#uni life under lock down

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part three of style, written by @lilystyles

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authors note I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG??? UR SUPPORT HAS BEEN AMAZING I LOVE U ALL SM ALL UR ASKS R SO SWEET. LOVE U LOVE LOVE U. IM SORRYYYYYY UNI SUCKS RN!!! ENJOY ANGELS <3333333

brief description niall throws the party of the century, and harry gives y/n a gift.

warnings! slight age gap, smutty (daddy kink, romantic sex, m!receiving, f!receiving, steamy, dry humping) sexual tension, drugs and alcohol abuse, fratboys. (wordcount: 11k)

fratboy!older!bffsbrother!harry x younger!innocent!reader

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Harry Styles, for what felt like the first time ever, was jealous.

It had now become obvious to Harry, that he is definitely a jealous person when he loves someone.

Which had never happened to him until her, he’d never cared enough to be jealous. He couldn’t care less normally, and he never really understood feeling possessive. It used to turn him off so much when someone was possessive over him, he hated the idea of being tied down and suffocated. His ex-girlfriends could and did cheat him and Harry didn’t care, he was young and wanted to have fun. He didn’t blame others for enjoying themselves. He moved on without the bat of an eye, and he never held grudges over it.

Life was about feeling good, having fun, and enjoying yourself. And before Y/n that meant mindless sex, parties, and smoking in pretty girls’ beds. He knew for a lot good girls that his past would be a major turn off, he honestly didn’t remember half the people he’d shagged, but he didn’t care. Life was a bunch of fleeting moments for him.

But lately, his feelings about possessiveness were different. His feelings for Y/n were all-consuming and so strong he didn’t know what to do with himself, he felt like his world was flipped upside down. He didn’t know how to ground himself, he felt like he was floating, and so far from his feet. When it came to Y/n he cared. A lot. Too much.

He found that even the way people were looking, just looking, at her right now was enough to have him clenching the can of beer in his hand. His fist tightly squeezed around it, imagining it was the jugular of whoever was walking in her direction that wasn’t him. And despite the fact he could understand people hitting on her because seriously she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing, that didn’t matter to him. Y/n owned every inch of him, and he felt like he’d made it clear she was belonged ot him too.

Harry found himself watching her intensely from across the room, eyes locked directly on her pretty little perfect figure. Which was unlike him normally he was off causing mischief and getting incredibly out of his mind drunk and high. Probably get a blowie outside by the pool.

But she was so striking, and he felt like he was in a trance. She stood out from the swarm of people like the brightest star in the sky, her h/c shined under the lights catching his attention immediately when he walked into the room. Y/n just looked so fucking gorgeous, like the embodiment of beauty, and everything Harry loved was embedded in her very being. He couldn’t have ripped his eyes away even if he’d wanted to. 

If he had to describe her in one word right now, he’d say entrancing. She looked…well it took his breath away how beautiful she was. Harry always found Y/n very beautiful but tonight she looked especially scintillating. He wasn’t sure if it was her outfit or the fact his infatuation was growing by the second each day, but wow. 

He wanted her so badly.

Her face was flushed from alcohol and the heat of the room, a soft pink that was similar to the shade of her lips, and a glisten of sweat coated her from the sweltering evening, making her look like an ethereal being that Harry adored. God, she was adorable. He could see her giggling, nose scrunching and all smiley. He couldn’t hear her, but he wished he could. She had the cutest laugh known to man.

And there it was, that itchy jealousy and annoying possessiveness rolling through his veins as he watched her laugh with another boy.

His green piercing eyes fell further down her figure. Her costume was fitting. The little dress she wore was very short, so short that the bottom of her plush ass was almost peeking out of it and Harry’s thoughts turned from wholesome to not-so. He’d never seen her wear that dress before, but if he had anything to do with it she wouldn’t even be wearing one and she’d been in his bed with the flimsy material on the floor. The material of her dress was almost a second skin, the silky white material left very little to the imagination except for where it puffed out at the bottom like a tutu. Her tits were round, the perfectful mouth for him to suckle on, nipples hard and obvious pressing against the satin material.

However, her luscious legs and smooth skin were the stars of the show tonight, Harry had been lucky enough to feel those wrapped around him, so he knew how soft they were. In that dress, her legs looked so long, the sight of her made his blood rush through him faster, almost like he was high. He’d only had one beer, so he didn’t know what had made him so dazed.

Harry wouldn’t be surprised if his prick was hard in his pants, he didn’t have it in him to feel ashamed. It got like that when he smelt her perfume on his clothes after being with her all day. Y/n had an unfathomable power and control over him, that she hadn’t even known she possessed. It didn’t take make much to get him budged up like that anymore, if Y/n crossed his mind then boom, just like that his prick was begging for his fist.

Harry kept watching her protectively. A few guys were leering close by, and he didn’t like it one bit. Instead of looking at the boys, he turned his attention back to the details of her dress. The top of it had puffy short sleeves that made her look adorable, and the neckline showed her perfect tits sitting comfortably and plump. That little necklace of her initial sitting between them, it sparkled under the dim light.

He bit his lip, and the beer in his hands was no longer enough to distract him. He licked his lips and calculated how he’d get her alone with him tonight. For once, Emma was sticking to her like glue. His sister normally found a way to disappear off and get herself sickly drunk, and with some lad. They had that in common, neither ever one to mingle unless it was for a shag or a spliff.

But not right now, no Emma stayed close by her side, talking to Zayn and a guy Harry thinks is called Liam. Harry’s jaw clicked, teeth clenching as he watched Liam’s eyes linger a moment too long at Y/n’s chest. His fist clenched by his side as he tried to breathe.

Shutting his eyes only for one second to remind himself to get his lungs working. 

In.

Out.

In. 

Out.

As he repeated those two words in his mind, the only thing he could that he wanted to go in and out was his prick inside of her perfect sweet pussy. He wanted her pressed nice and close to him, he wanted to hold her, and press his cheek to her head and shut his eyes. Maybe then he’d be able to breathe normally. He certainly couldn’t from over here, and now as stood across the room he realised maybe all those girls sobbing hysterically with ice cream in their dorms over his frat brothers weren’t so crazy, and maybe those idiots who ran through airports weren’t really idiots. Just people madly, stupidly, overboard, in love.

This absolute possessive carnal caveman rage was something Harry hated because he knew it was stupid. But God the thought of anyone even looking at what was his pissed him off beyond the point of sanity. Y/n was a fucking beautiful little thing, she always had been, all innocent and soft, the kind of girl you wanted to scoop up into your arms and take care of.

And he wanted to do just that. He wanted to take care of her and keep all harm from her direction. He didn’t care if he was getting obsessive with his staring, he couldn’t stop. 

He smiled at the little furry feathered halo that sat on her head, wings decorating the soft exposed skin on her back, and glittery cheeks that sparkled like magic under the pale blue lights of the room. She looked ethereal. His real-life angel and she was dressed the part too. Little fluffy white heels decorated her feet that he was sure would look better by his shoulders as he made her melt around him like he had every intention of doing.

He really was the devil for thinking that way. But that’s who he was, and her unforgettable sweet pussy had infiltrated his mind. He smirked silently to himself because he knew despite their total differences and things that got in the way of them, the world had made them for each other. 

Moulding his hand to fit perfectly around hers. Like a sculpture with his clay, the world carved Harry just for her, and Y/n just for him. He was more sure of it than anything in the world.

Even if she didn’t know that yet, he was more than certain.

So Liam could just right fuck right off, that was his angel. Anyway, who comes as a basketball player when you already are one? How lame is that costume? Harry hadn’t worn his football clothes here and called it a costume. Even he wasn’t that bad.

Harry hadn’t tried as hard as Y/n had with his get-up. The only thing to give away his costume was the cheap plastic red horned headband hidden in his curls. He was in a pair of black jeans, and a black t-shirt, nothing special. He didn’t fancy costumes all that much. But he thought that Lucifer likely didn’t give a fuck about his outfit, at least that’s what he’d told Niall when the bloke almost didn’t let him inside due to his very shitty costume.

Y/n hadn’t noticed Harry yet, despite his icy green eyes boring into her skin for the past twenty or so minutes. He’d been lurking in a corner away from her sight. But when Emma left with Zayn to who knows or who cares where, he made his way over quicker than a blink of an eye. Liam noticed him first, and Y/n felt a warmth radiating near her back which made her spine shudder.

Must be Styles. She thought but didn’t turn, waiting for him to speak first.

“Oh hey, Mate.” Said Liam offering a wave. Liam and her had a physics class together and she was complaining to him about the professor and how she was pretty certain she was going to fail the class.

Harry’s chest pressed into her side and she finally turned, smiling up at him. A soft delicate one that made Harry’s lungs finally kick back into working like normal. Heart beating fast, as he thought to himself, oh there you are heart.

Being with Y/n was like realising he’d spent his whole life without oxygen but now he had air.

“Hi.” He said curtly to Liam, moving his eyes to Y/n’s precious ones, and he could feel Liam watching them. She really had no idea how badly every man in this room wanted her. How didn’t she notice the staring? The whispers? How did she seem so calm when she was like a baby lamb in a room full of wolves?

“Can you come and help me with something please, Trouble? Niall asked after us.” He asked leaning down close so his mouth shadowed her ear. He was lying, but he wanted her alone, and Emma wouldn’t notice. She was already incredibly drunk and he knew that because she was already dancing on a table in the dining room.

Y/n nodded squeaking out a soft sure, and she slid her palm around his bicep, thoughtlessly and instinctively. When they went off campus, and spent time together they always held each other close.

His body was so warm and welcoming, she was used to being close to him now. He brought her so much comfort, and Harry felt smug at the way Liam’s face dropped at the sight.

Yeah, suck it, stupid basketball player. He thought. Butterflies fluttering through his tummy at the feel of her hand on his arm.

Y/n hardly had a chance to wave goodbye to Liam before Harry had dragged her away hands melting into her skin. Everything with him felt so natural. Their physicalness was normal now, and she hardly noticed it as much as that first night. It felt routine and safe, and she loved it. He never did that with anyone except her, which made her heart flutter in a strange off-beat rhythm.

Despite having always been a sexual creature, he wasn’t touchy with people he slept with outside the bedroom. He wasn’t the type. But he honestly couldn’t keep his hands off Y/n.

He guided her upstairs leading her into a random room, and shutting the door behind them. It was a fairly clean room, and Y/n soon recognised it was Niall’s. She guessed by the rainbow flag hung up by his posters, and of course, the biggest sign was an Ariana Grande poster. He fancied the pants off her, and would always play her songs in the car. If they went to karaoke which sometimes they did, Niall always without a shadow of a doubt sang Ariana. Despite the fact his throat could not at all easily sing that high-pitched.

She walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, her dress riding up ever so slightly at the movement. Niall had these pale dusty blue sheets and they smelt like citrus and wood on the bed. She never came into his room, or even to the frat house because, well, it’s a frat house.

Harry walked over to her towering over her, cutting her thoughts of their best friend from her mind. His hand moved to touch her cheek, the curve of her skin was searing hot and Harry could feel her melt into his hand.

“Hi, Styles,” She whispered shyly, lips moving as slow as molasses dripping off a spoon. He knew for a fact she tasted just as sweet too.

He smirked down at her, God he wanted to just eat her right up. She was looking up at him all doe-eyed, her little hand creeping underneath his shirt. She was so cute, so fucking adorable. He could feel the gentle caress of her nails against his hip and he felt his skin pimple in goosebumps.

“Hi, Baby.” He replied, moving to sit down beside her. His large, muscled, thigh pressed into hers emitting a warmth she welcomed. Her hands fell into her lap now as she watched him through hooded eyes.

She blushed some more, “What does Niall need our help with in here?”

Harry laughed and it bellowed out, as he placed a soft hand on her knee. Her skin was soft like butter, and he rubbed her knee tenderly. She was perfect, in every sense of the bloody word. 

“Nothing, I just wanted you to myself, Trouble.”

She giggled, and it made Harry’s chest swell. He loved her. He loved her so much. 

“Oh I see,” She said, her hand landing on his. He slowly dragged his hand further up her leg and couldn’t wipe the smile off his face for the life of him.

“You look fucking beautiful, by the way,” He whispered, squeezing her thigh.

She smiled brightly, and she leaned over to smear a quick kiss on his jaw. “Aw, thanks Styles, I went all out because I knew Niall would have my ass if I didn’t dress ‘properly’.”

Harry laughed, tipping his head back. “Well, I’m certainly enjoying you like this. You look…Jesus Y/n, I mean, are you trying to kill me? You really are trouble, aren’t you gorgeous girl?”

She pouted at him leaning in closer, he could smell her perfume and shampoo so heavily now and he was intoxicated by it. Y/n smelt so good, and the scent of her grounded him. He wanted to keep her right here all night, and maybe he would if he was lucky. Y/n didn’t seem to be in a rush to leave their little bubble.

And she knew Emma was very distracted with Zayn, they were still going out. But honestly, Y/n didn’t suspect they’d last much longer, she could already sense her best friend’s restlessness. It wasn’t anything that Y/n judged, but Emma never stayed with a boy longer than a month. She used to think it was a Styles thing, but Harry hadn’t been with anyone else in months, not since that night they shared.

“Am not.” She said, faking petulance. He leaned down close enough that his lips just grazed hers, and she wanted so badly to join their lips. But she didn’t know if that was what he wanted, so she just waited.

“You so are.” He replied.

She leaned into his neck with a sigh, he smelt like always; mint, tobacco, vanilla, and something undeniably Harry. He was intoxicating and the drink she’d had made her blood rush with a want that thumped so intensely. She wanted Harry, so badly, and her control was wilting away with each second that passed.

The devil had a magic spell on the angel.

“Can I kiss you, Trouble?” He asked softly, pushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear. He noticed a pair of dangly pearl earrings and untangled the hair from them.

Y/n was amazed by how soft and gentle he was with her. She’d imagined him to be a lot cooler, icy, and most of the time he played the part brilliantly. Before that night in the kitchen, all Harry had been was a cold-hearted frat boy who she thought was sexy. Because that’s all he pretended to be around her before this.

She hadn’t known hiding underneath the cool exterior was a warmth more scorching than the sun.

She giggled at him, eyes shutting for a second, before open to see him smiling back at her. “Do you even have to ask that? Isn’t it obvious I’m dying to kiss you, Styles?”

He rolled his eyes, smirk growing even bigger. “C’mere.”

She shifted closer swinging both her legs over his lap and scooting so close their chests pressed together. She felt her heart speed up at the thought of their lips becoming one. Harry was the one to lean down and connect their lips together in a soft gentle greeting. She tasted like rum and peaches, and he sighed at the taste. He’d wanted to do that all night, and he was relieved to have finally fulfilled his wish. Her soft hands had found their way onto his cheeks, and his hand landed on her waist to keep her nice and snug against him.

It wasn’t long until the little breathy sounds she was making had him needy for her, his tummy curled in desire. And in a hurry of want, he pulled her onto his lap properly and she squealed quietly. Laughing against her lips, he smiled. Pulling away to whisper, “I missed you, so much.”

She rolled her eyes. “You saw me like an hour ago.”

She saw him before they arrived. Having got ready at Emma’s, he’d seen her before she was dressed and left for the party. He snuck a quick peck on her lips while Emma was in the shower before he left. The sneaking around was getting more bold, and Y/n knew she should tell Emma soon but she just didn’t know how. 

Plus what were they? She could hardly say ‘Hey Em been shagging your brother for a bit.’

Harry shrugged at her words. “I don’t care, I miss you the second you’re gone.”

Her lips landed on his cheek, leaving a kiss print of pink and she giggled, thumb coming up to wipe it off. 

“Oops.” She giggled.

“What, you didn’t miss me, Baby?” He whispered, tone all sultry, it made her stomach curl viciously. He seriously would be the death of her. She should’ve known from the minute she met him it would be.

“Obviously. Now kiss me like you mean all that sap,” She ordered him, and there was no need to tell him twice. He kissed her again, tongue sliding into her mouth to swirl against hers. His lips moulded perfectly into hers as his hands slid up under her dress gliding over the soft skin of her bum. The tiniest underwear she owned covered her and he felt the lace under his palm, which pulled a groan from out of him as Y/n shifted herself against his hips unconsciously. She moaned softly at the feeling of his stiff cock digging into her knickers, one of her hands balling his shirt up in her hand.

He squeezed her ass tightly and pulled back for a breath to leave kisses along her jaw and neck. Nipping at the skin below her ear, he whispered to her softly. “Such a good girl, Y/n.”

She sighed at the feeling, eyes fluttering closed and mouth open slightly. She couldn’t help it, Harry was just so warm, so inviting, that she felt herself melting against his firm chest. She’d been so needy without him, and the pep talk she’d given herself before tonight had gone out the window as soon as she’d seen him.

They hadn’t been together in so long, and she’d gotten herself off this morning but it wasn’t the same without Harry there. She’d been wishing it was him the whole time.

“You’re mouth is criminal, Styles. Could get me to do anything.” She admitted softly finger running along his bottom lip. It was all pink and wet from her mouth, and she briefly remembered the feeling of him sucking on her clit, fighting the urge to stop her eyes from rolling back into her head at the memory.

He looked up quickly, meeting her eyes. 

“Anything?” He asked mischievously. 

She shrugged leaning down to plant a quick kiss against his swollen lips, “Probably.”

He laughed at that and trapped her into another kiss. They were growing more heated and passionate, her hips grazing against him ever so slightly, as gentle moans left her mouth. Harry swallowed each sound and let her use him for friction, the dull ache in his balls subsided a little less when she did it. He honestly thought he could cum his pants from it if she just went a little bit harder, for a little bit longer.

His hands gripped her a bit harder and pushed her more firmly against him, and the feel of her warmth against him grew stronger. He guessed that by now she was probably wet, and the thought made his cock twitch. Her pussy filled his daydreams, and his mouth salivated at the thought.

She whined into his mouth and whispered a swear against him. His large hand rubbed a circle on her bum, and he decided that this must be heaven. A pretty angel with Y/n’s form was here with him, and sitting right up against his stiffy. That was his idea of heaven.

His hands hidden under the dress, smooth skin under his palms, his hand could barely feel any fabric he knew just how tiny the sorry excuse of knickers she was wearing was, and this only riled him up more. She was so fucking hot. Sexiest little thing.

As she began to grow more needy for a release the feel of his rough jeans combined with the thin lace knickers she was wearing rubbing against her clit, she thought she could cum from this. The prickling heat had started to spark up her spine and she moaned at the bulge of his cock pressing into her. He began to kiss down her neck again and along her chest, and she felt her pleasure growing in her tummy.

Suddenly feeling close, she pushed his shoulders down so that he was lying on his back, and he smirked at the way she grew more needy for it. He loved seeing her use him to get herself off, he didn’t mind letting her be in charge every once in a while. She rested her cheek against his shoulder as she moved her hips in long but hard motions. All rough, and desperate, and Harry loved to see her so riled up. God, she was so perfect. They hadn’t properly seen each other since that night after her terrible date with Peter, and he was growing tired of fisting his cock in the shower. It didn’t compare to the real deal.

Not to mention he just missed talking to her and being with her, and even if the only thing to happen tonight was for her to get off on his leg while he kissed her pretty little mouth, he’d be completely happy with that.

With Y/n he would do just about anything because, well, it was with her.

Eventually, she whispered a soft, “I’m close,” in his ear.

Harry shifted his hips to move with hers  “Cum for me angel,” He whispered into her ear. And just as she was about to cum the door swung up and her movements halted. Harry was about to shout a quick ‘fuck off’ because it was probably a drunk person looking for the loo, but the voice that met their ears wasn’t a stranger.

Oh shit.

“Y/n? Is that a- is that a Harry under you?” Asked the drunken voice of Niall. His voice was slightly slurring, and the gasp he’d let out made them know for sure who it was. 

He could see the familiar tattooed arms wrapped around her which made him immediately know it was Harry and underneath the fluffy material of her dress he saw a flash of pink knickers and that mermaid tattoo Niall actually went with him when he got done, caught his attention, as he let out a loud yelp.

Honestly, he’d never date either of them. But the bisexual side of him was slightly aroused. They were hot, and together? God. Just delicious.

Y/n winced and shut her eyes, sitting up, “Uh…no??” 

Harry laughed at her attempt to lie and she hit his chest. “Shh! Shut up, Styles!”

Niall shut the door walking inside further, uncaring of the position they were in, and the fact he could see Harry’s stiffy pressing up into Y/n’s thigh. 

“What the fuck?” He said, and they could hear the betrayal in his tone. Normally Harry told him everyone he slept with and always stayed in the loop, even if it was a simple statement like he hooked up with blah at blah he always told him. And Y/n told him everything too, mostly, or at least he thought she did.

Y/n sat up sliding off Harry who sat up, stiff cock still standing tall, and his balls aching. Sitting beside him, Y/n hung her head, like a child ready for scolding.

“We wanted to tell you, mate,” He started, lifting his hands up to run through his hair and chucking the plastic red horns onto the bed, as he shifted on the bed. 

Niall placed a hand to his chest mouth parted open like a fish. His long sheet turned toga covering very little of his muscled chest as he squeezed the flesh there. 

“I’m like so betrayed bitches, why didn’t you tell me? Did this just happen? Is this new? What on earth is going on?”

Y/n laughed at his bombard of questions, he obviously wasn’t too cross with them which relieved the tightness in her chest. 

She didn’t look at Harry when she spoke, instead playing with her fingers in her lap and fidgeting, “We haven’t told anyone…it’s well, I’m not sure exactly what is, Ni.”

Harry looked up at her statement and rolled his eyes. “I am, I fancy the fuck out of you, Trouble. We just haven’t told anyone because Emma would lose it. Remember when I got with Y/n’s old roommate that redhead I forget her name, and Emma shunned her from the group?”

Niall nodded, mulling things over. “Right, yeah. She wasn’t happy about that. Which is sad, I liked that girl, great tits.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and wanted to laugh, clearly, they didn’t like her that much if they couldn’t remember her name.

Y/n stood up. “Ni, I know you’re in shock and offended we didn’t tell you. Which is so fair, but Em doesn’t know yet, and she will kill me. Seriously murder me, especially if she finds out from someone who isn’t me. So you can’t tell a soul.”

He looked down at her and nodded. “Of course, I won’t tell anyone, just Benny.”

Benny was his cat, a fat ginger tabby, who was an old thing that Y/n found hiding behind his car one afternoon. Turns out he was abandoned, back then he’d been a thin little thing, but now Niall fed him up probably too much.

Y/n hugged him, and Niall’s hands slid down to her waist. “Thank you, mate,”

He just nodded, and let out a breath.

“Okay, I’m gonna grab some spliff from in here,” He rustled around, “then you can get back to it. Just don’t spunk all over my bed kids, and if you need a cum rag still one from next door, Jimbo keeps stealing my spliff so,” He said walking over to his shelf and grabbing a tin box full of weed, and his monkey bong from beside his telly.

He shut the door with a hushed bye, and then Y/n finally looked at Harry to see he was already staring up at her from his seat on the edge of the bed. Still standing up, anxiety fluttering her tummy.

“So you fancy me, huh?” She said teasingly with a smile, her lipstick was smudged and he could taste her peach-flavoured lipgloss on his lips still, he licked them in thought.

They hadn’t really discussed much about their relationship. But she was fairly certain he liked her. And she could tell he got jealous, that was obvious. But the sudden change from being the brooding older brother of her best friend, who constantly treated her like a ghost, and teased her about her behaviour to this. This intense, honest, and obsessed boy. It was like whiplash.

All those years? What had changed him in these few weeks?

She would probably always fancy him even if nothing ever comes from this, a piece of her will always belong to him, does he know that? She always felt like she was more transparent than he was.

But right now, just his eyes were a giveaway of his feelings. 

The normally stoic, and cold, gaze was suddenly soft and molten. Even though only a few minutes before they’d been seconds away from getting off and kissing, now it was a soft cosy little bubble.

She was suddenly overwhelmed with a memory. When she was a kid and she’d go to her grandparent’s house she’d find herself sitting in their attic, which they’d turned a library nook which had a big window seat that caused the carpet to get all sun-soaked around noon and she’d flick through dozens of photo albums of her grandparents. The couple had grown up together as neighbours, and been in love since they were five years old.

Her grandparents were still so in love to this day, and her grandma always said you can tell by someone’s eyes if their feelings are true. Y/n’s grandfather’s eyes never turned hard around his wife, and Y/n always took notice. The strong, tall, soldier, was an absoloute sap for her.

Y/n had always hoped one day, she would find a love timeless and comfortable like theirs. Which is probably why she’d never gotten into many casual things, and was against that, she just always hoped one day Harry’s eyes would be like that but now that it was happening she almost couldn’t believe it.

Can people lie with their eyes like they can with their mouth? Can Harry?

He nodded. “Isn’t that very obvious, gorgeous?”

She sat down next to him, and she could feel the steamy moment blossoming into something more intimate and soft. She shrugged and looked down at the hands on his lap, and said nervously, “I don’t know,”

He pouted and slid his hand onto her knee. “We can’t have that,”

She looked up at him, her confidence melting away. She felt fourteen all over again, watching Harry pine over other girls and crying when she got home that he didn’t fancy her. Trying to dress more maturely and act like the girls he’d fancied the next day only to go unnoticed. Praying the red bikini she bought that was pretty skimpy for fifteen would catch his gaze when they had a pool party, only for him to makeout with some girl in front of her.

