugging them down his hips, letting his cock spring free. 
“so have you ever cum before y/n?” rafe asks.
“yeah, um… with my own fingers.” you cough awkwardly. “and when topper eats me out.”
“its really just when i’m inside of her.” topper says with a thick swallow as your thighs part, opening them wide to show off your pussy, already gleaming with wetness and a peachy pink color that makes rafe want to bend down and bury his tongue inside of your folds, but he has to behave himself, just happy to have this opportunity to see you like this.
“why don’t you finger her first? then you can show me. open her up a little, it’ll help.” rafe instructs.
topper nods, reaching down and pressing one finger against your hole. you tense up briefly before relaxing, allowing topper to push his finger in.
“is she tight?” rafe asks, without really meaning to, but he figures you must be from the way you are squeezed so tightly around his finger.
“yeah, that’s why i can never last.” topper says, thrusting his finger in and out, the slick sounds of his movement squelching throughout the room.
“does that feel good y/n?” rafe asks, eyes flickering up to your face.
“mhm.” you nod, but you don’t feel any urge to moan, needing more. “could add a second, top.” “okay.” topper nods, trying to work a second finger in, but you hiss at the stretch, primarily hurting around your entrance, despite your wetness.
“gotta rub her clit too.” rafe says, reaching over and pressing a fingertip to your clit, rubbing it. you gasp out, not just from the good feeling but from rafe touching you, like he swore to topper he wouldn’t do before he agreed to this.
toppers finger slips easily in once you’ve relaxed to having your clit rubbed. topper looks slightly annoyed, but he stays silent when he sees how much you’re liking it now, unable to hold back your moans. “oh, just like that.” you moan, eyes fluttering closed.
“see if you can add a third.” rafe says, flicking his finger over your clit before going back to rubbing.
“i’ve-i’ve never been able to take more than two.” you sit up slightly, surprised when topper presses a third finger and manages to begin thrusting it inside of you.
“aw, fuck.” you whine, trying to close your legs, but topper holds one thigh open with his hand while rafe grasps the other.
“keep ‘em open, cutie.” rafe says. “gonna cum?”
“yeah, yeah keep going-” you cut yourself off before you can yell rafes name instead of toppers.
“pull out, top.” rafe says, suddenly taking his hand away, making your back arch off the bed as you squirm, trying to chase their fingers, to get them back touching you.
“no, no, no.” you whine when topper also pulls out, leaving your hole clenching around nothing.
“sometimes if you’re struggling having her cum with your cock inside her, you can edge her first.” rafe says, switching easily back to teacher mode.
“should i fuck her now?” topper looks to rafe, before glancing to you, realizing he shouldn’t be asking permission to fuck his own girlfriend, but rafe has that type of energy, that commanding presence that easily makes him in control of any situation.
“yeah, put the condom on though.” rafe glances to the bed where topper threw a condom out of his pocket earlier. while topper slides it on, your focus on him, rafe takes a moment to reach to his crotch, squeezing his cock and begging himself to settle, to calm down.
topper lines himself up with your entrance, placing one hand on your hip as he lines himself up with his other hand, pushing inside of you slowly as you moan, eyes squeezing shut, obviously aroused and feeling good by him stretching you, so rafe is unsure what the issue is, until topper begins to move.
he’s thrusting too rapidly, overwhelming you. rafe shakes his head, “slowly, topper. deeper thrusts.”
topper manages to get control of himself, slowing down but still not thrusting deeper, and rafe realizes its because of the angle, topper not holding himself low enough to properly thrust.
“here.” rafe grabs a pillow, a different one from the one you’re laying your head on. rafe taps your hip and you lift them as he stuffs the pillow underneath. “try now.”
topper scooches closer, now able to thrust much easier, entering you at a far better angle as he takes you repeatedly, still going too erratically, too random.
“on a beat.” rafe says. “gotta fuck her steady, can’t just jackhammer.” “i-i-” topper groans out, pulling out, much to your disappointment as you let out a deep sigh. “i can’t, was about to cum.” “damn, baby, you must be real tight.” rafe glances to you, making you blush and close your legs slightly, which is hard as you are propped up, spread open on display.
“try again, top, it’s okay.” you soothe him, keeping your voice soft and steady.
topper nods, retaking his cock in his hand, pushing it back inside. you nod in encouragement as he moves, already going to shallow and too fast to properly build you up.
“gotta rub her clit too, man. remember she’s already close from getting edged.” rafe tries to instruct, but when topper places his thumb on your clit, his movements are jerky and too harsh, almost hurting as you cringe, but in your displeasure, your cunt clenches around toppers cock and he looses control, moaning as he cums, pumping into the condom.
“shit!” topper shouts out in pleasure, before he realizes you’re looking up at him with disappointment in your eyes. “shit.” he groans again, this time angry with himself as he pulls out in shame.
“it’s okay, top.” you sit up, moving the pillow as you reach out for your boyfriend, or at least attempt to, but he moves away, looking down in shame.
“you’re gonna break up with me now.” toppers voice is sad as he speaks.
“what?” it takes you back, not expecting it.
“you’re gonna break up with me, aren’t you? because i can’t make you cum, you’re gonna leave me? god, i’m so pathetic.” “i can’t believe you think i’m that shallow.” you scoff as topper pulls the condom off and tosses it into rafes trashcan, who is simply glancing back and forth between the two of you. “that i would break up with you over sex?” “you wouldn’t?” topper questions.
“you would?” you question back, growing frustrated. “topper, i let you take my virginity, i can’t believe you thought i would do that just… just go.”
“no, baby, listen.” topper begins.
“i’m not breaking up with you yet.” you tell him. “but i need some space, please just go.” 
topper can’t hide the tears welling up in his eyes, and he doesn’t want to cry in front of you, and especially not rafe, so he pulls his clothes back on quickly and haphazardly before leaving, slamming the door shut behind him.
you sigh, burying your head in your hands. you wouldn’t break up with topper just because of sex, but his reaction to what happened makes you question everything.
“you okay baby?” rafe asks, making you jump, forgetting he was there.
“yeah, sorry, i can leave.” you move to get off the bed when rafe grabs your wrists, making you stop.
“or you could stay.” rafe says, his voice suggestive, as well as the look on his face.
“i-but topper…” “just finishing off what he started. come on, you came here for help anyways. lets see if you can cum when i fuck you.” “i-i guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.” --
rafe finally picks his head up from between your legs, cunt now bright red and covered in mess due to your three orgasms his tongue and fingers brought out of you, deciding to go for overstimulation instead of edging, now that he was the one getting to have you.
“still thinking about topper?” rafe asks, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit, making you whine out.
“no.” you admit honestly, all of your thoughts have been replaced by rafe. “fuck me, please, rafe.”
rafe smirks, standing up and taking his shirt off, pleased that your eyes glaze over as you watch him undress, jaw dropping open when his cock is revealed, already hard and leaking.
“yeah, i know i’m bigger than him.” rafe smirks as he climbs onto the bed. “but i opened you up enough, didn’t i? or do i need to make you cum again?”
“n-no.” you shake your head, already so overstimulated. “i want your cock, i need it.” “he always fucks you in missionary?” rafe asks, wanting to make you cum in the same position that topper couldn’t, proving yet another way he’s superior.
“yeah, we haven’t tried anything else.” you say, leaving out the word yet not sure if you can go back to topper after this.
rafe nods, looking towards his drawer that he knows contains condoms, going to grab one before you speak up suddenly, “you-you can fuck me raw. if you want. i’m on birth control.” rafe can’t help but smirk, nodding as he grabs the same pillow again, placing it under your hips, bringing your tired legs up, thighs falling open.
“tell me if it hurts or if anything doesn’t feel good.” rafe says. he’s sure it’s toppers' inadequacies making you struggle, but just in case he wants to take good care of you.
“mkay.” you nod, hands fisting in the bed sheets as rafe rubs the head of his cock through your sticky folds, making sure to tap against your clit, just to tease you even further.
“gonna fuck you so much better than he ever could. ‘ts why you should be with me instead, baby.” rafe says, not letting you respond or even think too much about his statement as his cock pushes inside of you, making your back arch off the bed.
“oh my god!” you shout out, moaning wildly without care as rafe begins to thrust, deep and hard, hitting spots inside of you that topper has never touched before.
“oh, fuck.” rafe groans out. “you are tight, baby.” your cunt is squeezing him, molding to his walls. “no wonder he cums so quickly.” you shake your head, not wanting to think about topper, not wanting to feel any guilt or regret as rafes hips swing forward, cock pressing against your gummy walls as he moves a thumb to your clit, rubbing it in that same enticing way that made your high build so quickly last time.
“feels really good, rafey.” you moan, raising and lower your hips slightly in time with his thrusts, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you, feeling his hot skin against yours, the first person to take you bare.
“i knew there was nothing wrong with you.” rafe smirks. “already close to cumming, aren’t you?”
despite your body being tired from your three previous orgasms, you do feel another one building in your stomach.
“yeah, thats what i thought.” rafe moves faster, rubbing his thumb more intensely. “nothing wrong with you baby, you are perfect. perfect tight little cunt.” “please.” you whine out, unsure what you are begging for as tears slide down your cheeks, purely from being overwhelmed with pleasure. you’ve never managed more than two orgasms in a night, and he’s close to doubling that.
“cum for me, doll. don’t have to beg. wanna feel that cunt squeezing around me.” rafe encourages you, pumping quickly as he pinches your clit between his thumb and finger before letting go and rubbing quickly, forcing the orgasm out of you as you scream, entire body tightening as your hips rise, high overtaking you as your eyes open to see rafe looking back at you, cocky look in his eye, but his jaw is slackened in pleasure as your cunt spasms around his dick.
“that’s it, good girl.” rafe affirms, thumb now gently touching around your clit, bringing you down slowly as his cock stays lodged deep inside of you.
you shiver as you lower your hips, breath slowly coming back to normal. 
rafe bends over your body, taking your lips in a kiss. you moan into his mouth, his tongue licking against your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth.
“you just came on my cock, pretty girl.” rafe says.
“i know, i loved it.” you hum, eyes sliding shut as rafe kisses your jaw, obsessed with the taste of your skin almost as much as your cunt.
“hmm, so two more? three?” rafe suddenly snaps his hips forward, making you realize he’s still buried inside of you.
“wait, wha-” your question is cut off as rafe straightens, resuming his same pace as if he didn’t just deliver you the most mind blowing orgasm.
“you think i’d be satisfied with getting you to cum just once?” rafe tsks and shakes his head. “we aren’t even close to done.”
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missmeinyourbones · 10 months
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omg megumi and "open your mouth for me" PLEASE
i like the way you think anon
NSFW 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.
cw: afab!reader, fingering, cum eating, spit (?). finger lickin' (good)
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as distant as he may seem, megumi thrives off of intimate sex—which surprises him more than anyone else.
he remembers being an awkward teen, watching any god-awful porn he could find online and thinking oh, so that's what sex is supposed to look like.
like a fucking book report, he'd take mental notes of the underlying motifs and tones. always the same dynamics—men big, muscly, and dominant as they throw and bend women every which way. rough. cruel. dirty.
but now he's twenty-four. an adult. he pays rent and votes regularly in local elections and drinks black coffee and fucks like a real man, not the ones he used to see on his computer screen.
if he told his past self that he'd be here, with you, doing the filthy things you do to one another, he'd scowl in pure distaste. and honestly, the thought of anyone else doing it still does sound a bit foul to him.
but it's different with you.
it's intimate, something only he gets to see and only you get to feel. it's hidden from the world and completely your own, different each time yet somehow always leaves him feeling the same.
megumi's never been adventurous, but he's learned that he would do just about anything you ask as long as it's paired with a meek please and thank you.
his fingers twist and curl inside of you, practically molding your warmth to his liking as he softly rocks them in and out of your cunt. he sweetly kisses the sweat beading on your forehead and you whine when the palm of his hand brushes against your sensitive clit.
you're close—he knows you well enough to know through the heightened pitch of your whimpers and the clenching muscles around his fingers.
his voice is soft against your sticky cheek when he gently encourages, "come on, you can do it."
he knows you can, and you know you can. because megumi knows exactly where to poke and prod and linger inside of you to get you right where he wants you. something he's learned through the embarrassingly loving trials and errors of intimacy with you.
"always look so pretty," he kisses your jaw, relishing in the way your body feverishly chases his touch, "wanna see it, please."
and that's really all it takes. you come around his fingers with rocking hips and a breathless whine.
megumi lets you ride it out on his fingers, lets you rock your shaky hips into his palm for as long as you need to get the most out of him.
when your head falls back and your breathing slows down a bit, he allows himself to pull his fingers from you with a lewd pop (something he would cringe at years ago, but now makes his heart swell with pride).
you're tired, he knows, but still, he's incredibly hard and disgustingly in love with the moment spread out before him.
he nudges your nose with his, a silent command for you to kiss him. he cant decide if he loves or hates the way you teasingly turn your cheek, making him work for it.
he pouts softly, needy and shameless as he nudges you again, "come on, open your mouth for me."
and when he asks, he means for him to slide his tongue against yours, but you clearly have other plans.
his mind is only focused on tasting you right now, so when you reach for his wrist, he doesn't think twice.
and when you finally open your jaw slightly ajar, and it's to pop his cum-covered fingers in the warmth of your mouth, he's nearly nineteen again—cumming his pants at the sight of something he thought he'd never actually feel.
"jesus christ, babe," the groan comes desperate and whiny from his throat.
he hides his reddening face in your chest and you laugh at the sight, giggles muffled by his long fingers when you mumble out, "what?"
when he pulls away from your mouth, a string of spit follows, connecting your swollen lips to his pruney fingers. the romantic in him knows it's the invisible string that forever ties the two of you together.
but his words aren't as poetic as his thoughts.
"bitch," he grumbles frustratedly, and you actually laugh at his blunt words.
he doesn't mean it, and he's not trying to be sexy and degrading like the men he used to see online, he's being himself. desperate and needy and so in love with you that it hurts him in moments like this.
"that's not fair," he whines when you lick your lips through your giggly amusement.
his eyes go from his hand, to your lips, to your eyes with something that looks like shame mixed with hunger when he murmurs, "i wanted a kiss, not... that."
your nose scrunches, "you didn't like it?"
"no," he's quick to clarify with a blush. he leans into your swollen lips, and when you finally let him kiss you, tasting like your cum and his spit, megumi thinks he might pass out.
"no, i loved it."
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angelltheninth · 9 months
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Spiderverse Characters Handling Horror Movies
Pairing: Peter B. Parker, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, horror movies, cuddles, nightmares, spidey sense, comfort
A/N: Hate most horror movies these days tbh but there's something so primal and addicting about being scared you know? Still, if I do watch horror movies I can never watch them alone.
Peter wouldn't flinch at the first few jumpscares but as the movies goes on his arm tightens its hold on your shoulders. By the end of the movie you're fully pressed to his side, his hand rubbing along your shoulder to soothe you, but it turns out that he's the one who needs to be told that he's safe. Which is kind of nice after he needs to make sure so many other people know it.
Miles likes the older horror movies more then the newer ones because he's not a huge fan of all the blood and gore. Not scared of them per se, he can watch most scenes but sometimes he will cringe really badly and turn from the screen. He'll look at you instead, give a little shy smile and plant a kiss on your lips. Which is a bit awkward with all the screaming going on in the back ground.
Gwen doesn't like horror movies at all. Horror books? Yes, she can read those but when it comes to watching them she will spend the whole movie in your lap, not screaming but she will let out a tiny yelp and then try to brush it off and act cool after it. Won't let you know how much she wants to watch anything else because she likes how protective you get with her during the movie.
Miguel will only watch them because he loves the way you curl up into him during and after the movie. He's fully honed in on your heartbeart and how it quickens and slows down when he turns your face towards his when a scary scene is happening and gives you a gentle, comforting kiss. The one thing he didn't expect was how jumpy you'd be afterwards, but also cute when you cling onto him like a koala, even in your sleep.
Hobie loves horror movies with a passion but won't force you to watch them if you don't like them. If you do that's even better because it means you can nerd about them and your favorite tropes and franchises. Horror couple costumes are of course a must on Halloween, maybe he can be the dashing hero who saves you from the killer.
Pavitr can feel his spider sense go off almost every time when he hears a little noise after watching the movie. He puts on a brave face but he will have a nightmare or two after watching a really scary movie. That being said the really old ones aren't as bad for him, in fact he finds a lot of them funny, but its the new ones with way too many scares and blood scenes that make his stomach turn.
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suguruplsr · 6 months
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Let em’ know
✰ ✰ ✰ seeing your ex again does come with some benefits !
,, ex!suguru geto x fem!reader , reader kinda mean , some plot , college , party = smoking & drinking etc , pet names ( baby , princess , pretty ) , unprotected , pussy eating & fingering , light slapping , cream pie , idk what else , dialogue might be cringy to represent the 2000’s.
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Geto Suguru, the best friend of the all-known Gojo Satoru. who's also your ex. Admittedly, before dating him, you already knew of his weekend parties, late night smokes, hookups, drinks, all of it. But fuck. you couldn’t help but be like every other girl, falling for his alluring charms only to get dumped like you were nothing.
The only good thing you could say after that relationship was that you lasted longer with him than any other girl. A sick title you held, but you can’t deny that you feel a little bit of pride whenever you’d catch his eyes still following you from time to time. What you really loved was when girls in his lap gave you looks of jealousy, knowing well that you’re past him. It always makes you laugh.
It also didn’t help that you had entered his circle of friends before dating him. Which made the breakup all the more.. awkward. Your friends questioning you two and giving looks of concern. And of course your snake of an ex decided to hide it under the guise that you both mutually agreed to break off. When in reality, he wasn’t ready for commitment.
You twirl the glass of chardonnay in your hand, hearing a friend call your name, and interrupting your thoughts. “You’re at a party girl! stop looking like one of those old women who come here to feel important." Your friend’s words make you scoff, downing the rest of your drink and getting up. “I'm already important. plus this shit is boring.” You sigh, walking with her through the crowd.
Luckily, Satoru’s parents owned a large home not too far from the college. So he decided to have a party before everyone leaves for the spring break week. Which you would’ve never come to if your friends didn’t ask for you to be their driver. Along with the hopes of you getting laid.
It smelt like beer, musty guys with girls, who must’ve not minded their poor hygiene, grinding on them. It's a good thing Satoru had half the mind to bring good drinks, or else you would’ve never gone to any of his parties. You almost reach the huddled up area of the couch your friends sat at, when one guy whispers in your ear, “Tryna go upstairs?” You cringe.
“No. fuck off.” You push past, almost wiping your ears from how hot his breath was. Your friend smirks, “Scared of getting some action aft—“ You cut her off, showing her your look of disgust as you sat down, “With these disgusting fucktards? no thanks.” You huff, “Oh c’mon, some of us aren’t here for the standards. just to fuck and have fun. let loose.” One of the girls smiles at you, handing a can of beer.
“Can’t do that when most of you are STD prominent..” Your words make them croak out a laugh. A few heads turning as you shrug. “You guys heard about what happened to that one girl last semester.” Then, you hear that loud obnoxious voice of someone you regret calling your friend. “Don’t be such a party pooper! someone shit in your drink?” Satoru laughs, coming down stairs with a arm around some girls shoulder, who you’re sure he just fucked.
Just from his presence, people quickly forget the small moment. Flashing lights and loud music swirling through your senses. “Geez you alright?” Satoru sits down on the couch with you after waving off all of his ‘friends’ that he never remembers. Your own friends disappear to find their hookups for the night. “Nope.” You hum, opening your can and letting the fizz of the beer kill off your thoughts.
Satoru gave you a look, “You need some good dick.” He teases, making you draw back and gulp down your drink quickly, “I really hope you aren’t offering. you of all—“ “Damn, hop off. I’m not.” He whines, leaning into the couch and muttering something about you having an attitude. You’d agree, on a good day at least.
