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Innocence (pt. 2)

Remus Lupin x f!reader

warnings: smut, protected p in v, oral (female receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, making out, underage smoking, underage drinking, slight innocence/ corruption kink, lmk if i missed any :)

summary: remus’s obsession with your purity ring gets worse, even after he finally gets it off your finger…

word count: 3.6k

a/n: ok so for anyone wondering when i wrote this i was thinking of the remus drawn by likeafunerall because omggg they draw him so good. let me know what you guys think ofc sorry if it’s not as good as the first part, i sorta rushed to get this out smh. but i’m so in love with remus hahaha

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“Remus we shouldn’t be doing this...”

“Then tell me to stop.”

“I... fuck.”

Remus couldn’t help the smirk that took over his face. He finally had you in a spot he’d fantasized about countless times, he wasn’t going to let it go so easily. It was simple really. You were pressed against a wall, and he was on his knees in front of you. He wished he could see the look on your face, you must’ve been blushing hard, your soft eyes squeezed shut as you tried to deny yourself the pleasure your body craved. Unfortunately, your skirt was over his head and prevented him from seeing your pretty face as he ate you out.

It had been a few weeks since the first time you let him touch you, and it would be an understatement to say he enjoyed it. He was obsessed with it. He was obsessed with you. With every encounter the two of you shared it was like a part of your innocence was taken away and given to him. You were still far more innocent than anyone else in the year, without a doubt. But ever so slowly you were losing that innocence, and it drove Remus mad.

What else drove him mad was just how needy you became. You’d seek him out almost daily for some sort of touch. Whether it was for you, for him, or both of you, you wanted it. And you wanted it badly. Though the two of you agreed to keep what went on a secret from the rest of your friends, you sometimes were not the best at subtle hints. You would whisper to him how much you needed him and that was it. Who was he to deny you anyway? A lot changed in a short time, except for one thing.

The ring.

That stupid gold band remained on your finger through all of it. However, Remus would never say anything about it. He would never pressure you to go further, no matter how much he wished to. Because, despite the circumstances that brought the two of you together, he really did care about you. You were funny, sweet, and incredibly kind. What was there not to like? Your beauty spoke for itself, as did your inexperience. He would wait for you however long, or if you decided you never wanted to go all the way he wouldn’t care. You had more control over him than you knew.

“Rem...”

Your voice brought him back to reality. He hadn’t realized how through his thoughts he kept going. You were practically dripping; your arousal covered his chin. Without a second thought, he wet two of his fingers and gently thrust them inside you, only adding to the shakiness of your legs.

When you were done, he was quick to pull his head from under your skirt and look up at you. As he imagined, your face was bright red. But instead of your eyes being shut as they typically were, you looked down at him. There was a wildness in your eyes that he hadn’t seen before, like a mixture of confidence and something else he couldn’t name. It entranced him.

“You’re mad,” you mumbled as you began to fix your skirt and panties.

Remus chuckled. “Yeah, a bit.” He stood, not looking away from you for even a second. “But a lot for you.”

You smiled and looked away, your shyness returning. “Sure. So do you want to go back first or shall I?”

“You can, I have to go to the library anyway,” he answered. He also had to wait a few minutes for his boner to go away, but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“Alright.” You ran your fingers through your hair and smoothened your uniform. “Do I look normal?”

“You look beautiful,” he said. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “You are beautiful.”

You were clearly flustered at his compliment, it was adorable. “Um thank you, I’ll um see you later then yeah?”

“Yeah, see you later,” he replied.

You gave him one last smile before exiting the closet, checking both ways before doing so. Remus leaned against the wall and sighed. He really was starting to like you, and he didn’t know if that was a good thing. Relationships were never of much interest to him, he always thought they took too much effort and time away from things that actually mattered. You already consumed most of his thoughts, and you took up a decent amount of his time. For once, he didn’t know what to make of the situation. Except for one thing.

The closer the two of you got, the closer he was to getting that ring off your finger.

A smile formed on his lips.

~~~

One afternoon as the two of you sat in History of Magic together listening to Professor Binns’s long lecture about one of the Giant wars, Remus decided to test your limits.

You shared a desk in the back, Lily and Mary were in front of you. Remus glanced around the room to make sure no one was paying attention. As he expected, half the class was almost asleep, and the other half was doodling on their notes or whispering with their partners. He then looked at you. Your head was perched up on your hand, your eyes fighting to stay open. It made his chest fill with excitement.

Casually, as if he were doing nothing wrong, he placed one of his hands on your knee. Instantly your eyes opened and turned to him. He pretended not to notice, though he watched your posture change from his peripheral vision. He kept his head forward as he began to slowly creep his hand up your thigh. He moved his hand under your skirt, the feeling of your warm skin a familiar comfort.

“Remus,” you whispered his name like a warning.

As his fingertips brushed against your panties, he turned to you and lifted a finger to his lips, silently telling you to be quiet. Much to his surprise, you didn’t push him away. You only nodded your head and pretended to turn your attention back to the lecture. He slipped his fingers under your panties and found you were already wet.

Dirty girl, he thought as he began to touch you.

~~~

The fateful day came not too long after that day. Truthfully, though he had been trying to build up to it for at least a month or two, he didn’t expect it. When you first told him about what the ring symbolized, you were set on following the rules. Other guys had tried to fuck you before, he knew that, and you told him about that. So, what was different about him? Was it because the two of you had been friends since first year? Or was it because he was simply the first boy who truly tried? You were more of a mystery than he expected.

On the special day or night, Remus snuck you up to his dorm. It was during the celebration of Gryffindor winning the quidditch cup which meant no one would be in the dorm until very late, if ever. The two of you had a few drinks, but not enough to make either of you drunk. He had even convinced you to take a hit from his cigarette. Though you coughed terribly, he still thought you looked very attractive. The air that night felt different, even to him, perhaps that’s why you finally decided you wanted to go all the way.

“Did you see Sirius?” You laughed after the two of you entered the dorm. “He was starting to pour body shots.”

“He’s celebrating, let him live,” he replied with a smile.

You fell back onto his bed, and your laughter continued. He made sure to cast an extra locking spell on the door before he moved to the bed and laid down next to you. You instantly turned on your side, propped yourself up on your elbow, and stared down at him, that wild look back in your eyes.

“What’s your game then Lupin,” you said.

He looked at you confused. “What do you mean?”

“With me. I mean, we’ve known each other since we were eleven, we’ve hung around the same people, but we were never that close. Then suddenly like two months ago, you offered to have sex with me. What’s the reason?” You looked away for a few seconds. “I just... I don’t understand where it came from that’s all.”

Remus Lupin was never one who typically got stumped on a question, but at that moment he was. What was he supposed to say exactly? That he had always wondered why you wore that ring and when he found out what it was for, he wanted to see if he could get it from you? That he had become obsessed with your innocence? Neither would work, he knew that. So, he settled on the third option.

“I dunno, honestly. Why did you take me up on the offer? Or well, part of the offer.”

Once he said the words aloud, he realized how awful they sounded. He observed your face, waiting for a frown to form to indicate that you were upset. But it never came. You only gently smiled and shrugged.

“I dunno either.” You placed your hand on his chest, your left one. He watched you drag your fingers up and down his body, the ring like a painful reminder of what hadn’t happened. “But I think... I think I’m ready to take you up on the full offer.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“I know I said I didn’t plan on doing that and I’m completely contradicting myself, and I’m going against my family and my religion but I... As you said, people do it all the time and it’s normal. If you don’t want to, I understand,” you answered. Even through the dark, he could see your blush. Merlin how he loved it.

“Why would I not want to? I should be asking you that,” he replied, trying his best to keep a neutral face despite how excited he was.

“It can be intimidating, right? To be someone's first. I don’t want you to think it has to be some special big thing because it’s not. In my head, I used to think it was supposed to be all that but after starting this with you I sorta realized I don’t care for special I just you know... want it to be with you. And don’t feel pressured or anything, I’m not going to ask to be your girlfriend or any of that. I- sorry, I’m saying too much again, aren’t I?”

Remus gave you a gentle smile and took your hand in his. “No, you’re not saying too much. Actually, you’re saying about the right amount. If that’s all what you truly feel, then I’d be more than happy to oblige. But I need to know, you’re positive. What we’ve been doing is wonderful and I enjoy it very much, but if that’s all you want, we can keep it that way. I know it was special to you to wait for marriage and if that’s not the case anymore great, but I need to know you’re sure of it.”

“I am sure, I promise. I’ve been wanting to for a while, but I wanted to be sure and now I am, do you want to?” You asked shyly.

“Very much,” he said with a laugh.

“Then um... we should... right?”

“You want to right now?”

You bit down on your lip for a few seconds and nodded. “Yeah... unless you want to wait.”

“I think we’ve waited long enough,” he replied.

He was quick to kiss you. He was quick to climb over you. He was quick to undress you. But he took his time pleasing you. Despite what you said, he wanted it to be at least a bit special. So, he took his time, making you finish at least twice with his tongue and fingers before even beginning to move on to the other part.

As he slipped a rubber on, he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. If you knew the only reason, he started all of this was some sort of challenge, would you have still let him do what he was about to do? Probably not. He had feelings for you then, of course. But it would be a lie to say he did the entire time. His eyes searched your face. You were so sweet, so delicate, so innocent. And he was about to take it away.