She could admit her crush on him was embarrassing to look back on, but when she got older a few years down the track she’d grown to accept it wasn’t supposed to be and decided she wouldn’t try to change to be perfect for him. Because in reality that isn’t what Harry went for anyway.

She couldn’t help but feel fourteen and insecure again. Why did he all of a sudden feel into her? 

“Well, y’cant blame me. You hook up with a lot of girls H, and that’s okay, but you know I’m not very experienced. I just- I like you. I always have. But what makes what we are doing different from Jenny, the redheaded roommate from first year.” She said, and his eyes pinched with a prickle of sadness.

He had no idea Y/n still felt this way, after the past few weeks he was certain she’d always secretly known how much he liked her. He thought his affection for her was so bloody obvious but clearly she’d never picked up on that.

He sighed, “I used to get with a lot of people, Trouble. Used to, I don’t want too anymore. Not after the night we shared.” He started, licking his lips and leaning closer. “And you are different from everyone I’ve ever slept with because I actually want more than that…I love having sex with you, Princess, but I also love talking to you, I love being with you, and you are the most lovely person I have ever met.”

Y/n felt the air disappear from her lungs. “You’re special, and I wish I would’ve done something about it sooner instead of wasting our time.”

She smiled, one that hurt her cheeks. She felt them grow rosy as he continued talking. 

“And fuck, you drive me crazy. But I miss you the minute you leave, and you are the only person I have ever wanted. Even when were kids. I don’t know how you never noticed, Y/n, but it’s probably because I’m such a tit sometimes. I never made things easy on you, and I’m sorry.”

The validation and shock were overwhelming to Y/n. 

Her heart practically stopped.

He’d liked her too? 

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. 

Her heart skipped a few beats in her chest, and she felt herself trying to process his confession. 

He’d liked her too? All this time he’d liked her too? What the fuck.

“I may have always been a total dick, but I’ve always fancied you. Ever since I could remember. If Emma wasn’t an issue I would already have told everyone that I fancy the fuck out of you, including you.” He said, lifting a finger to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, “I would’ve tried to get with you years ago, but the idea of not having you at all was what stopped me.”

He paused, swallowing as he watched her stay silent, and listen. “If I could change the way we started this I would’ve done it properly. Asked you out somewhere nice, worn my best, all of it. But I didn’t expect for us to happen.”

He sighed, “And I didn’t want to have to make you choose between me or her, like I know Em will probably make you, and I’ve been selfish letting myself have you these past few months. But fuck, I just have no control when it comes to you,”

Y/n blinked slowly. Because holy fuck. He liked her back, he always had, and he would’ve been with her sooner if not for the obstacle of her best friend. She couldn’t believe it. She really was sure she must be dreaming and had to stop herself from pinching her skin.

Her lips curved in a smirk, and she put her hand on his hand that was resting on her knee and said. “So, what exactly does that make us, Styles?”

He smiled and for what felt like the first Y/n thought Harry looked nervous. He lifted his free hand to scratch the back of his neck, cheeks dusted in a rosy hue as he tried to get the words out.

“If you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

She giggled and he felt nervous while he waited for her response. 

“Mine?” She asked, liking the way it rolled off her tongue, her long lashes fluttering as she looked up at him.

He nodded once again, and she leaned close nose brushing his, and kissed him. As a soft ‘okay’ slipped past her lips he wrapped his arms around her back and smiled pulling apart from her lips for just a moment. 

Excitement rushed through him, as his heart raced. She was looking right back at him, and he felt blissfully happy.

“Okay?!” He asked, unable to hide his relief and surprise.

She laughed tossing her head back, “Yes, Styles.”

He pulled her into a tight hug and she couldn’t stop smiling against his chest, he smelled so good. When he pulled her back at arm’s length once more he looked at her, eyes scanning the plane of her beautiful face. The dim lighting didn’t offer much but he already had every detail of her face memorised. 

“Y’do know this makes you my girlfriend, right?” He said, once again checking she knew what she’d just agreed to.

She nodded laughing, and sliding her hands up under his shirt by his hips. “Yes, I’m aware, boyfriend.”

This made him kiss her again and her hands moved to his back as he rolled them over, his chest pressing into her as she melted into the plush bed. He kissed her desperately, leaving them both no chance to breathe. As her legs split open for him to rest on top of her, she felt something hard press into her. Not his prick, no it was in his pocket, how come she hadn’t noticed before when she was sitting on him? 

She touched it with her hand, and Harry took notice, pulling back gently as his ragged breath fanned her flushed face. 

“Sorry, Trouble.” He whispered breathily, as he dug around in his pocket, sitting up on his knees as Y/n leaned back on her arms watching him.

In his hand was a little black box, it was velvet and she wondered what on earth he had in there. She frowned, eyebrows pinching confusedly, as she watched him hesitate to open it or explain.

Rather than speaking, he opened the box finding inside a sparkling gold necklace. It glittered under the fairy lights Niall had on his headboard. She squinted sitting up straighter, slightly dizzy from it all.

A soft giggle erupted from her lips, and she felt her smile grow wider. Her dainty hand reached out to graze it.

This boy really was full of surprises. “I just- I thought we’d talk tonight so….”

A little golden H on a chain glittered the box, and she felt eagerness bubble in her tummy. Flowing through her veins, as she smirked at him, and bit her lip, “I thought you were joking when you said all those things.”

That night after he’d picked her up from that horrible blind date, and they’d shared a long night together. She thought his jealousy, and possessiveness was laced into his sexual fantasies. Not real jealousy. Because since when was Harry one to care about anything when it came to girls, other than getting his cock wet?

He only smiled, a wicked look coming across his features, God, he really was so bloody devilishly handsome. 

“I don’t joke about what belongs to me, Y/n,” His voice drawled softly, and her stomach curled. The way he was looking at her was enough to rile her up all over again. 

She moved one of her hands to slide up along his arm, her pink long nails scratching the inked skin softly as she lifted his wrist to her chest and pressed a kiss on his knuckles softly. His breath hitched at the sight of her. 

She was so adorable. 

Y/n gradually brought his palm to her neck, and his fingers gently slid around her throat and she bit her lip. 

“Take this off,” She sighed.

He knew she was referring to her initial around her neck, and his cock twitched. Fuck, for an innocent little angel, she knew his game.

His fingers found the clasp and took the necklace off. It was dainty in his hands and what she did next surprised him. Grabbing the necklace from his palm she sat up a bit more on the bed and slid it around his neck, the chain was still warm from her neck, but he shivered as she touched him anyway.

She clasped it on, and it dangled alongside the cross his mother had given him. It was so dainty, you’d hardly notice it. She liked the idea of her initial constantly hanging there beside the cross. He never took the cross off, not even in the shower. Her finger lined them up perfectly, the cross was slightly longer and she made sure they weren’t tangled.

He leaned down now, almost face to face.

“Now everyone gets t’know what’s mine too, don’t they, Harry?” She whispered and licked her lips at the way the chains dangled down near her forehead.

He smirked down at her, dimples popping. “Yes, Angel, they do.” 

She grabbed the necklace from the box and handed it to him. “Put mine on, Styles.”

He obeyed and put the necklace on, the cool chain made goosebumps pimple her skin. It dipped just above the swell of her tits, and he smiled at the sight. His perfect little angel, marked under his name.

“Gorgeous little thing.” He whispered and put the box on the bedside table.

Y/n grabbed his shoulders bringing him back down, he captured her lips against his and they kissed. It was all tongues, teeth, and a mess of noses bumping each other. A feverish kiss, full of a searing heat that had been waiting to burst for a few weeks now.

Y/n’s soft legs wrapped around him, the heels of her shoes digging into his bum as she pressed her heat closer to his once again stiff prick, as he moved his mouth down along her jaw and neck. Slowly spreading his kisses to her chest, and once he got to the H necklace he smirked to himself. He had to be dreaming.

His hands found the zipper of her dress and began to tug the fluffy sleeves down, which revealed her bare chest. Her nipples hardened as his hands grazed them, rough and calloused fingers teasing her nipples, and he moaned, at the feel of her, before latching his lips around one of them.

His filthy, fast, searing hot tongue glided along her. He looked up to see her reaction and the breathless, blushed face made him jut his hips into the bed. God, he wanted her.

“Naughty lil’ thing,” He whispered, looking up at her as he began to leave marks along her chest. Her hands fell to his hair and tugged on the mess of curls, playing with the hair distractedly. 

“Tiny knickers, no bra, all for who, Baby?” He tsked her, looking up to see her expressions but her eyes had shut, and she was sighing softly. She looked off in her own world.

“You,” She keened, eyes opening only to find that green already staring right back at her.

He smiled at that and planted another kiss on her lips before moving down the bed, shifting so that he was kneeling on the floor as he tugged up the fluffy skirt hem, and put his face between her thighs. Kissing, sucking, and nipping on her soft skin. She moaned at the feeling of him, and the drink she’d had made her loose-lipped and slightly louder than she normally would be in a bedroom at a party hiding from her best mate.

She knew they shouldn’t be doing this, but they were together now, she could hardly leave this conversation without celebrating.

His nose brushed against her knickers, and her hips jolted up in his face. He smirked against her and his big, strong, ring-covered hands pushed her hips flat on the bed as he looked up at her. “That’s right, Trouble, all f’me. Only f’me. Sucha’ good girl.”

One of his hands moved to her knickers and pushed the thin string aside, revealing her gorgeous dripping pussy. His mouth practically watered at the sight, ever since the night he had a chance to taste her it was something that had overtaken his fantasies when he fisted his cock, he loved being between her legs and it was all he could think about most nights before bed.

When he began kissing her clit, she knew it was going to be hard to pull him away. His tongue darted out along into her hole, and he started licking into her desperately, as her legs fell over his shoulders and she let out a soft cry.

“Mm, fuck, Daddy,” She moaned, and her hands fell into his hair as she began to tug on it in gratitude. Her long nails scratched his scalp, and he moaned against her clit causing her legs to squeeze against his head in pleasure.

One of his hands moved up to her thigh and he pushed it backward, giving him a better view of her. With his other hand, he moved his fingers up to her lips and tapped against her bottom lip. She knew he wanted her to suck on them, and did so happily. They muffled her moans as he continued hungrily licking up all the slick dripping out of her needy little pussy.

He could feel her tongue swirling around his fingers and his cock jealously throbbed in his pants. He was happy with how dripping in her saliva his fingers had become and he brought his hand back down to join his tongue. With his middle finger, he slowly started teasing her weeping hole, and she let out a harsh cry. 

“Please,” She begged desperately and tugged on his hair.

He pulled back, lips covered in slick all plump and pink. “I know, Princess, I know,”

And just like that his fingers slipped inside her, filling her up so that she felt nice and snug with him. His lips moved to her clit and he began sucking firmly, this caused her spine to spark with the familiar feeling of her orgasm rising. Her tummy was rolling in waves of pleasure, and her clit was throbbing against his warm wet tongue.

“Daddy, fuck,” She cried, and each breath she let out was a whimper. All desperate, as she clawed his arms and hair, so ready for him to be inside her. So ready to cum. So close.

She felt so fucking good. His mouth was like heaven and she felt the high she’d been chasing for weeks close enough that she could almost taste it. The way he was lapping her pussy up like a hungry feral animal. His fingers were long and thick, but nothing compared to his gorgeous prick. They were curling inside her and she could feel him hitting that spongy spot that made her toes curl. 

He noticed her thighs begin to shake and the especially loud gasp she let out when he hit that spot. Continuing his merciless and hard pace he was certain she’d be coming undone soon. His tongue sped up, growing more sloppy and hungry for her orgasm to melt onto his tongue. His free hand squeezed the soft flesh of her thigh, as it shook uncontrollably underneath. 

The animalistic needy way he was licking into her was almost like a beast and its prey. He’d lost all sense of his surroundings, where he was, and what was happening outside of this room, all his focus was on Y/n. Her sweet, tangy, taste, the sounds of her whimpers which went straight to his throbbing cock, and the feel of her skin under his hands, the slick coating his tongue.

Her.

When Y/n came for him, it wasn’t gentle and quiet like they’d planned. No, her hands clawed at the soft cotton bedsheets as her back arched up uncontrollably. A loud long cry of Harry’s name fell from her swollen lips, as her pussy throbbed and waves of pleasure washed over her. Her body shuddered and his tongue hadn’t stopped until he’d licked up all the slick off her, and she pushed his head back with a shiver.

“Sensitive,” She whispered.

He smiled at her. “You’re so fucking beautiful,”

She blushed, and pulled him up closer to her, trapping him in a long loving kiss. She could taste herself on his lips but didn’t have it in herself to care. His hands caressed the curve of her body as she rolled on top of him. 

His firm cock was digging into her hip as she kissed him, in no particular hurry at all, and her hand found its way to his jean button. Popping it open and sliding her small, warm, hand into his briefs. She could feel how hard he was and pulled him out. He sprung up against his tummy, and Y/n began to stroke him softly and slowly. The reddened tip of his cock was drooling in beads of precum.

Her lips still smearing against his, as his tummy curled in desire. The sleeves of her dress had fallen down, and she looked all messy from having cum just a few seconds before. She was so beautiful.

As she moved down the bed. Her legs bracketed his and she rested her cheek on his hip bone, lips pouty as she looked up at him. Her hand was still holding the base of him, as smiled. A shadow of him cast over her innocent looking face.

“You have sucha’ pretty cock, Daddy,” She whispered, eyes mesmerised by the sight. And she wasn’t lying, he really did have such a pretty cock. The prettiest.

“All yours, Princess,” He said softly, and despite the fact his hard massive prick was out, the way he spoke was so tender and gentle.

“Can I suck you off?”

He nodded. “Course y’can, Angel, go ahead.”

She rested between his legs with her bum arched up as she leaned down to swallow him in her mouth. Her saliva dripped down along his shaft, as he watched her take him in her mouth. He hardly fit, so she used her hands too, and each time she dared to go deeper her throat gagged around him. Coughing and spluttering, as she attempted to suck him off.

She tried for a few more minutes, unable to get the fast deep pace she wanted. Harry wanted to laugh at her attempts, she was so adorable trying to fit his huge cock inside her little mouth. He didn’t mind watching her pathetic attempts to deep-throat him.

She pulled off for a second, a string of drool connecting them, “Can y’help me make it fit, Daddy?”

He nodded, hand coming to stroke her cheek, “Just tap my thigh if it’s too much, Baby,”

She nodded before moving back down to wrap her lips around a third of him, she could feel his tip hitting her throat already. Her slick spit had dripped all the way down to his balls and her free hand moved to gently massage them.

He moaned. “Fuck, good girl,”

His hips slowly moved up into her mouth, and she choked on him without pulling away, his pace began to become more regular as she let him fuck her mouth.

“Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”

She made a noise his cock, and he just pushed himself deeper, hands moving to hold her hair in a loose ponytail in his fist, “What was that, sweet girl?”

He teased, as she tried to mumble a yes, despite the fact her mouth was stuffed full of him. He laughed sadistically, tossing his head back as he let out a deep rumble of a groan.

His hips speed up desperately as he feels orgasm feels closer. “So fuckin’ good, Y/n, fuck,”

Her hands massaging his balls, and the base of his cock that couldn’t fit, along with her warm, wet, hot, little throat made Harry certain he’d only last a few more minutes. His rhythm grew more sloppy, as he watched Y/n take him. Her eyes were crying with tears from his rough pace, and she was squeezing her thighs together at the noises he was making.

His cock disappearing into her, was enough to have him hissing and whimpering. “Oh, fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum, such a good girl f’me.”

He pushed her head down a few more times, listening to the way her mouth made sloppy noises around him, and he let out a deep guttural moan as he felt his cum start to leak out into her throat. His throat rumbled gravelly moans as his hips lifted up into her throat. Holding her head there to take all of his cum, before finally pulling her off. 

She let in some deep ragged breaths, mascara running down her face, and his cum dribbling from her chin. There had been so much of it, that she was almost jealous he hadn’t spilled it inside her. She shut her eyes and let her lungs finally have some air again. She’d gotten dizzy around him.

Her tongue darted out to collect the cum that had split, as she drooped to rest her head against his thigh again. His hands moved to her back and rubbed some soft scratches along her shoulder blades.

“You okay, Trouble?”

She nodded looking up with her glassy eyes, and glossy-coated lips, “Did I do alright, Styles?”

His brows pinched and he shook his head at her question, grabbing her so they were face to face, “You are the most beautiful girl in the world, and your mouth, was made for my cock,”

She sat up and pulled him in for a kiss. A soft one, slow, and comfortable. As he rubbed her exposed skin. She was so warm, silky, and supple under his palms. He wished to stay like this always.

He eventually turned her so that she was on her side, one of his legs between her two plump thighs, and they continued to kiss. His kisses travelled to her shoulder and neck as she played with his hair.

She whispered softly in his hair, which smelt like his shampoo, a chestnut-scented one. “I want you, Harry, please,”

And if Harry thought he’d been really needy before, he was sorely mistaken, because seeing his messy-looking girlfriend begging for him to fuck her, had him only thinking of him stuffing her full until she cums for him, over and over and over. His cock had already hardened once more and he rolled on top of her.

“Okay, my love,” He said softly, as he kissed her forehead, lips meeting again in a kiss.

Her soft hands moved up under his shirt squeezing his hips, soon tugging on the hem until Harry realised she wanted it off. They parted their lips breathlessly as he pulled the shirt up over him, muscles flexing as he threw it somewhere they didn’t care to look. She smirked against the curve of his shoulder as he moved back on top of her, and her hands stroked the rippling muscles of his skin, finding a home on his back. 

They were too desperate to get all their clothes off, but Harry had tugged down the top of her dress, fluffy sleeves hanging on her arms lopsidedly, revealing her beautiful chest which had marks already blooming from his previous bites, and he’d bunched her dress up around her hips. The plumes of the skirt of her dress hid her wet little pussy from them both, but he could feel her. He slipped his hand down between her thighs and shoved the thin string that was her knickers to the side so he could slip his prick inside of her with ease.

He looked up at her. She was biting her lip, eyes shut, a look of complete desire on her face. Waiting for him.

“You okay, Trouble? Ready f’me?” He asked her, the tip of him teasing her. Pressing into her swollen clit as her hips squirmed at the attention of him. She was about ready to cry over how much she wanted it.

“Yes, please, Daddy, want you.” She said in a desperate tone, she almost looked in pain over it. He leaned down to kiss her temple before he slowly guided himself inside her. Inch by inch she felt herself split open for him, a familiar sting washing over her like always because of his absolutely ridiculously large prick.

When he reached the hilt of her and had stuffed her as full as he could he leaned back down, arms hugging her close to him, chests pressing together as his head fell into the crook of her shoulder. Her arms had moved to his back, long nails already digging into his skin. 

“Fuck,” He whispered. As she moaned at the feeling of him. A soft cry, that had his balls aching for release.

She was breathless from the feeling of being full of him. 

When she eventually told him he could move he began to, at a hard but slow pace. Each thrust hit her so hard she let out the loudest noise she ever had. Her pouty lips formed an O shape as she clung to him tightly, trying to stay still despite how sensitive she felt. He was groaning against her shoulder and neck, and the tightness of her pussy had him shaking. She was so warm, and tight, and god. So perfect.

Her mouth was by his arm and she kissed the soft skin, as he began to speed up. The pair of them both getting more and more desperate for their release. She could tell because his thrusts were growing more sloppy, and less calculated. Her hand slid between where they joined, and she began to rub firm lazy circles on her swollen bud. It wasn’t long before she unravelled on his cock, he could feel the way she squeezed him, and soaked his prick, as she cried out his name. 

“M’cumming, H, please,” She didn’t know what exactly it was she was begging for. But he seemed too.

He kissed her lips, a gentle peck, “I know, Baby, let me take care of you,” He whimpered, he was trying to help her through it without cumming himself.

Her nails scratched into his back, harshly, as he hissed in pain and pleasure. She nodded, letting him help her through the intense feeling of her orgasm. His cock was so deep, she felt like she wanted to cry. 

“Thas’ it, m’love, such a pretty little angel, f’me,” He praised as she squirted on his cock.

When the peak of her orgasm subsided, she noticed Harry’s thrusts grow uneven and she helped him by rolling her hips to meet his.

She looked so spent, and her eyes opened to watch him as he came undone, lip caught between her teeth. 

Those eyes are what did it for him. He came, hard, and fast. Hot cum shooting up inside her, as he flopped down with a guttural, deep, moan of her name. Whispering sweet nothings as he let himself fill her up with his release. Balls twitching, while his hot breath raggedly hit her neck.

“S’fuckin’ good,” He said, kissing her lips. “My perfect girl,”

She kissed back tiredly. Just as they were about to kiss even more deeply the shrill sound of Y/n’s phone ringing erupted in the room. Fleetwood Mac was her ringtone and Y/n pulled back to see who it was. 

Incoming call from Em💛🌻 lit up Y/n’s screen and a photo of Emma from primary school was the picture. She looked so cute and ridiculous in it.

Y/n now noticed about five messages from her. And Harry noticed her stiffen, pulling out of her to sit up and, she winced at the feeling. Suddenly empty of him, and wishing he’d stayed a little longer.

Harry tried not to notice the way his cum leaked out of her, but it made his cock twitch, he walked around Niall’s room until he found some tissues. Coming over and gently wiping her up, while Y/n replied to Emma’s text.

Her pussy was sore, and swollen, from pleasure. As he cleaned her up, she flinched. 

He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Sorry, Trouble, I’ll try n’ be gentle.”

Once he’d gotten her all cleaned up they sat up and fixed her outfit. Pulling the straps back up over her shoulders, and her fluffy tule down, the sticky knickers covered in their cum made their way off her. His rough hands remained soft on her hips as he slid them off.

“What are you doing, Styles?” She asked eyes wide, and doe-eyed. Suddenly all innocent again, like she hadn’t just squirted all over his cock in someone else’s bed.

“Can’t have you all sticky can I? Don’t worry I’ll hold onto them.” He said sliding them into his front pocket. The pale pink lace bunched up in a tiny ball, not sticking out. All tucked away, their filthy little secret.

She blushed a rosy hue and was about to protest but he kissed her and grabbed her hand to sit her up, pulling her by her wrists to stand up with him. Tugging the hem of her dress down so she was covered, as hunted around the room for his own clothes. Quickly tidying himself up and finding the devil horns that Y/n had thrown out of his hair at some point, before stealing one last kiss from her.

It was deep and slow, tongues melting together, as he moaned softly against her, his hands hugging her body nice and close to his. He felt weird having sex and going back downstairs so quickly, he was so used to cuddling with Y/n now, but he was sure she felt okay and he tried to assure her.

 “Go find Em, I’ll find you in a bit, okay? Don’t go anywhere, Trouble,” He said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears and placing one final kiss on her forehead before letting her go.

Her face hurt from smiling so much, and she turned to leave, but just as she was about to open the door she turned back around and ran over to him to quickly place a kiss on his cheek. He smiled at her, god, she was cute.

And watched as she disappeared back outside into the real world, sighing to himself. He took a moment to sit down on the bed, taking in deep breaths as he beat himself up silently. He was partly celebrating in his head because holy shit, Y/n was his girl now, officially, she’d signed her name on the dotted line with the devil, handing over her precious angel soul. His initial hung around her neck, a silent show. 

But he did wish he could’ve told her he loved her. Because god, did he love that girl, his chest physically hurt to be apart from her, it ached. He never felt that way about anyone before. Y/n is home, Y/n is happiness, Y/n is his childhood, and Y/n is his first and only love.

He should tell her. He silently decided to work up the courage soon, when the moment felt right. When neither of them had been drinking.

As Y/n walked down the stairs in search of her decidedly drunken best friend she sighed quietly, hoping the sex she’d just had didn’t wear on her face, praying her cheeks weren’t flushed in a show of how besotten she was for Harry. 

Y/n’s legs were stiff, and her pussy was still coming down from the high Harry had given her before. She was sore, his cock was still too big for her, and as she walked she tried not to let on how much he’d ruined her. 

Finally spotting her best friend with tears standing by the kitchen she rushed over. Emma began to bombard her with questions but Y/n just shrugged saying she bumped into some people from her Pysch class. 

Emma was far too inebriated to notice the stutter and lie and pulled her to the kitchen to do a few shots. By the time they’d done their third Niall pulled them over into an intense game of beer-pong which surprise surprise they both sucked at, resulting in them drinking a lot of stale-tasting beer. After their harsh loss, they floated over to the dancefloor, which was just the living room. Niall was playing some good music tonight, as per usual, and Y/n felt happy as the two girls melted together in a huge mess of limbs and dancing. 

She swayed her hips, ass pressed against Emma who had wrapped her arms around Y/n’s neck and shoulders. They were both very drunk now, the shots they’d done catching up to them, and the intense game of beer-pong Niall had roped them into had Y/n stumbling.