“He’s over there.” He points over at a secluded area just across the gigantic living room. Despite knowing who he was talking about, you look over to see Suguru, who was probably trying to get the girl in his lap to wet his dick. From the way his hands cupped her—
“Not interested.” You whip your head away, an unknowing frown etched onto your face from the sight. “You totally want that~” Satoru grins, putting down his empty beer onto the table. “We’re over satoru.” You scoff, getting on your phone and opening some random social media app.
“You don’t have to be together to fuck” he shrugs, brushing off your disinterest and getting up when he sees a girl coming over. “Look, I'm just saying. you might need something to get rid of that pissy attitude.” Before you could retort, he’s already heading to the dance floor with the girl.
You decide to just pay attention to your phone and wait for your friends to tell you when they’re ready to go. Accepting that you had no plans of winding up in anyone’s bed for the night.
“Seat taken?�� About 20 minutes past until you hear a gruff voice, looking up you see Toji. One of the older guys. You knew he worked at some store near the campus, always supplying Satoru and Suguru with the ‘good’ stuff. You've also heard groups of girls gossip about how hot he was whenever they’re walking back from the store. And you agree, he’s pretty hot.
“Not yet.” You look him up and down, your eyes lingering a bit before diverting to your phone. You might have to take satoru’s advice, you think. Just from look’s alone, you almost think it’s criminal for anyone to pass up on letting him get in their pants a second time.
“Why’s a pretty lil lady like you here? looks like you got a smart head on ya” He chuckles, getting comfortable besides you. Okay, perhaps you could use something to take your mind off things. “For the same reasons as everyone else, plus I needed to take my mind off things.” Your voice was honeyed, a smile playing on your face.
“I think I can help with that.” Toji shamelessly allows his eyes to travel down the black skin tight dress you wore, framing your body so sexily. “You might just be able to.” You place your hand on his thigh, thumb rubbing small circles into it. “We could go upstairs, unless you really plan on doing somethin’..” You purr.
Amidst the loud music, you hear a cough and a voice that makes an annoyed expression form on your face. “Sorry, she’s got someone else.” Suguru sits beside you, a cocky smirk on his face at the sight of your frown. “And why are you lying?” You question, deflated as Toji walks off, quickly uninterested.
“Doesn’t matter.” His nonchalance makes you want to rip out all of his hair, punch his face, kick him in— , “The one time I find someone after you, you cock block? fuck you Suguru.” Suguru eyes you as he lights up his blunt, “One time? I thought you’d have more guys lining up for you.” He smirks.
“That doesn’t mean I let them hit.” You groan, sipping some of your beer and watching as Toji had already found another girl. “He even looks like he has a big dick..” you mutter. Suguru only hums, looking at you with scrutinizing eyes. He passes you the blunt, which you gladly took.
“You sound desperate.” He raised an eyebrow, eyes trained on the puff of smoke that escapes your glossed lips. His face scrunching up from your next words, “You made me miss out on a good dick.” You roll your eyes, glancing over at him. He had a bothered look, as if he was annoyed by something. Sure it was hot— but why would he be annoyed?
You pass him the blunt, taking a sip of your fourth, maybe fifth, can of beer. “I’m sure you can find better.” His words make you recoil, meeting his eyes with narrowed ones. “Like who?” “Me.”
You cover the laugh that nearly makes you choke. “You’re joking, right?” He simply shrugs, taking a drag of the blunt, “It doesn’t have to be serious..” You hum in return, turning your body towards him. “Were you serious with that girl earlier?” Your words had a sharpness to them that almost make you feel embarrassed. Your feelings from the sight earlier must’ve been clear to him just from how quickly you responded.
“You were watching me?” Suguru grins, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him on the couch while you let out an exasperated sigh. Yet, you couldn’t find it in you to push him away. Liking the familiar feeling of his arms around you. “I just happened to see you. now answer my question.” You huff, looking up at him.
“So demanding, it wasn’t serious at all. promise.” He smiles down at you, his hand on the side of you began rubbing your arm, “Better be.” You fuss, crossing your arms and laying in his hold. “Was the princess jealous?” He teases, leaning down by your ear and placing a chaste kiss below it. He moves away when you lightly hit him, laughing as he puts the blunt in an ashtray on the table.
“Hush! you’re so annoying..” You whine, scoffing to yourself. He raises an eyebrow at your words, the arm around you moves up to your neck. His fingers held your jaw so you could look at him, “I feel like you mean that in a different way.” his voice rumbles lowly. You could feel the vibrations from his chest. Fuck, he looked so attractive like this.
You wish the effect he had on you was gone, because if it was, then he wouldn’t have given you that knowing look when you stayed silent for too long, “You’re all up on me as if we didn’t break up a few months ago. or as if you weren’t just trying to get in some girl's pants.” Suguru only grins in response, as if relishing in the jealousy that radiated from you.
“I haven’t fucked anyone after you, just some small stuff. no one is as good as you, y’know?” He whispers in your ear, his fingers lightly massaging into the skin of your neck. just how you liked it. “Why’s she staring at us then?” You try to ignore the smile that’s tugs on your lips. You didn’t realize until now that you still had a hold on him. It felt good knowing you two were in the same boat.
“Maybe because the second Satoru told me you were here I ditched her.” He says nervously, chuckling when you let out a small gasp, hitting his chest again, “You don’t do that to a girl after working her up like that!” You giggle, you looked over at her, getting a clear view of her between the dancing bodies. You give a small wave that had her fuming. God, what a bitch move that was, maybe the beer finally got to you.
“Letting her know what’s yours?” Suguru places a kiss on your cheek, which you didn’t move away from like last time, instead, smiling. “Depends.” You bring your hand up to his and intertwine it with yours. “How about I change that then?” His free hand reaches up and tilts your chin towards him.
“Kiss me.” You say it before he could ask, knowing that he was always a gentleman at heart. Suguru smiles in return, pressing his lips lightly against yours. How precious of him, to give you such a sweet kiss despite being at a party that resembled some late night club.
You press harder, him biting your bottom lip. But before he could continue, you draw back with an angelic smile playing on your face. “Plan on taking me to some random room and hope no one hears us?” you joke, rubbing his knuckles softly as he cringes. “Hell no. this place has a small house right next to it. we’re gonna go there.” He gets up, grabbing your purse that you sat on the table and holding your hand.
“That does sound much better.” Your grasp on his hand tightens as he leads you through the bodies of people, both of you going through the kitchen towards a slide door. “Did you really not talk to anyone?” Suguru suddenly asks, as both of you exit to the backyard. “While we were apart i mean.”
You stay silent for a moment, looking down at the metallic sandals you wore. The sounds of the booming music was muffled. The small crunches of leaves and noises of crickets surrounding you two, “A few people, but they never even got to kiss me before I deleted their number.” You mumble, the two of you following the trail to a smaller house right besides it. “Always so picky. and you choose me out of all people..” He smiles, although the look in his eyes didn’t meet it. A solemn look.
“I want to do better for you. if you let me try again.” Suguru’s voice was almost a whisper, his hand bringing yours to his lips, placing a small kiss on it. “How do I know you’re not just saying that..” you sigh, turning away as memories of your rocky relationship flood in. As much as you’d love to believe him, you can’t deny the fact that there’s still left over feelings after your breakup. Feelings that weren’t all too good.
Suguru stops you in your tracks, turning you to see the wavering expression on his face.
“Because as much as I want to fuck you the second we get in that house, I also want to take you on all those dates you deserve, help you experience those small moments in life, and the big ones. I totally fucked up with you this past year and I want to make it up. Shit, I’ll even play legos with you if you want, or I can take you out of the country. Whatever makes you happy.”
A big grin grows on your face as you pull him in for a long kiss, unable to form words that explain how you felt. His lips melded so perfectly with yours, as if this was meant to happen. His hands find your waist, keeping you in place before you could move away like before, wanting to savor your lips.
Eventually, Suguru slowly pulls away, seeing your teary eyes. “Oh don’t cry princess. I mean everything I said.” He wipes the tears that slide down your face as you stammer, trying to find your words. “I just— Fuck. y’know I’m not used to getting like this, but that made me so happy and I just can’t..” He kisses you, interrupting your small rant. “I know baby, I know. it’s a start at least.” he mentions.
He flashed you a cocky smile, making you huff, yet matching it with one of your own. You pull him with you, approaching the back door of the smaller house. You two make small comments about what you’d do tomorrow before planning on how to spend your break together. Then he opens the slide door, making sure to lock it after you two walk in.
“Gonna take care of you tonight pretty.” Suguru places your things on a table, then picks you up, stealing your yelp away with a kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist, humming against his lips as he brought you two into a random guest room. “You’re so fucking pretty” He whispers between kisses, placing you on the bed.
“Really? it’s just a simple dress.” You giggle, pulling off the leather jacket he wore, “So you don’t mind if I rip it?” He grins, hands traveling up your waist while his lips place small kisses along your neck. His favorite place.
“There’s a zipper on the back.” you guide his hands around you, his hands ghosting your skin so lightly it makes you shiver. “Stand up for a second.” He says softly, drinking in the sight of your full body. His second favorite place, your shoulder blades. Your skin looked so beautiful under the dim light. He stands behind you, smelling the vanilla perfume you wore as he adores your back, slowly unzipping your dress.
“You’re taking your time.” Your say breathlessly, his fingers made you feel so sensitive. “I want to appreciate you.” He drags your sleeves down, watching as you slip out of the dress. “As cute as that is, you’re making me like, really, horny and I’d love it if you could fuck me, just like you said. And I’m sure Satoru wouldn’t mind us being cooped up here all day tomorrow.” You turn around with a grin, admiring his messy look.
His shirt was a button up, some of the top ones left open for the imagination. Well at least you wouldn’t need to imagine. You could even see his bulge peeking through his jeans, it must’ve been so uncomfortable. Suguru chuckles, letting you unbutton his shirt, “So needy. guess I gotta give the princess what she wants.”
The second you finish taking off his shirt, he pushes you back on the bed, immediately kneeling down, kneading his fingers into the plush of your thighs. “Before I do that, I need to taste my sweet pussy. Been so long.” You hun in agreement, hands reaching for his hair as he pulls you closer while wrapping his arms around your thighs. “You better, I’d fuck you up if go in without—“ He cuts you off with a kiss on your glistening folds, a small whimper leaving you.
“s’okay, gonna’ make you feel real good.” Suguru’s fingers spread your thighs, his head deep between them as he kisses the inner of your thighs. “Fuck. you’re so wet f’me baby. got you all hot n’ bothered?” He groans, quickly digging in and licking a long stripe on your pussy. “mhm, you look— so, fucking hot.” Gasping out, you cross your legs around him. The way his tongue grazed your sensitive bud had your thighs shaking.
His eyes flickered up to your pretty expression. Your eyes closed as you buck your hips against his mouth, “ain’t that cute.” He moves one of his hands to play with your messy pussy, his middle finger teasing your entrance before sliding in easily. “Sugu!” You whine, fingers clutching the arm around you as he fingers you. “Gonna cum on my fingers like a dirty girl?” He slips in another finger, thrusting it in and out of you.
You closed your eyes tightly from the wet sounds of your pussy squelching around his fingers. You couldn’t help it, they were inching so deep into that spongy sweet spot of your pussy. “Y-yea, you’re makin’ me cum. wanna ruin your pretty face.” You swear his eyes almost roll back just from your words, his fingers curl inside you before pulling out. He sucks the juices off his fingers with a pop, licking his lips and pulling your pussy closer to his face.
“Go head’ and make a mess baby. Gonna fucking enjoy it.” He groans, making out with your sloppy pusey as moans rip out of you. “Fuck! just like that! y’r makin me—“ you sob, biting your lip when his tongue darts into your hole. Suguru makes a noise of disappointment, giving you a light slap on your thigh, “nuhuh, don’t do that, gotta hear how good my girl feels.” You only nod shyly when he meets your eyes, greedily grinding into his face when he dives back in.
“Wanna cum, please make me cum.” You beg, pushing his face deeper between your thighs. And as if planning his next actions, his hands hold your thighs closer to his face, nearly suffocating him as he sucks your bud before eagerly flexing his tongue into your cunt. “oh, m’cumming! Sugu!” You squirm in his hold with a cry, your orgasm washing over you.
But he doesn’t stop, only slowing his ministrations and enjoying the taste of your sweetness. You lean back when he taps your thighs gently, letting go of him and watching as he licks up the cum around his mouth. “So good, next time you’re sitting on my face.” He says smugly, quickly undoing his pants and getting on the bed with you. “Who said we can’t do that now?” You grin as he pins you down, kissing your perked nipples.
“Later baby. need to feel your cunt around me.” His tongue swirls along the buds before leaving a few parting kisses. His hands spread your sticky thighs, lining his beautiful cock with your hole. It was so fucking pretty, long with girth, the tip lightly red with leaking precum that already stained the bed. “Make sure you go slow first, it’s been a while..” You mumble, beginning to feel a bit intimidated just from the look of it.
“Of course baby. but weren’t you the one so ready for this?” Suguru teases, rubbing his head along your wet folds, both of you gasping at the feeling. “Yea but you might be too big f’me now. haven’t took dick ever since you.” You whine, his cock proding into your entrance. He pulls your legs up to his shoulder as he slowly sinks in, “You took it before, you can take it again. be a big girl.” He chuckles, kissing your ankle before thrusting into you, all the way up to the hilt.
You grab the sheets with a tight grip, but trying to not ruin your fresh set of acrylics. “You’re filling me so well Sugu..” you slur, your body was basically bending in half, pussy already pulling him in. “C-can’t even fuckin’ move. such a greedy girl.” He groans, holding your hips and slowly pulling out, looking down to where you two were connected.
Suguru was sure he could just cum from how your sticky slick left strings around his cock. It was so hot. “m’sorry baby, but you’re just too good.” he whines, bottoming out and sliding back into your pussy, your pelvis’s meeting with a loud ‘pap!’. He thrusts into you again, lifting your hips up a bit, angling so deep into you. “wait— makin’ me cum too quick!” You sob, hands quickly scratching his wrists, trying to stable yourself.
But Suguru keeps going, fucking into you without mercy, “No such thing. cum on this cock as much as you want baby” He grins, leaning down to give you a deep kiss, taking in all of your moans. The feeling of his cock sliding in your walls had your stomach twisting, nails digging into his skin as you gasped against his lips. His hands move up, playing with your buds, him slowly pulling away from your lips.
“Fuck— c’mon baby, cum with me.” He almost moans, looking down at you with a flushed expression. He couldn’t help it when you were squeezing around his cock so cutely. He leans back up, gripping your thighs as he hits you with deep thrusts that have your eyes rolling back, he made sure you felt everything.
“Suguru! oh—!” A small rub on your little nub had you creaming around his cock with a loud moan. Suguru's head tilts back as he spills long ropes into your cunt, holding in his small whines.
“That was— so, fucking amazing.” He pulls out of your seeping cunt before slumping beside you on the bed, his hand massaging into your side. “Yea.. you better not leave me. like, ever, again.” You joke, turning to him and placing a kiss on his forehead. “Never, pussy got me whipped.” He quickly corrects himself when he sees your hand raise up, “And you of course.” He grins, pulling your thigh over his legs.
“We need to get cleaned up.” You sigh, tiredness already reaching you as you try to sit up, only for Suguru to pull you down onto his chest. “Not yet. Didn’t I tell you I want you to sit on this pretty face?” He smirks up at you, hands already pulling you closer.
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synopsis: a simple, true kind of love
word count: 7.1k
contains: fluff, angst, cancer, brief mentions of sexual assault, allusions to domestic violence and a toxic relationship, normal people/one day vibes, boyfriend harry
a/n: posting this here because i love it so much and i was feeling emo. also have been away for a week so haven't had much time to finish writing things I'm still working on (there will be a soft girl sunday post tomorrow don't worry and i am also working on a tattoo h blurb as well !!)
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October 1st 2017
Harry and Y/N met during freshers week at University in 2017. 
"Should we make out?" 
They were standing in a closet now after meeting just ten minutes ago downstairs. 
"M' names Harry," Harry spoke, sitting on the couch and looking down at his first drink of the night. He wasn't much of a drinker but also feared missing out or being seen as unordinary - at university, drinking felt like it was deemed ordinary. 
Y/N blushed, her cheeks pink from the humidity in the room and the fact that a guy was talking to her. She pulled down the sleeves of her dress to hide her shaky hands. She noticed she stuck out like a sore thumb with how she decided to dress, her long sleeves and knee-length skirt juxtaposed with every other girl in the room. 
"'M Y/N." She responded. Harry nodded, sheepish and awkward as he tried to think about something to say. 
They were sitting side by side, looking out at the other people dancing to the music that echoed through the house. "What do you study?" Y/N managed to ask and cringed at the question. Was it normal to talk about school at a house party?
"Music." He nodded as Y/N tried to think up another question despite already asking one. "What about you?"
"English." She said and an awkward silence fell between them. 
Harry eventually turned to look at her, lips parting at the natural beauty even just from looking at her side profile. Her hair was in waves that fell down her back and he thought her dress was pretty too. She had a tiny bump on the bridge of her nose that led to her plump, cherry red lips. 
She felt his gaze on him and turned her head, catching his eyes and looking down from embarrassment. He was beautiful like a living, breathing adonis. His eyes were a sea glass green and he had chestnut brown curls on his head. 
"It's a little loud in here don't you think?" Harry spoke, his voice seemed closer to her now. 
Y/N looked up and looked around at the crowd of people, "Just a little." She said, 
"Do you want to go upstairs?" He wondered if maybe it would be easier to get to know her in a quieter setting.
Y/N followed him upstairs, wondering whether he knew where they were going and if he knew anyone else at the party. She had only just met him and despite his awkwardness, her trust issues were too much for her to just relax around him. 
He opened the door and pulled her inside, "Um...Harry?"
He nodded, already guessing what she was about to say and looking down at her, "We're in a closet." He stated. 
"Yeah." She whispered, her heart racing at the close proximity. 
"I don't live here." He tried to hide his embarrassment. 
Suddenly, Y/N burst out laughing, the entire situation was something she didn't see coming and she couldn't help but laugh at the predicament. It wasn't too long before Harry began to laugh along with her, the both of them standing in the closet in hysterics. 
When their laughter quietened down, Harry looked down at Y/N. His demeanor changed as he admired her as she bit back a smile. "Should we make out?" 
Her lips parted, "U-Um-I-I've never been kissed before."
"Me neither." He murmured, he wasn't even sure why he asked, he just felt like it was something he should be doing being at a freshers party. 
Y/N thought about it for a second, she gulped down her nerves and looked at his lips before looking at him again. "O-okay." She nodded. 
She'd never been kissed but neither had he, so neither of them could complain it was a bad kiss. She thought it'd be better to kiss him now to get the firsts out of the way. 
"Okay." He released a shaky breath and slowly leaned forward. 
Y/N stood on her toes the closer he got to her, their breaths echoed around the room as their hearts raced at the same time. The tension was thick as their lips were closer to touching. It seemed strange that the first person to touch her lips was a man she had met just ten minutes ago. 
Harry reached for her hand, brushing his fingers against them and feeling how soft her skin was. Her eyes fluttered shut when he felt his fingers run up her arm, a path of goosebumps arising. Her nose rubbed against his and her eyes fluttered shut when his fingertips touched her waist. 
She had the urge to press a kiss to his jawline as his fingers danced across the skin on her arm, "Harry," She whispered, her head resting on his shoulder. 
 Everything she was feeling right now was exactly how she thought she'd feel if someone kissed her and yet their lips hadn't even touched yet.
His lips brushed against hers and eventually, she leapt up into his arms and pressed her lips to his, arms wrapping around his neck. She whimpered at the sensation of his tongue tangled with hers, her entire body felt as though it was on fire as he continued to touch her. She tugged on his hair like her hands had a mind of their own and he released a guttural groan which made her tummy flutter with excitement. 