“You’re still sure?” He asked as he moved between your legs again. His question had a far deeper meaning than you would ever know.

“Yes,” you answered, your breath still heavy from your last orgasm. “I want you.”

He positioned himself so his tip was touching your entrance. “Alright, but if it’s too much tell me.”

“I will.”

He connected your lips and ever so slowly began to push himself inside you. Even though you were very wet, you were still very tight. Remus’s breath caught in his throat as he entered you. You felt better than any girl he’d ever been with, and he was sure of it. Despite just how good it felt, he paused halfway to make sure you were still all right. Your face was scrunched up, a telltale sign that you were in pain, but you told him to keep going. Still, he double-checked before continuing.

After checking once more when he was fully in, he truly began to shag you. From the moans and whispers that left your lips, he knew you enjoyed it. It made him glad; he didn’t want you to be in pain. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dragged one of your hands down his back, your nails reassuring him just how much you were enjoying it. He laced his hand through your other one and held it against the mattress, the cold feeling of your ring making his lips turn up into a smirk.

What good was it doing then?

“Rem,” you whimpered. “God Rem.”

He looked down at you and noticed you had tears in your eyes. “Do you... want me to slow down?”

“No, please don’t, please don’t,” you replied. “It’s so good.”

“Anything for you love,” he whispered, his breathing hard.

He rested his forehead on yours and continued as long as he could, which wasn’t as long as he would’ve wanted. How was he supposed to last long though? You were so warm, so soft, and extremely tight. The second you began pulsating around him, it was over. He came so hard he lost control of himself, his body collapsed on yours. For a few seconds he swore he couldn’t breathe, his eyes were squeezed shut. But he composed himself as best as he could and moved off you to throw the condom away.

When it was done, he laid back down next to you and pulled his sheets over your naked bodies. The realization hit him. You were no longer a virgin, and he was the reason. A sense of pride filled his chest, but along with that was a feeling of compassion. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

“Aside from sore, nothing. It’s so strange, I always thought it would be a monumental moment in my life but it’s not. I’m still the same,” you answered.

He nodded. “I’m glad. So, you don’t feel any regret or anything?”

“No, do you?”

“Of course not, why would I ever regret shagging you?” He laughed.

You softly chuckled and looked up at him, your face red. “Sorry, that was stupid.”

“The sex or what I said?”

“What you said,” you replied. You turned your head and lifted your hands, a strange look on your face. “I suppose it’s time to take this off.”

“Oh, right,” he said, pretending to not care.

You pulled the ring off your finger and turned back to him, a smile on your face. “This belongs to you now, though I think I should take it home with me once summer comes. You know, so my parents don’t freak out.”

Remus took the ring from you, an indescribable feeling forming inside him. After everything, it was finally his. He’d imagined this moment many times, but never did he imagine just how victorious it would feel. The ring belonged to him now, his eyes shifted, and so did you. He placed it on his nightstand and smiled.

“I’m honored, thank you.”

You pressed yourself closer to him. “Out of every boy here Remus you’re the only one who deserves it, thank you.”

He placed a kiss on your head before falling back on the mattress, his eyes finding the ring once again.

He won.

~~~

The next day, despite still having agreed to keep things secret and unofficial, Remus did something that said the opposite of your relationship. He got ready for the day like normal, except for two aspects. One, he had to hold Sirius’s hair back as he threw up in the toilet from his hangover. And two, he wore a chain over his shirt and tie. It wasn’t just a chain though. No. It was a chain that had your ring dangling on it. He wore it like a prize, one for everyone to see.

He made his way down to the great hall for breakfast with a swing in his step and a small smile on his lips despite Sirius’s nagging to go back to bed. When he entered the great hall, he kept a straight face. Even when he caught your wide eyes, even when he heard Mary and Lily’s loud gasps, and even when James started to question him.

“You shagged y/n?” He questioned. “I didn’t even know the two of you were close. When did this happen?”

Remus only shrugged. “I dunno what you mean.”

It wasn’t until later in the day during History of Magic that he finally got a chance to speak to you. He felt a bit off as it was noticeable how uncomfortable you were sitting next to him. Lily and Mary gave him odd looks, almost as if they were disappointed in him. He didn’t care for their opinions though, yours was the only one that mattered.

“Hey,” he said after a minute or two. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” you replied, not turning your head in his direction.

“Are you still sore?” He asked, his voice quieter. He glanced around the room, a few pairs of eyes were on the two of you, but none that had any real value. Still, he found it strange they were looking.

“Yeah, but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” you answered.

He didn’t exactly know what to say. “Great.”

“Yeah.”

An awkward silence filled the air, Remus didn’t know what to make of it. You were acting differently. Were you regretting what happened? He didn’t think you did, at least, you hadn’t made any specific indicators that you did. Suddenly, his eyes fell to the chain around his neck and the realization hit him. You were uncomfortable because of the ring being on display. He felt terrible. Without another thought on it, he tucked the chain under his shirt, the cold temperature of it comforting in a way against his warm chest. Then, he looked back at you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his words genuine.

You bit down on your lip, your eyes still locked on the front of the classroom. “I- I don’t know what you’d have to be sorry for.”

“The ring I... I should’ve asked first before wearing it like this. I’m an idiot. I’m sorry for springing it on you like I did, really y/n I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable,” he explained.

“It’s fine.” You shifted. “But now... not everyone knows. And I... I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. You can tell me how you feel y/n, I would never tell anyone or judge you.” And it was true, he never would. He cared about you, more than he initially thought.

You finally turned your head to look at him. Your expression spoke for itself. You were hurt. It made something in his chest twist. “I suppose that I liked this being just... ours.”

“It still can be.”

“Can it? I mean, it feels like everyone knows now. Lily and Mary know, I assume James, Sirius, and Peter do as well. I hate the attention.” You fumbled with your fingers. “Did you... tell them anything?”

“No, nothing,” he answered. “Have you?”

“I just told Lily and Mary that nothing happened and that it was a coincidence. But... I don’t think they believe me,” you mumbled in a tone they couldn’t possibly have heard.

He licked his lips and sighed. “Then we’ll just both deny it, they can’t prove anything. I’ll keep the ring hidden and we don’t have to keep doing anything.”

Your face changed. “Oh. You don’t... you don’t want to anymore?”

“No, I do, but I thought you didn’t want to. Do you still want to?” There was hope in his voice. He assumed you wanted to be done, based on your body language at least. But the way you looked at him then spoke otherwise.

“I mean... yeah if that’s okay,” you said shyly, your cheeks turning red.

Ah, right again.

He couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips. “So, we will, it’s settled.”

“It is.”

Victory was a good feeling. You were finally his. His to taint, his to please, his to use. He touched a hand to his chest and felt the ring through the fabric of his shirt. It felt good. Very good. And who knows, perhaps one day you'd be his girlfriend.

He looked down at you.

You probably would be his girlfriend.

He smiled again.

~~~

@misacc08 @whotfskai

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parvuls · 7 months

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A Comprehensive List Of Jack's Canon Chirps

"Bittle, HEADS UP!" [Bitty passes out] "…Or get into fetal position at central ice. That's also an option."

"You've never seen the sun rise from a rink, eh? Thought you were a figure skating champion."

Bitty: "A fist bump! I didn't know you did those." Jack: "Ha - you gotta work for them."

"The sad thing is, I can tell he's lying not because of the library part? But because he'd never leave a pie unattended."

"Oh and Bittle, before I forget. This summer? Eat more protein."

"When you get Youtube famous don't go out and chirp me all over the internet, eh? 'Night."

"How many of those tweets do you start with oh my god y'all?"

"It's way too easy to make you laugh. Make sure you tweet that." [looks over Bitty's shoulder to make sure he tweets that]

[texts Bitty a smiley face] [follows up with:] "Sorry that was a typo."

"You only tweeted twice while we were working, Bittle. That's a record."

[Bitty gets knocked over] "I guess you're looking for extra checking practice, eh, Bittle?"

"We should get going and let Bittle here text about his walk to class."

Bitty: "E-excuse you, but my kitchen is no place for checking!" Jack: "…Your kitchen?" Bitty: "Well, the kitchen! Now move your big -- uhm." Jack: "My big…?"

[At Thanksgiving] "All that turkey's gonna make you slow for tomorrow, Chowder."

[To a kid wearing a Brad Marchand jersey while asking for Jack's autograph] "You know this isn't me, right?"

"17." [At Bitty's confusion:] "That's the number of pies you baked in September. In case you were wondering where your time went."

"I'm sure you'd be done [with your history essay] too if you had tweeted it. Is that an option?"

[looks at Bitty's tweets] "I said where'd you get that camera not is that the camera you use. Come on, Bittle."

[finds Bitty's surprise cookies] "I'm surprised your cookies got through costumes Bittle."

"I told my mom about all your tweeting? She says you're not following her. I'm more surprised than offended, Bittle."

"Shitty, don't you think I should get a tweet transcript or something since he quotes me so much? For legal purposes."

"Hey, Bittle. That Daily reporter didn't rope you into an interview after that jump?"

[after meeting Farmer] "She was nice, eh? Cute. …I bet you're texting about our lunch now."

[Nursey accidentally hits a kid in the face with his hockey bag] "Nice check, Nurse."

[in the middle of the night] "I figured you'd be up baking a pie or three."