The house music that was playing made her feel even more off her face as she let her eyes flutter shut. Emma’s hands crept over to his hips and Y/n began to grind against her. They always danced pretty sexually together, and Y/n felt safe in her arms, she’d rather shake her ass against her best friend than some random frat guy.

And if she had to settle for the other Styles she didn’t mind, but she would rather be dancing against Harry. Who she’d lost, she didn’t know where he had gone now. But she let those thoughts drift away as Emma spun her around and they melted into a hug.

Singing to the song as it came to an end, Y/n lifted her head to look at Emma’s pretty face.

“I love you,” She slurred, obviously drunk. She also thinks Zayn and her had maybe spliffed up a bit. Because Emma’s eyes were red and she looked more out of it than normal.

Y/n smiled. “Love you too, Em.”

“I’m gonna go find Zayn, will you be okay?” She asked. 

Y/n nodded, “Yeah, go find him. I’ll go see if Niall is anywhere.”

Emma leaned over planting a peck on her lips, which wasn’t unusual for her, and left. Y/n sighed and instead of finding Niall, she found her body continuing to move along to the rhythm of the song. Her eyes shut once more as she raised her hands and danced her heart out.

She sang along to the song and pretended she was off in a magical land on her own. Time felt like it had slowed. As the song drew to the beat drop she felt a pair of hands slide on her hips and she spun around, uncomfortable at the thought of some strange man grabbing her.

But it wasn’t a strange man, no, it was Niall. She laughed. “Nialler!”

Her hands fell to his shoulders and she began to dance with him. Niall was a notorious flirt across campus, he was bisexual and that meant no one was safe from his constant flirting. And even though Niall had a boyfriend, and wow, now technically she did too they danced like two single people ready to leave together.

His hands melted to her hips and she leaned her chest into his. They jumped and swayed and they were both drunk and on a different planet almost. When she felt another pair of hands melt onto her waist and a warm back press into her she turned to look over her shoulder, it was Harry. 

She leaned into his back her bum pressing against his crotch as she felt his hands firmly stay on her hip bones while Niall’s stayed around her waist. Sandwiched between the two very attractive men had her wanting to laugh.

She giggled, and they both did too. Her head fell back to rest against Harry’s shoulder as they continued vibing along with the song. After a few songs, which flew by in the blink of an eye Paddy wandered over and whisked Niall away who left with an eyebrow raise and from the looks of it they were about to go blowie and make up.

As Y/n turned to face her boyfriend she sighed. Her boyfriend. She had one of those! 

She leaned forward to plant a quick peck on his lips. 

“Take me home, Styles?”

So he did.

love u thanks for ur patience more soon - L xxxx

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Hi can I request a lando x f!reader when she’s really sick and how lando takes care of her, like A. fluffy and comforting fic. I just found ur acc and I’m so excited for ur upcoming writings!!!!

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Thank you sm! Hope you enjoy this one, 🎀<3

Sick days and Race weekends— LN4

Lando discovers that his girlfriend got sick while he was away for a race and didn't want to worry him. — Lando Norris x f!reader, fluff, comfort, reader has a bad case of the flu, no use of y/n word count: ca. 1.2k

Ever since you were a kid you'd never been the type of person to get actually sick. Sure, a little cough and runny nose maybe, but nothing ever really drastic. Personally, you were pretty sure your immune system was simply a wonderful combination of good genes and growing up in the countryside.

Your parents had always told you that the fresh air and spending a lot of time outdoors with some exposure to animals had probably played some part in your never being sick as well and developed your immune system in a way people who grew up in urban areas would never have.

But when you moved to London for uni a little later in life, a huge city with tons of traffic, pollution and surprisingly little greenery, you found yourself getting sick more often than when you lived on your parent's farm surrounded by green grass, fields that stretched for miles and lots of animals. However this time you got sick. Runny nose, aching joints, pounding headache, hacking cough, fever that came and went as it pleased... The whole flu package, really.

You'd already started feeling a little off before Lando left for Austin on Wednesday and it had gradually gotten a little worse each day, but by Friday it all just hit like a wrecking ball. But you being you, decided not to say anything much about it and tell your boyfriend it was just a common cold you were dealing with back home.

He'd done so well in Qualifying on Friday and he should really be concentrating on his upcoming race and not his girlfriend's inane complaints from halfway across the globe. You didn't like worrying people. It didn't feel right plaguing someone else with your problems when surely you could somehow find a way to work it out yourself anyway.

But now it was Monday morning and you had curled up on the couch under the heaviest blanket you could find with a half empty tissue box and a giant mug of tea on the coffee table beside you a few hours ago already. You were cold and shivering like leaves in the wind on an icey autumn day like today, even with your hot drink and the warm blanket thrown across your body.

You couldn't have been more miserable. You felt like you were dying. You couldn't go to work, or leave the house because you simply felt awful and weak. So, you decided to just lay down on the couch and wait for Lando to get home.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of waiting for the familiar sound of a key turning in the lock, you perked up a little at the sound coming from the door across the room. Lando stepped inside and shut the door behind him with a soft sigh slipping past his lips, not noticing you.

"Hey... P2!" you croaked weakly and forced a small smile onto your lips when you saw your boyfriend step into your shared flat, suitcase in hand, his coat and shoes still on as well after he just made his way through Heathrow airport and probably (definitely) went through a mini heart attack too when his luggage didn't immediately come out with everything else from the flight, like he always does when you're flying somewhere.

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he'd actually heard you call out to him. It was the last thing he expected to hear. Reasonable response, you had to concur— after all, you were supposed to be at work. Then he turned to face the couch and saw you laying there, basically drowning under the heavy fabric of your blanket.

"Hey, hey... What's wrong? Why aren't you at work?" he asked in a voice that showed obvious signs of worry as he quickly kicked his shoes off and went over to you, feeling your forehead with his cold palm. "Jesus. You're basically on fire, baby... I thought you just had a normal cough?!"

"Didn't wanna worry you," you chuckled with an innocent smile, but before you knew it, your chuckle turned into yet another harsh cough. According to your mum, you sounded like an elephant with tuberculosis, like she told you over the phone yesterday. Harsh but true comparison, you had to admit.

Lando groaned and shook his head in an exaggerated way. "Yeah but, you should worry me when you get a fever like this!" However his expression softened to one of sympathy as he sat down beside you on the edge of the beige couch, gently stroking your forehead in an attempt to make you feel more at ease.

"Why didn't you tell me you felt this bad when we talked yesterday?" he frowned, some of his soft curls falling onto his forehead.

"You just got P2 and you sounded so happy about that on the phone, so I didn't wanna dampen the mood," you respond with a shrug.

"The only thing you've got me feeling right now is worried, baby. Come on, you can hardly talk without having a coughing fit," he sighed, putting his arm around you and planting a kiss on the crown of your head. "Have you had anything to eat?"

"Not yet," you sniffled softly and shook your head, rubbing the bridge of your nose with your index finger and thumb. It felt like there was someone playing a damn drum solo against the inside of your skull. "Didn't have the energy to make myself anything more than tea. I feel like death..."

"I know, baby, I know..." Lando sighed softly and gently stroked your cheek with his thumb as he stood up and placed his hands on his hips, looking down at you. "I'll make you some toast, okay? But first let's get you to bed... The couch isn't comfortable enough for when my girl needs to rest. It'll give you a stiff neck, sweetheart."

Lando gently looped his arm around your waist and helped you get up from the couch, a soft groan escaping your throat. He held you upright as you slowly walked over to the bedroom where your boyfriend lied you down in bed and pulled the covers over your shivering body, enveloping you in a warm sea of soft bedsheets.

"Alright..." he said with a sympathetic gaze in his hazel eyes and fluffed up your pillow a little, so you could lay down more comfortably. "I'll make you something and I'll bring you your tea in a minute too. Oh and some of that cough syrup we have as well. I know you don't like it, but I don't like it when you sound like you're gonna cough up your lungs any second. Do you want me to make you some soup later too?"

"You can make soup?" you retorted raspily and covered your mouth as another cough slipped past your chapped lips.

"Well... no... But I can make soup from the can?" Lando suggested with a sheepish grin, which caused you to smile a bit as well. It was so nice to have someone who just wanted to help and make you feel better.

"That'd be nice, thank you..." you replied softly and smiled, though you quickly covered your mouth as he leaned down to kiss you. "No! I'll get you sick too!"

"Well, I sure as hell won't let you sleep alone tonight, so whether I kiss you now or have my arm around you for seven hours tonight doesn't really make a big difference, does it?" he chuckled and gently took your hand away from your face to press a chaste kiss against your pale lips.

"Stay with me afterwards?" you hummed softly, not yet pulling away from the tender sensation of his lips on yours and your hand in his.

"I'll stay as long as you want me to," said Lando in response and gently gave your hip a pat. "But first I'll get you something to eat and your tea from the living room, yeah?"

#f1 #f1 x reader #mclaren #lando norris #lando x reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #comfort #sick #fluff #qatarsprint2023 #reader grew up on a farm #us gp 2023

[batmansb1tch]

BLIND DATING

summary: u get voted out in blind dating with sharky and he immediately regrets their decision

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you’d been unbelievably chosen for a beta squad video after you and your uni friends jokingly signed up for it, not believing you’d truly get chosen. you’d immediately contacted your friends about it in extremely anxiety in which you purposefully signed up to be viewed by millions of watchers on the beta squad channel.

your friends calmed you down, claiming that this experience at least would allow you to meet some of your favorite youtubers, especially your huge longtime crush and favorite, sharky.

day of the shoot you’d figured that you’d wear something simple which meant a black skims dress dupe, of course since you were a broke uni student, and a pair of simple black heels. you quickly straightened your hair and applied a good amount of makeup before setting it for a few minutes and rushing off to the set as not to be late.

when you arrived, the production team quickly gathered you with the rest of the women. it was intimidating at first, being surrounded by such beautiful women, but it wasn’t hard to make friends with the bunch.

you were a bit nervous though considering you hadn’t been showing off as much skin as the girls around you, and you knew how the minds of men worked, especially after having watched previous episodes of this specific series. you’d considered yourself average looking, despite all the girls hyping you up prior to lining up.

—

you’d reached the final two girls left in the blind dating sequence miraculously. sharky and the others seemed to appreciate your prior knowledge of the beta squad, being a loyal member of the NDL. although, you’d started to become nervous whether sharky and the rest of the guys would find you attractive or not. you knew it wasn’t healthy to seek the validation of these men, or any men as a matter of fact, but you couldn’t deny the increasing heart rate.

the beautiful girl next to you had been wearing booty shorts, cowboy boots, and a tied up flannel with a revealing tank top under it, and you couldn’t lie, you wouldn’t blame sharky for wanting to take a ride, but some part of you hoped he’d choose you. it was silly you realized, but you still hoped.

after being asked where you were from and discussing your favorite foods, a final question was asked.

“what’s your main priority in your life?”

you had the misfortune of going first, winging your answer by answering honestly.

“finishing uni and hopefully fulfilling my dream job of working with animals.”

it didn’t matter what the next girl said because the overwhelming fear of dogs amongst the group immediately ruled you out.

“i’m so sorry to say, but number two, you’ve been voted out. come give papi a hug, yeah?” you’d assumed he was forced to say.

you sighed both in disappointment and relief as this anxiety filled journey reached its end, but you were still extremely nervous about meeting face to face with sharky. you took a deep breath and stepped away from behind the curtain and towards him. the clacks of your heels of the floor caused sharky to finally open his previously closed eyes.

he immediately lets out an exaggerated gasp, repeating the word ‘no’ multiple times before looking anywhere but you.

“no way, man. you guys ruined it for me.. nah nah nah… oh my days she’s gorgeous.”

there were screams in sharky’s ear regarding how much he’d fumbled and how he needed to get on his knees and beg for you to give him another chance, disregarding the girl who’d just won the challenge. surprisingly, sharky has done just that, getting into his knees and placing his hands around your waist.

“please forgive me.. truly it was them, not me. just give me another chance? i’d spoil you so good baby, please?” he begged, the rest of the squad hysterically laughing at how pathetic he was being.

you thought it was a prank at first, but when you’d locked up with sharky, you simply couldn’t rest his puppy-dog stare that bore into your soul. you motioned for him to get up before taking a sharpie out of your bag and tapping his arm. hw immediately understand and desperately rolled up his sleeves. you wrote your number down, before kissing him on the cheek before whispering something in his ear and walking away, making a slick ‘call me’ motion and walking away. you were unsure where this newfound confidence came from but it only fueled you on even more as you felt sharky’s burning stare following you.

“sharky?” chunkz yelled, no response.

sharky had been left in shock and silence, just watching you walk away. only after a few moments did he come back to reality to finish off the video.

“ya the fans are truly going to clown you for this one, i can’t lie.” aj mentioned to sharky after the shoot, unable to contain his desire to tease his friend.

sharky rolled his eyes and chuckled, because all that mattered was that he got your number and could make it up to you whenever you wanted.

—

BRO IDK THIS WAS SOO BAD 😭😭😭 WHATEVER I LOVE SHARKY SM ITS COMPLETELY FINE

#beta squad #sharky #niko omilana #chunkz #aj shabeel #king kenny #betasquad imagines #beta squad imagines #sharky x reader #sharky imagine #beta squad imagine

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

i’ve never requested anything from anyone so i’m a lil nervy butttt…

i’d love a relationship arc with the one and only soap! i love him and his lil mohawk! like he’s stationed wherever and he meets then falls in love with a native citizen who works closely with the military and their relationship from when they first meet to first date to first kid to marriage (100% doesn’t need to be in that order btw)

everything you come up with is 🤌 so i know it’ll be good!🤍🤍

—Life Snaps By In Flashes

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [A collection of memories from the second he laid eyes on you. All flashing past in the soft buzzing of the overhead lights.] ❞

It was by some dumb luck that he’d locked eyes with you that day, decades ago now, but he carries that memory with him like a dog with a bone. Stuck under the glow of the overhead lights, Soap calls them all forward—the good, the bad, the moments of peaceful nothing. 

It had been on an OP, out in the field on surveillance for another threat. You had served him a coffee at a cafe, given that kind smile, and he had been gone far before he had been called to move in. Johnny was surprised at how fast it had happened, but he had always been easy to gather affection from, truthfully. 

And when he had found out that you were an informant? Beautiful, smart, and reliable? He had half stuttered his way through a fake confident question for your number, and you had happily agreed with a smirk. You told him it was because of his honesty—the intentions clear on his face from the moment you’d walked through the door of the military base, written intel under your left arm and a recorder in your right palm. 

He thought you were perfect from only one glance, and he had never thought otherwise. 

Of course, there were fights, and disagreements about the job and the safety of each other. That was fair—it was natural. That was life, and what would the purpose be unless to prove that the two of you loved with all of your souls? 

The first date was common, nothing fancy—a nice, casual supper at a restaurant that would be frequented far into your older years. Everyone there would end up knowing your names, the owner himself being invited to your wedding. 

Oh, the wedding. Johnny can call that forward as easily as air. Or, at least, as easily as air used to come to him.

You, in that dress, staring at him and walking down that aisle. Everything else had blurred that day, and all he could care about was how you looked at him—standing just ahead with your hands in his shaky ones; his lips quivering as he pushed out a shocked laugh.

“You look…amazing, Bonnie. Lord, you’re just perfect.” You had laughed at his hushed whisper above the muttering of the officiant, eyes glassy. Johnny had tried to stifle his hoarse inhales as you called him handsome right back. 

From then came the next journey—kids. Many of them. Johnny had as big of a family as he and you had always wanted; adventures and hardships. Football games and music shows, painting exhibits, and movie nights where everyone was snuggled together. His blue eyes staring at you over the heads of your brood. 

Every night he would thank you for it. Every night.

The years drew and drew, retirement and the kids going off to Uni—leaving and getting married themselves. Wrinkles. Graying hair.

Until here. 

Until muscles broke down and you needed a wheelchair, Johnny a cane. Until the kids had thought it better to make his office into an at-home care room for the two of you—a live-in nurse down the hall.

The kids had visited yesterday with their own little ones. The older ones had known, of course, just by looking. Smart devils, Johnny had called them when they were just tiny things. And they were. 

You and him had raised some damn smart little devils.  

Johnny had snuck into your room tonight, his heart hurting him and his mind understanding. He slipped into your bed and you both shared it one last time as you weakly kissed his pale cheek, him nuzzling his head into yours and muttering a low ‘I love you’.

You had passed not three minutes ago.

As he always had been, Johnny was loathed to leave you waiting for him. So here, with those overhead lights, he lets his eyes dip closed, and he swears that a soft hand brushes his cheek, calling him home. 

Outside, the crickets creek, and the stars blink. The wind slips through the curtains of the open window, swaying them in a dance only they know.

Johnny does as he always did before he fell asleep, and it came as easy as letting that final breath go.

“...Thank you.”

#cod #cod x reader #call of duty #cod x you #cod mw22 #x female reader #mw2 #mw2 2022 #call of duty x you #cod x female reader #x fem!reader #soap call of duty #john soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap cod #soap mactavish #soap x you #soap x reader #johhny soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish #johnny soap mctavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #cod mw2 #john mactavish #mw x reader

[theysaidhush]

Do you still write for enha?(legal line ofc)

Ignore this ask if you're uncomfortable hehe!!

Imagine

Jake as your young professor that has a crush on you , the reader is always welcome to his house because yk (crush thingy) you were trying to find the restroom in his house because he fell asleep while tutoring you and you accidentally open this one room and it shocks you to see alot of pictures informations about you etc. And then he suddenly locks you two in that "room" and makes you look at the pictures of you while he was fucking you so hard!

Professor Jake who loves his student maybe a bit too much

Professor Jake will be the end of me, I bet he would be the favorite of all, always happy and nice !

Kinda changed your ask a bit ? But ayoo it's descriptive carefuuul

🕊DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT🕊 (non-con)

Jake likes you very much. He's successful, kinda rich, handsome, but he's experiencing the longest dry spell of his life. All because of you. You were cute, pretty, funny and hard-working. He knew that you were hard-working because you were often working in front of him. Well, he was your teacher, after all.

But there was just something about you that made him whimper attempt thought of your lips around his cock at night, when he was clutching and stroking his dick, remembering the sweet fragrance of your perfume as he was leaning over you as you were doing your exercises. You're the reason he started wearing large pants, it was awkward having to leave class because he was painfully and very much hard in front of everyone.

And you were sweet, innocent, and naive, at least, from Jake's point of view. You were unaware about the way he was always calling you after classes, or waiting for you, waiting for your question. He was sure that you just thought that he was nice, but little did you know he was always eager to leave when with his other students/classes. Just to know where you were, what you were doing on your free time, with who you were hanging out...

He was just taking care of you, people are mean, and students are meaner, young adults between 20 and 30yo who only think about one thing. He was better than them, smarter, more handsome. He could take care of you, he knew what you liked, what you dislikes, where you lived, what you were doing and when... People wouldn't understand how much he loves you. Wouldn't understand why he have pictures of you all over his bedroom, why he has your address on his bedside table. But he's fine, he can love you just the way he wants.

And he is so obsessed with you that he have to keep you around. And the fact that you're just eager to do things properly, so you only think it's weird when he asks you to bring him nothing. He knows that at the moment he'll say he's sick you'll try to help him. That's how he managed to let you in his house. To make you enter the Lion's den. If only you knew, you wouldn't have agreed to be his assistant, but he said he was drowning under the amount of work he had to do. If only you knew, you wouldn't have come into his house when he pretended that he could help you with a subject. And everyone know it's weird being invited in your professor's house, and you should know too goddamn you're in uni, but no, you didn't realize something was happening, and it was weird. Jake was ecstatic.

One day, Jake called you, telling you that he was going to help you with a paper you had to do for another class. He did help you, 50% of the time. The other 50% were spent thinking about how good he would make you feel, how pretty you're, sat at the table were he eat - he must in a dream. And he can't help but think it's domestic. It was pure like this at the beginning. But then, he can't help but think about how he could fuck you on this table. How you would open your legs wider, begging for more, gripping his strong and muscular forearms, pussy tight around his dick, tears dripping down your face - there's just something about you crying that makes his go wild. And when you so something as simple as taking a sip of your drink, he can't help but think about how he would feel too good with your lips wrapped around his dick, mouth warm and welcoming, big round eyes eager to please. But during his reverie, he slowly fall asleep.

When Jake wake up he's in distress. You're not here - where are you ?! He found himself having trouble breathing, palm getting sweaty at the thought of you leaving him, managing to get away from the hold he had on you. He fails to notice your notebook still on the table and your bag near the table leg. He gets up hastily and head toward his bedroom to phone call you. And here you are ! You did not left ! You turned toward him, eyes glistening with tears, your hand covering your mouth wide open, horrified. And oh god you invited yourself in his bedroom ! It means that you're ready, right ? That you're willing to give yourself away, to him. He's the happiest man on earth.

And you're so willing that you throw yourself in his arms while trying to escape, and later, you open your mouth wide while begging him to stop for him to put his hardened and leaking cock between your soft lips. And you're so pretty gagging around his dick, but he might be a bit too rough because you're crying of disgust. But it's fine, he'll slow down for you. You present himself to him, on four when in fact you're trying to crawl toward the door and he rips your clothes and fuck you dumb, just like he planned on doing. His dick slowly comes in and out, red smearing it, and he's hitting all the right spot. And you seem to love it, whimpering and sobbing because you just want this to end already. Jake makes you feel so good, he's so proud of himself, proud of those sounds that leave your lips, pleas coming out of your mouth, and he only hears: "Please stop..."

He knew you loved him.

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen x reader #enhypen jake smut #jake smut #jake hard hours #jake hard thoughts #jake x reader #dead dove do not eat

[admirxation]

the perpetual chase | chapter two

links to other parts: part one | part three

pairing: las plagas!leon s. kennedy x fem!reader (afab) AND Chris Redfield x fem!reader (afab).

disclaimer: this fic will deal with dark content, containing topics of abuse, manipulation, non-con and under the DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT category. this is also a piece of fiction and i do not condone everything i write. you’re responsible for the content you consume and if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable, click off now.

specific chapter warnings: death, attempted suicide, mention of losing a baby, trauma, imprisonment, & mentions of postpartum depression.

word count: 4k

a/n: i’m sorry for taking forever, i had a 10,000 word uni project, but i’m free for a little bit to get some writing done. just a mention, if u want to be tagged in chapters just comment or message me (just a note if ur a blog that has no content, and is ageless i wont interact). also to note anything italicised is a flash back to a memory.

Chapter two: Cruel Consciousness

“I’m… I’m sorry, Y/N, I love you, and I would never hurt you if… if —”

“I know Leon, I know who you are, but… I don’t think the real you can survive now.”

“I know… That’s why I need you to kill me right now… Please, I can’t take it anymore. It’s too much!”

“I’m sorry, Leon. I wish it had happened differently.”

“We would have been happier… l love you.”

“I love you too.”

The sensation of searing pain ripped through, the deafening roar of gunfire, and the overwhelming rush of fear and adrenaline flooded the mind. Voices were barely whispers, attempts to sit up and continue survival were slim to nothing; the vision was blurry, surroundings darkening as if god pulled the night sky in front of the peripheral. Right then and there, the feeling of coldness and abandonment set in, clouding every inch of known existence; it was so cold, with no warmth or comfort, just stranded in a vein of mystery that would forever be kept locked up like a forgotten trinket that has nothing left for existence but to collect dust, and be apart of fond memories — and only memories. Haunting silence set the scene — at first — with the icy tendrils creeping through the veins, numbness. Until a blood-curdling scream was released into the unknown and dark atmosphere.

In cold sweat with tears brimming up in his eyes, Leon had awoken from an icy cold abandonment, realising his sudden reality, remembering the feeling of unknown silence for years — he was in a coma for years, unaware and lost in his atmosphere, but had finally came back the to the material world that he knew in life. He slowly picked his limb body up, watching in utter surprise and bewilderment as he stared at his pale hands, shocked at how the light was now surrounding them and not perpetual darkness; he watched as his chest lifted up and down and appreciated how he was finally breathing, pressing his hands to his heart — it felt like a miracle a god bestowed upon him. This newfound appreciation continued when his hands travelled from his heart to his fingers pressing against his forehead damp with sweat; he couldn’t believe how his mind was clear now; there was no intrusion, no splitting of discomfort as two entities tried to squeeze into one consciousness, his mind and every physical manifestation belonged to him and only him now, feeling like there was no longer a parasite that manipulated every aspect.

That was when he remembered everything. He had constantly dreamed about you while in a coma; those final moments that resulted in his death were on replay in his mind, but when sympathy was granted to him, he would remember the sweet moments when it was an innocent crush next door. That moment in Spain was something he found comfort in consciously delving into. He sat there for a moment and remembered when he saved Ashley.

On his escape from that dreaded Island, he reminisced about how she had asked him to stay, with prominent hints. Still, he denied telling her, “I got to go see a girl back home,” while there was a tinge of disappointment in her voice, she didn’t dwell on it; she was happy and wished him well with the lucky girl; he was going to confess his feelings to you when he took Ashley back home and gotten his thank yous from the president. He had it all planned, the romantic gesture of flowers, telling you how he always looked forward to when you came knocking on his door with your cooking — he loved how caring you were for him. But after he had safely returned Ashley and gotten his thank you, he was dismissed to go back home, and that was when his reality had shifted.