If they were to continue, she was curious to see where things would go next but her curiosity was killed when the door opened and they pulled away from each other. 
"My bad." Someone chuckled and closed the door again. 
Harry was breathing erratically, looking down at the floor as his mind whirred. 
"I should go." Y/N was the first to talk and before he could even reply, she opened the door and left. 
February 20th 2018
Harry was late for class but he was in no rush to get there. In fact, he hoped the seminar would be over by the time he got there so he didn't have to answer any questions. He hated talking in front of people. 
He decided to take a longer walk to his seminar, going in a direction he had never gone before and hoped he would get lost along the way. 
As he pulled out his phone to change the song he was listening to, he ended up bumping into someone else. "I-I'm sorry," He immediately crouched down and picked up the books on the floor.
"I-It's fine, don't worry about it." A delicate hand touched his as they reached for the same book. 
His head perked up when he registered who the person was, the voice was the last thing he heard before he went to sleep every night. "Y/N?" He spoke before he could stop himself. 
She looked up at him, he noticed she looked different to when he had first met her. The light in her eyes looked dimmer and she seemed more on edge than when he had first met her. 
"Harry?" She smiled, standing up. 
"It's good to see you." Flashes of their first kiss came to mind and he quickly brushed them away. 
"How's the first year treating you so far?" She tucked her hair behind her ear. 
"It's been... good." He was lying but he wouldn't tell her that, not when he felt the need to impress her. 
"Oh I'm glad, we should-"
"Y/N!" Y/N stilled, her head turning to look past Harry's shoulder. Her sudden change in expression made him turn to see the person who had caused it. 
A man stood waving his hand in the air in the distance, he looked slightly older than both Harry and Y/N. "Who's that?" Harry looked at Y/N.
"T-That's Shaun." She muttered, holding her books tightly to her chest. 
"Is he your boyfriend?" He hated how the question tasted when he asked it but wanted to know. 
"Yes." She said, his heart was hurting but he tried his best not to show it. "I should get going."
She walked past him but he called her name before she managed to get away, "Here," He took out a pen and wrote on the front of the page of her notepad his number, "In case you need me."
She smiled but it didn't meet her eyes, "Thank you." 
He watched her as she walked away and didn't start to walk again until she walked around the corner. 
He couldn't help the gut feeling that was definitely going to need his number whether she wanted it or not.
May 15th 2018
Harry had finished his last music exam and stood in his dorm room, packing his room up since his mother would be picking him up tomorrow afternoon for the summer. 
He knew other people were out partying and enjoying the fact that the first year was over but he was too keen to get home. University hadn't treated him nicely and that was just the way it was for him. 
He hadn't made many friends besides a few in his music class, even then he wouldn't really consider them friends, mostly just people he spoke to now and then. He hadn't been to a party since the first week of freshers nor did he really want to. 
"Fuck." He murmured to himself when he could hear the vibrations of his phone ringing. He rummaged through the piles of items he had created whilst packing and eventually found his phone under a pile of clothes. 
The number was unknown but he picked it up anyway. 
"Hello?" He frowned, waiting for a response from the unknown caller. 
"H-Harry?" He stood straight and held his breath when the voice he hadn't heard in a while was talking to him on the phone. "I-It's Y/N."
I know. That was what he wanted to say but instead waited for her to carry on speaking. He wasn't sure as to why she was calling him now since he had given her his number three months ago. He spent the first few days waiting for a call from her but was always let down. 
"U-Um, I know we haven't spoken in a while b-but I really need you to come g-get me." She was on the verge of tears as she held the phone to her ear, waiting for him to say something.
Harry cleared his throat, "Are you okay?" He asked, concern in his voice as he walked to the door. 
He waited for a response, "No." She sobbed, "I'm at a party outside campus on Melville Street and I don't know anyone else." 
He stumbled over his belongings as he pulled his shoes on and tugged on his jacket. "Hey, don't worry. I'm on my way and I promise I'll be there in five minutes." 
"O-Okay," She whimpered, "Thank you...Harry." 
He ended the call and raced down the steps to the front door, running out and making his way to Melville Street where he knew all the parties were held throughout the year. He could already see a mass of people at one particular house at the end of the road and could only assume it was the house Y/N had called him from. 
He pushed his way past the other students, apologising as he did so but making no effort to stop himself from getting to Y/N. He ran up the stairs and opened the door to each room, ignoring the screeching from teenagers making out and wanting him to leave. 
Eventually, he got to the end of the hallway and faced a closet door. He slowly put his ear to the door and heard the sniffles and cries of someone behind it. Carefully, he pulled the door open and looked down to see Y/N, crying into her knees as she curled up into herself. 
He closed the door behind him and crouched down in front of her, "Hey," He whispered, not wanting to frighten her. 
She looked up, cheeks tear stained and makeup smothered which she tried to wipe away with the back of her hand. "You're here." She whimpered and wasted no time in leaping forward and wrapping her arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder. 
This was the last thing he was expecting to happen tonight but he didn't stop from holding her tightly in an attempt to squeeze the pain out of her. Sometimes people just wanted a hug and he just so happened to be the only person who could give that to her right now. 
"What happened Y/N?" He looked her in the eye and was brought back to the first time they were in a closet together. He wished he could go back to that time or at least be with her now under different circumstances. 
"It's nothing." She wiped away her tears as best as she could. 
"I don't think you would have called me of all people if it were nothing." He cupped the side of her cheek and noticed a bruise under her eye. His heart fell out of his chest when the worst-case scenario came to mind, "D-did Shaun do this to you?"
He didn't need an answer from her because the look on her face was clear enough to tell that he was right. Y/N began sobbing all over again, "How long Y/N?" Harry asked, firmly. 
She didn't answer, "Y/N, how long?" 
"Since February," She confessed in a whisper and hid herself away from him. 
Harry felt an incredible urge to walk out to find Shaun and release every ounce of his rage onto him but he also knew that wouldn't do anything to help Y/N at this moment. So he took a deep breath and placed a gentle hand on Y/N's shoulder. 
She looked up with wide, teary eyes and tried to crack a smile, "Let's get you out of here." 
She laughed breathily, "What? You don't like being in a closet with me anymore?"
He couldn't seem to find it in himself to laugh with her, "Not when you're like this Y/N."
She loved the way his voice sounded, she had been thinking about it ever since she first kissed him in the closet. Maybe that's why Shaun treated her like he did because she was lying in bed with him and dreaming about someone else. 
Harry walked out of the house with Y/N under his arm, shielding her away from the party. "Do you have anyone who can pick you up from your dorm?"
Y/N looked down at her shoes, embarrassment filling her, "I-I moved in with Shaun, he didn't want me living with the other girls and he's in his second year so..."
"Fuck." Harry said, eyes wide. 
"Yeah," She laughed, pitifully. "Feel free to name me an idiot for the next few hours."
Harry sighs, "I'd never call you that Y/N. Sometimes we make mistakes when we're cast out into loneliness by others." 
They carried on walking in silence. Y/N wasn't sure where they were going until they got to Harry's accommodation. "We'll have to sleep here for the night." 
"A-Are you sure?" Y/N was nervous, wringing her hands together. 
He didn't reply as he led her upstairs to his dorm where he knew everyone else was out getting drunk. She stepped into his room and was surprised to see the piles on the floor. It was amusing and sad to see. Each pile seemed to represent a different part of him, parts she knew nothing about, and yet he was the first person she thought about calling when she was in trouble. It felt like a cruel trick, she relied heavily upon strangers to lift her up because it was easier than being seen as weak by the people she deemed most important. 
"I've been packing, m' mum's picking me up tomorrow. It's a bit of a mess." He begins picking up things from the floor, underwear and pages of sheet music. 
"You play guitar?" She was still standing by the door.
"A bit, piano mostly." She notices the keyboard at his desk. 
"You can take the bed, I don't mind sleeping on the floor." He stands, not sure how to act with a girl in the room, especially a girl he thought about before he went to sleep.
"Why can't we both sleep on the bed?" She wondered, kicking her shoes off. 
"Y-Yeah," Harry gulped, "W-Whatever makes you comfortable." 
Y/N and Harry sat side by side on the bed and were immediately brought back to their first interaction. Except this time they didn't have the noise of the party to fill the awkward silence. 
"He didn't rape me, Harry." She whispers out of nowhere, she was crying again and he hated it. 
"I never thought he did." He lied, he did think that.
"I-I'm not that desperate." 
"I never said you were." 
"Shaun was good to me and then... I've never been in a relationship before. I didn't know how it was supposed to go." She confessed.
"I know," He knew she needed to talk about it but he also knew she didn't particularly want to. 
"Right." The sheets ruffled beside him and he looked over to see her lying on the bed with her back facing him. Her shoulders were shaking as she cried into his pillow.
Harry didn't know what to do. He wasn't good at comforting people or talking to people or being around people but he couldn't live with himself if he just sat there and watched her cry. He twisted his body and placed a hand on her shoulder. He noticed her flinch slightly but in a blink of an eye, she turned around and buried her face into his stomach, wrapping her arms around him and sobbing into his shirt. 
Harry did nothing as he ran his fingers through her hair and just let her cry for the next hour. 
"Harry," Y/N whispered in the dark, the both of them lying side by side flat on their backs. 
"Yeah." He whispered back.
"I wish I didn't leave the first time." Her confession surprised him. He thought he was the only one who thought about their kiss daily. He often thought how they'd be today if she were to have stayed. 
"Me too." He said and felt her pinkie hook around his. 
They fell asleep after that. 
June 20th 2018
It was summer and Harry was in Italy with his family. 
"Harry! Lunch is ready." His mother called from the patio as he sat in a hammock with his guitar. 
He lugged himself out of the hammock and felt a vibration in his back pocket. 
Y/N: I hope you're having a good time x
He bit back a smile, feeling giddy with the fact that she had messaged him in the middle of the day even though they'd been texting on and off since the summer began. 
Harry: Yeah it's been alright, too hot for my liking.
He held his breath as the dots began to appear as she typed out a reply.  
Y/N: Why am I not surprised? x
Harry: I've been working on a few songs whilst I'm out here though
Y/N: I look forward to being the first to hear them x 
Y/N smiled as she looked down at her phone whilst she sat in the back room on her break from working at the supermarket. He had told her once he'd never played a song before to anyone, not even his mother. She asked him if he'd ever play something to her and he immediately replied with three letters. 'Yes'. 
Y/N worked for the rest of the day and finished her shift at three thirty. She had to pick up a few things before she went back to her house where she was living with her mother and grandmother. 
She went to check the time on her phone but ended up seeing a message from Harry. 
A gasp escaped her lips when she noticed it was a voice note. It was a long time since she had heard Harry's voice. 
She reached into her bag for her headphones and pulled out the tangled mess. Suddenly a crackling sound and the heavy rain pouring in the background began to play. She waited until she could hear the gentle strum of a guitar and Harry's voice flooding her ears as he began to sing. 
There was something so comforting about his voice and a part of her felt ignited by the pure vulnerability in his voice as he sang. "Sorry, okay bye." He mumbled at the end of the voice note. 
She laughed and immediately began to type out a message. 
Y/N: It's beautiful. 
Harry: I miss you Y/N.
Her heart stuttered from the simple text message. 
Y/N: I miss you too Harry. 
July 20th 2018
"Here let me take that for you." Harry grabbed her bag and slung it over his shoulder, "I'll show you up to your room.”
"It's...big." Y/N looked at the home Harry had in Italy with his family. 
He chuckled, "You could say that."
He was in awe that she was here with him in Italy. He had invited her out when she told him she'd never been abroad before despite having a passport. After asking his mother, he bought her a cheap flight over to the Amalfi Coast and set up the guest bedroom, buying her candles and things from the nearest grocery shop.
"Do you love her?" Anne smirked whilst she stood at the door with her arms crossed, watching her son put face masks into what would be Y/N's bathroom drawer.
"No," He shakes his head. "No, I don't." 
"Okay." She said but wasn't assured by his answer.
Harry placed her bags on the double bed and gave her time to take in the house. "Is your mum home?" She wondered. 
"No, she and Astrid went to the market," Harry said.
"I can see the sea." She looked past him, out the window. 
"That's funny, since you arrived all I can see is you." He whispers, looking into her eyes. She didn't have to tell him she agreed because he already knew. 
Things between them had changed over the last month and they both knew it. Since Harry sent the song over to her, things between them were different. They spent the majority of their nights sleeping late and having deep conversations over the phone. Harry now knew more about her than anyone ever did and she knew even more about him. 
They hadn't kissed since the night they first met and Harry would be lying if he said he didn't think about it still. 
"Harry, come down and help us with the groceries!" His mother called from the kitchen. 
Y/N followed Harry down the steps where his mother and sister were. "Harry!" Astrid squealed, the six year old leaping into his arms. 
"Hey, Astrid." He smiles, putting her down afterwards and walking over to his mother. 
"Oh goodness, you must be Y/N! Harry has told us so much about you." Anne grins and goes over to hug Y/N. 
"It's nice to meet you," Y/N spoke, shyly. 
"Hi," Astrid grinned, one of her teeth missing. 
"Hi Astrid, it's nice to meet you." Y/N grinned. 
"You're pretty." Astrid hides behind Harry as she speaks. 
Harry and Anne laugh, "Why don't you take Y/N down to our beach? It's a wonderful day outside." 
"Sure," Harry nodded, putting the milk in the fridge. 
Harry led Y/N back to her room so she could get dressed into her bathing suit. "You don't have to come with us if you don't want to. You're probably tired."
"Do you want me to come with you?" Y/N asked, pulling out her swimsuit from her backpack.
"I want you to be everywhere." He smiles softly. 
She bites back a grin, "Give me a second." 
Harry walks back in once he puts his swim shorts on and halts his movements when he notices Y/N standing in front of the mirror putting suncream on. Her hair was tied back and she had removed her makeup from her face. She was wearing a black, one piece swimming costume. He could see the curve of her hips and her breasts and watched as she applied sun cream to her bare arms and legs. He didn't want to stare too long but he couldn't help but revel in the beauty of her. 
"I'm ready." She smiles, covering her body with a towel. 
"Cool." Harry gulps. 
. . .
"It's cold." Y/N shivers when she walks further into the ocean. 
"It feels good." Harry smiles, walking out into the sea. 
They stood facing each other in the middle of the ocean. "Your family seems nice,"
"They're alright," He couldn't stop looking at her. 
I really want to kiss you right now. He thought but tried to contain himself.
"Have you written any more songs?" She asks. 
"A few, I was inspired you could say."
"By who?" She wonders. 
Before he could reply, a wave knocked into them both. Y/N lost her balance and slipped underwater but Harry just managed to grab her waist and hold her before she was able to drift away. 
They both started laughing, Harry's hands were on her waist the entire time as they smiled at each other. 
"Are you going to kiss me?" Y/N wonders, Harry's breath catching in his throat, "At the party you had the same look in your eye when we were in the closet."
"Do you want me to kiss you?" He asks.
"I always want you to kiss me, Harry." She says. 
He scoffs, smiling, "You can't say that you know." 
"Why not?" She bites her lip.
"Because then I'll just have to kiss you all the time." 
"I always want you to kiss me, Harry." She whispers again this time in his ear, arms around his neck and legs around his waist. 
Harry shakily exhaled and leaned his head forward. He had thought of this moment for months since the first time they met and he didn't think it would happen for a while. Y/N had told him all the things Shaun had done to her during their short relationship and he knew it would affect her for a while once they had broken up. 
She kissed his shoulder, the saltiness of the water on the tip of her tongue, before she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. 
Harry whimpered like he had been in desperate need of her this whole time and he was finally getting what he wanted. His hands were everywhere as he tried to hold her in the ocean, she pushed his wet hair back and cupped his cheeks. 
"Y/N," He whispered over and over again, "I'd never be like him, I hope you know that."
She said nothing, just smiled and kissed him again and again and again and again. 
August 3rd 2018
"Do you think I'm a good writer?" Y/N asked, her bare chest pressed against Harry's as she finally caught her breath from opening up to him in a way only he was allowed to see. 
"I think you're a wonderful writer." He hums, releasing her hair from her messy ponytail so he could massage her scalp with his fingertips.
"Really?" She smiled up at him, he felt a tight feeling in his stomach at the sight of it.
"Yes." He kissed her sweaty forehead.
"I think you'd be a good musician." She played with his fingers. 
"Thank you." He wasn't sure what to say besides that. He knew she had faith in him, sometimes too much. 
"Harry," She started. She moved to sit up, she was naked and slouched over but it didn't phase him one bit, he liked seeing her naked, it was possibly one of his favourite things. "Y' know you're my best friend right?"
"I know that," He nods. "You tell me every day."
"I think I might be in love with you." She confesses, a sigh of relief escaping her.
"I know I'm in love with you." He admits, he'd never told anyone he loved them besides his mother and sister but with Y/N it felt different. He felt as though he was opening a part of himself that had always been locked and only she knew how to open it.
"So we love each other?" She crawls over to him, falling beside him and lying on her back, her head lolling to the side to look at him. 
His hand goes to her tummy and he rubs his thumb up and down, "We love each other." His hand slowly creeps lower. 
"Can we have sex again?" She asks, biting her lip.
He loved the way her cheeks flushed when she spoke about doing intimate things with her. Her eyes would turn a darker shade and the hairs on her arms would stand on end. 
"Y'never have to ask." He murmured and kissed her everywhere.
January 30th 2022
Harry and Y/N moved in together when they graduated. It was an easy decision and they didn't regret it one bit. 
"Morning baby," Harry hummed, kissing her shoulder and handing her a mug of coffee. She was wearing a shawl and a lace bra with his boxer shorts and he made sure to take a mental picture of her right this moment. 
"Morning handsome." She whispered, tired and achy from being at her computer for a second day in a row. 
Y/N was a writer or at least trying to be one. She was currently signed to a literary agent and was attempting to get a book published. She'd been spending the last few days going through the edits she'd been sent from her first draft. 
He placed two hands on her shoulders and rubbed his thumbs into them, massaging her shoulders and easing some of the tension. "I'm going to the studio today, wrote a few songs last night." 
"You did?" She grinned, her head turning to look up at him, "Will I get to hear them first?" 
"You know you will. You always get to listen to them first you know that." He chuckles, leaning down to kiss her. 
He rubbed his thumbs under her tired eyes as he cupped her cheeks, "Get some sleep darling, please." 
"Can I have a kiss first?" She pouts, her eyes gazing up at him.
He snickered and kissed her the same way he did when he first met her, leaving her in a daze as he left her in the kitchen and walked out of the house to get to the studio. 
"I think I want to marry her," Harry spoke aloud, his friend Mitch turning to him.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I want to marry her." 
"Good for you, man. She's good for you." He gives him a friendly pat on the back. 
Harry drove home with a memory stick sitting in the passenger seat of his car. He also had an engagement ring in his back pocket that he picked up on his way home. It was cheap and fake, costing him just thirty pounds, but he planned on buying her a new one when he sold some of his demos to other artists. 
When he walked through the door, he noticed Y/N was no longer at her computer. He walked into the lounge and saw her passed out on the sofa, a loaf of bread was on the coffee table with a tub of butter and a knife stuck into it. 
He sat down beside her, and she stirred. "Hi baby," He stroked her hair out of her face.
"You're home." She hummed, grabbing his hand and holding it to her chest with her eyes still shut.
"Come to bed, my love." He keeps his voice down when he speaks to her. 
"But I want to hear your music." Sleep weighed heavy in her voice. 
"Y' can hear it tomorrow darling, let's go to bed." He picks her up and cradles her in his arms as he carries her up the stairs. 
"Love you," She whispers as he lays her in bed and covers her in the blanket. 
"Love you too." He grins, lazily and crawls into bed next to her, holding her tightly. 
September 16th 2024
He's never felt pain like this.
"Where is she?" He gripped onto her mother's shoulders, looking at her with pleading eyes. 