[Bitty gets shoe-checked] "Hey, it's no shoes, no shirt, no service, Bittle."

"Whose shoulders are you going to sit on at Spring C, Bittle?"

[Shitty tears up while kissing the ice] "Crying a bit there, eh?"

[SMH buy Bitty a new oven] Bitty: "I need to bake something right this second!" Jack: "Stop crying first."

"If we move the kitchen table out, you can bring your bed in."

[About graduating] "The biggest change is probably my diet. Less pie."

"And hey, it's a bit different than you and Lardo, eh? Since everyone knew you were in love with her since sophomore year."

[during Falcs Faceoff] Teammate: "Heard you've never lost one a these, I'm scared." Jack: "Yeah, you should be."

[Gets chirped for dating Bitty] "This is a Samwell hockey record. Chirps lasting longer than the ones re: Holster & Esther S." Holster: "…Jack." Jack: ":)"

Nursey: "Yo, Bitty do you remember any French?" Jack: "No." Bitty: "I can speak for myself, Mr. Zimmermann." Jack: "Well. Not in French."

[To Marty & Thirdy] "Hauling your kids around on a sled just about wore you guys out, eh?"

[To Tater] "Potato champ needs more sleep, eh?"

"Bitty? Hey, bud, come on, say something -" [Bitty passes out] "Or you can pass out at center ice. I'm getting deja vu."

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #jack zimmermann #zimbits #I meant to do a VERY SERIOUS reread of the comic but then I couldn't help myself #what do you MEAN this isn't my best post ever #text

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delcakoo · 1 year

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hiii emaaaa

ok so i have a request if you can write something for riki 😋

i have this like randommmm prompt in my head “can we js forget about it?” “you mean forget about when we kisse-“”STOP”.

like an e2l 🫣 if u can write it omg its totally okay if u cant!!

mua ily 💗

part 2

SUMMARY ! how is niki supposed to focus on biology when his shy tutor is so irresistible and fun to tease?

PAIRING ! jock!niki x tutor!gn!reader

WC ! 800

WARNINGS ! smooching in the library smh

a/n: lilly baby !! this prompt is so cute omg thank u for the req <3 i hope u enjoy and ilyt :D

3:39PM — being assigned to tutor the star player on your school’s basketball team — aka the biggest slacker of them all, nishimura riki — was probably the biggest obstacle you’d face during the entirety of your high school career.

you didn’t think he was unintelligible beyond saving — no, niki was rather quick with catching onto things when he actually tried. the real problem was that he preferred to stare at your pretty face (his words, not yours) all period then listen to the mumbo jumbo of you explaining the human body’s skeletal system to him, which turned out to be a detrimental issue during your sessions.

there you both sat; legs crossed and eyes focused as you point around different parts of the skeleton in your textbook while niki rested on his elbow, staring holes into the side of your face with a tiny smirk. every once in a while you pause and look up to ensure he’s listening, which he seemed to be doing okay at to your surprise.

“and right below the patella, we have the..?” you look up at niki with a questioning gaze, waiting for him to continue your sentence and demonstrate his listening.

the boy blinks, following your finger that’s pressed on the page, tapping the answer for him blatantly. then, he smiles, biting his lip mischievously. “mm.. if you recreate what we did at our last session, i’ll say it.”

you don’t need to pause and think to remember exactly what he’s referring to. gulping slightly, you glance off to the bookshelves nearby. “look, can we just forget about that?”

“what?” his expression grows brighter, enjoying your shy reactions to the fullest, “forget about when we kissed?”

“niki, stop talking so loud-“

“why? does it make you nervous?” you don’t reply, turning away only for him to lean over the desk to see you better. “ay,” he snickers, “what’s that on your face, y/n? are you blushing for me?” he giggles proudly, reaching over to push some hair behind your ear, successfully revealing more of the apple color painting your cheeks.

the only reason you’d agreed to the whole mess that ocurred last week was because niki promised to study for his upcoming test in return, which he did. in fact — he passed with flying colors, and it only encouraged you more to help him one way or another. the potential he held was begging for assistance, and if a kiss was the cost of that, it was a price you were willing to pay.

and maybe, just maybe because deep down, you’ve been wanting to kiss him as well. niki didn’t need to know that, though.

“shut up, that was for the sake of your grades, and grades alone,” you insist sternly. “now answer my question, what’s below the catella?”

“c’mon, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it too.” annoyingly, the jock dodges your inquiry, much too intrigued with the new conversation at hand.

“yeah well i- i didn’t.” shit, did you have to stutter now of all times?

before you could process anything, niki gently grabs your jaw, angling it back towards him softly. he waits for any signs of protest while staring down at you, curly black bangs covering parts of his sharp eyes, challenge burning in them at your previous denial. when you don’t push him away, he grins cheekily before bending down to meet your lips.

the kiss was soft and quick, but the plushness and confidence in his movements still made your head dizzy even as he pulled back and surveyed your dazed features, all while licking his lips again to taste the remnants of your own.

“how about that one?” he demands.

it takes you a moment to come back to earth, shaking your head dumbly as you realize he’s asking you to rate his kissing skills. “i- it was alright..”

his tongue clicks in offense, scooting closer to you with a damaged ego and flaring determination. “never would’ve thought my little tutor would be so hard to please.” as you open your mouth to protest, niki’s lips are back on yours, and this time he’s holding the back of your neck to deepen the contact as his other hand reaches over to slam your textbook shut, making you flinch slightly in his hold. “fuck bio,” he murmurs against your lips, “i can’t let you bruise my pride like that and get away with it.”

you gulp, glancing at the library clock only to have your eyes widen in horror. shit. your session with niki ended three minutes ago, and pretty much all you’ve done is make out.

yet.. you can’t find it in you to complain when the pretty boy leans back down for more.

basketball player niki,, 😇

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strawburry01 · 9 days

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Enjoy the Silence

Summary: (college) Aaron and Y/N at a halloween party where someone gets a little drunk. Still a little conflicted angsty. Don't need to have read the other stuff leading up to this but it helps!

Word Count: 3k

AN: Guys, why do things keep happening to me? I sprained my ankle so bad running after this exchange student I met like, two nights ago, and he just laughed! SMH. Forgive me for how terribly this may read near the end- I'm just trying to get something out. I'll edit it later (maybe) (probably not) (oopsies!)

It had been about half a year of you and Aaron studying tirelessly in the library, but it wasn’t for nothing. Both of you were getting the highest scores on the exams in class and had, by the grace of god, made it onto the Dean’s list last year. It left both of you more determined than ever, but also more inseparable than ever. At this point you were both either at the library, class, or at each other’s place, much to the dismay of your roommates who would like some peace and quiet some nights. Luckily for them, this was one of the nights you were both out of the house, as it was Halloween. Well, the Friday before Halloween. Nobody really wanted to party on a Monday night.

Aaron and you had fought about matching costumes for a while because you refused to dress as Sandra from Grease because you thought she was such a pushover and gave up all her morals for Danny, even thought it would’ve made for a really good costume. He eventually gave up and just admitted he wanted to wear his leather jacket and didn’t care what you dressed as.

Well that is until you met him at his house in a matching leather jacket. He shut the door on your face before you could open your mouth.

“We are NOT showing up to a costume party MATCHING,” he shouted from the other side of the door.

“Aaron you said you wanted to match though!” you shouted back, trying to hide back your laughs.

“You know what I meant Y/N and it wasn’t this!”.

“Oh come on you kill joy everyone is going to be so jealous of how cute we look!” you laughed as you shoved your fists in your pockets, thinking you looked damn good. You heard him shuffle around on the other side of the door before finally opening it with a dramatic sigh and eye roll.

“You kill me,” he sighed as he started down the porch, letting you catch up to him. You smiled as you stepped into pace besides him. You were heading to one of his friend’s party’s for the night. Aaron insisted it would be fun, but he’d brought it up enough you were getting a little suspicious. Aaron started talking about his roommates' failed cooking attempts as you lit a cigarette between your lips.

“You’re smoking?” he asked, stopping his story and turning to you as you puffed out a cloud of smoke. You turned away trying to hide it from him.

“So what? You worried about me?” you hummed, trying to diffuse his anger as you ashed the cigarette end. He rolled his eyes and focused back onto the sidewalk.

“That’s bad for you y’know?” he stated matter-of-factly.

“I do know Aaron,” you responded in the same tone as you tapped his shoulder with your free hand. He always hated when you started smoking. It was a cycle you’d gotten yourself into at the beginning of this year starting every few weeks and then quitting whenever Aaron would start stealing and hiding your packs. You smushed your cigarette into the ground once you were finished right outside the house. Aaron had put on some sunglasses to add to his costume which you giggled at.

“Stop it, you know I look good,” he said as he threw his arm around your shoulders lazily leaning onto you as you both stood in front of the door. You laughed more and patted his chest as you snaked an arm behind his waist to steady him. His friend whips open the door and the noise of the party booms onto the porch.