He was coughing up blood, feeling weak as he tried to walk back to the car to be escorted home; he felt like it was nothing, at first, feeling like it was just exhaustion from the trip, which often happened with needing rest and to let his body fully recover from the pain and strain it went through. He ignored it at first, and it rested while he was being escorted back; he was returned home later in the night, and as the driver waved him off, he looked up to your window, noticing your silhouette move toward the curtains, smiling to himself that he knew you were still going to be up at the late hour. As he pulled his key… That was when it happened. An uncontrollable shock coursed through his body, feeling his muscles tense up and jaw clenching down as he grinned his teeth in pain, his fingers tensed up into balls of fists and collapsed on the ground as well as the bouquet he had just for you. This pain was familiar. Las Plagas. He watched his veins darkening, his body shiver in the darkness.

“I thought I was cured,” he whispered to himself, “no, no, I was cured; Ashley put me in Luis’... AH!” he tried to remain quiet, but the pain was now taking over and manipulating his autonomy.

He rushed into the darkness as people looked outside their windows in curiosity and worry, but Leon’s figure was nowhere to be found as he ran into the shadows. He remembered the tears that rolled down his cheeks as he tried to keep quiet, trying to accept his fate, as he pulled his gun from his trouser pockets and wished it ended right there not to cause harm as he saw back in that little village — all those innocent people who had lives, history, not lost from the parasite and resting in death.

“It’s not that hard; just do it,” he told himself as his shaking hand tried to pull the trigger, “you know how to shoot a gun. It’s not impossible. Don’t be a coward. Do the right thing.”

But he couldn’t do it.

The gun jammed when his finger finally pulled it back, feeling the metal shake against his head.

After that was when the parasite took over him, but unlike the people in Spain, it manifested alongside the consciousness and personality of Leon but still overpowered him—resulting in the pain and trauma caused to you. As he remembered everything that happened that night, everything he did to you, the pain he caused and how he dehumanised and objectified you — he was ashamed of himself. He remembered how he tricked you into falling in love with him, into relying on him through his abusive and manipulative behaviour; that was not who Leon was. He knew he was better than that, and he wanted to make it right with his new chance of life. Leon tried to move from the bed he was on, but his legs were unresponsive.

“Shit,” he muttered to himself as he pressed his fingers onto his legs. He could feel his fingers prodding his skin, giving him some relief that they weren’t paralysed; he needed to wait until they ‘woke up’ and allowed him to move about freely.

His body was almost… delayed; only his upper body was mobile and able to move freely, but he couldn’t just sit there and let this haunting memory eat at his conscience with guilt. He used his upper body strength to pull himself from the bed, a thud on the hard ground as he tried to move with determination, his lower body holding him back and having to drag himself like a pathetic creature. The room he was in was unfamiliar; he recognised it as an ordinary hospital room, but as he went to the door and tried to pull the door handle, a voice surrounded the room.

“I admire your determination, Leon, but you’re not getting out of here.”

That voice. That voice was familiar.

“Chris?” Leon was more confused than ever. His appreciation for a second chance at life was slowly short-lived as he lived in another nightmare. “Why am I being trapped here? Answer me!” Leon felt his anger making his face warm, desperately clawing at the door and screaming for release.

“You won’t be getting out any time soon, Leon. You’re not safe from the outside world.” Chris felt pained to tell his friend that he had to be a prisoner in this lifeless room that gave him no joy.

“Not safe! Not safe! I’m cured; that part of my mind is silenced. Why else am I in this room?”

“You’re cured… Temporally,” Chris sighed. " We’ve managed to make a supplement to keep giving you. Our team quickly made it, but a cure is still far from us.”

His heart sank. His desperation had halted and was replaced with a numbness. He thought he was finally cured, but this bliss was temporary; he needed to rely on a needle inside of him to be sane and to keep the monster within him taking everything; life was so fragile; he was so vulnerable, and this kept circulating in his mind.

Leon had pressed his back on the cold wall, tilting his head with closed eyes to process information nobody should have to deal with. ‘It isn’t fair,’ he kept thinking. It felt like a force just loved to torment him for his whole life. From his family being cruelly taken from him, Raccoon City, Spain and now this, was this all a cruel joke to a higher power? He thought to himself.

Right there — as Leon paused to be lost in a sea of thoughts — that wall opposite him had a flicker of uncertainty that danced across the seemingly bland and grey wall; Leon watched as it materialised into pixels, then watched as his attention focused further to see the wall turn into a screen. To his astonishment, it revealed Chris’ face, which he hadn’t seen in so long. It was too much to process; he could not find the words and did not know what to say as he froze. Alongside Chris, he saw strangers in the background with screens of research in front of him; he noticed a flicker of files that he had accumulated back in Spain and even saw a picture of the face of Luis in his laboratory jacket with his team when he was working for Umbrella — his heart still hurt for the man.

“What… What’s all that?” Leon managed to string some sentences together, but his voice trembled with disbelief as his hand pointed to everything behind Chris.

“It’s… complicated,” Chris replied, his gaze flickering to the monitors behind him where charts and graphs danced in a mesmerising data display. Chris’ heart pounded in his chest as he spoke to Leon; he knew he would wake up at some point but didn’t know today would be that day, especially just after he confessed his feelings for you — almost like the universe was telling him something. He took a deep breath before he continued dialogue, “It’s research for a cure… It’s still far away from us, but —” he was cut off.

“You have the files from Luis’ research; shouldn’t that be good enough? He gave me the suppressant before; isn’t that enough of a lead?!”

“It’s been a good lead, but your… situation is more complicated.” This was more bad news that Leon dreaded hearing: “With this disease… You were supposed to turn into what you encountered back in Spain, but it seems like it… evolved into something different.”

“Are you trying to say I’ve turned into some evolved creature?”

Chris laughed as he tried to turn to humour in this moment, “If you want to think of it that way, then be my guest. But the good side is that you won’t be like what you saw back in Spain. We have enough suppressants for you to remain, but until we find a cure, you’re not going anywhere.”

“What about Ashley? She was infected, too.”

“She was cured. It stayed the pure strain so she could be cured back in Spain; you were just unlucky… But try and keep some positivity; you’ll stay alive, and a cure is possible.”

A heavy silence settled over the room, broken only by the steady noise of typing by the strangers. Leon’s mind was whirling with trauma and neverending questions, with fears too vast to name or even get into. But amidst the chaos, one thing arose into Leon’s mind.

“Can I see her?” Leon’s voice was barely audible above the hum of machines, “Can I see Y/N? I want to… set things right.”

Chris’ expression softened, but Leon’s eyes filled with sadness as he begged and begged, “Please, Chris. I’m behind a wall, and I just want to tell her everything I want to. Please, while I have a sound mind.”

“As… As much as I would say that’s a good idea. She’s… um. She’s gone.”

The words hit Leon like a physical blow, knocking the breath from his lungs. Images flashed before his eyes — your smile, your laughter, the warmth of your touch. And now, all that remained was emptiness, a void that threatened to consume him whole. Guilt ate at him as he tried to agree that he couldn’t make it right. He knew he couldn’t turn back the clock and stop all the damage he caused, but he wanted to start with recognition and apologise for everything he did, even if it wasn’t his fault.

“I-I don’t believe you,” a lump in his throat hindered the audibility of his voice, “I-I’ll never get to, n-never get to,” he paused for a moment again, “Did the baby make it?”

Chris momentarily thought, “She lost it while we took her out of your… You know. I’m so sorry, Leon.”

Behind Chris, the scientists exchanged uneasy glances. One of the women tried to hold a steady position as she teared up, hearing his brokenness and the transparent lies Chris was telling him. Everyone in the room could understand, but they also saw the person behind whom they were researching and were told to be cautious. But Chris remained unchanged.

“I have to go now, Leon, but me and Jill will check up on you… We’re here to help.”

Leon nodded; he didn’t want to fight and even wanted to be left alone.

Leon felt at ease as the screen materialised back to the blank wall. He knew people were watching him, but being unable to see a range of faces made him feel alone with his thoughts. All his thoughts were just glimpses and flashes of picturing you, imagining everything he wanted to say to you, and trying to understand that you were gone. ‘I wish I were the one that remained dead,' he thought.

As Chris walked out, he bent over to the team leader. “Don’t tell him the truth,” he murmured in a low and urgent tone. “Keep up the illusion.”

That charade would continue, a fragile facade of woven lies. Leon had to deal with a reality that was just an illusion to keep up appearances. There was now a quiet stillness as Chris left the room, finding his footing to return to the area you and Mason were in. On his way, he noticed Jill standing outside, waiting for another conversation with Chris. She waved him to beckon him over, and of course, he wouldn’t ignore her — even though he wanted to after the not-too-long-ago encounter that still left a bad taste in his mouth. He stepped outside, taking in some much-needed fresh air, waiting for Jill to guide the conversation; she was eager to get her words out.

“I’m hoping you told Leon the lie we agreed on,” she raised an eyebrow, greeted by Chris nodding in agreement.

“I know why we’re not letting him out… We must find a cure before we even consider placing him somewhere. But why did we have to lie to his face about Y/N? Wouldn’t it have been better to say she didn’t want to see him?”

“If he were his normal self, he would have taken that.”

“But he is his normal self; we have a suppressant, and we have managed to keep giving him that.”

“I know, I know. But we don’t know too much about his condition. Luis’ research is limited to a single strain. I doubt we can just go to Umbrella for information,” she took a deep breath and noticed her voice raising in volume gradually, “Let’s say this strain becomes something else; it’s already evolved into another strain; it could get more serious. I would rather him think Y/N is dead so he doesn’t go after her or Mason. I’m not having her be taken away from me again… And I doubt you want that after your little moment with her.”

“Are you still mad that she and I have something?”

“No, I’m so happy I’m practically planning the wedding… What do you think, Chris?” sarcasm at its finest.

Chris sighed deeply at Jill’s stubbornness, “I’m all for protecting her, and I admire how far you’ve gone to protect her, but wouldn’t you rather that she be with someone you know? You know I’m not an awful person,” Jill wanted to open her mouth for a witty remark, “Ah, no comment from you. But back to the point, you know I won’t hurt her, and you’re round, and she’s near you for as long as possible in this quarantine zone if you suspect I’m doing her harm… Which I won’t… You’re there.”

Jill’s hardened exterior softened with the voice of reason: " I didn’t think I would say this, but you’re right, Chris. I just have to get used to it, but I swear if you hurt her, I will do way worse and won’t keep you alive like I am with Leon.”

Chris nodded in acceptance.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

You sat alone in a dimly lit room, your only company with the shadows and the ambient noises across the walls, hearing the occasional footsteps outside your living quarters and the soft hum of the air conditioning filling the silence as you stared at the blank wall, with a still expression. Chris was beside you, and you felt his warm breath and the scratch of his facial hair on your arm; it was strange to have him sleeping soundly beside you. You had spoken to Jill with Chris while Mason was getting his lessons, and there was no point in keeping the secret up. At the same time, it did take away a specific aspect of fun; it was a lot less stressful to keep it from her. All you were doing now was waiting a little longer before Mason knew about it — but that was no worry since Chris was a father figure for him while you were raising him.

Alone with your thoughts, you couldn’t help but drift back to the memories of Leon. You were getting tired of this same routine of having a romantic connection with Chris and then looking back, but you also were patient with yourself, knowing you weren’t going to get over this; no matter how many years passed, it would only be a little easier to cope with but never get over. These memories would invade your memory like an unwelcome ghost haunting and tormenting, stirring up a tumultuous mix of emotions within you. The guilt gnawed at you as you felt like a prisoner even with Leon in the grave, feeling like a fool with the clutches of Stockholm syndrome keeping you and making it unable to break free.

However, as you sat there — lost in your memories and thoughts — another thought started to take the forefront: your conversation with Jill a year after your rescue.

You remembered that night; it was a year from your rescue, and within that year, you thought about so much. The year started with the early days of raising Mason; oh, how much of a darling he was when he was tiny. Before you had given birth to him, you were so excited every time you looked at the ultrasound, your heart skipping a beat every time you thought about how close it was until you could finally touch him, skin to skin, and introduce him to the world. When you saw that face, tears of joy rolled down as you looked at the life you brought into the world; you didn’t care how much he looked like Leon — at that moment — all you cared about was the relief you felt when knowing he was healthy and didn’t have a strain of infection in his veins, you had the privilege of having a beautiful and healthy baby.

But as the months went on, it was getting hard to cope with life after pregnancy; Mason was no trouble, not fussy, and was quite an easy baby; you even had Chris and Jill help to look after him, so you had nothing to complain about. But you remembered how fatigued your eyes were; every day felt like a struggle to continue. You remembered how your body weighted you down and your spirits corrupted with the weight of postpartum. The medical staff were dismissive at first, but after seeing your condition, they began to take a look at it more; it was only more accessible with people by your side. You felt like you were drowning, then suffocating beneath the waves of sadness and emptiness that threatened to consume your every waking moment. But while you were in your solitude, you had time to think, to deeply remember and process what had happened to you, and think deeply about Leon. That was when you built up the courage to ask Jill everything your mind wouldn’t silence itself about.

Your memories echoed that picture as you remembered how you sat across from Jill, your fingers nervously tapping against the tabletop, and you couldn’t shake off that nagging feeling that something wasn’t right for a long time; your mind had delved into a strain that had a gut feeling that there was more to the story that Jill let on. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the conversation you couldn’t sit in silence about anymore.

“Jill,” you began hesitantly, “I need to ask you something.” You had her full attention, and she smiled before she knew exactly what you wanted to discuss. “I have to ask you about Leon.”

Jill’s eye flickered. You didn’t know this then, but her mind was racing to string together words to maintain an appearance, an illusion. She deeply breathed, “What do you want to know?”

You hesitated; your mind raced with the words and everything you wanted to ask, “I… Did… Did Leon actually… die?” Jill looked at you with false confusion.

“Of course he did… Don’t you remember you pulled the trigger, Y/N,”

“What did you do with this body?”

“Excuse me?”

“I killed him… okay… but you wouldn’t have just left his corpse there. You wanted to keep this secret from the general public, or so I’m told, so you wouldn’t have let it stay there for anybody to come across,” Jill was panicking; you didn’t know since she managed to keep a calm composure, but she wasn’t expecting these questions and thoughts from you.

“Well, we didn’t tell you this, but we got some other people to collect him, and we were taken; we don’t know where, but he is dead and was taken care of… I’m sorry.”

You had a gut feeling that she was lying; Jill’s voice had sowed seeds of doubt, and the root of uncertainty grew with each passing moment. You couldn’t keep a straight mind after that and kept thinking, but raising Mason and the constant medical checks was a good distraction.

You continued to stare at the blank wall, with that moment replaying. To this day, you still feel like there is more to the story, like everyone is caught up with the truth, and you kept in the dark. You didn’t want to ignore your gut feeling. Still, for the years you called this place home, you were given no evidence to have doubt but just your ideas from decoding Jill’s demeanour, body language, and how she avoided your gaze in conversations about Leon and what had happened years ago.

But another bit of curiosity crept upon you—the restricted area. You were told that there were just experiments and research on the bioweapons from Umbrella; Jill showed you pictures of the enemies she and Chris encountered, but you thought about how Leon would be a good suspect for experimentation after you learned about where he had gotten infected.

‘What if he’s there?’ you thought.

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The Black Cat - N.YT

Kinktober Day 3

Shibari: Shibari, which translates to "decorative tying," is a form of rope bondage that originated in Japan and dates back to the seventeenth-century Edo period. Shibari involves rope made from jute or hemp and is considered an aesthetically pleasing form of BDSM.

INTRO: For the first time in your life you found something that made you feel alive and beautiful. Then you and your boyfriend broke up. Little did you know meeting Yuta would be the best thing for you and your obsession.

GENRES: Smut

PAIRING: reader (afab) x softdom!yuta

WARNINGS: profanity/swearing, rope bondage/shibari, extensive use of ropes, temperature play, blindfolding, gagging, use of a vibrating toy, a little humiliation and degradation, oral (F), crying (F), slight suspension, mentions of full suspension, reader has a rope kink?, softdom!yuta, bdsm themes - overall explicit content - PLEASE, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS BLOG OR POST IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

WORD COUNT: 5.7k (shit.)

AUTHORS NOTE: Wow, this was not meant to be nearly 6k long... especially since i'm trying to keep all kintober works under 2k (˶ •́◡•̀ ˶) I ended up doing a decent amount of research into shibari and just couldn't keep it short (it needed a backstory!). i really wanting to write for it but i had absolutely no confidence in my ability to describe something so intricate and complicated. However, this is my interpretation of this kink with some other bdsm kinks thrown in to make it interesting. Anyways, enough of my rambling, enjoy! 𖦹 ̫ 𖦹

You met Yuta through a friend of a friend. To be honest you don’t know much about him, even after meeting up with him a few times to discuss your mutual… interests. You met up at normal places, coffee shops mostly, but this time was different. This time you were gonna do what you’d been planning all this time. 

The reason you heard of Yuta was because you were talking to your friend about why you keep going back to your ex. One of the main reasons was the sex. And trust, it wasn’t just sex. Your ex, Ethan, was into shibari. Something you never even knew about before you met him, but it quickly became your favourite obsession. 

There’s just something about the feeling you get when you're tied up, all pretty and captive. The dopamine that courses through your veins is pure addiction and the stress leaves your body immediately. Ethan made you depend on him even after you’re broken up, it being second nature to call him up when you needed your fix. You hate how much you need it. 

Yuta became relevant when your friend said she knew an old friend from Uni who was into shibari, too. She offered to get in contact with her again and ask if you and she could meet up. You were eager to say the least, not having met anyone else with the same kink aside from Ethan and you would do anything to not have to go to him anymore. 

Luckily, her friend agreed and that’s when you met up with her. Lucy is a very funny and warm hearted person. She was incredibly happy to help you learn more about rope bondage and introduce you to more people through parties and clubs. 

On one of those nights was when you first saw Yuta. However, you could say he saw you first judging by the way he stared at you for a good hour before you locked eyes with him from across the room. It was an instant attraction, your breath catching in your throat as you looked him up and down. 

He then walked over to where you and Lucy were talking with some of your new friends, an extra drink appearing in his left hand. His dark hair covered his forehead, dipping just past his brow bone. Eyes twinkling, lips full and plump as they turn into a smile. 

When he reaches you and your friends, his gaze linger on you as he introduces himself to everyone, leaving you for last. “Hi, I’m Yuta.” it’s simple the way he says it, but you can’t help but feel there’s something lying beneath it. You pay it no mind, however, introducing yourself to him. People around you start mumbling, even those caught up in… introductions, stop their activities to peer at your group. 

You can’t help but to feel shy, their unwanted attention making your eyes cast down as you try to become as unnoticeable as possible. Yuta leans in closer to you, “Don’t mind them.” And that’s when you knew he was the one you wanted to do it with. There was something about him that made you feel like he was safe and knew what he was doing. 

On the cab back to Lucy’s place she turns to you as soon as the doors shut. “Oh my god, y/n, you don’t know how big that just was.” her tone is one of disbelief and excitement but you’re absolutely confused. “What do you mean?” 

She grabs your wrist, “Yuta Nakamoto, the one who had his eyes glued to you?” you nod your head, unsure why she’s asking you a question about a guy you met two hours ago. How're you supposed to know who he is? Her eyes widened, “shit, I never told you about Yuta.” she sits back in thought and you begin to panic. Well that was ominous, what the fuck is it supposed to mean? Sure doesn’t sound good. 

She angles her face back, ready to explain while your mind reels thinking you’ve met someone who’s way past your level of expertise. “Yuta doesn’t take interest in a lot of people.” is all she says before pausing again. A frustrated look passes your face, “Lucy, what the hell is with this guy?” She nods her head. 

“Don’t worry, he can’t be bad for you.” She concludes and you give her a very unimpressed look. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She lifts her shoulders, as if in some sort of defeat. “Well, I’ll put it like this,” her eyes pierce yours with a slight look of worry passing through them. “Who better to teach you the art of Japanese rope bondage than Yuta Nakamoto?” 

After that you were cautious, how could you not be? But when Yuta, somehow, got ahold of your number and invited you out for coffee, you didn’t have it in you to say no. From there you learnt what his intentions were with you. He wanted you to be his next ‘muse’. Yuta said he only picks a select few people to teach and participate in his activities, and he wanted you. 

You were hesitant, but your need to be tied surpassed your fear of the unknown. When you were discussing your inexperience with Yuta and his with you, it came up. The fact that you would do almost anything to feel the weight of rope on your skin. Yuta’s reaction was a slow nod, but you saw the look that passed through his irises. It was lust, laced with approval and it made you feel proud. 

After these few meetups, you began to be much more confident around Yuta, unafraid to say the things you wanted and him the same with you. On your last meetup, Yuta asked the question you knew was coming; “Do you want to actually do it next time?” You gulp, a lump forming in your throat. “Of course.” You nod, your eyes reassuring him that you want to do this. Besides, you refused to see Ethan for over three weeks while you’ve been talking to Yuta, and you need this. He smiles, his approval making you happy. 

That brings you to the present moment. You stand outside the address Yuta gave you to meet at. It seems like some sort of club, you think as you observe the outside of the building. Big, bold letters read on the front, ‘The Black Cat”. Spooky, you think to yourself before double checking the address, pulling your coat closer to your shivering body. 

Confirming it is the place, you tame your wildly beating heart by taking in deep breaths as you walk up to the entrance. Your stilettos click on the pavement as you do, and you can’t help but feel overdressed and underdressed at the same time. Not to mention cold, the chilly Autumn air biting at your skin. 

You hear the thumping of slow and sensual RnB resonating from within the building as you get closer, eventually only a foot from the door. Thoughts of regret rush through your mind. What the hell are you doing here? This isn’t you.

Before you get the chance to turn and hurry back to your car, a throuple pushes through the doors, startling you, as they giggle and laugh. The two girls sloppily lie kisses on the guys neck and face as they disappear into the night and you’re envious. They look like they’re having pure, carefree fun. You want that too, and right now your key to that life is waiting for you inside this building. 

Holding your breath, you push through the doors into the warm and sensual atmosphere of the club. Your eyes are greeted with dark furniture and bodies moving together as everyone minds their own business with the people they’re with. You try not to show your shock, as you walk past couches and tables where people are kissing and groping, making your way to the bar at the far end of the room. 

You grasp the surface of the bar with both hands as you roll into it. The air feels heavy in your lungs as the bartender comes over to you. “Need anything, love?” He asks, a heavy English accent lacing his voice. You go to shake your head before someone calls from behind you, “A cosmopolitan for the lady, thanks.” 

You turn around, hoping to see Yuta but instead it’s some other guy. His shirt is off, which isn’t surprising, though it’s not the way you’d introduce yourself to someone. He takes a seat beside you as you prop yourself onto the bar stool. “What’re you doing here, pretty?” He asks, a slur in his voice indicating he’s had a lot to drink. 

“Waiting for someone.” you reply, a coldness lingering in your tone. He either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care because he keeps talking. “You sure? Don’t see anyone running to claim you.” His voice is suggestive and you start to feel slimy while he eyes you up. You only hum in response, hoping he gets the hint to fuck off. 

“Pretty things that don’t get claimed around here, are taken by others.” He says, obviously thinking that you’ll jump into his arms if Yuta doesn’t show up. Luckily, you don’t have to reply as the bartender steps in, “Piss off, Tyler. She’s with Yuta.” his tone is low, like a warning and you begin to wonder just how much power Yuta has within these communities. 

“Like I give a fuck if she’s Yuta’s or not.” He laughs, swinging an arm around your shoulder and you grimace, the smell of sweat and alcohol radiating from him. “You should be.” The bartender replies, who’s name tag reads, Jordan.

The guy harassing you, Tyler laughs louder and more obnoxiously. “And where is big bad Yuta, right now, huh?” You scowl, as he shakes around you. You honestly feel like you could punch him at any second. 

Thankfully, you won’t have to, as an angry sounding voice emits from behind you and Tyler. “Get your hands off of her, Tyler, or I swear to god you’ll loose them.” It sends shivers up your spine and you smirk as it clearly scares the absolute shit out of Tyler. His arm quickly leaves your shoulders as he whips around, his arms in the air in mock surrender. 

“H-Hey man, I was just kidding. No hard feelings.” he stutters, every ounce of his confidence leaving his body as Yuta watches him with stalking eyes. “If you touch her again-” he begins to threaten, but catches the look of fear and uncertainty flash through your eyes and stops himself. He takes a deep breath, “You are never to be anywhere near her again, do you understand?” 

Tyler nods and disappears as fast as he appeared. Yuta gives an appreciative nod to Jordan, the bartender, before grabbing your hand. Tingles shoot up your fingertips as he gently tugs you behind him. “Let’s go somewhere quiet.” you nod in response, trailing after him as he leads you down a long, dark hallway beside the bar. 

You pass doors, each of which have names on them, like offices. Except you know they’re probably not offices. At least not in the traditional sense. He stops close to the end of the hallway when he pulls out a key. You’ve stopped in front of the door labelled, Yuta.N. He gestures with a smile for you to go in first as he cracks open the door. 