He had rushed to the hospital, cancelling his show last minute since he was touring with the band he had written songs for. They invited him at the last minute to be the opening act for their show and he accepted despite his homesickness and desire to stay with Y/N.
"Mr Styles?" A nurse approaches with a doctor beside her. 
"Is she okay? What's going on?" He was tired before he got the phone call but now he was wide awake and wasn't planning on getting sleep anytime soon. 
"Mr Styles, we're going to need you to take a seat." The Doctor places a hand on his shoulder but he brushes it off, growing frustrated. 
"Please, just tell me what's going on." 
A sigh leaves the doctor's lips, "Miss Y/L/N has had to have emergency brain surgery."
"W-What?" He froze, unsure how to process it all.
"We found a tumour in her brain that we've had to remove, the cancer is still there but-"
He blocked out the doctor's words after that, all he seemed to hear were the words 'surgery' and 'cancer'. Y/N had cancer. 
"C-Can I see her?" He had tears rolling down his cheeks. 
"She's asleep but you can go in and see her." The Doctor nods and turns to the nurse, giving her instructions. 
Everything blurred and moved in slow motion as he walked down the corridors to Y/N's room. He couldn't believe what was happening and whether or not it was real but the pain coursing through him was enough to tell him that his life had taken a turn for the worst. 
"We'll leave you alone." The nurse nods. 
Harry saw Y/N lying in the hospital bed with wires coming out of her and a bandage wrapped around her head. 
"No baby." He shook his head, "No, no, no." He walked forward and fell to his knees in front of her. 
He gripped her hand and squeezed tight, sobbing as he tried to think up ways to help her, to trade places, to take all the pain she was feeling and consume it himself. 
"You'll be fine," He whispered, kissing her cheek, "You'll be okay." All the while twisting the cheap engagement ring he had given to her before he left to tour. 
It wasn't the most extravagant engagement but it was perfect for them. Harry had taken Y/N camping for the first time but they soon realised they both hated it. It didn't help that it was pouring with rain and the tent had a hole in it. 
So, they ditched the tent and bought a cheap motel room. They had dinner at a restaurant opposite the petrol station where the food wasn't too good but they had to beat soft serve ice cream. 
Harry asked the question after they had sex in their motel room. A tangled, sweaty mess and in a haze, he just blurted out the question to which she immediately said yes and broke down crying because she loved him so much.
Later on, Y/N woke up in the evening with Harry sitting awake beside her. 
"H-Harry," She mumbled, her eyes fluttering open and close. She was very tired. 
"Hey darling," He crouched down in front of her so he was eye level with her, "M right here."
His voice always soothed her, since the very first day they met, "I'm sick aren't I?" She tears up. 
He slowly nods his head, "But you'll get better."
She wasn't so sure.
December 1st 2024
"Can we go to Italy to get married?" Y/N asked, sitting at the windowsill with a book. She was wearing a headscarf over her hairless head as the sun shone through the window. 
Harry thought she looked beautiful.
"I thought you wanted to get married here at home?" He wondered, they both wanted something simple so planned their wedding reception to be at their house in the back garden. 
She placed her book down and stood up on shaky legs. She was getting thinner the more they did chemotherapy, sometimes she could barely hold her head up from exhaustion but she was fighting her way through it all. 
She climbed onto Harry's lap who was sitting at the table writing music. "I want to go to Italy for Christmas and get married."
Harry chuckles, "I don't think people will be happy if we do all that last minute, it'll cost a lot too." 
She shakes her head, a cheeky grin on her face, "I just want it to be us two." 
He thought about it. He knew how much their families meant to the both of them and how important it was for them to be there but he couldn't lie if he said the thought didn't tempt him.
 "What about our parents?" He asked.
"Well I assume they'd be upset for a while but they'll get over it. We can have a party in the back garden just like we originally planned." She snaked her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder, he could tell she was getting tired. 
"When would you want to leave for Italy?" He wonders and she knew she had persuaded him. 
"Tomorrow." 
December 3rd 2024
They got married where they kissed on the beach. 
Y/N was rushed to the hospital in the evening. 
May 22nd 2025
Harry was alone. 
He stood in front of the mirror adjusting his tie and tried his best not to get emotional. 
He hadn't seen her in a while but he hoped she was giving him some reassurance wherever she was.
"My boy," Anne walked in, wearing a sleek dress, "You look so handsome." 
She adjusted the lapels of his suit and cupped his cheeks, a bittersweet look on her face, "They're waiting for you." 
He nodded, glanced one last time at the mirror and exhaled. 
People were already standing in the pews of the church, some were already crying as he walked to the end of the aisle. He turned around and took a heavy breath, his hands shaky. 
"You've got this," Mitch whispered, reassuringly. 
Suddenly everyone stood up as the music began to play, waiting for the love of his life to turn the corner. 
Y/N beat cancer on Harry's birthday this year. 
He cried tears of joy and they celebrated by ordering two ice cream cakes and eating them both with just two spoons and Mamma Mia playing in the background. 
They decided they wanted to get married again with a proper ceremony since their wedding in Italy was slightly tainted by the fact she had to go to hospital. Their mothers were also adamant they had another wedding they could actually attend. 
He held his breath when she walked out in a beautiful, white dress. It was a tight fitted, mermaid dress with an open back. She was adamant about having a tight fitted dress so she could see how bloated her belly got with the buffet they had for the reception. With the chemo, she couldn't stomach a lot of food but now all she wanted to do was eat and Harry loved it. 
His eyes began to water as she walked down the aisle on her own. She didn't want anyone to walk her down the aisle because she didn't like the idea of someone giving her away. No one was giving her away because she had always been Harry's right from the beginning.
"You may now kiss the bride!" Everyone cheered as the Officiant announced it. 
Y/N leaned forward and smiled, tears down her face, "Should we make out?" She whispered. 
"Most definitely." Harry smiled and it was the happiest he had ever been in his life. 
October 1st 2027
Welcome to the world, little Matilda. 
You came into this world with sun beams coming out of you and we haven't seen the rain since.
Your mother is currently asleep and I haven't got the heart to wake her up. She never ceases to amaze me with how strong she is and I've promised her months of rest since all you seemed to do was wake her up in the night with your tiny toes and little fingers pressing against her belly. 
I've loved your mother for ten whole years now and it just adds to your perfection that you were born on the day we met. 
On the day we met, I was awkward and shy and hated people which makes no sense since we were at a party. I had no intention of meeting your mother but she was there and I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. 
Don't worry Matilda, you are half your mother and will be just as pretty as she is. 
She was my first kiss, the first person I opened up to and the only person I wanted to spend my life with.
Except now we have you and my world before these ten years seems non-existent. 
I love you Matilda and no matter how much I say I love you, I will always love you more than that. 
You have my green eyes and your mother's little nose. I can already tell you have the imagination of your mother because you were grabbing at my fingers last night and making noises with a smile on your face. 
I promise to raise you with as much love as I have given your mother and I know your mother will love as hard as she loves me. Our house will be filled with nothing but love for you Matilda and I hope you hold onto that and carry it with you wherever you go. 
You will always be the light in our lives from now on my sweet Matilda. 
"Is she awake?" Y/N murmurs, eyes still shut.
"No, she's sleeping." Harry looks down at the little girl in his arms. 
"I can't believe we made her Harry." She smiles, cheeks pink, reminding him of the time they first met. 
It did amaze him how the person they created together was a product of their love. He didn't really think it possible to hold love in his hands until he held Matilda for the first time. 
"I love you, Harry." She whispers, holding his hand. 
"I love you too." He sighs, feeling utter bliss.
He would do it all again, he thought, the ups and downs and in-betweens, he'd do it all. 
Everything with you. 
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"it's so embarrassing you like that popular thing" "oh ew that geeky/strange thing is so cringe lol" "oh it's kind of weird you get excited about that harmless shit"
dude i love how ironic and jaded you are and that's so cool and sexy of you. and i am so so glad to tell you - you won!! we all had a meeting and we decided that you won, and we are writing your name on the inside of a burger king crown. the marker smeared, sorry, but we knew any form of real effort is ugly to you. but anyway. congrats! you are officially the coolest, most ironic, most jaded person in-the-world-right-now. we would throw you a party but you would think it was totally boring - and besides, we're weird so we wouldn't have been coming. we would have brought our love of beetles and of baking and of little canapes. we would have brought our artsy videogames and pages of writing. we would have written a poem with you, our hands covered in ink, and spread out a canvas to dance on, the night so lurid and pink.
but do not worry. we will not throw the party. we will just get you a ringlight and that crown i mentioned. it is a nice crown, except for where one of us dropped it.
the vote was a really hard one because we had so many cool ironic people to pick off the shelves. all of you have hands that rot fruit, how strange is that - you can't look at something without destroying it for other people. you like it when you can squeeze a person into a pinpoint - all us small ones scampering our little feet around our ugly joys. the vote was also a hard one because we kept our voices down because you don't like it when we talk too loud. you were on your phone at the time, talking to people other than us. you are a ghoul of every moment - half in, half out, you resent us for being here without shame or embarrassment.
so good news! we have invented an island for people like you. you get to go there and speak into the air things like if you still like watching harmless twitch streamers in 2023 you're fucking boring. you will say things like liveplay podcasts are fucking ugly and it's kind of awkward they try to make everything gay. on the island we made you, all of your words will have weight. they will form in the air like icicles, large white behemoth letters that will crumple in anvils around your feet. maybe we will send someone there once in a while to sweep, but honestly you might be there for a while, alone, waiting. we are busy being outside looking for mushrooms and flapping our hands and humming. we are busy kicking our little heels while we watch cringey tv. we are busy - sorry! as an apology, we have pre-filled the island with every bland, mediocre, unscented thing we could find. the island has the texture of american cheese. the island has an ocean that never gets angry. the island is perfect for you, trust me. you will be so happy there - as happy as you can be, ironically.
we want to say we are sorry for doing harmless things that you find annoying, childish, or unappealing - but we are not sorry. we thought we could help you, because we don't mind laughing at ourselves, but it turns out you are allergic to color and noise and atmosphere, so this is the best that we can do for now. we are all making a big shirt that says i voted in the ironic monarchy. we got you one that is just a fast fashion buttondown. i am so excited for you and this island and the big life you have won. you have a cool jaded grey life and miles of irony to roam. i love you! be well.
now leave us alone.
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Let me just say, I absolutely adore your writing so much!! Your More Than Anything series with Vox is honestly one of, if not my favorite Vox series!!!❤💙 I was wondering if you could do a kind of silly, fluffy imagine with Vox where they're in their early stages of flirting/crushing and the reader avoids the topic of kissing... because they think Vox isn't able to kiss with his screen? Literally before episode 8, the question in my mind was "Can the dorky TV man kiss?" And then we got confirmation he most DEFINITELY could 🤣 I just think it'd be so cute and funny for that to be something the reader was wondering as well but wasn't sure how to ask him about it without being weird lol
Oh my goodness, such high praise aaaa! I actually have a scene in my Ao3 fic based on the same concept! I'd be happy to write some awkward smoochums! This guy is such a fucking dork and I love him.
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You and Vox had been dating for a month and the overlord was on the verge of insanity. He knew that Valentino had much more intense needs when it came to physical affection than most, but he wasn't expecting such a drastic shift in needs when it came to you.
He knew that being in a real relationship was very different from what he'd experienced before with his fellow overlord. But he thought the two of you would have done something by now. Not even necessarily sex. (Although he'd definitely been fantasizing about that more than he cared to admit.)
The two of you had cuddled, slept in the same bed, and even h*ld h*nds, but you hadn't kissed yet and it wasn't for his lack of trying. He'd invited you on romantic dates and set up several perfect opportunities. But whenever he'd try to go for it, you'd always pull away before he had the chance.
He didn't understand. The two of you had been doing so well. You always seemed to be swept up in the little heated moments just as much as he was, so why?!
Vox had been completely distracted during his entire news segment and groaned as slipped into his secluded dressing room. If it wasn't for the fact that he caught sight of you in his mirror, he probably would have flipped out when he felt your arms slip around him from behind.
"What are you doing here?" he chuckled as he lifted a hand to rest on one of your arms.
"I missed you," you smile, squeezing him gently before letting go. "And I saw that..." you cringe. "Performance. You seemed off. Is something on your mind?"
Vox's eyes widened and he cursed himself mentally for putting on a subpar show in front of the camera. If you noticed, then the audience probably did as well. No one really gave half a fuck about the news, but ratings were ratings.
"It's nothing," Vox muttered. "It's just..."
He looks up at you with an unreadable expression and you gasp as he reaches up and gently takes hold of your chin. His brow furrows as he tucks your hair behind your ear and your heart races a million miles per second as he searches your blushing face for something. His eyes flick down to your lips and he slowly starts to lean, only for you to suddenly push him away.
"A-Anyways I just wanted to check in on you and see if we were still on for a movie tonight," you stammered.
Vox froze, not listening to your ramblings as he processed your deflection. He felt a sharp, cold sting of rejection in his chest and wondered if maybe you weren't as interested in the relationship as he hoped. His heart started to break, but then he noticed the way you were blushing.
"Why?" He asked quietly.
"Well, I just thought maybe you wanted to-"
"No," Vox grit his teeth as he grabbed you by the shoulders. "Why the fuck won't you kiss me? Every time I try, you pull away. We're dating, so why?"
You blinked up at him owlishly, your jaw hanging open before you grabbed his arms and breathed, "You can kiss?!"
Vox's brow furrowed as he looked you over, "Wh- The fuck are you on about? Yes, I can fucking kiss! I've been trying to kiss you for the past three goddamn weeks!"
You gasped before burying your face in your hands and groaning. "Oh my god, I thought... There were a couple times that I wondered, but this whole time I didn't think you could and I didn't want to be weird and..."
Vox stood taller as he processed your words. You didn't hate him. You weren't repulsed by him. You were just...
He burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he absolutely lost it. "O-Oh my god! You're such a fucking idiot!"
Your face was burning with embarrassment. You knew he wasn't being malicious, but you were still mortified at the misunderstanding. "Oh shut up! It's not my fault you're a flat-faced fucker!"
You were about to go bury your shame into the couch, fully expecting him to hold this against you for the rest of the day, but you were barely able to take two steps before Vox intervened.
You let out a startled yelp as you felt his claws wrap around your arm and yank you back. In the split second it took you to blink, he'd trapped you against a wall. You flinched as his hands slammed against either side of your head, trapping you as he grinned down at you.
"You are so fucking stupid," he snickered.
Your face only grew warmer as your heart pounded with mixed anger, embarrassment, and something else entirely due to the position he had you in. His hand traces lightly over your cheek before cupping the side of your face as he looks at you with the softest expression you'd ever seen from him.
You gasp as he leans down and presses his lips against yours. Your entire body feels like tiny fireworks are dancing lightly over your skin. You shiver as your hands instinctively reach up to grasp at his vest when he pulls you close.
You're both breathing much harder than is necessary when he pulls away. For a moment you just look at each other with half-lidded gazes as you process the sparks that just metaphorically and literally flew. You were pretty sure a bulb went out due to the little bits of blue energy that sparked off of your boyfriend during the kiss.
Speaking of your dork, Vox breathlessly grinned as he squeezed your arms. He let out a small laugh before stepping away from you and turning as more little sparks flew.
"Fucking finallyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Vox yelled as he pumped his arms in the air and kicked his legs like a giddy child.
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How about a 1016 miles x fem reader where his mom catches them kissing in his room 😭😭 I feel Rio would not play
Caught Red Handed
Characters: 1610!Miles Morales x Black!Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff & slight Angst
Summary: (Requested) Thanks beautiful ♥️
Warnings: awkwardness, snooping parents, Rio’s rage
A/N: Omg Rio would never play like that. I think it took a lot of convincing for you and Miles to be in the same room. Welp that's gone now. Also for my own peace of mind, Miles and Reader is 16+
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You loved kissing Miles. You loved leaving a trail of kisses on his jaw, traveling down to his neck, and traveling further down into the depths of his collarbone.
You were doing it right now. Both of you laying on his bed with you draped over his body and his hands on your thighs for stability. You heard a chuckle under his breath and you paused to look at him.
“That made you tickle,” it was more of a statement, an observation really, than a question. He didn’t answer, just avoided your eyes. You took your finger and lightly trailed leaving goosebumps in it’a wakes, leaving him a laughing mess.
“You're such a tease,” he grumbles and kisses your lips.
The both of you were so entrapped in your own world that you didn’t hear Miles’ door opening, and you most definitely didn’t notice Rio standing at the doorway with lunch in her hands.
“What are you two doing?!” You hear a yell. It sounded too much like Ms. Morales for your liking.
Both of you froze with fear and slowly turned around to see a fuming Ms. Morales. She was gripping the tray for dear life and fierce glare on her face.
You practically jump off Miles, white hot embarrassment fills every part of your body. You avoid her line of sight as you brace yourself for the inevitable verbal lashing. You don’t even dare to look at Miles, not even a secret glance in his general direction.
“So this is why y’all wanna keep the door closed all the time huh?” She questions and laughs in a mocking tone.
“Mom-“
“Don’t,” she cuts him off harshly. She closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. She opens them and they land in the space between you and Miles. “Have you two..?”
“No, we haven't,” Miles answers quickly, and somehow your embarrassment grew deeper.
She gives out a sigh and pinches her nose, “Okay, okay that's good because I will not become a grandmother right now, do you both understand?”
Both of you nod in unison. There was something more terrifying about her calm rage. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in anxiety.
She clears her throat, “Since neither of you clearly paid enough attention during sex-ed in school, I will re-teach you.”
“Huh? Mami please no. You really don’t have to,” Miles protested while you sink further into despair.
She ignores Miles and grabs a chair to sit in, “Okay so when..”
This was going to be a long night but it could definitely have been worse.
“Oh and you both are severely grounded for at least a month,” she adds before she continues on.
It was one of the worst 30 minutes of your life. Ms. Morales went really in depth on every subject related to sex education. The diseases you could catch, different methods of practicing safe sex, and the consequences of failing to do so. She painted horrifyingly graphic demonstrations too.
By the end of it, all you wanted to do was go home and erase this idea from your memory forever.
And at the end, she said, “Now maybe a month from now, after some reflection I can trust you two to be in the same room with the door open. But not right now. Do you need a ride home?” She turned to you, her gaze and voice softer than it was a moment ago
You quickly shake your head no and grab your things. As much as a car ride home would beat the 2 trains and a bus commute you had, your already cringing at the thought of how awkward and tense the car ride would be.
“No, no it’s fine Ms. Morales, I can get home on my own,” you tell her and with a quick goodbye to both of them, you were out the door.
Halfway through your train ride home and the Renaissance album you get a text from Miles. You were surprised he still has his phone.
“I’m sooo sorry for that. Shoulda locked the door next time. I'll make it up to you, promise 🙏🏿”
“I'll hold it to you Morales”
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wandasfifthwife · 2 months
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CEO!Wanda | how good am I? (18+)
Your coworkers were gossiping again, and you felt yourself cringing at their chosen topic.
How the CEO would be in bed.
Of course you knew, but your relationship was kept hidden— you both agreed it would be better for the meantime. You began to believe you avoided the topic when Sam turns to you and asks why you’ve been so quiet.
You meet everyone’s gaze, a bit speechless as you rack your brain for something to say. You didn’t want to be the odd one out and disagree, going on about how she could please anyone she brings to bed with her.
To avoid suspicion, you go with the group and agree that she’s just as stuck up at work as she is in bed. You laugh awkwardly with them, grateful that they move from the conversation relatively quickly.
It wasn’t long after that you received a text on your phone, Wanda’s contact information standing out amongst the other notifications.
Office. Now.
That was it, and it caused your nerves to spike. You excused yourself, walking towards where you know she resides. She’s sitting on the couch, papers thrown on the couch beside her and on top the coffee table she’s currently stressing over.