“Aaron! Y/N!” he shouted, the scent of alcohol already emanating off of him, “you made it!”. Aaron hugged his friend and started talking as you nodded your hello and slipped into the thumping house, letting the two catch up. It was already packed somehow even though it had just begun, that’s what they’d get for inviting a bunch of nerds. There were several black cats of varying authenticity, a few Gene Simmon’s look-alikes, a smattering of half-assed Jedi, and a fair amount of suspect Spidermen and other superheros. You smiled peacefully to yourself, despite the chaos around you, taking in the moment and what all led to you even getting invited to such an event. You slipped a hand into the cooler to grab a beer and cracked it open to start sipping on it as you watched the crowd. You’d always been a bit of a wallflower, while Aaron was the chatty one. Sure enough, he was still chatting with his friend, just as energetic as he was before. Your old lab partner Jen spotted you at the party and danced her way through the crowed until she was by you.

“Ohmygod Y/N, so great to see you!” she shouted over the speaker. You stifle a smile seeing how out of it she was.

“Jen, how are you?” you asked, trying to be sincere, swishing your drink. She nodded enthusiastically.

“I’m so great Y/N. Who do you know here?!” she said back.

“Uhm, I’m here with Aaron,” you admitted bashfully. Sure enough Jen responded with raised eyebrows and a shoulder nudge.

“You guys are still talking? That’s going gooood?” she said, leaning closer and waggling her eyebrows. You playfully scoffed and pushed her away.

“You know it’s not like that Jen, we’re just…friends,” you said, glancing behind her at Aaron still gesticulating a story to his friend. She moved her head to block your view.

“Sure and is that why you guys are wearing matching costumes?” she accused. You rolled your eyes and sipped the beer.

“It wasn’t on purpose,” you said under your breath.

“You’re blushing!” Jen giggled obnoxiously as she shook you by the shoulders, to which you swatted her away and tried to shush her even though he was across the room. She aww-ed at your shyness and eventually calmed down. “Okay okay, but still-” she said, “you two are cute together,”.

“Thanks,” you mutter under your breath, looking around the room for Aaron again only to see he had finally moved away from his friend. Where did he go?

“Hello Jen,” he suddenly chirped, appearing besides you, double fisting two red Solo cups. “Ah cheers,” he said quickly clinking his cups to your beer.

“Hello Aaron!” she smiles back with a toothy grin, “Ugh you two look so good,” she said looking at both of you. Aaron smiled and looked down at his own outfit before looking at you and nodding, confirming her compliment.

“Thank you Jen, you look good too,” he said back, eyes glancing over her and her fairy costume.

“You’re too sweet Aaron,” she said, “Okay okay okay I’ll leave you two alone, say bye before you leave!!!” she said in an airy tone grabbing both of your forearms before wandering back into the crowd. Aaron silently took a sip of one of his drinks and smacked his lips before looking back down at you.

“She’s- something!” he remarked. You nodded and matched him with your own sip.

“She’s nice, just a bit of a party animal,” you agreed, “like someone else I know” you chuckled, elbowing Aaron.

“Pfft as if, I just like talking to people. Unlike soooome,” he retorted, elbowing you back.

“Let me catch up to you then I’ll get social” you jokingly grumbled, taking another sip. He snorted.

The party continued and Aaron and you split again. Sure enough, you do warm up to chat with your classmates and friends as you keep another beer in hand. You feel a buzz starting as you laugh loudly at someone’s joke as you attempt to land a ping pong ball into a solo cup across the table. You miss and loudly shout ‘SHIT!’, only to quickly feel a body pressed against your back, a hand holding onto your hip.

“Let me try for a redemption shot,” Aaron laughed, reverberating in your ear as someone hands him a ping pong ball. He completely misses and you both burst out laughing, and you take the opportunity to lean back on his chest, only to have his grip tighten on your hip. “I didn’t say I was going to be good,” he defended himself as you watched the opposing team try to make their shots. You reach behind yourself and pat his cheek.

“Sure you are,” you tease back, feeling his warm cheek under your hand before you go to grab another fumbled ball. It’s crazy how bad hand eye coordination gets when you’re drunk. You weren’t complaining though. Having Aaron this close was…nice, but you would never really admit it. The game continues and you two end up losing, but just barely. Aaron happily finishes the drinks as you insist you can’t handle any more, mostly because you’ve seen how long it’d been sitting out. Aaron’s fraternity brother tendencies came out whenever he was trying to impress people with these games.

You expect him to step away once the game is done, but instead he stays right where he is, moving his arms up they’re wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you close. He sets his head on your shoulder blade and sighs.

“You alright?” you ask, tilting your head to look at him. You felt him nod onto your shoulder.

“I’m doing just swell Y/N,” he says, knowing he doesn’t need to shout, which makes a chill run up your spine. He tightens his grip for a second before changing his mind, “can we go to the couch actually,” he mumbles to you. You obliged and started to weave your way through the partygoers back to the living room where you know there’s a few couches. Aaron doesn’t let go, despite stumbling a few times into your back. You throw some coats left on a couch onto the arms of it and sit down, Aaron finally releasing his hold. He flops down, laying his head on your lap, leaving his legs dangling off the end of the couch. He grumbles and groans as he throws his sunglasses off into the void of people dancing. “Y/N…I’m getting the spins,” he groans as he rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes. Oh shit, Aaron’s actually drunk.

You can’t help but gently place a hand on his hair and run your fingers through it.

“Poor Aaron drank too much?” you asked in a sing songy voice.

“Don’t baby talk me,” he whined as he lowered his hands and kept his eyes firmly shut, “can’t you just make me feel better,”.

“What would make you feel better?” you ask, raising your eyebrows to yourself. His eyes flashed open and he opened his mouth to say something, but instead of words he shoots up and promptly throws up over the side of the couch onto the ground. Yeah, good thing you didn’t drink that shit.

You make him lay down on the couch as you tie up your hair and start trying to clean up the mess. Aaron’s friend finds you trying and grabs your attention.

“Y/N, yeah? Don’t worry about it-” he said, not seeming stressed, “I got this if you just uh, promise to get him home,” he said, tilting his chin in the direction of the still groaning Aaron. You nodded dutifully, you would much rather take this deal. After a few minutes of convincing you’re able to coax Aaron to his feet, leading him out before he can throw up on the floor again.

He does throw up again in the lawn and you try to pat his back to make him feel better, although you’ve never really seen him get sick from drinking so you’re not sure if you’re helping or harming. The two of you are able to make it back to his house, in only twice the normal time due to his drunken ramblings requiring perfect stillness in the middle of the street.

“Y/N, you know I love you right?” he says bluntly the moment you pull the key to his house out of his jacket pocket. You froze. You know he doesn’t mean it like that, unless he does. You can’t really trust him with how half-shut his eyes are right now.

“I uh, love you too Aaron,” you say, forcing a bit of a smile into the corner of your mouth as you open the door to the dark house. Dammit, he’s not shuffling back into his room without a tumble or waking up the whole house. “We’re getting you to bed okay?” you say to him, as you hold an arm around his waist to steady him.

“Can you spend the night? I love you,” he said through his mumbles as the two of you stepped into the house. He leans his head down so he’s just speaking into your hair.

“Aaron I don’t know I-” you try to interject.

“But I love youuuu and you never spend the night,” he whines like a teenager as you kicked open the bottom of his door to try and avoid a clatter. You sigh as you navigate him to his bed and let him fall onto it.

“Take off your shoes ya drunk,” you say as you cross your arms and flick on the lights. He hisses at the bright lights, but does kick off his boots before trying to get under the blankets. He eventually opens his eyes again and looks at you.

“Please spend the night Y/N,” he says softly, opening the blankets, “I just want you here,”. You’d spent the night before with him, but usually just on the couch after falling asleep on his shoulder during a movie. Did he actually mean this? Or was he just that drunk? “Please?”.

You can’t say no to this guy’s face. You sighed and kicked off your own shoes and hit the lights before crawling into the area under the blanket. You can hear Aaron trying to form a sentence but he just mumbles words as he pulls you closer by the small of your back. You give in and rest your head on his chest, hearing just how fast his heart is beating, glad it isn’t just your own.

“Y/N?” he finally gets out, breaking the silence of just the two of your breaths.

“Yes Aaron?”

“Don’t leave me,”.

“I won’t,”.

You feel him slowly rubbing your back before eventually falling into a loud snore. He’s lucky he was handsome, otherwise you’d be smothering him with a pillow. Eventually you’re able to fall asleep into the darkness, trying to not overthink things.

You wake up to sunlight hitting you directly in the eyes through the window across the room. You groaned and turned to try and hide your face, remembering at the same time you were in a bed that was not your own. You groaned as you realize Aaron isn’t in bed anymore with you. Shit. You sit up in the bed, rubbing your head groggily. As if on command, Aaron swings the door open with two cups of coffee. His face brightens as he sees you’re awake.

“Good morning Y/N,” he says, his morning voice making your stomach do a flip. Well, either that or the residual alcohol.

“How are you feeling?” you ask him, as you gratefully take the cup.

“Not the best, I can’t lie,” he admits as he sits at the foot of the bed. You wished he’d just come back under the covers though, “I don’t really remember coming back home,” he says as he takes a sip of the coffee.

“Do you remember any of last night?” you asked. He shrugs, still facing the door.

“I remember doing really bad at beer pong with you,” he offered, rubbing the back of his head, “was I embarrassing? Oh Christ what did I say-”.

“Nothing! You just threw up on the floor, and then I uh- took you home,” you nodded, agreeing to yourself on this story.

“Mmm,” he hummed, before silence took over the room again. He didn’t ask what you were doing in his bed. He didn’t admit that he did remember some of the drunken haze. It wasn’t lying that he didn’t remember the walk home- he really didn’t- but he did remember you unlocking the door. And he vaguely remembered admitting he loved you.