You walk in, one hesitant step after the other as he follows you quietly. You’re taking aback when your eyes adjust to the dark atmosphere of the room. The only light being some LED’s scattered around. A four poster bed acts as the centrepiece of the room, and god does it attract your eyes. What catches your attention the most are the hardpoints attached to the posts all around and above the bed, not to mention other odd ones in different corners of the room. 

“They’re for suspension.” Yuta says softly from behind you, patiently letting you take in everything you need to. You nod in reply, casting your eyes to the ones above the couch and the bed to the few that’re just in the middle of the room. It’s daunting you can’t lie. 

There’s a dark chest that is situated near the couch and you can only imagine what’s inside it. This is some fucking fifty shades of grey shit, you think to yourself, a laugh of disbelief almost leaving your mouth. 

“You okay?” He asks, his voice still timid. Truth be told, Yuta's nervous about how you’ll react to everything. He knows you’ve never really delved into more accurate BDSM, and he wants nothing more than for you to want this. He’s been itching to get you into this room, all of his favourite things are in here and now you are too. 

“Yeah. It’s just a lot.” You mutter and Yuta nods even though you can’t see him. You turn around and he takes a moment to watch your expressions. “Just remember we’re not doing that tonight,” he lifts a hand to rub a thumb over your cheek and you sigh. “unless you want to.” he adds. “Okay.” you agree.

“Alright then, why don’t we get to the part you’ve been craving then?” He questions, and you nod your head. “y/n I really want you to speak up and talk to me okay?” he asks and your eyes widen. “That might’ve been how you did it with your ex, but for this to work for us, we need to communicate.” 

He’s right, with Ethan communication wasn’t really a thought. Verbal conversation didn’t matter as long as he got what he wanted, and you obviously never picked up that that’s not how this is supposed to work. It’s refreshing to be doing this with someone who knows what he's doing and wants to make sure you’re okay with it every step of the way. 

Though, it does little to calm you on the fact that Yuta is much more experienced than you. The only person that you ever participated in rope bondage with was Ethan, and you never paired it with suspension. Despite the nerves you have to admit that the thought makes your pussy clench embarrassingly. 

“Yes, Yuta. I want you to tie me up.” you try to say with confidence, your eyes holding contact with him. He smiles, relief flooding you. “Perfect. Let’s begin then.” He clasps his hands together, guiding you by your elbow to the centre of the room. 

You’ve talked about how he would tie you up for the first time, but he still talks you through it as he begins by pulling a few bunches of hemp rope from the dark chest. He unravels the first bunch, laying it in his palms before gesturing to you. “Take off your clothes, y/n. Did you wear what I told you to?” Your breath hitches, as it actually dawns on you. You’re doing this, and by the look on Yuta’s face, you’re gonna love it. 

“Yes, I did.” you reply, surely removing your woollen trench coat. The material falls to the ground, you only being left in the black bondage harness and heels he sent to you. It seems that now you’re without the coat, you’re feeling hot but when it was the only thing covering you, you were cold. It’s strange how your body reacts to him, a practical stranger. 

“Good girl.” he purrs, looking you up and down. You shudder at the compliment, satisfied to have pleased him. He steps close to you, picking up the coat and gesturing for you to take of the heels. You do and he walkd to the corner of the room before placing them on the coat and shoe rack. Your eyes track him as he does and when he comes back to stand in front of you, you find yourself wanting to kiss him. Yet, it feels forbidden.

His breath falls on your lips as yours is held in your throat, not wanting to ruin the moment by breathing. “On your knees, now.” is all he says and you’re falling to the ground before the sentence is finished. When your knees meet the hardwood your eyes peer up at him through your lashes. He pulls the rope through his fist, your attention shifting to his hands. They’re large and veiny, and you want them on you but you sit quietly and wait for his request, eager to please. 

“We’re gonna start today with something simple and pretty.” he starts fighting the urge to coo at the way you look up at him. “Shibari is a form of decorative tying as you probably know, but it’s also used for pleasure. That’s what we’ll be doing too.” he explains and your head becomes light with the thought of the ropes wrapped around you, all pretty and confined. 

Now, my little rope bunny,” he says, a tinge of admiration following the pet name. “I’m going to first start by doing ‘shinju’, which is a traditional breast bondage technique.” he adds nonchalantly, and it sends more wetness to your pussy, a throbbing ache already burying itself deep in your abdomen and he hasn’t even touched you yet. 

You nod, a weak ‘uh huh’ leaving your lips. He grins, kneeling down to your level where he starts to gently glide the rope across your skin. An involuntary groan escapes you and Yuta freezes. “Jesus, never had anyone react that quick.” He mutters, more to himself than to you. You nod, deciding whether or not to just say what you want to, in the end you bite the bullet, wanting to see how he reacts. “Was wet before it even touched me.” You let out breathily. 

Your eyes close in bliss as he continues, making the first knot. You hear a curse slip from his lips and you internally smile in glee, glad you’re having an impact on him like he does on you. True to the name ‘shinju’ the rope goes around your waist, under your breasts before wrapping around your shoulder and beneath your armpit. Circling around your neck creating a halter. It then goes between your breasts before looping under the rope beneath them. Yuta takes his time with the rope, truly enjoying the art he’s making. Finally, the end of the rope is wrapped the whole way around both of your breasts, forcing them to bulge outwards. 

Your nipples perk towards him, his fingertips brushing them making you moan again. God, the feeling of the rope tight on your skin is alike to nothing else. The way you sense you’re constricted is blissful. Yuta watches the way you react like a hawk. No one he’s ever done this with has reacted like you do and it's fascinating.

Goosebumps follow every part of your skin he touches, the rope making you gasp and breathe heavier every time he places it across a bare area. When he ties each knot with careful precision, you can’t help the way you feel like a piece of art. 

When he finishes the ‘shinju’, he sits back on his heels, admiring his work. A smile graces his gorgeous face and you can’t help the way your face mirrors his. “How does that feel?” he asks, tugging at the knots to make sure they are all firm but not too constricting. 

“Feels good.” You reply, surprising you both as your voice is cracked and strained like you’re already wrecked. He nods, keeping an eye on you. “Do you want to try ‘koutou ushiro te shibari’? It’s just a hands behind the head tie.” You know you’ve hardly gone deep into what Yuta knows, really only skimming the easiest methods from his knowledge. It’s just the way he sounds so confident about these different ties. Ethan was never like that, always unsure of himself and constantly hurting you. 

You nod, a small noise of agreement leaving you. He strokes your cheek adoringly and you shift slightly on your knees, the rope around your breasts tightening eliciting a moan from between your lips. Yuta chuckles, “you really are enjoying this aren’t you, bunny?” The pet name causes you to only moan in response. 

He stands and walks behind you. “Hands above your head.” He instructs and you obey. He never has to ask twice with you and he loves it. Grabbing your wrists he wraps a new piece of rope around your left one a few times before pulling it tight and doing the same with the other wrist, effectively binding them together. 

You grunt as he pulls them firmly before looping around the connective piece of rope between your wrists. He then brings the ends down your spine till it reaches your waist. Wrapping his arms around you he curls it around your waist, making a pretty knot at the back that sits in the curve of your spine. 

“There.” he sighs, admiring the way your arms are now restricted, folded towards your neck. You whimper, the soft rope tight around your waist making you wiggle against the delicious pressure. “Ok bunny, how would you feel about being attached to that hardpoint there.” He points to the metal ring hanging above you and you nod, a sound of compliance coming from your chest. 

“Alright, stand up then.” He says watching to make sure you’re okay. Your knees wobble, weak from being on your knees for so long but you manage to stand in a stable position. Shibari is beautiful but all beautiful things take time. Yuta probably spent over 30 minutes tying these knots on you, each pretty piece of rope accentuating your body features. 

Yuta turns around, going back to the dark chest and pulling out a longer piece of rope. Reaching above you, he loops the rope through the ring. Pulling it down tight, he walks behind you and ties it to your arm tie. He laces it into the knots, focusing on making it museum worthy. 

This is part of the reason you love rope bondage. The attention to detail and goal of perfection makes you feel like a art piece to be worshipped, like the Mona Lisa. It’s also very intimate, the time you spend together, both parties enjoying their role. The last aspect you love is the build up to the intimate part. Sometimes it takes hours to tie someone how they want and it’s all so exhilarating. 

You gasp as Yuta pulls the rope tight, not quite suspending you but your feet are only just still on the ground. You whine in disappointment, wanting to be fully suspended. Yuta laughs, “there’s gonna be other times, bunny. We can work up to it.” he says, dragging a finger around your waist as he walks to your front. 

His fingers catch the rope around your waist, pulling you toward him, effectively lifting your toes from the ground. Your weight pulls down on your arms’ muscles, the burn delicious but not enough to sustain for more than a few seconds.  “See.” he whispers into your ear, sending a chill through your body. Yuta’s right, you need to get stronger to be able to hold your own weight comfortably.

“I’m not going to tie your legs today either, I don’t think you could handle it to be honest.” he smirks as your face twists. He turns to go somewhere behind you, not being able to see him you whine out loud. “Be patient, bunny.” he scoffs as you hear what you presume to be a fridge door open and shut. He rummages around with a few different things where you can’t see him before he comes into your vision again. 

On a small tray he has an assortment of objects. A dark blindfold sits neatly next to a ball gag and a small bowl of ice cubes. The last object on the tray is something you’ve never seen before, it's not large and sorta egg shaped. Seeing your confusion at the object, Yuta picks it up, showing you closer. “It’s a vibrating egg, this goes into your sweet little pussy.” 

You suck in a breath, an innocent ‘oh’ leaving your parted lips and it takes everything in him to not kiss you. That’s what the gag is for. He gets close to you, the ball gag in hand before he brings it to your lips. “Open.” he demands and of course, you comply. He places the ball part in your mouth, tying it behind your head. It’s a comfortable size, you note, especially since you have a rather small mouth. 

Next he picks up the blind fold, navigating around your body so he’e behind you again. Bringing it over your eyes, you groan into the gag. He makes sure you can’t see before securing it and you must admit you’ve never been gagged and blinded before. Ethan usually wanted you mouth free and eyes open so you could suck him off. You can tell with Yuta though, that this is more about pleasuring you for him. 

Without your sight, everything immediately becomes more sensual. The only thing you can really count on is the hearing, due to your loss of touch as well. You listen closely as he shuffles around you, when suddenly he’s pressed against your back. You can feel all of him on you like this and you can’t help the noise that emits from you, muffled around the gag. 

His fingertips dance around your waist, moving to the front of your body before he reaches between your closed legs. “Part them.” he mutters deeply into your ear and you groan, complying instantly. Brushing over your pubic bone you begin to pant around the gag. The increase in the rise and fall of your chest causes the ropes around your breasts to tighten and loosen periodically. 

He finally tickles your clit with his fingers, only ghosting over it in a teasing manner. You shiver in his hold, body vibrating and he makes a noise of approval. “Such a good little bunny. So responsive.” he murmurs in your ear, flicking your clit harshly. Almost painfully, but you couldn’t give a fuck, a strangled moan slipping around the gag. Your hips buck, looking for his fingers and the fact you can’t see them, makes you drip. 

“Okay, no more teasing. Just know I’m being extra nice since it’s your first time.” He confirms in your ear. Oh, you know he would tease you for hours and not get sick of it. But you’re happy he’s serving it to you on a silver platter this time. You moan out in response, it being the only noise that gets past the gag in your mouth as drool begins to dribble from the corners of your lips. 

He runs his fingers through your folds, another moan leaving from deep within your chest. “So wet.” He muses to himself and you begin to blush. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed, bunny.” He’s coos into your ear. “It’s so sexy that I barely have to touch you and you’re ready to go for me.” You’re always ready, is what you want to say, but the gag would make that near impossible. 

His fingers dip into your soaking pussy, beginning to slowly pump in and out of you. You can’t help the string of muffled curses that you grumble out, nearly choking on your saliva as you do. “Careful, bunny. As much as I’d love to see you choke, it won’t be on your own accord.” Your eyes roll back at his words, your pussy squeezing around his fingers as he chuckles at the reaction he gets from you. 

Suddenly he slips something inside of you and you’re guessing it’s the egg toy. It feels foreign. Smooth and round, snug deep in your pussy. His fingers leave you and you whine, the noise pitiful as he pats your hair soothingly. You hear the sound of sucking and your heart rate increases. “Mhm, you taste good, little bunny.” he moans into your ear as he licks his fingers and you wish more than anything right now, that you could see him. 

You wiggle against your ropes, groaning as they tighten on your skin. You hear him laugh at you as you embarrass yourself. It only turns you on more. “Right. Are you ready to see just exactly what this little toy can do?” He asks. You nod in response, thinking he wouldn’t expect you to answer verbally. You were wrong. 

He slaps your thigh. Not as hard as you’d like, but hard enough to hurt a little. It makes your back arch against the ropes as you throw your head back, a deep, primal sound emitting from deep within your chest. “Answer me.” he demands and you try your best to be good and answer. A barely understandable ‘yes’ is filtered from your mouth, drool now running down your chin like a stream. 

He doesn’t even think before he leans in close to you, using his tongue to lick up the mess you’ve made of yourself. You let out a high pitched moan as your mind races. He’s so fucking dirty and you love it. He gets to the corner of your lips, where he flicks his tongue into your mouth briefly, before pulling away. A noise of disagreement leaves you and he looks on, amused and intrigued by you. 

He grips the little remote in his hand, pressing the on button. You immediately react. Your body jolts as the little toy vibrates to life and so it starts. You officially can’t keep the noises in and Yuta only encourages you with his sweet and filthy words. 

The feeling of the toy vibrating deep in your pussy is ecstacy. With both your sight and will to string together a sentence evaporated, you are left to only focus on your impending orgasm. Wanting to participate Yuta picks up an almost melted ice cube, running it across your already hardened nipple. 

The sting of the cold makes you hiss, the feeling a painful pleasure. He creates a process of making your abused nipple freeze, before defrosting it in his mouth then switching to the other. The sensations make your head loll to the side and Yuta notes that next time he should tie you so that your neck gets more support. 

Your toes still on the ground begin to tingle as you feel an orgasm rise in you. Your chest rises and falls more rapidly and Yuta notices. Nipping and pinching at your sensitive nipples brings you to the edge quicker. A final bite to your chest pushing you into your orgasm. 

However, Yuta doesn’t turn the toy off. You try to argue your disagreement around the gag as a couple moments pass. When he still makes no move to turn the little buzzing toy off, you wiggle in your restraints. “Shush, bunny. It’s alright, do you trust me.” He mumbles against your chest. Luckily a nod is enough to satisfy him this time as he replies, “Good girl.”

Quickly you’re brought to another orgasm, but before you can cum, Yuta is on his knees sucking your clit between his lips. When the cold touches your sensitive nerves you all but scream into the gag, thrashing as he loops his arms around your thighs to stop you from moving. Definitely tying your legs next time, he thinks to himself. 

You cum hard, but he still doesn’t stop. Tears begin to fall down your cheeks as you sob into the gag. “Aww, is my little bunny ready to throw in the towel already?” He asks, a degrading tone in his voice. You shake your head, a muffled ‘no’ crying from your sobbing mouth. 

“Just one more for me, bunny. I promise.” You nod your head, only wanting to please him so bad. Even though he makes every nerve in your body burn, he’s a flame you’d gladly walk into every time. “Good girl.”, he praises stroking your thigh adoringly. You’re absolutely perfect for him. 

He pops an ice cube in his mouth, ghosting over your poor, swollen clit once again as you sob harder, feeling his breath on you. He attaches his lips around it, a broken moan turning into a weak scream as he places the ice cube directly on your clit. With the egg still vibrating inside you, his lips sucking your clit and the damned ice cube making it throb, you stand absolutely no chance. 

You cry out loud as you cum again. At this point a mix of your tears and drool stream down your face and neck, while cum dribbles down your thighs. Yuta wastes none of it, sucking your sticky thighs clean of the substance, caressing your skin as he does. 

After a few moments he’s quick to stand up. You hear him behind you before he loosens the rope holding you up, the slack causing your knees to collapse as you try to hold your own weight again. He catches you, arm securely wrapped around your waist as he guides you to the bed where he swiftly removes all the rope from your body.

When he removes your blindfold and gag, you begin to hiccup as your eyes adjust to the dim room before landing on him. He’s looking at you proudly with a hint of worry showing on his features. “You okay, y/n?” he asks softly. You nod, a quiet ‘yeah’ forming as your jaw adjusts to being closed again. 

Every muscle in your body burns, and this is the last part of rope bondage you love. The way you can always feel it long after you’re finished. He grabs a damp towel and begins to gently wipe the sweat, cum and drool from your body before you collapse into him. He hugs you close to him and you feel completely safe and satisfied. 

“That was amazing.” you sigh into him, and you swear you almost feel him deflate around you. “That’s good, I’m glad you did.” He mumbles into the top of your head. 

“Next time we should stretch first though.” you grumble and he laughs, his whole body vibrating and you can’t help but laugh lightly too. 

“Okay.” he replies, obeying you for the first time tonight.

#nct smut #kpop smut #nct 127 #kpop scenarios #neohub #nct x reader #yuta nakamoto #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #nct scenarios #shibari #ropebondage #bdsmplay #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #potatocitytechnology

[000bachelor]

Previews of Savannah Reed and Brooklyn Hayes for my upcoming LPS: Popular inspired/based webcomic! For a quick snippet, the comic will be set in 2005 with our main characters being juniors (ages 16-17) in high school. The high school, O.C.D. (Orange County Day) will be set in Santa Ana, California, a real city in Orange County.

Savannah 'Savvy/Sav' Reed is a 16-year-old dachshund/beagle-mix born in March of 1989 in Red Lodge, Montana to her overprotective yet caring mother, a nurse, and mostly-absent father, a railway conductor. To quote her description, 'She is your stereotypical ‘homely-to-homegirl’ type chick... Savvy is, overall, a sweet-tempered girl with poor self-esteem who desperately just wants to fit in. Savvy hates lying and liars, which she quickly figures is one of the main ways to survive in her newfound dramatic high school life, even if it means lying to herself'.

Brooklyn 'Brooke/Brookie' Hayes is a 16-year-old Moggy (standard-issue) cat born in October of 1989. She is the most popular girl at O.C.D, and will do anything it takes to retain that status. Her family runs on generational old money, and her mother is one of Cali's best plastic surgeons, with her deceased husband having been one of the best lawyers in the state prior to his passing. Brooke was close to her father and is distant with her mother, and to quote her description, 'Brooke is deep-down a stray and scared kitten, who is afraid of criticism and who will not hesitate to bring out the claws if faced with vulnerability. Brooke hates herself, and knows that she is miserable, as the last piece of her true self still remains under lock-and-key within the darkest depths of her hardened heart. Popularity to Brooke is like a drug, and a drug that she must constantly supply herself with to keep that last, thinning thread of her sanity intact'.

More of the characters will be coming soon, I promise! As a full-time uni student with a job, things can be strained!

#art #digital art #artists on tumblr #fanart #redesign #furry #anthro #lps #littlest pet shop #lps popular #brooklyn hayes #savannah reed #2000s #y2k #2000s aesthetic

[pacifymebby]

They Say I'm Too Young To Love You / Sam Fender

after many months? of waiting here it is The long awaited, something of myth, age gap HC. Did we ever really think it would materialise? its actually so long now sorry, if you hate it tough you'll get what yer given xoxo

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🐇 You're at an afters with your best friend from uni, she's Deans little sister and she's been promising to introduce you to her brother and his friends for ages...

🪽 At 22 you're still pretty young, quite shy for your age and though you wanted to come to the party, and you are enjoying yourself... A raging afters isn't exactly your comfort zone. You're gazing around the packed out room a little overwhelmed and a little in awe... You're sure there's more people in this one room than you've been friends with your entire life... And you know they're all here for one person only... Sam

🐇 Obviously you know who he is. Even if you didn't know who he was your friends told you so much about him and the rest of her brothers pals they'd have felt like celebrities anyway... And really that's why you're nervous to meet them. Your friend keeps telling you how much you'll love them, and how they'll all really like you too... You're worried to let everyone down by being too shy, too boring.

🪽 Cause you just don't feel like you're going to fit in, they're all so loud, their laughter carries through the room, they're enigmatic too, from the doorway you've watched them hold everyone's attention all evening, everyone seems to be lit up in their presence... You have that feeling of longing to be a part of it all but not entirely sure if you possibly can be.

🐇 they're older than you too and that doesn't help, you feel small standing in the doorway, but when you finally do meet them all and your friends introducing you you feel even smaller still.

🪽 Sam actually stands up when you're introduced, it's a little awkward when he reaches out to shake your hand but then decides against it laughing at himself. Youre not even that much smaller than him but you feel tiny looking up at him, and oh so shy.

🐇 You feel even smaller when all you manage to squeak out to anyone is a little "hi" your voice barely being heard over the music and chatter of other people. But Sam hears you, he hasn't taken his eyes off you since you were introduced and he still hasn't sat down... Everyone else seems to move on with their conversation, the joke Dean had been in the middle of stealing everyone else's attention away as you hover awkwardly in front of Sam. You're not looking at him, you're looking at your shoes, fiddling with your fingers nervously. But he can't take his eyes off you, how pretty you he thinks you are, the little self-concious pink stain on your cheeks...

🪽 You're surprised when he reaches out to touch your arm, nodding for the settee and telling you to sit down. "What're you drinking?" He asks seeing your empty hands, grinning when you shrug shyly and admit that you don't know.

🐇 He feels immediately protective of you, you don't really seem like the sort of lass Dean's little sister should be abandoning in the middle of a raging afters and even though he can tell he's making you nervous, he's stubborn about looking after you and taking you under his wing. He just can't leave you on your own.

🪽 "You wait reet there for me y/n, don't move a muscle..." He says locking eyes with you as he points his index finger at you and backs away into the crowded room. Obviously you'd nowhere else to go even if you had wanted to get up and leave... But you don't want to leave...

🐇 from the second youd looked up into his eyes youd known you had a crush on him... you can feel all of the tell tale signs, the racing heartbeat, the tight feeling in your throat, the heat in your cheeks, what's worse is that you know the evidence is there for him to see on your face.

🪽 And can he tell you have a crush on him? Yes. Is he going to torment you? No... not yet anyway. He's not that cruel and honestly he thinks you seem sweet...

🐇 When he comes back he sits down in the chair next to your end of the settee and goes to offer you your beer, grinning and withdrawing it when you reach to take it from him, "wait wait you're Katy's friend aren't you? Divvnt need ID you for this do a?" He's grinning this teasing kind of smile, eyes lit up with mischief as he watches your eyes go wide and your cheeks flush.

🪽 "I'm 22 for fuck sake!" You say a little too quickly, hand covering your mouth and your embarrassed grin when you realise how loud you just were. Despite Sam's laughter however his heart is sinking cause he's just realised how young 22 is in comparison to him. You're definitely too young for him to be thinking you're as gorgeous as he does.

🐇 "22? You're just a wee bairn!" He keeps teasing you, you mistaking his endeared little smile for laughter, so when you scowl back at him unimpressed it's him left backtracking. "Oh thanks..." you roll your eyes, but the small smirk that tugs on your lips lets him know he's gotten away with it. He can tell that behind your timid smile theres some trouble tucked up your sleeve, he already knows he going to stick around to find out just what trouble you can cause.

🪽 He doesn't exactly make much progress with you that night, manages to get your name, your age (which at first sinks his heart because he realises that you might be "a bit young" for him to be as soft on you as he is) and that you're shy - not something you tell him yourself, something that Dean and Deans little sister both keep giggling to him whenever they bump into him throughout the night

🐇 because to everyone else its pretty obvious that Sam is soft on you... why else would he have hovered around you, getting your drinks for you, giving you his jacket outside when you joined your friends for a smoke...

🪽 He's just hoping you stop being so scared of him soon... And so are you because your friends keep forcing you together at every opportunity for their own amusement... They find it so funny watching you get embarrassed and flustered whenever Sam is around...

🐇But as much as Sam finds your blushing cheeks and the wide eyed looks you give when you walk into a room to see he's there, he feels a little bad for you and he's always the first one to defend you when your mates start teasing you. He's always waiting for you in conversations too, he'll be the one that offers you a reassuring smile, and when you go to speak but no one else hears you, he'll look right at you and make sure you know he's listening to you.

🪽 And actually as he gets to know you he realises that you're not quite so meek and timid after all... That you're only really shy when it comes to him...

🐇Once you've got a few pints in you that shyness seems to slip away (until he meets your gaze that is) Sam feels extra protective of you on nights when you're all drinking, he'll be hovering around you keeping an eye on things, trying his best to keep you out of trouble... Making sure you're wearing a coat when you go outside into the cold night, helping you walk with an arm around your waist when you realise you've had too much and you can hardly stand.

🪽 he's always making a point of teasing you for being such a kid, "you gen z lightweights like, you just canna keep up with the big lads can ye?" The first time you tease him back he's stunned but he loves it, "least am not an old man like you eh?"