The door shutting catches her attention, you smile at her. She calls your name, setting some papers down and leaning back. You straddle her thighs, her hands coming to rest on your waist.
“You remember last night?”
Your cheeks heat at the thought, but you nod. She grabs your face, moving it to face hers so you would stop avoiding eye contact.
“How good was I?”
Oh.
“Wan—“ she cuts you off, shushing you.
“Oh no, baby, I heard you loud and clear. I’m sorry it’s been mediocre. I wish you would’ve told me.”
You want to shy away at her condescending tone. She brings her thumb up to her mouth and wets it. The makeup you put on that morning rubbing off on her thumb. She hums at the sight. Dark marks starting at your jaw and making their way down towards your collarbone.
“I remember you coming to me last night in almost nothing, leaning over my shoulder and saying you badly you needed me.”
She moves your neck to the side so she can see every detail clearly in better lighting.
“You were downright dripping already. Legs spread, hands gripping the table when I gave you these.”
You whine at the look she’s giving you, moving so your bodies pressed closer together. She coos, cupping your cheek. You lean to kiss her but she pulls back.
“You were moaning so loud, begging me not to stop, squeezing around my fingers when you came. And even then, you asked for more.”
She says, her thumb rubbing small circles on your cheek. Your chest grazes hers as your breathing got deeper and deeper. Your vision hazy as your mind began to grow cloudy. She kisses you for a second, and you moan, kissing her back. She indulges you only for a minute before pulling back.
“I’m sorry I can’t please you.”
“No,” you whimper with urgency in your tone, resting your forehead on hers, “no, I was lying. I dont want anyone but you.”
An amused smile appears on her face. She watches you for a minute before glancing to the clock on her wall.
“It’s only 10:30. If you do well at work, maybe I’ll give you a chance to make up what you’ve said.”
She helps you to your feet. It’s gross, feeling your thighs stick together from your arousal. She looks down to your neck once more before you leave, contemplating.
“Don’t cover them up.”
You want to cry at how embarrassing it’ll be to sit back down at your desk with your wet thighs and highlighted neck.
“Wouldn’t have happened if you disagreed. Maybe now they’ll stop gossiping and finish designing the campaign.”
She kisses you one more time before leaving you so you can walk back to your desk. It was awkward and you avoided eye contact with everyone as you sat down. All to say, nobody made another comment and you finished the campaign design that night.
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rainybubbles · 11 months
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How do you accidentally confess to COD men ?
Soap, Ghost, Alejandro, Gaz, König, Alex, Price
(Sorry in advance for my mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. So sorry if it's badly written)
S O A P :
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-"I can't lose you, Soap. Shit, you're important to me," you say while crying.
-"...I'm flattered, but can you focus on fixing my leg first?" he says.
-You blinked awkwardly.
-Let's start over and try to understand this, shall we?
-Well, you were a nurse working on a military base.
-When all the doctors asked you to wake up at 3 AM, you knew something had happened. You ran to the infirmary and saw Soap.
-He was heavily injured.
-Your heart skipped a beat.
-You and Soap had known each other since his enlistment.
- You were just an apprentice nurse, and he was a cadet. He always burnt something, and you were there to look after him, even when he accidentally burnt the ass of his sergeant.
-You had a crush on him since that time, but you decided a long time ago not to act on it.
- Soap was clearly not interested in you, and he had gone out with a lot of people.
-You can definitely say you're not his type at all, and you like your bond the way it is.
-But now, seeing him like this, it was different. Your heart was overwhelmed, and your mouth spoke before you could filter what you said.
-"I can't lose you, Soap. Shit, you're important to me," you say while crying.
-"...I'm flattered, but can you focus on fixing my leg first?" he says.
-You blinked awkwardly.
-"Yes, I'm sorry. I'm not ethical at all. You need help, and I'm talking nonsense."
-You helped the doctors and quickly went outside when you finished, in order to think about what had just happened.
-"Shit, it was so awkward. I really thought we were in a movie or something," you said, angry at yourself.
-"Well, honestly, it was fun to see you like that. I mean, it could have been the climax of a movie if Ghost had started to play the violin, and a slow-mo started on your face," a voice joked.
-You turned around and saw Soap.
-"You're supposed to lay down. You can't walk."
-"What can I say? Seeing you make miracles," he says with a smirk.
-You sighed and walked towards him, offering your arms to lead him to a bed. He smiled.
-"I'm sorry for what happened. I shouldn't have said that," you said.
-"But you mean it?"
-"That's not the point. It was not the moment, and I know the answer. It was just cringe."
-"...damn, loving me is cringe?" Soap said teasing you.
-"That's- you know that's not what I mean."
-"Yes, I know. I feel the same, by the way."
-"But you..."
-"It's been three months, I realize. I know it's longer for you."
-"You noticed," you realized, all these years thinking you were good at hiding it were in fact obvious to him.
-"Yes, but you decided not to tell anything, so I never acted on it. But I...I feel the same now, and you almost confessed, so can you give me a chance?"
-"You mean when you can take me on a date and not bleed to death?" you said, looking at his injuries.
-"Yes," he chuckled.
-"Okay," you whispered, scared that it was a dream.
-"Okay," he repeated with a smile.
G H O S T :
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-"WHAT DO I DO NOW ?!" you screamed and looked at your friend.
-"Just...explain to him."
-"Oh yeah and how do you explain why I send him a fucking eggplant emoji at 4 AM without anything ?" you screamed panicked
-"Tell him the truth." your friend casually says.
-"He won't believe me. Like 'hey I sent you this emoji not because I want to fuck you, but because my brother sent me a lot of memes with eggplant so every night we sent this emoji to each other laughing. And I made a mistake and sent this to you, not him. Nobody does that. He won't believe me." you sigh."Oh fuck, he rode the text."
-"Well...he's your crush no ? I mean you talk about him often so if anything happens it could be good."
-"Yes he is, but I don't want to confess, not now. Fuck, I only met him like three times and only thanks to Soap. We're just acquaintance. I only have his number because I'm Soap's emergency contact."
-"And now he thinks you want to fuck him." your friends resumes
-"Thanks for your help." you say sarcastically."Shit he's writing, what would he say ?"
-"Well I bet on a peach emoji."
-You looked at your friend and showed them your middle finger.
-"What if I make things awkward and-"
-"You are always awkward."your friend interrupts you.
-"...thanks for your support." you said ironically.
-"I mean the worst is that he says no and when you'll meet again the only thing he remembers will be this fucking emoji. That's fine."your friend says.
-"No. I don't want to be the eggplant emoji in his mind."
-"It's too late."
-A ring interrupted your conversation.
-"It's him." you said looking at your notification.
-"And ?"
-"He sent a comma."
-"A comma?" your friend asks lost
-"Yes."
-"what does it mean ?"
-"I DON'T KNOW ! Does it mean he stops to breathe, or I should breathe or-"
-"Or he made a mistake and typed wrong."
-"No, he's good with his hands."
-"I don't want to know how you know that." your friend says looking at you
-"...I wasn't implying anything weird. He's a fucking military." you answered.
-"Ok. So what do you do ?"
-"I could send a comma too ?"
-"Yay revise your punctuations with Y/N and Ghost." your friend says ironically.
-"I...oh fuck, he sent another text."
-"And ?" your friend asks
-"Does the eggplant be used to convey a desire to meet me or is it some weird shit like Soap does usually,"you read out loud his text
-"he texts like a grandpa." your friend comments
-"Fuck you." you say.
-"Calm down, I'm just saying the truth. You should answer it's because you want him."
-"No way, I told you we're acquaintances. I have a crush yes, but we don't know each other well and I-"
-Ting.
-Another text from him.
-"Because it's okay in both cases." he texted you.
-"Oh fuck." you say with your eyes widen.
-"You can say that again !" your friend laughs.
A L E J A N D R O :
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-Being a soldier means living in a community. And even if sometimes you're lucky and have your own little room, it's obviously not a hotel.
-So when Alejandro was doing a patrol to check everyone was asleep, he didn't expect to overhear you.
- But it was normal, the walls were thin and he could hear Rudy's snore from here.
-So yes, he heard you talking in your sleep.
-Except it was a fever dream you were having, and it was his name you were whispering.
-He froze.
-He didn't want to intrude, so he stepped back, but it was too late.
- He heard you clearly because of those thin walls.
-The next morning, when all his soldiers were eating together and you were present he couldn't stop looking at you. He didn't know what to do.
-He was not a moron, and he didn't want to confront you about that, but keeping this silent was also horrible.
-"Everything is good, Ale?" Rudy asks.
-"...I overheard something."
-"Let me guess, two soldiers making out? It's like the fourth time this week. Are they rabbits or what?" Rudy sighs at the new cadets.
-"No, it was not two soldiers," Alejandro answers.
-"Oh." Rudy realizes, "oh. Well...it's also common to do it solo. Why are you making this a big deal?"
-"Because they say my name."
-Rudy chokes on his bread and starts laughing.
-"Why do you find this funny?" Alejandro whispers angrily.
-"Because you seem all flustered. You're usually a smooth talker, but you seem so shy about it. It's not the first time a soldier has a crush on you, Alejandro."
-"I know, but it's different."
-"And why is it different?"
-"It's them."
-Rudy smirks.
-"I see."
-"But I can't say I overheard them, but I want to tell them I feel the same. How do I do this when all I could think when I see them is this memory?"
-"Be honest, you don't know how to lie. You're an honest man, Alejandro."
-"You're right, I have to tell them," Alejandro says. He's brave, he can do that.
-"They're coming, good luck," Rudy says and winks.
-You sit at your usual place, greeting everyone, and look at Alejandro.
-"Is everything okay?" you ask him when you notice his expression.
-"I overheard you," he says blankly out of nowhere.
"...can you be more clear, because I have no idea what you're talking about?" you say lost.
-"Last night, I was checking if everyone was asleep and I overheard you saying my name in a feverish dream."
-You raise your eyebrows and smirk.
-"Is that so?"
-He notices the smirk.
-"Why are you smirking?"
-"Because I was on cleaning duty this night; it's Mina who was in my room."
-"Oh."
-"Yes. I guess you have to talk to her," you say.
-"You're right. Sorry, I didn't know."
-"That's okay, but if I may ask, what were you planning to do after telling me this?" you tease him.
He notices your playful tone and smirks back.
-"That you don't need to dream, you can have me in real life."
-"Smooth, really smooth, Alejandro."
He smiles.
-"So it's a yes?"
-"Yes, but you still have to talk to Mina. I wasn't joking; it was her in my room last night."
G A Z :
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-It was a night mission.
-You were waiting with the 141 for the order to go.
-It's been hours since you were waiting, and you knew after this mission you probably couldn't see the 141 again.
-Because you were in a different unit, and your collaboration was only for this mission.
-So you knew it was probably the moment to shoot your shot with Gaz.
-You inhale and go to his figure lying in the dark.
- "Gaz, I know we get along with each other. I can't count how many nights we spent just talking to each other on the base or even how many times we laugh together.I...I'm interested in you in more of a friend way. I know it's horrible to say that now, but afterward, it will be too late. So yeah." You say.
-Silence.
-You only hear silence as the figure doesn't move.
-You feel your heart aching.
-Shit, is he rejecting you in silence without saying anything?
-You look at the ground.
-"I think you should activate your vision nocturne, soldier. Gaz is at your right."
-Shit.
-Shit, shit, shit.
- You open your eyes wide.
-You...you just confessed to Price thinking it was fucking Gaz.
-"Shit, I'm so so so sorry. I didn't mean that obviously. I-"
-"Calm down, soldier. And go talk to him. We still have time here, but look at who you're talking to." Price teases you.
-You nod and walk towards Gaz ashamed.
- "Are you okay?" Gaz asks.
-"I just made the worst mistake of my life."
-"What did you say? Did you say to Price he had a nice ass or what?" Gaz jokes to light up the mood.
- You stay silent.
-Gaz opens his mouth. "No, you-"
-"It wasn't his ass. But yeah, I basically confessed to him, because I mistook him for someone else. ?Because obviously in the dark without night vision you can't see anything."
-Gaz laughs.
-"Stop laughing, it's horrible. I'm the worst, he probably will report me."
-"No, he knew it wasn't for him, didn't he ?"
- "Yes, but it...I'm feeling so ashamed."
-"With who do you think mistake him for?" Gaz asks.
-"I don't answer that question. I have made enough confessions for today."
-"Come on, tell me."
-"Nope."
-"Let me guess then."
-"We're only five here, I don't want to let you guess."
-"Soap?"
-"Gaz, I said no."
-"Because if it's him, I don't think he-"
-"You. It was you." You say to shut him up. "Happy, now?"
-He stays silent. You look at him.
-"Yes," he says, smiling. "Even though I'm jealous that Price got the whole speech, it felt like I'm only having the crumbs." He teases you.
-"Shut up," you smile.
-"But I'm happy, I feel the same."
-"Good, because I have enough rejection for today."
-"Ohhhh, Price's rejection is not a good experience?" He jokes.
-"I could never again look at him in the eyes," you say.
K Ö N I G :
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-"I thought you were just getting to know him," Soap says.
-"Yes. And that's why I was doing."
-"So could you explain how König ended up with his vest burnt if you were just talking ?" Gaz says skeptical.
-"I...well I was lighting the vanilla candle and he was here, with his eyes and I-"
-"You were checking him out and didn't pay attention to the matchstick, isn't it ?" Soap asks.
-"I was absorbed by his eyes ! They're like so beautiful and he was so close, I-"
-"You burnt his vest." Gaz says.
-"Thanks for the reminder, Gaz. I know now my chances are ruined with him. Shit. The worst is that I can't tell him why I accidentally burnt his vest, so now he thinks I hate him."
-"Well you could find an excuse." Soap says.
-"What excuse could explain a burnt vest, Mr. explosion ?" you asked.
-"You wanted to test if his vest was fireproof." Soap tried
-"..." you said.
-"..." Gaz said.
-Soap sighed.
-"Ok it's not a good one. But I'm trying to help, okay ?"
-"I have to tell him the truth. I don't want him to think I hate him. He's so gentle with us."
-"He's here. Go !" Gaz said as he pushed you.
-You opened your eyes wide. You didn't expect you would have to do that so soon.
-You walked anxiously towards him.
-When he saw you, he stepped back a little.
-It hurt you, but it was fair after the incident.
-"Hey, König, I- I wanted to explain what happened."
-He looked at you and just nodded, waiting for your explanation.
-"In fact I burnt your vest because I was admiring your eyes.I was gazing at you. And I didn't concentrate at all on the candle and I let the matchstick fall. I'm sorry."
-He opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say.
-"I- you were gazing at me ?"
-"Yes, I find you beautiful. But it's not an excuse for what happened. I should have paid more attention to the candle" you said honestly.
-"Thanks for the compliment and the apology"
-"I hope that you don't have any grudges, or you don't think I hate you. I wanted to make it clear."
-"Oh no, well, I know it was an accident. You seem..." he stopped himself to find the right word to described how much you were screaming and scared "terrified ?"
-"Yes." you confirmed.
-"So I knew it was not intentional, but I didn't understand why. But now I know."
-"Cool, so we're okay ?" you asked.
-"You don't want to know ?"
-"Know what ?"
-"If I find you beautiful too ? If I'm gazing at you sometimes ?"
-"Oh, no. I mean I didn't expect anything, so don't feel pressured or anything and-"
-"Because I do." he interrupts you.
-"Oh."
-"Yes."
-"So if I ask you on a date ?"
-"Yes."
-"Cool, cool, cool," you said anxiously but happy
-"Tonight ?" he asked.
-"YES ! I mean, yes of course."
-He smiled under his mask and left. You walked back to Soap and Gaz.
-"So ?" Gaz asked.
-"I have a date."
-"WHAT ?" Gaz said.
-" WHY DID Y/N HAVE A DATE WHEN THEY PUT HIM ON A FIRE AND I CAN'T EVEN HAVE ONE ?!" Soap whined
-You laughed. You didn't know why, but you definitely knew you were lucky he said yes.
A L E X :
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-You were a barista at a coffee shop. You were taking Alex's order as usual, since he was a regular when your colleague interrupted you.
-"I prepared the order of the regular hottie you were talking about."
-You looked up at Alex.
-You looked at your colleague.
-He opened his eyes wide.
-"Oh shit" your colleague said.
-"I'm sorry Alex." You said, "This one is on the house and the next time my colleague will serve you. Sorry again." You gave him his coffee and left in the backs now not only your chances were ruined, but you could be possibly fired.
-Shit, it was unprofessional to talk with your colleagues about your crushes on some clients.
-But this was worst because the said client knew that now.
-He knew he was the hottie.
-"Hey", your colleague said after few minutes "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
-"That's okay you couldn't guess he was here. In fact you could because it was his order, but yeah..."
-"But I'm happy."
-"Happy ?" you said a little angry by his remarks now.
-"He let you that." he said giving you a paper.
-"What..." you took the paper and saw a number :"glad to be called a hottie by a hottie, call me."
-"oh wow"
-"It's like a romantic movie !"
-"Absolutely not."
-"YESSSSSSSS" your colleague teased you.
-"I'm just glad to not be fired right now."
P R I C E :
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-You were an interpreter. During a long, boring brief, you were chatting with Gaz.
-"Nikolai, Lasswell, Price. Kiss, marry, kill," he says.
-"Lasswell is married, Gaz." you answer.
-"Then Ghost."
-"I kill Nikolai."
-"You dare to kill him!" Gaz says shocked.
-"I mean, I like him. He's a good guy, but I don't know him well. So yes, kill him, kiss Ghost, and marry Price."
-"Your judgment is so biased," Gaz says laughing.
-"Biased?"
-"You only marry Price because you like him."
-"Yeah, that's the point of the game. It's based on preferences, Gaz," you say.
-He smiles.
-"You don't deny what I say."
-"It's because that's obvious, I have a thing for him. Plus, everybody knows Price is like the perfect husband material."
-"Hmm, thanks for your comment," a voice says.
-You and Gaz look at each other.
-The whole room is staring at you.
-Lasswell points the microphone at your right, which is still on.
-"Fuck," you say and your voice echoes throughout the room.
-"Sorry about that," Gaz says, and he switches off the microphone.
-"We are so dead," Gaz says.
-"I am so dead, you mean. I'm surprised if they don't replace me with another interpreter at the end of the day."
-The meeting ends, but as Gaz and you are leaving, you hear Price calling you.
-You hesitate but walk towards him.
-"You know what I'm about to say."
-"Yes, Sir, it was inappropriate, and we should have paid attention to the brief. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. As you can guess, my goal was not to let this slip," you answer.
-Price nods.
-"Good. You can leave."
-You leave the room.
-You thought it was the end, Price clearly rejects you.
-Yet a few weeks later, when the mission ended, Price approached you.
-You were sitting at the bar with the 141 celebrating the success.
-"So you're not working with us anymore," he said.
-"Yeah, that's the end of my mission." You answered, smiling.
-"So it's not inappropriate if I ask you on a date?"
-"A date? Wait, you-"
-"I keep my work and personal life separated."
-"Shit, so if you didn't say anything, it was because we were colleagues."
-"And because it was fun to see you defeated," he chuckles.
-"You're mean." You laugh. "But that's a yes."
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cheapshrimpysheep · 4 months
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Hi hi!! Can I request a oneshot with Sebek where he has a crush on reader but they're oblivious. Sebek himself is in denial that he might even hold feelings for somebody, but it's clear how he truly feels through his actions (aka acts of service, helping the reader). He pretends to act annoyed about it but the red on his face gives him away to everybody except reader who's just 'hes such a nice guy!". It's gotten to the point even Ace and Deuce of all people are trying to tease/hint to them about what's going awn 😭
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COMMENTS: Hi! Um... I'm not sure if this is what you wanted, but I ended up being inspired* to write a story in which Ace and Deuce, with Lilia's help, created a plan to make Sebek confess his feelings. I'm also the oblivious type in these situations so...