For now though, the silence was welcome. The two of you sipped your coffee.

“We didn’t fuck right?” he asked, only to be met with a pillow to the cheek.

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gavisuntiedboot · 1 year

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Just Pretend (Gavi x reader)

Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Most recent part

Warnings: Dubious consent!!! Please don't read if you're uncomfortable with unclear consent. Mentions of crying during intimacy.

Not really a warning, but in this universe, Ferran is single and not the best person. So the warning is major Ferran character assassination? Sorry Ferran girlies <3

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has been enjoying this story so far. I have been waking up to 99+ notifs on tumblr for the last 3 days now and I can't tell y'all how much I appreciate it. So much that I'm typing this next part in the university library (while wearing my Gavi jersey) .

Also I was wondering why engagement was so much higher on part 1 and I found out that the link to part 2 on that post was broken smh.

Pablo Gavi was notoriously hot headed. Everyone knew this - from players to coaches to commentators to the 16 year old girls making TikTok edits of his footage. Everyone knew he had a temper the bubbled over at a moment's notice. Xavi liked to describe him as a spark: volatile, quickly explosive, but just as quick to come back down to a level headed state. This is what made him a good footballer. He could be passionate and powerful on the attack, and then level his emotions to make strategic decisions in a split second.

"Gavi is never nervous when he goes onto the field. He is confident. It is his game."

But Gavi was not himself for the rest of the day. His usual look of disturbance was deepened, eyebrows remaining furrowed together for the entirety of training. The air of boyish charm he always had dissipated, settling instead into an uncomfortable aura that was felt by the rest of the team. Gavi's irritation was widespread. The main target was Pedri, who refused to tell Gavi when he had seen you at a club. It was at Ansu and Balde, who kept you busy for the rest of the afternoon, so you couldn't watch them train. It was at Martin, who was sending so many texts that, in Gavi's opinion, he looked like a desperate little loser that had never felt the touch of a woman.

Gavi's anger did not spare you. It was one of those days where he decided that he just did not trust you. He had them semi-frequently. When he went into your office and his heart started hammering in his chest. Where his skin felt like it was on fire whenever you touched him. When your voice flowed into his ears like honey and clogged his brain and clouded his thoughts. He interpreted these feelings as fight or flight - his gut's way of telling him you were not to be trusted. Why else would he feel like this? The only other time his heart beat so loudly was in the middle of an important match, when he could not afford to make a single mistake. There was something wrong with you, and sooner or later, he would find out what, and these feelings would subside.

Until then, he continued to glare at the wall of the locker room, wet hair dripping onto his forehead, as he waited for Pedri to finish getting changed.

"-and then she started massaging my chest and it was the best I've felt in weeks. Every day I want to kiss the La Liga president for approving women physios. If she keeps stretching me out, I'll be the next Messi."

Gavi's head perked up at hearing this. He knew Ferran was talking about you. It was not the first time Ferran had made some less-than-appropriate comments about you. The first day you had come out to the field to be introduced to the squad, Ferran had been standing next to Gavi and Pedri, letting out a low whistle.

"Look boys, Xavi doesn't want anything to hinder your performance, not even sexual frustration. Look at the present he brought us."

Gavi's face twisted in disgust at the memory. He grabbed his bag and made his way out of the locker room, deciding it was best not to hear Balde's response to the comment. He wished they would focus on their football skills rather than trying to get girls. Gavi had been told multiple times that it might benefit him to get a girl. It's not like he was a blushing virgin - whenever he felt like he needed to be with someone, he went out with the rest of the squad. Pedri and Ferran would be surrounded immediately. They would then pick one of the girls at their feet and ask, "Have you met my friend Gavi?"

When he was at La Masia, it was harder - what woman wants to be brought back to a football academy dorm? But now that he was in the squad and on TV, women were all but crawling into the Uber with him. They came back to his place, begging for him, and he released any frustration he had. This didn't usually take long. Gavi wasn't looking to be a giver or a romantic. When he was finished, he got up, got dressed, handed the girl her clothes, and asking if she needed an Uber to get home. Was it harsh? Probably. The three girls he had done this to had all yelled at him, strings of profanity about his mother leaving their mouths as they walked out the door. But he didn't care. He was 18 and about to be one of the most famous footballers in the world. Like Pedri told him, "Girls will always be there. Focus on your career, and there will always be a line of women waiting to have your kids. Don't create extra stress for yourself."

Pedri executed this well. He was rarely seen out, and whenever he did go out, he could get a girl and be out of the club in a matter of 20 minutes. He was efficient. He didn't let his after hours activities seep into what he did on the field. Ferran was a different story. Some days, Gavi thought Ferran had only stuck with football because he couldn't become a male prostitute. He was always thinking about sex, talking about sex, or hypothesizing how to acquire sex. He was not efficient. He often tried to see how many girls he could take home with him at once. He always came in tired and sore, hangover causing him to move much slower than he should be. He was always making comments about the girls that sat close to the field in Camp Nou, going on about how he could have all of them at once if he wanted. Gavi usually tuned it out. But he couldn't when it came to you. He hated the way Ferran spoke about you. It made his stomach turn and blood boil. Focus on football.

As Gavi stepped into the hallway, he saw you struggling to carry your bag and a large stack of files. He leaned coolly against the wall, bag slung over one shoulder.

"Stealing all the medical records to sell them to the press?"

You looked up at him, arms shaking from the weight of everything in your hands.

"Selling them to Real Madrid. Ancelotti wants to know who has the biggest dick. Come carry these filed before I say yours is the smallest."

Gavi rolled his eyes and took the files from your hands, surprised by how heavy they actually were. He followed you to your car, thinking to himself, 'Does she actually have our dick lengths in our medical records? I don't remember getting mine measure. Is it self reported? No, it can't be everyone would lie.'

"Gavi. Where are you going? This is my car."

Gavi was taken out of his thoughts, realizing he walked too far. He jogged back to you, placing the files in the back of your car. He watched you bend over to arrange the files so they wouldn't slip onto the floor. Gavi found himself glancing at your ass as you leaned over, before swiftly looking away. He did not like you. He had a baseline of respect for you as a young successful professional. Nothing else. You were still sarcastic and loud and treated him like a child. He had no interest in your ass or any other part of you that couldn't help him get better at football.

"Do you need a ride home Gavi?"

"No I'm just waiting for Pedri. The guys were being too rowdy in the locker room and it was giving me a headache."

You closed your car door, sighing with the effort of making sure you didn't damage the files.

"Alright then. I'll see you next Monday." You said over your shoulder, moving to get into your car.

"Next Monday? Why not tomorrow? Where are you going to be for the rest of the week?"

"I have the week off to study for my field training assessment on Friday. If I pass with an 85% or higher, I can start helping the medical staff on the field when one of you gets injured in a game."

"Right. But if the exam is on Friday you should be here for Saturday training."

"I asked for Saturday off. I have a date."

Gavi's head shot up at the statement.

"A date?"

"Yeah. You know Martin? He asked me to go to Cala Bona beach with him. I never really use my vacation days so I thought it would be good. Besides, the team has a match on Thursday. Saturday training will be recovery. I don't need to be there."

Gavi looked at you with the same distressed face he always had.

"Don't you think it's a little desperate of you to take off work for a date?"

You looked up at him seething. He stood with his bag strapped over his shoulder, hands in his pockets, hood up to cover his wet hair. His eyes were stern and cold, the usual fire behind them having died down to leave frigid disgust. You would be lying if you said you didn't know about how the Barca men got rid of their sexual frustrations.

"Oh I'm sorry. Next time, Gavi, I'll be classy like you and have weekly sex in a club bathroom."

You didn't give him a chance to respond before you slammed your door and started your car, the sound of the engine drowning him out. His cheeks were burning with embarrassment. He hated when you did that - when you acted like he was a stupid kid. But in this case he was. You had refrained from getting into a long term relationship during your undergrad in the US because you knew you would be leaving, and you didn't want to drag someone across the world with you. But you were human, and humans love companionship. So you tried your best to find someone who you could love. Or rather, someone who could love you.

University had been difficult for you, and not only in the academic sense. In high school, you only really got close to one boy. His name was Ricardo. He walked in one day in the 9th grade wearing a Barca shirt, and you couldn't contain your excitement. You both got closer throughout your years at school, sharing a passion for medicine and sports. You even planned to go to the US together, so you could have a companion from home. Naturally, rumors swirled that the two of you were a couple, because friendship among teenagers doesn't exist.

In your final year of school, Ricardo confessed that he had been pining after you for the last year. You didn't know what to say. Your gut told you that you didn't like him, but everyone around you said otherwise. Everyone told you that the way he looked at you should make you feel special. That he had been so nice to you for so long that you basically owed it to him to return the feelings. So you went on a date with him (well, if you consider hanging out in his basement watching Netflix a date). Ricardo was not slick with his intentions. He had his arm around you, and pulled you in close within the first 10 minutes of the movie. At minute 30 he started kissing your neck. You tensed up. You had thought about being physical with Ricardo, but only because of all the times your other friends had talked about it. Halfway through the film, your clothes were off. Well, sort of. Your shirt was pushed up, bra pulled down to expose your chest (since he could not figure out the clasps. Both of you had your pants around your ankles.