🐇calls you things like "kid" and "little one" to wind you up, always making jokes about how you're practically still a bairn. The teasing is relentless, whenever anyone mentions any culture from pre 2005 he's always first to pipe up with something like "ah you're gan have explain that to y/n like reckon it's before her time" "I've know who Oasis are Sam, shut up!" If its movie night and you're watching an 18 he will always make the same joke... "You sure you'll be reet with this one like? It's a bit scary for a youngen like and a divvnt want yas hiding behind me all night!" Obviously he really is hoping you'll be tucked up under his arm hiding your face in his t-shirt for the scary parts.

🪽 for so long you're convinced that Sam isn't into you at all, that he just sees you the way everyone else sees you - the baby of the group, the kid who needs looking after - but that isn't the case... You might be the baby of the group but as far as Sam's concerned you're his baby, he just hasn't told you that yet...

🐇 He treats you like you're his already, offers to come pick you up from your work because he doesn't want you walking home alone at night, turns up at your house with food when he finds out you're sick, speaks for you in conversation when you get shy or drowned out by the noise. He's always the one to make sure you get home safe at night, he's always the one to lend you a jacket when you're cold. If there's not enough space around the table in the bar he pulls you up into his lap. He knows your favourite everything off by heart.

🪽 and when other lads hit on you he's the first to cut in and "rescue" you, fixing your admirer with a glare that scares them right off. The number of times a lad younger than him as hit on you and the first thing he's said is "isn't he too old for you like?" "Yeah yeah alright Sam you're not my dad..." but for all you roll your eyes at him you're secretly pleased how defensive and possessive over you he is. You're not really interested in any of the boys your own age, you only really want Sam. You just wish he'd notice.

🐇But he doesn't ever make a move on you because he knows you're so much younger than him... He doesn't want to pressure you and he's worried about ruining the little friendship he's finally built with you... He's waiting and waiting hoping that if you like him like that then you'll make a move...

🪽And eventually you do... Kind of.

🐇 It's one of those nights, everyone in a bar packed around one tiny table, you've had too much and you're sitting in Sam's lap happily sipping your pint, he can tell you've had too much because you've got that sleepy drunk glow in your eyes and you're really leaning into him, your head resting on his shoulder. Honestly he could hold you like that all night but he knows you need to go home...

🪽 When he tells you he reckons it might be time for you to go home you get brave and make a little joke like "only if you come with me..." which floors him. For a second he's speechless, he doesn't know what to say and when he doesn't say anything he sees your smile falter and he rushes to stop you from looking so sad. "Aye alright kid c'mon then let's get ye hyem.."

🐇 Because you're drunk you're being more silly than usual, you've got that endearing sooky kind of childishness about you as you lean against him to keep your balance. You're a little dizzy and a little tired, drunk, giggly and so sweet so Sam is really struggling to keep that safe distance between you. Especially when you throw your arms around him and whine about being too tired to walk.

🪽 He's such a pushover when it comes to you that he just can't say no to your puppy eyes and the cheesy grin you get whenever he gives you what you want. So he lets out a defeated sigh, laughing at you when you clap your hands. So he gets you up on his shoulders and carries you the short distance to the flat you share with Deans little sister.

🐇 When he gets you home he places you down on the front door step and slips his hand into your jacket pocket to find your house key. He has every intention of just tucking you into your bed and then going home himself but he has a feeling this isn't going to be that simple. And anyway, leaving is the last thing he wants to do.

🪽 So he follows you inside and persuades you not to have one more drink, flicking the kettle on to make you tea and toast instead... he's obviously been round your house before but never in these circumstances and he feels all kinds of nervous. He can tell from the way you keep rolling your eyes at him and teasing him with lines like "you're not me dad Sam..." "alright dad..." whenever he tried to get you to settle down a bit, that you didn't ask him back to yours so he could look after you and put you to bed... but he knows he has to let you down here, that the right thing to do is make you tea and toast and then put you to bed...

🐇 "This is very good toast Sammy I should invite you back to mine more often..." you keep making stupid little jokes and he keeps laughing you off awkwardly because god he wishes he could come back with you every night!

🪽 In the end though he helps you get ready for bed, reminding you to brush your teeth, laughing at you when you say you're too tired to take your make up off. "You'll be reet pissed off with me in the morning if I let you go to bed with all that on!" he chuckled at you rooting through your cupboard to find your cotton pads and your micellar water... "ceemon pet sooner you do this the sooner y'can be in yer bed like..."

🐇 but thats not what you want at all and when you get the face on he's confused. Then when he sees the tears in your eyes he's actually worried about you. "What's the matter lass whats that face for? Y'were gigglin a minute ago like..."

🪽 You hadn't planned on him finding out like this but the words just slip out and when they do you break his heart a little, make him feel like such an idiot.

🐇 "You're never gonna kiss me are you?" you say, your pout adorable but the watery sad look in your eyes tugging on his heart strings, leaving him speechless and swallowing a lump in his throat. Because he wants to kiss you, he's wanted to kiss you since the first night he met you...

🪽 "Is that what y'want lass?" he asks a little nervously, his voice thick with his own anxiety. He tells himself he'll make you wait until you're sober but he already knows that if you say yes now he won't be able to hold back. So when you nod your head he puts up a little resistance. "Nah you've gotta tell me darlin, with y'words like so a know you're sure..."

🐇 Thats when your own nerves catch up to you and you get a little shy, looking up at him with your wide doe eyes, little tears caught in your eyelashes. You're looking at him like your whole life depends on him and it's completely captivating.

🪽 "I'm sure..." you say quietly but certainly, your voice shaking with the anticipation of what you're hoping he'll do next. "C'mere then..." he says with a soft smirk pointing at the ground just in front of him waiting for you to come to him. The last confirmation he needs before he cups your cheeks in his palms and kisses your lips carefully and tenderly. "See," he chuckles as he pulls away, teasing you now that he can see you smiling again, "wasn't so hard was it? only had to ask us little one..." "Don't laugh at me!" you pout which of course only makes him tease you more. "Cmon little one lets get you to y'bed..." "Only if you come too!" "Aye alreet alreet am coming, little miss demanding! Couldn't get y'to say owt a second a go now listen to yes, making ya demands..." He can't help himself he loves winding you up.

🐇 So that night you climb into bed together, cuddled up and kissing, getting almost carried away, but when you try to take things a little further, your hand wandering to the hem of his boxers, as much as he'd love to let you carry on, he stops you. "Not when you're drunk lass..." you've never confirmed it but Sam knows how shy you are and he's about 90% sure you're a virgin so he's determined to make you wait for the right time. Even if you pout up at him and give him the puppy eyes. "Ceemon little one, s'bedtime, gan sleep now..."

🪽 The next morning you wake up, hungover, feeling messy as fuck, with terrible terrible hangover anxiety but when you try to push yourself up out of bed Sam wraps his arm around you tightly in his sleep and pulls you back in to be little spoon. Feeling him nuzzle into you makes you wonder if he knows it's you... Because suddenly you're so anxious, what if he realises he's made a mistake, what if he decides you really are too young... What if he changes his mind and leaves and everything's different and awkward between you forever?

🐇Turns out you really don't have anything to worry about however because when Sam does wake up he doesn't freak out or get up and leave, instead he snuggles into you a little closer, teasing you about your hangover... "How's Trouble this mornin eh?" He smirks knowing you're going to feel awful after how drunk you were the night before. "Well I divvnt feel sorry for yas little one, brought it on yourself like..." he grins laughing and kissing your forehead when you whine and tell him to stop picking on you.

🪽 He gets up, not thinking twice about wandering into the kitchen in his boxers to make you both a brew, not thinking twice until he hears a scream. "Fuckin hell Sam! What the fuck are you doin here like... Why are yas wandering round me house in your....Oh my god! Oh my god, y/n!" Suddenly Sam feels right daft because of course you share a flat with Deans little sister Katy and of course now she's put two and two together it's literally a matter of seconds before she's texted everyone and told them the gossip.

🐇 So when Sam brings you your cup of tea and shuffles back into bed with you, you both know you have unfortunately got to have "the talk" straight away, even if you feel hungover and anxious as fuck, because you've got to get your story straight for the interrogation... Its so awkward, you're so shy you're practically shaking and Sam knows he needs to take the lead but he doesn't want to put his heart on the line in case you reject him.

🪽 "So..." you start, fiddling with your hands, looking down into your lap so you don't have to look at him... You feel like a teenage girl then, blushing and losing your words, too shy to tell him how you feel. But to Sam it's all quite simple. So he takes your hands in his to stop you fidgeting and just comes straight out with it, "A really like you y/n... So if you really like me an a really like you too then a reckon we should just y'nar... be together like... If that's what you want..."

🐇 You want to tease him, say something sarcastic like "oh wow how romantic..." but you're still feeling shy and you kind of can't believe this is really finally happening so instead you just kind of nod your head, looking up at him from under your long lashes, "I do really like you too..." you admit, "so yeah, that sounds good..." At which point neither of you can help the laughs which escape you because this feels ridiculous. "Alright," he chuckles, "that's good, cool..." he trails off eyes flickering over your sweet expression, "give us a kiss then pet..." he teases you pulling you up into his lap to kiss you sweetly.

🪽 From then on the two of you fall into a very sweet, very doting kind of relationship. One where Sam is always looking out for you, babying you without really noticing he's doing it, you always depending on him...

🐇 Sam has always been one of the lads in a way but with you he's such a big softie, a real sook, he can't ever keep his hands off you, always coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you, kissing the back of your neck, your shoulders, your cheek. He's always looking for an excuse to hold your hand or have his arm around you, takes every opportunity to have you sitting in his lap with his hands on your thighs or waist.

🪽 He's so possessive but in the cosiest way and because you're a little bit younger he feels even more protective over you than he usually would. Holds you back when you go to cross the road on a red man, will tell you to be careful and then make you wait and hold his hand. Reminds you to blow on your tea so you don't burn your tongue. Will stand behind you at the bar or in crowds so he can shield you from rowdy people who push and shove.

🐇 He's a sensitive soul at heart and he can tell you sometimes feel a little bit anxious about what your friends and other people think of your relationship. You've never voiced you worries that people think you're "too young" but he knows you do worry so he wants to make sure you know how proud he is that you're his girl, and his way of doing that is to never shy away from PDA. He always holds your hand in public, puts his arm around you when you're waiting at traffic lights, will randomly give you little kisses mid conversation.

🪽 You're just as bad too, if its been a long time since you've seen him you'll run and jump into his arms and wrap your legs around his waist, burying your face in his neck and clinging to him. When you don't want him to leave or you just want his attention you'll sit yourself on the floor and wrap yourself around his leg... he's so much bigger than you however that he can still walk so he just ends up dragging you around the flat.

🐇 Loves doing little things for you, babying you at every chance he gets, teasing you for being too little... he'll open jars for you, always opens the door for you, leans over to buckle you in in the car, reaches stuff down from highs shelves even if you can reach. When you're going somewhere he'll be the one to look after the house keys even if they're the keys to your house.... "You'll lose 'em little one, a nar what you gen z kids are like, scatty as fuck..."

🪽 He absolutely loves seeing you in his clothes! His sweaters and comfies are always way too big for you but he just thinks that makes you look even cuter! It's also another way of showing that you're his and you aren't complaining. Sometimes he will put on a show of being really grumpy "aw cmon lass thats me favourite an a never get wear it cause you're always nicking off with it!" but the second you pout and give him those puppy eyes he drops the act and gives in. He loves that when he does get them back they smell like you. When he goes away on tour you wear his sweaters every day and often sleep with one in your bed because it still smells like him.

🐇 Because he knows you're pretty inexperienced when it comes to the bedroom he's really patient and takes things slowly... almost too slowly for your liking! Although you might be a little shy you can't deny how desperately you want him... but he likes teasing you and enjoys drawing out your needy side... He loves teaching you new things... but mostly he wants to bring you out of your shell a little...

🪽 You're so shy and self conscious about really letting go when you're having sex so Sam is really gentle and dominant with you, he's always telling you how pretty you look, how well you're doing... he's also always checking you're okay, "do you like that little one?" "think you can manage one more for me angel? you're such a good girl..."

🐇 He will "factory reset fuck" you until your brains a hazy mess and you don't have the capacity to be self conscious anymore... will overstimulate you and tease you until you're a whimpering mess come completely undone for him, all the while he'll be whispering to you about how pretty you are, how good you are, how you're all his.

🪽 He especially likes to tease you when you're sitting in his lap, will make you sit nice and still for him whilst he teases you, slipping his hands up your skirt, slipping his fingers under the elastic of your panties... teasing you and making you ask him for more, "cmon sweetheart, tell me what you need? Use your words darlin..." He'll have you riding his thigh shamelessly, your cheeks flushed as you beg him to touch you. But he always gives you what you want in the end and he takes care of you so well.

🐇 The first time you call him daddy its a complete accident and you're so embarrassed, it just soft of slips out... you're having really soft sleepy sex, he's got you held snug and tight in his arms whilst you're fucking, you're trembling on the verge of your high when the word just slips out, you don't even realise you've said it out loud for a second, your voice a breathy little whimper, but Sam does...

🪽 And when he does he smirks a little, not because he's laughing at you but because he's secretly very pleased you've said it... when he sees your eyes go wide, your hand clamped over your mouth though he can't help but chuckle at you because you're already panicking about it. "Oh my god sorry Sam it just slipped..." "Shhh s'alreet darlin," he chuckles, "s'alreet baby girl, let me hear you say it again..." "you’re daddy’s good girl aye?’

🐇 From then on he's always Daddy, he'll refer to himself as Daddy casually "C'mere darlin, daddy's missed yas..." "be good y/n daddys orders..."

🪽Sometimes though your age gap does cause arguments... usually because you're anxious and paranoid that you're too young, that he's going to get bored and move onto someone his own age thats more on "his level" or you worry that other people judge you and him for your relationship. You'll bottle all your worries up and keep them to yourself for fear of sounding childish and then you'll snap when something small happens like another girl flirting with him in public.

🐇 and hes a man isn't he so he's a bit dense, doesn't immediately clock why you're jealous or upset... so the fights escalate a little bit until you're crying and he's despairing because he doesn't know what he's done wrong.

🪽"Ceemon little one talk to me eh?" "fuckin hell Sam I'm not a fuckin child!" and when you snap he finally understands and he feels so daft because he knows you get insecure about this sometimes so why did he miss it this time? "Ahh bloody 'ell pet, cmere eh, cmon giz a cuddle yeah..." he's so soft with you, wrapping his arms around you and bundling you up in a big hug, kissing your forehead and ignoring you when you tell him not to look cause you look ugly when you cry.

🐇 "Divvn't be daft darlin y'look stunnin all the time like..." he says kissing your cheek and tilting your chin up to look at him when he's speaking to you. "Cmon pet look at us now aye this is important... a nar y'get insecure about us sometimes like but you've gotta stop bottling it up reet, start talking to us about it... and stop fuckin mitherin what anyone else fuckin thinks about us aye? A love you reet, thats all that matters, not what fucken Sandra up the street thinks about us... just us aye, an a love ye... even if y'divvina Superbad before a met yas..."

🪽The teasing never ends and neither do the cute little pet names but really you're glad of that, you love being his little one and having him dote on you all the time.

#sam fender x reader

[aiiku]

cocoon.

miya osamu x gn reader

word count ~1k

synopsis sharing is caring.

tags pure fluff, university au, established relationship, slice of life.

notes a little warm up with the prompt jumper! wanted to do smth light-hearted and not so deep for once :) uni bf osamu is the dream 😵‍💫

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"Is that my jumper?"

With his eyes half-lidded and his mouth flattened into a too-firm line, Osamu's seen you for all of ten seconds and he looks done with you already.

"You mean our jumper?" you ask, trying (and failing) to hide the curve of a cloying smile.

His own pressed-flower lips look soft, pink and inviting despite their downturn; you don't know whether you want to admire the artwork for longer, or slot your own mouth against his and kiss some life back into his petals. You bite the inside of your cheek, stifling your laughter before it arises at the glare he shoots your way.

"My jumper," he emphasises, tugging on the hem that you'd been playing with mindlessly, "that you swore up and down you hadn't seen."

"Maybe we just have the same one," you suggest with a shrug. It's not hard to see through your words, but it's fun to watch him roll his eyes and bat away your hand when you try to hold him. "Come on, don't be like that, 'Samu."

"I turned my whole room over looking for that," he grumbles, walking ahead and making his way to your shared lecture. "Turns out you're a liar and a thief."

"I'm sorry," you giggle, locking both of your hands around his arm before he can pull away. "It's just so comfy!"

"I know," he replies, tugging back on his arm to no avail. "That's why I bought it."

"I'll give it back to you tomorrow." You grin when he finally gives up on pulling his arm away. "Promise."

"That means nothing to me," he scoffs, shaking his head. "Giving me trust issues and shit."

"You're so dramatic, you know that?" You roll your eyes. "Maybe I should just keep it."

"Maybe I should just break up with you, then," he teases, smirking at the bitter scowl that turns your lips.

You want to crush his petal-soft lips to fine, pollen-sized dust.

"You wouldn't dare," you grumble, pinching the skin of his bicep in retaliation.

"Fucking— ow," he hisses, complaining under his breath as you rub a soothing circle over the sore spot. "Definitely breaking up with you now."

"'Do it again,' did you say?"

"Don't you dare." He narrows his eyes at you until you hold your free hand up in surrender. With a quiet huff, your mini feud is over, and you find yourselves already at the door to the lecture hall.

You follow Osamu up the stairs to the seats at the back, settling down and talking since the lesson has yet to start. He tells you about how he had even resorted to digging through Atsumu's cupboard in search of the beloved jumper you're wearing. You snicker at the snarl in his voice when he says his brother had even asked for money before letting him look through the mess.

"You owe me ¥5,000 for putting me through all that, by the way." He shudders, remembering the mouldy food he'd discovered folded between Atsumu's jerseys. If that were to ever get out of Atsumu's cupboard, it would cause worldwide devastation. "¥10,000, actually. He's a pig."

"Do I look like I have that kind of money, 'Samu?"

"Nah, you look dumb," he smirks. "Especially in that ugly sweater."

"Guess I'll just keep this ugly sweater all to myself, then."

"Oi, no, I want it back," he grumbles, pouting at the failed turn of events. "It's not ugly, just doesn't suit you."

It's a lie — and he knows you know it — but the irritated look you shoot him anyway is endearing.

"It looks better on me than it ever did on you," you reply, raising your chin and looking away from him. "Jealousy isn't a good look on you, Miya."

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a boyish grin break out across his face, loud as sunflowers. You're glad the lecture hall is still fairly empty because you don't manage to escape Osamu's teasing hands. He throws an arm around your shoulder to hold you in place whilst his other makes its way to your waist to tickle you.

"'Samu!" you squeak, jumping in his grasp. You're helpless, squirming in his grasp until your knee knocks against your desk. People turn at the sudden noise and you duck away from their curious stares as if you aren't grimacing, clutching your knee like it will fall apart without your hold on it. Osamu snorts as he eases up, watching you rub over the sore spot. When you glare up at him, he blinks, lily-innocent. "I hate you."

"Nah, you don't" — you do just a little at this moment, but you both know the feeling will pass quickly — "come here."

You lean away from him, but he's nothing if not adamant as he springs closer to your side to press a quick kiss to your temple.

His hand replaces your own, and you aren't quite sure how, but the touch feels much more healing when it comes from him. It's unfair, you think, but you won't complain about the sudden warmth that blooms beneath his palm, the peace his nurturing brings about.

His chin digs into the bed of your shoulder when he rests it there, but you ignore the pain in favour of scrunching your nose when he plants another budding kiss on your face.

"You look cute, dumbass," he murmurs, leaning in as if he's going to kiss you once more, lips wind-swept wisps that brush against you. He bites your cheek gently instead. "I still want it back, though."

#miya osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #osamu x reader #mine #mine.hq

[kookblurx]

Used to it - thv pov [ oneshot ]

→ SUMMARY: its been 3 monts since you broke up with him. while your life moves on, his is in pure chaos. no matter how many times he reached out with his hand ... he never got a hold of you again.

→ GENRE: break up; angsty; talking it out; alcohol and cigarette abuse; stalking social media profile; university oneshot.

→ RATING: 13+

→ NOTE: some kind of other point of view. somehow i woke up today and had the urge to write a break up scenario from Tae's point of view. its not proof read, so ignore minor mistakes.

TAEHYUNG MASTERLIST ♡.°₊ˎ SONG FOR THIS ONESHOT

in the darkness of the room an empty wine bottle rolled under one of the little closets. a soft sound emerged as it hit the wall behind it. the only lightsource in this room was the tv. it didnt showed anything specific ... only static noise. someone might wonder what happened that this room became so gloomy and the only one who could answer this question, was taehyung. leaning against the sofa he downed another bottle of wine, at the same time his phone lit up beside him. like in trance he picked it up, unlocked it and clicked on the notification at the top of the screen. taehyung always hoped that it was you. that you would finally write or call him.

its been 3 months since the two of you broke up with each other. more precisely it was you who broke up with him. it came out of nowhere, taehyung had no idea how unhappy you were in this relationship. whenever he is a lone like this, his mind travels back to the day he first met you.

it was a warm summer night. the both of you went to the same university party. tae always thought that it was fate because at the beginnning, he never intended to visit this party. jungkook, his best friend and the most popular boy in uni, insisted that he would go. the moment tae stepped one foot into the huge hallways, his eyes immediately moved over into the right corner. you left him breathless in that thight black dress you were wearing that night. after that everything mixed into a blurr of laughter, silly jokes and your beautiful smile as you gave him your phone number.

those were tae's precious memories. the time after that night was perfect. it was like a fairytale. but now everything keeps falling apart, at least for taehyung. since 3 months he is stuck in his own personal time loop. every single day is the same, him waking up, barely making it out of bed followed by his heavy footsteps as he carries himself over to the livingroom. there he sits in front of the sofa, staring onto the wall and hoping you would finally call him again. it never happened.

another notification popped up on the display, hurting his eyes as it lit up again. it was jungkook, asking if he's okay and when he will come back to the lectures. everyone was worried about taehyung, they even tried to visit his apartment next to the campus. no one had luck, not even your best friend Sana. normally tae was really close with her but after the break up even that friendship kinda fell apart. sana was the one who told him that the both of you would marry one day. how wrong she was.

yet another notification popped up and this time, tae finally unlocks his phone. it was a notification from one of his social media apps. instagram to be more specific. his fingers flew over the bright display, hoping it wasnt a false alarm. scrolling through his feed, he finally stops. there it was. a new post made by you.

jungkook once told him that its cringe that tae still follows your account. he suggested to block you for tae's sake but tae refused. he knows that its unhealthy for him, that he wont be able to let go. at the same time he needed that. knowing what you were up to, if you were sad .. if you could live without him. as expected it was a picture of you and Hobi, another friend of yours. a smile was seen on your face as hobi had his arm comfortably around your shoulder. you even had a new hair colour.

it didnt took tae long to lock his phone again as he putted it back beside him. his head fell back against the sofa as his hand reached to the half empty bottle of wine. all this time he hoped that he would get used to it, to the pain, to the loneliness inside of him but the healing process never came. his mind was still stuck in the past. another big sip from the bottle made him sigh heavy. tae already felt dizzy as the alcohol finally took effect on his body. without it, he wouldnt be able to survive this empty feeling inside his chest. everything of him was in denial since that day. suddenly tears kept welling up inside his eyes, the bottle rolled out of his hand joining the other one underneath the little closet.

both of his hands dissapeared inside his hair as tae placed his head against his knees. alcohol was numbing the pain but at the same time it brought back all the bad memories of that day. he could see your eyes in front of him, how they were red from crying, how your hands were shaking. everything feels so real whenever he was drinking again. as he saw your quivering lip he wished he had done something to stop you. instead of sopping you, he only stood there, frozen in place as your hands changed into fists.

by now he knew that you wanted to hear something from him, anything. because after the break up you called him from time to time, telling him how you wished he would had stopped you and that it was too late for it now. in those phone calls tae was able to hear why you broke up with him. for him everything was perfect but you suffered in silence. all those gifts werent enough for you, you wanted a boyfriend who was emotionally available. something he couldnt give to you.

"i know ... i know i cant talk about my feelings .." tae mumbled into the silence of his room.

while he had received phonecalls from you ... 2 weeks ago they suddenly stopped. tae figured that you finally moved on from the break up. it was probably better like this, no one keeps calling their ex to look out for them. it was just a small nice gesture from you ... a final thing to say goodybe. to cut loose from him and the memories you both shared.

tae rolled over to the other side as he grabbed the cigarettes from the coffee table. since the break up he started smoking. you were the reason he stopped this unhealthy habit but now he had no one. now the half lit cigarette was the only light source inside the dark livingroom. the ray of sunshines behind the curtains slowly dissapear as the evening laid down over the city. out of the corner of his eye, tae saw another notification on his phone. this time, it was another text but not from jungkook or his other friends.

with the cigarette between his lips, he lifted his phone back up again into his hand. it began to shake as he noticed the name at the top of the screen. the purple heart was still behind the last letter. another thing he couldnt bring himself to delete, along with the whole contact info. with quivering lips he opened the text message. it was a short sentence which held a lot of meaning in it.