I hope you and all enjoy ;)
*(You can see this by the number of words I ended up writing. This doesn't usually happen to me)
CHARACTERS: Sebek Zigvolt x Reader
TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration
WORD COUNT: 1.520 words
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“Each day this gets even more ridiculous, cringe and awkward.” Ace complains. “And every time we tease them, Sebek pierces our eardrums and (Y/N) gets closer to becoming the third member of the Face Palm Club.”
“Yeah...” Deuce says “He even started appearing out of nowhere just to be useful to (Y/N), even when it's not necessary. I wonder where he learned to be so sneaky with that height and that voice.”
“In fact, the situation is starting to lose the fun it had at the beginning.” A voice suddenly said, startling Ace and Deuce. Lilia just did his upside down appearance.
“Is Sebek acting strange in Diasomnia too?” Deuce asks, after recovering from the scare.
“Well, he was always a peculiar boy.” Lilia chuckles. “I believe you also had fun teasing him.” he sighs “But Sebek's denial of (Y/N)'s obliviousness is already starting to go on for a long time. Even for me. He started talking about (Y/N) the same way he talks about Malleus.” He starts to laugh softly to himself.
“What's so funny?” Ace asks “Did you remember anything embarrassing that happened?”
“I did. One day...” Lilia had just talked to Sebek to try to get him to admit that he have a crush on you. His mission failed due to Sebek’s stubbornness. Lilia was close to the door and Sebek wasn't paying attention to it. He was yelling at another Diasomnia student for some reason. Lilia smiled mischievously and said loudly something like: “Oh (Y/N)! To what do we owe the visit?” Sebek’s thunderous voice fell silent immediately and he turned to the door with a smile that was unthinkable a second ago. Lilia was amused to see his expression turn to embarrassment upon discovering that Lilia had tricked him.”
Ace and Deuce laughed.
“Dude, the other day I was trying to hint (Y/N) that Sebek had a thing for them. Do you know what they replied to me?” Ace imitates your voice with a cute smile on his face “Aw, he's just being nice. And I was like, He’s only nice to you!”
Lilia started by laughing, but then wondered: “As (YN)’s close friends, do you think they might feel the same way about Sebek?”
“Oh, definitely!” Ace confirms “But since he's in denial, I think (Y/N) understands this as not being interested. I mean, you just said he treats Malleus the same way. Do you think he has a crush on Malleus too?” Ace laughs.
“I've been further from believing in such a thing.” Lilia whispers to himself. “But despite the treatment he gives them both is similar,” he says to them “I can distinguish between the admiration he feels for Malleus and the affection he feels for (Y/N). He sees Malleus as an extremely respectable superior. In (Y/N)'s case I believe it's more like someone weaker but worthy of his protection and respect.”
“What do you think it would be like if they finally declared themselves to each other?” Deuce asks.
“Well, as I've never seen Sebek go through anything like this before, the results might be surprising.” Lilia smiles mischievously “An experiment worth testing, don't you agree?”
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You were in Ramshackle Dorm when you hear someone knocking on the door. A strong, firm type of knocking that you recognize.
“HUMAN! How can you be so reckless with your own safety?!” Sebek says the moment you open the door. If you say "Hello to you too" before asking what he's talking about, he will blush slightly and respond: “I apologize for not greeting you properly. But Lilia-sama told me about your cursed room. And that's why I'm here.” he gets a smug on his face “Lilia-sama entrusted me with instructions to solve your problem.”
You ask him what he's talking about. You didn't have any cursed rooms. At least that you knew.
“Lilia said maybe you don't know yet. He suggested asking the ghosts if this is true. They would have more knowledge about this subject.”
You do this and the ghosts confirm it. They say yes, that there is a scary, cursed room in the dorm and that they are very grateful to Seberk for being there to help them. And you know something is up. Not with the dorm, but with the ghosts. Was Lilia messing with Sebek again and asked the ghosts for help?
The ghosts guide you to the "cursed room". If you ask where Grim is, they'll tell you he was so scared by that room that he hid in your bedroom. That excuse doesn't convince you.
“You know,” One of the ghosts tells Sebek. “We’re very happy to see that someone cares about (Y/N) as much as you do.”
Sebek starts to blush a little. “W-well, this is nothing special. Don't think I'm doing this because I have some strong feelings for (Y/N). Don't let those two Heartslabyul humans get that idea into your heads. I'm here because I was entrusted by LIlia-sama himself to solve the problem that a poor human without magic wouldn't be able to deal with.”
The ghosts look between them, disappointed by Sebek's stubbornness and denial.
Once in front of the cursed room's door, you open it. You and Sebek enter a dusty and unused room like so many others in Ramshackle Dorm. And the door abruptly shuts behind the two of you, leaving you locked inside.
Sebek takes a step as if to run towards the door but stops himself. You ask why he did that, if he wasn't going to try to open the door.
“My first instinct is to do so. But Lilia said this would happen. And that I needed to be firm and follow the instructions he had given me.”
“Which are...?” you ask.
“The ones in the paper on my pocket that Lilia said I shouldn't open until this very moment.”
Even though I knew it sounded like a Lilia prank, you also knew that it didn't matter what you said to Sebek. He never disputes Lilia's word even if it's the silliest thing anyone has ever heard. And he wasn't going to start doubting it now. Your only option, besides having a useless argument with Sebek, is to play along.
He takes the paper out of his pocket, unfolds it and reads it. The next thing you see is a look of astonishment and a loud "WHAT?!" coming from his mouth. You ask what is written on the paper and he needs a few seconds to take a deep breath before telling you. He blushed again and read it out loud.
“To break the curse, two people must sacrifice their freedom within the room, until they both confess their true feelings for each other.”
Yes, you know that sounds like a non-sense romantic trope, but once again, Sebek won't question anything Lilia says. Or in this case, writes. He turns to you.
“Well, you are the host. By all means, go first.”
Well, that all sounds to you like some kind of prank. So you decide not to tell the truth. You say you like him, but not in a way that he perceives as romantic, to protect your feelings.
“I'm glad that you realize how valuable I am in your life.” He says this with a smug that disappears right after. “You... for a human are very... respectable, and... worthy of my devotion. Yes, I think this would suffice.”
He quickly heads for the door. Pull it. It doesn't open. Push. Nothing. He starts trying to force the door open, but the only thing he can do is practically shake the wall.
He gives up, frustrated. He inhales and sighs, turns like the soldier he is and walks towards you with a determined look in his eyes. “Human, I wasn't completely honest with you. I want to reiterate that I am only doing this to break the curse! Everything that is said in this room must never leave the same! UNDERSTOOD?”
You agree. Sebek closes his eyes, as if it would be easier for him to say it. And his cheeks start to blush.
“I don't know what this is.” He opens his eyes, with that exaggeratedly angry look of his. “And I refuse to call it... being in love or, as those humans you hang out with say, having a crush.” he calms down again “What I said earlier is not a lie. I do respect you, and I do see you as one of the few worthy of my devotion. But not like the Young Master or Lilia. I...” he closes his eyes again, and his blush intensifies “I NOURISH STRONG PLEASANT FEELINGS FOR YOU! THAT IS ALL I KNOW!”
You take this opportunity to be honest with him as well. In your own way and with your words you say that you feel the same way about him. You two are silent for a few seconds after that. Sebek doesn't know what to say or what to do, he just lets himself look at you with a surprised and affectionate look that you've never seen before.
The door slowly opens by itself.
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sh1-n0bu · 5 months
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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!
day 14: sensory deprivation with diluc from genshin impact
warnings: sensory deprivation, blindfold, bondage, mouth gag, handjob, orgasm denial
notes: first time writing abt diluc in smexy way lessgooooo
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diluc was never one to get kinky in the bedroom. if anything, your lover preferred soft and slow sex — lazy sex, if you will — with a few bondages or blindfolds thrown in here and there. when had one too many drinks and playing “spill your guts” with kaeya and rosaria, they made a bet in front of you that you can’t ever get diluc to do more than just that.
and what did your drunk ass do? accept the bet of course.
it was a but confusing at first. despite saying that you wanted to take your bedroom experiences with your fiance to the next level, you… also lacked in knowledge of kinks and bdsm. which led you to borrow a book about it from lisa’s library. to which, the ever so smug witch teased you at.
flipping through the guide for kinks book, you came across many things. ones that seemed vanilla and could work to you two. ones that made you cringe. ones that made you literally shut the book, place it down and walk in circles around the room because why would anyone be into being fucked when threatened? aka, fear kink.
to say that the rest of what little innocence you had left had flew out the window would be an understatement.
but after losing so many brain cells and sacrificing your shreds of sanity, you came to a conclusion. ‘sensory deprivation’ — a kink in which you take away your partner’s senses for a moment to heighten their pleasure. sounds simple, sweet and pleasurable. considering diluc was already into bondage, it could work.
now what remained was on how to bring it up to him…
yes, you also lost a lot of brain cells trying to come up with a way to bring up the kink to him. just saying it on a peaceful dinner or lunch would be awkward. during cuddling is basically impossible since your overworked fiance drops dead the moment he feels the warmth of your embrace.
good thing your forgetful self left the book on your nightstand to which your sharp lover had found. just reading the title written on the hardcover book was enough to make the young lord cough and hide the flush of his cheeks. you were not the one to bring up the topic first. your lover, who’s face was burning hotter and hotter by the second, was.
by the time you two finally managed to come to an agreement that yes, you two will try sensory deprivation, the room was already significantly warmer than it was before. a result of your fiance’s vision.
hands tied behind his back, a ball gag placed securely in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes. in a way, diluc was glad for the blindfold. if he were to ever take a glance of himself in such a compromising position or to meet your eyes, he was sure that he might set something on fire. literally.
he could hear you shuffling around the room. his other senses being temporarily restricted caused his hearing to be more hyper than before. every little breathe, shuffle of the sheets, he heard them all. and it caused his heart to beat faster in his chest, excited, nervous and most definitely aroused judging by his cock standing hard and weeping pre.
the gentle hug with your chest to his back catches him by surprise, jolting slightly in place with a muffled grunt.
“sorry. did i scare you?” you ask, peppering kisses on the freckles littered on his shoulder. he shakes his head ‘no’, wanting to assure you with his words but forgetting the ball gag in his mouth. so, he simply settles on nodding or shaking his head instead.
“can i touch you ‘luc? do you mind?” you ask again, nails grazing against his naval slowly. although you may not have intended it, diluc felt teased by your hand ghosting over his member but never touching it. the red head nods, soft and curly hair locks draping over his back. how he always manages to look so beautiful so effortlessly makes you jealous sometimes.
placing soft kisses on his neck, whispering praises of how he was such a sweet and considerate lover for agreeing to try this new thing together, sweet nothings about how you were the luckiest person on earth for having such a wonderful man for a fiance, you slowly rub his pre over his tip. he was already breathing hard and you hadn’t even started yet.
“mmngh—!” a sharp whine and a startled sound comes from diluc when the cold lube dribbled on his cock, hips twitching in a sharp motion that made him seem like he wanted to get away. but he eventually calmed down and relaxed back into you when you soothed him with more sweet nothings, spreading the lube over his cock gently.
archons, has your hand always felt this good or was it him being pent up? he could no longer focus on your words but only on your hand. your hand that’s wrapped around his member, pumping him slowly. ever so often, your thumb would pay a little bit of extra attention to his tip or the sensitive underside of the tip. each time, without fail, diluc’s muffled moans would get a bit louder.
not so long after, he was completely relaxed in your arms. leaning his back against your chest, spreading his legs open just a little bit more for you each time your hand would slow down. muffled moans and words coming from behind his ball gag, he could feel the tightening in his stomach the more your thumb massaged that one spot under his tip. he was so deeply lost in the feeling, in your hand, in your scent, in your presence that he was desperately trying to fuck himself into your closed fist.
maybe that’s why you wanted to be just a little bit mean to him. the more erratic his hips moved, the more his legs tried to close around your hand before remembering his place and opening his legs wider, the more debauched his sounds got, you knew he was close to coming. and when the damn nearly burst and he could enjoy the blissful feeling of his orgasm washing over himself, you let go of his cock. making the hardened member hit his stomach softly.
“mmngh! unngh!! ghuuck!” the red head lets out a loud, shrill sounding whines. hips twitching in place to try and chase after your hand, chase after that blinding feeling of finally coming on your hand. that feeling that fills his heart and stomach with a fuzzy warm feeling as you coo soft praises into his ear.
in response, you only chuckled softly, placing your hands on the inside of his flexing thighs. that only worsened his whining.
“not yet, honey. i wanna delay it just a little bit, okay?” you coo, hands massaging his inner thighs, naval and around his leaking pitiful cock but never touching it. all he could hope for was for you to be kind on him.
and yes, you definitely won that bet.
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usedtobecooler · 1 year
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If you’re looking for ideas: Riding Virgin Eddie’s face.
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what the fuck i'm losing my absolute shit over this.
part one // part two // part three // part four
Pairing | Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), oral f receiving, handjobs, corruption kink, dirty talking, lil bit of angst and confusion, lots of words of praise (being called pretty, handsome), dumbification (reader thinks eddie is a bit of an idiot).
Word Count | 3k
A/N | at this point i think i need some fucking help because what the hell am i actually playing at doing this again when i literally just posted the last part yesterday. anyway, i need to take a cold shower after this.
Things are a bit awkward for a while after your previous encounter with Eddie, which saddens you. He was acting more awkward than usual, he tensed up whenever you'd brush by him and things in general just weren't quite how they used to be. There was a shift in energy and you'd come to the conclusion that you'd scared him off.
He didn't even catch a ride home with you anymore, his van finally getting fixed just as Winter crept in, which meant you didn't get to corner him anywhere to press him on it.
Maybe Eddie just isn't interested in me, maybe he's gone out and found another girl instead (which is fine, you definitely wouldn't ponder on it too long and you definitely didn't feel a pang of hurt in your chest at the thought), maybe it had awakened something in him and he decided he wasn't interested in sex at all.
Either way, you were giving him his space and waiting for him to come to you when he was ready. Because, irregardless of how you felt about him and how you ached to have his fingers and mouth all over you again, you also were respectful of boundaries and you knew not to push him when he wasn't ready.
It's a particularly quiet Monday shift, Christmas had been and gone and that left the January slump. You're sitting perched pretty on a twirling stool, swinging it back and forth a little with your foot that's resting on a bit of wood below your feet. Your chin is in your hand as you lean onto the counter, big jumper drowning you to block out the chill of the cool, snowy air blasting through the drafty door every so often.
Eddie is... well he's Eddie. Keeping himself occupied arranging some new tapes that had come in just before Christmas when you had no time to sort them. He wasn't usually so quick to actually do the work you were paid to do, usually sat on his ass all day like you did and would flip through his weird comic books.
You break the almost tense silence with a loud sigh, getting agitated with watching and hearing Eddie doing his work, "Eddie, honey, you've been rearranging A through D for the last hour, there can't be anything left that you've missed."
He actually has the nerve to roll his eyes at you, not daring to look up and face you but you catch him doing it. What a little brat.
"Eddie, what have I actually done wrong?" And oh, there it is, tumbling out of your mouth like an intrusive thought let loose before you can catch it and swallow it back up.
"You've done nothing wrong." He mutters, letting his curls fall over his face to hide himself from your view, "I just feel... awkward, is all. Like I can't look you in the face because I keep picturing what we did."
Oh.
Oh.
"Did you not like it or somethin'? Cause to me it seemed like you did." You're huffing and puffing like a spoilt kid, if you were standing up you'd of been stomping your foot.
"I-I did like it, that's the problem," Eddie sighs, defeated as he throws his head back and looks up at the ceiling like it's the most interesting thing in the world, "but how can I look at you and go on like before when you made me, well."
He's such a virgin. He can't even get the words out right without cringing and you're caught halfway between endeared and annoyed.
"You jizzed in your pants, Eds. Jesus Christ." You spit it out for him and it comes out harsher than you had meant, you inwardly cringe at yourself when you see the downtrodden look on his face, like a puppy that's been kicked, "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean it like that, handsome. It's just... it happened and I enjoyed it too."
"Why are you doing this?" He asks eventually, looking at you now with his big, wet puppy dog eyes and your legs turn to jelly, he's just so fucking pretty, "Is it... is it like a joke or something? Did somebody put you up to it?"
You gawp at him open mouthed for a second, "Ouch, that hurt. Are you that oblivious to how much I actually like you? I've literally had to stop myself pouncing on you from the day we met. You're just so goddamn pretty. I sort of guessed you were kinda inexperienced but I didn't know you were a virgin until you admitted it to me that night. I jus' wanna show you how to make a girl feel good. You didn't even need my help, you fucked me with your fingers so good all on your own."
You can't help it, you squeeze your thighs together as the heat creeps up your neck remembering just how well Eddie had fingered you, how he'd brought you to the edge so fast with little instruction. He was perfect.
He looks at you for a second, all dumb and wide eyed, before glancing at the clock, noticing the time and realising you should've shut ten minutes ago. He prances over to lock the door, then swiftly exits through to the back where the break room and bathroom were.
You follow Eddie wordlessly, jumping down from the stool and wandering through not far behind. You're gonna talk about this before you lose your nerve and make things worse.
He makes for the bathroom and before he can shut the door you place your hand on it, shoving your way in and slamming it behind you.
It's like a fucking airplane bathroom, you're wedged up against the door and Eddie's back is up against the sink. He's looking at you all bug eyed, in a silent 'what the fuck', but he's not saying anything to get you to leave.
"You just gonna stand there and look all pretty and stupid or are you gonna talk?" You ask, folding your arms over your chest. You notice Eddie's idiotic glance down at your tits, all squished together under the pressure of your arms and you laugh sarcastically - right in his face. Incredible.
"I just wanted to take a piss." He says it like he's dumb and at this point you're starting to question if he truly is as stupid as he makes himself out to be around you.
Eddie's big, wet loser boy eyes have you captured. Have done from the get go. You find yourself relaxing a bit and losing your hard stare as you finally drink in his appearance properly for the first time in weeks. His lips are so full and red, albeit chapped from the cold weather, and his nose is all cute. Suddenly you realise all you can think about is shoving his stupid face into your cunt and riding it senseless.
He makes the first move, which. My god. His hand comes out to grip at your squishy cheeks carefully, thumb rubbing along your bottom lip and his long fingers fanning up the side of your face, the tips resting gently in your hair.
You melt into his touch, lunging forward to capture his lips and instantly you're licking into his mouth. You want Eddie all over you, consuming your entire being.
He's still so shit at kissing but he'll get there eventually with some coaching. It's hot the way that he basically drools into your mouth, tongue lapping at yours gingerly like he's frightened. One day, you think, he'll be confident enough to spit in your mouth and make you swallow it.
Baby steps, you think to yourself, trying to rewind back from that thought.
"Can I, uh, can I do something?" Eddie asks quietly once he pulls away from your mouth, a string of spit following and you have to shut your eyes and clench your thighs at the sight of it.
You nod fervently, gasping out loud when he drops to his knees in front of you like a bitch in heat. Your tummy quivers, anticipating what he's going to do next.
Eddie's hands slide up your thighs, covered in thick black tights this time because it's too cold for fishnets in this damn snow, gingerly resting just below the cut of your big sweater. He's looking up at you again with his big sparkling eyes, leaning his cheek against the meat of your left thigh, and from this angle he looks so submissive. Your cunt clenches around nothing at the sight.
"Are you insinuating what I think you are?" You ask, voice quivering a little, just to make sure you're getting this right, "You wanna lick me out?"
Eddie cringes a little at the way you word it, cheeks flushing red, but he nods and grips onto your thighs in reply, "You could - you could show me how."
"Baby boy," You coo, running your hand over his curls and gripping them a little. You don't miss the way Eddie keens into the touch, a breathy sigh shuddering out of him, "I'll show you anything you want me to show you. Slide my tights down."