"Ready baby?" "Yeah, I think so."

Your first time lasted 3 minutes. When he finished he laid on top of you. A tear rolled down your face. Ricardo looked at you, kissing you on the forehead.

"Hey, are you okay."

You nodded, but you didn't mean it. The realization was setting in that you had absolutely no romantic feelings for this boy. Ricardo got a girlfriends soon after, and you spoke to him sporadically before you moved to the US.

In college, you were fun. You were social, drawing people in with the mysterious exotic nature that came from being an international student. This, coupled with the fact that you were close to a lot of the athletes, meant that everyone wanted to get to know you. You got a lot of party invites. You spent almost every weekend at a bar or house or club. Tall gym bros were tripping over each other to serve you drinks. They were eager to grind up on you in a room full of sweaty undergrads, feeling the way your hips swayed to the beat of the Drake songs over the speakers. It always ended the same way. They whispered in your ear for you to go to the bathroom with them. You obliged. The feeling of the sink pressing against your ass was a familiar one. You drove boys crazy, kissing them like you were taking your last breath. You grabbed them by their belt loops, pulling them close into you. You would grab the backs of their necks, playing with the hair on their nape, and let out some (exaggerated) breaths when they kissed your neck. You always ended the encounter the same way. They would ask you, beg you to go back to their rooms, and you would always respond with, "I don't think you'd be able to handle it."

This got you a reputation around school. Some called you "The Pentagon", because it was impossible to penetrate you. Others called you "ice princess", because you could get men so hot and reject them so coldly at the same time. You became the ultimate challenge for every frat boy: who could get you to sleep with them. Men would treat you like a goddess - wine and dine you, buy you presents, confess that you were the woman of their dreams, all for the bragging rights of saying you gave it up to them. Having your emotions played with started to mess you up. You started to believe that no one really could fall in love with the "ice princess". But you weren't going to stop trying.

[Martin Zubimendi]: I can't wait to see you this weekend.

[Martin Zubimendi]: Send your address so I can come pick you up.

[Martin Zubimendi]: A pretty girl like you shouldn't have to drive by herself for an hour.

[Gavi]: Good luck on your exam Doctora

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A/N: Hey y'all, this part is a little shorter, but I wanted to give some background on the characters' mindsets before I start another eventful part of the story.

This part of the story is inspired by the story "7 minutes is never enough" on ao3. It is a Dabi x reader that sent shock waves through my system. So pls go support that author as well!

Thank you so much for all the love on this series. I really appreciate it more than I can say. Always love to hear feedback, so let me know under here or in my asks. Love you all. Will upload the next part when I can.

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jjeulip · 1 year

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You were cute. Too cute.. too cute for his liking. He doesn't like the way he couldn't resist you nor the way he couldn't keep his hands to himself whenever he saw you. He hates it so much. Yet, he still found himself always around you, his arms wrapping around your shoulder, hiding his face in your shoulder.

Suna, feeling the sensation of you and his knee touching while scrolling through your phone. You and the twins were talking.

"Anyway ___, ya still dont have boyfriend?" Atsumu asks, throwing popcorn in his mouth. Suna fingers stop scrolling the phone, paying attention to your answer. You kinda shrugged. And suna doesn't like that answer, you should give more informative answers like "no" or smh. "Think so, yer wouldn't have chance to date someone when suna kept barking those people off acting like you are his or smh," atsumu said as he threw another popcorn in his mouth.

Osamu sighs, oblivious to the situation. Suna just scoffed, and you just went quiet. Suna clicked to check dms on your phone where he found something interesting. Someone who named __ texted you about meeting at an aquarium tomorrow. He eyebrows furrowed. Who is this guy? Why is he meeting up with you at an aquarium? Is it a date? Is he your boyfriend? How come you never mentioned it to him?

"Hey suna, mind giving back my phone?" You said as you nagged his knee with your knee. Suna looks up to you. "Sure," handing your phone back innocently. He stretched his arm and wrapped around your neck. He clings to your shoulder, hiding his face in your shoulder. Atsumu scoff. "Seriously, suna?'

When you and suna walk together, he would put his hand on your shoulder, pulling you really, really close to him. Whenever the twins and you meet at his house, he would always clings on you, his hand around your waist, hiding his face in your shoulder. He is all over your body. Sometimes, he would lay down on your thighs to scroll through his phone and will sometime fall asleep on them. Is not that you never rejected the actions of him, but the fact that you never responded to those actions still got him thinking, "That maybe you don't like those at all." But, if you didn't, you will deny those from the start. The way both of your knees touch eachother during class, the way your arm and his arm touch eachother during lunch, the way both of your shoulders touch with each other while reading in library., tells him that somehow you like being touch by him., or may be his mind playing tricks on him.

But why? why is he still feeling really far from you regardless of how he is close to you. You never ruffle his hair whenever he sleeps on your thighs. You never hug back whenever he hugs you and snuggles his face in your shoulder. You never intertwined back whenever he intertwined your hand. You never lean on him no matter how he keeps his arm around your shoulder to keep you close with him... will you ever gonna return the same if he told you that he loves you?

No. You didn't. You rejected him.,. with a "sorry." He wanted to cry.. he wanted to cry until he got no tears left to cry, until his eyes started to hurt, until he couldn't breathe anymore, until he passed out, until his feeling for you disappeared. He knows.. he knows it's very out of character for him to cry, but he's just.. he's just.. just wanted to cry. He knew you wouldn't return the same as him. He knew that. He knew he would get rejected, too. He knew. But fuck why.. why is he hurting too much?

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pls enha tutoring date!!!

CRUSHING !! — how would enha maknae line be like on a tutoring date?

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ JUNGWON would try his best to keep you entertained, yet still be able to finish your work together. I feel like he’d be very responsible and able to finish it all in time, just so when you’re done you can have more quality time together. “I’m done, are you?” He’d ask, stretching in his chair as he looked for a sign of confirmation from you. Once he got it, a smile would be on his face, knowing that you both were productive, yet still spent time together.

⊹₊ ⋆ SUNOO and you would sit in the library, arguing about the smallest of things, whether it be he stole your eraser that you had bought a week prior to when he stole it before, or he broke your pencil by accidentally squeezing it too tight. The two of you would chit-chat until the library woman would come in and tell you guys to either leave the premises or quiet down. (This was not her first time coming to your table.) “We should really focus now..” He’d say, yet you two would find something else to talk about the moment one of you does something.

⟡˖ ࣪ NI-KI would be nagging at you every second he got. He sees you actually studying and not giving him attention? He’ll kick your leg under the table to make you look at him, then he’d give you a foolish smile and pretend he did it on accident. He’d whine every moment, because he was ‘bored’ by watching you study. (when he could literally just study himself smh) “Are you done? I’m so bored.” Once he heard you mention the reason you’re studying is because of an upcoming exam, his eyes would immediately widen. “what? when did we have an exam?!”

AN — yippie i’ve posted so much today HELPP i think im going crazy this is so fun i love posting omg

TAGLIST— @zuritastic

#enhypen #enhypen drabble #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #jungwon enhypen #sunoo enhypen #ni-ki enhypen #enhypen imagine #enhypen reactions #enha reacts #enhypen scenarios

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reysdriver · 11 months

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It's On The House | S.B.

Coffeeshop AU where you're studying at a cafe and a certain barista takes a liking to you — barista!sirius x gn!reader fluff

warnings: none :)

words: 0.6k

a/n: reader is drinking tea instead of coffee cus i fkn hate coffee and don't want that shit tainting my au fantasy smh

At a brand new school, you didn’t know anyone yet. You felt odd about signing up for a study group, but you didn’t want to spend all your time alone in the school’s library or in your dorm room. You opted to study in the cafe just a few minutes away, and that’s stuck ever since.

The place was small but had a loyal number of customers who visit every day. Usually, you would come in at the same time as them, then sit down at one of the comfy brown chairs and hang out for an hour or two.

It was the very tail end of the lunch rush, so there were a few other people in the cafe, but they all looked like they were in a hurry to eat and get out of there.

You didn’t want to get in anyone’s way so you sat in your favourite seat there taking notes from a textbook open on your lap. You were comfortable and out of everyone’s sight. Or so you thought.

On his way back from dropping off a sandwich and a coffee to a customer sitting at the farthest table from the counter, the raven-haired barista paused when he passed you.

“Hey,” He said, and you looked up at him. “That's me!”

You give him a confused look. “What?”

The young man pointed to his handwritten name tag. “I’m Sirius.” His finger moved in the direction of the astronomy textbook in your lap. “And that’s Canis Major.”

“You’re pretty famous.”

“Well, yeah. Brightest star in the sky and best barista in the city.”

You let out a small laugh, and Sirius was so proud that he was the one to make you do that.

“Yeah, you do make a mean cup of tea.” You half-joked.

“I can make another.” He offers, noticing your empty cup. “Twice as good as the last.”

You nod, handing him your first cup.

“Alright, don’t move a muscle. I’ll be right back.”

The homework you came there to do went completely ignored as you watched Sirius make your cup of tea, as well as preparing a few orders for other customers. His hair was tied back neatly, but it bobbed and swayed with the movements he made around the small kitchen.

He spoke quietly as he worked to the curly-haired barista making an espresso and you wished you could have heard what they were saying. Sirius laughed at something the other worker said. They seemed like close friends and they both looked like they really enjoyed their jobs.