" ... please, be happy"

tae's heart skipped a beat. his fingers immediately flew over the keyboard to send you a message back. to tell you that something like this wouldnt be possible without you. the moment he wanted to hit send, something at the bottom of the chat caught his eye. it was another text, this time, his heart sunk.

"this user has blocked you. you wont be able to send messages or contact this user again."

in a slight panic tae opened instagram. hoping he could answer you there but ... he couldnt. even on instagram you had blocked him by now. a chuckle left his lips as his phone slipped onto the livingroom floor again. with his other hand he took the cigarette from his lips.

you finally did it. you finally had cut the last few thing which kept you attached to taehyung and all the things you both shared. tae was envious that you were able to move on this fast ... while he was still stuck in time.

standing up he walked over to the kitchen. there he opened the small cabinet beside his fridge, pulling out the third bottle of wine for the night. tomorrow will be another day. another day were he will try to forget you. maybe this time ... he will finally manage to let you go and get used to the pain he is feeling inside his heart.

#bts #bts imagine #bts imagines #bts fake scenario #bts fanfiction #taehyung #bts reaction #bts reactions #bts hard hours #bts smut #taehyung smut #bts fanfic #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #kpop imagine #kpop imagines #kpop fanfiction #bts edits #bts x reader #bts taehyung

[thatfreshi]

"Did I Smudge the Scars?" (Uni AU P. 19)

Hello. The long-awaited Halloween party (I know it's almost spring whoops). This took a different turn than I was expecting, but it felt right to me.

TW - alcohol, references to grooming, references to self-harm

When you get to Karlach's dorm, you're met at the door with a lot of scuffling and 'ow!'s, as well as other pathetic hurt sounds.

"Tav, they've been fighting and I can't get them to stop."

A disheveled Gale and Shadow are on the shitty dorm floor, pulling at each other's hair. You glare at your tallest friend.

"Are you... you're serious? As if you aren't literally an athlete?"

She shrugs.

"Well, I'm not going to tell my girlfriend what to do, and I think if I touched Gale he'd fall into tiny pieces. C'mon, please? Just say something to try and get them to break apart?"

The heaviest sigh you've ever let out released from your lungs.

"Hey losers! Astarion and I kissed!"

And as if magically, they stopped clawing at each other. The pale girl is the first to talk.

"What?! And we weren't there?"

She gets off of the artist and fixes her braid.

"Yeah, you guys weren't there because it didn't happen! Karlach's phone call interrupted what was about to be the best kiss of my life, but thanks for getting into another stupid argument that I have to solve for some reason! If I get brought into your bullshit one more time, I swear I will burn this university to the ground."

Gale's eyes go a little wide.

"Can we... at least be outside when you burn it down?"

Your strong gaze doesn't falter, causing him to abandon his lame joke.

"And next time Karlach, please just manhandle her. That's probably what she wants anyways."

You open the dorm door and proceed to slam it, hearing Karlach laugh at her lover.

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The next evening, the seven of you are in Astarion's dorm getting ready for the Halloween party. Shadow and Gale seem to have put their feud away, at least for the night. Your best friend is helping Karlach put on fake horns. You remember her explaining her costume a while ago.

"Listen, I know I'm like super nice! That's why I'm gonna be a demon, because it's like the opposite of me!"

You stare for a while, since your outfit is already put together. Gale catches your gaze lingering for a little too long and gives your shoulder a push, and the two of you laugh a little under your breath.

"Alright, if that amount of eyelash glue doesn't hold those in place I'll give up on makeup forever."

Astarion finishes testing the horns, and they seem to stay in place.

"Tav, come here darling."

You're taken aback, considering your costume was finished first.

"What? Did I smudge the scars?"

Your look for tonight is a scrappy adventurer, something you'd find in a Dungeons and Dragons campaign.

"No no, they're fine my dear."

You sit on the couch beside him, and he grabs his eyeliner.

"If you're going to be some fierce adventurer, your eyes have to stand out at least."

You're not sure if it was just in your head, but it felt like the entire room got silent. He grabs your head and goes to work on his craft.

"You know you have to close your eyes for me to do this properly, right?"

You didn't realize you had been locking eyes with him.

"Right, sorry."

A light chuckle comes from your throat as the cold, black liner hits your skin. After what feels like only a moment in time, he lets go of you, taking in his work.

"Hm, I probably could've done that a little more evenly, but it'll do. Besides, I doubt eyeliner is all that even in the wilderness."

You open your eyes again, and he smirks when you do.

"Well, thanks for making sure I look 'fierce' or whatever."

He smiles.

"Are we all ready to go then?"

You look at a bored Shadowheart, who is unsurprisingly dressed as a sexy nun. Apparently the lovely couple's costumes matched more than you thought.

"Yeah, I think everyone's done getting ready. Gale, you good?"

You're checking on your friend in a shitty cheap wizard costume, who has been intently staring at his phone for the past 20 minutes.

"Yep, ready to go!"

And suddenly his phone is back in his robe pocket, and the air around him dissipates. So, after a long walk to the parking garage, Gale drives you all past GU, onto the rich area outside the city. When you get to the location on the invite, you're all a little baffled.

"Is Halsin secretly a millionaire? Because he should teach us a thing or two about finances in college if so."

Everyone laughs a little at Wyll's quip as the seven of you exit the van. You all decided to get to the party about an hour after it started, leaving plenty of time for things to pick up. Astarion is a little paranoid before you get inside, and you tug at his vampiric blouse sleeve.

"Hey, it's fine. No one has any reason to think you're here. And if it just so happens that someone less than friendly finds you here, then we leave, simple as that."

"Right, of course. No reason to be worried."

He's trying to convince himself, but before you can further reassure him, Halsin meets your group outside the front door.

"Ah, if it isn't Tav and their lovely friends! Please, come in."

"So like... do you own this place? Or like your mom?"

Halsin turns to respond to Karlach.

"Hah! No, not in the slightest. A friend of mine let me borrow the place. He's from a much richer family than I am, and I figured a party should be held in a vast mansion such as this. Anyway, there's plenty of food, beer pong, board games, and plenty of stunning people looking for a fun time."

He winks at Shadowheart playfully.

"I'll be around, let me know if you all need anything. Please though, go have fun!"

Karlach and Shadowheart look at each other knowingly and start eyeing a couple across the room. Wyll and Lae'zel make their way to beer pong, and Gale wanders off to wallflower somewhere, very unlike him. That leaves you and Astarion, gazes skipping around the room.

"Certainly a much larger abode than I expected. Don't get lost in here darling, I can't remember the last time I went to a party that wasn't purely for PR."

Astarion seems excited. The news of his social media blackout seems to be relatively hidden for now, and there's almost a manic sense about him. For once, he's not a model, he's not repping a brand, he's not watching his figure for some shoot, he's just a college kid.

"Well, what do you want to do then?"

"Perhaps go check and see if the punch is spiked?"

There's a little bit of lust on the tip of his tongue, lust for life, and maybe even you. It's hard to tell though. Emotions have been so high as of recent, and Astarion is difficult to read at best.

"Perhaps we shall."

You playfully extend your arm to interlock, and he accepts. There are most definitely whispers as the two of you go across the main room, and you start to wonder if the articles are coming out, if everyone knows. You try desperately not to grab your phone, and succeed, at least for now.

As you two take a sip of unspiked punch, you take in the scenery. It's quite dark, obviously. Halsin and his friends have very intensely decorated the entire first floor, with all eco-friendly and thrifted items as he constantly reminds everyone.

"Hey! You're that ghost lookin' model boy right?!"

Some party-goer yells, who is clearly drunk. Astarion ignores him at first. The random drunk then yells even louder, as if the music was drowning him out.

"He's gonna fucking kill you!"

He perks up after that, making eye contact with the stranger.

"What did you say to me?"

"I said that weirdo is gonna fucking kill you! Szarr or whatever? I mean good on you though, making a cool statement or whatever. I used to date a model that worked under him, and a couple months after we broke up she went 'missing!' Crazy right?! Anyways man, I hope he doesn't kill you because you're a fuckin' looker. Have a good night!"

After the guy walks off, you and Astarion look at each other.

"Did you know about that?"

"I mean, I knew one of the models he used to work with disappeared, but it was never determined what happened. You don't think..."

You put a hand on his.

"Let's not right now. Let's not go down that route right now."

"Right. I think I need this to actually be spiked."

He leans down and grabs a flask out of his boot.

"I didn't know you brought booze."

"Eh, an emergency stock in case they didn't have any here."

You twiddle your hands nervously.

"Just don't get like, drunk drunk, please? I really cannot handle that tonight."

"Dear, you think I can't handle my liquor? How little you must think of me."

He takes a sip of his newly mixed punch, tapping red acrylics on the cheap plastic cup.

"Let's see if our wonderful Wyll and Lae'zel are winning beer pong, shall we?"

It's as if you've seen a new man tonight, overconfidence to mask fear. Of course it concerns you, because he constantly concerns you. You want to reason, to say that he's enjoying some kind of newfound freedom, but this isn't the Astarion you've come to know. He's not the simple dorm room you've come to love, the glasses he won't tell anyone about, the late-night hours spent on reviewing law papers. Something about it makes your stomach sink a little, wondering if this is who he is now, somehow. That maybe-

"Are you coming darling?"

"Of course."

And your lips curl into a smile, one that you find yourself faking the way he does.

"Bullshit! You moved the cup you fool!"

Lae'zel has already started arguing with various frat bros. Her and Wyll are a surprising duo, already wiping out the competition and taking several cups of shitty, watered-down beer.

"Lae, it's fine, be a gracious winner!"

The guys across the table disperse and leave the champions to reset the table, clearly being the sour ones in this situation.

"Well well well, already winning silly little games are we? Might as well start putting money on it."

Lae'zel turns to Astarion.

"As if I would waste my money on chance. Some people have brains around here."

He simply rolls his eyes, and turns his attention to Wyll.

"I'm sure daddy wouldn't feel too good about you being in a place like this."

Wyll mocks him back.

"I'm pretty sure 'daddy' doesn't even care what I'm doing right now."

He then goes to somberly refill the rest of the cups on the table. You push Astarion's shoulder and give him a look that should clearly say 'hey, that was mean, what the fuck are you doing?' but all he does is shrug at you.

"Don't mind him Wyll, his father doesn't care about him either. That makes you even."

Before the three further bicker about parental relationships, you hear a familiar voice off towards the corner of the room.

"Because Gale, I miss having a friend! I miss knowing you were in control of your life, not some stupid professor. And right now? Right now I'm yelling at you, at a party, instead of hanging out with my hot girlfriend and that sexy GU couple we just chatted up."

"As if you haven't been hiding things from me too Shadow."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm just saying, maybe there's a reason you picked sexy nun instead of sexy cat this year."

"What does that even mean Gale?"

"Oh, don't think I didn't notice during our little scuffle earlier, your arm?"

Suddenly, she gets very quiet, extremely aware of how many people at the party can hear her and Gale yapping. She then grabs his arm and drags him outside the side door. Your stomach is in knots at this point, because for some reason everything is wrong. Everything was supposed to be right after the blackout. Your friends would all be happy and get along, Astarion would be a free man, you'd finally get that kiss you'd been waiting for, and yet here you are, at some Halloween party hosted by your ex, and everything is just... wrong.

Without thinking, you go to the nearest exit of that room, the staircase. You're trying to block out the loud music at this point, but it feels almost impossible. The closest door is the first on your right and you open it, slamming it behind you. You're met with a large bed, probably belonging to some rich couple. The giant windows are covered with blackout curtains, and the carpet is luscious. Things are quieter in here, except for a soft knock at the door once you sit at the edge of the bed.

"Go away!"

"It's me Tav."

Of course Astarion followed you up here, how inseparable the two of you are.

"C'mon Aster."

When he comes in and quietly shuts the door, your head is in your hands. You feel the mattress move as he sits down next to you.

"I'm sorry."

You wipe at a watery eye, the tears just beginning to come in.

"For what? I'm the one that ran off."

He doesn't say anything at first, pondering how to best word this new thought.

"You- you're the first person who has helped me recognize my own patterns, that when I get scared I have this wall up. I've been feeling it since we sat down and cleared all my socials, this overwhelming feeling, like I'm being hunted to the ends of the Earth. And that fear, it makes me someone I don't like. Especially tonight, being outside of campus for the first time since, I just-"

He cries too, the first time you can remember seeing him cry. You lean on his shoulder. He continues.

"I thought I was ready, and I'm not. I'm not ready to be a normal person right now, a college kid that goes to parties."

You scoff slightly.

"I thought things would be normal too. Like somehow we had fixed everything, ya know?"

"Yeah... I do."

"I would like to find normal though, someday... with you."

He turns toward you, forcing you to pick your head back up.

"What does that mean?"

"It means, I think it's time to admit that this isn't just a close friendship. Not to me at least. And that scares the shit out of me too, just like everything else right now."

"Out of billions of people in the world, you would choose to try and find normal, with me?"

"Yeah, if that's okay?"

He hesitates, fear.

"Why?"

"I don't know. Is that bad, that I don't know? I just know you're different, and special to me, and that's enough to me."

"Well... maybe we can give you some time to find out?"

"Well, could I kiss you then, and maybe I'll learn something?"

You two laugh, quiet enough as to not disturb the room, but loud enough that the two of you feel the happiness radiate. He wipes at a tear and nods. It's different than the first time you met, vastly different, as if you've gotten to know someone entirely new. Although, you're not sure what words could really describe the kiss. Fearful, yet excited? Nervous, yet brave? It's over before you know it though, leaving a little flit in your heart. He interrupts your thoughts.

"We should definitely try that a couple more times."

And so you do, alone in a stranger's bedroom, and for once you forget about the various issues spiraling back at RU, about Gale and Shadowheart hating each other, even about Szarr. There's just this soft time in between, where two barely adults having fun just kissing each other, even if it's only a short moment in time, it's yours forever.

#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #freshiau

[icouldntcareless22]

The girlfriend wannabe (III)

Lee Minho x reader

Fake Dating trope. Strangers to lovers.

Words: 3.2k

Summary: When a young attractive man asks you to be his girlfriend...when you first meet him...in front of his parents...when you don't even know him...you say yes. Right?!

AN: Hope you enjoy the third part! If you wanna be tagged, leave a comment🤍

@linos-kitten @honey-pop

"Minho! Stop snapping photos!" You groaned for the third time, shaking your head in annoyance.

"Why baby? You look beautiful!" The man welped from the other side of the counter, where he had set his things exactly two hours before, as he has done numerous times the few weeks you had known each other.

"I assure from this angle neither me nor my three chins look pretty!" You reprimanded, scrunching your nose in distaste.

It had been nearly a month and a half since the deal and he had taken it upon him to randomly show up at the café. From the amount of time he showed up, you would assume he didn't have anything else to do.

"Y/Nnn! Y/Nnn! I am bored!" He wailed, uncaring about the amused and obvious looks from around him.

You turned your gaze at him. The grey Balenciaga hoodie he wore swallowed him whole, paired with joggers and a brand of sneakers, that were far too expensive for your poor knowledge, you would swear that he had just rolled off from bed. But you knew for a fact he had a three hour lecture before, as he had whined and whined about the projects he been bestowed upon. His oversized bag that joined yours below the counter was filled to the brim with books and crinkets.

"You do know that you can just.. leave. It's my shift, not yours" you mused, hands flying all over the coffee machine.

Wild locks of hair were in your eyes, obscuring your vision and blinding you. A quick and careless movement towards the rushing hot water had you retreating and hissing. Minho made a worried sound, but you waved his concerns away. You had worse before. You made a bee line to the sink to wash off the burning feeling.

"First of all, dear, be careful. Second of all, how can you say that to the face of the store" A voice reprimanded behind you.

The owner, Tanya. A woman in her late forties, sometimes she looked like a mother, sometimes a friend. She had immediately taken a liking at you and you to her, making both your life easier and the work merrier. But now you doubted her gut feeling, as she had taken the same liking to your boyfriend. After 3 visits of said boyfriend and how natural, quote on quote, you seemed, she had noted that she saw you lasting quite a long time.

You turned to Minho, pointed to the front of the store, dusting cloth in hand "Well, maybe then, the face of the store own to clean up a bit" you snickered, tired of the double attack you were under.

Sure enough, Minho slowly lifted his palms in surrender.

One down, one to go.

"And if you like him so much, give me an extra day off to go on dates with him. Look at the poor thing, always here waiting for me" you pouted, arms crossed and head cocked to Minho's direction.

She snickered and murmured that she had some job to finish at the back. Both you and he laughed as you watched her run to the back to lick her wounds.

You looked at him once more, pondering. Now that you mentioned it.."How comes that you are always alone, Minho?"

He hummed, looking up from his phone that briefly distracted him"What do you mean, baby? I am here with you" he answered immediately.

"Yeah, but if you aren't here with me, you are at uni. When you aren't there...what do you do?" You wondered, suddenly curious. Wide eyes blinked back at you.

He gathered his thoughts and answered slowly "Well...usually I am with the three buffoons" At your subtle raise of a brow and the questioning smile you were wearing, he lazily explained. "They are my friends. You met one of them already." You nodded as a pierced figure came to mind. "They are actually producers so they are kind of busy right now. They are making an album so that" he emphasizes, hands waving around wildly "left me with free time" he shrugged, playing with his coffee's straw absent mindlessly.

"I see" you mumbled, hands always busy clearing the counter. You should really buy a cream later, you reminded yourself as you check your dry hands. A piercing ring draw both of your attentions. His phone was now blasting a song, unfamiliar to you but pleasant, and hilarious display of "mommy dearest🧙🏻‍♀️❤️" was shown on the screen.

You huffed and turned to clean up the rest of the mess while he answered. You strained your ears when you caught your name being mentioned in his conversation, but didn't turn around. When he hung up, he gathered his wits, always a bad sign, and asked sugary sweet. "Baby?"

"Mmm?" You hummed from your place.

"Do you have anything black tie appropriate?" He asked, voice high and chipper. So he wanted something.

"No, believe it or not, I hadn't a use for it on college parties" you threw back at him, hands still scrubbing away.

He let out a low laugh, raspy and incredious. "You should get something then. How will you play beer pong without the proper attire?" He joked mirtfully, hands coming up to cup his face. He sat up suddenly, straightening his back, hand coming up to mess his tresses even further and wondered "When do you work this week?"

"Same shifts I worked this week, sweetheart. You should know, considering you were here for most of them" You sassed, scrunching your nose in fake annoyance. Company was nice, you admitted to yourself, even if it had left you rushing to complete a assignment or two.

"Okay then! Wednesday it is!" He nodded to himself, making a mental note. With that he strutted inside the space you were currently in. Without looking up, he collected his bag and came to your side. He stepped close, one arm circling around your mid section "I will pick you up at 10. Sharp."

"For what?"He looked at you like you've grown two heads.

"Obviously for shopping, baby. Don't be late" At that he squeezed you tightly and started waltzing to the entrance.

"Between you and me, Lee Minho, who fo you think will be late" you whispered-shouted after him, hands coming up to cup your for maximum effect.

He didn't turn around, just waved you off with a hand above his shoulder.

"You are late" he noted from his place leaning in the car.

"Shut up" it was you murmured.

He snickered as he opened the car's door for you. It was a black SUV, that was entirely unfit to be parked at 10:30 in the morning in this neighborhood.

Let's amend that it is not the neighborhood that is bad, it was the SUV that was far too expensive, probably this year's model, to be here.

If you were to say anything about your neighborhood it would a good balance between nice and affordable. Sure, some outside walls were without a good painting for years, making the once lovely yellow to have a sick egg yolk color now. And sure the main lock on your building was broken before you moved in, the building's taker ignoring all the numerous complaints you and your neighbor had filled, but it was home. It was next to the subway, near your school and convenient. And most importantly it was all you could afford on your own.

The SUV's owner made no comment neither about the neighborhood neither about your unkempt appearance. As you attempting to salvage your hair in the front mirror, he stepped into the car. His hair was perfect, unlike yours, trousled to perfection. Dark sunglasses with a golden Medusa on its side were obscuring his eyes from yours. He wore a black blazer with neat cut above a grey crew neck and straight jeans. He looked like some sort of model, especially compared to your slobby self.

The dark green sweater you were wearing was a few sizes bigger, hugging you comfortably just the way you liked. Paired with black leggins and your trusty Converse sneakers, you were a university dream.

Too bad your opponent played on a far higher court.

"Looking crisp, Lee" you noted, fishing your cherry chapstick from your bag. You patted it twice on your lips before it was swiped off your hands,and a moment later, a warm cup replaced it. You turned to look at your chapstick stealer finishing his touches on his own lips. You sipped on your liquid before cringing away from the flavor. "What is this?"

"Coffee" he answered briefly, before handing you the tube and reversing the car, murmuring about how this neighborhood has no parking whatsoever. "When did you see me drink my coffee black?" You mumbled, clicking your tongue to get rid of the bitter taste. "Anyway, phone" you said, extending your hand.

He looked at you funny from the very corner of his eye. You rolled your eyes and groaned a please to appease to him. He mumbled something in return, but made a signal to get his bag from the backseat. You stretched a bit, but managed to snatch his bag and handed his phone to him so he could unlock it. Once unlocked and safely jnto your hands, you typed your desired destination.

"Where are we going? I don't know any stores in that neighborhood" Minho wondered as soon as he heard the instructions he was given.

"Drive, loser. We're going shopping" you joked and leaned back to tolerate the rest if your terrible coffee.

"Really now?" Was the unimpressed remark he gave you as soon as he was at the entrance.

Hands lowering his sunglasses, eyebrows raised and eyes scanning the plain mall jn front of him.

"Do you really think I would let you buy me a black tie dress? What are you? My sugar daddy?" You pointed, terrible coffee still in hand. You couldn't down it in one go.

"Do you really think my mother would let you anywhere near her without Chanel?" He returned, eyes still scanning the place. You knew that those shoes were real Chanel! Your mind helplessly provided.

"First of all, that doesn't sound half bad at me. She will let us get out early, if she let us in at all" was the response you threw at him. He turned to you with a hanging mouth and for a moment you wondered if you had gone too far, she was his mother after all.

"Nice thought! Wouldn't hurt to try" he mused, now scanning with a new interest. You let out a breath of relief.

"And second of all, we hadn't agree that I would take money from you. I am not that desperate" you protested, stumbing your foot.

"Yet" he completed jokingly, still earning a punch in his arm from you. "So where are we going?" He asked.

"Third floor is the dress shop. Second floor is the library. And basement 1 is the market" you answered, already making a bee line to the moving staircase.

"Huh?"He questioned you as he started to follow. You felt him more than saw him moving with you. "It's kinda far from my place so I figured I could shop while we're at it" you said, walking backwards for a sec, just to send a blinding grin his way. Avoiding screaming children and frantic parents in search of said children, you made your way up.

You found the store quite easily and from then on, Minho didn't feel he needed your guidance from there. He took straight off to the aisles of clothes, grabbing dresses from the left and from the right. You were left undisturbed to cruise until he decided he needed you too. But that moment came and just like that you were dragged into the changing room and thrown 8 or so dresses. You tried the first one, fitted black material stretched over your figure, the sweetheart neckline doing wonders for your blossom and the slit making your legs longer. You stepped outside, the image of confidence and made a 180 turn for Minho...just for him to shake his head and usher you to the dressing room again. Which he proceeded to do for the next dresses, us well. By the forth dress, he found himself a stool and suddenly the scene seemed straight out of a 2000's movie. Dresses came and went, you getting wilder with your posses and Minho more dramatic with his denial. The Caesar's thumb down was the cherry on top.

"Minho, come on! You can't just not like anything!" You complained, still having on a beautiful emerald dress.

"Nothing speaks to me" he shrugged, as he browsed more dresses.

"Maybe you speak only in Prada unlike the rest of the world. Move, please" you cut him off, moving in front of him in the aisles. They weren't that many good choices, you must admit. He choose all the elite of the dresses and now everything else seemed blant. You let out a huff and moved to the next aisle, and then the next. Just as you started to get disappointed, you saw it.

A two piece white set. A white cropped blazer with golden details paired with A-line pants. You run to it, lifting it off the rack, turning to your companion with a raised brow and a smile. Minho looked at it, then proceeded to shrug and point to the changing room. You made a quick work of ridding the previous rejected piece and putting on the new one.

You checked yourself on the mirror.

You looked beautiful.

It made you look taller, slimmed your waist and brought out your natural blush. With decisive strikes you went out to your 'boyfriend'.

He was buying himself with his phone, at your awkward cough he looked up. He didn't give much of a reaction, which was surprising given his dramatic nature, he simply sat his phone and sat straighter in his stool. He looked at you once, twice and then he finally spoke. "You look gorgeous"

At his comment, you span around again and stroke a pose, making him giggle. "Thank you! So? This is it?" You asked, eager to be done and for his approval at your choice

."Yeah, I believe it is" he stated and started gathering your staff. You made a quick work of the set and rushed outside, seeing Minho already at the cashier about to swipe his card at the machine. That was before you screamed a "NO!", which effectively scared both him and the girl at the front away.