It happens in a weird blur, Eddie leans back on his haunches and grips the material of your tights in between his fingers, tugging them down slowly and pulling your panties along. By accident, you'd assume, with the sheepish look he gives you when he realises.
There's no patience for you to toe your beaten Docs off to help slide your tights off, so they're left pooled around your ankles. You take it upon yourself to spread your legs and Eddie eagerly looks, eyes bugging out at the sight of your slick pussy in some real lighting.
"All that's for you, pretty boy," It's true, really. You were wet just from looking at his face and the careful way he spoke to you and asked you for things, "Y'gonna lean forward and put your mouth to work? Just start by licking flat against me so you can feel it out."
Eddie does what you tell him to without question, nudging forward in between your open legs and dipping down to lick a flat stripe up your pussy, his fat tongue gliding right between your folds, catching your clit just barely at the end.
"That's it, Eddie, fuck," You shiver, hand instinctively coming back out to grasp at the curls on top of his head. He's looking at you still, wet eyes glimmering, nose perched perfectly on your mound, he's like a wet fucking dream, "keep doing that and I'll help, 'kay?"
It's almost like Eddie was naturally made to be buried face deep in pussy because his enthusiasm is unmatched. He begins this assault on your cunt like his life depends on it, hands gripping your thighs tight for purchase, as he licks fat stripes up and down your pussy, there's no rhythm at all but that doesn't matter. He finds your clit as quickly this time as the last time and he points his tongue to lick over it lazily, flicking that bundle of nerves just right.
You can't take your eyes off of him, legs shaking and hands tightening in his hair so hard he moans. You'd need to come back to that another time, because what the fuck?
"Shit, Eddie, your mouth is sinful," You choke out, fucking your hips up against his face a little when he sucks at your clit, "you didn't need any help, you - god, right there - knew exactly what to do already."
Eddie finds his rhythm slowly but surely and you finally shut your eyes, thumping your head back against the door. He's licking at your opening, dipping his tongue in and out experimentally, nose pressed tightly into your cunt, rubbing at your clit. You don't know how he's breathing but you don't care and you're thinking he doesn't either.
Your hips move of their own accord, back and forth, the sweet catch and drag of his nose over your clit and his tongue flicking back and forth is bringing you close to your peak ridiculously quick.
You're gonna give him an ego at this rate and you can't risk that. You need him bashful and dumb for a bit longer yet.
Suddenly, a moan grumbles out of Eddie's throat and it vibrates against your cunt. You chance a peek down and you realise one of his hands is gone and pressing tightly against his covered cock. He's a fucking mess, eyes wet from tears and he's panting against you in between devouring your pussy.
"You gonna cum in your, God, pants again? With my sweet pussy in your mouth?" You're losing it but you can't help but tease Eddie, watching intently as your hips rock back and forth, the sweet drag of the bulb of his nose over your clit driving you wild.
He's moaning like crazy and you can feel him jerking into his own hand, still not even attempting to get his hand in, just happy to have the little bit of friction.
Eddie cums quick and sudden, you can tell by the way his mouth falters on your cunt and the whine that escapes him, his eyes finally leaving yours and squeezing shut.
"That's it, cum in your pants again. Fuck, this is so hot," You're whining, rubbing furiously against Eddie's face again, but now he's gripping your thighs again and back to assaulting your clit with intent, nose buried into your mound once again. He's clearly trying to get you there, you can tell by the way his brows are furrowed and he looks like he's concentrating.
"Uh, that's it, keep doing that," You're a whining, babbling mess now, the pressure in your tummy mounting fast, building hot and making goosebumps spread all over your body, "I'm cumming, shit, Eddie, fuck, fuck, fuck."
You moan so loud if anyone was around they'd of heard you clear as day, your grip in his hair so tight it's got to fucking hurt, thighs squeezing around his head as you almost double over on top of him, your orgasm shaking through you so violently your legs are buckling.
It takes you a second to come to, pulling yourself back up and releasing Eddie's hair sheepishly. He's looking at you all dumb with a big grin, his face and neck covered in your release and your cunt squeezes around nothing at the sight.
"You really do have me losing my mind here, handsome," You sigh, helping him up off of his knees and cringing at the cracking his bones do as he straightens himself out.
You can't help it, peaking down to see the wet patch formed on the front of his worn in jeans, but you notice this time his cock is still straining against the zipper, "Are you... are you hard again?" You ask, eyes lighting up.
Eddie nods, "Sorry, s'just. That was so hot and I really liked it," He's all bashful, red in the face and his brown eyes glistening like a puppy who's being played with.
"Don't be sorry," You puff out a little laugh as you bend down to pull your panties and tights back up, snapping them against your belly, "can I touch you?"
"Are- are you sure? You don't have to, shit," Eddie's stumbling over his words, gasping when your hands effortlessly work on his button and zip on his jeans. You didn't have to wait any longer, the green light was there and you were taking full advantage.
You pull down his soiled pants and boxers just enough for his cock to spring out, all flushed red at the tip and begging to be touched. It's so much prettier than you hoped it'd be, matches Eddie perfectly, it's thick and long and you want your mouth around it.
That'd wait for another day, though.
Eddie is flush with embarrassment but he can't take his eyes off of you, choking on his tongue when you lean over to spit directly onto the hot head of his cock.
"Sorry handsome, this'll probably be quick for you," You admit, hand wrapping tight over the head and then spreading the spit down his shaft. You don't miss the high pitched whine that escapes his lips, you don't miss how he looks down to watch your fist fuck him expertly with wide eyes and curiosity.
"God, sweetheart, y-your hand feels so good," Eddie sounds like he's crying, voice wet and needy, but you can't tear your eyes away from his pretty cock sliding in and out of your tight fist to look. He's blurting out so much precum that your hand is slicking up and down effortlessly, you know this is gonna be over before you know it.
"Shit, shit," Eddie's gasping, hand clinging onto your shoulder for purchase. You finally look back up at him now, not wanting to miss the look on his face when he cums, thumb flicking over the head of his cock and wrist twisting, bringing him closer and closer.
"Yeah? Y'gonna cum for me? I know you want to," Your words are hot and heavy, you don't mean to sound as dirty as you do but that's the way it comes out and it works, because Eddie is fucking losing it, moaning and whining all high pitched and cute and cumming all over your fist.
You surge forward and capture his lips with yours, working him through the last of it as his cum drips down your fingers, making a mess of your sweater and his own shirt. He moans into your mouth all hot and needy, fingers still clenching your shoulder tight enough to bruise.
When you finally release his slowly softening cock and take a step back, you take in the full mess in front of you. Eddie is so red in the face, hair dripping with sweat, clothes all crumpled up and dishevelled looking.
He whines, leaning his head on your shoulder and burying his face in, "You're gonna be the death of me. Thank you, thank you."
"Don't thank me just yet, pretty boy. You can do that next time when you fuck me over the top of this sink."
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sage-green-matcha · 7 months
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KILL FOR YOU - ETHAN LANDRY 🔪
having a little fun with Ethan after your murder spree <3
MINORS DNI!
Content includes: Smut! P in V sex, blowjob, a bit of overstim! Mentions of blood, murder, gf!Reader, gf!Ethan
A/n: I love writing psychopath reader 💪
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It was off-putting, the way you hummed as you cleaned the pool of blood below you. Ethan paced back and forth as you scrubbed, trying to process what you had just done.
"Please stop spreading the blood" He left prints of red as he walked, making you have to clean up an even bigger mess.
"Sorry..." He felt his chest tighten as he listened to your calm words. It's like you had done this thousands of times before. You were so calm, so confident.
"You said you wanted me to help you with this, E" You mumbled, collecting more water into your bloody sponge.
"Do you regret it?" You asked so nicely, looking up at him with your soft, doughy eyes.
"No...I don't know" His eyebrows furrowed and you smiled, going back to cleaning.
"Richie is proud of you, you know that...right?"
To make Richie proud was all he ever wanted. Sure his father was some half-ass cop and he wanted to make him proud too. But to make Richie like him was all he ever wanted. He always looked up to him, and when he saw what he did in Woodsbooroe he knew he had to do the same.
You know, to carry the legacy.
But it wasn't him who killed the group of friends. It was you.
You knew Ethan's plan would let you experience some of your deepest desires.
The rush of killing was like no other. You felt your body get hot with each stab, every splash of blood that hit your face made you excited.
Ethan watched in horror, he thought he would enjoy watching his brother's murderers get killed. But it was the total opposite.
His skin crawled and he cringed each time the blade made contact with skin. He thought about telling you to stop, telling you he wanted to call off the plan. But it had fallen too deep, there was no going back.
"I know" he gulped and you watched as he slipped his shoes off, carefully to make sure you wouldn’t get upset.
He sat on the couch as you finished cleaning, resting his head back while trying to think.
Your eyes watched Ethan carefully, noticing how tense he was. Maybe it was because of the heavy bodies he had just dragged, or he was just stressed about what to do next.
Whatever it was, you knew you could help him.
You sat down on the sparkling wood floor. The one that was just covered in blood. But you didn't make that connection, you were too focused on Ethan.
You traced small circles on his knee, making Ethan look down at you with intimidation in his eyes.
He wasn't sure how to feel. You looked so cute, so innocent. But what you had just done made him question that.
"Talk to me" Your face was squished up against the soft cushion, your finger still moving up and down his leg.
He hesitated as he went to speak, opening his mouth before quickly closing it. "Was this the right thing to do?"
You batted your eyelashes. You were obviously annoyed. He had just had you kill 4 people...for nothing? But you didn't say that you didn't say anything. Instead, you comforted him.
"It was the best option, Ethan. The only option"
"I know, I'm just..." He bit down hard on his lip, scared to admit how he was feeling.
"I'm just confused, I thought if they were dead I would feel better...but I feel the same"
"Let me help you feel better"
The feeling in the room changed. The awkward tension became sexual and it flowed perfectly throughout the quiet room.
He wasn't sure if now was the time for something like this. But yet again, he would never say no to you. You were just trying to help him. And maybe this was just what he needed.
His cheeks were flushed pink as he nodded, giving you the green light.
Usually, you went slow with him. Giving him a handjob till you stuck his cum covered tip in your drooling mouth.
But this time you didn't have patience for any of that, and neither did Ethan.
You sat yourself between his legs, carefully undoing his belt before reaching into his boxers.
Ethan's heart raced, his tummy filled with butterflies as your hand wrapped around his warm cock.
You almost forgot how perfectly he fit in the palm of your hand, slowly pumping his hard shaft.
He shivered as you spit into your hand, a lewd moan falling from his mouth while you watched with amusement.
Precum leaked from his tip, matching the shiny spit on his cock. With every stroke you felt his veins engrave into your hand, memorizing them.
Ethan was so caught up in his own pleasure that he didn't notice you getting closer. When you paused he let out a small whimper, missing your touch.
But he wouldn't complain again, not when your lips were wrapped around him. Your tongue swirled on his tip, kissing and sucking with your entire mouth.
Ethan basically levitated, his hips twitching forward while his eyes were closed tightly.
He pushed himself deeper into your mouth, a small gag coming from your throat.
The sound made him reach for more, thrusting himself into your neck desperately.
"Shit y/n, fuckfuckfuck" Whimpers fell from your lips while tears escaped your eyes. He barely fluttered his eyes open to see you choking on his cock, the sight being one he had imagined hundreds of times before.
He felt a tight feeling in his stomach, his cock twitching in your mouth before you pulled away.
"Why...why'd you stop?" His chest rose up and down with each heavy breath. His eyebrows were furrowed, but his eyes were open just enough to see you unbutton your jeans.
You sat yourself on top of his lap, moving your panties to the side before sliding his length up and down your slit.
You shivered at the feeling, your juices mixing into each other.
Ethan placed his hand on your waist, holding back whimpers and moans while you held onto his cock.
It wasn't like Ethan to get impatient, he was always good for you. But he was desperate, pushing your hips down with a harsh motion.
You let out a small gasp, feeling his veiny cock fill you up. He stretched you out so well, making you hold onto his shoulders.
Before you moved you pushed yourself all the way down, taking every inch of him. You squeezed him tightly, whimpering at the feeling of your hole being fully stretched out.
Gently you rolled your hips, biting your lip to hide any noises. Ethan’s eyes were closed tightly, his mouth wide open while small moans fell from his lips.
The sound of skin slapping filled the room, your head falling onto his shoulder.
You could hear his muffled whines above you, his hands grabbing all over your thighs and ass.
“Shit, Eth. Making me feel so good” You could barely speak as you felt him inside of you, the feeling making you melt. You were never verbal during sex, but Ethan could get used to it.
He trusted his hips forward, his tip making contact with your G spot. Mumbled moans fell from your lips as sweat formed on your forehead.
“Y/n…” A quiet groan fell from his lips, stopped by your teeth digging into his clothed shoulder.
You pushed your hand under his shirt, running it on his toned chest. “Take it off”
You continued to bounce as he slipped it off, Ethan messily throwing it to the side.
Your nails scratched at his chest, your mumbled moans against his skin.
“M close” Ethan's grip got tighter, the pain from your nails shooting straight to his cock. “Cum in me”
All you wanted was to feel Ethan, to hold him close and make him feel better. You needed all of him.
He trembled at your words, his nails digging into your waist. Marks formed in your skin, deep and red but the pain felt so good.
Your face smushed against his chest as his legs started to shake. His cock twitched inside of you, the feeling of hot cum shooting into your pussy.
He tried to breathe but you were desperate for your release, overstimulating Ethan. Your legs began to shake and you melted into him once again, gasps falling messily out of your mouth.
You felt the tie in your stomach snap, legs still shaking as cum dripped out of your hole.
You pulled him into a messy kiss, running your hands through his hair. You weren’t one to express how you felt, but you needed to tell him. It overpowered everything that had just happened and you wanted him to know.
“I love you Eth, I’d kill for you again and again”
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randofantfic · 6 months
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Plot: Your dad's best friend stays at your house while he's going through a divorce. You unexpectedly run into eachother at night,naked, finding yourselves in a very awkward predicament.
Warnings: Smut. Dbf!Joel x female reader. Unprotected p/v. Implied age gap. Reader gets dicked down in her childhood bed.
"Joel is gonna stay with us for a little while, until he finds a place. He's gonna take the spare across from your room".
"Okay. S'no problem. Why though?".
Your dad shuffles on his feet, palming the back of his neck, "S' gettin' a divorce".
Your eyes go wide and you slap your hand over your hung jaw, "ohhh shit!", you say louder than you meant. "He's getting divorced!?"
"Jane he's down st-"
"- can hear ya'll down here, just so ya know", Joel calls from the living room downstairs.
You cringe as your face turns red from embarassement. "Sorry!", you call out.
Your dad sighs. "Look, just make him feel welcome. And for the love of God, don't mention it. I'm heading out to work. You and Joel can order in, I ain't cooked nothin'. See you in the mornin."
"Okayyyyy. Love you pops", you turn on your heel and head to your room. You wake up and it's dark. You lift your sleep heavy head to look at the clock on your dresser.
11 p.m.
"Shit", you grumble, throwing your body over the side of the bed before stretching out like a cat. You still have to shower and finish the finishing touches of your thesis for tomorrow. You strip bare, looking for your robe only to realize you left it hanging behind the bathroom door. It'll be quick, you think to yourself. Go fast and quietly.
You open the door, peeking out into the hallway, then your eyes meet his door. No lights, no Joel.
You whip your door open, tip toeing down the hall. You turn to go into the bathroom and run into something hard and warm. You and the hard, warm something yelp at the same time.
The light flicks on and you squint from the sudden brightness, but you quickly adjust as you step back into the hallway to see a very naked Joel in the bathroom.
Your hands go to cover your parts, your face like a deer caught in the headlights. "Oh my god, Joel!
You can't help your line of sight going from his mirrored expression down his torso to his...
"Oh, OH! OH GOD".
You turn your head to the side but can't help but side-eye it.
You hear him chuckle, but making no attempt to hide his hanging member. It hangs almost mid-thigh, slightly curved up at the wide head. He's clearly getting a kick out of this.
"It's staring at me", your voice squeaks.
He laughs out loud, walking away to grab your robe, his cock swinging with his gait. You are staring, no shame, just straight up staring at this point.
"Jesus Joel how do you walk around with that thing!? It's like a.... ", you mumble, "fucking baseball bat man".
He tosses your robe at you, you cover yourself while he bends over to retrieve a clean towel from under the sink.
Your eyes about pop out of your head, you inhale sharply through your nose, "annnnnnd we're bending over. Yep. This is happening".
He wraps the towel around his waist, then stalks up to you. He's so close, you can feel the heat from the shower he had radiating off of him, along with a mix of his natural scent and body wash. His hair is still damp, little droplets of water dripping from the ends of his curls and down his shoulders.
You walk back against the wall, chest heavily rising and falling. His hand reaches out to pull the rest of your robe over your sholder and chest, his knuckles smoothing over your skin causing your nipples to harden.
Sometime after that, you don't know how it happened, you don't even care after he stroked your third orgasm from you. His towel hangs off his hips, exposing part of a cheek, threatening to fall off with every thrust. His pace is fluid, steady and soft, feeding you his full length over and over, building you up just to tear you down, then does it over and over again while he coos at you and strokes your hair. It makes you cry out for him, his name filling the room like a song. You cling to him, legs wrapped around his hips and arms around his shoulders while he makes love to you, it's the only way you can describe it. He's so tender, attentive and hot in the way he moves in you. He looks at you with such adoration, his hands have felt every part of your body, he caresses your sweat soaked hair and thumbs the tears that spill from the corner of your eyes. He kisses your trembling lips, noses your jaw, nibbles and sucks on the collar of your neck. He's claimed you, inside and out, giving anyone after him no standing chance. He's marked you like no one ever has or ever will.
And he's your dad's friend. But you don't care. Not right now as he pulls your fourth orgasm from you. He's in you deep and fast, you're pushing away but your legs pull him in. Your back arches off the bed, head falling back while he fucks your wet release out of you.
"Fuck, fuck. Oh my god", you cry.
He's on your neck, lathering you up in hot wet kisses, the scratch from his beard burns. He flies up, bringing your hips with him as he settles on his shins in a sitting position, your body angled so your hips sit on his thighs and the rest of you lay down on the bed. He grabs your waist and fucks you hard and fast. You twist and arch off the bed, grabbing the sheets beneath you for purchase as he jolts your body up the bed.
"Joel. Fuck, gonna make me coming again. Oh god, it's so good. Fuck," you squeal.
You shake hard with the burst of extasy radiating through your body, your mouth open in a silent scream.
"God you're so good f'me. That's a girl. Takin' it so good. Fuck". He wraps an arm under your low back and leans over to bury his face in your chest. Your hands find his hair and fist it, whimpering while he fucks you through it. He's whining into your chest, hips stuttering until he pulls out, humping his release against your swollen lips, making your breath hitch.
He takes his towel behind him and cleans the both of you up before collapsing beside you on the bed. Both of you facing each other.
"Ya look beautiful like this", he traces the outline of your waist and ribs with the tips of his fingers before bringing you into him, large arms wrapping around you in a bear hug. You sigh into him and you're out.
You wake up in the morning to an empty bed and a dull ache between your legs, thinking about last night's events, your dad's best friend fucking the shit out of you in your childhood bed. Yep, that happened you sigh to yourself. You drag yourself out of bed, dreading seeing him, not knowing if it'll be awkward or not.
You head downstairs to find your dad and Joel sitting at the kitchen island with coffee. Your dad already poured you a cup and it takes a place right next to Joel's.
"Well good mornin' sunshine", your dad beams, coming over to kiss the top of your head. Joel looks up from his morning paper, giving you a wink. You sit next to him and devour your coffee. "Easy there kiddo, I made more. Hope my daughter didn't cause you too much trouble last night", your dad turned to Joel. You choke on your coffee. "See? S'what happens, drinkin' like that, ya fool", your dad grills.