It was cute, but you reminded yourself that analysing a cafe worker who spoke to you once was weird, so you returned your attention to the schoolwork around you.

When Sirius came back, he placed a cup of tea on the table, just how you take it. He sat at the chair opposite you and placed a chocolate chip cookie right next to the teacup.

“There you are, one tea, one chocolate biscuit.”

You started to push the extra plate away from you. “Oh, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t order this.”

“I know.” He said with a sweet smile. “It’s on the house.”

You pulled the treat back hesitantly, flattered nevertheless. “Really?”

“Yeah, of course. As long as you let me spend my break with you.”

He was such a flirt, but it was working.

“Sure.” You obliged him. “How long is your break?”

#sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius black imagine #sirius black fluff #marauders era #marauders fluff #marauders au #coffee shop au

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stinkybrowndogs · 3 months

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Some dog movie observations:

The 1990s to like 2010 seems to be the golden age of dog movies. We got Beethoven (1992), Homeward Bound (1993), Air Bud (1997), 101 Dalmatians (1996), Snow Dogs (2002), Because of Winn Dixie (2005), Hotel for Dogs (2009), Beverly Hills Chihuahua (2008) to name a few that I enjoyed. There is also a slew of B-rate movies that while not as good, still have some charm. I will say I think it helps that cgi wasn’t heavily used in movies until the later 2000s and 2010s, and it is my humble opinion that too much cgi ruins the movies. The more tricks the dog actually does on camera, the better. Bonus points if clever camera shots and practical effects are used instead of cgi.

Anything before the 80s? Questionable animal ethics. (The Animal welfare act was passed in 1966, so really anything before then is… wild.)

Now. As we travel into the 2010s-2020s, we see an uptick in copaganda. (Max, Dog, Rescued by Ruby, and a Dogs Journey are some recent ones). We also see an uptick of Really Bad Movies (think like a dog-BAD. Lady and the tramp? WORSE.) we also see a lot of strange indie films about dogs (white god was….. weird.) this is also when the “air buddies” took off to be their own thing, which has turned into an entire studio that makes Bad Dog Movies (and also shows! Pup academy, phantom pups, and one other one on Netflix. They are Bad)

There are also several with like 100 remakes (lassie, benji, where the red fern grows, like 200 different white fangs smh) so I’m not super sure how I’m going to tackle those….

The most popular dog breeds in these movies are probably goldens, labs, German shepherds, Great Danes (! At least 3 so far; marmaduke, the ugly Dachshund, and Chestnut hero of Central Park), old English sheepdogs (! Surprising but there was a few!) and beagles (again at least a few movies). Also, terriers.

Dobermans, Rottweilers, Beaucerons, and German shepherds are top picks for the antagonist characters, or just as Menacing Dogs

There are several I haven’t watched yet because they are not on any streaming service, and I will have to check my library to see if they have any of them to loan. I am looking forward to the Tim Allen shaggy dog (horrifying poster- dog with human eyes photoshopped on), marmaduke (I remember this movie being terrible), cats & dogs (I remember liking these)

Im tempted to try and make a big long video just. Reviewing all the movies I have watched but that is a massive waste of my time and also I have the personality of a shoe so I’m not sure who would actually be interested in watching it. Much to think about.

#dog movie saga #the list is LOOOOONG #there r like 200 movies I haven’t watched #idk if I should like. be more picky #narrow my requirements #idk #I think I’m gonna watch some horror ones tonight #cujo and white dog maybe?

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astridthevalkyrie · 7 months

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"Here's your tea, weirdo," you greet Levi sweetly, with a kiss to his cheek. He takes the cup from you, pinching your thigh in retribution from your sass as you sit down. You pout, seeing his open books. "Did you start without me?"

"You went to get drinks first," Levi says, deadpan.

"Um, for you!"

"No, for you," he nods at the much-larger-than-his cold drink in your hands. "I was just a lucky bonus."

"SMH, you do something nice for your boyfriend and this is how he treats you."

"Don't say keyboard abbreviations in conversation, freak." His eyes scan over your laptop when you open it, nodding approvingly at how long your essay is as you scroll to the bottom of the page. "How's that coming?"

"Ugh, it's not."

"It's hard?"

"No," you groan, "I just keep putting it off. I have the World's Hardest Game open on a different tab and whenever I'm stressed I just try my best not to let those idiot blue balls hit my precious square instead of working. I only have three levels left and I've hit five thousand deaths so far!"

Someone else in the library laughs, and both you and Levi look up. A scowl settles on his face.

“Good job,” he says pointedly, “I’m proud of you.”

You let out a little laugh, even as your heart warms with the praise. “Don’t hurt yourself with those lies, baby.”

“I don’t like anyone thinking they can laugh at you,” Levi seethes, the part of his forehead where his brows meet scrunching together in such a way that makes you wanna kiss the tension right off his face. “And I’m not lying. That game’s hard as shit.”

Love you, you think dreamily. All the dreariness of the day and all the work seem to melt away when he’s the one advising you through it, when he’s the one kissing your temple every time you answer a question right, when he’s the one holding you to his chest as you rant about the day’s troubles on his lap.

But you can tell him that when you’re in private. For now, plenty is conveyed by you just bringing his hand to your lips and kissing his knuckles. Levi’s hand closes over your thumb, and he brings your hand down to hold against him, seemingly content with this to go back to reading, even though you need your hand to type.

Eh. You’ve been procrastinating all week. What’s five more minutes?

And you can play the game you definitely haven’t mastered with one hand anyway.

#this is based off a true story as in I keep procrastinating by playing the world’s hardest game #and i HAVE gotten that far! send help #aot #aot x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman #college boyfriend levi #valkyrie stories

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joekeeray · 2 years

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mayhaps 28 and 52 from those prompts? 👀

Oof these were good ones and it still took me 1000 years to write like ??? the dialogue is literally right there smh. Anyway, i am so sorry for being this way :') Thank you for the request fam and enjoy!!

Send me a request from this prompt list!

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

warnings/extra tags: explicit smut, MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, semi-public sex aka they're fooling around somewhere they shouldn't be, steve being gentle and cheeky, and kisses, so many kisses, beta read

It was a slow day at the Hawkins Public Library where you worked. Typically you were out on the floor, returning books to the shelves, helping patrons of the library find specific books, or wiping down the tables or even sweeping nothing.

Today though your boss Marissa had asked you to work at the front desk. You thought maybe it was because it was a slow day, and she'd rather busy herself with your job rather than sitting around, which was exactly what you were doing.

You were sitting on the rolling chair at the front desk, flipping through some books that were asked to be put on hold earlier in the day and wondering who it could be for when the door was pulled open.

You lifted your eyes to see who just walked in and were pleasantly surprised to see it was your boyfriend Steve. Your gaze softened, and you smiled at the sight of him and he looked just as surprised as you to see you were working the front desk today.

"Your boss should really let you work the front desk more often," Steve told you, not using his indoor voice. You pressed your finger over your lips in the universal 'be quiet' gesture, and he cringed and apologized and said just above a whisper, “I just think if you were working the front before I'd come in more often."

You chuckled softly, cheeks heating up at his compliment, "What are you doing here? I thought I was meeting you at my place tonight."

"I got off my shift early," Steve replied, leaning on the surface of the desk as he rested his brown gaze on yours, "And I wanted to see you sooner."

"Well, here I am," you said cheekily, "But I still have a while before I'm off. You don't...have to stay here and wait."

"Well, there's plenty to do..." he looked around for a moment, before he leaned even closer to you and said quieter, "Actually, I was wondering if I could have the keys to the basement?"

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "What? The basement? Why?"

Steve licked his bottom lip softly, and your eyes caught it. Now you were suspiciously squinting your eyes at him, "What do you need in the basement?"

"Just stuff," he replied with an innocent look in his brown eyes, "Now, can I have the basement key?"

You hummed with interest and told him you didn't have the key, and moved to stand to find Marissa. Steve remained in his spot, smiling at you cheekily while you were still incredibly suspicious.

Marissa was still shelving some books when you found her, and she gave you the key with no question as to who even wanted it, and just told you to tell them to have fun. Though, you didn't really know what kind of fun Steve was going to have down there, without you at least...

You returned to find Steve right where you left him, and you held the key out to him, but moved it away before he could even grab it, "You're not going to mess around down there, right?"

Steve reached for the key some more, and you stepped back and he sighed, "No, I would never...I mean unless you were there with me."

You tilted your head, not sure if you were reading Steve right, but hoping that you were, so you replied in dramatized disappointment, "I have to stay here."

"But I'm a patron here, and I need help, and I'm sure your boss wouldn't want you to leave a patron helpless," he said, finally getting the keys from you, "Now, I'll be down there, and you come whenever you're ready."

He winked at you then, twirling the keys in his hand before walking away from you. You raised a single brow, then sighed deeply as an amused smile grew on your lips.

After informing Marissa that you were needed in the basement for uh- research, you descended down the steps a little too excitedly trying to find your boyfriend.

"Steve?" you called into the open space, "I'm here! What do you need help with?"

Steve emerged from behind the stairs, and once your eyes met, he was walking toward you and wrapped a single arm around your waist. You wasted no time in colliding your lips with his.