You passed the aisle quickly before tugging him away from the machine and offering the cashier a sweet smile. She looked at you funnily for a second before taking your card.

"I could have paid for that" Minho whispered near your ear privately. You placed a gentle hand on his forearm before replying "I know, but I got this"

Once the bag was in your hands, you stepped out. "Where to?" Minho asked, before placing the shades back on his eyes. An unnecessary action because you were inside. You were inside the mall without a ray of sunshine in sight. Sign.

"The paper store.I have a few books I need to buy" Half an hour and three books later, you were headed at the cashier. Minho couldn't believe the price of the books he was carrying. "Really? Almost a hundred bucks?! With a coupon?" He asked again, hands busy flicking through the thick tomes.

"Wait till you see how much we're gonna pay for the super market. You're gonna love it" you giggled as you waited.

After clearing out round two, it was time for the big boss. The super market.

As soon as you entered you saw the queues of people waiting at the cashier and was hoping you gotten over the noon rush.

You turned to Minho, seeing him already half on the cart. He sheepishly smiled at you and stepped back down. You shook your head and signaled for him to follow. "I don't need a lot of things. Water is the heaviest thing on my list and the thing I have a problem carrying" you said, scanning the list in your phone.

"What do we get?" He asked, checking out the fruit aisle with disinterest. You mumbled out a couple of detergents you used and a few snacks.

The market was build for costumers to cruise so you just followed the long hallways till you made the roundway to the cashier again. Minho got quite distracted by the simplest of things, but his biggest fascination was the bakery in the store. He was particularly on the display before you tugged him back.

"Are you sure you don't want to get something from the food court?"You mused, looking at the display. Nothing suited tour fancy that much.

"Yeah, you have work so we don't have a lot of time anyway" he mumbled over some sweet apple pies.

A voice carried its way to you. "Ahh, young love. You guys remind me of my husband and I when we were younger" you turned to see an old lady a few feet away.

She was dressed in a horrendous pink jacket and what looked like a pink comfortable suit underneath. In a few words like Barbie threw up at her.

You almost made to correct her, but Minho took your hand in his, swinging them merrily. "Thank you, madam. We have been together for a month already"

"And you are already helping her with her groceries?! What a fibe young lad!" She mused, enthusiastically. As she continued to fawn over your 'sort-turn' boyfriend, you checked your phone. Wow, time has slipped through.

"Sorry to interrupt, madam, but we should really get going" you stated, anxiously. Minho shot a look at you and then at his phone screen and apologized to the lady again before continuing your way. You were about to reach the cashier, a taste of sweet freedom on your lips when Minho's voice stopped you at your tracks.

You looked behind your shoulder, only to see him crouching down, two similar packets in his hands. You strutted over to him, realizing he had stopped at the pet corner and was currently looking over food options. "Do you have pets?"

He briefly looked up, a faint smile on his lips. "Yeah, three cats actually."

"Wow, you must really love them to get three."

"Mmmm. Do you? I will pay for them separately" He asked as he separated his things to one side. When he had sneaked those snacks in the cart?

"Oh..Uh I like cats. My mother doesn't tho. So never had a pet.." you trailed off, as you got back on track.

"Never?"He wondered as he stood in line with you.

"Never. Unless you count some goldfish my brother brought home from a fair." You pondered, now closer to your final destination and unpacking your things to the cashier.

"You have a brother huh. Explains a lot" he said cryptically.

"You don't, right?" You guessed

"Yeah.." he trailed off as he finished unpacking the cart.

"Explains a lot" you joked back.

After you paid (he was even more shocked at the prize we reached at the grocery store) he drove you home after.

"If you want I can bring them, my cats I mean, we can go to a pet café..I mean if you want to.." he awkwardly suggested, not once looking at you.

You stared at his profile before answering "Yeah...I would like that..we can arrange something whenever"

At your answer his eyes found yours, they beamed at you.

He smiled a wider grin this time,the most genuine you had seen on him and started stating dramatically that he had some business to take care off and that, through his absence you would appreciate his wonderful presence. You had rolled your eyes, thanked him for the ride and waved as he drove away.

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[dancingacrossthemilkyway]

The pain is worse some days. This is normal, Jon knows, but the knowledge doesn’t make him feel any better in the moment.

It’s made worse by the fact that it can be such a bone-deep ache that medicine barely takes the edge off. At first, Martin had insisted they go to the doctor on the bad days, but Jon had waved him off. He’s had enough experiences with doctors to know how utterly useless they are for this kind of thing.

Chronic pain has always been his life; this is simply another addition to it.

They’ve carved out a fairly decent life for themselves in their somewhere else. The flat is nothing special but it’s home to them and their two cats. Martin works full-time at the uni library and Jon’s only recently started to dip his toes back into a job. Waiting for a major chest wound to heal took far longer than he expected, and it’s on days like today that he wonders if he shall ever be free of it.

Of the very physical memory that reminds him of the way he betrayed Martin.

It’s only a part-time position in the local library, the public one - he’s quite done with academia, thank you. The pain comes on about an hour into his four-hour shift, an ache at first that has him rubbing absentmindedly at his chest. Then it spreads, crawling like rot to infect each of the marks on his skin - a less-than-subtle reminder of his mistakes. There’s no discernible reason for the worm scars or the slash across his throat to throb as they do, but unfortunately that doesn’t change the sensations themselves. He tenses, muscles taut, which only sets off the muscle spasms in his low back.

He really should go home, he knows this. But it’s only a four hour shift, one he’d agreed to pick up after calling out for a week due to a flare-up of whatever autoimmune disorder his body has chosen to plague him with (he had been in the process of getting tested before Elias beat Leitner and left him bleeding all over Jon’s office). So it’s guilt that keeps him there - the guilt of leaving after so recently agreeing to work, and the guilt of not bringing in any money.

Naturally, he pays dearly for this choice. Every nerve edge is on fire by the time he stumbles through the door of their flat, the noise of a quiet ‘mew’ as grating as that of the din of the bus he’d taken home. Martin waves at him, preparing to stand but Jon simply kicks off his shoes with a shake of his head and staggers to the bedroom. After ensuring both cats are sufficiently locked out he collapses heavily onto the mattress, eyes wet with tears bred by the pain of pushing himself too hard. Everything hurts and his brain is screaming at him in overstimulation. He sends a simple text to Martin (Everything is fine. I am simply in need of some time alone; if you need to come into the room, please make sure the cats remain outside.)

He lays there unmoving for hours feeling nothing but his misery.

Eventually Martin comes to bed, tiptoeing around the room so as not to disturb him. Unnecessary, as Jon is awake, but he appreciates the sentiment. The very way Martin gets in bed is as gentle as possible, and he gives Jon a wide berth. While it hasn’t been this bad before, Jon assumes Martin picked up the true depth of the situation by one simple fact: Jon never forbids the cats from entering the bedroom.

Some indeterminate amount of time passes, Jon getting more restless by the minute. Surely he doesn’t want physical contact, right? The very thought of Martin touching him sets him on edge, and yet the need is there, sparking under his skin. Eventually he finally rolls over and headbutts Martin’s elbow, pressing against it. Martin inhales but doesn’t move, letting Jon worm his way around until forehead is against forearm firmly.

Finally, Jon feels at peace. The pain is still there but his mind quiets, blissfully calming down from a state akin to walking through fire. “Is this okay?” he murmurs, and Martin gives an encouraging hum. Jon presses into him further and eventually falls asleep.

#this is NOT my best work #it’s all telling no showing #but I will vent how I please gdi #posts it here so I can forget it ever existed #TMA #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #the magnus archives #jmart #jon sims #milkywaywriting

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Connection

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: Mike makes good on a promise to take you somewhere nice for the weekend.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI!!! (I know, it's real!) fingering, oral (m receiving), (protected) p-in-v sex (spooning, doggy and proneboning, god, these sluts don't even look at each other), a little too-soon-moment (though not the one you would expect) and Mike being silly and referring to himself as a horny slut.

Now that you're all thoroughly warned... Enjoy!

A/N: Alright! I had this done DAYS ago. Weeks, possibly, at this point... But I kept forgetting to post it because uni and life and laksdjfalsdkf why must it be like this?

This is formally the last part of the Coffee + Cats saga. I know, sad right? (I'm a little sad.) And I just want to thank everyone who's followed along for their love and support and the overwhelming amount of cat pictures and videos I have received! ❤️ A very special thanks to @geralts-yenn for putting the idea of barista!Mike in my brain that marked the beginning of this incredible journey of cockblocking Mike.

And because I am me, and I had such a blast writing this... Is it a surprise to anyone that I have 2 bonus chapters/drabbles planned?

If you like this fic, please let me know 🥰 and reblog so that others may see it too! <3

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @mayloma @ellethespaceunicorn @summersong69 @peyton-warren @livisss @ylva-syverson @sweetandgentlecreature

You’ll have to take Mike’s enthusiastic lips latching on to your neck for an answer, because you’re fairly sure it’s the only one you’re going to get. As he sucks, licks and nibbles on your skin, his hand travels down your body.

You don’t mind that this is where you win: Mike’s patience runs out as soon as he feels how wet you are, and you can’t help but chuckle when he softly swears under his breath. He immediately slips two fingers into your pussy, curling them up to find that sweet spot that makes you see stars. It only takes you seconds to figure out that he’s good, paying close attention to your reactions, teasing you with soft kisses to your neck and those nibbles on your earlobe that make you go just a little wild. Apparently, he also knows that ‘don’t stop’ means ‘keep doing exactly that’ and not ‘please change your approach to the most violent thing imaginable’.

For a minute, you think you hate him for his skill, but how could you ever really hate a guy who makes you cum like that, within minutes?

“Fuck, Mike,” you sigh as you melt into his arms, your walls still clenching around his fingers, “that was amazing.”

If it hadn’t already become glaringly obvious throughout the day, it would have been impossible to miss now: Mike thrives on praise and validation. He contently buries his face in your neck, humming softly as he keeps kissing you – he’s truly adorable, and sweet, and kind, and handsome, and… he deserves a reward.

Sharp teeth sink into his soft bottom lip when your fingers wrap around his cock. Now you’re the one not wasting any time, giving him a few gentle, slow strokes before dragging his sweatpants down as far as you can while you get on your knees. Mike is right there with you, helpfully offering assistance in the ‘getting him naked’-department.

With a grin on your face that you don’t doubt is entirely unsexy, you drag his sweatpants all the way down – still helped along by Mike, who helpfully scoots up a little – and sit in between his legs. Carefully, you lick the salty bead of precum off the tip of his cock – it’s enough to make his abs twitch, making you chuckle. Then, you lock your eyes on his and revel in Mike’s blatant, wide-eyed shock as you swallow him all the way down without hesitation.

“F-fuck, Sweetcheeks!” It’s almost a protest, the way he sputters and stammers something about taking it easy. He doesn’t want to cum, he wants you to feel good, this was supposed to be about you. Yawn. You are enjoying this, does he know that? “Baby,” you say, a warning hidden in your tone, “shush. I love doing this, especially if you get a little loud for me, okay?”

It doesn’t look like he believes you; he looks at you with confusion and suspicion in his eyes. By now he really should have caught on to the idea that you’re nothing like those horrible exes he has… Right? Maybe you should just ignore that look in his eyes and keep going. Would that work? Eh… Only one way to find out.

You slowly move up and down his length, reveling in the delightful moans that escape Mike. He’s easy to tease. His soft whines as your mouth leaves his cock and your hand takes its place while you lightly kiss the inside of his thighs are proof of that. The featherlight touch of your lips makes him squirm and beg to take him into your mouth again, but just as you’re about to do that, he stops you and pulls you up until he can plant a firm kiss on your lips again.

“I want you,” he mutters against your lips, “right now.”

“You wanted me twenty minutes ago,” you chuckle. Before you know it, you’re on your stomach, with Mike pinning you to the mattress.

“I wanted you six weeks ago.” He bites your earlobe, making you shriek. When he does it again, it sends a shiver down your spine. “Besides, I don’t think I’m the only horny slut in this room.”

“Oh, please refer to yourself as a horny slut more often!” you laugh as you move against his slacking grip on your wrist, taking his hand in yours.

“Yeah, yeah, I promise,” Mike says before kissing your neck, “now turn around, please?”

“Actually,” you say hesitantly, “I’m kinda comfortable like this.” Mike doesn’t seem to think that the depraved thought you considered it to be, and he wraps his arms around you tightly. As he pulls you closer, you feel his cock against your ass, and you wiggle your hips against him. To tease him? You’re beyond that at this point. For good measure? To make him finally hurry the fuck up? You know what? That last one actually sounds plausible… And it makes Mikey’s comment from before one hundred percent right: He’s not the only horny slut in the room.

“Forgive me for asking,” Mike mumbles, “but do I have to grab a condom, or…”

Now, the correct answer to that question is ‘yes’. “I’m on the pill.” The correct answer to that question is ‘yes’. “And I’m clean.” The correct answer to that question is ‘yes’. “And if you are, too, then…” The. Correct. Answer. To. That. Question. Is. ‘Yes’. “But the real question is…” Oh, just tell the man to grab protection! “Are you going to last without?” Mean and unnecessary…

And somehow incredibly effective. “I feel that shouldn’t be the primary concern,” Mike chuckles, with no sign of embarrassment to his voice, “but it’s a valid point, unfortunately.”

You whine when the warmth of his body disappears for a second, and you watch Mike as he pulls a box of condoms from the drawer in the nightstand.

“You’re fast,” you laugh when it only takes him a few short moments to put the thing on.

“I feel ‘years of practice’ would be totally the wrong answer here,” Mike says as he joins you on the bed again, spooning you like he did before. “For what it’s worth, now that I’m here with you, I regret everything else I’ve ever done.”

“Don’t,” you whisper. “I’m just glad I’m here with you now. After everything else. You know… Those years and years of practice.” The chuckle you let out turns into a soft gasp as Mike lines up behind you.

“Finally here with you,” he corrects you as he slowly pushes forward, leaving you gasping, moaning louder in his arms as he inches his way into your drenched core. Mike softly kisses your neck and shoulders until he stops moving, then nestles comfortably against your back for a while. “This is comfy.”

You have to agree; it’s extremely comfy and so, so sweet, and you are so crazy about this silly guy and… and you’re completely impatient to finally feel him move. He laughs triumphantly when you tell him that. “I told you I was going to make you beg for it.”

He did. He really did exactly that and now that he’s kept his promise… Only he doesn’t feel he’s kept his promise just yet, because what you just did wasn’t quite begging as far as he’s concerned. Oh, for fuck’s sake! “Fuck me, Mike. Please!”

“That’s more like it,” he says – no doubt with a massive grin on his stupid, stupid face. When he moves, you gasp loudly. He’s rough, possessive, digging his fingers into your hips, and his teeth briefly into your shoulder. In no time, you’re turned onto your stomach, and he leaves you for a second, dragging you onto your knees before slamming into you again from behind, a hand between your shoulder blades pressing your chest down onto the mattress as he grinds his hips into you.

Holding back your moans is impossible – and unnecessary. There’s no one around to hear you. Even the neighbors aren’t within earshot! And any unlucky passerby’s that manage to hear what you’re up to are likely trespassing, anyway, so screw them. Almost every moan, squeal and whine makes Mike chuckle softly under his breath.

You shriek in surprise when Mike stops and pulls your legs out from under you, and he flops on top of you before littering your neck and shoulders with kisses.

“Mikey!” you laugh when he starts what you first think is a game of footsie, somehow – it turns out he’s just trying to reposition legs, and you’re not helping.

When he finally manages, and slips back into you, you let out a long moan. There’s no reason to be disappointed because he’s slowed down. In fact, every move he makes feels like it’s exactly what you need – and you don’t have to say a word. It’s like…

“God, it’s like you were made for me, Sweetcheeks,” Mike moans into your ear. Yes. That’s exactly what it feels like. All of his insecurities about not being good enough for you seem to be gone now, and rightfully so.

“I love you.” No. What? You didn’t mean to say that – but that doesn’t mean you don’t mean what you say. Get it? Maybe ‘within six weeks of your first date, during the first time you have sex with the guy’ is a little early – but that doesn’t matter anymore because it’s out now. You can’t even convince yourself he didn’t hear it, because he freezes. Well… Not quite that. It’s a fairly recognizable stutter-y kind of movement, actually. So not only do you say something utterly stupid, but also at the worst possible moment.

“Impeccable timing, Sweetcheeks,” Mike laughs softly as he pulls out. “I know I’m kinda leaving you hanging here, but I need one tiny little moment, okay?” You reluctantly agree because he’s right, he does need a moment – not that he’s wrong about the other thing.

You use the time Mike spends in the bathroom to overthink everything, and by the time he gets back, you’ve almost managed to work yourself completely into hysteria.

“Babe,” Mike says as he crawls under the covers with you and wraps his arms around you. Your brief moment of meditative overthinking has made sure your heart is racing and you’re struggling to control your breath. “Come here, look at me.” His hand on the side of your face is reassuring, but you still can’t help but think you’ve fucked it all up. “I’ve never said this to any girl who wasn’t either my mom or a… cat,” he says softly, his voice a little unsteady. “I love you, too.”

#mike hellraiser #mike hellraiser fic #mike (hellraiser) #hellraiser mike #mike (hellraiser) x reader #hellraiser mike x reader #mikey x reader #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill characters #mike hellraiser smut

[chrisevansredbelt]

hiii id love to request one where frank gets a blowjob after a long day hehehe thank you💖

Long and Hard

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: blowjobbbbbbbb

summary: ^^ refer to request!

a/n: i’m sorry i haven’t been posting, uni is being a poopy. but enjoy this lil one while i sort out my life :0

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Your ears perked up when you heard the familiar jingle of keys in the door to your apartment- along with the annoyed grunt when the lock played up and wouldn’t budge.

Smiling to yourself, he shoves the door before entering, letting it close behind him softly as he makes a tired beeline towards you.

“Hi-“ You cut yourself off with a small ‘oof’ as Frank lets his body fall on top of yours on the couch, face buried in your clothed chest.

“Mm.” He murmurs, vibrating your tits a little.

Running your fingers through his hair and feeling his body relax on top of you, you can literally feel how tired he is- or maybe he’s just fat. “Big day killing all the bad guys?” You ask teasingly, to which he just hums in confirmation, “I couldn’t tell, you don’t have any blood on ya’.”

He surprisingly lifts his head up, pointing lazily at the small gash on the left side of his head that you hadn’t seen.

For a moment, you’re worried. Until you see how minimal the damage is. It doesn’t need any fixing up, it’ll heal in the morning.

“Poor thing.” You pout teasingly, softly kissing his lips, “You’ll live.”

He manages to steal another kiss from you as you’re pulling away and smirks to himself, “Now I will.”

You roll your eyes as he rests his head back down on your chest,“Go shower and I’ll make you some food.” You rub his bicep, waiting for him to get off you.

He protests slightly, however, looking up at you, “You not joinin’ me?”

“I showered like an hour ago.” You shrug, and he furrows his brow like it’s the worst thing that has ever happened to him this year, “Go, you big baby.”

With that, he gets off you and slouches to the bathroom like a kicked puppy.

You ended up cooking him a burger patty. A quick and easy fatty food that would shut him up and occupy him while you clean and begin your nightly routine.

He sat down at the small dining table with an exhausted huff but smiled softly at you at the small burger you had just placed in front of him, garnished with a small sliced pickle that you cut out in the shape of a heart.

He had practically inhaled the burger because by the time you came out of the bathroom from brushing your teeth, he was on his last bite.

You take his plate from him once he’s done and he just smiles up you gratefully as you start to wash up his plate.

After that, it wasn’t long before you both find yourself back on the couch, watching the rest of whatever crime documentary you let Netflix pick for you.

You’re in the same position as when Frank first came home and it’s barely five minutes before you feel his dead weight on you and light snores escape him. As peaceful as he looks, you know it’s not long before his snores turn into a motorbike engine and he’s too tired to move and you’re trapped under him forever.

So you run your fingers through his hair and nudge his body a little to jolt him awake, “Go to bed, I can’t carry you if you sleep here.”

He says nothing. Just nods and slowly stands up off your body and off the couch. You stand up after him but don’t follow, instead gather your dishes from the coffee table in front of you.

When Frank notices you’re not trailing behind him, he turns to you for a moment, eyes half closed, “You comin’?” He grumbles, barely audible if it weren’t for the fact you had mastered Franks inaudible language.

You just smiled, hands full of dishes, “In a minute, lemme clean up a bit.”

He lets out a dissatisfied grunt before shuffling off into the bedroom without another word.

You bite your lip as you bring the dishes to the sink, rinsing them off with water before leaving them in there. You wipe down the countertop of the kitchen quickly, discarding any rubbish in your way before turning off the lights.

You then turn off the TV and then all the remaining lights before softly tip toeing into the bedroom.

When you enter, Franks clearly just flopped himself into bed, face buried in the pillows. No snores yet, but you know it’s not long before he knocks out.

Smiling, you approach his body, climbing the bed and his body as you straddle his tailbone.

“Mmm,” He hums at your presence, either confused or comforted. Perhaps both.

Resting your chin on his shoulder, you kiss his ear. He takes that as his signal to turn his head to the side so that you can access his cheek and you smile as you plant a kiss on his stubbly cheek.

Pulling on his shoulder, however, you practically flip him over so that he lays on his back now. He just looks up at you confused, squinting at the light of the room even though it’s only the lamp that’s on.

“Mm, what’re you doin’?” He mumbles, again, hardly coherent.

You just settle yourself down on his lap and bring your hands down to the waistband of his sweats.

“Shh, you’ve had such a long and hard day.” You coo, almost teasingly but not really. You’re certain he did have a busy day… but it’s no 9 to 5. He quirks a brow, remaining silent and prompting you to continue. “And no one ever thanks you for keeping this city so safe.” You caress your hands down his abs, “I think I should change that.”

When he digs his hip further into the mattress, you know that’s basically your green light. His head is lifted up slightly so he can watch what you’re doing and makes no effort to stop you as you slide your hand underneath his waist band.

You tug his sweats down his hips a little but not all the way. Just enough for his dick to spring free (and yes, he’s gone commando and you’re hardly surprised).

It’s not all the way hard just yet but you know he’s on his way. So you grab the base, holding back a smile when he immediately jerks under your touch. Probably because your hands are too cold rather than he’s that affected by your touch. But you like to think he is so let’s just leave it at that.

Moving down to rest on your stomach and settle between his legs, you prop your arms up on either of his thighs, your mouth only mere centimetres away from his cock as you slowly stroke it.

You run your tongue along the bottom lip as you visibly watch as he hardens in your head, his stomach clenching and his breath faltering at times.

When you’re satisfied with how hard he is in your hand, you run your thumb over the tip before pressing a kiss to the head. You continue to press several more kisses to the tip, moving down to the base where you find yourself at the root of the vein.

With one long stroke of your tongue, you follow the trail of his vein all the way up until it disappears just underneath the backside of his cock- to which you encase your lips around his head when you reach the top.

You only suck lightly, flicking your tongue over his slit while he’s in your mouth.

You look up at him through your lashes and feel butterflies in your stomach at the way his face is all scrunched up, thrown back against the pillows slightly and his neck veins protruding through the tanned skin.

You let go of his dick with a pop, before gathering a load of spit in your mouth and letting it fall onto the head of his cock.

On any other day, you would’ve continued your teasing. Maybe fondled with his balls a little or just kitten licked the head until he begged you to give him that release.

But tonight, you wanted to pleasure him the way you knew he liked it. Fast. You know he’ll return the favour again one day and, it’s true, no one ever really thanks him for what he does.

So you take him down your throat as far as you can until you gag and retreat back to the tip. Holding the base with your hand, you begin bobbing your head.

You can tell it takes Frank by surprise from the way his hands fly to your hair, guiding your head down his cock but not forcing it down.

Whatever you can’t take in your mouth, you work with your hand, jerking it messily due to the mixture of spit and precum dripping down his cock.

When you feel him twitch in your mouth and watch his jaw go slack, you him around him, sending vibrations all down his cock and making him arch his back a little as he fists your hair.

You bob your head faster and flick your tongue, humming every so often and keeping eye contact with him even though he’s shutting his eyes half the time and throwing his head back.

When he bucks his hips up into your mouth, you choke at the unexpected intrusion of his cock lodged into your throat, but keep still as he shoots his cum down your throat. It tickles as it slides down the top of your mouth but you manage to wrap your lips around his cock and swallow him clean.

When you pull him out of your mouth, his cock lays hard against his chest, glistening with the concoction of your saliva and his own cum, but clean for the most part.

You wipe your lip and breathe heavily as you catch your breath, wiping underneath your eyes as well to catch the few stray tears you didn’t even know had fallen.

With his hands still entangled in your hair, he pulls you up to meet him. On your way up, you fix his sweats so that he’s no longer exposing himself out in the open.

He pulls you up until you collapse into his chest and lazily throws the blanket over the both of you, before nudging your chin up so that he has better access to your lips.

He places a soft kiss against them and you find yourself too exhausted to give him a proper pucker, but you’re sure he doesn’t mind.

After the head you’ve just given him, he has no complaints. Not that he ever has or will.

Maybe long and hard days aren’t so bad after all.

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