"Ain't no trouble she could do that I can't handle".
Oh my God, you scream internally.
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F2l
Fake dating?
Warnings: cussing, smut. (I'm too tired to add detailed warningsbut the is the basic)
18+ MDNI
Wc. 4k
A/n: just a quickie, I don't think this is as good as I want it to be so yeah whatever.
....
"Be my girlfriend " jungkook spits out sharply. You snap your head so quick you might've snapped it.
"What the fuck jungkook " you knit your brows so tight they might touch.
" y/n relax" jungkook rolls his eyes at your reaction. "You're being dramatic"
You pull back "dramatic? You literally asked me to be your girlfriend just before going into your parents' house."
"Y/n are you going to be my girlfriend or not" there's no warmth in his words as it should be when you're asking someone to be your partner. 
You lean back against the car seat and think. You know jungkook and he's not asking you you be his girlfriend cause he loves you, he's doing it cause he did something.
"Did you lie to your parents that you have a girlfriend?" You can feel the laugh build up in your throat. And by his embarrassed face you know you're right.
He's face grows even more embarrassed when you laugh.
"Why the fuck would you do that" you say through a laugh and he's not feeling it.
"Y/n stop" the embarrassment embeds itself in his throat.
You shrug your shoulders giving in to his plea for mercy.
"My mom was bugging me about it so I'm just doing this so shut her up" he finally meets your eyes and you can see he's being genuine. You kinda feel bad for laughing now. No you don't.
"It's just for the weekend though. Then later in we can just lie that we broke up and by the next time I see her maybe I'd have a girlfriend " he looks at your face and he can't determine if you're pitying him or feeling sad.
"What's wrong?" He says. You didn't even realise that your face had fallen.
"No. Nothing " you smile. "The thing is will they believe. We've been friends for a long time I doubt they would believe"
"Don't worry about that. My mom has always suspected we liked each other anyways" he mumbles out like it's nothing.
"Ew" you turn to look out the window.
You don't see it but you can feel jungkook stare at you.
"What do you mean ew "
You open the car door. " I mean EW I could never like you" you blunt out. "Now let's go in boyfriend " it feels weird saying that to jungkook, but it doesn't mean anything so it doesn't matter.
You shut the door and jungkook watches you walk to the door to his parent's front door. He snaps out of watching you when you turn to call him over with a face feigning anger.
He smiles before locking the car.
He knows you've agreed to help him but he still doesn't know how you feel about it. Does it bother you?
You flinch when you feel jungkook's hand on your lower.
"Ready babe?"
"Ready" you smile hoping your artificial blush is hiding the real one.
....
"I knew you two would start dating eventually " jungkook's mother says across the dinner table.
Jungkook cringes feeling the awkward conversation coming up. You cringe at the sad fact that all of this is a ruse and she seems so happy about it.
"Keep this between the two of us y/n" she whispers to you but every could hear "I preferred you over all of his other girlfriends. I was just waiting for him to grow a pair and ask you out"
"You're such a beautiful girl y/n, can't wait till you're Mrs Jeon too" she giggles out.
"Mom" jungkook calls out. "Too fast"
"Whatever, just marry her" jungkook groans when she says that.
"Mrs jeon I appreciate the compliment and the wonderful food. But I think I'm going to head to bed now"
She stops you when you try and take the dishes.
"I'll deal with that. you and jungkook should just go settle down in his bedroom"
You feel bad for letting her do the dishes but she insisted. You nod and walk to the bedroom.
Jungkook turns to his mom "please take it easy with y/n"
She looks at him with a smirk as if she doesn't know what he's talking about.
"It's her first relationship" he adds.  He knows it must be weird for you pretending to be in a relationship when you've never been in one.
You've caught yourself in flings and situationships but they've never made the relationship official so you just gave up. You've always wanted to be in a relationship,  be a girlfriend and eventually a wife, but people in this age are never into that. So you've sat waiting to find someone who wants what you want and sometimes you're jealous of how jungkook wants to be in a relationship but he says he hasn't found or can't find the right girl.
So you're both just chilling waiting for your perfect matches.
"You're sleeping on the floor right?" You ask him when he walked into the room.
"Yeah" he says and you immediately through a duvet on the carpet next to the bed.
"Damn. You don't want to share a bed that bad?" He whines.
"We've never shared a bed here. And plus you always say you'd take the floor"
All the times you and jungkook have visited his parents he's always taken the floor and you the bed. It's normal but now it's different cause you're "Dating" so you wonder if it'd be weird to not share a bed. You don't want to ask him though, don't want to seem like you want to share a bed with him.
"Don't you think it'd be weird if we don't share a bed?" Jungkook asks and you're glad it's coming from his mouth.
"I don't know maybe?" You say wanting to be nonchalant.
"I think we should share the bed" he dips the bed multiple time to check if it's still springy, it would've been a normal act if he was doing that without looking at you like a lion about to strike.
His gaze makes you heat up and glance at all things in the room apart form jungkook. But eventually your eyes meet and he's grinning.  He's fucking with you.
"You can just take the bed if you want it so bad" your words come out a little sharp cause of how flustered you are.
You walk over to the little set up on the floor and lay there.
"Yes I want the bed but I want it with you" he rushes out before thinking, he stutters after catching what he's just said.
"I don't mean it like that, I mean I think we should share the bed or my I'm will think something's up"
You get what he's saying but after what he's from blubbering out you're afraid sharing a bed would cross a boundary.
"I think we'll be fine she won't see us. It's not like she'll just walk in" you turn your body to face away from jungkook as you get comfortable on the floor.
"You didn't have to sleep on the floor you know" he says laying on the bed staring  at the ceiling.
"I'm fine like this" you say and the room goes silent.
You almost fall asleep but then you hear the door open and outside light come in. You think it's jungkook until you hear his mother's voice.
"I thought you guys would need some more blanke-"
"Mom!" Jungkook calls out and you sit up.
"Why are you two sleeping separately, the bed is big enough" she asks. "Did what I say offend you y/n"
"No no Mrs jeon, I just-" You're cut off by her angry voice.
"Did jungkook do something? " she shoots daggers at him.
"No, he didn't"
"Cause if he did I'm going to deal with him"
"Mom I didn't do anything " he defends himself.
You chuckle a bit.
"I'm talking to y/n, not you jungkook " your laughter drops to seriousness when she turns to you.
"What did he do?"
"He didn't do anything Mrs jeon, I promise " jungkook can hear the smile in your voice and you can see him roll his eyes.
"If he didn't then why are you sleeping separately"
You and jungkook both stummer with your words not knowing what do tell her.
"Jungkook is too hot" you spit and regret how it sounds. Jungkook looks at you like 'is that the best you could come up with,  but thank you :) "
You roll your eyes.
"He radiates off alot of body heat, I've been telling him to go see a doctor" you lie. Jungkook's mouth hangs open at your ability to lie to his mother face.
She nods.
"I understand.  But you should've let himsleep on the floor instead"
"I know but I just felt bad about keeping him from his childhood bed" you pout.
Jungkook can't fathom how you're able to lie right now.
"Okay then I'll leave these here. Have a good night " she says and walks out. You assume it worked cause she doesn't fuss over it.
The room is silent until jungkook speaks.
"You're such a liar "
"Would  you have preferred me saying the truth?"
He chuckles.
"So we're sharing the bed from now on? "
"Yep" you say and move to the bed where jungkook makes room for you. You're only doing this so you don't let out the secret.
"No touching" you warn him with a finger up.
"Wasn't planning on it"
He sure wasn't planning on it but he never said he didn't think of it.
...
It's 5am and you're awake. Not by your own will but by the fact the you woke up to jungkook's arm around you and you felt so comfortable.  He's hold felt so warm and comfortable, it shouldn't have. You're crossing a boundary and what makes it worse is how comfortable it feels to cross that boundary.
Bymthe time you're done getting ready for the day it's 7 am, jungkook is still asleep and his mom's making breakfast so you go downstairs to help.
You're helping her and chatting when jungkook walks into the kitchen. You don't know where his shirt has disappeared to but its gone. You watch from the corner of your eye as he walks towards,  you think he's going to walk by you until he's by your ear.
"Play along " he whispers and you're taken aback when he kisses your cheek.
"Morning baby" he says and that name numbs your tongue and you can only muster to spit out a whisper
"Morning" your stomach is in shambles. He has his hand on your back.
"Morning mom" he says still rubbing your back and causing you butterflies.
"Goodmorning" she says to him grinning at him. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah but i woke up alllll alone " he glances over to you and you roll your eyes and look away.
"That's a shame" you say sarcastically.
"Yeah it is" he shots back
His mother takes the breakfast to the dining room, leaving you and jungkook.
You think he'd let go of you and move away but he only gets closer.
"Smells good" he mumbles out.
"Oh yeah I think it's the spices " you try and keep your calm and not show him how much he's affecting. You're human and at the end of the day its hard not to react when someone is this close to you, whether it's jungkook or not.
"I wasn't talking about the food " he says by your ear and the chills run across your skin. "I was talking about you." His voice lowered plus the closeness is a killer combo.
"What do you use? I've always wanted to tell you how much I like how you smell"
"Uhhh" you move away pretending to be looking for something. "It's just some cheap perfume"
"Well it smells good" he goes back to his normal tone. He knows he's got you by the tongue so he smiles.
You just awkwardly chuckle.
"Jungkook leave y/n alone for now, she's helping with with breakfast" his mother walks in.
Jungkook raises his hands in surrender. " I'm not doing anything"
"Your father is already in the dining room go join him and have breakfast " she kicks him out. But before he leaves he gives you one last look. A look you can't decipher the meaning,  it almost feels flirtatious. No, you're just in your head. He's just playing a role, jungkook wouldn't flirt with you for real.
While sat next to jungkook when eating breakfast you can barely hear what he's saying cause you're still thinking of what happend in the kitchen,  you still have the butterflies.  And jungkook's hand on your thighs doesn't help settle them.
You feel him squeeze your thighs and it brings you to reality.
"Are you okay?" He whispers for only you and you just hum.
"Yeah I'm fine" you don't seem fine.
"Am I doing too much. Can you not handle me?" He smirks.
You scoff " You're not doing too much and I can handle you"
Jungkoook raises a brow. "can you?"
You nod.
"We'll see about that" he says.
Is that a challenge? You know know jungkook loves those.
He takes his hand off your thighs and your smile drops(unintentionally) from the loss of his touch.  But atleast you can eat without choking with every swallow.
You and jungkook haven't spoken much today, cause you and his mother have been out doing errands. Right now you're at the market picking some vegetables for dinner tonight.
"What made you say yes to jungkook" you almost didn't hear her over how hard you were gawking at the fruits.
"What do you like about him" she repeats noticing your distant gaze.
"Uhh" you find it hard to find your words. As a friend you know why you like jungkook.  He's funny, he's a great listener, he's kind, he knows how to handle you ( you mean your personality)
But as a boyfriend you have no idea what you like about him. He's not even your real boyfriend.
Plus isn't what you like about him as a friend the same thing as a boyfriend.
"He's caring,  he knows how to listen, he understands my humour" you say to and lose yourself in the thought of jungkook and he's mother can see that. It honestly makes her smile to see someone so in love with her son and to see the person her son is in love with.
If only she knew you guys were only friends,  what would she say.
"I also like how we get along and how he makes me laugh and how he handles my personality.  I like that alot" you smile and immediately catch yourself.  You seriously can't be smiling at the thought of jungkook. You've realised you've never actually thought of why jungkook is your closest friend and why you run to him for almost everything that happens in your life.
Anytime someone  breaks your heart you go to jungkook for comfort. Anytime you're stressed, you call jungkook.
You think about maybe that's why he can't find a girlfriend cause you're always calling him. Jungkook is such a good  looking guy you don't think it's that hard for him to find a girl who he can get along with. Maybe you're a pussy blocker. Shit have you been keeping jungkook from finding a girlfriend?
Cause he just says he can't find a girlfriend but you've never seen him actually put in the effort except with one.
You remember one time trying to push him to download a dating app, he did but next time you checked he hadn't even logged in and later he deleted.  You didn't want to ask or bother him about him so you left it.
"I just wanna focus on you right now, you need me and I need to take care of you" is what he told you one night when you came crying cause of your first situationships that had torn you into shreds. You couldn't remember those words after that until now, cause that day you were in shambles and couldn't hear a thing.
"Jungkook told me the same about you " her words break you out of your thoughts. What did jungkook tell her about you. " He also told me how he loves how you complete him. He feels incomplete without you"
Did he really tell her that. If it's true this might get complicated.  Cause you can barely say what you feel. This was a huge mistake, you're fucking things up. If he told her that, does he feel the same or did he just say it to play the role. He was just playing the role, but that wouldn't make you feel any better.
"He really loves you, I can tell" she adds and you sigh.
This is going to be so fuckung awkward when you 'break up'
" I have everything i need, we should head home now." She says and and you just follow her.
In the way home you've just been thinking about whether jungkook could actually like you or this is just an act for him. If it is, he's really good at it. And it's really confusing you.
You settle the bags down onto the counter and as you do you feel arms wrap around you waist.
"How was it" his low voice speaks on your neck
"Huh?" You say barely able to focus on words with the way his hands are rubbing up and down your hips. This feels to natural,  too domestic.
"How was shopping with my mom" he kisses your shoulder and you can't bring yourself to stop him.
"It was fun, I enjoyed going out with her" his nose runs up and down your neck. Jungkook can see your chest rise and fall and it encourages him to continue.
"We talked about you " you tell him.
"Oh? What did you say about me?"
"Jungkook" you gasp when he turns you around to face him.
You look into his eyes and they stare back at you, with desire and  determination to show you you can't handle jungkook.
"I missed you" he spits out and you narrow your eyes. You don't know whether he's saying it as a friend or a fake boyfriend.
"Why you looking at me like that" he moves his face closer to yours. "Can't I miss my friend or girlfriend "
Now it's frustrating you. All the emotions and feelings.
It's whilst you're having your thoughts that jungkook takes you by surprise and kisses you. His lips linger on yours for a few seconds before you pull away. if you were afraid of crossing a boundary you should be petrified by now.
"I need  to get changed" you move away from him and jungkook can feel the shift in the air. He's confused he thought this would work and make you warm up to the idea of actually being with him
But he guesses he came on too strong and now he's pushed you away.
During dinner you were low and didn't speak much, your silence even rendered a concerned look on jungkook's dad's face, who you haven't spoken to much this weekend.
After dinner you went straight to lay in bed and just stared at your phone.  You can barely do anything apart from think about what's going in with you and Jungkook.
"Hey" you hear jungkook's sorrowful voice speak.
"Hey" you reply just as sorrowful and sit up with the blanket over your legs.
Jungkook stands by the door with his hands in his sweats, he contemplates whether he should talk about what's on his mind. But if he wants this weekend to end the way he wants it to then he should talk about it.
"Are you okay?" You ask him watching his far away gaze.
"Y/n what's wrong? " he asks instead of answering your question.
"What do you mean? " You shuffle in your seat.
"You haven't been okay since-" he stares out the hallway for anyone and close the door. "-ever since what happened in the kitchen"
Jungkook slowly walks to the edge of the bed.
"Is it because of this fake dating thing,  did I make you make you uncomfortable? "
You shake your head. "Not it's not that, I fully accepted this fake dating thing "
"Then what's wrong,  I can't take you ignoring me" he says the last part almost pleading.
It's time to get it off your chest then.
"I just can't tell if your doing this, the kisses, the touches , the pet names. For show. It's really confusing and I don't even know why I think otherwise." You sigh "we should've honestly talked about boundaries before we did this."
Jungkook agrees that boundaries should've been talked about,  but he doesn't want boundaries. That wasn't his plan.
"Jungkook can you tell me something?" Jungkook hums to let you know to ask him what's on your mind. "Am I the reason that you haven't gotten a girlfriend, cause I know you and lia would've probably been married now if-" you can't finish your statement but he knows what you're trying to say " Am I a hinder to any your relationships "
You're not a hinder cause he only wants you.
"Y/n don't call yourself that" he moves closer to you. "Lia and I didn't work out and it wasn't your fault." He has his hand rubbing on your knee to comfort you.
You sigh and feel the tears coming.
"No no y/n. Don't" his hand cups your cheek and you start to sob.
"I think I fucked this up. I think I like you more than a friend" You mumble and you're shocked you had the guts to tell him. "I'm sorry I've probably fucked up our friendsh--" your shut up with Jungkook's warm lips on yours.
"You haven't fucked up anything.  I'm the one who did., I  should've just told you that I liked you instead of using lies to swoon you over " his thump wipes away a single tear on you.
"I'm sorry for putting you in this situation, i- " this time it's you who shuts him up with a kiss.
Jungkook relaxes into the kiss.
"Wait" jungkook pulls away "are a okay with th-"
"Jungkook please just kiss me, no more talking" your lips meet again and this time jungkook takes full lead.
Your head lands softly on the pillow as he hovers over you, taking every move to move deeper into the kiss.
Carefully your hand moves to his neck and then into his long hair.
The kiss feels like a long awaited quest that has been completed but that has also began a new quest. It's like something that you've been waiting for and now that you have his lips against yours something in you feels completed. Satisfied.
You feel lost and at peace in this,  his breathy kiss, his body between your thighs, his large left hand under your shirt searching for treasure and right hand stroking the back of your neck. His thump lifts your head up for a better angle to deepen the kiss.
You both can barely breath but jungkook couldn't care less, he wants to feel you, each and every part of you, he wants to find a part of you in this kiss. Jungkook knows you well, you were friends before this after all. But there just some things you can only find out whilst kissing.
Jungkook grunts when he feels you tug at his shirt.
So you're the eager kind, he smiles. He ,over away to take of his shirt and you both take the time to catch your breaths. You admire jungkook's toned torso and his inked arm, you've seen him shirtless before but seeing him under this light feels different,  it feels hot.
"your turn" he says and watches your boobs spills out as you take off your pajama top.
"Fuck. You're so beautiful " your stomach clenches at his words.
He doesn't waste anytime and has his lips around your nipple. You moan at the wetness of his tongue.
While his other hand massage you , he uses the other to move into you panties.
Your breath hitches at the cold sensation of his fingers.
Your hips grind in rhythm with jungkook's fingers. You can barely keep your mind or body straight as the sensations travel through your body, your back arches as you gasp in air.
"You're so pretty baby" he whispers and watches you squirm. "So fucking pretty" he follows your lips until he captures them and has you gasp into his mouth. You take in eachother's breaths. You can feel yourself melting against jungkook's fingers.
He adds pressure and you whimper.
"Jungkook " you whine out and he already knows "fuck I'm  going to..." you trial your sentence off with a moan.
You're almost close when you suddenly lose the sensation.
"What the heck " You're about to cuss him out when he speaks.
" I want you around me first " he leaves a peck on your lips.
Soon the sensation is back as he bucks his hips back and forth.
You can feel yourself getting pushed over the edge with each stroke.
"Please jungkook " you whine and he knows what you're pleading for.
"I got you baby" he whispers by your ear.
Soon you can feel the strong intense pleasure wash over you, you call out jungkook's name at your end.
Soon he follows after you in his release.
Jungkook peppers kisses down your neck, not ready to move away from you.  You keep your hands rubbing his back.
"Can you be my girlfriend.  Like for real this time" he asks against your neck.
" I'd prefer if you asked me when we're not from just having sex" you chuckle and he hums out agreeing.
"Then I'll take you on a date, and swoon you over with my charm."
You laugh at his cockiness.
"What about your parents?" You ask.
Jungkook shoots his head up from you, which takes you by surprise.
"My parents? Do you think they heard us?"
Your jaw drops to the floor.
" We were pretty loud they must've heard us"
"Jungkook oh my gosh,  this is so embarrassing." You cover you face "how am I going going face them tomorrow "
Jungkook watches you blush embarrassed and chuckles.
"Atleast we dont have to lie anymore"
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