It was a feverish kiss, a kiss that was well aware that you were on a time limit. Your lips collided almost messily, and his breath was hot against yours when your lips overlapped and you tasted his coconut chapstick, one that was once yours and he stole after you commented on his chapped lips a few make-out sessions ago.

The thought made your grin against him, and he leaned away with his lips still a few inches away as he asked you what was so funny.

"Nothing," you replied cheekily as you reached up to entangle your fingers into his hair. His breath hitched when you'd done so, and his eyes shifted ever so slightly at your gesture.

"Shit," he started breathlessly, "What if I told you I wanted you right here."

You felt heat rise to your cheeks right then and there at his words, and you asked, "Right now?"

He nodded at you once, running his tongue across his lips again before he was leaning in once more.

"I would say...keep it in your pants," you said half-jokingly before adding, "We're at my job Steve."

"Oh so we can fool around at mine, but not yours?" Steve asked, placing a soft kiss onto your lips and then your chin.

You blinked and replied, "Because it's loud at the video store, I work in a library. Someone's going to hear us."

"Then we'll just have to be quiet," he told you, now leaning down and pressing wet kisses to your neck. You exhaled through your nose when his lips found that little spot on your neck that he knew made you go wild.

"Quiet," you scoffed softly because how can anybody be quiet when they had a boyfriend like Steve Harrington?

"Yeah, we are in a library after all," he chuckled against the skin of your neck at his own stupid joke, tickling you and sending a wave of pleasurable chills over you. You pulled at the strands of his hair gently, making him move to look at you again.

You were going to tell him 'no way' but when you saw his heated gaze, you felt your entire body heat up even more, and you nervously bit your bottom lip as you instead contemplated it.

There were two choices. The first one was that you could go up to your job where you were just sitting around doing nothing, and the second choice was staying down here with your beloved boyfriend and get a preview of what tonight at your place was going to be. And honestly, you thought there was a reason you decided to wear a skirt today...

Obviously, one choice prevailed over the other, and you released your bottom lip and nodded at Steve. It took him a second, and he grinned, "God you're the most beautiful, and best girlfriend."

"Yeah yeah," you said, feeling your pulse race at his compliment before bringing his lips back to yours as your hands moved down to his pants. He hummed pleasurable against your kiss when he felt your hand palm his growing erection through his tight jeans.

"Fuck, see what you do to me?" he asked before he was gently grasping you and moving you toward a table that was deeper into the basement, "Just the thought of you makes me like this."

You lifted yourself onto the table when close enough, and Steve comfortably stepped in between your legs as he leaned in to steal another kiss from you.

By god, you loved when he kissed you like this, when his lips practically devoured yours and took your breath away all at once. It always made your head feeling like it was swimming and something about being in the basement of the library caused a sort of rush as well.

Usually, he would build up to such an intensity, but because you weren't at either of your houses and rather at your work, he was kissing you like this straight away and it was almost overwhelming as you hooked your legs around him and pulled him impossibly closer.

"Are you sure it's okay?" Steve asked you, his forehead pressed gently against yours and his voice a gentle rasp.

You were nodding, meeting his pretty brown gaze, loving how he wanted make sure you were still on board with fucking at your work like this. To further add to your answer, you reached down yourself to grasp the bottom of your skirt and lifted it upward and batted your eyelashes at him.

Steve's eyes lowered down, and he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and nodded, "Remember, we have to be quiet."

"I work here everyday Steve," you told him, "I can be quiet. Can you?"

It felt almost like a challenge then, something flashing over his gaze as his eyes met yours again and he smiled smugly, "We'll just have to find out."

Excitement bubbled through you as he was leaning in to place tender kisses on your neck again all the while his large hands were on your thighs and gently spreading them further.

He massaged your skin there before his hand lifted higher and touched you where you needed him to the most. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his fingers grazing over the cotton of your panties.

His nuzzled his face onto the crook of your neck for a moment, releasing a breathy moan himself as he felt the wet patch on the fabric and he gently pressed against it before his fingers trailed upward to your clit, gently circling it. Quiet moans erupted from between your lips, and Steve was lifting his head again.

Your eyes met his, taking in the heat of his gaze as his fingers caused you to shudder and you try and keep a particular louder moan from coming out. He let out a breathless chuckle as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek that felt like they were simply on fire at this point.

Your breaths were in soft pants as he touched you, and you said in a soft whine, "Steve come on..."

His sucked in a tight breath, and replied in a low, raspy voice, "I know, I know, I just love seeing you like this, I have to take a moment to really take in you in." His words made your heart flutter in your chest, and suddenly, a sort of bashfulness had come over you.

You were honestly never used to this many compliments until you started dating Steve, so every time he said something like that you would visibly melt on the spot and become shy. And Steve knew this, which was why he probably continued to do it.

And his next words really solidified that for you as he smiled at you and he said, "I love seeing you get so flustered."

His words made you even more flustered, but it was quickly replaced by him placing one more kiss onto your lips before he pulled away and began to undo his pants in almost record time.

At the same time, you were pulling your own underwear off, kicking it somewhere onto the floor and before you knew it, Steve had his erection in his hand, and was stroking himself a few times.

You used your legs to bring him closer, begging him to fuck you right on this table in a hushed, needy tone and Steve obliged, aligning himself with your entrance and allowing the head of his cock to part your wet folds.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he was pushing deeper into you, and pressed your face against his neck to suppress and muffle your moans until he was completely sheathed inside of you, deliciously stretching you out.

A quiet groan erupted from him this time, and he told you to hook your legs around him. You did as told, and he cursed under his breath, always loving how your walls clenched and stretched around him. You were so warm and tight, and perfect that he didn't want to move just yet.

If you were anywhere else, you'd probably let him stay like this inside of you for a bit longer as you loved feeling him just as much as he loved feeling you, but the books that surrounded you were a reminder of where you actually were.

You grasped onto him, and reminded him as well, then said in a breathy voice, "We'll have all tonight to be as slow as we want..." Steve was nodding, and then he was beginning to move.

You had to keep your face against his neck as his hips started to move, thrusting in and out of you at an easy pace that elicited quiet pants from you with every pump of his cock.

"Faster Steve, please," you were whispering against his skin, and like always, he listened to you, placing his hands firmly against the table top on either side of you for leverage as he started to roll his hips into yours at a faster pace.

You grasped Steve's shoulders, digging your nails onto the fabric of the sweater he was wearing, wrinkling it as your moans were becoming less and less contained.

"Thought you said you could be quiet," Steve told you teasingly, despite the quivering of his own voice as he shoved himself back into you and cursed once again. In retaliation, you nipped at the skin on his neck affectionately, and it caused him to let out a particularly loud moan, "Fuck, okay I'll stop teasing." He laughed softly, and bit his bottom lip until it was tender as he fucked into you harder and faster, suppressing his own groans of pleasure.

The table under you began to creak with your movements, but you couldn't really say anything as his cock was making you feel so good and it honestly wasn't that loud, just a quiet creaking with every buck of his hips.

You felt your orgasm building up inside of you, your legs starting to twitch as heat pooled over your lower half and you lifted your head to tell him right in his ear how good he was making you feel, and that you were close.

"I love when you talk like this, fuck," Steve was saying in response and he picked up the pace now, his thrusts becoming sporadic and hitting a certain spot in you that had you squeezing your eyes shut and focusing on that heat inside of you.

"Bite down on me when it happens, I know you'll be loud," Steve told you, his voice husky and breathless as he clenched his teeth. You nodded and pressed your face back into his neck and you were panting his name in broken whispers as he brought you right to the edge.

You had done as told when it hit you finally, sinking your teeth into him as muffled whines slipped past your lips as your orgasm rocked through you in waves of pleasure.

The combination of your walls fluttering around him and your mouth biting down on Steve's neck pushed him right over the edge not too long after, and with a final curse, he buried himself into your cunt and went still.

You hooked your legs tightly around him, keeping him there as he finished inside of you, feeling shock waves of heat and release continuing to grip at your body...

A few minutes had passed, you were still clinging to Steve and his head had fallen over your shoulder, his body heaving against you as your respective orgasms passed and you were post in post orgasmic bliss.

It was you who moved first, gently lifting your head off of his shoulder and letting your eyes graze over the pretty impressive mark you'd left on the spot you bit down on before he was lifting his head too to look at you.

There was a lazy smile on his lips, and his cheeks were flushed. There was also a smug look in his gaze that turned into adoration when you leaned in to kiss his tender and slightly swollen lips from him having to bite down on them to keep as quiet as possible.

"Honestly, I think you're the best librarian," he joked, "Is there a way I can talk you up to your boss? Maybe get you promoted to the front desk all the time?"

Even though he had literally just came inside of you, he was still making jokes and you smacked his shoulder, and replied "You aren't talking to her, especially with that mark on your neck. Way to make it obvious. If I lose my job, Harrington, you're taking care of me full-time."

He blinked, then laughed, and said, "I don't mind it honestly, anything to keep my girl happy." You were kissing again, just until you had to go back up and finish your shift, hoping that you could properly get back up the stairs and sit without your thoughts drifting back to what had just happened in this basement.

#he likes coconut now alskjklaj #wanna kiss this man so much makes me look stupid #also #i think? i used the prompts right? it sounded awkward alone alsjsakj #write a smut is time accordance challenge @ me #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #reader insert #female reader #lys writes again

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